#prompt 14 is gonna be a fucking pain in my ass to color

[internal-bleating]

Yes I know it's kind of hard to see. No I don't care. I don't feel like changing the background color for this ONE prompt. Which I had no fuckin clue wtf to draw mind you

Prompt 15 is also finished but it would bug the fuck out of me if I posted it out of order. Prompts 13 and 14 are in the sketch stage so I just gotta squeeze in working on them with tommorow's prompt :) and THEN I can post them all at once. Maybe...

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

I think I mentioned a few months back a video I watched that ranked all the mcu iron man suits. Well, I was just irate. They put the IW armor way too low when it is by far one of the most fuckable.

So now, I’m making my own rating and ranking based on how sexy the Iron Man suits are. This will not take into account any “““practical concerns””” because that’s not how we fuck in this house. Not ranking on powers unless they make the suit sexier. Also won’t be counting most of the Iron Legion suits from IM3 because that’s too many and we don’t see all of their asses. Also won’t count War Machine or Rescue armors, or the second Hulkbuster since it was only used by Bruce.

Mark I from Iron Man- Not without a certain appeal I suppose, and it did save our boy, but I can’t help but feel the rust would be ... uncomfortable. Would I fuck: no

Mark II from Iron Man and Iron Man 2 - Too silver. Plain. For some reason, my eyes keep going to the feet, and I don’t like it. Would I fuck: no

Mark III from Iron Man - Now we’re cooking with fire. Marl III is where the suits started getting sexy, as you can obviously tell. The shoulders are a bit off-putting, but much less noticeable in action. Would I fuck: yes

Mark IV from Iron Man 2 - I’m not IN LOVE with this one. Aesthetically, I think it’s a step down from its predecessor III and I don’t love what’s happening with the stomach. Also the ... you know what, I won’t say it. Would I fuck: ... maybe

Mark V from Iron Man 2 - I normally don’t go for the predominantly-silver suits, I’m more of a gold gal (what can I say, I have expensive tastes). But the suit armor is hot as hell. I love the suit-up scenes, arguably one of Tony’s best, and the plating is really hot. Also, when he curls his fingers before looking up at Vanko, they kind of look like claws, and ... well, I’m weak. Would I fuck: yes

Mark VI from Iron Man 2 - An elaboration on Mark 4, this one switched to the triangle-shaped reactor, which I was not a fan of. Still not in love with the stomach plating, either. Would I fuck: maybe

Mark VII from The Avengers - Nothing particularly special about this one on its own that sets it apart from the others, but the way it forms around Tony as he’s free-falling through the sky? *chefs kiss* Nice. Would I fuck: yes

Mark XLII from Iron Man 3 - The next one that wasn’t an Iron Legion suit ... and it kind of disappoints. Too much gold, and I don’t like the whole ... ribbed stomach thing. You’re not an armadillo, Tony. Would I fuck: maybe, if I was REALLY feeling slutty

Mark XLIII from Avengers: Age of Ultron - Honestly? Kind of an underrated suit. Probably because of the shitty movie it’s in. It has the stomach thing, but in terms of color and smoothness, this is pretty nice. Would I fuck: yes

Mark XLIV from Avengers: Age of Ultron - aka the Hulkbuster. ... I know what you’re all thinking. I’d give it a go. Would I fuck: damn I’ll try

Mark XLV from Avengers: Age of Ultron - Another underrated gem from Age of Ultron! It’s very sleek, which I like, and nothing stands out to me that’s bad/odd in terms of design. Overall, pretty hot! Would I fuck: yes

Mark XLVI from Captain America: Civil War - This movie is painful, but I would happily be in plenty of pain after a round with this suit, glory hallelujah! The ony complaint is that it’s a bit bulkier than I like, and the color is kind of ... purplish? But it’s so smooth when it walks ... Would I fuck: yes

Mark XLVII from Homecoming - I don’t fuck with the silver, not gonna lie. If I’m gonna get fucked by an Iron Man suit, I want a proper red-gold-silver ratio, which is like 65% red 30% gold and maybe 5% silver. Ish. Would I fuck: maybe

Mark L from Infinity War - This is what prompted my original response. This was way too low on the video I watched. This armor isn’t just sexy, this armor fucks. The nanotech it’s made with means it maybe could fuck??? And honestly, let the Mark L fuck. Let the Mark L fuck me. Would I fuck: YES

Mark LXXXV from Avengers: Endgame - This is bulkier than the L, which I normally don’t go for, but I kind of like it here??? It looks all  ... muscley. Not quite as extravagant as the previous tho, which is still my fave, although I like the colors better here. Would I fuck: yes

And now, to rank them, less-great to wanna see how fast I can get my bra off:

15. & 14. Mark I and Mark II (tied)

13. Mark VI (IM2 & Avengers) 

12. Mark VI (IM2)

11. Mark XLVII (Homecoming)

10. Mark XLII (IM3)

9. Mark VII (Avengers)

8. Mark XLIV / the Hulkbuster (AoU)

7. Mark III (IM)

6. Mark XLIII (AoU)

5. Mark XLVI (CA:CW)

4. Mark V (IM2)

3. Mark XLV (AoU)

2. Mark LXXXV (Endgame)

1. Mark L (IW)

[hp-imagines-07]

I can't believe I did it again

Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Universe: Harry Potter; Marauders era

Type: fluffy, sad and angst

Summary: [y/n] is in love with Sirius and just her best friend, Remus, knows. Until, the day that they saw Sirius kissing another girl...

Request: YES|no - "Hi! Can i have an imagine with sirius black with 14,22,43,36? Thanks bb" @kerouacbridge

Prompts: 

14- "Why are you awake ?" "I could ask you the same." 

22- "It's nothing, I swear." "Yeah. sure, you're just bleeding to death." 

36- "It's cold here..." "Come here, I'll keep you warm." 

43- "SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!"

Warnings: swearing

Song: xxx

Word Count: 1.8K

Posted: 22nd of April 2020

A/N: that's my first time doing a request with prompts, i really hope you like it - and [y/h] means 'your house' 

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MY MASTERLIST

Sirius Black...

Well he's a hell of a guy.

The one that all the girls want, the only bad boy at Hogwarts that is really worthy and the best friend of my best friend.

My best friend is Remus Lupin, one of the Marauders, just as Sirius Black, the boy I fell over heals for.

It's not easy being around him so frequently and try to hide my feelings, but looks like I'm not good at this hole thing of hiding feelings.

Moony already knows that, right now and it's been getting harder, because he keeps saying that I should tell for Sirius about my real feelings.

But I always say that I can't, 'cause he's never going to like me back, that's obvious.

But Remus just saw that, when me, James and him saw Black almost fucking a girl in the middle of a corridor.

I could fell the hot tears starting to come, but I couldn't let anyone else know about my secret love for Sirius, so I tried my best to hold my tears back and gave an excuse to the boys, running to my dorm, where I could cry until I didn't had any more tears.

That was the plain, until Lily, Marlene and Alice saw me running, and there wasn't a worse moment to let one single tear to fall.

So they stoped me and, as the girls asked what was wrong and started walking with me to the common room, everything that I did to hold back my tears was totally on the past.

The first tear came and, before I even knew, we were at their dorm, me crying my ass off and the girls trying to understand what I was saying.

"Wait, so you are telling us that you are in love with Sirius and you found him almost fucking a girl at a corridor?" Marlene asked, finally understanding what I was trying to say for the past 20 minutes.

"Oh merlin..." Alice said and hugged me.

Lily sat at the other side of me and dried the tears from my cheeks with her thumbs.

"Girls, did you saw----" Remus said opening the door and seeing us four at Lily's bed, the girls hugging me and my face all red.

He came to us, toke Marlene out of his way and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my best friend's embrace.

He hugged me tight and my sobs come back.

He knew the reason that I was like that, and that's what broke his heart with mine.

Both of us knew that he couldn't do anything to change Sirius feelings about me.

Neither I could.

When I calmed down, I took a bath at the girls dorm and waited until there wasn't anyone - that would stop me and ask why I was crying earlier - at the common room so I could go to my dorm.

The girls were already sleeping when I went downstairs, seeing the Gryffindor common room without a single person.

Thank god.

I sat at the couch in front of the fireplace and tried to organize myself before I would go to my common room.

I know that will be a few people there, probably talking about the match against Gryffindor, they probably are players of the team and, for my lucky, they would be a few of my friends.

Yeah, I'm a lucky girl.

But then, all my thoughts stoped as I heard the last voice that I was expecting and the last that i wanted to hear right now.

"Why are you awake?" Sirius asked to me, coming to where I was.

"I could ask you the same." I had to answer it, I didn't wanted to actually tell him the reason.

"You caught me..." He chucked and sat next to me at the couch, while I kept looking at the fire without a single expression, so he couldn't try to read what I was feeling.

We both sat in silence. 

That wasn't weird, after a moment I could just hear his breath.

*Flashback - Sirius' POV*

I got to my dorm and saw just James and Peter, where is Moony ?

"If you are asking yourself where Moony is..." Wormtail said and caught my attention. Did he just read my mind????? "He heard that [y/n] was crying and went to the girls dorm, because she's probably there." 

"But why was she crying?" I asked and sat beside Prongs at his bed. 

"We don't know..." He answered me, but it was obvious that James was lying. He knew why [y/n] was crying but he didn't wanted to tell me.

Even before I could open my mouth and complain about my brother lying to me, Remus opened the door and everyone looked at him.

"Bro, you're good?" I asked and he looked at me, then I saw his wet shirt - probably by [y/n] tears - and his angry face at me.

Maybe I should run... 

"YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Moony screamed and pointed at me, coming in my direction.

Ok, I'm a dead man.

James and Peter held him to come any more closer to me, while I got out of the bed I was sat.

"Woah, I know that my mom is a bitch but, what did I did?" I asked confused.

"YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID?" He asked/screamed and I was still confused about the situation. "SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!"

*Back to common room - [y/n]'s POV*

I think that already passed 20 minutes, maybe?

That moment I thought that I wouldn't die if I just gave a little look at him, and before I could stop myself I was looking at Sirius.

But he was already looking at me, and I kinda got scared so I just looked away, my cheeks becoming the same color as my eyes were.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you that..." The boy beside me says and caught my attention. "But I think that you should know that, that the girl you saw with me, she was just a distraction. I was trying to forget you..." 

Wait... What is he talking about?

"Look, I know that it might sound kinda crazy, but I've been in love with you since last year." 

W H A T     T H E     F U C K ?????????????

"You should stop screaming, someone would think that I'm killing you!" 

Did I just said that out loud? 

"Yeah, you did." 

Sirius started laughing at my scared face but then stoped when he felt my breath hitting his face.

"When did we get so close?" I whispered, with our noses touching and my lips too closer to his.

"I don't know, but I'm liking it." He smirked at me and I just couldn't control myself anymore.

I pressed my lips against his and he took like 3 seconds to hold my waist and try to bring me the closest we could.

A few seconds after, he tried to deepen the kiss but I pulled away, still trying to process everything that happened on the last minutes.

"Just let me understand what happened." Sirius started and hugged my waist with both of his arms. "Does that kiss means that you fell the same about me or..." 

"Are you actually asking me this? Like, a few hours ago I was crying because I saw you kissing a girl that wasn't me. You know the answer." I said and he smiled, with his perfect teeth.

"Thank you." 

I can't believe I just did it again... 

"Don't worry, I wont tell anyone that you think about something but you accidentally say it out loud." I smiled as an answer to him. "Will be our little secret." 

The next day...

I was at the match, cheering for the team that made the points.

I wasn't really hopping that an exclusive team to won.

One of them is my own house and the other one is the house from my best friends.

I'm gonna win at both ways.

But I just stop caring about the team that would win when I saw, actually pretty close, one of the players from [y/h] pass next to Sirius, but I couldn't see what happened, all I saw was blood coming out of Black's body.

I ran down the stand to the pitch, founding Prongs helping Padfoot to get out of his broom. I went to where they were and helped Sirius too.

"Guys, chill." Black said to us, while me and James grabbed his arms around our shoulders and helped him to get out of the pitch. "It's nothing, I swear."

"Yeah, sure, you're just bleeding to death!" I answered him and he tried to laugh, but the pain stopped him.

I don't know if the game stoped or if they went on without Potter and Black, all I cared was about was Sirius.

We took him to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey took care of him.

James and Remus were talking - more arguing - about who would stay with him at night, while I looked at Sirius sleepy face.

He's so cute sleeping. 

"[y/n/n]." The boys called me together and I went to the bed they were talking, looking at them.

"You said you could stay with him, right ?" James asked and I nodded, remembering the moment they first started talking about it.

"So, the problem is that we all have the same classes as him tomorrow and we should note the stuff to him..." Moony started but before he could finish, I stoped him.

"Don't worry about it, I can sleep here with him." I said to them and the boys thanked me, already going to their dorms, but bringing a pillow and a blanked for me.

I adjusted myself at the armchair beside his bed and after a minute, I was already sleeping.

It was a long day.

At 3 AM...

"[y/n/n] ?" I woke up with Sirius voice.

"Yeah, Padfoot. Do you need something?" I asked getting up and going to his bed, looking at him.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you were here with me." Black said and I smiled at him.

"And now that you know that, I'll be back to my sleep." I got back at the uncomfortable armchair.

But that night was just so cold, just the blanket the boys gave me wasn't enough...

"It's cold here..." I whispered, thinking that he wouldn't listen to me, but he did.

"Come here, I'll keep you warm." Sirius suggested and I thanked god it was dark so he couldn't see my cheeks getting red as Lily's hair.

"No, your healing. I don't wanna hurt you." 

"But you will hurt me if you don't come here." He used that little voice of him, that I just couldn't say no.

And why am I trying to pretend that I don't want it?

So I just got out of the armchair and Sirius opened space for me at the bed.

As I lied at the bed, Sirius wrapped his arms at my waist and I, trying to not hurt him, putted my head at his chest.

And it actually worked, he's so warm.

"I know."

I can't believe I did it again.

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 14)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:3148

Warnings: Language, violence/gore

Song: Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Shannon finally started to stir, it’s a wonder it took her this long, being bound to a chair with heavy log chains. You stood several feet in front of her, your feet crossed at the ankles as you leaned against a workbench in a huge, empty warehouse. 

“Hi there,” you greeted as she woke.  

In a groggy tone, she lifted her head to examine her surroundings and asked, “Wha--Where am I?”

“I’ll tell you exactly where we are when you do something I ask.”

She frowned at you, entirely confused. “What? Y/N, why am I in chains? What the hell is going on?”

“All I need is some help from you and I’ll let you go, I promise,” you vowed in a hopeful voice.

“Why the fuck am I chained up in the first place?” she demanded, her eyes erratic as she looked around. She was probably looking for an exit. 

“I know how you get when you panic, and your powers can make you uncontrollable, I didn’t want that to happen,” you said as you eyed a table of tools… well, torture devices. 

“Oh, yeah, and chaining me was a real award winning idea to keep me calm,” she argued, straining against the chains.

“Shannon, I won’t hurt you so long as you cooperate,” you informed her, completely honest. 

“Well what do you want?” she asked, slightly curious.

“I need you to call Dr. Banner and get him here, that’s all. A simple request,” you stated.

Her frown deepened. “What? Why?”

“It’s best you don’t know why. Simply call him, and get him here and you’ll have your freedom.”

“And what will you do once he gets here?” she questioned.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” you told her as you played with the tools on the table. 

“It is if I’m telling my friend to come here. Y/N, what is going on? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“Not yet,” you said nearly inaudibly. “But I will be if you don’t give me what I want!” you stated, your voice raising to a shout. 

“No, no, something is wrong. I won’t help you get Bruce. Just tell me what's going on,” she demanded in a gentle voice. 

“I can’t,” you said, letting more pain show than you intended. Memories flickered in your head of the reminder if you failed this mission or told Shannon or Tony about the plan. Painful, awful memories. 

“Can’t or won’t?” she challenged in an angered voice.

Your eyes simply slid toward her, darkness and sorrow filling your gaze. 

“Oh, I get it. Y/N/N, what the hell happened to you? Why are you doing this?”

“Because I have to,” you said softly. 

“No, you don’t. Whatever you’ve gotten into, Tony and I can get you out. We can help,” she begged. 

A callous laughed escaped you as you threw your head back. “Help me? Wow, that’s rich. You finally decide to help me? After all these years of making sure you got ahead--”

“What are you talking about?” she questioned, baffled.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” you shouted, stepping toward her. “Your parents sent you off to that fancy ass academy. And Howard Stark decided to give you a full ride anywhere you wanted, all to help his precious son. Who, lets not forget, you pined after. You caught every break in the book. Unlike you I had to work for everything!” you snarled. 

“So did I!” she shot back. “None of it was handed to me! I graduated top of my class from the Red Room.”

“Oh, you must be so proud, being the top assassin. I’m sure that’s real good dinner talk,” you mocked.

“I am proud, do you know why? I fight for countries’ freedoms. I eliminate threats. I learned skills and trades that are hard to master.”

“You can tell yourself that if it makes you sleep better at night. But we both know you’ve spilled a hell of a lot of blood.” 

“Just doing my job.”

“And your job comes so easy, doesn’t it?” you ridiculed. 

“The hell is wrong with you? What, Asgard didn’t make you happy so you decided to come back and try and make me feel bad about my life? Yes, I got some nice opportunities, but as I remember it, you got a scholarship to a school and you aced everything. You got to do what you love. Tony asked you to come work for Stark Industries for years, and you said no. That’s no one’s fault but your own, so don’t blame us!”

“I said no because he asked out of pity!” you replied angrily. “I don’t need pity. I want what’s rightfully mine. I deserve to be a partner at his company, not some lowly lab assistant.” 

“You and I both know that's not true! He asked you countless times to join because of your accomplishments.” She scowled. “For fucks sake, Y/N, you’ve got more brains than this! He would have gladly given you any position, said so himself when you kept telling him no that he wanted you as a bigger asset than some assistant like I was.”

“It doesn't matter, it's in the past. Just like everything else. I lived in your shadow for years. Men fell at your feet, you won the Nobel Prize for research I recommended, you got every job offer handed to you. But you don’t remember any of that, do you? No, of course. But I remember how every time your name and my name was on a list, who was the one that got picked?” you demanded with venom, staring her down.

A look of guilt shadowed her face. 

“Yeah, that’s what I remember too,” you quietly said, straightening and turning around. “If you really want to help me, if you really want to make up for all the wrong that transpired between us, you’ll call Bruce.” You walked over and placed the phone in her lap. “As soon as you agree to call him, I’ll take the chains off.”

She peered up at you. 

“All that time on Asgard really messed with your head, didn’t it?” she rhetorically asked, an air of disdain in her tone. “It’s probably because you’ve been spending all that time with Loki. Should’ve known he was bad. He tried to kill Thor because he had Daddy issues,” she snarked with an eyeroll. 

Your eyes flashed to her, gleaming with darkness. 

In a low tone, you warned, “Don’t you dare speak ill of Loki, ever.”

“What are you gonna do? Smite me?” She smirked a bit. 

“I'll do whatever I need to for my love,” you promised in a firm voice, your knuckles turning white.  

“We both know you won’t hurt me, you’ve always clung to me like a baby lost without a clue where to go.” She raised her head up. “And do you really think that a once Asgardian turned mortal who's recently discovered who she is is enough for him?” She knew she was pushing it because she needed time to free herself of the chain around her wrists. “If it weren’t for me Jane never would have had access to your research files.” She seethed, her eyes had begun to change from their chocolate brown to a milky white and along with it the weather outside.

You narrowed your eyes as you noticed the change in atmosphere. “Go for it. Use your powers. You won’t like what happens next,” you dared her.

Her brow furrowed as concerned came onto her face. “What the hell happened to you? We used to be like sisters. And now you’re… You were never like this,” she said, confusion and desperation coloring her voice. 

“You’re right. I’ve changed. I’ve been shown the light. I’ve been shown how you robbed me of the life I deserve.” You picked up a handgun lying on the table and aimed it at her. “Give me the number to call Banner.” 

“You wouldn’t shoot me,” she said nonchalantly. “Besides he turned off his phone. I don't have a way to contact him.”

“Bullshit! Don't lie to me.” You moved the gun slightly to the left, and fired. The bullet grazed her arm but she cried out. “Next one won’t miss,” you promised. You walked over to her, took the phone, and lifted it up. “Give me the number.” 

She sighed and looked at you, reciting the number. As soon as it began to ring, you placed it between her ear and shoulder. 

“Hey, it’s me. I was wondering if we could meet up and talk about a few things for the new research?” she said looking at you waiting for the  name of the location. “Yeah, do you have a paper to write the address?” She recited the address you had written down. “Don’t forget your umbrella, it’s about to storm outside, see you in a few. Bye.” She ended the call you were unaware that she had actually told the person on the phone that she was in trouble. 

———-

Shannon’s POV

Y/N was completely unaware that the number I had recited to her was Tony’s and that “about to storm outside” is code for “come get me, I’m in trouble”. There was no way in hell I would give up Bruce’s location. I do know where he is but she doesn’t. 

I don’t know what's happened to her but she’s not the Y/N I thought I knew all those years ago. I just hope to get her back and end everything that comes with it without losing her. 

I could have easily gotten out of these chains but I stayed to find out what’s gotten to her. And if there’s anyway I can get her out of it. 

———————-

“There, I called him now let me go! You said you would.” She pointed to the chains around her body and legs. “Y/N, why are you doing this? Is Loki forcing you?” 

You laughed again. “Forcing me? Sweetie, he’s freed me. He’s helped me see the side of me I never knew existed.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t have,” she mumbled. “What went wrong? I thought Asgard was good for you? For two months I got letters about how great it was and all this progress you were making. Then one day you just stopped answering me. Was that Loki? Did he turn you against me?”

“No,” you answered in a solemn tone. “No, that wasn’t Loki. I… I stopped replying because I wasn’t in Asgard.”

A charge filled the air as she stared at you, her eyes narrowing.

“What do you mean?”

“I was in Asgard for those first two months but then….”

“Then what?” she questioned, urging you to keep talking. Her voice was soft and full of concern. 

Your eyes finally came up to meet hers. “Then Thor destroyed the Rainbow bridge and the Bifrost, which caused Loki to… well he was hanging on the edge of Odin’s staff. When Odin disapproved of Loki’s actions with Thor and trying to destroy Jotunheim, Loki let go. Without thinking, I jumped after him,” you explained simply, toying with your hands slightly. 

“What? Why? Why would you do that? You tried to kill yourself for him? What kind of asshole--”

“Watch it,” you warned again, your anger returning. “He didn’t ask me to jump. He was just as upset that I jumped as you or anyone else would be.” 

Quietnes flowed between you two for a moment. 

“I don’t know why I jumped,” you continued. “Just seeing him, seeing him falling, alone, so broken...I couldn’t help but feel so sorry for him. Not to mention, I couldn’t see a life without him in it at that point. I was in love with him and we found comfort in each others company. We both knew what it was like to be overlooked, forgotten, taken for granted.” Your eyes drifted to her, a look of pain tinging your eyes. 

“Y/N, you know I never did those things intentionally. I can’t help what other people did or said,” she tried. “I never took you for granted. I helped you all the time. I tried to get you in any job or door I could. I accepted you into my family as my own sister. Or did Loki make you forget all of that?” 

“I only remember being rejected for jobs, or grants, meanwhile you’re standing on stage winning a Nobel Prize that I gave the idea to,” you reminded darkly in a soft tone. 

“And I gave you credit and grant money!” she retorted. 

“Consolation prizes, how sweet,” you mocked with a smirk before turning around to look at the tools you no longer needed. 

“I thought you said you would let me go if I called Bruce. I called him, I’m still chained.”

You sighed. “Not until he shows up. For all I know we just called a pizza joint. As soon as Bruce arrives, you’ll have your freedom.” 

“That may come sooner than you like,” she muttered.

You frowned at her words, but then you heard it -- the hydraulics on Tony’s suit.

A smile flashed onto your face. 

“Oh this should be good,” you stated wickedly. Your gaze danced over to Shannon. “So… you called Tony, and not Bruce. That’s good… really good.. ” You grabbed a throwing star and threw it at her, lodging it in her arm. “Except now you’ve pissed me off!” You marched towards her, and grabbed her hair, yanking it back and screaming at her. “It was simple! Call the doctor and get him here! But I suppose Stark will do.” You looked up to the tall ceiling of the warehouse, waiting for him to make his move. 

Then the noise came. That clank of his metal on the concrete floor.

“Ah, come to save the day, Stark?” you asked as you turned toward the noise. 

“Just let her go, Y/N/N. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m sure we can come to some conclusion about,” he tried as he walked in, already in suit, his mask off. 

“Call Banner, get him here,” you said simply. 

“What do you want Banner for? Why him?” 

“Leave that to me,” you stated with a shrug. 

“Yeah, see I don’t like handing over potential atomic bombs to people we haven’t heard from in over a year. Where you been anyway?”

“Why the fuck do you care where I’ve been?” you questioned incredulously.

“What do you mean? We cared for you! Shannon cried herself to sleep for months thinking you were dead! You abandoned her to run off and go play Mythology!” he informed, his voice raised.

“I found out I was a goddess! That’s not going off and playing anything.”

“Then what are you doing back here on Earth, playing Assassins Creed--” he gestured to your outfit “-- and demanding to see Bruce, huh? What is this? What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing but my will to conquer this puny waste of a planet.”

Tony’s eyes slightly narrowed as he cocked his head. “What the hell does that even mean?” 

“It means by the end of this, you’ll wish you’d sent Banner.”

Tony’s eyes flashed to Shannon, who was bleeding from both her arms and visibly tired. Tony could be a calm man, but he wasn’t exactly patient or forgiving when someone he loved had been hurt.

“I don't do well with threats sooo…” Tony drug out his last word. 

“So that's a no?” you asked, making your way over to Shannon, making her nervous. 

“Emphatic no.” 

“I'm sorry to hear you won't be cooperating. You should start to learn that we don't negotiate.”

In the blink of an eye, you manifested a dagger, hoisted it high in the air, and brought it back down into Shannon’s upper thigh, hard. She screamed out in agony.  

“Not a good idea,” he said before shooting a repulsor beam at you. The energy propelled you back against the concrete wall. It didn’t hurt, unsurprisingly. But it did knock the wind out of you as you laid on the floor. 

Tony tried to make quick work of the chains but you stood up and threw a dagger at him, it grazed his neck. 

“Bring me Banner,” you demanded.

“I think it’s time you sat in time out.” With that, he shot at you again, slamming you back into the wall. You pushed back into it, only for him to double his force. Meanwhile his other part of the suit used a laser to cut the chains. They fell around Shannon as she tried to stand. 

He was about to make your entire mission mean nothing. He was about to be the reason you failed, and you couldn’t have that. 

“No!” you shouted as you launched off the wall and nearly flew at Stark, colliding with his suit. You two landed on the floor, with you on top of him. You reeled your arm back and hit him while he was still slightly dazed that you were even able to knock him off his footing. You only got one punch in before he doubled his own fist and hit you. The iron sliced against your face and you winced. He did it again and you got the message to get off him. You stood up and stumbled back, preparing yourself for further fighting. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Y/N/N. You know that. End this right now and we’ll forget the whole thing,” Tony tried.

“It won’t be me that gets hurt,” you responded darkly as you moved your body to the momentum to swing and kick him in the face with your foot. As soon as he recovered from the blow, he suited entirely up, his mask on, and fired at you again. Deep purple energy clouded around you as you deflected the shots easily, but you hadn’t anticipated the next thing that happened.

A knife, the same knife you’d plunged into Shannon, came soaring at you, but you didn’t see it until the last second, and it hit your stomach. You gasped and stepped back, holding the knife. Tony took the advantage and hit you with everything he had, slamming you hard into the wall, causing it to crater under your form. 

Tony backed up, put his arm around Shannon-- while still blasting you, and took off. The two of them propelled through the roof of the warehouse.

Quiet rage stewed inside you as you clenched your fists and stared up after them. Suddenly a wetness hit your cheek. You reached up and touched it. Upon first inspection it might’ve been a raindrop but no, you could smell the saltiness. Shannon was crying as she chanced a glance down at you. 

Against your will, saltiness of your own formed and hit the warehouse floor. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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@the-owlchemist​​​​ said: The moon, the sun, and the star

a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot /  send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !

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18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ?

i think at this point what dol longs for the most is just... security in existing?

and not JUST for him, either. he wants his found family to all feel secure in their existences, purposes, and the things they long for. he wants to do the best he can to make sure all of them--whether he gets along with them easily or not--aren’t just surviving anymore, that they feel like they’re living again. 

i have a whole... ‘meta’/headcanon i’ve been meaning to write one day about how the lab chimeras were “assigned” their animal counterparts, so i’ll save the details for that but to just kind of scrape the surface? this is one of the qualities that makes dol compatible with dogs (specifically german-shepherds). he loves his family, he’ll go to any lengths he can to protect them regardless of risks, he’ll come to them when they need comfort and always has an eye and ear out for anything that could be considered a threat. while i wouldn’t call his dedication “unconditional” (because he’s still got his human consciousness, intelligence and reasoning, obviously), it definitely runs deep for those he’s bonded to and calls family. unfortunately, it has resulted in a very low level of self-worth. 

but yeah, i’d call that a realistic desire. would like my family to enjoy life again and feel safe? yes.

19.  the sun  :  in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ?

all things considered, dolcetto is EX-TREME-LY optimistic. don’t let his crankiness and grouch-tastic persona fool you, the man goes to great lengths to try seeing any glass that’s put in front of him half-full. you don’t have to like your situation to put a positive spin on it or seek out the silver lining, y’know?

and due to both the environment he was raised in, topped with 14 years in a dark underground lab, he has a massive appreciation for “little things”. getting to stand out in the rain? fucking awesome, he’ll spend all afternoon out there. some birds are fighting over a pretzel in the market? you know he’s gonna watch them for as long as he can and snicker under his breath when they get sassy. the smell of fresh baked bread on the morning air? aaaaaaaaaaaaaugh.

i think all of the chimera have a large degree of appreciation for simple/small things, for the ‘obvious’ reasons and for their own individual/personal reasons. one thing dol definitely realizes he took for granite was being able to see color. he can’t, now, so... gone are the days of glowing sunrises and sunsets, the fiery leaves during autumn, and rich pools of wildflowers in open fields. so he very much respects and appreciates the senses he has “left”, even if they can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

17.  the star  :  what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ?

answered here ! 

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Unforseen Chasm (part 14)

Part 14 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 3148 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93​​ what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Shannon finally started to stir, it’s a wonder it took her this long, being bound to a chair with heavy log chains. You stood several feet in front of her, your feet crossed at the ankles as you leaned against a workbench in a huge, empty warehouse. 

“Hi there,” you greeted as she woke.  

In a groggy tone, she lifted her head to examine her surroundings and asked, “Wha--Where am I?”

“I’ll tell you exactly where we are when you do something I ask.”

She frowned at you, entirely confused. “What? Y/N, why am I in chains? What the hell is going on?”

“All I need is some help from you and I’ll let you go, I promise,” you vowed in a hopeful voice. 

“Why the fuck am I chained up in the first place?” she demanded, her eyes erratic as she looked around. She was probably looking for an exit. 

“I know how you get when you panic, and your powers can make you uncontrollable, I didn’t want that to happen,” you said as you eyed a table of tools… well, torture devices. 

“Oh, yeah, and chaining me was a real award winning idea to keep me calm,” she argued, straining against the chains.

“Shannon, I won’t hurt you so long as you cooperate,” you informed her, completely honest. 

“Well what do you want?” she asked, slightly curious.

“I need you to call Dr. Banner and get him here, that’s all. A simple request,” you stated.

Her frown deepened. “What? Why?”

“It’s best you don’t know why. Simply call him, and get him here and you’ll have your freedom.”

“And what will you do once he gets here?” she questioned.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” you told her as you played with the tools on the table. 

“It is if I’m telling my friend to come here. Y/N, what is going on? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“Not yet,” you said nearly inaudibly. “But I will be if you don’t give me what I want!” you stated, your voice raising to a shout. 

“No, no, something is wrong. I won’t help you get Bruce. Just tell me what's going on,” she demanded in a gentle voice. 

“I can’t,” you said, letting more pain show than you intended. Memories flickered in your head of the reminder if you failed this mission or told Shannon or Tony about the plan. Painful, awful memories. 

“Can’t or won’t?” she challenged in an angered voice.

Your eyes simply slid toward her, darkness and sorrow filling your gaze. 

“Oh, I get it. Y/N/N, what the hell happened to you? Why are you doing this?”

“Because I have to,” you said softly. 

“No, you don’t. Whatever you’ve gotten into, Tony and I can get you out. We can help,” she begged. 

A callous laughed escaped you as you threw your head back. “Help me? Wow, that’s rich. You finally decide to help me? After all these years of making sure you got ahead--”

“What are you talking about?” she questioned, baffled.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” you shouted, stepping toward her. “Your parents sent you off to that fancy ass academy. And Howard Stark decided to give you a full ride anywhere you wanted, all to help his precious son. Who, lets not forget, you pined after. You caught every break in the book. Unlike you I had to work for everything!” you snarled. 

“So did I!” she shot back. “None of it was handed to me! I graduated top of my class from the Red Room.”

“Oh, you must be so proud, being the top assassin. I’m sure that’s real good dinner talk,” you mocked.

“I am proud, do you know why? I fight for countries’ freedoms. I eliminate threats. I learned skills and trades that are hard to master.”

“You can tell yourself that if it makes you sleep better at night. But we both know you’ve spilled a hell of a lot of blood.” 

“Just doing my job.”

“And your job comes so easy, doesn’t it?” you ridiculed. 

“The hell is wrong with you? What, Asgard didn’t make you happy so you decided to come back and try and make me feel bad about my life? Yes, I got some nice opportunities, but as I remember it, you got a scholarship to a school and you aced everything. You got to do what you love. Tony asked you to come work for Stark Industries for years, and you said no. That’s no one’s fault but your own, so don’t blame us!”

“I said no because he asked out of pity!” you replied angrily. “I don’t need pity. I want what’s rightfully mine. I deserve to be a partner at his company, not some lowly lab assistant.” 

“You and I both know that's not true! He asked you countless times to join because of your accomplishments.” She scowled. “For fucks sake, Y/N, you’ve got more brains than this! He would have gladly given you any position, said so himself when you kept telling him no that he wanted you as a bigger asset than some assistant like I was.”

“It doesn't matter, it's in the past. Just like everything else. I lived in your shadow for years. Men fell at your feet, you won the Nobel Prize for research I recommended, you got every job offer handed to you. But you don’t remember any of that, do you? No, of course. But I remember how every time your name and my name was on a list, who was the one that got picked?” you demanded with venom, staring her down.

A look of guilt shadowed her face. 

“Yeah, that’s what I remember too,” you quietly said, straightening and turning around. “If you really want to help me, if you really want to make up for all the wrong that transpired between us, you’ll call Bruce.” You walked over and placed the phone in her lap. “As soon as you agree to call him, I’ll take the chains off.”

She peered up at you. 

“All that time on Asgard really messed with your head, didn’t it?” she rhetorically asked, an air of disdain in her tone. “It’s probably because you’ve been spending all that time with Loki. Should’ve known he was bad. He tried to kill Thor because he had Daddy issues,” she snarked with an eyeroll. 

Your eyes flashed to her, gleaming with darkness. 

In a low tone, you warned, “Don’t you dare speak ill of Loki, ever.”

“What are you gonna do? Smite me?” She smirked a bit. 

“I'll do whatever I need to for my love,” you promised in a firm voice, your knuckles turning white.  

“We both know you won’t hurt me, you’ve always clung to me like a baby lost without a clue where to go.” She raised her head up. “And do you really think that a once Asgardian turned mortal who's recently discovered who she is is enough for him?” She knew she was pushing it because she needed time to free herself of the chain around her wrists. “If it weren’t for me Jane never would have had access to your research files.” She seethed, her eyes had begun to change from their chocolate brown to a milky white and along with it the weather outside. 

You narrowed your eyes as you noticed the change in atmosphere. “Go for it. Use your powers. You won’t like what happens next,” you dared her.

Her brow furrowed as concerned came onto her face. “What the hell happened to you? We used to be like sisters. And now you’re… You were never like this,” she said, confusion and desperation coloring her voice. 

“You’re right. I’ve changed. I’ve been shown the light. I’ve been shown how you robbed me of the life I deserve.” You picked up a handgun lying on the table and aimed it at her. “Give me the number to call Banner.” 

“You wouldn’t shoot me,” she said nonchalantly. “Besides he turned off his phone. I don't have a way to contact him.”

“Bullshit! Don't lie to me.” You moved the gun slightly to the left, and fired. The bullet grazed her arm but she cried out. “Next one won’t miss,” you promised. You walked over to her, took the phone, and lifted it up. “Give me the number.” 

She sighed and looked at you, reciting the number. As soon as it began to ring, you placed it between her ear and shoulder. 

“Hey, it’s me. I was wondering if we could meet up and talk about a few things for the new research?” she said looking at you waiting for the  name of the location. “Yeah, do you have a paper to write the address?” She recited the address you had written down. “Don’t forget your umbrella, it’s about to storm outside, see you in a few. Bye.” She ended the call you were unaware that she had actually told the person on the phone that she was in trouble. 

Shannon’s POV

Y/N was completely unaware that the number I had recited to her was Tony’s and that “about to storm outside” is code for “come get me, I’m in trouble”. There was no way in hell I would give up Bruce’s location. I do know where he is but she doesn’t. 

I don’t know what's happened to her but she’s not the Y/N I thought I knew all those years ago. I just hope to get her back and end everything that comes with it without losing her. 

I could have easily gotten out of these chains but I stayed to find out what’s gotten to her. And if there’s anyway I can get her out of it. 

———————-

“There, I called him now let me go! You said you would.” She pointed to the chains around her body and legs. “Y/N, why are you doing this? Is Loki forcing you?” 

You laughed again. “Forcing me? Sweetie, he’s freed me. He’s helped me see the side of me I never knew existed.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t have,” she mumbled. “What went wrong? I thought Asgard was good for you? For two months I got letters about how great it was and all this progress you were making. Then one day you just stopped answering me. Was that Loki? Did he turn you against me?”

“No,” you answered in a solemn tone. “No, that wasn’t Loki. I… I stopped replying because I wasn’t in Asgard.”

A charge filled the air as she stared at you, her eyes narrowing.

“What do you mean?”

“I was in Asgard for those first two months but then….”

“Then what?” she questioned, urging you to keep talking. Her voice was soft and full of concern. 

Your eyes finally came up to meet hers. “Then Thor destroyed the Rainbow bridge and the Bifrost, which caused Loki to… well he was hanging on the edge of Odin’s staff. When Odin disapproved of Loki’s actions with Thor and trying to destroy Jotunheim, Loki let go. Without thinking, I jumped after him,” you explained simply, toying with your hands slightly. 

“What? Why? Why would you do that? You tried to kill yourself for him? What kind of asshole--”

“Watch it,” you warned again, your anger returning. “He didn’t ask me to jump. He was just as upset that I jumped as you or anyone else would be.” 

Quietnes flowed between you two for a moment. 

“I don’t know why I jumped,” you continued. “Just seeing him, seeing him falling, alone, so broken...I couldn’t help but feel so sorry for him. Not to mention, I couldn’t see a life without him in it at that point. I was in love with him and we found comfort in each others company. We both knew what it was like to be overlooked, forgotten, taken for granted.” Your eyes drifted to her, a look of pain tinging your eyes. 

“Y/N, you know I never did those things intentionally. I can’t help what other people did or said,” she tried. “I never took you for granted. I helped you all the time. I tried to get you in any job or door I could. I accepted you into my family as my own sister. Or did Loki make you forget all of that?” 

“I only remember being rejected for jobs, or grants, meanwhile you’re standing on stage winning a Nobel Prize that I gave the idea to,” you reminded darkly in a soft tone. 

“And I gave you credit and grant money!” she retorted. 

“Consolation prizes, how sweet,” you mocked with a smirk before turning around to look at the tools you no longer needed. 

“I thought you said you would let me go if I called Bruce. I called him, I’m still chained.”

You sighed. “Not until he shows up. For all I know we just called a pizza joint. As soon as Bruce arrives, you’ll have your freedom.” 

“That may come sooner than you like,” she muttered.

You frowned at her words, but then you heard it -- the hydraulics on Tony’s suit.

A smile flashed onto your face. 

“Oh this should be good,” you stated wickedly. Your gaze danced over to Shannon. “So… you called Tony, and not Bruce. That’s good… really good.. ” You grabbed a throwing star and threw it at her, lodging it in her arm. “Except now you’ve pissed me off!” You marched towards her, and grabbed her hair, yanking it back and screaming at her. “It was simple! Call the doctor and get him here! But I suppose Stark will do.” You looked up to the tall ceiling of the warehouse, waiting for him to make his move. 

Then the noise came. That clank of his metal on the concrete floor.

“Ah, come to save the day, Stark?” you asked as you turned toward the noise. 

“Just let her go, Y/N/N. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m sure we can come to some conclusion about,” he tried as he walked in, already in suit, his mask off. 

“Call Banner, get him here,” you said simply. 

“What do you want Banner for? Why him?” 

“Leave that to me,” you stated with a shrug. 

“Yeah, see I don’t like handing over potential atomic bombs to people we haven’t heard from in over a year. Where you been anyway?”

“Why the fuck do you care where I’ve been?” you questioned incredulously.

“What do you mean? We cared for you! Shannon cried herself to sleep for months thinking you were dead! You abandoned her to run off and go play Mythology!” he informed, his voice raised.

“I found out I was a goddess! That’s not going off and playing anything.”

“Then what are you doing back here on Earth, playing Assassins Creed--” he gestured to your outfit “-- and demanding to see Bruce, huh? What is this? What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing but my will to conquer this puny waste of a planet.”

Tony’s eyes slightly narrowed as he cocked his head. “What the hell does that even mean?” 

“It means by the end of this, you’ll wish you’d sent Banner.”

Tony’s eyes flashed to Shannon, who was bleeding from both her arms and visibly tired. Tony could be a calm man, but he wasn’t exactly patient or forgiving when someone he loved had been hurt.

“I don't do well with threats sooo…” Tony drug out his last word. 

“So that's a no?” you asked, making your way over to Shannon, making her nervous. 

“Emphatic no.” 

“I'm sorry to hear you won't be cooperating. You should start to learn that we don't negotiate.”

In the blink of an eye, you manifested a dagger, hoisted it high in the air, and brought it back down into Shannon’s upper thigh, hard. She screamed out in agony.  

“Not a good idea,” he said before shooting a repulsor beam at you. The energy propelled you back against the concrete wall. It didn’t hurt, unsurprisingly. But it did knock the wind out of you as you laid on the floor. 

Tony tried to make quick work of the chains but you stood up and threw a dagger at him, it grazed his neck. 

“Bring me Banner,” you demanded.

“I think it’s time you sat in time out.” With that, he shot at you again, slamming you back into the wall. You pushed back into it, only for him to double his force. Meanwhile his other part of the suit used a laser to cut the chains. They fell around Shannon as she tried to stand. 

He was about to make your entire mission mean nothing. He was about to be the reason you failed, and you couldn’t have that. 

“No!” you shouted as you launched off the wall and nearly flew at Stark, colliding with his suit. You two landed on the floor, with you on top of him. You reeled your arm back and hit him while he was still slightly dazed that you were even able to knock him off his footing. You only got one punch in before he doubled his own fist and hit you. The iron sliced against your face and you winced. He did it again and you got the message to get off him. You stood up and stumbled back, preparing yourself for further fighting. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Y/N/N. You know that. End this right now and we’ll forget the whole thing,” Tony tried.

“It won’t be me that gets hurt,” you responded darkly as you moved your body to the momentum to swing and kick him in the face with your foot. As soon as he recovered from the blow, he suited entirely up, his mask on, and fired at you again. Deep purple energy clouded around you as you deflected the shots easily, but you hadn’t anticipated the next thing that happened.

A knife, the same knife you’d plunged into Shannon, came soaring at you, but you didn’t see it until the last second, and it hit your stomach. You gasped and stepped back, holding the knife. Tony took the advantage and hit you with everything he had, slamming you hard into the wall, causing it to crater under your form. 

Tony backed up, put his arm around Shannon-- while still blasting you, and took off. The two of them propelled through the roof of the warehouse.

Quiet rage stewed inside you as you clenched your fists and stared up after them. Suddenly a wetness hit your cheek. You reached up and touched it. Upon first inspection it might’ve been a raindrop but no, you could smell the saltiness. Shannon was crying as she chanced a glance down at you. 

Against your will, saltiness of your own formed and hit the warehouse floor. 

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[yuissamidare]

@codes i think i may have put this on my artblog but... Here

i guess ill start w ichi bc i always forget about him somehow like i always come up short when im making lists and im like 'oh wait shit yeah that guy’ bc im stupid n i only think of fishing trio + choro. I’m an Idiot. idk i never thought too hard on ichi bc i so rarely think about him but he looks so high its really funny i said this on main but he looks like my friend when he decided to try a weed gummy bear then started babbling about hentai then watched to watch porn with me but got mad all the intro scenes are a billion years long and started ranting about the industry but now that i think about it he looks like someone who used to send me weird shit when he was high like bad pick up lines about body parts i wish i didnt have

and thats so funny that its Ichimatsu who looks like that but also proof that hes high. but anyway!! hes really cute and im mad hes boutta ruin my reputation for my complete and utter lack of care and interest in him no matter what im mad. my friend gwyn said 'Sp lubing us up for the fuckening that is the reason why Ichi is sad in present day’ im really curious at the change like if hes trying a fake it till you make it type thing bc really emotionally exhausted or if hes just genuinely having a good time or hes puttin on a front since like. nails who stand get hammered down right??? just gotta do your best n Never Relax n i can relate to all that. but uhhh old hcs i guess

in kun ichi was the most serious! really smart but just as bad w school as the rest of them apparently but!! yeah so id think that!! ichis that guy who participates in class discussion constantly and is always willing to debate the readings, but turns in sloppy papers with typos and no a coherency or stucture or anything. he’s A+ in participation but has an average of 60% on most of the written assignments with points knocked bc of lateness then more bc its A Mess. you could ask about the prompts for one of his papers, he could babble about his position on it complete with paragraphs and footnotes but like the day before its due hes playing rpgs and watching horror movies.

his classmates think hes so smart n so intimidating. the family knows hes a hot mess. the teachers tell him he has a lot of potential but they don’t think hes applying himself. all are right. also he doesnt cheat or let people cheat off of him since hes always been about rules and boundaries and Rightness n he n jyushi were the only ones who Minded Themselves in kun

uhh jyushi!! let me talk about schoolwork again bc yeah i love jyushi so so so so much and thinking of him in a school environment is so weird i thought about it a lot n i thought about it him in kun n san and Woah!! i really really love delinquent jyushi, bc when i saw that i was like 'huh! that fits actually!!’ i love that like him and choro flip flopped completely from what i thought. his school must be so cold theyre too cheap to afford heating in the winter and in summer the acs Blast. he was so Shy and quiet and he cried and he liked to sing so i always thought that when he participated in chorus festivals hes always like right in front!! he hums a lot in class and also moves around alot bc he actually like school and people like primary trio are the types that make friends often. i wasnt supposed to talk about this yet whoops.

unlike ichi who relatively neat despite everything but has shit notes, jyushis notes are amazing and understandable and utterly illegible.

theyre covered in doodles, arrows and lines leading every which way, different colors but not like color coded n theyre not in order by date, but he opens to a random page every time yet somehow always seems to know where to find each lesson. he writes footnotes and caveats and corrections and criticisms of the teachers and random thoughts and just smears ink everywhere. sometimes his notes are on a completely different subject. the notebook itself is a horrifying mess, the front and back covers both covered in drawings and designs and falling apart, random papers shoved between the pages, coming apart at the seams, covered in stains of unknown origin. assignments are full of emoticons and informal language, and they always manage to make his teachers feel like hes smarter than they are (most likely). he does his projects the minute theyre assigned, and is finished a minute later so can talk to his friends. he loved school.

sophie told me once about how she thought was Like That was bc one of his main concerns is that he thought he had nothing that made him Jyushi n in kun she said he might have been the one who was the most concerned about having a distinctive personality and i talked about how that sorta carried over san and how he always blended in bc of how gentle and soft and push-overy he was. he was actually the and most gullible and weakest in kun so i was like :0 when i saw that and intentionally did stuff like only carry 14 yen in his pockets to be quirky but it always sorta fell flat and he was still invisible so i was like hmmmmm. and i can see how he couldve toughened up and thinking of this now!! i love that. oh im so happy. this is so much better than i ever couldve imagined ever.

totty…. i do not think he was very popular or good at school. i think he’s very decent at schoolwork but he never put much effort into it. just copies whats on the board but if the class runs out of allotted lesson time n he couldnt finish his work he just didnt do it like cram schools a pain in the ass. if he put effort hed be a star student but he just craps out whatever since hes was the laziest!! oh but something i noticed was that him and jyushi would play together often since sometime he felt overwhelmed by karamatsu a lot. also hes the money thief and scammer its great kun todo is so good. he gets shy and flustered easy too!!

but uhh yeah!! depending on the day im always like 'zaimoku love each other so much they are best friends and the perfect other halves!!’ then im like 'these mofos hate each other what the fuck is this trainwreck’ did you see their shitty small talk in the horse episode. what was that. like they are genuinely trying to communicate and are pretty easy with each other but they have nothing to say. its like when youre having a boring day at school and theres nothing to talk about with an acquaintance so you just look at the walls and go 'have you ever noticed how stupid these posters are’ then you both start reading posters aloud but you both know its not that funny and youre just doing it to waste time but you still enjoy their company you just dont want silence. thats their relationship. and i think they are just very similar in very different ways and like. the key things that make them both similar and different and the same fuck them up (like suiriku!! theyre both really similar even if it doesn’t seem like it at first which is why their compatibility in the relationship chart was so low in s1, but i saw a lot of improvement in both of their behaviours and their communication and honestly. s2 was worth it for that sophie was so happy to see her faves get along) like sometimes when you look in the mirror all the things you see are the things you dont like about yourself instead of what makes you wonderful and unique. also i didnt mean to talk about this but i guess i am.

but yeah. totty is bitter n resentful at kara during hs n karas more confused and upset at tottys behaviour in their twenties n thats bc like i said. theyre dumb. karamatsu!! i think was actually pretty popular in highschool n had a good amount of friends - i genuinely think theatre kids are well liked bc i literally know everyone in my department and im friends w a good amount of people and im not even That extroverted. my actual extrovert friends know everyone in the school by name and everyone in my department is so nice even though theres a lot of bitchiness and drama its not as bad as w other humanities studies (jesus christ humanity students outside of theatre are a hot mess.)

uh yeah n that ultimately makes totty feel a bit… betrayed? karamatsu is his partner! theyre supposed to be there for eachother! kara’s the first one to branch out, get friends etc etc and todomatsus left behind bc hes always the one playimg follow the leader and he breaks out of that once they graduate - he grows up resenting karamatsu slightly though he still cares. but this time Hes the one cancelling plans to hang out with friends instead. my friend katie put it best when, in response to me telling them this, they sent me:

'kara: totty you have so many friends now. We barely see you anymore.

totty, applying chapstick: well, I learned it from the best.’

when i told them about it. but at the time gwyn and i were babbling about possibilities and different storylines and how theres a possiblity the movie might break down into three manageable plotlines n she gave zaimoku 'popularity’ and this was me throwing out ideas but honestly. Good. (aha, the end of this scenario ended up with todo throwing hands and shoulder checking someone outside a window and then getting removed from the premise n hanging with atsushi all night after) why am i on this. shit what happened here.

uhh but yeah totty is Def someone with learned behaviours rather than being a natural extrovert honestly just look at him hes an introverted mess masquerading as a decent human being and i know full well how people like that are bc some of them have been my best friends for years n seein the new hs promos solidifies that fact bc look at him. Crybaby. He is Miniscule. A Child.

then its 'delinquent who looks like an honour student’ choro. i never studied him until sophie started liking choro n since i love sophie i wanted to take an interest in him too. n i started to think very hard about him! then gwyn planted this in me n its taken root and im just never not gonna think its great. yall see his shitty gokudo impression what a bossy lil shit. he pulled a whip on kara once and it was mad funny but also Gwyns Big Evidence for him just being the absolute worst not like a casually skips class type but a Choro was a legit a bully and really mean n sabatoged other classmates to make him look like he was 100% That Bitch. maybe not him being Mean and cruel but just an asshole who bums around, is something i really like that one a lot its been one of my faves since gwyn n i started talking about it but i just!! have a ton of other things too!!

hes a lot like karamatsu in that theyre both stupid and weird and embarrassing and they put on airs but they also!! dont try!! they talk so big and such high goals n expectations and they dont do shit bc they have so much hubris but i always talk about them bc suiriku is sophies Beloved so ill like. Not. but he acts like he’s better than all of them n forces the role of the straight man on himself because he wants to be seen as the responible, level headed one even if hes just. So Much.

i think the movies calling back to how touchy feely and clingy he was in kun and adding on to how jyushis a delinquent and kara… Is Like That he’ll be around them the most bc jyushi might either be really protective or push him away and then they do something to mend their relationship later on or hell cling to kara and they just. grow apart. sticking to my hc until the end bitches. oh.

for choro… personally!! i thought hed be a slacker instead of a delinquent but not in the way totty slacked - totty was lazy n knew the work but didnt want to put in effort but choro just. Doesnt. choro has so much energy all the time and choro Can Not deal with school situations. bc like… you always hear people say that studying is meant to be done at the desk, silently, no distractions what so ever!! focus on notes and nothing else!! ise a highlighter but dont use it too much!! make your notes legible but you only have five minutes before the board gets erased!! review!!! look at your notes or youll die! take breaks bit dont take too long and honestly. listen. kun choro wouldnt be able to stand that shit and id think hed just think he was doing it The Wrong Way n he just wasnt meant to do it.

he doesnt like quiet classrooms!! he cant study like that and hell get distracted. he cant sit still n thats why totoko broke up w him in the beer ad and why hes just Everywhere in kun!! hes understimulated and its just Ugh! you know??? he’ll fidget w his pens until he breaks them or hum or tap his foot and annoy everyone or leave for the bathroom at least three times a class just to get up and move.

eventually he just. gives up even though hes super smart he like, stops caring bc if you dont care to understand material then you wont have to read and read and reread and rereread something to get it! classes just make everything uncomphrehensible and makes any idea he may have sublimate into nothing. but he can work on the trains and the buses! he needs something kenetic to get him moving and trains n shit always have enough going on to work with, just like with home!! chorochoro motherfuckers. he works much better moving forward, ironic as that is. he feels sorta set apart from every thing like hes behind some big plane of glass doing everything wrong and being all set apart from everything. eventually he takes to acting like a real fussy mom to avoid his own problems and help everyone else out even though hes annoying and even when he graduates but it gets Worse bc then figures out how much!!! he fucked up!! then he kicks himself into high gear n still cant do shit. ahh.

its illegal for me to talk about choukei bc i talk about them so much and im always being annoying n typing stupid essays about them bc theyre… my faves.. But this is so long…

it actually makes me super happy that he kara acne he still can be really fighty and he cries and he still does stupid impulsive shit for others and even though hes really sweet and caring is still an utter monster and fucking mess of a person. love him. i always like to think his shittymatsu nickname came from iyami n it just morphed from there bc in 66 you can hear iyami calling him specifically garbage. ive always been glad they kept his sewing hobby too. ahh, actually from what i see hes pretty similarities to kun so i wonder when he decided to air out that teremity. idk what to say about him that i havent in tottys section. he just Feels like someone who had a good support group and nice friends bc of how hes able to move in the world. kara feels like some whos doing their growing up in their twenties bc highschool came easy to them and now theyre just really struggling with the real world. like i shouldve expected softboy hs kara and i appreciate him very much!! i talk about choukei a lot bc they were the first characters that spoke so i immediately attached myself to them n i talk about karamatsu Specifically but im not sure i ever mentioned how much i appreciated how smart and cautious hes proved himself to be time and time again, like how hes the only one to point out totokos fish shtick aint doing her favours or how he was the first one to notice osos irritation n how you can pick out his voice warning jyushi to calm down in the bg of 24 or how in the comedian episode he was ready to take Notes from iyami and a lot of other small things!!

i would think hes actually a bit more serious n calm in hs and san is him amping up traits that drew people to him in hs and it backfiring on kara spectacularly - kara is always gauging people and their reactions and acting in a way he believes will get something positive, but at the same time is utterly oblivious when it comes to actually Getting them n i talked about the girls on the bridge but this is also prevalent with ichi who kara just. Doesnt Get and can not figure out how to maneuver their relationship. like oso, kara is and elder brother!! and elder brothers have an image theyre supposed to uphold, but while kara acts the part he doesnt do the shit a big brother does and shrugs that responsibility off on oso until oso fucks up until s2, where they share the role more evenly and his relationship with ichi improves but this is another essay entirely. what im trying to get with that is that hyperfocus on what other people think of him, but his complete disregard when it comes to their actual reaction and instead what he wants their reactions to be would also greatly impact him transtioning from a teen to an adult im sorry im getting sloppy now

osomatsu… i really adore him too much and i understand how totty felt in their episode bc i also lent my phone to a friend who needed to desperately jack it before meeting new people n i talk about him a whole lot too. hes mean and an asshole and garbage n i know a lot of people find him plain n boring but idk. i dont think thats the case hes a really complexed n nuanced character n hes literally has always been way back from kun n thats expected from a main character but… hes always been mean n dumb n sly and he can get so pathetically vunerable and thats literally!! him. hes a normal dude nothing wrong with that n it can be real refreshing. n i suppose im so fond of fishing trio+choro bc they remind me of my friends. but yeah even if hes 'plain’ i dont see why thats a bad thing. n this they always have the most interesting body language like despite kara being So Much his body language was always closed off n singled him out as everything But exuberant and bright, and osos quirks like how he stands on his toes a lot had always been so cute… its relaxed and open n screams Talk To Me!!!!

ahh but i always end up thinking oso was. oso??? theres not much to say that i havent before but i do think that he was a lot more like he was in episode 2 when ranting to chibita about having shitty brothers and then actively Chose to be a good brother even if he wasnt a good person and be a stable rock and be someone they could all come back to at the end of the day. and hes good at math im never letting this die.

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7. Spooky stories in the mergucket au also sounds really good, like Stan could be telling his kids of stories of his and Fords adventures on distant seas when they were on the ship (exaggerated probably), and then Ford coming by and being like "yeah, he actually punched a giant squid in the face"

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7. Spooky stories

Ehhhh this didn’t turn out like I wanted to, but I’m not used to writing spooky stories, even if it’s someone else telling a spooky story.  But here, have a write that ended up way longer than I planned on making it.

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              Stanrelaxed in the reclining chair he had stolen from a sunken ship, his eyesclosed.

              “Daddy,are you sleeping?” a voice asked.  Stanopened his eyes.  The youngest of hischildren, five-year-old Emmett, tread water in front of him.  A few green scales fell off his tail as helooked at Stan expectantly.

              “Nope.”  Stan sat up straight.  “What’s goin’ on, sport?”

              “I’mitchy.”

              “Yeah.  That’s what happens when your permanentscales start comin’ in.”  Stan patted hislap.  Emmett eagerly took a seat andnestled against Stan’s torso.  “I can’treally do anything about it, y’know.”

              “Yeah.”  Emmett scratched his tail.  A single scale flaked off, revealing tealunderneath.  “Itches, though.”

              “I know,buddy.”  Stan ruffled his son’s hair,thinking.  “Hey, how about I distract youwith a story, huh?  You’ll forget allabout the itching.”

              “Thatsounds nice,” Emmett mumbled.  His eyeswidened.  “Ooh, can you tell one fromwhen you were human?”

              “A humanone?  You sure?”

              “Yeah!”

              “Okay.  Lemme think one up.”

              “Nomaking it up,” Emmett instructed.  Stan gaspedin faux offense.

              “Make oneup?  My own son, accuse me of making thingsup?” he said in a scandalized tone.

              “Ma says halfthe stories you tell us are fake.”

              “What?  Well, she’s lying.”

              “No, I’mnot,” a voice said.  Stan and Emmettlooked up.  Angie had entered the room atsome point.  She leaned against the wall,watching her mate and son with a small smile. “Yer a showman, is all.  You haveto exaggerate stories so that they sound more interestin’ than they actuallywere.  Which, in my opinion, ispointless.  You’ve lived a rich, fulllife, darlin’.  You have plenty of excitin’truthful stories you can tell.”  Angietilted her head.  “You fought a lot ofmonsters back when you were human.  Maybeone of those stories?”  Stan paused tothink.  He nodded.

              “Okay, Igot one.  Emmett, do you wanna hear aboutthe kraken that I beat off, back before I had even started dating your ma?”  Angie’s eyes widened.

              “No, notthat one,” she hissed.  Emmett grinned.

              “Yeah!  I wanna hear it!” he chirped.  Angie sighed.

              “Great.”

              “Hear what?”Daisy asked, swimming into the room.

              “Dad’sgonna tell a story from when he was human!” Emmett said eagerly.  Daisy’s jaw dropped open.

              “What?  Dad, you were gonna tell Emmett a humanstory?”

              “Uh,yeah.  He wants somethin’ to distracthimself from losing his guppy scales.”

              “But youweren’t gonna let the rest of us know?” Daisy scolded.  “I know fer a fact that Molly would wannahear a human story.”

              “I mean,if anyone else wants to hear, I guess they can,” Stan said.  Daisy promptly darted off, shouting for hersiblings.  Angie shook her head.

              “Yertellin’ the kraken story to all our guppies?”

              “You’rejust upset ‘cause you don’t get to save the day in that story,” Stan said.  Angie rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

              “If yasay so.”  Angie took a seat on the rockingchair.  Three brightly colored streaks zippedinto the living room.  “Hello, girls.”

              “Hi, Ma,”Danny said obediently, sitting on the floor in front of Stan with herclutchmates, Daisy and Molly.  Angielooked around.

              “Where’syer lil brother?”

              “Rightthere,” Daisy said, pointing at Emmett sitting in Stan’s lap.  Angie scowled.

              “Not thatbrother.  Yer other one.”

              “I’mright here!” Emory shouted, swimming over. Angie patted her lap.  Emory gladlysat there, panting slightly.  “They swimso fast.”

              “Yersisters are older than ya, sweetie,” Angie said softly.  She ran her fingers through Emory’s caramel-coloredcurls.  “And yer a bit of a slowpoke.”

              “I was sleepin’.”

              “Whenaren’t you?” Daisy said snidely.  Emoryglared at her.

              “Daisy,be nice,” Angie said.  She nodded at Stan.  “Go ahead, dear.”

              “Allright.”  Stan adjusted his seat slightly.  “So. Years and years and years ago, I was on the Stan O’War with your UncleFord.  Your Uncle Fidds was there, too,and so was your ma…”

—– 

              Fordpeered into Angie’s mouth.

              “It doeslook irritated,” he mumbled to himself.  “Butnot like, say strep throat.”

              “So-” Angiestarted.  Her voice cracked and fadedbefore she could say another word.  Shecrossed her arms, irritated.

              “Stoptalkin’,” Fiddleford scolded.  Angie blewa raspberry at him.  Fiddleford looked atFord in concern.  “Any idea what sort ofsickness might be causin’ this?”

              “Thereare a number of human illnesses that can cause laryngitis,” Ford said.  “Are you sure it’s not a mer disease?”

              “Positive.  Mers don’t lose their voice.  Ever.”

              “Maybe it’sa cold,” Stan suggested.  “I had one a coupleweeks ago, remember?”

              “A cold?”Fiddleford said slowly.  He looked atAngie.  “Angie, are ya cold?”  Angie shook her head.

              “No, it’s-”Stan started.  He sighed.  “Ford?”

              “It’s amild illness called the common cold,” Ford explained.  “We call it that because it becomes moreprevalent in colder weather.”

              “Ah.  Okay.”

              “It isone of the easier ways to lose your voice,” Ford said.  Angie huffed irritably.

              “How longwill she be stuck like this, do ya think?” Fiddleford asked.  Ford shrugged.

              “A fewdays to a week.”  Angie’s eyes boggled.

              “A week?”she mouthed silently.

              “Ya don’thave a cure fer it?” Fiddleford asked. Ford shook his head.

              “No.  One of the biggest struggles of modernmedicine is the search for a cure to the common cold, as a matter of fact.”  Angie groaned loudly and slumped in herchair.  “If it’s as dangerous as you sayfor a siren to lose their voice, maybe she should stay on board until she’sbetter.”  Angie straightened up again,her eyes narrowed.

              “I mean,to be fair, the best way to get better from a cold is to have soup,” Stansaid.  “And I don’t think you can havesoup underwater.”

              “Angie,are ya fine stayin’ on the ship fer a while?” Fiddleford asked.  Angie looked away, visibly frustrated.

              “Fine,”she managed, her voice creaking.  Shecoughed.  “Ugh.”

              “Yeah.  Having a cold sucks,” Stan saidcheerfully.  Angie scowled at him and madea gesture that, to merfolk, was presumably incredibly rude.

—– 

              Five dayslater, Stan wandered into the galley, looking for a snack.  Angie was already there, digging through thefridge.

              “Hey,Angie,” Stan said.  Angie gruntedwordlessly.  “Looking for food?”

              “Why elsewould-”  Angie’s voice cut off.  She groaned.

              “Why elsewould you be in the fridge?” Stan finished. Angie nodded.  “Good point.”  Angie closed the fridge forecefully.  “None of those seaweed things you like?”  Angie shook her head.  “Yeah, I think Fiddlesticks ate the last one.”  Angie scowled.  She stormed out of the galley.  “If you’re gonna kick his ass, wait until Igrabbed some popcorn!” Stan called after her. A sudden, vicious shudder ran through the ship.  Stan grabbed the wall in an attempt to steadyhimself.  “What the hell?”

              “Stan,get out here!” Ford shouted from the deck. Stan rushed out of the galley.  Hestared at the monster looming over the ship. It looked similar to an enormous squid, dark red, covered in large bumpsresembling warts.  Its large yellow eyeswere full of menace.

              “What thefuck is that?” Stan asked.

              “A kr-”Fiddleford started.  His voice gaveout.  He glared at the monster like itwas personally responsible for him catching Angie’s cold.  “Kr-”

              “Kraken,”Ford finished.  “Under normalcircumstances, this would be no problem. From what Fiddleford has told me, sirens regularly sing krakens awayfrom colony boundaries.  It’s veryeasy.  But given that both of sirens onboard are effectively mute…”

              “It is aproblem.  Got it.”  There was a loud crash from belowdeck.  Fiddleford froze, his eyes wide with panic.

              “Angie!”he croaked.

              “Angie wentto her room?” Stan asked.  Fiddlefordnodded.  “I’ll go get her.”  Stan rushed belowdeck, following the distinctivesound of splintering wood to the storage space Angie had taken over while shestayed on board.  He reached for the doorhandle.  The door abruptly came off itshinges.  Stan stared.

              Angiehissed as she used a large piece of wood to beat off a large tentacle.  With yet another loud crash, a secondtentacle burst through the side of the ship, wrapping itself around Angie.  Her eyes widened in terror.  She opened her mouth to scream, but no soundcame out.  The tentacle began to pullAngie through the hole it had punched in the side of the ship.

              “Shit!”Stan yelled, suddenly realizing he had just been standing still, watching Angiefight off a vicious sea monster on her own. He looked around for a weapon and spotted a knife.  “I’m coming, Angie!”  Stan picked up the knife.

              “Gkk!”Angie choked out, pointing at the suckers on the underside of the tentacle grabbingher.

              “On it!”  Stan stabbed one of the suckers.  A stream of green blood poured from thesingle wound.  The kraken released Angie,retracting its tentacles in pain.  Stan helpedAngie up.  “Why the hell didn’t you use aknife if you had one?”  Angie scowled athim.

              “Did-thnk f-” she managed.  She stomped herfoot irritably.  “Sng!”

              “You…didn’tthink of it because you usually sing?” Stan tried.  Angie nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”  Stanlooked down at his feet.  Water was enteringthe room through the holes the kraken had made. It was already ankle-deep.  “Weshould probably get outta here before we drown.”  Angie snorted.  “Fine. Before I drown.  C’mon.” Stan dragged Angie back to the deck. “Oh, fuck.”  Fiddleford and Fordwere nowhere to be found.  Stan lookedaround, dread building.  Out of thecorner of his eye, he saw something large and dark red approach.  He braced himself for impact-

—– 

              “And thenI-”

              “Dad?” Dannyinterrupted.  Stan looked at her.

              “Yeah?”

              “Emmett’sasleep.”

              “What?”  Stan looked down.  Sure enough, Emmett was snoring softly, curledup in his lap.  “Aw, man.  And I was just getting to the good part.”

              “Why don’tyou finish your story?” Molly asked.  Sheleaned forward eagerly.  “It was getting reallygood.”

              “Nah, Emmettasked for the story.  I’ll wait until hewakes up to finish.”

              “But-”

              “Thatsounds like a good plan to me,” Angie interjected.  “I think you have some homework to doanyways, girls.”  Molly, Danny, and Daisygot up reluctantly, grumbling.  Afterthey had left, Angie looked over at Stan. “Emmett fell asleep right during the scary part.  I hope he don’t get nightmares or somethin’.”

              “It’s nota scary story, though.”

              “To aguppy, it is.  Remember what the girlswere like when they first hatched?  Afraidof their own shadows.”

              “Oh,yeah.”  Stan idly stroked Emmett.  “That’s why you didn’t want me to tell thatstory?”

              “Part ofthe reason.”  Angie grinnedcrookedly.  “The other part is that I wasa real doofus durin’ that whole thing.  Imean, I literally had a knife in my room, but I was fightin’ off a kraken witha piece of wood?”

              “Yeah,that was a dumb thing to do,” Stan agreed. Angie chuckled.  “Good thing I wasaround to punch it and save the day.”

              “Obviously.”

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1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

Never, that’s bad.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

7

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Bryce “Assbag” Walker

4. What is your favorite word?

Besides “fuck,” it would probably be “ugh” lmao.

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

Short.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

“Why is my rash still on my face?? Ow??” It still burns and itches it’s great.

7. What shirt are you wearing?

HA JOKES ON U I’M NOT WEARING A SHIRT I’M WEARING A DRESS AHAHAHAAAA LOSER

8. What do you label yourself as?

A bitchy, yet sensitive nerd with self-confidence problems lool

9. Bright room or dark room?

d i m

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Uhhh,,, I actually think I was sleeping for once. I’m usually not asleep until like 12:30 or later wow

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

Unborn ;)

12. Who told you they loved you last?

I’m pretty sure it was my mom.

13. Your worst enemy?

My pains (there’s actually this one chick at school who I want to fight because she was abusive in a relationship with one of my closest friends and she dares to be “clueless” and acts like “oh, I’m the victim, poor me. I don’t know why you hate me.” and it’s so annoying oh my god I seriously want to fight her. ask me and I will tell the entire story).

14. What is your current desktop picture?

I don’t currently have my own computer because mine decided to shut down for no reasons and lose thousands of my photos but y’know it’s whatever. My phone’s lockscreen is a picture of flowers I took, and my homescreen is another picture of a black tulip I took.

15. Do you like someone?

Kinda? I can’t really tell.

16. The last song you listened to?

“Think About Me” by dvsn

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

Uhh, Trump

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

The girl I mentioned earlier (number 13)

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

Monty - I’d have him love the shit outta me

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

I like my eyes?

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

I would probably look exactly the same just more masculine?

And I would not be a douche bag (like Bryce “ASSBAG” Walker)

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

I can make some bomb-ass fries

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

Does trypophobia count?

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

A grilled ham and cheese (preferably provolone) sandwich :)

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

My bank account :) I need to put money in my savings account and I need to pay off my phone for another year and nine months or so ;) responsibility amirite

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Probably Arizona. I have family there that I haven’t seen in at least two years.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

Uhh psh idk man

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Don’t be a dick

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Still the word “fuck”

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

My books

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

MmmmmmMmm save my dog Bosco from dying because he was a sweetheart

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Some unknown island ;)

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

The kid that had died a couple days ago at my school from the flu.

34. What was your last dream about?

I have no idea ?

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

Clarinet? Uhhhhhhhh suure

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

No? I don’t think so?

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Definitely I live in Washington and whenever it snows, I play in it (I also go to Steven’s Pass every few years,,,, I love snowboarding sm)

38. What is the color of your socks?

Black

39. What type of music do you like?

I still have a playlist.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets because they’re always so peaceful (unless I’m doing something like chores obviously), but if I’m like at the beach then I just quietly watch the sun set over the ocean and it;s great.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Caramel

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

I don’t sports

43. Do you have any scars?

One on my knuckle from doing the dishes.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I don’t fuckin know

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My insecurity lmao

46. Are you reliable?

I like to think so

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Do I become less anxious and insecure???????????

48. Do you hold grudges?

Not really?

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

Idk

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

All of my late-night conversations

51. Are you a good liar?

It really just depends honestly

52. How long could you go without talking?

As long as I want unless I’m mildly pissed off because then I will go off on you

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

All of them probably my third grade hair cut, it was shoulder length with straight across bangs. It looked horrible with my face shape.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

Bro, I’m like a great baker and chef, of course I have. I’ve made my own cinnamon roll dough. I couldn’t finish making the cinnamon rolls because I started puking that night, but they would’ve turned out great, my mother said the dough looked good.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

Nope, I’m horrible at accents.

56. What do you like on your toast?

Butter and a cinnamon-sugar mix. It’s real good.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

An eye

58. What would be you dream car?

I don’t know the first thing about cars so idk

One that runs well

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

No, but I would if I lived alone. I’m too shy lmao. I sing to myself alone in my room though.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

Definitely.

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

Not very often at all

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

A

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Wouldn’t a dragon be a dinosaur? Dinosaurs

64. What do you think about babies?

They’re cute if they’re not related to me/I don’t have to take care of them for free lmao I hate myself

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

I’ll just give you a fun fact about myself: I almost did roller derby (if you don’t know what it is, look it up) in the third grade.

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