#or maybe taht isnt even his question

[grapecaseschoices]

For the tav backstories ask, how about 3, 7, 17, 23 for all of your tavs hehe (also jsyk I’m gonna properly answer your ask for these after work since I answered the wrong ask game lmaoooo)

[no pressure!! but yay!]

3. Who was your Tav raised by?

Wow you're really making me think!

Sekryd: I think by local guild members, my brain wants to say this. I'm doing a quick and dirty research run and it seems Gold Dwarves don't like anyone, in short. Except each other and mostly humans. LMAO.

I think her parents were traveling merchants. She didn't always travel with them but sometimes she did. When she was left behind in BG I think the guild as a whole helped raise her. Various aunts and uncles and piblings by heart if not name. Mostly though, it was an much older aunt that she saw as a grandmother.

Adair: His nanny on paper, but xyr's servents in reality. Mom was occasionally around and active. But it was mainly her nanny a nd the butler.

Orfeo: Himself. The streets? the occasional sympathetic and/or taking-advantage-of-a-hungry-urchin shopkeep. the occasional sympathetic and/or taking-advantage-of-a-hungry-urchin crimimal. But usually other street kids. But mostly himself.

Kaeliana: I'm still trying to feel around on the durge bg and what I want to work for her. Fel, of course, was one of the people. But I think she had foster or adopted parents for a time -- they were good people. I feel before that maybe a group home?

Integrity: His older sister and an elderly aunt for a time. [This may change but it works; definitely leans towards his protectiveness for tiefling women. Especially the ballsy ones.]

Andy: Too many people. If you could call some of it "raising". People who saw him as either an obligation or a tool. But the people who really raised him were his parents, for a time, and then his older cousin.

Kendis: Her parents and her brother.

7. Did your Tav travel a lot pre-tadpole?

Sekryd: Moderately. Mostly around BG. Mostly for business outside of it. She has passing familiarity with parts of the areas around her city. Waterdeep, Candlekeep. Been to the Sword Coast once.

Adair: To a couple of places extensively but not in the way xe is now. Mostly was a "homebody", in the sense that they had to be at home due to responsibilities [Noble, you see]. But, of course, would visit other nobles and etc.

Orfeo: [This may change] But I feel he was JUST starting out. He probably made out around the city and surrounding areas and was just venturing outward before he was snatched.

Kaeliana: She doesn't remember ... jk. Yes. Seems that Durge got busy and bloody.

Integrity: For a time. Before the hermit life. Call it the indiscretion of youth.

Andy & Kendis: Yes. Andy mostly lmao. Vengeance path!

17. What’s your Tav’s worst childhood memory?

Sekryd: Some other child, maybe another kid of a guild member, borrowing a book of hers and basically returning it like shit.

Adair: Her grandfather didn't really acknowledge her existence [but he was the only child of his beloved - though rebellious - eldest daughter]. But one time he invited her to an event, she was very excited. However, the night was -- not the best ... xe was used to people's muttered comments but usually they never stared xyr down. I guess it's different among your grandfather's people vs other nobles. The cherry on the cake was her drunk grandfather who left for home without her.

Orfeo: Just one?

Kaeliana: Blood. Blood. Bloodbloodbloodblood. She wish she could say it was that but that group home was the pits. Strangely she remembers THAT.

Integrity: Other than the racism, it was good. Most of his horrid memories started at their later teenhood [still a child, arguably. and yes they would argue.]

Andy: Man. ROFLMAO. Where do we begin~~ But no. It will always be his parents. His parents went on a trip and the boat disappeared.

Kendis: When their parents left her behind in the grove. They understand the reasoning, but it doesn't make what happened around it any better. For a time she thought they had died.

23. Share any hcs/anything you want to say about your Tav’s backstory

Sekryd: I believe has a skilled hand with a hammer. She will read. Anything. May be my most curious. That's saying something given Andy, Kendis, and Integrity are in the lot.

Adair: Is surprisingly a guile hero. Surprising because xe tends to lean straightfoward and blunt regularly. But I suppose facing fiends and ogres require the same silver tongue as dealing with nobles. I also picture him dedicated to his people [who have warm up to her and some also are protective].

Orfeo: He tried his hand at criminality [if yall were gonna arrest him for being poor, why not actually do something worth it yeah?]. But not really for him; far too cut throat [towards him .... and you know, maybe other people. Maybe he cares about that too.] Still. He has his moments and remembers some things.

Kaeliana: I haven't reached it all in Act 3. But I think before Orin got her, Kae was starting to wonder. Starting to have a change of heart. Before Wyll. I think it was from being a paladin.

Integrity: I put outlander in his bg but he's a Hermit. He left his grove/people/wte. Fuck them druids.

Andy:

Tremble for yourself, my man You know that you have seen this all before Tremble, little lion man You'll never settle any of your scores

Your grace is wasted in your face Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else Spend your days biting your own neck

Kendis: Very much still dead not-gf central.

[effervescentdragon]

Weird writer questions, go :D

1, 4, 9, 13, 17 (SPY AU PLS), 25, 28, 36, 38

18:

How do you do that, Jenson thought as he watched Lewis scrunch his face, then throw his head back and laugh. How do you say those kind of things without even blinking? Do you know how much we love you, he thinks as Lewis pushes Nico back, his hand settling around Nico's waist in a move too smooth and too practiced to be just a one-off. Do you know how hard you push? And do you even care? Do you think we'll always forgive you? 

okay im typing this up bcs my computer is too slow for properly doing vocab log and i may have pushed myself into a hypoglycemia inadvertedly so im waiting for sugars to start functioning properly XD

this is weird writers asks, and it got LONG. ask me more tho, i love tinkerbelling :D

i think i answered, imma link it when i find it :D okay here it is. im basic af and blind as a bat, so i just switch to arial and like. 14 xD

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

uhm. not a word, but a phrase. "i have you" or "i got you". i fucking SCREAM.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

ahahaha tbh idk? probably. i think it would be fun, having lil ghosts around. moving stuff taht i dont rmbr moving. i was in love w casper when i was a kid and absolutely believed in ghosts then, does that count?

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

any type of explicit torture, non-con, dub con, abuse and violence that isnt like, movie-like spy murder and stuff. i cant and won't.

easy is inner monologue and angst :) so so easy.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

you asked about the spy au. god. i wish i knew? like, im not sure how the lore works. i know we have criminal syndicates, the bulls and the cavallino rampantes (i take no criticism on this xD) and i know im thinking of a sort of. man from uncle kinda setup? for the good guys, but i dont have a centralized thrush. its vaguely james bond and john le carre inspired also, bcs im a sucker for those, but for other stuff, i legitimately have no fucking idea. it will come to me at some point, and knowing myself, everything will make it into the text. or i will talk your ear off with my worldbuilding. <333

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

i actually had to think about this a lot. i usually make sure to include at least hints in my writings, if for nobody else, for myself. but remembering any of it without re-reading the fics... hmmm. imma answer other questions then come back to this if i remember anything xD

OH I REMEMBERED. in the princess of monaco au, when seb and charles meet in the club and talk, when charles is drunk, seb already has a beginning of a crush on charles. then he makes himself stop, because charles is sixteen, as jules tells him, and he feels like an absolute bastard, so he keeps as far away as possible. thats why later, when they meet again and charles says "i cant go till im 18" seb kinda blanches. enzo isn't that far off in his freakout, but i have to clarify seb would never do anything, in fact he's gonna agonize over it a lote in general, but like. he thought the kid was cute, and he has morals, so he freaked. xD

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

oh it has to be charles in my princess of monaco au. that is my therapy, that's just, idk, i love that version of him so much. he's very. close to my heart there. very close second is the way i wrote aredhel in his brother's keeper. idk why, i just love her there so very much, although she doesn't appear that much? and maybe azaghal in ardent red heartbreak, because, well. it's seb. :) however, lalwen has my heart all over, ngl. her and cirdan are adorable :)))

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

complicated family relationships. being a bitch due to circumstances and as a defence mechanism (khm vielleicht vielleicht sequel). having a legacy. defying the legacy. being fundamentally wrong and having the world swept from under you. fighting not to die. grief. maybe some other things, but those are for anyone who reads the fics to tell me if they noticed something. im in the eyes of the storm. i dont know.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

i dont think anything i do is weird tbh? i could do with a bit less research that isnt relevant for anything except my peace of mind. i think cats are like. "peasant. heathen. feed me. yesssss-now move. bitch. uwu. bye" :)

aaaand.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

so. THAT. passage. well. i mean. as you may or may not know, i relied on my own personal experiences for that fic, adjusted very much for the appropriate context (as in, them being rich dudes and decidedly not in hs, tho you wouldn't know it). i. like nico. i think i get nico on some level. and nico, he. he pushes, because he's always had to push. because of the legacy and because of the insecurity. because he has to know, if. well. is this going to be the moment where they quit on me? is this going to be the moment when i become too much for them? is this the moment where they say to themselves thats it, im done, i cant take him and all that he is anymore. he's too much for me. he's too this or too that and not enough of modesty and not enough of poise and not enough of effortless beauty and class, like he should be. im done

so he pushes. and he's charming about it. and he waits, because, well. he was never taught that love can be unconditional.

SUGARS GOOD. I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!

[sunatooru]

recently some1 in my class started to tell every1 how fake iam and I'm trying to be not like other girls or smth. saying' can you stop acting nervous and can you atleast make eye contact when talking to me, you're so fake, it's not quirky to not socialize' idk exactly whta she said even tho I was literally behind her. maybe I was too focused on smth else. I've always been excluded from stuff , I've always tried to be kind to ppl, I never did anything wrong . apparently I'm also a attention seeker and 1 of my teacher hates me bc 1 time I was violently shaking when they called me to stand up and answer a question I didnt know. so they said to do a presentation on the topic we were doing, so I have to do it in front of the whole class yay!!!!! and then in pe class I had to do smth in front of every1, well every1 had to do it but I didnt feel comfortable doing it bc it felt like every was looking at me so I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and they said yes, one of my classmates taht I hate came along, I wnated to cry. that day was terrible . I locked myself in a stall and just started to cry, it was my last straw. my stomach hurts so bad and I felt so nauseous at that time. This isnt really a emergency request. I think. if you think it is then please write it. Could you please write for kenma.maybe him comforting me and helping me with the presentation ? and yeah alot of people has requested for him. He is my comfort character but if you think too much people has requested for him then you can choose who you want to write for. please dont write it if you dont want to. thanks, hope you're doing well, genuinely hope your ok!! take care 😊

I’m sorry you’re going through all that <33 and don’t worry about people requesting Kenma a lot :)) I hope this helps x

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Warnings: mentions of reader being bullied/ hated, mentions of anxiety, kenma goes school with you in this for the presentation/ in your class

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Kenma

* he’s with you before the presentation, he cups your hands and kisses your forehead

* “It’ll be okay, yeah? I’ll be here watching so just focus on me. Don’t let these other people make you feel bad because they don’t deserve your attention.”

* He caresses you cheek and lets you get ready, sitting somewhere visible

* He makes sure to smile at you when ever you look at him, nodding at you and giving you a proud look

* After the presentation, he’s quick to praise you, noticing how shaken up you still are and knowing the people in the room aren’t it

* “You did well, babe. You were great and did your best.”

* After school he’ll treat you to eat

* He knows school hasn’t been easy and he hates seeing you upset

* “Hey, you know those people aren’t important. They can say all those things but that doesn’t mean that’s you. I don’t know why they are being rude but jist know, you’re so strong for dealing with them. You might not feel like it but you are. I’m sorry you feel bad sometimes but I promise, it’s not your fault. Those people know nothing about you.” He gently grabs you hand, bringing it to the side of his face.

* “I love you a lot. My love will always be stronger then their pettiness and hate.”

[firstmateandcaptain]

interesting that you brought up the time travel thing but even that was established on ch 101 when dragon is introduced. dragon says the flow of time can never be stopped and its reinforced when robin says history repeats itself, but people cannot go to the past. the conditions for time travel is solid in saying that toki cant send people to the past to fix things but can send them to the future in hopes that the right people will be there when the time comes and thats wano. 1/2

theres gonna be parallels for sure but i mostly think that all of these paralells are only going to establish more that the person or people who find the one piece will have a set of characteristics like "wanting to be free" "idgaf attitude" etc that makes it that only they could do it. power hungry people like blackbeard wouldnt get the end goal of one piece even if they found it. but yeah i think there isnt any reincarnation as you said or it would be shitty. so yeah what you said was true.2/2even whitebeard looked at blackbeard and was like "yeah bish you aint it. you aint the one the taht roger hoped to inherit his will or was hoping to find the one piece". like maybe this is a game ending you know? if luffy finds the one piece then maybe its the good ending whatever that entails and if blackbeard finds it then maybe its the bad ending whatever it entails. more speculation is only gonna kill me so ill stop here so have a nice day bro

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"yeah bish you aint it” LMAO okay that killed me lol 

hmm so what you’re saying is that the one piece might be something that could be used either for good or for bad depending on who uses it?? interesting

I do think whitebeard learned from roger the story of the void century and somehow was aware that no matter what history would repeat itself, and maybe there was like a prophecy or something regarding joyboy and knew someone with the personality like blackbeard could never be that person?

What bugs me a lot about the one piece is that I think by now everyone thinks the one piece is something related to the void century, and in sabaody rayleigh said maybe the strawhats would “reach a different conclusion than they did” after they eventually learn about the history. How could they possibly reach a different conclusion if they learn the same story? hmmmm

I always had faith in the theory of the red line destruction to have the world in “one piece”, which I think is widely accepted in the community. I still think is plausible, but everyday I have more and more questions. Props to Oda for keeping the secret for +20 years 👏

have a nice day too!! 💕 (and btw I’m a girl lol)

[carmineclock]

Dead Man Blues

Doc Scratch 4:28 PM

Its been an hour or so since your big meeting with the others, hopefully things have cooled down somewhat since then. You'd like to think you kept it quite calm and tasteful, despite your overall annoyance. Most of this time you spent updating your journal. You really have to do something about all these journals, its not safe to keep so many. And yet... With a sigh you set your pen aside. Time to do yet more damage control. You still think theres a chance you can get through to Trace, though perhaps you might be as bad as Clover in taht regard. Hoping is one thing, some men just dont change. Still, you make your way down to the holding cells. Perhaps your chat with Trace just needed a more dire backdrop. A broken arm and a cold concrete room with metal bars could be just what the Doctor ordered. Hoo hoo.

Trace 9:01 PM

Dire backdrop is an understatement. Your arm is long swollen, wrapped carefully in your shirt to give it some stability. You know a bit of first aid, but that is surprisingly difficult when it's your own arm and the only means you got available are what you have on your person. The new wound on your chest is just as aching, red and bloody with a hint of gold. You may have managed to pass out for a few hours, but you could hardly call that sleep, especially with that nightmare. Her body, stabbed and strung up - not Aradia's, but Nepeta's. A message to the one closest to her - Fin, angryy setting fire to your very self. The images linger, even long after you finally come to. And then the nightmare after you wake up - Snowman and how she dragged Fin in for your mutual punishment. How she used your wedding rings to violently erase the tattoo on your chest marking your love and relationships. When Scratch enters, you're wide awake, as much as you loathe it. Your mind still feels foggy and worlds away, definitely not prepared for a talk with him.

Doc Scratch 2:28 AM

You study him as you walk in, taking note of the remnants of Snowmans lesson. As graceful as she is deadly, as always. The gold makes a nice addition in your opinion. You take a chair from the nearby table and move it to in front of the bars in silence. After you moment you sit backwards with your arms resting over the back of the chair sit down normally, like a gentleman. This isnt an interrogation, or a call for confession, its just a conversation. "So, lets have it out, Trace. Whats this Droog business really all about. Dont you realize what youve cost yourself?"

Trace 9:51 AM

It never not feels like an interrogation with Scratch. You look up and watch him as he gets comfortable, then stare off to the side when he speaks. The muscles in your jaw tense, and when you reply, your hoarse and cracking voice clearly shows your exhaustion and pain. "Sir.. Do we really need to do this now? I'm not exactly the best for a talk right now and I'm really not too keen on netting me another scar for mouthing off..." Of course, you're aware he wouldn't have it any other time then when you're broken and at your wit's end.

Doc Scratch 11:27 AM

"If you're worried about your mouth, then I suggest you keep a civil tongue. I'm not concerned, though. Theres a kind of freeing honesty that cement walls and metal bars bring that can be found nowhere else. At this point, I would rather you speak freely, its just us now." Just the two of you. Man to man, or whatever Trace can be considered. Its an interesting thought, his classification may change as his DNA did. You'll have to look into that later. For now, your eyes are solely on him. His broken body, his pain. "Tell me true, Trace. I want to hear it. All of it. I wont punish you for speaking truthfully when asked. Its lies I hate the most."

Trace 3:03 PM

You give him a sour smile. You'll believe it when you see it. "What this is about, you really gotta ask?" Feels like you already talked plenty enough about this, and you doubt you got anything else to say that could placate him. Only plenty of frustration that has built up over everything, and you're way too tired to filter your words. Lets see who of the two of you is going to regret that more. "I.. am sorry that any of this ever reflected back on you, Nepeta or any of the Felt. It should never have been anything but personal. Which, I realize...  there's not really a personal in this outfit, is there?" you begin, actually honestly. "This... it was nothing more than a brawl between two guys heated up on a little too much emotion. But then this bastard.. abducted Nepeta, tortured and abused her, and then me. Cause he was pissed he got decked in the face. And he kept going, provoking us again and again, paralyzing her, seducing another, hurting us, as a whole, again and again. How could you expect me to do just nothing? You've been sending a signal, to them and to us, that they can just pick members of this very house off the street and do with us what they want." You try to sit up properly to face him better, wincing from the pain shooting through your arm again. "How has this not been a war yet for fuck's sake? How come Snowman can take the god damn white queen hostage, but we sit idle when the Crew come to pick us apart bit by bit? How come Snowman can take the god damn white queen hostage, but we sit idle when the Crew come to pick us apart, bit by bit?"

Doc Scratch 6:17 PM

You sit in silence, letting him say what hes going to say. You dont blame him for his views, and if anything, this lashing out may prove beneficial to you. No matter what happens from now on, Droog will have the reminder in the back of his mind. Certainly he wont forget it. Idly, you pull at the edge of your gloves, nodding every so often through his heated speech. Well, hes partially right on certain fronts. It really should have been war by now, whether you wanted it to be or not. The crew have gotten bolder and bolder, could it be your fault? Through inaction, have you allowed the crew more purchase on this slippery slope than you'd intended? "To start off, I'll answer your question. The reason it has not been war yet is because we did not have the numbers to win a war." You let out a silent sigh. "In truth, I'd hoped to collect our full set before provoking the Crew into an all out battle. I dont know how many wars you've seen, Trace, but I've seen enough to know that as much as you and all the others may want to go to war, young men that you are, we are not in a favored position for it. The Crew will always have the love of the common people, they built this city, and those that reside here are their kin. They have the better defenses, and most importantly, they have magic. True magic, the likes of which I cant begin to match." You pause to stand, arms folded behind your back as you pace, speaking more to the open air than to Trace now.

"Snowman is an army in her own right, its folly to compare anything or anyone to her. This little brawl you've had with Diamonds, its beyond reason and a waste of resources besides. If you were provoked into action, then you're a fool, because thats what Diamonds wanted from you. But more than that, you've allowed him to take the higher ground. The city is going to bleed now, I'll see to that, but you've allowed Diamonds to make it personal. And a man on a revenge mission doesnt care for the ruin he causes. I did not take what I've taken of this city for the last fourty years just to see it burned by some self righteous bastard in an Armani tuxedo." Another sigh, louder this time. You rub your temple, pausing in your pacing to look back at him. "Provoking. Abusing. Hurting us. All of us. You're right on that front. What one of us suffers, we all suffer. It was my mistake. I took this for play, the usual violence between men at odds, petty revenge for the sake of sleeping better." “But no, this has gotten well and truly out of hand. And its too late to go back. You’ve signed us up for a a war we were not prepared for, against an enemy whose eyes you’ve spit in, and now you say it should have been sooner. Hmph. Maybe you’re right. I dont hear the heckling of those underneath me, but it would only make sense that you do. So, then, its to be war. Do you have any plans for this war you’ve longed for, Trace? Any soldiers for the army? Connections to supplies and trades? Or did you expect that all you had to do was start it, and that I would finish it?”

Trace 8:05 PM

Well, obviously, you don't have any of these. You didn't plan for a war, let alone prepare for it. This was a selfish and careless act of revenge and he knows that. You're slowly starting to realize that you feel more bewildered about Nepeta's reaction than the prospect of war. This life has already been hell and you're tired of playing along. How little you care about Scratch's achievements and goals. Still, that is not an answer to give your boss and, unfortunately, owner. You close your eyes and think. The least you owe the others is to try  And if you've doomed all of you to die and burn, maybe you can at least rip a big hole into the crew. "..How much longer is he gonna have the favor of the common people if he's burning them? If he lashes out without remose and care, use it against them. With fires burning purple, it's not hard to besmirch their name. You have sucked the people dry under threat of violence and torture if they don't pay up. If you lack manpower, offer then alternatives. The crew is torching Felt warehouses. If it's supplies we lack, take theirs. We may be lacking time to prepare, but so do they. It's not too late to gain the upper hand."

Doc Scratch 1:40 PM

You stand and listen as he rattles off his ideas. Theyre not all without merit, but theyre naive, blunt, though its something you've come to expect. How could he possibly have known what he was getting himself, and the rest of the Felt, into. "Hes not burning them, he's burning us. True, it was careless, but Droog wont stay careless. Hes distraught over his daughters death, but he wont stay that way forever. He has as at least as much of a tactical mind as I do, he was built for war." You run a hand over your head, eyes closed in thought, trying not to imagine plumes of purple smoke eating their way through the Felt manor. Purple and green clash too much, it would be hideous. "I have ways of retaking the people, though its not the dregs of society that I'm worried about. All  I need is a shiny coin and a loaf of bread to win their loyalty back. We need to spread out. We need bases of operation throughout the city, safe places that arent glaring green mansions on a hilltop. If the Crew want war, we have to play their game." Yes, this is sounding more like a plan every passing second. You almost get carried away, before remembering where you are. This is no time to get caught up in nostalgia. "You know, it would be much easier planning if we had our trackers back. You and Fin have skills that will be of paramount importance coming very soon. Yet, I hesitate to bring you into the fold. Why should I trust that you can stay your hand? That your loyalty to this organization will trump your lust for revenge? You've proven the exact opposite is the case. Give me a reason why I shouldn't just let you sit down here and rot until the war is over with."

Trace 7:47 PM

Hey, can't blame you for trying, considering your situation. The night in here didn't exactly allow you to do your homework. Neither does it help with the next question. You look at him, tired as you are, trying to muster up the energy to defend yourself. Can't say you're, heh, dying to prove your loyalty to him, but wasting away down here in this cell doesn't seem like a solution either. "I... can't live without this organization. And neither can those that I care about. I know that my actions didn't exactly show it, but I want to do what I can to help it succeed and keep us all safe where possible." You'd like to assure him that your thirst for revenge is well-quenched - and for now it is. But should anything happen to Nepeta and Fin in this war you've apparently summoned, things could get ugly really fast. You won't tell him that. He's probably well aware. You'd like to not have to come to that though. "You gave the reason yourself. We're good at what we can do, and without us, this is gonna be much harder to deal with. Sure, it's a risk for you, but I'd be the one out there, risking my neck. It's my blood they're after. I'm not expecting your trust. I'm sure if you send me out there again, you'll be keeping a close eye on me, until I'll maybe have proven myself someday. Not sure what else I can give you besides my word, and I don't think that's much worth to you right now."

Doc Scratch 1:35 PM

"Hmm, its true enough." You sit back down, leaning back as you think. If you were a lesser man, you might consider handing him over to the crew and suing for peace. That would only be a short term fix, though, and probably cause more problems than itd solve. Not to mention youre loathe to lose one piece of the set. "In truth, Trace, I dont blame you for your actions. Not fully. Droog brought his suffering upon himself. We're just lucky he was good enough to burn all the  evidence." "At the very least you'll be going back to work soon, though as far away from Fin as possible. Perhaps Crowbar can take up the handle of your keeper. I cant have a mad dog running around doling out a childs version of vigilante justice." "For now, though, youll enjoy these accommodations. Im just having your room prepared."

Trace 1:48 PM

You should probably feel relieved at that response, could have gone much worse, after all. But the feeling of anxiety and dread keeps lingering. "I guess that's only fair." You lean back as well, which sends another pain shooting through your arm. A quiet hiss escapes you. Cursed thing. "Before you leave.. with all due respect, not trying to tell you what to do, but I don't think you'd find having me lose my arm or my life to an infection practical..."

Doc Scratch 1:55 PM

You were aleady on your way out when he makes his request. Now you pause, and turn slightly. "Does it hurt? Good. Its supposed to. Someone will be down soon to tend to it. Think on your mistakes, and how you can do better in the future." With that, you take your leave, closing and locking the door behind you.

[sasssypotatoe-blog]

Yes, i still remember how I was so nervous on the first day of school, and how it was high school and i didnt even fully knew the language, how i was just reovering from nights tearing at my heart because of some silly boy that now i know, didnt deserve me.

I tried to stay neutral as i seated in the first row, and you came in, late as i now know, is usual for you , with a shiny smile, saying hello to everyone and i smiled at you when you looked my way, and it wasnt long before plenty of girls almost ran everyone over just to greet you, and i sank into my seat.

You took a seat just infront of me and some of your friends were on my right, and i remember how the first thing you did was asking me if i was new, even though you already knew the answer, so i guess you have always been kind of awkwward while talking to me and i answered the obvious answer just before you asked my name, while smiling at some laughs from your friends from my right, to which i responded coldly unintentionaly, then you turned around and we had class, and i can promise you i thought over a housand times that i wanted to kil myself because i liked you the very moment i talked to you and i tought i had blown it because of my attitude.

When it was recess time i started tearing up because as always, i was alone and i had sworn to myself i was going to change, but then you came and asked me of i enjoyed being alone or if i would like to join you and your friends, then you introduced yourself and raised your pants to let me see some funny looking socks while saying that you loved those. Some friend of yours had gotten hurt so you asked me to tag along while us three went to the nurse, anotehr friend of yours started talking to me but i was distracted glancing at you every now and then and i am almost a hundred percent sure that she noticed it, hell i am sure as hell everyone did, except you.

We got outside and you started bragginga bout some programme you were in and how you spent i-dont-know-how-many thousands on some club that i didnt even knew the name but it might have been an exclusive one, and now i know that bragging is something you do everytime you feel insecure, and i keep on telling you that it isnt necessary, and you know that i know when you are just making that up.

Ever since that day, i have to admit that i have done everything i can to stay close to you, and even though your friends would rather be blind to it, i know we both know that there was something that clicked between us  but after a year and a half, it still remains silent.

SCENARIO PART TWO

The morning after, i woke up before him and when i looked at him, tangled in the covers, with his hair hitting his eyes, slightly snoring and god i wishes i could have tought how lucky I was to have him, but i couldnt because as much as i wanted to, he wasnt mine, not even a bit. And even tough last night seemed to mean a lot to me, i didnt really know what it meant to him and i wasnt about to ask, we had a fun weekend ahead that i wasnt about to ruin with a question.

I made my way to the kitchen, because of something i was sure, maybe two or three things: 1. He didnt know how to cook 2. He would be hungry all weekend and 3. Since I know how to cook, i wa ssure that was the main reason toa sk me to come along.

I silently cooked some breakfast and laid on the couch waiting for him to wake up, but to my surprise i fell asleep, wishig the cushions were his body and once again i would slep snuggled close to him, maybe if i had the chance i would try to be closer. He slaped my ass to wake me up, something he had lately gotten used to, and i still didnt know if it was a friendly/teasing gesture or more like a subtle way of telling me he would like something else, which was what i did all the time when i slapped his; either way, i raised my middle finger at him, to which he laughed.

He told me that the breakfast fairy had already done something to eat and i glared at him, at which he laughed and told me i would look cute with a fairy costume.

We didnt talk that much during breakfast but he told me he would take a shower and be ready in 20, usually i would understand of him that 20 was about an hour or so, since he was always worried about his looks.

Just after I changed into some clean clothes, he came out in some gray joggers, a white loosey shirt, damp hair and a gorgeous confused face with no shoes on, i joked about him not telling me tht we would go somewhere where no shoes were needed and he fake laughed at me asking me to help himfind his oh-so-expensive tenis shoes, and he was doing it again. Could you blame me for getting mixed signals? 

I knew him well enough to know that bragging for him was a coping mecaanism to when something fell out of his hands, when he was nervous about something and so far i had seen him doing it infront of people he fancied, but not me. not ever since that first day of school.

I suddenly asked about those funny looking socks of his, to which he responded that he didnt wear them anymore and i didnt even asked why, i just said he should, because they made him happy, and that he looked even more gorgeous when happy.

An i wanted to kill myself, yet again.

He stared at me and squinted his eyes a little, but it wanst uncomfortable, since i stared back at him, and i could swear he took a glance at my lips before sighing heavily and looking the other way, after taht he said he would find some other shoes, gave me the keys to his car and told me to wait by the door.

He did have those mood swings every now and then, and everyone, even he knew that there was no one better than me to help him out. But i didnt really know what tod o, i was never the cause of those mood swings, so i did as told.

And i kept asking myself once more. Friends? really? For what we had, describing it as “friends” would be an insult. We were not friends, i knew it, he knew it but neither of us wanted to say a word, both of us were insecure about it.