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blorbocedes · 1 year ago

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fernando/guanyu, hero worship, movie star fernando au

Guanyu justifies spending his sizeable allowance on booking a Saturday night private booth at Flavio Briatore's club with: if he wasn't spending it here, he would've been using it to buy Balenciaga to wear to class. Well, he does wear Balenciaga in the halls of UCLA, but still.

Zhou Guanyu would like everyone to know he is not a stalker.

All of this is publicly available information, such as Fernando's jet landing in LA on Friday, and Guanyu's bookmarked gossip boards confirming Fernando and his girlfriend are well and truly over.

And the Michelin star sushi bar Fernando posted on Instagram story that is impossible to get a booking into, and Guanyu had to beg his father's secretary to use his name.

It's just a hobby, LA is full of celebrity sighting.

Guanyu was five when he first saw Fernando, on a Chinese dubbed telenovela playing a young heartthrob. He was instantly a fan. Over the years, he followed Fernando's career diligently watching him break into Hollywood, and then critically acclaimed movies. Those movies taught him English better than the expensive tutors his parents hired. He remembers staying up late to watch the Oscar's, only to go on a very angry rant on Weibo when Fernando was brutally snubbed. He had posters of Fernando on his wall, followed his career even as it careened to a few disappointing cash-grabs the last few years after a successful stint at directing a one man play. Word on the street is Fernando's producer, Flavio, was using his production company for illegal tax writeoffs.

Guanyu waits, sparkling water in hand and a keen eye scanning the floor; the music slightly muted in his private room with an unopened champagne bottle on melting ice, glittering square table and uncomfortable lounge seats. Maybe Fernando isn't coming, maybe Guanyu's in the club all alone. Maybe he can invite Logan and Oscar next time, and opt out of the private booth in case they're uncomfortable with that. He still remembers the look on their face when they found out he has a personal cleaner come to his dorm.

Just as Guanyu was about to call it quits around midnight, a celebrity entourage with the DJ announcing his welcome -- Fernando walked in.

Even after all this time, Guanyu still feels a little starstruck, like the wind knocked out of him. It's not even the first time he's seen him in person, but the feeling is still the same. Fernando is so handsome, and whatever cosmetic work he's done is tasteful, looking older but striking. Guanyu waits at the bar on the upper floor and sneaks glances at Fernando when he can get away with it, watching him hug Flavio.

Fernando seems to catch his eye, and Guanyu looks away fast - fast, ears burning hot. He knows he's well dressed in his Chanel boots, two older ladies try to approach him and he politely declines, and when he turns around this time Fernando is gone from his seat.

Guanyu tries not to feel disappointment. He stares at his melting ice sparkling water.

"You are my favourite type of fan." The Spanish lilt of the voice by his ear makes Guanyu jump, Fernando Alonso right there beside him. "Beautiful, rich, groupie. Makes the experience rewarding for both of us, no?"

Guanyu wants to protest he's not a groupie but he's stuck on the beautiful, a blush rising from his neck, and Fernando is grinning wolfishly at him. This close, Guanyu feels a little dizzy. He can see his pores, like an HD Getty Image. He actually had a 10 step plan of how Fernando would fall in slowburn romance with him eventually after a carefully planned coffee shop meetcute but this was jumping several steps.

"I keep seeing you, and I don't forget pretty face. What's your name?" Fernando's arm goes around Guanyu's shoulder.

"Zhou Guanyu--Joe, my friends here call me Joe."

"Guanyu," Fernando butchers the pronunciation. "Zodiac sign?" He must've picked it up when he starred in Dragon Warrior: Unleashed in Beijing.

"Bunny." Guanyu momentarily forgets the English word for rabbit.

"Ah. Year of the Rabbit. I remember, from my time filming in Beijing. You are old enough, I will buy you a drink."

Guanyu finds himself being led to Fernando's table, legs walking on autopilot, heart throbbing out of his chest.

"Tell me, bunny, have you ever had a flaming whiskey shot?"

Fernando's grin is shark-like, hand on his shoulder sliding down to Guanyu's waist when he shakes his head no, signalling to his private server.

The rest of the night goes like this: Guanyu's lips close around the rim of his glass, and then it closes around the rim of Fernando's cock.

The sex is an out of body experience. Guanyu is going to compare it to Fernando's sex scenes he has bookmarked when he gets home.

"So, what are you, big Mclaren Heroes fan?" Fernando asks after, referencing his most popular movie that most people know him from, mostly because it was also the film that launched 7x Oscar winner Lewis Hamilton onto the scene. Otherwise, Fernando has just been on the film scene forever, but without the huge blockbuster hits. Guanyu actually thinks the first one is a little overrated, and then the decline in quality in the cashgrab sequels years later that never quite caught the charm of the first one.

Guanyu shakes his head. "I loved you in Minardi. I had a poster. I was 5."

"Jesus, don't remind me, kid." Fernando shudders, getting up. "It was a good run."

Guanyu has a million photos saved of it, but Fernando's back tattoo is still immaculate in person stretching from his nape all the way resting above the dimples of his lower back. He remembers when it was freshly inked and Fernando had posted it on his now abandoned Facebook. There's probably things about Fernando that he himself has forgotten that Guanyu remembers.

"You like?"

Guanyu blushes again, caught. He nods. "It's so cool."

Fernando smiles, maybe a real one this whole evening. "You have to be brave in life, like a samurai."

Fernando puts on a robe, heading to the en-suite bathroom.

Guanyu bolts over to where Fernando's phone is, unlocking it: 3314. He saw Fernando type it before, and it opens. Going to the phonebook, Guanyu saves his number as 🌸🪷💖Bunny🌸🪷💖 (Joe from the club) (Minardi fan Zhou Guanyu); before leaving it back where Fernando kept it.

If he were some lowlife stalker he would've called himself to save Fernando's number, but he's not. He hopes the emoji associations remind Fernando of the good times they had.

The next time Guanyu sees Fernando at the club, he's there with Logan and Oscar, who had invited their friends along too so the private perks and the membership card hadn't been awkward at all -- everyone calling him Joe The Man.

Logan, drunk, collapses on his shoulder with an inconspicuous whisper yell over the music. "Is that, that dude from Heroes?"

He locks eyes with Fernando across the dance hall. This time, Guanyu doesn't look away.

His phone buzzes with a text.

#the core thesis is they both don't see each other as real people here #the recent gif of them inspired this #as well as yandere little guanyu!!! not enough fics of them imo #this is a fic with an audience of 2 mutuals #but if you like it please Lmk!#f1 rpf #my fics #guanando #Fernando/guanyu

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fairytypingg · 3 months ago

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fuck it we're doing this

RAGEON HCS!!!!!

Velvet;

leo(i think thats what i am, idk a lot abt astrology)

7 minutes older and takes it way too seriously

overplans for everything

screams cries crumbles if she doesn't have 100% control over any situation

plays a lot into appearances but is actually a chronic workaholic(gets it from her uncle)

she and veneer were raaised by their uncle actually!!

velvet has a love hate relationship with the music industry, before and after the events of the movie

TRUST. ISSUES.

cannot ever talk about her feelings she'll explode

bottles everything up like im so serious

"i'll keep all my emotions right here. and then one day, i'll die."

she vents frustration by talking mad shit in cs:go lobbies

she's really good at the game

scary good aim because of it, and that DOES transfer to real life

has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces/ref

"i inhereted severe generational trauma and all i got was borderline personality disorder"

someone help her

she needs therapy

also autistic <3

Veneer;

also a leo

7 minutes younger but only remembers bcs velvet will not let him forget

he seems chill in comparison because velvet is so high strung but he is the most dramatic bitch ever

says really out of pocket shit without thinking

"yeah that's why your parents dont call you then haha- what why are you looking at me like that what did i say"

he's the epitome of unmedicated adhd

probably needs glasses

the only one of the twins with a drivers license

was very outgoing growing up because velvet hated talking to people, so someone had to do it

doesn't rly understand velvet being depressed and thinks shes a drama queen like him

"im tragically doomed by the narrative" "drink water dumbass"

hes morosexual

"if a man can locate mount rageous on a map that man is not my type"

dumb fucking ass

love him, hes just kinda stupid.

Kid Ritz:

idk any other zodiac signs use ur imagination

every personality disorder you can think of

emotional manipulation is a sport and he is bringing home the gold

whats wrong with him

the answer is mommy issues. and rampant childhood neglect. also when you're raised as rich as he was you're gonna come out weird

struggled to understand the concept of lying as a child so when be finally got it he retaliated by lying for sport and then never stopped doing that

prefers machines to people

hes one of those "there is a minimum iq requirement to talk to me" guys

not just a talk show host!!

he's well trained to take over his father's political position when the old man retires

current director of public security

he's known as a purveyor of gossip for a reason

the saying goes that nothing happens in the city without his knowledge

hyperintelligent

like genius iq, reading at a college level by age 5, etc

actual child prodigy in every conceivable way

notorious for being "perfect"

he's the face of Ritzworth Media Corp for a reason

evil genius

also lonely

his father is grossly neglectful and his mother is a deadbeat

did i mention he has mommy issues

never met his mom and has devoted a lot of his energy to forming an intelligence network dedicated to finding her

hates people

like very antisocial

struggles HEAVILY with empathy

his interviews are notoriously difficult since he entertains himself by making his interviewees squirm

casual sadist in every conceivable way

What's Wrong With Him/aff

Orchid;

use ur imagination again im not gonna look it up

rebelling against common characterization here stay with me

secretive about her past but obviously hiding something

a chameleon type of person, can change her behavior, mannerisms, and even accent at the drop of a hat

carries a deep grief with her

distrusting and calculating

she'll "befriend" you but it takes a lot of effort to actually gain her trust

she WILL discard you if she's even slightly suspicious

nobody is sure what her goal is, but she has an agenda

orchid might not be her real name either

very mysterious

generally presents as kind and friendly but it's noticibly fake

cannot stress how much she is hiding something

capable of murder and not afraid to resort to such to protect her secret

dont look in her closet

she has participated in her fair share of underage drinking and can hold her liquor pretty well, but if you manage to get her drunk enough you may be able to pry some answers out of her

has a distaste for celebrities she doesn't see as beneficial to know

gives like. really good advice

identity issues <3

the song Phony is perfect for her

she moves as if she's used to her hair being longer than it is

what is she hiding?

#shut up quill #trolls headcanons #velvet trolls #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer #trolls #velvet trolls nobody understands you like i do #veneer trolls #my art #ig?#kid ritz trolls #orchid trolls

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marketfreshfics · 8 months ago

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OC: Paisley Gallos

Basics:

Full name: Paisley November Gallos Nickname: Pais Gender: Female Species: Witch / Vampire Date of birth: December 14th, 1874 Nationality: Spanish-French, born in the Americas Blood status: Muggleborn Wand: Walnut, dragon heartstring, 11”, unyielding

Appearance

Hair colour: Dark brown / mahogany Hairstyle: Short, wavy Eye colour: Hazel Skin tone: Medium Height: 5’2” Body type: Average, slight muscle definition

Clothing style: Functionality takes priority; light-medium, but durable fabrics such as cotton and leather for ease of movement. Prefers more fitted clothing, especially when travelling or exploring outside the castle walls. Fond of worn denim; often wears her brother’s hand-me-down pairs when out of class.

Accessories:

Often carries a harmonica in her back pocket

Her father’s wristwatch, despite it always running a few minutes ahead

Other distinguishing features:

Three diagonal scars on the left side of her jaw (obtained while trying to escape from a vampire)

Two small birthmarks below her bottom lip

Personality

Traits: Intelligent, resourceful, clever, determined, crass, blunt, intuitive, curious, decisive, quick to anger, observant, goal-oriented, remorseful Likes: Early morning hikes, writing in a new notebook, solving problems, the ocean, strong coffee (with two sugar cubes), stargazing, foraging for minerals/rocks Dislikes: Perfume, wet socks, the afternoon sun, formal attire, dishonesty Hobbies: Fishing, metalsmithing (when out of school) Fears: The unknown, her own thirst (once she becomes a vampire)

MBTI: INFJ-A Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, Aquarius moon, Libra rising Temperament: Choleric Archetype: The Rebel Similar characters: Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Sam Winchester, Harry Callahan, Lisa Simpson, Han Solo, Max Mayfield, Jon Snow

Family/Friends

Father: Pierre - Muggle, Fisherman Mother: Rosalyn - Muggle, Teacher (Died in 1882 from scarlet fever) Sibling(s): Mathieu (age 19) Pet(s): Barred Owl, “Crispen” Friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, Amit Thakkar, Natsai Onai

Magic

Boggart: Extremely thick fog, accompanied by a foghorn Patronus: Colossal squid Polyjuice: Turns crimson, tastes like spring water and copper Amortentia: Smoke, bergamot and clean, starched cotton Special abilities:

Fire-based offensive spells and charms

Non-verbal magical spells

(Once transformed into a vampire) can sometimes "absorb" a person's abilities after consuming their blood

Backstory

Born in Nova Scotia, Canada to immigrant muggle parents, Paisley grew up in a small fishing village just on the outskirts of a port city. Because of this, she spent many days on fishing vessels with her father and older brother, while her mother worked as a teacher at the schoolhouse in town. When she was eight, her mother fell gravely ill and unfortunately passed away from complications of scarlet fever. Her father, Pierre, often struggled to balance work obligations with raising Paisley and Mathieu, and more often than not her older brother was left responsible, which caused her to develop a great deal of independence.

Being from a non-magical family, Paisley's magic was a startling discovery. It revealed itself when, while arguing with her brother, she made a milk bottle spontaneously explode in frustration. The following morning, two members from the Ministry for Magic arrived, explained magical abilities to her and her family, and promptly enrolled her in the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She was sorted into the Horned Serpent house, based on her high level of intelligence and ambitious, goal-oriented mindset.

Paisley excelled in her studies, her hunger for knowledge consistent, and while graduating from her fifth year she was recognized for her advanced magical comprehension. She was hand-selected by the Minster for Magic himself to take part in an accelerated graduate program at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and with great excitement she transferred at the start of her sixth year. Having researched the Hogwarts houses before her arrival, she anticipated being sorted into Ravenclaw... however the mysterious rumours about the Slytherin house fostering several dark wizards in history captivated her curiosity, and thus the sorting hat placed her there instead.

Soon after arriving at Hogwarts, she was captured by a well-known criminal, who subsequently bit her and changed her into a vampire against her will. The details around this, and why she was selected specifically, are still unknown...

Academics

Best subject: DADA Favourite subject: Astrology Favourite teachers: Professor Fig, Professor Sharp Worst subject: History of Magic Least favourite subject: Divination, Theory of Magic Least favourite teacher: Binns Quidditch: N/A

As a student:

Prioritizes her studies as much as possible; she is aware of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study at Hogwarts and does not take it for granted.

Sometimes misses classes without explanation, particularly on sunny days.

She is always happy to help fellow classmates, however, she is wary of many. This only increases once she has been turned.

Mostly keeps to herself; has few, close friends, with whom she places a great deal of trust.

Future

Career: Researcher or Archivist Naturally, Paisley is drawn to a career path that allows her the opportunity to further her education and learn something new. Her ambitions focus on filling her brain with as much information as possible, so taking up a job as a Researcher or Archivist for the Ministry is very much in her wheelhouse.

Spouse: TBD Children: TBD

Special thanks to @hazyange1s for letting me follow their OC layout 🤍

#hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #natsai onai #the stratagem strain #oc profile #paisley gallos

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remember-digimon · 5 months ago

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And now, I would like to put my extensive hyperfixation knowledge about astrology to work and tell you how I hc each kid's sun sign.

Please keep in mind, this is just my opinion, and if you hc a different sign for someone, your headcanon is still valid 😁 this is just my dumb interpretation.

If you have any thoughts, please feel free to let me know in the replies! ❤️

(Click to view the post! It's a long one lol I didn't want to destroy everyone's dash 😅)

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Starting off with Tai.

Obviously he's a fire sign. There's no way he isn't a fire sign. So that's Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius. Aries is brash and rambunctious. Leo loves the spotlight. Sagittarius is untamed and full of wanderlust. To me, there's no way Tai *isn't* an Aries.

Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, so this sign doesn't have the 'experience' the other signs have. But they make up for that by charging into things, eager to experience new things, and to prove themselves. Aries is ruled by Mars, and in a better aspect than Scorpio. Aries is Mars being projected outwards, Scorpio is Mars projected inwards. (Spoiler alert: more on this when I get to Matt.)

Tai is impulsive and wants to take action. He is Mars in motion, taking action, full throttle forward movement. As the beginning of the zodiac cycle, Aries urges us to move forward, just like how Tai urges the group to move forward.

His career as a diplomat might not seem fitting to an Aries, who are known to be hot-headed in some instances, but I think it works out because he's blazing a new trail.

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Next, Sora.

Since she is the mom friend, my first instinct for her is Cancer, ruled by the moon, a very motherly-love sign. Cancer is a water sign, which is at odds with her Digimon being fire-based, but I don't think their Digimon necessarily have to match up with the element of their sign.

Anyway, Cancer being a water sign means emotions. Especially for a water sign ruled by the moon, which pulls the tide. Cancers need to be needed. They want to take care of their loved ones. Being ruled by the moon, a Cancerian could be prone to mood swings as the moon changes phases so often.

Sora wants everyone to be happy and to get along. More than once she has an inner monologue where she is concerned about everyone's mood; most notably after Tai and Matt's big fight during the early part of the Dark Masters arc. She notices that everyone is tired and cranky and just generally beat down. It's very Cancerian for her to notice the mood of the group and worry about them.

Her career as a kimono designer makes sense because she was lead into appreciating traditional Japanese culture by her mother. It's also a creative career which is a good avenue for a water sign.

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Next, Matt.

*points at him* SCORPIO

I have never been so sure of a fictional character's sign in my LIFE. And I'm not just saying this because I'm also a Scorpio 😅

Scorpio is ruled classically by Mars, and Pluto in the modern era. This sign is all about passion, intensity, secrets and mystery, and jealousy. Matt feels things so intensely that he can't help but blow up on Tai; the majority of their fights happen because Matt can't control his emotions very well. Granted, he's 11, so it's just a life skill he hasn't learned yet. By the time 02 happens he's much more in control of himself.

As mentioned above, Aries and Scorpio are both ruled by Mars. In Aries, it's outward, and in Scorpio it's inward. This means that Tai puts that Mars energy (passion, action, driving force, etc) forward while Matt keeps it bottled up. I think this is why they tend to argue so much, and also why they get along a lot better when they're older and more mature.

In any case, Matt has a lot of strong emotions that he has trouble showing, he is great at intuitively reading people, he hides his true self behind a cool personality that he developed as a coping mechanism. This all screams Scorpio to me.

For his career as an astronaut/aerospace engineer, he's exploring an unknown, which Scorpio craves. They want to know every secret. Even those in the scientific community.

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Next, Izzy.

I'm gonna say Aquarius. Ruled by Uranus, the planet of sudden change, breakthroughs, innovation, and cutting-edge technology. It's also an air sign, which governs communication, thought, change, and the mind.

Personality wise, I've always thought Aquarians of being nice enough, but a little hesitant in revealing their true self. Unlike Scorpio, who hides out of self-preservation, Aquarius does it because they don't want to dump their theory of the universe or whatever on some poor soul who wasn't interested.

An Aquarius will be a deep thinker, if not abnormally intelligent for their age, and they might feel separated from their peers because of this. I think this applies to Izzy; he is very smart, specifically because of how he thinks and approaches problems. He doesn't just magically know the answer; he isn't above collaboration to get to the bottom of something. In fact, he spends a good part of 01 looking for Gennai because Izzy knows he knows a lot more than him about the Digital World.

Outside of just being smart, though, Aquarius is also about revolution, ushering in change, and doing what's best for the group. They're progressive, but also independent. They have the majority in mind, but also maintain their own perspective. Sounds like Izzy to me. This all adds up with his career in computer science, too.

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Next, Joe.

Capricorn. This is an earth sign ruled by Saturn, the planet of responsibility and duty. Earth signs have a 'slower' energy than the other elements, and can be well-grounded or stubborn. Capricorn specifically is the sign of 'work smarter not harder' and accomplishing goals.

Joe's work ethic is shown in his studies. When the kids go back home mid-season, he goes to take a practice test. When he fails it, he's worried for a moment, then resolves to study harder and do better.

It's also reflected in his behavior in the Digital World; he readily takes on responsibility, like when he climbed the mountain on his own just to resolve an argument between Tai and Matt.

As a doctor, Joe had to put in a lot of hard work without immediate payoff. This is something that Capricorn thrives under.

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Next, Mimi.

For awhile, I had a hard time deciding between Taurus and Virgo for Mimi. Since they're both earth signs, I looked to their planets; Mercury for Virgo (communication, thought, travel) and Venus for Taurus (beauty, comfort, aesthetic). So basically I've decided on Taurus lol

Taurians are stubborn. They also like good food, nice things, comfy spaces, and they LOVE being at home. They'll make a little nest for themselves to get cozy in just about anywhere. They can also be bossy.

Sounds like Mimi, huh? She is stubborn, and she's the one most often complaining about wanting to eat or stop for a rest or wanting to go home. She straight up sobs with joy when they get back to Japan. She also puts a lot of effort into her aesthetic, not because she cares what other people think, but because it's important to her to look nice. Looking nice makes her feel nice.

She goes into cooking as a profession. In the original Japanese she's a nutritionist, while in the dub she hosts a cooking show. If there's one thing a Taurus loves, it's food, so it makes sense that she would pursue a career focused on cooking.

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Next, TK.

I'm just gonna say Pisces. Water sign ruled by Neptune. Pisces is the last sign of the zodiac, and therefore has the 'experience' of every other sign. But they do have their own issues.

Being ruled by Neptune, they're liable to fall into daydreaming. In fact, if I could describe Pisces in one word it would be 'dreamy'; not in the 'good looking' kind of way, but 'head in the clouds' kind of way. Pisceans rarely get mad, but when they do it can be scary. They're almost calm when they're really mad.

TK has a vivid imagination and gets along with just about everyone. He also has a child-like outlook, even when grown up. The one time he got REALLY, ACTUALLY mad was when he confronted Ken as the Digimon Emperor, and we all know how that went. His career as a novelist also fits a Pisces.

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Next, Kari.

I'm going with Libra. Libra is an air sign ruled by Venus. They are diplomatic, fair, and generally pacifists. They want to get along with everyone and be everyone's friend lol. They're also very charming.

Kari is a sweet kid, and while I don't remember a lot from 02 (I still need to do a rewatch) I do recall Kari being very patient with the new DigiDestined, and very kind to them.

Libras also can suffer from indecisiveness, much in the same way Gemini does. They want to weigh out each option carefully before proceeding.

As a teacher, particularly a kindergarten/primary school teacher, being a Libra would help Kari with looking after a bunch of little kids.

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Next, Davis.

Leo! Center of attention, lover of the spotlight. Leo is a fire sign ruled by the sun. Just like how staring at the sun can make you go blind, overexposure to a Leo will make you exhausted. They're full of energy, love to be the one everyone's talking about, and constantly need their ego boosted.

Davis kind of fell into the same trap as Tai back in the day (and maybe nowadays, too) where fans like to portray him as stupid. Neither Tai nor Davis is stupid. Tai just doesn't have much inhibition and Davis wants to look cool. If rushing into danger will make him look cool, he'll do it. If being the best at soccer will make him look cool, he'll play as hard as possible. When something happens to him that makes him look not so cool, it's a big blow to his ego and he can get bummed out really easily.

Leos are show-offs, but they have the talent to show off in the first place. They take great pride in being the best they can be at something. They're confident and very generous.

As a ramen chef, Davis wants to be the BEST ramen chef. He wants to make something of himself, and also provide something amazing for other people.

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Next, Cody.

Capricorn. As stated above with Joe, Capricorns are earth signs ruled by Saturn. It would be strange for everyone in such a large group to have different sun signs, and it just makes sense to me for Cody to also be a Capricorn.

Cody is a diligent worker, level-headed, and very responsible and respectful. Where Joe channels his Capricorn sun into being the 'grown-up' and becoming a doctor, Cody's motives are to make his family proud of him. This loyalty to family is pretty common in earth signs.

With a job as a defense attorney, Cody would also need to study hard and attend college past a bachelor's degree. This shows his diligence and work ethic.

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Next, Yolei.

Gemini. An air sign ruled by Mercury. Mercury moves fast around the sun, and it goes retrograde a lot (meaning it appears to move backwards in the sky and causes setbacks in its dominion of travel, contracts, and communication). This can make a Gemini sun to appear scatterbrained.

Yolei is full of enthusiasm and is desperate to be seen as an individual thanks to her large family. Geminis don't like to be left alone, as the sign of the twins, so she needs someone alongside her to bounce her wild ideas off of. Geminis can also be judgemental, but they change their mind very quickly.

Geminis are also known to be very talkative. They might ramble when they're nervous.

As a stay-at-home mom, she likely enjoys the rowdiness of raising three kids. Though once they get older and can start chatting and asking questions, like kids do, she would get pretty tired.

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Finally, Ken.

I'm gonna put Ken down as a Scorpio, also. A water sign ruled by Mars and Pluto.

The difference between Matt and Ken as Scorpios, in my opinion, is that Matt is more of a Mars Scorpio (passionate, intense, driven) while Ken is more of a Pluto Scorpio (secretive, magnetic, elusive).

As the Digimon Emperor, Ken is just about everything bad about Scorpio. Manipulative, ill-tempered, and withdrawn. Once he gets over that, he still keeps to himself a lot and doesn't like to show what he's really feeling.

A detective is a classic job recommendation for a Scorpio. We like to get to the bottom of every secret.

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ygodmyy20 · 5 months ago

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Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @texasdreamer01 (thankies texas!)

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Yep, got married a month ago.

02) What was your dream growing up? Dream of what? My career? My life? My fantasy? I mean I wanted to be an elf in LoTR when I was like, 12. Does that count? hahah

03) What talent do you wish you had? Asking waiters to change my order if they got it wrong.

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? Beer (specifically a New England IPA)

05) Favorite vegetable? Hm. I really love good arugula.

06) What was the last book you read? None I just read fanfics haha

07) What zodiac sign are you? Leo

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Nope tho I wish to get a tattoo one day.

09) Worst Habit? Probably overthinking myself into a spiral.

10) What is your favorite sport? Dressage

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? Optimistic because lifes too short and I just want to be happy.

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. Uhhhhh.....I am a twin? (always a easy one haha)

13) Do you have any pets? Sadly no BUT I may.....may be trying to. foster a kitty. Maybe. While my husband is out of town for a month-long gig.

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Scary but also eh whatever.

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? I can't answer this or else I'm gonna spiral.

16) What color eyes do you have? Blue

17) Ever been arrested? Nope

18) Bottle or can soda? Bottle

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? Put it in my savings.

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? Hm. Probably at home or in the woods.

21) Do you believe in ghosts? I dunno

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Writing, drawing fanarts, horseback riding.

23) Do you swear a lot? Yeah

24) Biggest pet peeve? I dunno, I don’t know if I have one? Depends on the person or circumstance or situation:

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? Hm. Emotional.

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? I’m a hopeless romantic. And I got married and kinda like this guy a whole dang lot.

27) Favourite and least favourite food? Fav: sushi. Least fav: I’m honestly not a huge fan of potatos….

28) Do you believe in God? I believe in a universe. Wherever god is in it I got no clue.

29) What makes you happy: Sharing my art with friends, having movie nights with husband on Fridays.

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Ado

31) Favorite place to spend time: Probably at home, or out i the woods.

32) Favorite lyric: Goodbye by Bo Burnham

Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I staretd fourteen years ago?

33) Recommend a film: Akira

34) Recommend a book: haven't read enough

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: Fire Hell and Holy Water by Gioli & Assia

36) Recommend a TV show: Mob Psycho 100

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I am from the midwest and am still in the midwest

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? I had cats growing up and I would love to get one. I also ride horses.

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Uhhhh. Hm. I am not sure.

40) How did you 'find' fandom? I got into Yugioh! when I was 12 and started writing fanfics and them opps here i am.

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. My Teru and Mob figures, my Mob cat, my cat lamp, my ipad, my water bottle. I am at my desk there is a lot here

42) How do you style your hair? Down or half ponytail or pony tail. I have long hair.

I got this ask before the other writer one so I know many asks have been going around today haha so VERY much no pressure tags: @russenoire @thousand-winters @toastytoaster22 @emeraldoodles or anyone else who wants to!

#wheee #phew I got through one! hahah #texasdreamer01

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zodiactalks · 7 months ago

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RELIABLE Zodiac Signs Ranked

Reliable people are those you can truly trust. They deliver on their promises, are consistent, responsible, and highly committed.

When you call a reliable person, you can rest assured that they will answer the phone and try to be there for you, whether a friend, a colleague, or a family member.

These people become your support system and won't hesitate to back you up when you need them. Now, not everyone has a personality type to be dependent enough, placing their needs at the top of the list when given a choice.

Read on the zodiac signs ranking from the most reliable to the least:

#1. Cancer

The crabs are not only committed and very responsible individuals. They are also empathetic enough to cherish their relationships to the fullest and go to great lengths to make their loved ones happy. You can count on them if you need a shoulder to cry, a piece of sound advice, or someone who will celebrate your success. You can tell that these sensitive water signs really care, making them one of the most reliable signs of the whole zodiac.

#2. Virgo

Virgo strives for perfection in everything they do, which can sometimes be annoying to their friends and relatives who have to withstand their judgmental nature. However, Virgo will never let their loved ones down and will do everything they can to help someone who’s having a rough time. This sign is very service-oriented and loves to fulfill their role with flying colors, whether we are talking about work, friendship, or love partner. Virgo will give you great advice, bring you soup when you are sick, and will be the first to congratulate you when you achieve your goals.

#3. Taurus

Taurus is a committed and down-to-earth water sign with a dependent and trustworthy way of approaching life. They don’t shy away from hard work and are willing to help their loved ones with complex tasks such as moving or painting their houses. The bull also knows how to spoil their friends and relatives and will make sure to comfort you with a delicious meal and bottle of wine whenever you are feeling down. This sign loves stability and security, which is why they try to constantly attend to their relationships and work affairs so they can be there for the rest of their lives.

#4. Capricorn

Capricorn is a wise and committed earth sign willing to endure any kind of hardship as long as they meet their goals and do not fail their loved ones.

These individuals may appear severe and cold on the outside, but they actually have a very generous heart that will never disappoint their family and friends. They can even pull resources from places other people can't imagine just to avoid letting anyone down.

#5. Scorpio

Scorpio is a passionate and fearless water sign that takes its relationships very seriously and is capable of endangering its own well-being for the sake of helping one of its friends or family members.

These individuals are capable of walking through fire for you and will prove to be fiercely loyal and supportive. Now, never make the mistake of betraying their trust, as Scorpios never forget a mistake, and after being hurt, there is no turning back.

Scorpios are reliable as long as others repay them in kind. When these signs are heartbroken, it is tough for them to get out of their self-absorption to help others.

#6. Leo

Leo often seems self-centered or superficial, but they genuinely want to help others and are very dependable and committed when pursuing their passions.

When Leo aligns with their heart, they are the most generous, dependent, and enthusiastic people, always willing to offer a shoulder to cry on and help their loved ones when they are going through a hard time.

However, when Leo has to put their dreams on the back burner to take care of more pressing matters, they can become conceited and selfish, putting their needs first, and may ignore their caring responsibilities if they have a bad day.

#7. Aries

You can rely on Aries to be there when you need them, especially if you are looking for motivation to follow your goals or a gym partner to help you boost your physical performance.

However, they won't always give you the right advice or make you feel better when you're having a bad day. Rams don't usually think about what they say and are too impulsive in their interactions, making them very blunt and tactless.

When they feel that a loved one is not trying hard enough to get out of their situation, Aries will lose patience. They want to find a quick solution and not waste time complaining or self-pity.

#8. Libra

Libra keeps their promises and will try to be there for others when they need them. However, they do this to keep their reputation intact and not appear rude, even though they may not feel like doing what they are asked to do.

Still, if you need advice, you can always count on Libra, who is objective enough to understand your point of view and help you reach a harmonious and fair solution. These individuals will never do anything to upset others and will seek peace in all their interactions.

#9. Sagittarius

Sagittarius is not exactly reliable. These signs have a hard time keeping their promises and committing to projects because they go where the wind takes them and can change course at a moment's notice.

These individuals will never let go of their desires to surrender to other people's needs. Their spirits are too wild and spontaneous to be there for anyone's needs. For them, it is better to be authentic than to comply.

If you need Sagittarius and they happen to be available, they will gladly help you! Now, don't try to hold them to a commitment that will occur a week later, as you may get disappointed.

#10. Pisces

Pisces is an empathetic water sign that has the best of intentions. They want to be there for their loved ones, remain accountable to their work goals, and not disappoint others.

However, these individuals seem to live more in dreamland than in the real world, so they tend to miss appointments, neglect their commitments, and forget their plans, which annoys their friends and family.

That's why if they ever let others down, Pisces will quickly forgive them and give them a second chance to make up for it.

#11. Gemini

Having a relationship with Gemini is like dealing with six people in the same body, all with different personalities and interests.

Therefore, it is not easy to depend on Geminis when you need them to commit to a plan. They may seem entirely on board with the idea at the time, but within five minutes, they will be distracted by some other activity, change their mind, or forget all about it.

So, if you need Gemini's help with something, make sure it's a short, on-the-spot situation, so you don't lose their attention and ensure they deliver what you need.

#12. Aquarius

If you are down or going through an emotional crisis, don't count on Aquarius to be there to support you. These individuals cannot deal with the intense emotional mess of others and will indeed run away without warning when someone asks for their devoted attention.

Aquarius is detached and highly values their personal space. If they don't feel like fulfilling a commitment or assisting someone else, they will have no problem saying no and going about their business.

If you are concerned about an issue, you can count on Aquarius to listen to you without judgment, but don't expect them to be there as long as you need them to be.

#Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #ZodiacFacts #astrology #astrology signs #Aquarius #Aries #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #Sagittarius #Pisces #taurus #scorpio #Gemini #virgo

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general information.

full name lindsay amos o’halloran

nicknames linds / uncle linds ( only by maisie )

age 41

date of birth may 1

place of birth elderslie, scotland

zodiac taurus sun cancer moon virgo rising

gender cis male

nationality scottish

religion raised catholic / non-practicing

orientation homosexual

physical attributes.

face claim richard madden

voice claim richard madden

height 5’10

weight 176 lbs

build athletic / muscular

exercise habits whenever possible but mostly circumstantial

allergies cats + nickel + medical adhesive

hair color dark copper with faint grey + a mallen streak at his hairline

hairstyle short

eye color blue

glasses/contacts no

dominant hand right

tattoos a small black orchid on his inner left bicep

scars too many to count

piercings none

jewelry/accessories garmin instinct 2x solar watch + dog tags

background information.

hometown elderslie, scotland

current residence new york, ny

spoken languages english / gaelic / spanish / belizean creole / igbo / hausa / yaruba / a few other languages very minimally

driver's license yes

occupation private security / previously scottish royal regiment

familial information.

relationship status single

mother eilidh o’halloran ( nee buchanan )

father graeme o’halloran

siblings niamh o’halloran / sister + deceased

other maisie o’halloran / niece and current ward

children none

pets none

personality.

positive traits steadfast + astute + observant + loyal + selfless

negative traits guarded + overbearing + distrustful + suspicious

likes earl grey + cutobrute + air-dried laundry + live music + runner’s highs

dislikes disorganization + rainy weather + selfishness + coffee + sunburn

moral alignment lawful good

mbti entj

Lindsay has always been private, especially when it comes to matters of his personal life, and the outbreak has only seemed to amplify this about him. In his prime, he was a skilled leader and communicator; his nearly two decades spent in service with the Scottish Royal Regiment have left him vigilant and selfless, always at the ready to keep a sharp out for the sake of those close to him, whether friends, family, or battalion. Professionally, he had a sternness about him that was not unkind, often softened by a quiet charisma and sudden and unexpected bouts of dry humor, and own his own time, he lived a life surrounded by vibrancy, more an observer than a participant. He’d frequent bustling bars and cafes and music venues, existing as a stoic fixture in the background, enjoying and observing with a simple smile twitching at his lips. He doesn’t take time for the simple pleasures anymore, and those glimpses of humor, of the lighthearted man he could have been, they’re rarer now than they ever have been.

supplies.

95-ltr. capacity tactical backpack / rucksack

first aid kit ( nearly empty )

two stainless steel water bottles

water purification tablets

utility knife / swiss army multi-tool

solar powered flashlight / power bank

hand-crank emergency radio

lighter / magnesium fire starter

signal mirror

tarp / rope

a children's sleeping bag

small plush rabbit

glock 17 + ammunition

machete + thigh holster

biography.

tw: brief mention of homophobia + abuse + drug use + death

From the outside looking in, the O’Halloran household is almost picturesque; with a modest but lovely two-story in the heart of Elderslie and two children, a son and a daughter, it would appear that Graeme and Eilidh have it all! Graeme has a government job that provides well enough that Eilidh can stay home and mind the house and the children. Lindsay Amos O’Halloran is younger than his sister Niamh by two years, but the pair are incredibly close; their father is strict — they’re mindful of their manners, their marks in school, for fear of his reaction if they don’t — and their mother is … well, Lindsay suspects she hasn’t been in her right mind in years. ❛ The pills will do that, ❜ Niamh tells him, ❛ numb you right up. ❜ She tells him this is why their mother never says anything. Lindsay expects all children must live like this — quiet, obedient. They protect each other, Lindsay and Niamh — best they can, at least. He walks her to class, she helps him with his coursework, and then they hide away in her bedroom and make up stories, elaborate tales of all the places they’ll go once they only get out of Elderslie.

To his credit, Lindsay does well to appease his father and keep relative peace in the house for many years. He learns when to mind his tongue, how to behave. If he yearns for approval, he quickly learns what it feels like to go without. Praise comes in the form of a quiet night — no shouting, no dishes thrown. He is careful to make no mistake significant enough to not be forgotten after his father’s spent a few long nights at the pub. Not until he turns fifteen. All his life, he’s been keeping it a secret; from his parents, his sister … sometimes it almost felt like he was keeping it from himself. For a while, it isn’t hard to keep it locked away; between school, church, and chores, he doesn’t have time for sinful thoughts. He can almost pretend …

His world ends on a brisk September afternoon at nearly three p.m. He’s sitting on his bed with Colin Bigbie from trigonometry, trying desperately to figure out how to calculate angles. And Colin’s tutoring him, which should be helping. It should, but Colin’s sitting so close Lindsay can smell his spearmint gum and he can’t stop looking at his lips, the way he grins around the eraser of a pencil. He still remembers the way his mother shrieks when she opens his bedroom door to find her son pinned under another boy in his own bed, a tangle of lips and limbs. ( How could he have let himself get carried away? How could he have let himself get caught? ) Colin has the common sense to scramble out of the house long before his father comes home. Lindsay is not so lucky. He has nowhere else to go.

Only a few months shy of his sixteenth birthday, Lindsay enlists in the Royal Regiment of Scotland. His mother nearly worries herself into an ulcer over the idea alone, but his father is supportive. Thinks it’s a ❛ wise move, ❜ in fact, that Lindsay could use the structure. She weeps over afternoon tea the day he brings home the forms, cannot even bear to look her husband in the eye as he fills them out. The more unpalatable truth need not be said aloud, for Lindsay already knows it in his heart — as far as Graeme O’Halloran is concerned, he no longer has a son, not in the eyes of God. Perhaps if he leaves now … learns what it means to really be a man, to bring his family respect in lieu of shame, of disappointment … well, perhaps he might return home to more welcoming arms.

This, Lindsay thinks as he packs a sparse duffel the night before he leaves for phase one training, that’s what he wants out of enlisting. He wants to feel like he belongs again. ( Has he ever? Has his father ever actually been proud? ) ❛ No but for christ’s sake, fuck ‘em all, Linds! Honestly! It’s all a bunch a’ shite, and anyway, you’ll always belong here with me,❜ comes a tearful reassurance from his sister over a shared rooftop cigarette the very same night, a possible last ditch effort at convincing him to stay. It doesn’t work! His mind is made up, and when she pinky swears that she gets it, that she understands and she could never hold it against him, Lindsay believes her. He cries when she hugs him goodbye the following morning. In spite of his best efforts, he cannot hide red eyes and mottled cheeks from his father as he climbs into the car. He says nothing, but Lindsay can feel his gaze; he cannot bring himself to meet it for the entirety of the six hour drive from Elderslie to Berkshire.

The Royal Military Academy Sandhurst provides twelve months of intensive training to all prospective young officers. Lindsay is desperate to succeed because, in his mind, there is no other option. He learns to operate on a strict schedule and quickly becomes regimented, disciplined. But Lindsay does not socialize with the other young men in his barracks. Many of them are quick to make friends — he sees them being raucous in the mess hall, hears them slagging off their superiors when they’re out of earshot — but Lindsay always keeps to himself. He never joins in. In his spare time, Lindsay pens letters. They’re mostly to Niamh. He tells her of his successes, embellishes his happiness in neat lines signed with love. The letters he receives back are the highlight of his time at the academy — they keep him going. Occasionally, he’ll write to his mother and father; to those letters, he hears nothing in return. his mother takes his phone calls on holidays — he expects that’s the only grace his father allows — but beyond that, they make no effort toward significant contact.

At least not until he graduates. They all show up, all three of them, but make no mistake it is not a grand affair. He knows from his sister’s letters things have not grown better in his absence but worse; his father’s temper flares and without Lindsay there to take the heat, his mother and sister suffer in his place. At dinner that evening, Niamh announces her plans to move overseas. She’s nearly twenty now, and after all, they’ve got relatives in America, distant cousins in New York, and she intends to relocate with their help. Her news doesn’t go over well; their father shouts, their mother wails, and when they leave, it is with the assurance that the entire lot of them are banned from what was Lindsay’s favorite Italian place in Berkshire for life. In the end, it doesn’t actually matter though, does it? He’s leaving again anyway.

Lindsay returns home for two weeks while he awaits his assignment. He helps Niamh pack and does his best to avoid conflict with their parents. When she leaves for New York, Lindsay is the one who takes the family car to drive her to the airport. ( He finds out that day that maybe he doesn’t know how to say goodbye to his sister without crying. Once can be written off as a fluke, but twice? ) He doesn’t know what to expect when he receives the call specifying the location of his first tour, but Lindsay can be certain that Belize does not even make the list. He didn’t even know they had anyone stationed in Belize. ( If he’s being honest, before he knows he’s going, Lindsay couldn’t have confidently pointed the country out on a map. ) Within seventy-two hours, he’s on a plane. Unlike with Niamh, when his parents leave him at the terminal, Lindsay sheds not a single tear. On the flight, he thinks of this mother’s outpouring of emotion and wonders if it’s sincere. Does she mourn the loss of both her children?

The stifling heat of the South American sun — surely impossibly the same sun that casts clouds over his village back home — fries pale, freckled skin within hours of landing, but Lindsay quickly learns that he enjoys the pain. It provides a welcome distraction. A lucky break, it would seem, because it is found here in no short supply. Tropical Environment Training, it’s called. Or, how to fight in the jungle! From dawn to dusk, he and his battalion trudge through gnarled, swampy undergrowth; they learn to camouflage themselves in the wild, how to use nature and the elements to their advantage. He learns to blink past the burn of sweat in his eyes, to claw his way forward when his limbs threaten to give out. His limits? Clearly he’s been underestimating them all his life! Out here in the harsh wild, nobody cares about his story, where he came from. Nobody cares who he loves. They only care that he can perform. Endure. It matters not who he is, only what he is capable of.

Belize teaches Lindsay O’Halloran that he is a very capable man.

When he first enlisted, it was without a clear, intentional path in mind; he’d known then that he wanted to serve his country, but he hadn’t the foggiest what he could even offer. would he be sent to kitchen duty or put on the frontlines? Were there even front lines? Six months after arriving in Belize, Lindsay completes his training. He’s adapted extraordinarily well to the environment; his superiors watch as he takes lead of his battalion, seizes control to lead his brothers- and sisters-in-arms to safety. He watches his team with the fierceness and precision of a hawk. When his entire battalion completes the program with flying colors, Lindsay is asked to remain in Belize. For someone so young, he displays potential. For the next ten years, Ladyville becomes his new home. He immerses himself in its culture just as much as its jungles; his accent twists the words in a funny sort of way, but he learns to speak spanish and Belizean creole. He drinks belikin and shares panades with locals. He becomes familiar with the forestry, teaches it to hundreds. And he writes to Niamh about all of it.

One day, when she writes back, Lindsay learns he’s an uncle. When his tour ends, he hops on the first plane he can catch to New York so he can meet his niece. Her name is Maisie O’Halloran and Lindsay is convinced he falls in love the second he holds her in his arms. He spends several weeks in the states with Niamh; he sleeps on her couch and spends day in and day out with her to make up for all the time they’ve lost. She tells him Maisie’s father isn’t in the picture, and Lindsay makes her pinky swear that she’s safe, that she’s okay. He wishes he could stay, but he’s given another assignment far too quickly. He tells himself he won’t cry this time when Niamh and Maisie leave him at the terminal, that he can keep it together. He can’t, and they’re both laughing through their tears as she makes him promise they’ll meet here again in a few years and he relents on one condition: she sends him weekly updates on Maisie in the meantime.

When he lands again, Lindsay is in Nigeria. He has been assigned to the UK’s permanent outpost Abuja to aid in the training of the Nigerian military. What he lacks in knowledge about the country and terrain, he makes up for in a passion for the sharing of knowledge, of valuable, life-saving skills. Hausa and Yaruba are more difficult to learn than spanish, he’ll admit, but he spends enough time there that he becomes at very least conversational in a few different local languages. When he returns to Elderslie after another six years, he does not sound the same and the streets no longer look like home. His country beckons him back before he can visit Niamh, but he promises soon. He still writes every chance he gets; she convinces him to start video calling because Maisie is talking more than ever. His parents don’t see their only grandchild, don’t get the privilege. He visits them once while he’s back on home soil. Once in two years. It’s tense. His mother doesn’t recognize him. His father shakes his hand.

It takes fifteen years, but Lindsay can finally feel the weakness in his grip.

Time slips through his fingers faster than Lindsay can stop it and before he knows it, the year is 2023. He’s back in Berkshire and, as it turns out, that little Italian restaurant? They don’t even remember him anymore. Lindsay is in his flat when he receives a phone call from an unrecognized number. It’s his cousins from New York, bearing news of his sister. Grave news. He can barely make out the details over the ringing in his ears the moment he realizes what they’re trying to say. ❛ …it was a break in … she’d just gotten back from work … didn’t even know she’d been struck …’m so sorry … ❜ And just like that, Lindsay O’Halloran’s whole world shatters.

By some grace of God, Maisie isn’t home when it happens. Their cousin had been watching her while Niamh was on shift, had just gone to take her back and opened the door when … ( oh, she saw it, the poor girl saw it! ) Lindsay requests immediate discharge and his years of dedicated service allow him to catch the next flight out of Heathrow to New York. He has to begin making arrangements. It takes six days to find a flat in the city and get Ellie moved into it; with his cousin minding her for a few hours, he packs up his sister’s apartment in a single night. Delicately, he tucks away years of memories into boxes — some he’s seen, many he’s missed out on. He does this alone, and he realizes a truth he’s known his entire life. He will always cry when he says goodbye to his sister. This night is no different. He weeps openly on the floor at the center of her apartment, surrounded by sweaters and pillows and photos — he cries for every little piece of her that he is forced to say goodbye to. His grief echoes off the walls. He gives so much that by the time they bury Niamh, Lindsay has no tears left to shed. He is exhausted. And for this, he is grateful. It allows him the ability to stay strong — he does not do well with emotion, but he knows how to push through fatigue. For Maisie, he will. From this day forward, his needs will forever take the back burner to hers. He is no father, but he will raise her the best he can. He owes as much to Niamh.

To provide for them both, Lindsay secures a position at a private security company called Sentry Solutions. His extensive military and combat training make him the perfect fit for private security, and he finds that he approaches his new career with an inherent sort of dedication. Blame it on the guilt — he wasn’t there to protect his sister, couldn’t save her, but he’ll be damned if he can’t protect everybody else. Most of all, he intends to protect Maisie, to provide her with anything and everything she could ever possibly need and keep her safe. He wants to keep her happy, too, but he knows that’s a more difficult battle won. Though he could count the number of times he’d seen her face to face before moving to New York on one hand, they were hardly strangers; he used to call weekly at minimum to speak to her and her mum, often sent her gifts from Nigeria and then again from Berkshire. This does not make the process of familiarization any easier or less awkward, but Lindsay does his best and eventually, they fall into a routine. He learns what Frozen is and how to dutch braid hair. He wakes up early on Saturday mornings to make chocolate chip pancakes and commits the details of a traditional tea party menu to memory. Every Wednesday starts with a visit to Maisie’s grief counselor and always ends with gelato from the little Italian place on the corner of their block. After a few months, Lindsay starts to believe he can actually do this. That they both can.

And the moment Lindsay thinks he’s finally started to find his footing again, it’s as if the rug has been ripped from beneath his feet again. The world is ending. If it was dangerous to live in the city before, it begins to feel like a death sentence the moment he hears the news. He immediately begins formulating a plan. They need to get out of the city. The population is too dense, the layout of the city too labyrinthine to feel safe. He packs a bag and instructs Maisie to do the same. ❛ Only take what ye can carry, Mais, ❜ he says as if he’d not carry the moon on his back had she told him she wanted to take it along, ❛ only take what’s important. ❜ Her backpack is pink with faux-fur straps, stuffed with crayons and fruit snacks, plushes and photos of her mother; the matching sleeping bag is attached to his own rucksack.

Lindsay expects it will take them some time to leave New York, but no amount of training or planning can prepare him for the chaos and bloodshed that ravage the streets. The streets are gridlocked but the cars are abandoned, some with windows smashed or doors left wide open. Driving out of the city is an impossibility, and every sidewalk, every building is like an active war zone. To think he'd been worried about the barricades. Moving through the city is slow. Every new street, every building promises new threats; if it's not the undead, it's the living trying to ransack them for supplies. Desperate people. Lindsay tries not to fault them ― fear can make people do all sorts of irrational things. He knows this. But if Maisie's safety is threatened, Lindsay does not hesitate to exterminate said threat, living or otherwise.

Distances Lindsay expects might take hours to cover instead take days. Weeks, even. Maisie is scared, confused, but she holds up better than he expects her to. He should've expected she'd be resilient like her mum. He keeps watch while she sleeps, operates on bare minimum and learns how to whittle his exhaustion into something functional and sharp under the cutting edge of adrenaline. He's never been in survival mode for this long. He thinks back to Belize, to the way the sun blistered his skin and the way his muscles screamed for mercy. He'd been able to push through it then for family who didn't give a damn about him, and he'll dig his heels in and survive this too. For Maisie.

When the snowstorm hits, they take shelter in an elementary school. It appears as though it had been used at some point in the recent past as a makeshift shelter, but aside from the biters that Lindsay methodically removes, it has been thoroughly abandoned. ( Some of the ones Lindsay exterminates, they look fresh. He does well not to dwell on this. ) The winter is long and cold and grueling but they survive. Lindsay is careful to ration what food he can scavenge from the cafeteria and, by some grace of God, it's enough to last the pair of them through the coldest months. He's grateful for the sense of familiarity the location provides Maisie; there are books and toys in the classrooms to keep her entertained and enriched. She has the chance to be a child and Lindsay finally has the chance to rest. At least for a little while. Come spring, they'll be getting out of this city.

Lindsay thinks so, anyway, but he's beginning to realize that what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men might actually be true. Maisie falls ill sometime in late February. It's not that he hasn't been keeping track of the passage of days, either, only that he doesn't know for sure when it actually begins. Her sniffles are easy enough to write off as a symptom of the colder weather, of course, but the cough is admittedly concerning. She seems unfazed, so he keeps an eye on it for a few days and intends to wait for it to resolve itself. Only it doesn't resolve itself. Maisie gets worse.

When the fever appears, Lindsay can no longer deny his concern or the way it steadily seems to morph into panic. He's never dealt with this before. He's only been responsible for her less than a year. There are no useful medications to be found in the nurse's office, nothing more than old antihistamines and cough drops in the desks. He's not familiar with this part of the city, and even after scoping from the rooftop, there's not a pharmacy in sight, not that he can tell. It isn't as if he can leave her, either, to go looking further, or even take her along in this condition, out of fear he'll come up empty-handed and make her feel worse in the process. But he's been surveilling the area, watching. He's seen survivors at the Wexley, coming and going. They must have supplies. It's a short enough distance that he could run it from the school even with his pack on his back and her in his arms, and, with no other options, that's precisely what Lindsay does.

#↳ intro #↳ about #bnyintro #the way this got stupid long and took me two days even though he was already a pre-existing muse of mine kshsakl #anyway hmu for plots y'all

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What are Zodiac signs?

Zodiac signs used to be a measure if dates and times, as when that specific constellation lined up in the sky. Now, they can be used as personality tests or the likes. You may have heard someone refer to another person as an Aries or a Scorpio if they are acting hardheaded or mean.

While some people take Zodiac signs seriously and will even break up relationships based on sign compatibility, it is really just a part of astrology.

Personality Traits

A persons personality can be broken up into their Big Three: Sun Sign, Moon Sign, and Rising Sign. All of these can be calculated using a basic website for star charts. Below I will add a good list I have found for which planetary placement means.

Each zodiac is also associated with the four elements: Earth, Air, Water, and Fire.

Earth Zodiacs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Water Zodiacs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Air Zodiacs: Libra, Aquarius, Gemini

Fire Zodiacs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Earth signs are said to be level headed and practical. Water signs are sensitive and imaginative. Fire signs are independent and confident. Air signs are social butterflies and witty. While these aren't fact, they tend to be well received stereotypes of the signs.

Depending on which signs are in your chart, your personality will differ. Lets start with sun signs.

Sun Signs

Your sun sign is the basis of your personality. It is the stereotype people see when they meet you. This is commonly referred to as just your zodiac sign, the stars you were born under. I am a Pisces sun, and I like to think I am imaginative and whimsical

Moon Signs

Moon signs are how your emotions work and how you present them. They are how you work though stress and the likes. Im a Libra Moon, and I tend to bottle up my emotions.

Rising Signs

Your rising is how you carry yourself ad complete your daily tasks. As a Leo Rising, I tend to take on too much and then get burnt our quickly.

What ever your mix of these three are, you'll get a different mix each time. They arent an overly important subject to learn for witchcraft, but it is fun and a good base for astrology.

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bloodsbad · 17 days ago

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⊹₊⟡⋆ [ MADISON BAILEY ] + [ SHE / HER ] ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting [ god is a freak by peach prc ] through their airpods is [ GWENDOLYN "GWEN" GORDON ] . oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the [ twenty - four ] year old [ ACTRESS ] who just went viral for [ doing a risky photoshoot to promote her newest film and tainting her 'good girl' image that she's had for years. ] . yup , the one that drives a [ rolls-royce cullinan black badge ] . i hear they’re pretty [ +effervescent] , but others have claimed that they’re quite [ -impetuous ] . that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as [ big ego, hidden depths ] .

ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ regarding ; ꒰ basics ꒱

name : gwendolyn elizabeth gordon

age : twenty four.

gender : cis woman

pronouns : she / her

height : five feet, nine inches.

tattoos : small tattoo on her wrist.

piercings : ears, n*pples.

sexuality : bisexual , biromantic.

relationship status : single.

faceclaim : madison bailey.

ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ regarding ; ꒰ history ꒱

birthday : april 22nd.

zodiac sign : taurus.

place of birth : beverly hills, california

parents : leonard gordon ( father ) & ashlynn gordon ( mother )

siblings : none.

criminal record : none.

ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ regarding ; ꒰ deeper dive ꒱

temperament : sanguine.

alignment : chaotic neutral.

personality traits : positive ; fervent, resolute & vivacious. negative ; blunt, petulant & superficial.

aesthetics : mascara stained pillow cases after yet another heartbreak , obscene amounts of half consumed water bottles littering her night stand & blowing kisses to her own reflection.

mannerisms : taps her perfectly touched up acrylic nails against flat surfaces, bites her lip when lost in thought & singing to herself when nobody else is around.

educational background : completed home schooling due to always being busy with filming.

notable skills / talents : highly gifted actress, using her big brown eyes to get her way.

phobias : clowns, heights & insects.

pet peeves : pet peeves.

hobbies : acting, attending the hottest parties around & shopping without a budget.

dreams / desires : she's already living the dream.

ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ regarding ; ꒰ backstory / tidbits ꒱

the only child of leonard and ashlynn gordon, her parents had big hopes and dreams for her. after she mastered walking and talking, she was thrust into the limelight by them. their own dreams might've been squashed, but it didn't mean they couldn't live vicariously through her.

initially, she hated acting. she still did it due to her people - pleasing nature, but she was secretly miserable. she wanted a normal life, but knew it wasn't in the cards for her.

after she got some bigger roles, she started to develop a passion for acting. she found herself quite fond of the attention and praise she was receiving.

when she turned eighteen she fired her parents and found herself a new manager, someone who was a go - getter and landed her even more roles in larger projects.

as the projects got larger and her bank account massively increased in size, she felt truly proud of herself. it made her even more determined to be one of the biggest names in hollywood.

for the most part, she'd always played it safe in her roles, appeasing her parents by never pushing the limits, but as she got older and distanced herself, she decided she was tired of living life as a cautious good girl, always trying to prevent her perfect image from being tainted.

she knew that in order to truly set herself apart from others, she needed to make a statement, so she took on the edgiest role of her career recently and shattered the very image she'd built up for years of the perfect girl. she now no longer has to hide who she truly is, and she couldn't be more thrilled about it. gwen's out partying and experiencing things she never has before.

a bit of a hopeless romantic, though nobody would ever know. she's had plenty of failed relationships, and she can never figure out why.

#vigilante.intro #temp gifs bc ya girl is lazy tn but excited for this oc #ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ; gwendolyn gordon.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 ; gwendolyn gordon.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ; gwendolyn gordon.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; gwendolyn gordon.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 ; gwendolyn gordon.

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crystallizedshowers · 4 months ago

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Heteroclite

~Sally Face OC Story~

"Hey Kat?" Ash's voice rang from across the lunch table. Upon the bell ringing for lunch Sal pretty much dragged me to the lunch room to sit with him and his friends. I insisted I was fine sitting alone outside, but soon enough Larry joined in and told me they didn't want to leave me outside alone in case Travis decided to bother me again. Resulting in me sitting at a lunch table and introducing myself to two other friends of the group: Maple and Chug. "Hmm?" I responded not looking up from eating my pb&j sandwich that I had brought from home. "Do you not like us or something?" I choked on the bite in my mouth at the sudden and rather direct question.

Clearing my throat I looked up at Ashley and responded, "I don't hate anyone. I'm just not use to really conversating with a ton of folks I guess." "Did you not have a lot of friends back at your last school?" She pondered. I shook my head, "I was friends with a girl during middle school and I was friends with a guy named Fletcher when I started high school." I paused adverting my gaze to somewhere off in the distance of the lunchroom. "I'm not trying to come off as standoffish I'm just not really an interesting person to chat with I guess." I shrugged. "You're fine Kat. We're just trying to make sure we're not pushing you into something you don't want to be into." Sal piped in. "And you're not coming off as standoffish, you just seem shy." Larry joined in as well. "Well maybe a little bit standoffish." Todd spoke earning a look from the other people at the table. I didn't take offense to his direct answer, in fact I appreciated him being honest rather than beating around the bush.

"You guys aren't bothering me. I'm just not used to all the attention." I reassured. "Well feel free to tell us about yourself. We don't know much about you other than your mom working as nurse." Ash stated. "What you want me to tell about my zodiac sign and shit?" I snorted taking a sip from my water bottle. A few people at the table laughed and Todd offered me his apple that he wasn't going to eat. I shook my head, "Ah I can't eat that." "What you don't like apples?" Larry asked. I shook my head before smiling big and revealing the metal brackets that adorned my teeth. "Aww you have braces!" Ashley squealed out. "Is that why you don't eat the lunch here?" Sal asked. "No I don't eat the food here cause it looks like shit." I muttered turning and looking at the lunch lady, Kim. The table laughed and Todd spoke up, "Fair point. These lunches are becoming more questionable as the days go by."

"As far as about me there's not much to say, I live in a trailer with my mom and her husband." "Oh so you have a stepdad?" Ash asked. I shrugged my shoulders, "By law I guess. I don't ever refer to him as that though. I mainly just call him David or avoid him at all costs." "You don't like him?" Maple asked next. "Nope. Dude's a major ass, and every time we talk to one another it always ends in some form of argument." I responded finishing my sandwich and wiping my hands on my napkin. "Where's your biological dad?" Chug asked next, taking a bite out of his food. Should've figured that question would come up. Unfortunately it wasn't a pleasant story to tell, my father had died in a car wreck when I was six. My eyebrows furrowed and I muttered out, "He's dead."

Silence overcame the table and to lighten the mood I continued on with some more answers to the 'about me' spill we were doing. "Anywho David's a truck driver so I don't see him much. My birthdays August 20, which makes me a Leo." I said placing my chin on my propped up hand. "Hey that's a couple of days after mine! Nice dude!" Larry grinned excitedly. I smiled back at him before continuing, "As far as my hobbies go I'm pretty boring. I mainly just sit around playing video games or drawing. I like to read books and I'll watch just about anything on the television, but I'm mainly interested in horror movies." "Oh great here we go." Ash mumbled rubbing her temple.

"You like ghost stories?" Larry, Sal, and Todd yelled in unison, startling me and causing Kim to shush our table. I nodded my head not understanding their sudden interests in my words, "Are you guy obsessed with ghosts or something?" The three boys nodded their heads while Ashley shook her head. I turned and looked at Maple and Chug and the latter began profusely shaking his head, "I do not like ghosts! They're too scary, so I try to avoid them at all cost!" "Wait have y'all been in contact with ghosts before?" Earning a quick amounts of affirmations across the table even from Chug. "I've never seen it before so I don't know what they're talking about." Ash stated waving her hand back and forth. A laugh escaped my mouth and I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth muffling the laughs. "Seriously? Is this some sort of prank on the new girl or something? Ghosts aren't real!" "No seriously dude! I didn't believe it until I saw it myself!" Larry spoke up.

A few more laughs escaped my throat at his words, but were cut short due to the feeling of a cold liquid being dumped on my head. Water flooding down my hair and onto my jacket, plummeting to the ground beneath me. A sequence of gasps escaped from the members of the table and I followed their gaze to the source behind me. Fucking Travis had just dumped his water on my head. "Oops sorry scaredy Kat! I guess my water dumped off my tray!" Travis sneered, grinning at me. I stared at the guy for a while before abruptly turning around and directing my attention back to the table. I grabbed a couple of nearby napkins on the table and began wiping my face dry. "So as I was saying." I spoke gathering everyone else's attention back to myself. "Um hello?" Travis spoke up behind me tapping my shoulder. I brushed off the feeling and simply went back to talking about various horror movies I had watched and which ones I really enjoyed. This seemed to piss Travis off even more cause I heard him mumble some incoherent words before walking out the door.

"Are you alright?" Ash asked rushing around the table. I swung my legs off the bench and stood up, and unzipped my jacket and proceeded with taking it off. "It's just water this time so I'll be alright." I used my jacket as a towel and dried my hair off the best I could. Thankfully my hair and jacket had absorbed most of the water and what amount that did land on my jeans couldn't be seen due to them being black. I flipped my hair back out of my face, "Look good?" I asked Ash. She eyed me up and down before nodding her head and I turned to grab the remaining napkins on the table to wipe the floor off. "Oh nice you listen to them too?" Larry asked looking at my shirt. I looked down at the band T-shirt I decided to wear this morning, forgetting exactly which on I had thrown on. "Oh yeah. Mom got me this for my birthday last year as well as their latest CD." My bangs fell into their usual space with a strand resting slightly over my left eye. "Oh I've got something to help with that!" Ash said fumbling around in her pockets before pulling out a bobby pin. "It's fine you don't have to-" I waved but she ignored my words and preceded with securing the pin in my bangs pushing them out of my eyes. "There now we can see your pretty face!" Ash turned me around to show the guys and Maple at the table, "How does she look boys?"

I felt my cheeks burn at idea of everyone staring at me and tried my best not to make eye contact. Todd gave me a thumbs up while Larry commented on nice it was actually seeing my full face for once. "You look great! I mean it looks great! I mean it's great! It uh.. it suits you!" Sal rambled out causing some chuckles from the rest of us. "Thanks Sal." I smiled back him causing him to shift his gaze elsewhere. Guess he was as awkward as I was. The bell rang indicating lunch was over and to make our way to our next class. I followed the group to our lockers to grab our designated books for the upcoming class.

I fumbled with picking my lock silently cursing under my breath at my inability to unlock my locker with such ease as the others did. "Here Kat, lemme show you how to do it again." Larry muttered bending down next to me and removing the paper clip from my hand and demonstrating yet again how to use it. "No matter many times you show me I'm not going to get it." I shook my head giving Larry a face. Ash let out a chuckle from behind Larry and I realized she was laughing at the face I was making. "Fix your face Kitty" my mother's voice rang in my head, and I quickly changed my facial expression to a more relaxed one. The locker door popped open and Larry handed me my paper clip back and I slipped in into my jeans pocket before reaching for my designated book.

"You still haven't decorated your locker yet?" Ash asked tilting her head in confusion. "Yeah dude, you need to spice up your locker so it matches your personality at least." Larry mentioned before standing back up. "Well my locker is as boring as my personality is, so I think it's fine the way it is." I responded standing up and kicking the door close before headed in the direction of class, Todd following. "Bye guys!" I waved over my shoulder. "Hey wait for me!" Larry yelled to me, waving to his friends, and running down the hallway to catch up with me and Todd. "You seriously not gonna decorate your locker?" Larry asked finally catching up to us. I shrugged my shoulders, "I dunno. I'll have to look to see what I have at home." Personally I didn't understand the importance of decorating my locker, but if it made the group happy I'd decorate it for them. We parted ways with Todd and headed into our class, english literature.

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Thankfully school was over but now a new problem arose, I was taking the bus home. I waited with the other fellow bus riders outside on the sidewalk wishing the buses would hurry up and arrive. I felt a heavy weight press down on the top of my head and glanced back to see Larry resting his forearm on top of my head, "What are you doing waiting on the bus? I thought your mom picked you up." I glanced past him to see Todd and Sal standing behind him, both giving me puzzling looks as well. "Due to some unforeseen circumstances I have to take the bus to and from school. And you, I'm not an armrest so get your arm off of me." I stated while pushing Larry's arm off from the top of my head. He snickered, "Sorry you're just so short I can't help it." I gritted my teeth and cocked my eye up at him, which earned a slight chuckle from Sal. "You make some pretty funny faces you know that right?" My cheeks lit up in embarrassment and I tore my gaze from the boys, "Oh trust me I know. My mom makes sure to correct me anytime she sees it."

"So what are these 'unforeseen circumstances'?" Todd asked. I sighed stretching my arms above my head and letting a yawn escape my mouth, "Mom got a new shift at the hospital so she can't take me." "Which bus are you?" I pulled out the piece of paper I received from my mom this morning which had the bus number written on it and handed it to Todd. Larry and Sal peered over Todd's shoulder to get a look at the paper before Larry spoke up, "Well would you look at that? You take the same bus as us!" I felt a sense of relief at knowing I'd at least know a few people on the bus. It was a feeling I'd yet to experience since moving in this godforsaken town, and it worried me that I was actually becoming comfortable around people.

Soon enough the buses pulled around and everyone loaded onto their designated bus. Upon entering the bus I handed the driver my note with my address and explained this was my first time riding the bus. He looked over the piece of paper before handing in back muttering, "You'll get off at the Addison apartments kid." "Wait but that's like a 10 minute walk from my house." I stared at him dumbfounded. "Look kid nobody else lives down that road and I'm not making a special stop just for you. Now get moving you're holding up the line!" The insensitivity of the driver pissed me off and I proceeded walking down the aisle of the bus, mentally giving him the finger. Fucking prick. A couple of steps down the aisle I tripped over something and I fell forward. Thankfully Larry had turned around at my small altercation with driver and saw me stumbling and caught me, me smashing rather ungracefully into his chest. "Travis can you give the poor girl a break already?" Sal's voice echoed from the back of the bus. What a surprise I would end up on the same bus as that guy? I swear I was the embodiment of bad luck.

Larry waited for me to regain my balance before scooting by me, and grabbing Travis up by his fuchsia colored collar. "Listen here prick, there's going to be a lot of problems if you don't leave her the fuck alone." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Hey what's the hold up back there? Get your butts in a seat!" The driver called back to us. I grabbed Larry's hand and practically had to rip Travis's shirt from his grasp and ushered him to the back of the bus so we could get to our seats muttering, "Just leave it. He's not worth it." It was a sweet gesture, but he didn't need to get wrapped up in anything that involved the guy. I figured if I ignored the guy long enough, he'd lose interest and move on to his next victim. Upon reaching the back of the bus, Todd scooted over and patted the seat indicating for me to sit with him while Larry slid in beside Sal, a seat behind us. I plopped down on the very uncomfortable seat and propped my knees up on the back of the seat in front of us, mentally thanking the fact there wasn't someone directly in front of us.

"Listen if you ever want me to do something about that guy just lemme know." Larry stated behind me still glaring at the blonde that was sitting towards the front of the bus. I laughed at the threat, pulling out my gear boy from satchel bag. It had become my newest distraction to bring to school since my previous ones were destroyed at the hands of Travis. "He'll get bored of me eventually. Trust me I've had bullies like him before and they always get bored in the long run." "But still Kat you can't just ignore things like that. Especially if it's causing harm to you." Larry spoke again leaning over the seat to watch me play. I leaned my head back glancing up at the guy, "I'm fine Larry." He blinked his eyes a bit before smiling at me. "What?" I didn't understand why he was suddenly grinning at me with that stupid expression on his face. "I'm a little bit surprised you actually know my name. I don't think I've ever heard you say any of our names before." He replied.

"Why would I not remember the names of the people who have been consistently bugging me for the last week?" I muttered before turning my attention back to my device. I glanced to my left to see Todd with his nose in a book. By the look on his face he seemed to be enthralled in the words written inside. "Whatcha reading?" I asked returning my eyes to my lap. "It's about physics. The world is truly an interesting place." Todd responded not looking up from the pages. Oh he's a mega nerd. "I take that as a compliment." He muttered. A horrified expression crossed my face as I realized I had just said that out loud. "Shit Todd I promise I didn't mean it in a bad way! I wished my brain worked well enough to comprehend that stuff." I apologized profusely hearing laughing above me. I glared up at Larry's lopsided grin before turning back to Todd and apologizing again. "Don't worry about Kat. Trust me I don't take offense to that in the slightest."

The bus creaked to a stop at Phelps Ministry and Travis got out of his seat and exited the bus, making the long walk up the hill to the church. "Oh so he's a church boy?" I muttered under my breath. "Ironic isn't it?" Larry chuckled behind me. "His father is the minister of that church. He always gets dropped off there." Sal piped in. Thankfully we were the next stop. We all made our ways down the narrow aisle and exited off the bus, backpacks and bags in tow. The apartments gave me the creeps if I was being 100% honest and I got a bad feeling about the place just looking at it and we were still on the sidewalk. I didn't even want to imagine how I'd feel by walking into the building. I muttered a quick goodbye before turning to walk down the side walk to my house only to be grabbed by the strap on my satchel bag. Quickly regaining my balance I turned around giving a very confused look to Larry. "What? Am I not allowed to go home or something." "No that's not it. It's just you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself." Larry responded. I snorted, "What are you guys gonna walk me home or something?" Larry simply nodded before walking down in the direction of my house with Todd and Sal trotting behind. I shouldn't have asked.

I jogged up to catch up with them stopping in front of Larry. "Look this is a nice gesture and all, but I assure you I'm fine walking by myself. Seriously it's only a 10 minute walk." "There's been a lot of kids going missing lately, so it's better to be safe than sorry." Todd spoke continuing past me. "Look we'll even walk down to your house to pick you up in the morning." Sal smiled at me. That was the exact opposite of what I wanted, but I knew there was no point in arguing with them any further. I sighed loudly before putting some pep in my step to lead the group to my house.

10 minutes later we finally turned down my street and I could see the blue trailer sitting in all its glory with a chain length fence wrapped around it. "Okay my house is literally right there so y'all can head back down." I waved behind me to shoo the three boys away. Larry wrapped his arm around my shoulder and grinned, "Ahh come on Kat! We walked you all the way home so the least you could do is show us around your place!" "You're really pushy you know that right?" I pouted sticking my lips out. Larry chuckled and soon you could see the mailbox with 'GORDON & WILLIAMSON ' in big black letter written on the box indicating exactly which house was mine. Although mom was Williamson instead of Gordon, she wanted me to fill included when decorating the mailbox. Larry practically began dragging me in excitement to explore what lied await in my house. "Alright! You guys can come in but you're only staying for like 15 minutes top and then you gotta go." I pointed at them unlatching the fence behind me before walking through.

Our front yard was lightly decorated with various lawn decorations and the garden bed that lied around the house was filled with hydrangeas and other various flower beds. A gravel driveway sat to the left of the house with a car port resting on top of it. I stepped up the stairs and pulled the screen door open, fumbling with my bag to find my keys in the process. "Is there anyone else here?" Sal asked staring at the empty driveway. I shook my head no before finding the key and unlocking the door, walking in. I threw my bag on the couch and set my keys on the counter heading to the fridge to grab a water.

Our house wasn't very special, a simple floor plan of three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Walking into the house there was a living-room to the right and kitchen on the left with a countertop bar that separated the two. A hall past the living-room led you down to the rooms. My room being at the end of the hall on the right with a bathroom adjacent and my mom's room being at the other end with a master bath attached to the room. The third bedroom laid directly in the middle of the hall, but mom used it as her office. The living-room consisted of two couches one on each wall, and a big screen TV sat against the wall in between them. A stereo system sat to the right of the tv with a variety of cds, vinyls, and cassette sitting in the cabinet below. Various pictures adorned the wall and side tables: mainly of me and my mom but a couple of David and her at their wedding.

The boys quietly roamed the living-room taking in their surroundings as I drank from my bottle. "If you guys are hungry there's snacks and stuff in the pantry." I pointed at door just past the fridge before sitting down at the dining room table, which lied against the same wall that separated the rooms from the hallway. Larry was the first to make his way to the pantry, eyeing which snack to pick while Sal joined me at the table. Todd muttered a quick refusal before turning his attention the various game systems that rested in front of the tv. "There's some pudding and apple sauce cups in the pantry as well." I said to Sal. He titled his head at me confused by the very specific food choices. I tapped my face, "Something easy to eat with your prosthetic on." "Oh. I'm good Kat! Thanks for being considerate!" He said shaking his head. Larry came and joined us at the table after securing whatever snack he decided on. The house was quiet other than the crunching that came when Larry took a bite out of his chips.

"Kat are you typically home by yourself like this?" Todd asked from the living-room. "Yeah. Mom typically was home for about a hour or two before leaving for work after I got home from school, but with her new schedule she's gone before I even get here." "Dude. That's not good to be here all alone for hours like that." Larry spoke eating another chip. "What do you want me to do about it? Cry and beg my mom to change her shift?" I muttered pulling my knees to my chest. "You could always come and hang out with us at the apartments for a while after school." Sal mentioned earning a nod of approval from Larry who finished his last chip and was dusting his hands off on his pants.

"Yo, where's your bathroom at?" Larry asked, getting up from his seat and throwing his trash away. "Down the hall on the left." I replied, pointing down the hallway. He peered his head down the hallway, "What's the room on the far end?" "My bedroom." I answered. He grinned at me before strolling down the hallway with his hands in his pockets giving away his intention. I jumped out of my chair, tripping over my legs before landing haphazardly on the floor. I cussed scrambling to my feet and running to my bedroom yelling Larry's name. Much to my dismay, Larry was already in my room looking at the various posters that hung on my wall. I grabbed Larry's shirt and began trying to pull him out of my room, but the guy was planted firm on the ground and wasn't budging. "Larry!" Sal spoke up from the doorway. "What? It's just a bedroom! I just was curious if your bedroom was as boring as your locker." Larry chuckled glancing at me. My cheeks burned in embarrassment and uneasiness at people looking in my room.

My room consisted of a twin size bed lying adjacent to the door. Across from the door was my desk which was littered with various sketchbooks, books, and art supplies. To the left of the desk was my 6 drawer dresser that had nail polish, hair ties, hair brush, deodorant and body spray resting on top. Two sets of windows laid on the wall with the dresser completely covering one. A box tv sat in the corner of my room, diagonal of my bed with a stereo system sitting to the left and various cds laying in front of it. A blue beanbag sat in front of the tv with a game system in between. Multiple posters were plastered on each wall, some being from movies, bands, and others being cool photos I pulled from magazines. I also had a bulletin board left of my desk which was littered with doodles from class and various pictures with family.

"You've got a pretty kick ass room Kat." Larry flashed me a lopsided grin before turning his attention to the various sketches on my desk. "Damn and you're good at drawing." Todd joined Larry at my desk eyeing my various collections of books critiquing on the ones he's already read. The house phone began to ring from the living room and I begrudgingly left the 3 boys to explore my room while I answered it. "Johnson and Gordon residence, this is Kat speaking." I said into the phone. My mother's warm voice rang out from the other end, "Hi Kitty! I was just calling to check on you! Make sure you got home alright!" "Yeah I got home about 10 minutes ago." I answered. I heard chattering still coming from bedroom and figured the boys had found something that caught their interest for the time being. "You just gonna work on homework and stuff?" Mom asked. "Oh yeah I'll work on that, and then probably go hang out at the park or something for a little bit." The park was two blocks away from my house, and I found refuge there a lot of the times since moving here. It wasn't terrible busy after school and I enjoyed sitting on the swings or the roundabout while enjoying the weather. "Okay Kitty, but please be careful and don't talk to anyone you don't know!" I nodded my head, "Yes mom I know!" The chattering from the bedroom got louder before a quick shush silenced them again. Guess they realized they were being loud. "Call me when you get home! You'll probably get sent to the front desk, but just ask for me and I'll come right away!" "Okay okay mom! I'll see you later." That was a lie since she'd be asleep by time I got up in the morning, but she knew what I meant. "I love you." She spoke and I felt my heart clench. I really hated not seeing her after I got home from school. "I love you too." I muttered before setting the phone back on the hook.

I walked back to my room and found the three boys huddled around my desk entranced by something they found. None of them noticed my presence and I crept up behind them peering over Sal's shoulder to find out what they were staring out. Lying flat across the desk was my sketchbook that consisted of the various people from my dreams and it was turned to the page of the little girl with purple hair. By this point Sal had felt me leaning over his shoulder and jumped slightly at our close proximity. He snatched the book from my desk and faced the drawing to me, "Do you know who this is?" I stared at him confused and the other two boys beside him stared at me with their mouths agape. I pondered my mind for a long time trying to remember her name before I heard the mother's voice ring out in my head. "Megan" Sal and I said in unison. My blood ran cold at hearing the girls name escape from between his lips. There was no name on the sketchbook. How could he know of the girl? She's been dead for a long time at this point.

"How do you know Megan?" Todd asked eyes piercing into mine. How could I even answer that? Oh yeah I have these dreams where I'm inhabiting the body of a dead person and I occasionally draw their loved ones. They were going to think I'm crazy. I cleared my throat adverting my gaze and scratched the back of my head. "I'd love to answer that but you guys will think I'm crazy." I muttered. "I assure you we won't Kat." Sal answered back. I sighed and took a seat on my bed, springs squeaking under my weight. I began to explain the dreams I experienced almost every night and how every person I inhabit dies. By the end of my explanation the three boys stared at me, mouths agape taking in my words. "See I told you." I stated motioning at their shocked faces. "No Kat it's not that we think you're crazy. We believe you, but it's shocking that you're experiencing that." Larry stated running his hand through his hair. "Do you know how she dies?" Sal asked pointing at my drawing. I shrugged, "I dunno. Haven't had the pleasure of experiencing it yet." Sal walked to me and grabbed my hand, pulling slightly. "Come on we need to get you to the apartments." I choked on my spit before yanking my arm away, "You want me to what now?" "You need to come see for yourself." Larry spoke up before grabbing me by my wrist again. "Those ghosts reside at Addison apartments." Todd's voice rang up over mine and Larry's arguing.

"What?" I squeaked. There was no way in hell that this was true. Larry wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me off the ground carrying me into the living-room. "Hey wait a second!" I yelled thrashing out. "Sorry Kat but we really need you to see this." Sal stated sympathetically. "Okay I'll go! Put me down Larry!" I yelled out causing the room to go silent. Larry let go of his grip around my waist and I step out of his reach. "I swear if I go to those apartments and don't see anything I'm not talking to you guys again!" I pointed at them. They all nodded their heads in agreement.

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We had arrived at the apartments and walked along the cement sidewalk leading us to the building. My stomach was doing back flips at the idea of going into the apartments, but I did my best to push the feeling down and steady my breathing. There was something off about this place and I couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was the fact the building had been around for years and its exterior was in rough shape? Maybe it was the fact I saw the figure of Rose sitting in the window a few days prior? I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew a bad place when I saw one. We entered through the front door and the boys went their separate ways to put away their backpacks and grab their 'equipment'. I had followed Larry down to the basement and mentally cursed myself for allowing these boys to drag me here like this. Larry went into his apartment to throw his bag down while I waited in the hall by the vending machine.

Larry exited his apartment a few minutes later and we made our way back to the dreaded elevator. I gripped the handle bar tightly, knuckles turning white as a result. Larry chuckled at me, "Not a fan of elevators." I shook my head profusely, "absolutely not" We reached floor 5 and the elevator doors slid open. The hallway was littered with broken boards and signs plastered on the sides of the elevator doors that read 'NOTICE: This floor is currently being renovated. For your safety please make your way to the nearest exit'. The wallpaper in the hallway was torn in multiple spots as well as decaying drywall which also littered the walls. "This entire floor is giving me the creeps." I whispered following Larry down the hall. "Trust me you haven't seen anything yet." He muttered and turned the handle to Room 504 and pushed the door open. A rancid smell hit my nose, and I inwardly gagged trying my best to not vomit.

Todd and Sal sat inside the room, Sal holding a decked out gear boy in his hand. "What is that?" I pointed at the device in his hands. "The super gear boy. Originally was a gear boy that I made slight alterations to make it easier to detect supernatural hotspots." Todd spoke up. I simply nodded my head in response. Todd was a pretty cool guy and very smart. He'd sometimes bring various gadgets and tinker with them during lunch and tell us all about it. "So where's this ghost at anyhow?" I asked crossing my arms. Sal simply walked to the bathroom door and motioned for me to follow him. "Ew the bathroom? You want all four of us to cram into that tiny room?" I muttered staring back at him. Larry pushed me forward to the bathroom, heels dragging across the worn down carpet. "Will you stop pushing me?" I yelled turning around and slapping his arms lightly. "Stop being a chicken and go." Larry chuckled.

I huffed loudly before stepping into the dingy bathroom muttering under my breath. No surprise the bathroom was filthy considering the floor had been abandoned for a couple of years at this point. Larry had mentioned the owner of the building couldn't afford the renovations the floor needed, so the rooms sat untouched. The other two boys shuffled in behind me and soon enough Sal pressed some buttons on the super gear boy speaking out into the room, "Megan are you there? I want to introduce you to someone." Silence fell across the room in anticipation for the ghost to show. We waited for several minutes before I spoke up shaking my head "See I knew it. Bunch of liars." I turned to open the door and Larry slammed his hand on the door shutting it back. I opened my mouth to object to his actions, but was interrupted by a screech. I turned back to the tub to see the figure of a little girl form: starting with bones, then muscle and finally skin. It was Megan.

My breath was caught in my throat and I muttered, "What the f-" before clamping my hand over my mouth. My shaking hand found its way grasping on to the nearest thing which happened to be Larry's shirt. "Hi Sally face! How are you today?" Megan spoke, her voice high pitched and eerie. Sal chuckled before answering her, "I'm good Megan! I called you because I wanted to introduce you to someone." He motioned his hand, indicating for me to come forward. Larry gave me a gentle nudge pushing me forward to the spirit in front of us. The girl turned her attention to me, head slightly tilted and transparent eyes piercing through my soul sending shivers down my spin. "Um hi, I'm Katherine, but most people call me Kat. Nice to meet you Megan." I practically whispered. "Hi Kitty." She said, her lips curling into a loose grin. "Is this your first time meeting a ghost?" She spoke tilting her head. I nodded and chuckled, "Yes I haven't had the pleasure of meeting a ghost yet. This is a little surprising to me." "Are you scared of me?" She asked next. I hesitated with my answer trying my best to not hurt her feelings with my next choice of words. I awkwardly laughed before shaking my head, "I was a little taken aback at first, but after hearing you talk to Sal I relaxed a bit! I hope I didn't upset you." She shook her head and began talking with Sal again.

There was a gold necklace hanging from the towel rack, the cross dangling ever so slightly in the air. Realization hit me that this was in fact the girl from my dreams and the events that took place were actually true. My breath was caught in my throat and I was desperately trying to stay calm and not freak out. Any normal person would be losing it at this point so I figured I was doing a good job at remaining calm. "My mother gave me that necklace before I died." Megan's soft voice rang out. "A good luck charm." I whispered not taking my eyes of cross. The necklace was practically begging for me to touch it and I suppressed my urges to do so for as long as I could. My hand reached forward and I grasped the charm in between my fingers, enjoying the cold sensation from the metal. A piercing feeling shot through my head and spread throughout my entire body and I winced withdrawing my hand from the charm. I gripped my head in between my heads hearing the piercing scream of Megan to my left as she disappeared in the abyss. My vision became blurry and had the sensation of falling backwards before I blacked out entirely.

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