#she gets brown accents because how the fuck do a brown and ginger cat and a black cat have a white kit

[sprout-battlecats]

frostfur

[jovialyouthmusic]

Special Delivery

Fabio moves in, and Martin questions my judgement.

Word Count 2987

A/N Just a fluffy piece of self indulgence. A few swear words. 

No under 18s please

7 A New Lodger

The morning dawned bright with autumn sunshine, and I woke to find Ginger on the bedroom windowsill looking longingly out at the field behind the house.

‘Sorry Ginge’ I apologised. ‘It’ll be a while before you get to explore.’ He turned back to me, making a noise that told me he was a little disgruntled before he jumped down to demand breakfast. ‘Well it’s a good job you like Fabricio, he’ll be moving in today’ I said, leaning down to scratch his head, and he rose up to meet my hand and leaned heavily on my leg as if to say less talk, more food.

As I left him to scarf up his kibble, my phone dinged with a message from Martin.

Hey Lisa, Sue’s out for the day, want me to come up and do some gardening?

I’ll be busy today, soz

Well duh, was offering to help. I have cake.

I looked at the phone and sighed. Martin would find out sooner or later, so I’d better call, I thought. He picked up almost instantly.

‘Hey Martin, we need to talk.’

‘I can be there in ten.’ he replied eagerly, scenting gossip.

‘I – uh, I’ll be out in half an hour, that won’t work.’ Martin’s tone changed.

‘Okay Lisa, what have you done?’ he said darkly.

‘Funny story.’ I laughed apologetically ‘My friend slash brother is gong to be my new lodger.’ I heard him suck his breath in.

‘Please tell me you mean at Jackson street – no, wait – that would make him a tenant. For fucks sake Leese, he’s moving in with you?’

‘Kind of.’

‘He either is or he isn’t. Shit, you only met him less than a week ago.’

‘Please don’t freak, Martin. It will be fine. Ginger likes him, and he’s a great judge of character.’

‘Ginger also likes chasing mice and leaving their corpses by your bed.’ he scolded ‘This guy delivers pizza for fuck’s sake.’

‘Okay, if you’re going to carry on being negative I’m going to cut you off.’ I took a deep breath as Martin remained silent. ‘It’s just a temporary thing, he’s looking for modelling jobs. It’s what he does, he’ll be off on a shoot for a few days and then come back. He just ran short of funds and had to hole up for a while. This way he has somewhere nice to live and will be able to make more money before he goes home.’

‘Why don’t you just rent him your old place?’ Martin asked.

‘It’s not ready yet, and it would be too expensive.’ I paused for a moment, and he waited, the silence oozing sceptiscism.  ‘It’s different here Mar, the neighbours are too far away to notice if I fall down the stairs, break my neck and Ginge decides I’m dinner. I’d feel safer having someone around. I was going to advertise for a lodger anyway. This way I have someone to help out straight away.’

‘Right. Did he pressure you into this, Leese? Because that’s manipulative.’

‘No, he didn’t. It was my idea. He did say he was getting bad vibes off some of the others in his building, but that was after I offered.’

‘Think hard now, Leese.’ Martin persisted ‘No big hints, no puppy dog eyes?’

‘Puppies have brown eyes, Mar. Fabio’s eyes are grey.’

‘You know damn well what I mean.’

‘No, no hints, no pleading, no sob story. I’ll be fetching him soon. He’s got Dad’s old bike and he’ll take that to work and back.’

‘Well I suppose it’s too late to stop you.’ he said reluctantly ‘But the moment anything seems off – anything negative, let me know. I’m going to be checking up on you – every day, you hear me?’

‘As long as it doesn’t trigger Sue.’

‘To hell with Sue. If she doesn’t understand…’ he paused ‘Look, I can still come over today, so he knows I’ve got your back.’

‘If you want to bring over a housewarming present I guess I couldn’t stop you. Even if it’s only a pot plant.’

‘Cake.’ he said assertively. ‘How does two this afternoon suit you?’

‘I can make sure we’re in – I’ll make like it’s a surprise.’

‘That sounds like a cunning plan. Okay Les, see you later.’

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Fabio rang me later, and I went to his flat to pick him up. He was waiting outside with a large wheeled suitcase and his backpack. I got out to open the boot, and he came round to swing his suitcase in before lightly touching my shoulder and kissing me on the cheek.

‘Gracias, Lisa.’ he smiled ‘This means so much to me. I love to stay with people who live in the places I visit.’

‘De nada.’ I said, and he grinned even wider as I told him you’re welcome in his native language.

‘Your accent is very English.’ he said. ‘But I also have an accent, so we are even.’ He smiled ‘Wait a moment please, there is something else’ He vanished back into the house and came out again holding a large bunch of flowers. I blushed furiously as he handed them to me and again kissed me on the cheek.

‘Oh Fabio you shouldn’t have’ I protested. His lips lingered near my ear for a moment, sending shivers down my spine.

‘I have a bottle of wine in my bag. Tonight we get drunk together, no?’ I laughed nervously.

‘Just a little.’

‘Si, solo un poco, just a little.’ He pulled away and I put the flowers carefully onto the back seat. We got into the car and belted ourselves in before setting off. he leaned back in his seat and watched the passing streets.

‘How was the gym?’ 

‘Muy bueno. Very good, my belly will be flat soon, you will see.’ he said, patting his stomach. I swallowed at the thought of his muscled torso. ‘How is your cat? Is he happy in his new home?’

‘He wants to go outside.’ I said, glad of the distraction. ‘He has to stay in – you must be careful when we get there. Don’t open the kitchen door until the porch door is closed, and don’t leave your window open.’

‘Cómo no – of course.’ he replied. ‘Tonight we eat together, yes?’

‘Yes, I thought perhaps some salmon and salad, will that suit you?’

‘Muy Beuno, delicioso.’

‘Ginger will be happy, he loves fish.’ 

Once at the house, Fabio took his suitcase into his room and I put the kettle on for tea.

‘I’ve got some soup for lunch, you can have some if you like.’ I offered as he came out of his room a little while later. He accepted, and I set about getting things ready. Ginger came down from the upstairs bedroom and rubbed himself around Fabricio’s legs.

‘Can I pick him up?’ he asked. ‘He won’t bite?’

‘No, Ginge is very chilled – relaxed. If he wriggles put him down.’ The cat allowed himself to be hoisted up and started to purr as Fabio scratched his chin and ears.

‘We get on well, you and I.’ Fabio said ‘together, we look after Lisa, yes?’ Ginger wriggled, and he put him carefully back on the floor.

‘I think it’s me looking after you two.’ I joked as I handed him the bread to take through to the dining room.

‘We all look after each other then.’ he smiled. We sat and ate lunch quietly.

‘Is there anything you want to do today?’ I asked ‘There’s a wood nearby, we could go for a walk, and perhaps tomorrow we could go out to the coast.’

‘There are beaches?’

‘Yes, but it’s too late in the year and too cold to sunbathe or go swimming. It’s mostly estuary here anyway.’

‘Estuary?’ 

‘Where the rivers go into the sea. It’s tidal, not proper seaside.’

‘Ah entiendo – I understand.’ He reached out to take my empty bowl and stood to take the dishes to the kitchen. ‘We walk later – now I must read my emails and send one to my mother.’

‘The internet’s all set up, I’ll give you the password.’

‘Let me wash up, senora.’ he said, and I blinked at the formality of ‘senora’, but said nothing.

‘Okay, just leave it to drain and I’ll put it away. I have some sorting to do upstairs. Remember, don’t let Ginger out.’

‘Lo siento. Call me when you are ready.’

Once upstairs I spent some time sorting out clothes, and calculated when to go out so that we would be back before Martin came. I decided not to leave it to chance and texted him to delay him a little longer, then went down to find no trace of my lodger, so I tapped on his door.

‘If you’d like, we can go out now.’ I suggested. He appeared quickly, pulling on a jacket and holding a pair of boots to replace his trainers.

‘It’s not such a tough walk as the hills.’ I explained ‘But if you wanted to go running it’s a good route.’ We set off down a nearby side road until we hit the entrance to the wood, and turned off to take the path. He agreed that it was an excellent place for running, save for the odd dog walker who had omitted to clear up after their pet. We were out for just less than an hour, turning back when the sky started to darken and arriving back as the first drops of rain started to fall.

‘Lisa.’ Fabio said ‘We should talk more about me being here.’ I felt a little thrill as we stood together in the kitchen, me fussing with cups ready to make more tea, more to occupy myself than anything else, feeling a little awkward. Martin would make an appearance soon, I thought.

‘Oh yes?’ I asked ‘What did you want to say?’ He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned back on the kitchen counter.

‘Well’ he said ‘I said I want to be more than a brother to you.’ I tried to keep my expression neutral, wondering where he was going with the conversation, a sick excited feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I hadn’t answered him, he went on ‘Before you invited me to live here’ he continued.

‘Yes, that’s so.’ I responded, and he stood clear of the counter.

‘I don’t want you to be uncomfortable’ he said, holding his palms out to me ‘I would never do anything you don’t like.’ My heart hammered in my chest. ‘You have no boyfriend?’ he asked as I remained silent, mind whirling. ‘Do you like men? Did someone hurt you?’ I laughed awkwardly.

‘That’s a lot of questions.’ I said, taking a deep breath. ‘No, I have no-one special right now, yes I do like men - and no, nobody hurt me. I’ve had – a few relationships but nothing that lasted more than a year or so.’

‘You look for your someone special?’ he asked ‘Someone who’s not just staying for a few months?’

‘I don’t know’ I said ‘I’ve not had much luck so far. I think – Fabio, it’s not easy. My heart tells me one thing and my head another.’

‘Your heart tells you what?’ he smiled. I felt a little dizzy.

‘It tells me…’ at that moment the doorbell rang, and I jumped violently.

‘Hey Leese!’ Martin’s voice came from outside the porch. I was frozen for a moment, and Fabio looked startled. I tore my gaze away from him to go and answer ‘I was just passing, can I come in? I brought cake to celebrate your move.’ Martin said, winking broadly. I cursed his sense of timing and plastered a smile onto my face.

‘Martin, what a surprise. We were just making tea.’

‘We?’ he asked innocently, handing me a box.

‘Umm yeah – you met Fabio.’ I lead him into the kitchen and Fabio shifted self consciously, flashing his white toothed smile. ‘He’s my new lodger.’ The two men shook hands.

‘Hello again.’ said Martin ‘You’re a lucky man, finding a place like this to stay – and Lisa, of course. How did you meet again?’

‘Now come on Martin.’ I said ‘I know how you take your tea. Go through into the lounge and I’ll put this out onto a plate.’

‘Excuse me.’ Fabio said. ‘I go to the bathroom, wash my hands.’

‘Here, let me see to the cake.’ said Martin loudly as Fabio left the kitchen.

‘Well that was fucking subtle.’ I hissed at him ‘asking him how we met. I don’t want you to scare him, just be polite and interested.’

‘You know how I feel, Leese’ he answered in a low tone.

‘Well your timing was just great, Einstein. Here, take the cake through, we’ll have it in the lounge.’ In minutes we were all seated, Martin on one end of the couch and Fabio at the other, the cake and plates on the coffee table. Martin sat back, foot balanced on his knee, and Fabio leaned toward me, elbows on his knees. I took a slice of the cake and offered it to Fabio

‘Just a little.’ he said. ‘remember, I must look good for work.’

‘It’s easy to work this stuff off.’ Martin assured him ‘special low calorie stuff.’ I snorted

‘He’s lying.’ I sighed.

‘Joking, not lying’ he retorted.

‘So, Lisa didn’t tell me very much about you’’ Fabio said, regarding the cake before turning to Martin and asking ‘How did you meet?’ I laughed.

‘Well played, Fabio. We met at Tai Chi class, and Martin also did yoga. He takes his own classes now, in Ashtanga yoga’ Martin sat up straight and puffed his chest out a little.

‘Oh, my brother’s sister does Ashtanga’ Fabio said. ‘Es muy dificil – very difficult. You must be very fit to teach it.’ Martin smirked a little, his ego stoked.

‘Oh, do you do yoga?’ he asked in a slightly superior tone.

‘No, I go to the gym, I run.’ he replied. At that moment Ginger came into the room, obviously disturbed from a nap by our voices.

‘Hey little man.’ Martin said. ‘How’re you enjoying your new home?’

‘He’s not allowed out yet.’ I explained.

‘Oh bad luck, fuzzface’ he said, reaching down to scratch his head. Ginger ducked away from him and sat by me, regarding the cake with interest.

‘No cake for you.’ I said ‘If you’re staying in, you’re not getting enough exercise, so short rations I’m afraid.’

‘Oh pobre gato.’ poor cat Fabio said, reaching out with his hand and flicking his fingers. Ginger went over to him for some attention and sympathy.

‘Well will you look at that.’ said Martin. ‘the little fella likes you.’ Fabio shrugged

‘Cats like me. Ginger is muy chulo – a cool cat.’

‘El gato churo?’ I asked. Fabricio threw back his head and laughed.

‘I am here to learn English better, not teach Spanish.’ He turned his gaze to mine ‘Have you been to Espana, Lisa? It is a beautiful place. I go to Madrid, to Barcelona. Muy hermoso’

‘No, I’ve not travelled outside Britain, I get stressed out travelling.’ His face fell.

‘Oh but travelling is so exciting.’

‘I love going to new places, it’s getting there that I’m not keen on.’ I explained ‘I’m scared that I’ll miss my flight or get lost.’

‘That is very sad.’ he said, then his face lit up ‘You should come with me on a shoot, I look after you.’ Martin cleared his throat and glared at me.

‘Well I need to get Ginger settled before…’ my voice trailed away.

‘Is just an idea.’ Fabio said, and took a bite of the cake. ‘This is good.’ he waved it at Martin. ‘You make this?’ Martin made a sour face.

‘No, my partner did. Stress baking.’ he looked at his own slice and took a bite ‘I think she makes it to make me fat so I can’t teach yoga. Most of my students are women, and she’s very possessive.’ Fabio’s eyes widened for a moment. He reached over and patted Martin’s knee sympathetically.

‘That is too bad. Take her some flowers, make her feel special.’ Martin’s eyes flicked to the flowers in the window, the ones that Fabio had bought for me.

‘She’d just think I’d done something bad and was trying to compensate.’ he sighed ‘Honestly Leese, I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I can see me moving back in with my parents.’

‘I have a spare house for rent.’ I grinned. He rolled his eyes.

‘I’ll stick it out a bit longer, thanks.’ We all chatted on, and the atmosphere settled to a relaxed ambience, albeit with a few undercurrents. Before long we had finished the cake and tea, and Martin announced he had better go back before Sue got home. I walked out with him to his car, the grass wet from the rain shower earlier.

‘Well I guess either he is a nice guy, or he’s not shown his true colours’ Martin said ‘But did you see how he put his hand on my knee earlier? Gay.’ I snorted.

‘It’s just his Latino mannerisms.’ I reassured him. ‘You can’t judge him by our buttoned up British standards.’ He tutted, then threw his arms wide for a bear hug. I leaned into him, feeling his reassuring solidity. He drew away and smiled ruefully.

‘You take care, Lisa. Any funny business, any steps out of line and call me. I’ll be here in a shot, never mind Sue.’

‘Thanks, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary.’ I assured him. ‘I’ll keep you updated.’ He got in the car and wound down his window.

‘Knickers on, legs crossed.’ he told me gravely before he reversed, turned, and pulled out carefully onto the road and I waved him goodbye.

[agarariddle-andhernachos]

FIRST FLOOR PEOPLE

Tom Riddle x Hermione Granger

Summary : Tom couldn’t stand the pink sticky notes anymore. He just wanted to burn them and burn the person who kept leaving them on his door. But 1A, his neighbour was hot. Not hot but beautiful. God, she was so beautiful. And her laugh ? She always laughed.

  The elevator had always been broken. It was even written on Tom’s lease. However, it had never been a real issue for Tom, he didn’t mind climbing one story to reach his apartment. But on this night, Tom would have given anything for the elevator to work. He was exhausted and had a severe headache.

 As he climbed up the stairs, his grocery bags becoming heavier at each step, he kept insulting his boss in his head, wanker, twat, arsehole, wanker. One story later he let the bags fall onto the floor and looked for his keys in his pocket. His cigarette pack fell on the floor, followed by his car keys. He sighed and finally rose his head towards his door.

 Here it was, the fucking pink sticky note.

 In order to fully understand what this sticky note means, let’s go back four months before.  

 As Tom left his apartment on this winter morning he noticed movers outside his building. He noticed them because the large truck was parked in front of his car, preventing him from leaving.

This was the first bad impression among a lot to come. Angry, he took out a green sticky note from his bag along with a pen.

As he started walking, instead of driving, to his new job, the green paper stood out stuck onto one of the beige boxes.

 - Fuck you, you and your moving truck. Ps : Welcome to the building arsehole. -

 But what Tom had not thought about was that the same boxes, sans the green sticky note, were all gathered in front of his neighbour's door, on the first floor, when he came back from work.

“Fuck me.” He muttered as he entered his apartment. He threw his keys in the storage pocket by the door and went directly to the fridge to grab a beer. He approached the french door leading to his little balcony, removed his shoes, carefully placed them on the left corner then lit up a cigarette.

The next morning, a pink sticky note was stuck to his front door.

 -Hello neighbour, would you mind not smoking, the smoke enters my apartment and bothers me. Thanks a bunch ! 1A-

 Tom carefully took the note in his right hand, inspected it, sneered and threw it on the ground.

 This note had not stopped him from smoking, it actually did the opposite. Tom was quite enjoying bothering his neighbour. However, when he went outside on this night he saw what seemed like animal faeces. It was indeed animal faeces after further inspection. Tom stood and stared at the shit on his balcony. It was not from a pigeon or any bird. Then, he heard it.The cat. Meowling from the terrace belonging to his neighbour, proud of having tarnished Tom’s balcony. That was how Tom started writing his own note, on his green paper.

 So every single day, they left each other their complaint. 1A about his smoking habits and him (1B) about the fucking cat.

At first, they were polite and understanding, but as time went by they became ruder and threatening.

 So here was Tom, looking at the pink sticky note, his car keys on the floor next to his pack of cigarettes. It simply read :

 -Go die alone in a hole you and your fucking cigarettes you wanker. 1A-

 Tom laughed, at least they had the same kind of insults. At first, he used to throw them away, but now he kept them, knowing he could use them a leverage one day. He picked up his belongings, opened his door, grabbed a beer from the fridge, went on his balcony and lit up a cigarette. As he put his earbuds on, he noticed that the cat had not shat here today. He checked that the light inside 1A’s apartment was turned off and pressed himself to the left side of the balcony. 1A’s side of the balcony.

  As he blew the smoke he made sure that it went directly into the apartment. Yes, it was petty, but so were the sticky notes.

Tom simply closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the music. Suddenly, his cigarette was no longer his hand but slowly falling down into the street. He turned around.

The first thing he saw was her curly chestnut hair, then her brown eyes, then her pink lips where he could easily read “are you fucking kidding me?”. Tom took out his earbuds.

 “Do you even know how much a pack cost nowadays ?” He barked.

“Are you fucking serious ?” The girl almost yelled. “You were blowing your smoke inside my apartment.”

“You have no proof.”

“I just saw you.”

“Still no proof.”

 She froze at that and simply looked at him. The cat was the one to break the silence. Both of their eyes fell on it. The girl put her left foot in front of her pet to stop it from going to Tom’s terrace.

“It’s going to shit on my balcony !” Tom pointed at the cat. It was the ugliest cat he had ever laid his eyes upon. It was chonky, ginger - closer to red - , cross-eyed and most importantly it looked like the most stupid living being on earth.

 “No he’s not.” 1A defended her animal.

“If Satan comes, once more, on my balcony, I swear to god it’s going to end up like the cigarette. One story below, dead on the pavement.”

“You’re a psychopath !”

“You’re the mental one with your little sticky notes ! You belong in a fucking mental institution.”

“You write them too.”

“Just because you started…”

“Actually you did ! On my moving day !”

 Tom stopped talking, because she was completely right but he would never admit it.

“Well, you…” Tom started but stopped as he heard a strange noise. Like someone was scratching something. More like something was scratching his bloody shoes. His eyes widened at the realisation and he eagerly turned around.

“Crookshanks.” The girl muttered through gritted teeth. “Come back right now.”

Tom picked up the cat out at arm’s length.

“Don’t drop him !”

“I’m not going to drop it.” Tom snapped as the cat began to move in his hands.

“You’re holding him wrong.��

“Just take it !” He shoved the cat into her waiting arms and threw an evil glare at the chubby animal.

Tom picked up his shoes and inspected the mess Satan had just made.

“You owe me new shoes.” He told the girl.

 She was cuddling her pet, her eyes soft and a mocking smile on her lips. It was like she was congratulating her cat for destroying his new pair of shoes. Tom simply went back inside his apartment, violently closed the french door and exhaled.

 “Fuck me. She is hot.”

 *****************

 “So how is 1A ?” Abraxas laughed as he joined the lads in the booth.

“She’s mental.” Tom grumbled.

“So it’s a she ?” Dolohov smirked in his thick Russian accent and shared a knowing glance with the six other boys surrounding Tom.

“Is she hot ?” Isodor asked.

“Stop talking about her. I’m trying to enjoy the night.”

“So that means yes. You slightly blushed, you’re currently playing with your beer tag, you…”

“Oh shut up Thorus.” Tom defensively snapped.

“And you’re on the defensive. Yes, she is clearly hot.” Thorus laughed as he fist bump Milton Mulciber seating in front of him.

 Tom simply rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. He had told his friends about 1A, the entire story, and they always enjoyed scheming about what Tom could do next. But he just realised that now that they knew she was hot, they would try to get him laid with 1A.

 “So, what does she look like ?” Edgard Lestrange asked.

“Well, girl, hair, eyes, legs. You know.” Tom shrugged.

“Come on Tom.”

“What ? What do you want me to say ? That she’s really pretty ? That she has beautiful eyes ? That she has legs for days and that her lips are really kissable ?”

“You sound like a girl mate.” Isodor mocked him.

“Oh fuck you then.”

 On that Tom rose from his seat and went to the bar to order another drink. As he waited for his beer he looked at his friends and saw them chatting altogether, sometimes throwing him a little glance. They were plotting. He knew it. The bartender gave him the glass bottle and Tom nodded as a thank you.

 “So, what do I do next ?” He asked the lads as he sat back with them. “Hide something on her balcony ? Like a dead fish or something ?”

The silence that followed his ideas was both embarrassing and heavy.

“What ?” Abraxas finally said. “No, no, you're not going to do any of that. You’re going to be charming, buy her flowers, invite her to a nice dinner.”

“Why would I even do that ?”

“To get laid mate.” Dolohov laughed.

 *****************

 Four beers later, he left his friends at the bar and went back to his place. He had not seen any pinky notes since their altercation two days prior. Tom would not admit that he smiled when he saw it that night, nor that he was waiting for it. But he was definitely relieved. He read it.

 -If I find another ash on my balcony, I swear I’m going to end you. 1A-

 Tom was about to take the note but noticed that the bottom of the paper was rolled around something. A cigarette. He simply smiled.

 Then Tom began his daily routine : He threw his keys in the storage pocket by the door and went directly to the fridge to grab a beer. He approached the french door leading to his little balcony, removed his shoes, carefully placed them on the left corner then lit up a cigarette.

 Of course he blew the smoke inside her apartment, and made sure of leaving ashes all over her balcony.

 *****************

 His weekly “date” with Olive Hornby had just finished. Tom put back his clothes on, nodded at the naked girl on the bed and simply left her apartment. He cursed as he saw that it was raining outside. Thankfully she was not living far from his place and he simply had to walk a couple of minutes to join his own apartment complex. As usual, it was there. Tom took it to read it inside, sheltered from the rain. Once he was on his balcony, a cigarette on his lips, he read it. It was simple, witty, funny and threatening. Tom smiled to himself.

 “You do like them.” He heard from his left. Tom startled a bit and turned his head to see her sitting on a chair, her cat on her lap and her eyes filled with malice.

“Maybe I do.” He smiled. She smiled back.

“Would mind smoking on the other side of the balcony ?” She asked him. Tom sighed but obeyed.

 There was a reason why he always smoked on the left side, apart from bothering her, the right side was obstructed by several pieces of furniture. Tom tried to get comfortable but failed, so he finally decided on leaning against the guardrail.

“What are you reading ?” He asked. She lifted her head and closed her book.

“In Search of Lost Time.”

“Proust ? Really ?”

“What do you have against Proust ?”

“It’s boring.”

“No it’s not. It’s beautifully written. Exquisite vocabulary, profound…”

“Profoundly boring.” He cut her.

“Yes it is boring.” She snorted. “But I promised my best friend I would read it.”

“You should change your best friend.”

 She laughed at that and Tom couldn’t help but smile a little at the delightful sound. Tom realised at this moment, as she carefreely laughed, her head slightly falling back, that she was not only hot, but simply beautiful.

 “So what’s your name ? Or should I keep calling you 1A ?”

“You haven’t checked ?” She genuinely asked.

“Check what ?”

“My letterbox.”

“Oh…” Tom realised that he could have done that month prior. But he also realised that she had checked. “So you’ve looked for my name, on the letterbox.”

She looked at him. “Yes I did Tom. I couldn’t keep calling you wanker.”

“Fair enough.” Tom laughed. “But I still don’t know your name.”

 1A rose up and approached the guardrail separating their two balconies. He mirrored her and they stood in front of each other. She put out her hand above it.

“Hermione.”

He took her hand and smiled.

“Hermione.” He repeated.

 *****************

 She was not on the balcony when he went home that night. It had become a little routine. They would meet each night on their respective terrace and talk. She would still ask him to smoke on the right side and he would still complain about the cat. But she would fondly smile at him when he pouted about not being comfortable and he would laugh at her witty remarks. And maybe he had petted her cat once. Maybe.

 He exhaled the white smoke and tipped his head towards the night sky. His day had been long, too long. Tom was currently wondering why he was still working there, he couldn’t stand his coworkers, his boss was a pain in the arse and the job in itself was not even interesting.

 “Have you eaten yet ?” He heard Hermione asked her in a hurry.

He turned his head and saw her, just her head poking out.

“Hello to you too.” He snorted.

“Answer me. Have you eaten yet ?” She pressed him.

“No I haven’t.”

“Good.” She went back inside her apartment, leaving a puzzled Tom behind. She came back a couple of seconds later with several containers of Chinese food. She put them on her small table.

“You are quite hungry.” Tom snorted.

“Ron was supposed to eat here so I ordered for three, because he eats like two, and he just bailed on me.”

 Tom didn’t know what to answer.

“The one that gave you the book ?” He tried to sound casual.

“No that’s Harry.”

 Tom nodded. Cool cool cool he thought to himself.

“Do you have a chair in your apartment ?” She asked him. Tom was still lost in his thoughts, trying to find out who this Ron could be.

“Sorry ?” He blurted out.

“A chair. To sit on.”

“Oh yes, yes.”

 He went inside to fetch one.

“Do you want a beer ?” He shouted for her to hear.

“Yes please.”

He grabbed two and settle in front of her, only the guardrail separating them. She handed him some noodles with chopsticks and they began eating.

“So how did you meet this Ron ?” Tom finally asked, his eyes stuck on his food.

“We’ve always been together, since pre-school.”

Cool, cool, cool.

“We kinda followed each other from pre-school to uni.” She continued.

Cool, cool, cool.

“Do you want to try mine ?” She offered. Tom rose his head and saw her casually sitting on her chair, smiling at him.

“Sure.” Tom was uneasy. His mind kept going back to Ron. What was he like ? What did he look like ? He needed answers. “How is it going then ?”

“It’s getting quite long now. But you know I like it, I can really see myself in the future continuing like that.”

 They’re going to get fucking married. Cool, cool, cool. Tom was only nodding, unable to speak more about the subject.

“Tom.”

He didn’t answer and kept his eyes on his Chinese box.

“Tom. Tom. Tom.”

He finally looked at her. Hermione had put both of her chopsticks in her mouth and mimicked a walrus. He burst out laughing. She laughed along. As he looked at her, he realised that he was fucked.

 *****************

 Abraxas Malfoy had insisted on joining Tom grocery shopping with Dolohov. He could hear the Russian doing god knows what behind them as they walked in the alleys. They stopped in front of the wines.

“I’m fucked.” Tom told his friend.

“What ?”

“I’m fucked Abraxas. Don’t you understand ? She has a boyfriend.”

“Oh, you’re talking about 1A.”

“Of course I am talking about her ! You’ve put the idea in my head that I could get laid with her, so I thought why not, I got to know her and of course she is not only fit and beautiful but funny, intelligent, witty and has a fucking boyfriend.”

 Abraxas and Antonin stared, both of them quite taken aback by the little speech their best friend gave them. Tom took the bottle of wine, the fruity pink wine, and put it in his trolley.

“You picked the wrong wine.” Antonin Dolohov pointed out.

“No I didn’t. It’s her favourite.”

“Oh man, you’re clearly fucked.” Abraxas patted his back.

 *****************

 When he went outside that evening, he saw her writing on a pink sticky note. He delicately closed the french door behind him, and leaned against it, watching her writing him a witty note.

“Is that for me ?” He finally asked after thirty seconds.

 “Christ.” She jumped with surprise and try to hide the note with her hand. “Why are you home this early ?”

“Is that for me ?” He repeated cheekily.

“No it’s for 1C, of course it’s for you, you twat. There are still ashes on my balcony Tom.”

“And Satan is still mistaking my balcony for his litter. So, what does it say ?” He put both of his elbow on the guardrail separating them and tried to catch a glimpse of the note.

“You’ll see when you get it…” She started but she began coughing. A lot. She stood up and went to the other side of the balcony. “Have you put lavender on yourself ?”

“What ?”

“Lavender. I’m allergic.”

“Hum, yeah my friend sprayed something on me at the pub…”

“Fuck me. I hate this smell, on top of being allergic it always reminds me of Lavender Brown. I hate her. But she’s Ron’s girlfriend so I’m supposed to like her.” She said between coughs.

 “Wait what ? What did you say ?”

“I’m allergic to lavender.”

“No, no I got that, after. You’re not Ron’s girlfriend ?”

“What ? God no.”

“I’ve been thinking that for months for fuck sake Hermione !” Tom got a bit mad.

 Hermione just looked at him. “Is it about last time ? I was talking about my classes at Uni. I’m tired of them, but I see myself becoming a lawyer in the future.” She stopped for a second and a big smile appeared on her lips “That’s why.” Tom furrowed his brows, encouraging her to keep explaining. “That’s why you’ve never asked me on a date.”

Tom stopped moving, he just kept looking at her. His mind was rushing, ask her, I’m going to ask her out, she’s single, god she’s single.

 “Well ?” She said after a little while. “I’m waiting, Tom.”

“Yeah, I, well, yes.” Tom stuttered. Hermione laughed at his flushed face.

“I would love to go on a date with you Tom.” She sneezed. “But take a shower first.”

 *****************

 The next morning, Tom felt good. Really good. He closed the door and locked it before noticing the pink sticky note.

 -Take a good look at the ashes you spread on my balcony Tom, because it’s gonna be you soon once I’m done burning you down.-

 Just below this charming note, Tom could see something that she had added in a hurry, written with another pen.

 -Thanks again for the date. I really loved it. 1A-

 Tom stood there, in the middle of the two doors, smiling to himself. He hastened to take out a green sticky note and a pen.

 -Tonight, meet me on your balcony at 8 P.M-

 *****************

 Tom had left early, he had called Milton after leaving the note this morning and had practically begged him to help him cook.

While his friend was finishing cooking the chicken, Tom took care of readying the balcony. He had the idea of putting a wooden board on the guardrail, he then covered it with a white cloth.

Tom went back inside and heard his neighbour entering her apartment.

 “Milton, fuck off.” Tom hurried his friend.

“What ? But the chicken is not done yet.”

“I’ll take care of that. Thanks mate.”

 Tom hurried back outside and saw her, grinning. She was wearing a red summer dress.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

 They both sat down. They laughed, Tom couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed that much.

 Her laugh was warm and contagious. It reminded him of the first summer nights, when the cold gives way to the warmth, when the nights are not so dark anymore.

 And her smell, god her smell. The citrus scent of happiness and youth. The smell Tom wouldn’t mind falling asleep to for the rest of his life.

 Her eyes, glittering with malice and fondness when she looked at him.

 The way she talked as much with her body as with her mouth. The way she leaned towards him unconsciously as if she needed to always be closer. The way he needed her to be always closer.

 Her, simply her, in all of her glory. The allegory of beauty.

 “Tom ?”

 Tom lightly shook his head to tear himself from his thoughts.

“What ? Sorry.”

She laughed. She always laughed.

“I was wondering when you’ll ask me to come over.” She smiled.

“Would you like to come over, Hermione ?”

“I might.”

 *****************

 A door violently closing woke him up. He put his hand on the other side of the bed, trying to find her, but she wasn’t there. The bed was still warm though, the sheets still messy from their night. He sat up and slowly opened his eyes. The room was basked in the early light of the sun. 7:00 AM. Tom went to put his hand through his hair when he felt it, stuck to his forehead. A pink sticky note.

 -I had a lovely evening. Next time, I cook and you come over. I’ll call you during the day. PS : I’m already late for work, I have to take my car. Thanks a bunch wanker. Don’t you dare steal my parking spot. Hermione -

 Tom fell back asleep to the scent of citrus.

 *****************

 Two weeks. He hadn’t seen her, or heard from her in two weeks. He had waited that day, she hadn’t called. So he had waited for her on his balcony, she hadn’t come. He had heard the cat, meowling but she never went outside. She never went outside anymore.

 At first, he wondered what he had done wrong. He recalled every single thing they did together to find out when he messed up.

 Then, he became angry. He could hear the doors, steps, someone living in this apartment. Yet, she never went outside anymore.

 He left her sticky notes. She didn’t anymore.

  *****************

 He was outside, smoking. Tom told himself that he was not waiting for her anymore, yet every night he stood on his balcony, stealing glances at hers.

“Hi.” A small voice said. Tom turned his head.

“Hi.” He answered then put out his cigarette and was ready to get back inside.

“Wait. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry ? Ok. And what am I supposed to do with that ?”

“Don’t be like that Tom. It has nothing to do with you.”

 She was as pretty as she was two weeks prior. Her eyes were still sparkling and she was wearing the same dress she wore the last time he saw her, as if she was taunting him.

 “Nothing to do with me ?” Tom repeated, anger slowly rising in his guts. “Why didn’t you call then ? Why did you leave ? Two weeks. I haven't seen you in two weeks. You’ve been avoiding me for two fucking weeks Hermione. Or should I call you 1A ? It’s not like we mean something to each other, right ?”

“You’re acting like a child...”

“Like a child ? You’ve been ghosting me for two weeks, and I am the child ?”

 They both stopped talking, lost in their thoughts.

“Why are you here ?” Tom finally asked.

“I’m here for you.”

“For me ?” He lit up another cigarette. “I don’t need you. You can leave. You have my blessing.” Tom spat. “You can fuck whoever you want. Yes, I’ve heard the voices. The male voices inside your apartment. I was just another notch on your belt.”

“Tom…”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

 She just looked at him.

 *****************

 He came back home after work with a precise idea in his head. He went directly for the balcony and saw her already there, waiting for him.

“Let’s start over.” He started. “You’re 1A, I’m 1B. Tom, Hermione. I smoke, you don’t like that. You have a cat, I don’t like it. That’s from where we start again. How about that ?”

“We can’t and you know it.” She answered.

“No, I don’t. Explain it. You’re the one who started flirting with me. You’re the one who wanted to come over. You’re the one who started this entire thing with your sticky notes.”

“Actually you did ! On my moving day !” She retorted in the firmest voice he had heard for days.

 Tom was taken aback.

“I feel like we keep having the same conversations.” He realised.

“Because you do.”

 *****************

 Olive Hornby was currently sleeping in his bed. He couldn’t stand the idea of laying next to her. It didn’t feel right. So he went outside, to clear his head and smoke a cigarette.

“Had a fun night ?”

He snorted at her comment.

“So you avoided me for two weeks and now I can’t even have a moment alone without you. Leave already.”

“Do you really want that ?”

 He turned his head and noticed that her skin looked paler under the moonlight. She didn’t have the same sparkle in her eyes as she used to. She seemed tired.

“I had a fun night actually.” Tom spoke up.

“You’re lying to yourself.” She snorted. “You’d be with her if it were the case. Seems like you can’t forget me.” She answered in a soft voice.

“You can’t say things like that.” He snapped.

“It’s just the truth Tom. And you know it”

“Stop playing with me !” He took a step back and faced her. “Why do you keep coming to the balcony ?”

 She stayed silent.

 “Why do you keep coming to the balcony if you don’t want to be with me anymore ?” He repeated, a little louder this time.

 She just kept looking at him.

 “Say something !” He barked.

“I should leave.”

 She turned around.

“Don’t ! I-”

But she already left.

 *****************

 Tom was sat against the wall, the guardrail on his left.

“I’m crazy. I think I’m going crazy.” Tom stated.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who belongs in a mental institution.” Hermione snorted in a small voice.

 He looked at her. She seemed so far away. She was tired, her eyes were dull, her lips were not a pink as he remembered. And she never laughed anymore.

“Why don’t you laugh anymore ?” He asked her. “You used to laugh so much. That’s what made me fall in love with you. You were so full of life. Always laughing, always had something to say. Now it just feels like I‘m the only one talking. Like I’m talking to myself.”

 A silence settled between them.

“Am I crazy ?” He whispered.

“Why do you say that ?”

“Because I’m still talking to you.”

“You can always talk to me.”

“No. Not like that.”

 He sadly smiled at her.

“If I could go back in time, to that night, I would do so much more. First, we wouldn’t have stayed in. I would have shown you my favourite part of the city, you would have shown me yours. We would have gone to a library, because you’re a dork. Then we would have gone to my favourite bar and I would have offered you a glass of your favourite fruity wine. Hell the bottle if you wanted it ! Then you would have met my friends, and they would have loved you. Because, what’s not to love ? Finally we would have come back to your place. You leave earlier for work, it seems logical. Because you wouldn't have been late then, you would have walked to work like you usually did instead of taking the car. And I would have spent the night basking in the smell of citrus.”

 His eyes filled with tears.

 “I miss it.” He repeated several times. “I miss you. But I think we should go our separate ways.”

“Do you want that ?”

 Tom looked at her one last time. She wasn’t even looking like herself anymore, he couldn’t even really remember what she looked like anymore.

 “How do people who’ve seen ghost really know they’re seeing ghosts ? Maybe they’re just all crazy.” He sighed taking a drag on his cigarette, Hermione leaning closer, a worried expression on her face.

 “I used to want to see a ghost. Then, I thought I did, but maybe… Maybe I just went crazy instead.”

“Why do you say that ? Why you would want to see a ghost ?” She asked.

“I guess I’ve always hoped I could see someone who had died. Someone I cared about.” He said glumly.

“Like me ?” She murmured.

 He looked at her balcony. He looked at the wilted flowers that used to be full of life, because she took care of them. He looked at the windows, that hadn’t been open for weeks now, since Ron and Harry came to move out her furniture. He then looked at the floor, the one she used to clean every single day because he had the habit of spreading his cigarette’s ashes on it. Now it had not been cleaned for a month.

 Finally, he looked at where she was a couple of minutes before. She wasn’t there anymore.

 “Yeah, like you.”

[spacegaywritings]

Communication of Silence - Chapter 10

Sorry for the late update. The next chap is safe but the one after might have a delay. I will update you. The current situation is causing me a lot of work and issues, so it is struggle time.

Everyone be safe and treat yourself and others with kindness♥

ao3 link! story under the cut.

  The door leaned into its frame and lazily stuck around.

 Dee leaned down to give Virgil’s forehead one last kiss.

 “Be safe. Drive, like, slow or whatever... d-don’t get hurt, okay?”

 She laughed.

She was even more beautiful whenever she laughed.

 “I will be safe and sound. And you will be too. You will go to therapy tomorrow or on Tuesday - otherwise I will cancel.”

 Virgil commented with a scoff and significant eyeroll.

 “Who are you? My sibling?”

 Dee’s deer brown eyes gained another layer of depth and the emo could not help but sigh in defeat. He could feel her

 “Good night, my love. Take care of Patton.”

 Virgil stepped back to support the door in being so close to home and so far from the beauty leaving their proximity.

 “Good night, Dee. Love you. I know.. I will.”

 She smiled at him and disappeared down the staircase, hat covering her head and coat making sure that not too much of her handsome self would be unleashed onto this world all at once.

  He went back inside and told Patton goodnight.

Just thinking about the ginger made Virgil hurt inside.

 This while weekend had been a whole mess of ups and downs.

 Not eating again, passing out on physical exercise and seeing his precious rat and older sibling again.

And having Dee meet the others just felt like the weirdest blur ever.

All in all, it felt.. not that bad.

Well, that was for hid diary to decide.

 He just had to sit down and list all the happy things he had done today and how much he liked. His pages would soak it up and he could make a recap of the week.

 In a few days, he would be old enough to drink alcohol, legally.

It was wild.

Just last year, his life was in shatters and he had tried putting it back together and now he was in a rather stable home and he had a person who respected him and family and friends and even a place where he could study.

 Life really did get better.. somehow..

That was nice to know.

 He smiled when he got back into his and Logan’s shared room.

 “That was certainly something, today”

 Logan greeted him with a voice, more neutral than Switzerland. Even his face looked absolutely untouched, for a sculptor to be sculpted.

The emo cleared his throat and trotted over to his mattress, losing more and more clothing as he progressed.

He was comfortable with taking his jacket off around Logan - or his hoodie in that case.

 The hoodie landed on the mattress first and Virgil groaned as he simply threw himself onto the mattress, shirt coming off and pants half-way following as he lazily wiggled around.

His legs’ movement slowly died down and he commented on it with yet another groan.

 “If you mean something, as in a fuckton of bullshit and feelings, then yeah - you are right.”

 His words came out like spit. It was sudden, forceful and in front of a certain amount of emotions.

A sigh escaped his lips and Logan turned to him, glancing over his roommate’s laying form.

 There was something about Virgil in only shorts.

Logan could see colourful as much as black ink .

 When Virgil drew his hand through his hair, he blinked.

 “Another tattoo? I did not see this one before.”

 The emo curled up and pulled at the clothed he had just shed, forming a little pile of them.

 “Yeah, uh... I ..um”, he started but broke off.

The words were too stubborn to work for him so he simply swung his body back into a sitting position and let his right arm stretch over the edge of Logan’s bed.

 “There you go. If you wanted to see it. I got it this weekend so you could not have seen it before..”, he trailed off and looked at Logan who was adjusting his chair to face Virgil’s body.

He could look at the other without twisting his back in any awkward way, now.

 He could see an arrow, several symbols and words connected by strings and colours.

It mostly looked monochromatic but the emphasis was made with certain accents of different shades of colour from the rainbow.

Enticing.

Logan did enjoy examining tattoos. He found the patterns to be calming and it was fascinating to see what kind of decoration people paid to embed in their skin.

 The meanings.. oh, they were also a good point - considering someone had a deeper motivation behind getting certain motifs.

 “May I ask what this.. foil is?”

 Indeed, as Logan pointed it out, there was some sort of invisible foil strapped over the new design.

 “Ah, yeah. They give you that as protection for the tattoo. It is so the open wound created can, like, heal up without anything getting into it. Others might just instruct you to put some stuff onto it every time the skin is dry. Like, they give you special tattoo lotion that is sort of anti-bacterial or whatever. But with this weird foil uh.. or whatever you wanna call it, you just leave it on and then moisturise three times a day. You keep it on for.. two weeks, I think. Yeah, I think it was one or two. “

 Virgil blinked.

 “I forgot but I put a reminder in my phone so I will not miss it. I just keep forgetting these kidna things, every now and then.”

 He shrugged.

 Logan nodded.

 The invisible patch reminded him of water-proof band-aids. Considering the looks of it, they probably served as something like this.

He had never known about any of these techniques.

 Virgil smiled at the nerd.

His lips hung a bit low despite being curled like a melon slice.

 “Why did you .. I mean, why do you get all these tattoos? Do they mean anything to you or is it just for the aesthetics?”

 The other snorted and leaned back onto his bed.

 “You are funny Logan. You really are.”

 His voice seemed to purr and his words were dancing into Logan’s ears. Sounds were swinging and the fierce smile of his friend was sensually sprawling over the elder student’s vision.

  He cleared his throat.

 “Anyway, this is some kinda sibling bullshit thing. I have been meaning to do that for a while already and finally got to it.”

 Virgil looked down at his arm and played with his dirty laundry.

Just... pushing at his hoodie.

Hey, that one was actually good to wear again at least one or two more times. Hoodies were so hard on catching smells that he loved them even more.

They were the kind of low maintenance clothing he needed in his life.

 “I only recently finished the sketch for it so my sibling went ahead and got it this weekend. I got it the day after so we could go and be there for one another..”, he licked his lips, “you know, sibling shit and all. I kinda fell asleep when I got mine. The vibrations are sort of relaxing and the sound is soothing.”

 Logan chuckled.

 “I never heard of that.”

 The other got up and put on his hoodie again, no shirt for underneath. His boxers got changed and he put his dirty laundry into the nearby basket.

 “Hey Virgil?”

 A hum could be heard.

 The man was fishing inside of his sleepover bag and eventually got out a book.

 “Do you sleep enough?”

 The words fell onto the ground like a judge’s gavel hitting the desk.

 “uh... where did that come from?”

 He laid down but made sure to glance over at Logan.

All he could see was his back since the other was sitting at his desk, writing away as if he was not just starting up some conversation between them with this particularly hot topic.

 “Where did that evasion come from?”

 Oof.

Gotcha.

 “I swear to the stars, Logan, you are a treat.”

 Virgil chuckled and the IT student put his pen aside.

 “You are awake, no matter when I wake up. You fall asleep in weird places, at odd times. I saw you doze off at work - now even at a tattoo parlor when enduring pain? You stated looking paler and more stressed these days and even your eye rings appear to be much darker than I observed before. Therefore, I concluded you might lack sleep.”

 Virgil scoffed at him but did not dare deny his words.

It was true.. not that it was that hard to make out just how sleep-deprived he was but Logan really hit the nail.

 “However, you seem more refreshed when you visited your friends or your sibling. I assume you sleep together?”

 Virgil started scribbling into his stupid diary update therapy shit book thing.

Nerdy, yeah..

Still, it kinda helped him so he did not complain. He actually kinda dug the book and enjoyed writing into it.

 It was empowering to see the good happening in his life or just writing down some shit he felt bad about so he could find out how and why he was more anxious in certain times.

 He hummed.

 “I uh.. don’t take it personal but.. I just can’t relax here. I .. I am.. It is not because of you.”

 Fuck, he sounded like some cliche guy breaking up with someone.

 “Uh, I mean.. This is my problem. I am just stupidly anxio- I mean.. I am anxious a lot and it is hard to sleep and shit but it is okay.”

 He bit his lips.

...self-deprecation was high again.. He put a 6 on his one to ten scale.

 “It happens or whatever. It is not like I am the only person to ever have sleeping problems or whatever.”

 His shoulders shrugged.

 Meanwhile, Logan noted down Virgil’s response.

 “Fellow lover of Bunny Smashskull, would you fancy sleeping in the bed with me?”

  Virgil’s mind stopped for a moment.

Tha..there was more than a bit of information packed into this short sentence.

He.. uh..

 “I- what?”

 He blinked and Logan opened his mouth again to start speaking but Virgil rose his hand, eyes hardening.

 “What do you mean with that sleep thing?”

 His whole body seemed to resemble a cat arching its back. If he had a tail, it would be all fluffy and big, every hair on his body would probably stand up like crazy.

Logan’s brows furrowed together.

He had expected his friend to reacted with a bit more confusion and less... whatever this was. But his words suggested that if Logan did not take careful steps, he would make his friend leave.

 He already sounded as if he was halfway out of the door.

Virgil had a place he had never mentioned before... now that he thought about it, it felt as if he had stopped talking about himself at all ever since he had moved in. Safe for some moments, they had barely talked at all because he was just staying away a lot.

 Was Virgil avoiding him?

 “Virgil, not sleeping is very unhealthy and while I am not your caretaker, I am your friend. As a friend I am expressing my concern for your health as a lack of can increase the risk of many diseases and illnesses to break out - mental and physical ones alike. I noticed you falling asleep with me on the couch despite the amount of people around us, so I suspected that bodily warmth next to you might be beneficial for your sleeping cycle.”

 The emo looked at the nerd, his shoulders immediately dropping to a regular position. The cat fur was smooth and nice again.

He looked so small and tired.

Not once have the dark circles looked as miserable as during this moment.

 “You are.. worried?”

 The words came out in a rather silent whisper. The short sentence was once step before the other in a house with loud and squeaky wood planks when you were awake at night and needed a snack but did not want to wake up your relatives.

The emphasis on the last word made Logan question whether Virgil doubted him that much or rather his own worth.

 Both sounded bad.

 “Of course I am worried. Again, I am your friend and I want you to be well - as much as you can be. If sleeping together in a bed is out of your comfort zone, I would agree to you letting your friends sleep over if you keep it to a reasonable volume.”

 Virgil’s eyes blinked rapidly.

Logan fucking hated people in his space. When Patton as much as nudged the open door further open, the student of computer sciences would get all cranky.

Well, okay maybe he did not hate people but he did value his personal space and he took it very serious.

 Once Roman wanted to put his part of the laundry into Logan’s room and loudly announced at as he did so and Logan immediately rushed over and gave the other a more than hefty talk on respecting his boundaries, commenting on how he could have just dropped it in front of his room’s door.

He had said much more than that and Roman had eventually backed away and muttered something under his breath.

 Those things made Virgil wonder how and why Logan of all people lived with a person such as Roman but...

His face turned sour again and his chest hurt.

 He let out a whine but quickly formed it into a groan.

 “Ugh, whatever. We can sleep together and test your hypotheses or whatever, nerd. If that lets you leave me alone”

 His lips pulled into the top corner of one side.

Logan knew he did that in instances when Virgil did not feel upset at all. It was more an action of deliberation or rather uplifting feelings.

He needed to observe it further but he had found a connection between Virgil’s feelings and his lips pulling into a downward curve.

 “You would help me with my science project?”

 The words tickled Virgil’s nose and he had to smile away the weird feeling in his stomach.

 “Yeah, because we are friends and shit. Like, I care about you and stuff. But just because I had fucking biscuits and they gave me a really good mood.”

 Logan snickered and turned his attention back to his writing for a bit. It did not last for too long despite Virgil continuing his scribbles and whatnot himself. Eventually, the smaller student put his pen aside and closed his notebook.

 “Wait a moment. You fucking know Bunny Smashskull? I am awake, this is not a dream and you asked me about the band, right?”

 He sat up properly and put his notebook aside.

For now, his thoughts were too wild to focus again. His fight or flight reflexes had taken over too much of his logical reasoning once more.

 Logan was still writing, from as much as Virgil could judge.

Really, he could just see his back so there was not too much telling but his arm seemed to flinch a bit every now and then.

 “Log you fucking nerd, answer the question -”

 A smug smile stole itself onto his lips and he got up from his mattress to sit on the one-time-their bed. His notebook was cradled in his lap, just in case.

 The roommate shrugged.

 “So what if I did?”

 Virgil inhaled audibly.

 “Shut up, you do not - “, he started but paused mid-sentence, words stuck in his mind as he realised what he had said and heard so far. His voice dropped from a grand revelation in announcement volume to a low one in the regular fashion of discussing a secret between thieves.

“Holy shit, you do!”

 Logan back flexed but he did not speak.

Instead, he kept writing slowly, neatly for a bit longer.

 Virgil was tempted to walk over and look at his notes.. or to just put his hands on his shoulders and annoy him a bit but he did not know what Logan was writing.

He did not really want to know, really. Curiosity wanted to know for the sake of finding out whatever he did not know.

 “Log, fucking talk to me and talk to my face, you hear me? This is wild! I never took you for the type to rock it.”

 The nerd slowly turned around.

 “You never took me for the type? Very well, I was aware of my ability to hide away my interests but I did not expect myself to be that good.”

 He was tugging at his shirt as if to adjust a bowtie or a necktie. Something fancy and serious like the stuff people in suit would wear.

Come to think of it, Dee did this every now and then.

 Virgil leaned in.

It was time to bond and shit.

 “Your secret is safe with me, log. I promise.”

 Virgil shifted on the bed and patted a spot next to him.

 His friend took the hint and put his notebooks (multiple notebooks, alright, nerdy nerd) to their respective places.

And Logan damn made sure to took his sweet sweet time with it.

 “What’s your favourite song?”, he whisper-screamed to his friend.

 Their shoulders were touching and Virgil felt fuzzy in his mind.

He giggled.

This felt like a silly sleepover already and it seemed funny to him.

 Logan smiled and pulled his phone out.

 “My favourite songs is “Laws and bones break better than hearts” but I am biased”, he tapped a few icons on his phone and handed it over to Virgil for him to see a younger version of Logan.

 The younger one was still absurdly tall, still smaller than Patton - younger Patton - who was next to him. They were wearing black shirts with the band logo in front of it.

A crowd of people was behind them and Logan’s cheeks were red from heat and sweat but he was smiling and he looked breathless.

 Breathtaking, even.

 “You are biased because you went to a concert, you fucking traitor!”, Virgil exclaimed and nudged Logan’s side, “Can I swipe?”

 Logan agreed and he continued to go through the collection of pictures.

Hair disheveled and shirt too big, he was pressed against Patton and smiling into the camera.

 He barely got to see Logan so off-guard but it was.. refreshing.

It was much nicer than seeing him wear ties at work and keep going through flashcards before lessons so he could make a better impression or whatever.

 He barely knew Logan’s lips could do something as ambitious as smile so brightly.

 “You look really happy, Log..”

 He had reached the end of pictures.

It was Logan just hugging Patton close.

 “I got the tickets back there”, he explained as he took his phone back, “Patton knows nothing about any bands I like nor does he understand how I enjoy this sort of music. He just went ahead and asked random online strangers about which bands to recommend because he wanted to make my 18th birthday really special.”

 Logan’s lips formed the same alluring smile.

It was softer than feathers and lighter than wings.

He really seemed like a divine creature with his face smiling like that.

 “Looks like he got that right. I am in groups a lot and it is not that uncommon for people to ask for advice on new songs and artists but seeing a completely clueless person just join for a friend? That is wild. But it does sound like a thing Patton would do.”

 Virgil leaned back, his arms crossing behind the back of his head. He folded his hands over one another in his neck.

 “You giants are too friendly. Can’t relate.”

 His smirk was teasing.

 Logan got up and got the shirt.

 “I will sleep in this. I want to sleep in it.”

 Virgil chuckled.

 “You’re the boss, Log. I am not gonna fight you over a night shirt.”

 The nerd changed into his band merchandise and Virgil moved over to lay on his side and finish his journaling thing.

 “Diary?”

 He shook his head.

 The bed dipped next to him and the blanket started moving.

Virgil grunted back at the movement but a few more tugs had him move over so the blanket could be on top of them rather than on the bed only.

 “Journal thing for therapy. Sucks but it is also kinda helpful so I am trying to stick to it ‘n all.”

 He shrugged.

 “My favourite song is “poison”, by the way. Fucking underrated.”

 Logan laid down next to him and put his glasses aside.

 “It is a good song indeed”

 Virgil hummed.

 “ m done”

 He dropped pen and book onto his mattress.

 “uh.. let us try this.. this sleep thingy and all. Can’t go wrong, right?”

 His shoulders shrugged and he slid under the blanket with his friend. The smaller figure felt like a plank himself.

Virgil flinched and got up as soon as his whole body was in a sleeping position.

 “Fuck!”, he hissed and toppled after his notebook, “the light. Log, we are fucking stupid in the chilis tonight.”

 Logan huffed.

 “It is too late for memes, Virgil.”

 Virgil walked around to shut the light and slowly stumbled back to bed.

 “You can pull memes from my cold, dead hands, pocket protector. It is always meme time but night time is even more intense meme time.”

 “But to be fair, at least because of me you know that this is a meme”

 The blanket rustled from Logan’s body vibrating in his quiet chuckles.

 “You sending me confusing pictures and sentences during working hours is not educational.”

 Virgil settled in bed and curled up.

 “But I might have learned from it anyway, Virg.”

 It was his turn to chuckle and the emo made sure to get comfortable with his pillow from the mattress quickly being moved up to assist him.

And his blanket.

He still shared the blanket Logan was using but the more blanket, the better. Sleepy time was the perfect time to be warm and comfortable after all.

 They laid still for a bit. It was quiet and sleepy.

Outside, Roman could be heard. He was talking, probably to Patton but it was too far away to make out any words at all.

It was just Roman-ish noises.

 Roman was probably offended about something at work and needed to harass Patton about it even though that man was busy too and had worries too. Oh dear fuck, he really did.

Virgil wanted to just walk out and pull Patton into the happy slumber bed with him and Logan instead of letting him subject himself to Roman’s offended princey noises.

 Ugh...

But it was like nine in the evening and Patton would work on his study stuff before actually going to sleep. And Roman would just fuss around.

...It was already special enough Logan allowed Virgil to sleep in his bed after all they had talked about, after all he had been through.

 For some reason, he felt a bit ashamed to be in the same bed with him, to intrude so much but he quickly banished the thought.

Logan did not force himself to let Virgil into his bed. He had asked him and he was being upright about it and had napped with him before, on the same day even so.

 “Virgil?”

 The emo shifted a bit, his movements intentionally slow and uncoordinated.

He might not have been the best actor in the world but he knew how to pretend being asleep or waking up jut then and there. Years of training had taught him well.

Sometimes, experience was a much better teacher than getting a license and some degree.

 “mhm..?”

 His sounds were haphazard and sounded just silent, muffled and hidden enough to mimic the innocence of a person who was slowly detaching from the promising and sweet dreams of their mighty sleep.

 “Do you hate it here?”

 Virgil shifted more to the edge.

If he had to leap, he would.

 “What do you mean? I thought you wanted to sleep, not start a conversation.”

 He heard someone clear his throat.

Outside of their room, Roman was laughing and Virgil flinched.

A shiver ran down his spine. He pressed his eyes closed and held onto his sleeves.

 “You are not sleeping, let me talk to you.”

 He sat up and put on the lamp on the nearby nightstand.

Only Logan was enough of a person to have a night light with fancy nice light that did not hurt the tired eyes too much.

Coloured light was the only valid thing to ever exist for waking one up in the middle of the night.

 Virgil scoffed but followed his friend’s lead to sit up and whatnot.

Leaning against the wall behind him, he rubbed his eyes.

 “ugh, whatever”, he mumbled and tugged the blanket closer around him. Even then, he did not stop tugging and nudging the ends of it with his fidgety fingers, “what do you want, Log?”

 He sounded as if on trial for murdering a man and his hands were still pushing the murder weapon from one bloodied hand to the other.

 Logan meekly watched him, without glasses and only a bare minimum of light, it was difficult to make out what Virgil was doing or what he looked like.

 “Okay, okay. You go give me the talk, teach. What did I do?”

 The smaller student’s hand was hanging low and his fingers were fidgeting still as they resided in his lap.

Logan swallowed dry before he decided to answer.

 “You did not do anything, Virgil, please do not take my worries or my curiosity as offence. I was just wondering why you were so uncomfortable here.”

 The words easily made their way out of Logan’s mouth but for Virgil, they were less like releasing feathers to the wind and just watching them flow. It was pushing the big and heavy rock up the hill instead of Sisyphus and the chore was bound to never stop.

The shivers gave him goosebumps so bad he pulled his knees to his chest to preserve body warmth.

 “Who said I am?”

 Virgil was the still holding onto the metaphorical knife but it was so much easier to keep telling himself it was not him as he nodded his head as if to shake off the truth.

If he just denied the reality hard enough, maybe he could do it.

 “Virgil, please. It is obvious. Do you want me to point out every moment you made it clear you dislike being here? Only today you gave me so many pieces of evidence.”

 The friend exhaled.

His breath was a bit rocky.

Logan’s words truly had a punching effect on him.

 “If I say it, will you let me promise me to let it go and just move on already?”

 Virgil glared at him, eyes barely focusing on the man before him.

Even with the near-complete darkness they were in, Virgil could see Logan through his heavy bangs shielding his vulnerable face from the knowledgeable judge that was his nerdy friend.

 “If you are saying the truth, I might.”

 He scoffed.

 “I fucking hate you.”

His words sounded less bitter, more desperate and weak. Almost like a plead.

They were asking him not to press further on it.

 “It is him. Now good-fucking-night, Logan.”

 With that, Virgil turned around and plugged in earbuds so he could listen to something that was not Logan.

 The nerd gave up and fulfilled his side of the promise.

 It was not as if he had not expected that answer.

...He just had not expected Virgil to get so upset over it..

 The IT student called it and shut the lamp.

Despite the warmth in the bed and another person in it, he felt horribly lonely.

  It took him ages to fall asleep.

 Figuratively.

[incorrectcatfacestudios]

MID Fusion Headcanons

Using steven universe fusion rules alongside some of my own. 

 There will likely be another post like this one, a part 2 

So the rules

Emotions are shared. 

Memories are not shared, if one component doesn’t want to share a memory with another then the memory will not be shared.

Abilities gained are formed from both of their personalities

All the colored parts of their clothes change to the components combined colorscheme

They form based off of the characters perceptions of eachother, Making each of Ava’s fusions an ACTUAL POWERFUL SORCERESS

Their powers are multiplied by how much love/compassion each component feels for the other. Thus Noi usually supplies the most power to his fusions. Often new powers are gained.

Starting with Leif and Noi

A risk taker, 

DEFINITELY would be an entertainer, would want all attention to be on them at all times. A show off through and through

He would have very fluffy pastel pink hair. 

ALWAYS SMILING unless Leif is experiencing fear. Sometimes when one is feeling a negative emotion the other is feeling a positive one, this shows in their facial expressions. So sometimes the smile feels strained, fake, or evil.  IF ITS SUPER SERIOUS he will frown

gets SUPER JEALOUS REAL QUICK,and if they are not front and center or if someone else steals the spotlight from them expect Angry crying, and violence! :D 

 “HEY AVA! DID YOU SEE THAT?!? WASN’T I COOL!!! PLEASE TELL ME I WAS COOL! I mean I ALREADY KNOW I WAS COOL BUT-” 

Requires constant validation to feed his EGO. 

Flirtier than his components. 

BOUNDLESS ENERGY LIKE! WAAAAYY TO MUCH ENERGY 

Would dance around the battlefield with their newfound abilities like a performer. 

AMAZING AT SWEET-TALKING, and charming others 

Far more likely to use healing magic than Leif ever was. 

He has a tendency to angry cry. 

Would be much stronger at the beginning of the series than he would if they fused in episode 13

His weapons are duel cutlasses 

Noi enjoys the confidence boost he gains in the fusion while Leif enjoys the amount of JOY he feels doing things that would normally bore him. He likes seeing things from Noi’s POV.

Can disappear in a cloud of puffy sparkly smoke, 

 Very flexible, gains dancing skills

Can generate electricity within his body and ZIP ZOOP AROUND 

most of his magic is glittery and sparkly 

Wears lime green or olive clothing. has green eyes. has lime green horns 

So Leif views Noi as a kind hearted lovey dovey fool, while Noi views Leif as a bully and a psychopath, but also a powerful superhero who’s amazing. Hence why when fused they are a kinda mentally unstable performer.  

Leif and Rhys 

He would never form 

BY FAR ONE OF THE WEAKEST OF THE FUSIONS 

When first formed he has an impossible time deciding who he is or even staying together. he doesn’t have an identity or a voice. 

He Gains one much later as the 2 begin to understand each other more. 

Has a scientist surrounded by nature vibe to him. Like instead of metal machines he has ones made completely out of plants. Though he’d only gain this if Rhys and Leif were feeling particularly good about eachother that day. Or if they had a strong positive feeling keeping them together. Otherwise he’d be unable to create or even keep any of it. 

So yeah he can make a rocket out of wood, vines, & various other flora and fauna. 

He has a variety of high level technology yet all of it is made of wood, plants, or bone. 

If exposed to alot of media, and pop culture by the time he forms he would be a MAD SCIENTIST/ MAD DOCTOR character. 

Lots of maniacal laughter

If Rhys would permit it he can be quite cruel and preform some....interesting experiments on his enemies

Would be very interested in the world around and would LOVE TO DISSECT THINGS

his glasses turn into goggles

He’d probably have oversized scientist gloves

is likely to scream EURIKA!!!  

very forgetful. 

Wants to learn as much as he can no matter the situation 

when fused Leif experiences the curiosity Rhys feels and Rhys feels Leif’s LUST FOR BLOOD. 

 Would often find interest in human artifacts and objects finding joy in dissecting them and finding out how they work 

 has the ability to create unholy amalgamations from destroyed objects or  carcasses. 

He’d also gain the ability to control the growth of plants around him & manipulate them using the water inside. 

 Lightbrown/Ginger hair 

Wears alot of cyan 

Their weapon would be a whip of some kind. or a spear 

Studies alot on doctor stuff. wants to get a phd 

Has cyan horns like Pierce, though they bend in a way that combines both horns. and are much larger than either components

 Asch and Rhys

WOULD HAVE A FLUFFY POMPADOR 

Looks like a fucking greaser but their not at all

Always frowning 

VERY STRONG despite not seeming like it

Has Dark blue eyes, and periwinkle horns,  that curve backwards than forwards 

VERY POLITE & regal. 

Doesn’t really show much emotion, good at decision making, and a pretty rounded leader. though...their missing something.  

Knows when to take action and when to stand down. 

Can create smokescreens. manipulate water, fire & Ice

pretty stronk 

Asch’s leadership skills and Rhys’s good decision making mix together to create a perfect and rational decision maker.  

Has a lighter skin tone than Rhys but a much darker one than Asch.  

Probably gains a British accent for the poshness.

Will occasionally raise a hand to threaten you but then close it clenching his fist and continuing to talk

ASCH’S CAPE AND RHYS’S TRENCHCOAT COMBINE TO BECOME A BIG FLOWY CAPE COAT WITH A FLUFFY FUCKING HOOD BECAUSE THAT’S CUTE AF, their torso shirt is grey while they have Asch’s lil sash around their waist, ((it’d be purple)) and Rhys’s pants ((except a tad bit darker)) Rhys’s arm bands would cover Ashe’s bandages.   

Wears a lot of PURPLE, like magenta purple. 

checks himself out behind closed doors 

Adores being together. They just feel right 

Everyone goes to them for advice

Ava & Pierce 

has a blue scrunchy 

LONG FLOWING HAIR 

NEVER TALKS EVER, keeps to themselves even more than both of their components. 

Would HAVE ENORMOUS HAIR like......WAYYY TOO BIG! and scruffy. and they’d always be leaning on a big old cloud that they’d float on. 

Cats. CATS CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Has 2 floating arms hovering around them for petting cats. LIKES FLUFFY   

A very caring individual despite their cold standoffish nature

Constantly tired 

Seems like they don’t care about anything despite the fact that they do...far more so than anyone else even 

Has strong maternal instincts. VERY good with kids. & Loves children far more than either their components.

Will only wake up to pet cats or play with kids. 

The child loving part comes from Pierce. Ava notices that Pierce feels this way and encourages it. 

Only goes by They/ Them pronouns. Nonbinary 

Drinks like 50 cups of coffee a day trying not to pass out. 

Needs coffee 24/7 to stay awake cause otherwise they’d just get too comfortable with eachother and dose right off to sleep

Almost always cuddling something soft, weather it be a cloud they conjured up, Johnny, a plushy, Noi, whatever if its a soft and cuddly thing you can bet your ass that its in their arms.

Wears a mix of Ava’s pajama’s and Pierces Human Disguise. in Blue. That or a cat onesie    

Their not that bright but not that dumb either 

Ava enjoys this fusion because she gets to feel tall. 

They care for themselves. and take care to make sure they don’t get hurt. 

A very deep thinker, that likes to take their time in situations. VERY CREATIVE. 

stoic af

Their also very blunt and if annoyed will tell you “Your annoying. Go away” in a very sleepy slow manner. 

Tired af 24/7 doesn’t want to deal with anyones bullshit. EVER 

VERY POWERFUL 

When they sleep ((on a certain bed)) a giant forcefeild forms around them and a cloud gaurdian of sorts forms around it fighting for them as they dose off. 

Their weapon is a bed.   

The components feel this since of peace when together. While they do close off more they also just...enjoy eachothers company in silence. Expect long sessions of meditation from them . or just casual reading. 

They feel....very at peace and relaxed when together and hate being interrupted 

has purple eye’s. & Deep blue horns   

Pierce & Rhys

If exposed to enough pop culture by the time they fuse I feel like they would have a cop aesthetic. 

“You haven’t been causing any trouble now have you?”

Is always watching. Has new abilities to help him watch & keep the peace. 

Alot quieter than Rhys, but also like....more talkative then Pierce 

VERY STERN. and WILL stare you down 

An intelligent man, of course even smarter than Rhys. 

CAN MAKE HAILSTORMS 

can produce snow out of nothing. 

Wears Sky blue. 

Will often study others with compassion.

VERY MUCH LIKE A DAD 

May or may not make dad jokes 

HAS VERY STRONG OPINIONS OF ASCH ((They really like him)) 

He has light mocha skin, Fluffy curly brown hair done in a ponytail,  Dark Turquoise eyes , Dark Turquoise horns that curve backwards than away from eachother,  and a fake mustache. No one knows where the mustache came from but its detachable! 

DON’T SNATCH THE STACHE!!! They will lay down the law on you

The way they speak when they first fuse and when they later fuse are Pretty different

For the Original Incarnation“ You wouldn’t be planning on violating the RULES that our gracious prince has set for us RIGHT 𝙇𝙀𝙄𝙁”

  And for the 2nd incarnation they’d talk more like a T.V. show cop in certain situations. Though they’d still somehow manage to maintain this level of elegance despite it. (Mostly shown through his movements and tone))  

“ Roger that! Don’t worry Mrs. P I’ll take this troublemaker off your hands.” *Looks towards Leif “ HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR WEAPON TO A DEFENSELESS LADY !?! I wrecken your in for a day in the SLAMMER” 

The slammer is just an ice prison Rhys makes while in this fusion.   

Instead of a Cop at first the fusion would be a of a VERY POMPOUS knight. Like chivalry incarnate. Proper, Polite, Dashing, Kind, & Loyal these  Traits would carry onto its cop incarnate 

Their weapon is originally a sword with a magical crystal in the center but as they learn more about human culture it would change to a gun  

doubles down on watching literally everyone and IS ALL UP IN YOUR BUSINESS. 

This fusion basically says whatever it wants cause no one really knows whats going on in Pierces head and Rhys can just blame it on him without him actively caring about it, because he doesn’t. 

Another ability other than creating snow and hail would be making floating ice crystals  that can be used as a  “camera” of sorts. He can use them to keep a watch on the others 

Ava & Noi

One of the strongest of the fusions ((mostly due to Noi))

Nonbinary goes by She / her, they / them

because Noi views Ava as this powerful sorceress they BECOME a powerful magic user, and Ava Views noi as this mystical demon dude from dimension so as a result their fusion is this magical girl/boy/NB 

Wears red and has red eyes, with orange horns. 

Magical girl / Nonbinary aesthetic. 

Noi’s earnsty affects Ava in a way that causes her to be more honest. thus making the fusion very earnest in affection. 

They have a strong since of justice and a want to protect. out of love

Noi once again his honesty affects Ava in a way that makes her more transparent./loving 

Enjoys life to the fullest and having fun, as long as its not something stupid.

Quite literally loves themselfs....onesidedly its complicated. But they do enjoy themselves and rarely ever put themselves down. 

Their weapon is Noi’s daggers mixed with Ava’s phone or a toy she has laying around 

Can shoots out sparkles, rainbows, & various other magical girl esque attacks and has to call out their attacks to use them. 

All of their magic is magic Noi has never seen or heard of before. but they are ones Ava’s seen in anime or T.V shows.  Magical girl shows. 

They’d try to surround themselves with friends and people who like them and kind of be an attention whore. 

Probably the most outwardly friendly of the fusions 

Would love getting headpats 

Would also definitely wear many different aesthetic cat ears and post them all over insta. 

Tries to act cutsie wootsie for attention. sometimes feigns innocence to gain popularity

Noi & Asch

A COMPLETE BRAT, brings out all the negative traits from eachother.

EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL AND BAD AT HIDING IT 

Tries to act cool and together but really just a mess. 

They’d look like a really big imposing scary looking yet upset and almost crying clown? 

Self loathing x 10 

“I-I’m NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING!!  MYEEEEEEEEEH” 

Extremely passionate and LOVES hugging everything when happy and angrily screaming at everyone when mad. they are a literal ticking time bomb of emotions.  Though just because he loves it doesn’t mean he WILL hug he just likes doing it even if he doesn’t like to admit it . and will if emotional/impulsive enough at that moment in time, after which he will play it off and try to make up an excuse.  

Clumsy AF. 

Tends to get super jealous and wants to be a part of EVERYTHING 

Acts like a really proud child. 

Throws temper tantrums when they don’t get their way 

due to Noi’s more open attitude towards feelings and Asch’s intense emotions that he often keeps bottled up. They feel the full FORCE of both, All whilst trying to act like nothings wrong. 

He kind of hates himself but at the same time kinda doesn’t ? its complicated. 

EXTREMELY LOW SELF ESTEEM 

Wears orange, has light brown spiky hair, and light yellowy orange hair. His eyes are brown

Their powers also go off like an explosion. Usually his attacks are far weaker than either Noi or Asches. and they have lower stamina as well. Their powers build up and up inside of them until it bursts out. When they burst they do massive damage to pretty much everyone around them. Friend or foe. Its like a combustion of magic. Firey sparks and explosions in all directions. 

Their powers are linked to their emotions though the larger their emotional outbreak, and the more they let out the stronger the attack. 

Their weapon is a bunch of explosive bowling pins. that they juggle around.

Leif & Asch

Extremely likely to stab someone

Wears ALOT of gold. his hair turns a dusty grey color and his eyes are a dark teal. His horns become a golden yellow, The only pops of color on him besides gold and black are red & Green but only in gemstones. 

Values himself above all else 

ALWAYS SCREAMING 

Expect 10 times the villainous monologues 

“YOU WILL BOW BENEATH ME “ 

Loves showing their power through extremely violent means. 

Asch’s wrath and Leif’s crazy mix in a way that is just incredibly hostile to literally everyone. 

PRONE TO VIOLENT OUTBURSTS 

Hates being bothered 

“LEAVE ME ALONE! “ “ KNEEL PEASENT” “ HAHAHAHAAHAHAA YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ME?!?! HAHAHAHAHA! Stand down human. It’ll be easier that way. “ 

has Asch’s condescending attitude. 

Loves nothing more than bullying others and just making people feel bad. 

Also loves taking selfies. Like...too much. Has a tendancy to stare in the mirror for elongated periods of time admiring his muscles. 

Hates being ignored. Like many of the other fusions. this one gets the MOST pissy about it though 

Feels like everything in the world belongs to him and that he deserves it, fuck anyone who disagree’s I’ll just blow their heads off with my fire magic. 

Complimenting him and feeding his ego is the only way to stop his violence. Depending on how you do it that is. Like complimenting his strength could make things worse

has NO PATIENCE WHATSOEVER 

LAVA. They can create LAVA together. They melt them bitches down to Asch. 

Ava and Asch 

RAMPID CURSER

Ava’s salt mixed with Asches wrath. THEY ARE VERY ANGRY AND PISSY 24/7 

Kinda thotty. but also not? its complicated. Maybe forward would be the best way to put it

Lies constantly. Its never ending. Like they lie to everyone their friends, their enemies, their family, themselves. 

Will eat food off the floor. 

They are extremely rude and foul mouthed. They never seem to get along well with anyone and are prone to making death threats when annoyed. They never follow through with them of course but. 

One of the few ava fusions to fuse both of their regular attires together. a Reddish pink shoulderless jacket with a cape at the back. They have a FLUFFY light pink hood, and their pants are poofy towards the end with black and pink stripes. They also have asch’s arm sleeve thingy.

grows impatient REAL quick and is prone to use deadly force...well pseudo deadly force when angered

 Like stabbing

Literally pissed, annoyed, or tired 24/7 

Loves being in control of everything 

 In battle they constantly taunt their opponents. Using a disturbing variety of swearwords & unique Self-esteem breaking insults. 

Wears ALOT of pink. Has red eyes however. but their outfit is just a bunch of pinks and blacks.  

Nonbinary goes by he/him they/them 

The other 7 will be in part 2 I need time have to think of them. I’ll add more later! 

[marymacd]

IF YOU TOUCH ME, I WON’T BE STILL.

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

“𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍.” - Allison Argent, Teen Wolf

“𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎.” - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔.” - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

“𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.” - Eleanor Roosevelt, This Is My Story

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆." - Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Mary Anne Macdonald NICKNAMES: Mare, Mac (rarely, prefers Mary) AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: June 12th, 1959 GENDER: Cis female PRONOUNS: She/her

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: Lisa Macdonald (47), muggle nurse FATHER: Anthony Macdonald (49), muggle firefighter SIBLINGS: None

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Diana Silvers BUILD: Average height and noticeably thin. HAIR: Hangs down below her shoulders. Naturally wavy and usually with a little frizz, she doesn’t do much to it other than wash it every couple of days. Usually worn out, tends to only pulls it back when she’s doing physical activity. HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, was lighter in her youth. EYE COLOR: Light brown, with flecks of green. SKIN COLOR: Fair. DOMINANT HAND: Left, though somewhat proficient at using both.  ANOMALIES: A jagged scar on the bottom of her right foot, acquired when she was nine and stood on shattered glass barefoot. Faint scars on one of her thighs. Freckles on her shoulders and her nose, particularly noticeable during summer. A small birthmark on her lower back. SCENT: Coconut, from the shampoo she uses. Old parchment when she comes home from work. Mint, from the gum she chews. ACCENT: East Coast Irish (Dublin). ALLERGIES: None. DISORDERS: Generalised anxiety & panic disorder. Since her attack, Mary has suffered from regular panic attacks. Though they have become more infrequent as the years have gone on, she still has them on occasion. She also experiences bouts of depression. FASHION: Whatever she finds comfortable. Loves oversized clothing. Sweaters all year round, button-up shirts and culottes.  NERVOUS TICS: Chews her lips, picks at her nails, and taps her feet. QUIRKS: Hums her favourite songs when she’s working. Talks to her cat as though it were a person. Always double-checks she locked the door. 

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: Plainview Point Apartments. BORN: Tallaght Hospital, Tallaght, Ireland. RAISED: Tallaght, Ireland. PETS: Childhood dog, Sonny. Currently owns a cat, Clyde, and has since she started Hogwarts. He’s a ginger cat, and quite temperamental, by Mary’s own admission.

CAREER: Junior Administrator at the Wizengamot. EXPERIENCE: Has been working in her current position for over a year and a half.  EMPLOYER: The Ministry of Magic (Wizengamot).

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Aligned with the Order of the Phoenix. BELIEFS: Her father is Jewish, and her mother Roman Catholic, so Mary was raised with a mix of beliefs. Now, she considers herself agnostic, though mildly spiritual.  MISDEMEANORS: None. FELONIES: None. DRUGS: None. SMOKES: No. ALCOHOL: Socially, preferred drink is an Irish Cream. DIET: Vegetarian. Mostly just eats whatever is left in her fridge when she gets home. If she can cobble together an entire meal, that’s a bonus.

LANGUAGES: English, some Hebrew.

PHOBIAS: Feeling helpless and out of control. The deaths of those closest to her. Being alone in the dark. HOBBIES: Reading, quidditch (formerly), football (formerly), knitting. TRAITS: { + }: intelligent, courageous, discreet, humorous, sensitive, stoic. { - }: tense, argumentative, cynical, reticent, self-righteous, diffident. 

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: Her parents’ house in Tallaght. It’s the only place that still feels like home to her.  SPORTS TEAM: Shamrock Rovers (football), Holyhead Harpies (quidditch). GAME: Monopoly. MUSIC: David Bowie, Elton John, The Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac. She owns a cassette player, gifted to her by her father. Every few months, he sends her a new mix tape to listen to, so she ‘can stay up to date on muggle music’ -- Mary listens to every one, and shares her taste in music with her father. MOVIES: Star Wars, Close Encounters of the Third Kind. FOOD: Chocolate frogs, pesto fettuccine.  BEVERAGE: Butterbeer. COLOR: Crimson red.

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Gryffindor. WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 11″ hazel wood with unicorn hair core, inflexible. AMORTENTIA: Freshly baked pastries, drying paint, and lavender.  PATRONUS: A wild rabbit. BOGGART: Malcolm Mulciber.

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful neutral MBTI: INTP MBTI ROLE: The Logician. The Logician personality type is fairly rare, making up only three percent of the population, which is definitely a good thing for them, as there’s nothing they’d be more unhappy about than being “common”. Logicians pride themselves on their inventiveness and creativity, their unique perspective and vigorous intellect. Usually known as the philosopher, the architect, or the dreamy professor, Logicians have been responsible for many scientific discoveries throughout history. ENNEAGRAM: Type Six. ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Loyalist. The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion. At their Best: internally stable and self-reliant, courageously championing themselves and others. TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic. A melancholic personality leads to self-reliant individuals who are thoughtful, reserved, and often anxious. They often strive for perfection within themselves and their surroundings, which leads to tidy and detail oriented behaviour. WESTERN ZODIAC: Gemini. Adaptable, versatile, communicative, witty, intellectual, eloquent, youthful, lively, nervous, tense, superficial, inconsistent, cunning, and inquisitive. CHINESE ZODIAC: Year of the Pig.  Pigs are diligent, compassionate, and generous. They have great concentration: once they set a goal, they will devote all their energy to achieving it. Though Pigs rarely seek help from others, they will not refuse to give others a hand. Pigs never suspect trickery, so they are easily fooled. PRIMAL SIGN: Cricket. Crickets are intellectuals who like to explore and experiment with new ideas and theories. Unlike similarly intellectual signs, like the Seal, members of this sign are very polite in social situations and like nothing more than getting into a theoretical discussion about something scientific or otherwise cerebral. For this reason, this sign is often that of self-proclaimed “nerds”, but most Crickets are simply too likeable for such a derisive label. TAROT CARD: The Devil, The Lovers. TV TROPES: broken bird badass bookworm mage born of muggles deadpan snarker vengeance denied

SONGS: 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 But if you touch me I'll lash out. Don't fuck with me. If I must, you know I will. I'm not your prey, I'm not your kill.

𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒚 'Cause I don't need anyone I don't need anyone I just need everyone and then some

𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆 This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone It feels so scary, getting old

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔, 𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒌𝒊 One morning this sadness will fossilize And I will forget how to cry I'll keep going to work and you won't see a change Save perhaps a slight gray in my eye

𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 Don't get too close It's dark inside It's where my demons hide

IDEOLOGIES:

Just because someone speaks the loudest, doesn’t meant they’re right.

White chocolate isn’t really chocolate.

Sometimes, it’s okay to take justice into your own hands.

Pineapple absolutely does not belong on pizza.

You can’t take care of others if you are unable to take care of yourself first.

Trust must be earned, and second chances shouldn’t be given out easily.

Everybody has a sense of humour, it just might not be the same as your own.

[dandart]

I like quizzes...

1. What is you middle name?

Walter. Not kidding.

2. How old are you?

28

3. When is your birthday?

4th June

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Classical: Gemini

Revised: Taurus

5. What is your favorite color?

Deep purple. Also orange sometimes.

6. What’s your lucky number?

4, 16, 64... powers of 4.

7. Do you have any pets?

1 black cat, 2 lutino cockatiels, a venus fly trap and a "puppy" (shytsumiki is my Chise)

8. Where are you from?

Devon, south west England.

9. How tall are you?

175cm (about 5'9" in ye olde measurements)

10. What shoe size are you?

Like 7... ._. That's tiny. It makes it painful to walk. (EU 41, US 9)

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

One that I actually use. But then I occasionally share with my darling Angel shytsumiki, but I also have more impractical ones stashed.

12. What was your last dream about?

Ah fuck now I don't remember... it was interesting though.

13. What talents do you have?

Coding, origami, musical instruments, tech in general and uhmm not a lot else?

14. Are you psychic in any way?

No one's psychic. That's never been proven. I can barely read emotions when I look at faces. I am remarkably imperceptive.

15. Favorite song?

Starset's My Demons, Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb or Focus' Anonymus 2.

16. Favorite movie?

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. But I do also enjoy me some others. Ask for my imdb if you're interested.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

My babygirl shytsumiki was my childhood crush. No one I have ever met has come close to being so magically attractive to me.

18. Do you want children?

No, I have my babygirl shytsumiki and our pets are our babies.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Noooooooooooo. One in the dead of night in the woods would be just lovely.

20. Are you religious?

In as much as I occasionally personify the world or the universe, but not seriously.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yeah. I even stayed overnight but only to stay with my little Angel shytsumiki.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Umm... once as a kid I didn't know how to do anything nor what I was doing, and punched a teacher after she stopped me stealing and eating broken biscuits and had to talk to a policeman. But other than that, not since I was like 7. Gosh I was a horror.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Yeah, I met the Linux Outlaws and co, I've met the Gadget Show crew, I went to see Biffy Clyro live... of all bands... I've spoken to a few coding legends too... erm... tweeted with Carmack, and Akira, that vfx guy for Star Trek...

24. Baths or showers?

Baths are soothing but I usually shower because I haven't always got the patience.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Nihilism.

26. Have you ever been famous?

I should hope so. I was known as The Cloud Man by LO, got published in Linux Format, once had a thousand twitter followers and had feedback from strangers on my code. I am also in the OEIS, thrice.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not in the classical papparazi pop star sense, but to be a household name who doesn't have to hide his face in public sounds okay. A legacy would be nice, after all.

28. What type of music do you like?

Uber metal and prog rock, usually. Soundtracks too.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Noooooooo eww.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two, but I often share two with shytsumiki and iunno if she counts <3

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

Sideways unless my neck hurts (physiological problem) in which case back or front.

32. How big is your house?

Three bedrooms but still pokey. We have too much stuff.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

A nothing sandwich with bread made out of thin air with a side of invisible chips.

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Only a bb and a fairground one.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yeah once and I loved it and want to take it up again.

36. Favorite clean word?

Either discombobulate, defenestrate, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis or jam.

37. Favorite swear word?

Fucknugget? Anything which is half swear and half clean is a winner in my book. Shitsticks.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Around 40 hours I should think.

39. Do you have any scars?

Myes. That's a story which perhaps requires a tw...

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

How would I know? If it's secret I wouldn't know. My little darling is my exsecret admirer though apparently.

41. Are you a good liar?

Nope. I am forgetful so I wouldn't even be aligned in the answers I was giving. Plus I just don't like it. It makes me too guilty.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I hope so but haven't had many chances to find that out just yet.

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

Sure. It's-a pizza, italiano! But seriously I am okay at some but terrible at others.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I wouldn't say so but no one would. I would just say "generic Southern English"

45. What is your favorite accent?

Some Southern hemisphere or east Asian I like a lot, also a few European.

46. What is your personality type?

INTP afaik

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I don't actually know, I don't go for expensive, nor care for my clothes especially.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Nope.

52. Favorite food?

Sushi.

53. Favorite foreign food?

...sushi. Alright, different answer? Takoyaki?

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Extremely messy.

55. Most used phrased?

It changes every so often. Dunno right now.

56. Most used word?

Also changes. Still don't know.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

For climbing? Jk like a minute?

58. Do you have much of an ego?

Used to, now I don't.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Both.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

All the time. I know, right?

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yup.

62. Are you a good singer?

Only if I try which is rare and even then rarely.

63. Biggest Fear?

Losing my Angel. Or dying.

64. Are you a gossip?

Nope. Not at all.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I don't actually know.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Having? Long. Seeing? Don't mind as long as it's not a buzzcut. So from vaguely short and floofy to massively long.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

No I can't, and it would be weird to expect that of me.

68. Favorite school subject?

Maths and physics and IT.

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Intro now, ex extro

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but it sounds llike good fun.

71. What makes you nervous?

Jealousy and making the wrong moves.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Nope. Used to be a bit when alone.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sometimes, less than I used to, when it would be useful.

74. Are you ticklish?

A bit. Less than I used to be since being bigger.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Nope

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Not official governmently but I have owned projects, and in other places.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Probably.

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Hasn't everyone done soft ones?

79. Who was your first real crush?

My Angel Baby shytsumiki

80. How many piercings do you have?

None.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Yes.

82. How fast can you type?

Reasonably fast I should think.

83. How fast can you run?

Reasonably slow.

84. What color is your hair?

Brown to me, dark blonde to my mum and ginger in an underground coding quiz apparently.

85. What color is your eyes?

Are? Blue.

86. What are you allergic to?

Probably prawns.

87. Do you keep a journal?

No, wish I could remember to.

88. What do your parents do?

My mum's a mosaic artist and my dad's a retired satcom engineer.

89. Do you like your age?

Ummm, it's alright??

90. What makes you angry?

Die hard cruelty and things that make people or animals suffer. Including wars, all of which are inexcusable. Come on people, the best for the most, keep up! I am the judge.

91. Do you like your own name?

It's alright. Better than some, not as cool as others.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Bob Jim Ted because they are hilarious names. Not that I'm using them for anything but fiction.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

No. I already have my babygirl shytsumiki.

94. What are you strengths?

Code. Logic. Maths and science. Compassion perhaps.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Memory, communication and showing emotion.

96. How did you get your name?

My folks picked it from a comic. "Dan Dare: Pilot of the Future". Middle name from a great uncle.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Everyone's were. I haven't traced exactly how but have traced up to 500 years in some places.

98. Do you have any scars?

Yes, you asked that before.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Colour. Currently red and black.

100. Color of your room?

Colour! Well white as are all of them atm.

These are fun. Thank you.

[thewriterscollection]

The Leather Jacket

Dirty-brown shoulder-length hair flicked pine needles onto the only concreted path in the pine-needle-infested forest. Ohlins was allowed in this part. Today was one of his good days. Tomorrow may not be so gentle. Ohlins was institutionalised, admitted to the psychiatric facility, and stuck in the middle of the Herondale forest.

Ohlins religiously wore his leatherjacket, never took it off in fact. Everyone knows that the last time anyone had touched the jacket, well, it was the last thing that they would be able to touch ever again. Crystal chess pieces can be sharpened and should really have been banned from people like Ohlins.

The charcoal jacket symbolised a rebellion that lay within him. Because he was unable to rebel against certain things, such as taking his medications, eating meals, showering and conforming to bullshit rules of the system (as he would say), Ohlins wore a leatherjacket so even though he was unable to rebel physically, he was able to rebel mentally. And boy do I mean mentally.

White weatherboarded walls displayed long, thin carved lines. Ohlins scratched and scratched so hard that having nails was not an option for him anymore. He explained that “someone was trying to get to me! I swear! I swear! It was nuts man, just damn nuts. They were eeeeverywhere! Everywhere!”. But that was a bad day. Apparently people weren’t big fans of him inside his head.

“Where are we going? Do you min-” Ohlins and his last word were being pushed in the crowd

of people. “There is someone new starting here! I heard she’s really pretty and smart!” shy Milly said behind her half-cut curls.

Ohlins was interested and allowed himself to be pushed. Oh push me to her for the love of god! he thought.

“Welcome, Vivian” announced the guests of the ward.

Vivian entered through the hallway and out into the foyer.

“Greetings darlings, how lovely to meet you all”.

Oh dear lord she is British. What a perfect combination with her dirty-blond hair, British accent and cherry-red lips. “I am so going to listen to her and talk her up”, Ohlins matter-of-factly thought and half-said.

Ohlins and Vivian became the best of friends over the period of several months. He would even sneak in a kiss every now and then when the nurses weren’t looking. But Ohlins wasn’t interested in keeping a love; he wanted to get out. And so, through the trickery of love Ohlins convinced Vivian to teach him how to escape. She was an expert. She had tried it herself. I wouldn’t say she was like a female Houdini, no. No, unfortunately it didn’t exactly work out. The fire was a terrible plan on her behalf. She knew she needed help and she wasn’t going to deny it.

Through the endless winter days Ohlins practiced his escape. It was simple really. All he had to do was, be normal. For a few months at least. He really made an effort too, grew his nails out, didn’t scratch, didn’t pull the hair of the nurses or squeeze their butts while they shoved medication down his throat.

Ohlins was getting serious. So serious that he had come to terms with his mind and decided to take off the infamous leatherjacket which left him only wearing white. Ohlins paled and asked his mind, is white supposed to represent purity or what? Because I hate purity. The nurses didn’t have a choice but to let him go. The policy is, that if a member of the unit conforms to all regulations of behavioral assessment over a long period of time, then they have to be granted rights to freedom.

Ohlins ticked all the boxes and left on his way.

Walking through the seldom crisp air, Ohlins could feel tiny hairs turn straight as he walked the plank to the outside world. I am ready for this, I can do it, I can do what I want and so I will. Nothing will stop me now.

Ohlins mind clockworks like a mad recollecting chimpanzee. He has forgotten something.

Ohlins bites his fist in fury, “Oh shit! my leatherjacket! Why did I leave it behind why did I leave it behind. I must go back I need to go back I will go back. I will go right now.”

Running through the Herondale forest, a maze of thin pine trees, Ohlins appears to have found himself lost. Coming to a highway just so proves that. Cars of all colours zoom past him at 100 kilometres per hour. What the hell is going on? Where am I? Wow cars look disgusting these days.

Remembering an old high school trick, Ohlins sticks out his finger. If anyone picks me up, it’s going to be because of my damn purity colours, Ohlins says in a grumbling frustration.

Nevertheless a decent person in a decent car pulls over to the side of the road.

“Where you goin’ son?” The guy had ginger hair. Everywhere. Beard, nose, eyebrows (thick), chest, it was a classic tragedy. “I’m trying to find the psychiatric facility in the Herondale forest,” Ohlins lips chattered. “There’s a road just down from here that leads straight to it. My sister’s in there you see, darling girl, I promised my parents I’d go and see her.”

“Mm. Alrighty, if you say so. Hop in boy.”

The car seats were wearing leather. So was the driver.

He’s wearing a goddamn leatherjacket that sonofabitch.

“Down this road mate?” the driver asks patiently.

“Yeah. Down here.”

The hunk of machinery made it’s way through the forest slowly but surely. “The facility is just over there by that concrete pa-”

Ohlins speech came to a stop. Along with the car..

Where’s the facility. It was just here how could it be gone. WHERE the FUCK is the facility.

Smoke rings lifted off the charcoal remnants, echoing itself into mid-air. Piercing white walls were now tainted with black marks. Everything that was intensely white to begin with was now burnt to a crisp.  

“Jesus boy! what the blimey earth happened here?”, not waiting to hear Ohlin’s answer Ginge gets out of the car and runs towards the collapsed building. As if he will find a body in that mess.

Ohlins runs in absolute hysterics screaming, panting and shouting. He grabs the sides of his face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks with half frustration and half bewilderment, “MY FUCKING LEATHERJACKET WAS IN THAT FACILITY AND NOW IT’S GONE. MY JACKET IS GONE.”

Ginge stares at the wild-haired man in front of him, wondering how he could care more about his jacket turning to ash than the people.  “Uh. Who gives a shit about your jacket boy. A lot of people must’ve died here ya’ know! good grief. Plus you can always buy a new one you know bro.” “NO I CAN’T. THAT JACKET WAS EVERYTHING TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”

Ginge was taken aback, “woah calm down there son.”

Ohlins paces around madly then stops. He gets a wicked look in his empty soulless eyes.

He is scanning the driver’s jacket.

“You know what I think Ginge?”, the driver looks around nervously. His ginger hair sticking up like a cat under attack. His car is about 30 feet away. Ginge grunts.

“I think that you.. STOLE MY JACKET. NOW GIVE IT BACK YOU GINGER MOTHERFUCKER”

The driver runs back to his car as fast as his legs will take him. He trips. Specifically he is tripped by Ohlin’s foot. Ohlins grabs hold of the driver and thrusts his fist upon Ginge’s face. Ginge fight’s back, “Get off of me you damn psychopath!!”, “YOU HAVE MY LEATHERJACKET!” Ohlins wrestles and fights, pine-needles now infesting Ohlin’s hair.

Ohlin’s dark eyes spot a useful rock.He gets off Ginge and runs to pick up the rock. Meanwhile Ginge is up and off back to his car. Ohlins is too busy with the rock. He started stroking it, singing to it.

Just as the driver opens his car door he feels a sharp, deathly pain in the back of his skull. Ohlins has thrown the rock.

Ginge manages to turn around just in time to see the dark, evil-faced man whose eyes lit up the whole forest in darkness.

Ohlins smiles and takes the leatherjacket off of the driver.

He puts it on. It’s still warm.

Ohlins starts walking aimlessly into the midst of the forest.

God, finally I have that leatherjacket back. I thought I had truly lost myself.

Written in 2015 - by DG

[deliverydefresas]

masters of the scene

I know I’m late, but honestly I was (still am) very not over Coco and couldn’t function correctly. Shout out to cupcake and muffin for helping me when I was ready to keep procrastinating and i needed advice ilyvm 

here’s part 1 in case you missed it/wanna read again/don’t even know what this is about xD 

AU: Matteo Balsano is a famous singer who has been crushing on this one girl he saw every day behind a window many years ago, back when he first started recording his debut album and inspired his first big hit, “Princesa”. Luna Valente, professional Olympic skater turned actress is at a local (and very popular) talk show to promote her breakout movie. This is where it all starts.

“Well, that wasn’t weird at all.”

“I think it was sweet. Maybe even romantic.” Nina commented, following her step out of the dressing room, where they had fled out as soon as one of Jazmín Gorjesi-Carbajal’s team went in to call her on the studio; using the opportunity to escape the awkward moment and go back into her own dressing room for a last touch-up.

Luna didn’t answer her until her door was closed. “Nina, if a guy you’ve never met comes to you and just says ‘it’s you’ in this very, very freaky voice it’s creepy. Not sweet, and definitely not romantic. Just freaking creepy.”

“Who knows? Maybe he recognized you as the talented skater you are and was so star-struck he could barely form a sentence!” Her friend’s excited words were flattering, but she knew better than to believe them. Realistically speaking, the chances of that happening were very little, if not inexistent.

“Yes, right, because Matteo Balsano is just oh-so-obviously a skating fan; especially of someone from another country he probably doesn’t even care about to keep track in the Olympics.”

She paced back and forth along the room, being careful to ignore her brain telling her to act on her nerves and touch her hair or poke her nails. Yam had left already to finish up Jim’s hair and make-up, and delaying her work (alongside the interview if she damaged her look enough) so she had to stick to walking, and hoping her clumsiness wouldn’t kick in and make her trip on thin air.

“Luna, we don’t know what that guy likes, or what his interests are or who he’s fan of; we don’t know anything about him, sweetheart.” Nina’s tone was as sweet as ever, but the reprimand was as clear as water to her; “also, even if he’s not a fan, I’m sure he’s heard of you. You’ve won two Olympic medals, eight world championships and you won your crystal skate at only 17; stop selling you so short when your accomplishments are anything but small.” Luna smiled at the praise, reaching out to squeeze her hand in thanks. Nina winked before adding, “plus, he’s one of Ámbar’s friends. I’m sure she’s talked about you with him.”

“You’re right, it’s probably pre-show jitters.” She sighed, moving to sit and retouch her powder and lipstick. “It’s just such a weird concept. Isn’t he a legend of his own around here? I mean, Simón collaborated with him last year, and he said it was one the fastest number one’s he’d gotten!”

On the mirror, she could see how Nina’s lips twitched up, her eyes sparkling in a devious way she knew so well, “sounds like someone’s got a crush.” She sing-sang, waving her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Luna threw one of her make-up brushes at her.

“I so don’t!”

So, maybe she thought he was cute. Pretty. Handsome. And that his accent was very attractive. And his songs were very catchy and his voice a lullaby to her ears, truly angelic, sending her heart and mind into places she never knew they could exist when it came to music. There was something about his song that just called to her.

But she didn’t know him, had never even seen him before tonight, so definitely, surely, it wasn’t a crush.

At all.

But then again celebrity crushes did exist so maybe it was only that. A sort-of-platonic-celebrity crush that would eventually go away. She was probably star-struck, anyway; maybe she didn’t like him at all, and was just shocked (also flattered) he’d react that way when he saw her. That sounded very, very reasonable, if you asked her.

“Luna?” her friend called. “They’re calling for you.”

Inhale; butterflies erupted again in her belly. Exhale. “Let’s do this.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“No, for real. That was the most stupid, idiotic, ­creepiest – yet hilariously amusing-, thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

“I know.”

“The girl couldn’t have run fast enough away from you. And her face, sweet baby Jesus; she looked so freaked out! I’ll be very surprised if she doesn’t put a restraining order against your ass.”

“I know, Gastón. Cut the crap already.”

His best friend surrendered, “okay, okay, I will.” The ‘for now’ was unspoken, but Matteo knew it was there nonetheless. “Are we gonna stay here for the interview?”

“Unless you want to get mobbed, yes.”

“Could be fun.” Matteo glared at him. “Or maybe not.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he flopped down on the couch the show provided. They had already interviewed him, the camera and microphone shoved on his face as soon as he had stepped into the lot, leaving him free to watch the rest of the show (and interviews) without worrying about his clothes, or make up, or watch what he said. Ámbar had left two minutes after Luna – or Sol, as the skating community and media knew her- had, still laughing at his dumbstruck face with Jazmín, who had to go back on set for her monologue; so now he was alone with Gastón and his commentary.

Ámbar and her cast would be on very soon, just after the Rollerband performed their song from the movie’s soundtrack. Matteo made a mental note to ask Simón why he never told him who Luna was exactly, and to murder Ámbar for not saying anything sooner. The wicked witch had been keeping it quiet for a year, and never uttered a word about who her co-protagonists were, or the sort-of impact she knew it’d have on him; then again, his ex-girlfriend liked seeing him squirm and putting him in awkward situations, so to expect anything different would be like expecting a flying horse.

Gastón flopped down beside him when the commercials ended, and Jazmín’s beaming face was on, her chirpy voice welcoming her audience back; first announcing a short preview of the trailer. Which, honestly, looked very good.  

He almost didn’t recognize Ámbar, whom had died her hair brown and cut off almost all of it for the role, and who he had never seen do so many spins and tricks on skates before. A guy with black hair and a ginger girl were there too, offering dramatic one-liners and stunts that screamed talent. The clip, however, was eclipsed by Luna. Her spins and steps put to shame everyone else’s – which if he was correct, was the point-, and while he wasn’t the best at criticizing acting, he could see that the passion her character portrayed when on the rink was nothing but real.  

“Wow.” Gastón’s awed whisper came along his own when she did this specific trick – a triple axel, according to the person who acted as the commentator.

Then the clip was gone, and Jazmín called her guests on stage. The ginger girl was first, and she was all smiles and hand waves, followed by the black-haired dude, a cocky smile was his only greeting. Ámbar was next, and as confidently as ever, strolled to her chair like she owned the place, and everyone owed her their attention, an attitude she had mastered since years ago. Lastly, Jazmín called Luna - or as he’d learnt, her ‘stage name’- Sol Benson.

At first, Jazmín kept it cool and standard. She asked them all what the movie was about, how it felt to transition from skaters to actors and vice-versa, how they got the role, if they felt identified in any way, shape or form; and prompted the pre-scheduled question about an experience on set. As soon as the guy – who he had learned his name was Ramiro- finished his tale about a particular step and a fall, Jazmín did the best she knew to do.

Gossip.

“So, guys, tell me the truth; who’s banging whom?” Blunt, very blunt gossip.

No wonder Ja Jazmín was so popular; she could be as blunt as a high on sugar kid, but somehow Jazmín had something that made you like her. Right now, was the exaggerated winks that she was sending on Luna’s direction.

“Well, I’m single.” She giggled, although it sounded very nervous to him. Jazmín’s grin could rival the Cheshire’s cat one.

“Oh, really?”

“I’m single too.” Ginger – Jim- said too. Dark dude merely shrugged, saying he was engaged. Ámbar kept quiet, but if her smirk was any indication, she was up to something.

“So, the rumors of you dating Simón Álvarez are a lie?” Jazmín dogged for an answer, ignoring the others’ answer epically. Matteo was, unsurprisingly, as eager to hear the answer as she was. He knew that back then, Simón and she weren’t anything but platonic, but that had been almost seven years ago; a lot could happen in that time frame.    

Luna frowned slightly, but it melted as soon as she offered her answer, “he’s my best friend, has been for over two decades. He’s a brother to me.”

“So, if hypothetically speaking I knew someone who, hypothetically was Matteo Balsano, and I hypothetically knew he like, like-liked you; would you hypothetically go out with him? Like, hypothetically.”

“Holy shitballs.” His best friend whistled beside him, biting his chocolate bar as he stared blatantly at the T.V. Matteo was mortified.

He didn’t like her! But now, the poor girl was probably going to leave tonight thinking not only that he was a creep, but that he was a pining creep. Possibly a pervert too. He so was going to murder Ámbar and Jazmín after this.

“What?” she was equally mortified, if her squeak meant something.

“Hypothetically, would you go out with Matteo Balsano?”

Luna’s eyes widened, “listen, if this is about what happened in Ámbar’s dressing room-”

Well, fuck. Wrong answer. He could see the exact moment Luna realized her slip; poor girl looked more than mortified.

Jazmín’s grin got impossibly bigger, “please tell, what happened there?” By now, Matteo was praying to the universe that the producers called for a break. Chances were slim, but it could happen.

“Matteo made a fool of himself when Luna came in; he was so star-struck it was hilarious, that’s what happened.” Ámbar butted in, the slight warning to Jazmín was as clear as water to his ears as it was for Jazmín, who pouted immediately, but asked Ámbar to specify after. They chatted for a minute more or so, before Matteo’s prayers were answered.

Luna’s tense posture relaxed only when the host announced commercials. Matteo turned off the T.V.

“You have to admit that could’ve gone way worse.” His friend offered, “Ámbar could’ve told your very creepy stalking story.”

Gastón was magically hit with the remote.

IS SOL BENSON BALSANO’S NEW PRINCESS?

AFTER LAST NIGHT’S JA JAZMIN INTERVIEW WITH THE CAST OF MARISSA MINT’S MOVIE, SHATTERED WINGS, RUMORS WENT FLYING WITH THE POSSIBLE NEW ROMANCE BETWEEN THE POP PRINCE AND THE SKATING PRINCESS. SOURCES AFFIRM TO HAVE SEEN THE COUPLE LOOKING VERY COZY AFTER THE SHOW, AND FANS ARE ALREADY ESPECULATING BENSON IS THE ‘DARK HAIRED BEAUTY’ BALSANO WAS SEEN WITH TWO NIGHTS AGO AT A POPULAR CLUB.

IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF SOLTTEO? READ MORE ON PAGE 11!

 “Soltteo, huh?” Simón commented, dropping the newspaper on the limo’s trashcan. She groaned, hiding her face with her hands. “Hey, it’s not half bad. Mattsol, Bensano or Balson sound way worse.”  

“Focus, Simón, people think we’re dating and the guy probably has a girlfriend or something!”

“I think you’re exaggerating just a tiny little bit, Luna. You knew crazy rumors could come your way when you accepted this role, the only thing you can do now is ignore it. Someone else will be photographed later and this will be yesterday’s news.”

Nina, sitting opposite to her, nodded, “Simón is right, L. Just let this blow over on its own.”

“You’re right.” And she knew they were. Simón had warned her since day one that the media – and fans- would write an exaggerated truth, or a ridiculous lie if it meant money and attention would come their way. Still, there was something about them twisting her reality that she didn’t like, and would never accept. “Is Matteo coming tonight?” she wondered, anxiously picking on her nails.

She didn’t miss the amused glances her best friends shared. “I think he’s Ámbar’s date.” Nina answered, carefully watching her reaction. Luna didn’t know what she was expecting of her; she didn’t know the guy, and the news woke absolutely nothing on her. She just felt bad about the whole deal, and wanted to apologize to him; since it was practically her fault they were in the news to begin with.

The rest of the ride to the theater were the premiere was to be held at, was spent in silence. Simón was constantly on his phone, answering incoming text at an impressive speed; while Nina revised the last draft for her upcoming book, occasionally humming in approval of a specific picture she’d taken.  

The closer they got to the destination, the bigger her nerves got as well. She had to stop herself from playing with her hands more times than she could count, because Yam wasn’t available to fix her that night either; Ramiro was walking the carpet with her, so Yam had her own appearance to worry about instead of babysitting her and Jim in case of a wardrobe malfunction.

Once they were out of the car, Luna and Simón were shoved to a line of people waiting to walk the carpet too. Simón kissed her cheek quickly before going to his bandmates, who he was going to be photographed with; Nina just stood behind her, arranging the back of her lilac dress, just like Yam had advised her to.

“You sure you don’t want to walk with me, N?”

Her best friend shook her head, just like she’d expected her to. Nina didn’t even let her publisher put her picture on her books, the chances of her wanting to walk the carpet and photographing her face were slime to none. Still, it was worth the question.

“You’re going to be great, Luna. Just smile, and try to look to as many cameras as you can.” Nina held her hand and squeezed slightly, like she always did when she knew she needed the courage.

Luna smiled, mouthed a ‘thanks’, and sighed before looking around the place; noticing Jim, Ramiro and Yam already on the carpet, and Juliana giving interviews a couple meters away from them, beside more of her co-stars, Benicio and Emilia. She, however, couldn’t see her blonde co-protagonist and her date anywhere.

Before she knew it, Nina squeezed her hand one last time as she was urged to walk ahead. Flashes almost blinded her, but she did her best to glue the smile on her face, changing her pose when prompted by the photographers. She just prayed she didn’t end up looking as awkward as she felt.

What felt like an eternity, but must have been like ten minutes, passed; and she was lead to the interviews part of the carpet. That’s when she saw the ones she had been looking for. Ámbar’s white dress was so shiny it was almost impossible to miss, and Matteo’s burgundy suit contrasted against everyone else’s black ones. They demanded to be seen, and didn’t disappoint.

“Lunita, hi!” the blonde greeted as soon as she was within earshot, tugging Matteo’s arm when he fell behind her step. If you asked her, he seemed to feel as awkward as she did.

“Ámbar, hi. You look stunning.” She complimented, knowing already that Ámbar lived for those. As normal, the other girl raised her chin proudly, satisfied with herself.

“Thank you, sweetie. You look-” she paused, taking a second to take in her lilac gown, “- amazing. Lilac suits you.” She sounded honest, so Luna didn’t mind it took her a moment to acknowledge what she was wearing. “Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to Matteo. I know last night was… well, what it was; but Matteo and I feel really bad about it, don’t we, Matteo?” Ámbar nudged, almost like a mother would do to their misbehaved child. Matteo ignored it, and instead flashed her a smile.

“I’m really sorry about that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You just-” he shut up before he could finish his sentence. Her curiosity was piqued, even more when Ámbar elbowed him to continue.

Or so she thought.

Matteo shook his head and subtly pointed to the camera of one of the media there interviewing, recording their exchange.

[enthusiasticclouds-sally]

Mun Questionnaire!!!! 

PERSONAL DETAILS

Nicknames? Kiki, Ki, Little One, my co-workers mainly call me little one and it’s to the point where they legit have forgotten my actual name

Where do you live? Waterbury, Connecticuttt but I was born in Manhattan, NYC didn’t move to CT till I was ten

What’s your age? Freaking oldd: 25

Hair color? Right now it’s dark brown with like dirty blonde highlights, probably going to dye it all straight black pretty soon. I constantly change between the two tbh

Eye color? Dark Brown

Height? Jusssstttttt make it to exactly five feet

Date of Birth? August 23rd, 1992 :D

What’s your star sign? Virgo, legit on the day Virgo actually starts!! :DD

Element? Earth  

How many siblings? Two half-brothers: Carlos and Alexander from my dad’s side in where I’m the oldest and the only girl :DD and only child from my mom’s side

How many pets? Noneee, they legit all die on me so I do all animals a favor and just don’t get them as pets. They’d have a longer life without me xD

Obsessions? Skullssss, Disney, my hair because it drives me up the wall if it doesn’t look okay!! It’s bad I know, oh oh and SLEEPING!!! I adore sleeping it is my favorite hobby I can sleep my entire day away and be at bliss

Bad habits? Bite the nails, talk too fast, buying books that I never end up reading, buying clothes that still have their tags on it, procrastinationnnn, picky af eater, impatient. 

Phobias? MICE!!!!!!! I can’t even look at a mouse!!!! I promise you I will stay on top of whatever the freak I climbed on for the ENTIRE day if a mouse ran by I will NOT touch the ground. I will cry, scream, and enter a panic attack!!! No no no no no no no no!!!!

ABOUT YOU

What makes you happy? SLEEPING!!!! Skulls, Disney…. should really just direct you to the obsessions question… but also my laptop, my carrr!!!! Make-up!!! Hoodies, lots and lots of hoodies drown me in hoodiesss. Sunny days but also rainy days, Pokemon haha, my job on some dayss, MY BED, the dark, all of my hundreds of Disney pins, and gosh a lot of things make me happy tbh

What really irritates you? Headaches, being nauseas, stomach aches, snoring I really can’t deal with snoring and have no rational reason as to why… and this is awful but cuddling hahaha I’m just not a cuddling person… I kinda push you off after like a minute xD Residents I really can’t fucking stand our residents. I hate them. Oh!! Can’t forget waiting!! I’m impatient it’s bad, working on it though xD

What makes you sad? Tear-jerkers haha I hate those shits. Ummmmm I’m really not much of a sad person?? I mean I can add mice in here because they make me cry, but like they scare the shit outta me sooooo

What makes you angry? Drivers. Cranky rude-ass ungrateful patients!!! Like I don’t want to have to be dealing with that shit for twelve hours. Talking about patients, my job xD. I have a love/hate relationship with my job. People tbh haha xD I sound mean I swear I’m not!!! The cold, I really do not like being cold at all!! 

What makes you scared? MICE!!!!! I don’t even want to hear about them!! Any of my patients starting to crash even my babies. It’s really not a fun feeling!! Bugs, fuck bugs.

Who is your best friend? That would be Marie I have been friends with her since the end of fifth grade!!! She is also my complete opposite and is perfect at fucking annoying me, but I love herrrr. Sara is my bff tooo!! She’s my cousin though, but that’s my little buttercup and she’s like my sister, since I have none of those <3 

Ever broken a bone? Nope.

What was the last CD you bought? Oh damn an actual one??? Uhhh I think it was an Aventura one… their Last Project album I believe. They’re a Spanish band. Downloaded album was Pink’s new album I’m in LOVE with it.

What was the last book you read? The Only Astrology Book You’ll Ever Need by Joanna Martine Woolfolk

Who was the last person you spoke to? The mother

What was the last thing you ate? Soup :(( My stomach has been a little shit the past two days. I think I caught the stomach bug fml. 

What was the last thing you drank? Ginger ale because I can actually keep that down

What’s the best thing you’ve ever bought? Oh goshhh I buy SO MANY THINGGSSS!! Uhhhh MY CAR!!! She’s a beautiful 2016 Honda HR-V, I love her :DD My Kat Von D Shade and Light palette!!! I can’t live without that palette!!! Oh oh and my laptop!! She’s been a bit of a shit lately, but I do adore herrr.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever bought? Ughh I tend to like everything I buyy

What’s the best thing you’ve ever been given? My Uggs!!! My mom got me them and I LOVE them

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever been given? I don’t think I haven’t liked anything that’s been given to me so far??

What are your future goals? Well it was to become a nurse and I ammmm so there it is and I’m even where I wanted to be :DD Maternity nurse with the babieesss :DD 

Describe your bedroom? A black bed. A big black dresser. Two closets…. I have a lot of clothes. Two mirrors, well three if you count my make-up mirror. I have a make-up dresser that’s black too with like a shit ton of make-up!!! Black curtains. White walls and the wall that my bed is attached too has pictures completely covering it in a checkerboard pattern. I’m pretty proud of it, it’s my favorite thing about my room! Oh and another wall has my car tax bill taped to it so that I remember that I have the next half of that shit to pay in January xD

Who do you consider the most beautiful woman in the world? I think Jessica Lowndes if GORGEOUSS

Who do you consider the most handsome man in the world? Ian Somerhalder is GORGEOUSSSS so is William Levy!!!!!!

Favorite thing to do on a hot summers day? Go to the pool, and lay out under the hot summer sunnn. I absolutely LOVE the heattt 

Favorite thing to do on a snowy winters day? Keep my ass in!!!! Curl under warm blankets and drink yummy hot chocolate

If you were granted 3 wishes, what would they be? Have all my bills/loans paid off for the rest of my liiiffeee, anything my mom would want, and idk probably a nice gorgeous house in the future

If you could go back in time to see or change something, when would it be and what would you do? I’d go back to my high school years and not date the douchebag of my ex

What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up? Can I go back to sleep for another hour?? haha

Do you believe in the after-life? I dooo

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time? I have no fucking cluee. I still see myself in the same profession though because I do love it deep down haha. Hopefully, though I’ll be out of CT and just somewhere different. 

What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever been told? I don’t really tell jokes I don’t think I’m funny at all :((

Any hidden talents? None that I’m aware of??? I mean I can sing?? Does that count??

Dream job? Currently doing it!!! Being a nurse :DD Even though I do have a love/hate relationship with it xD

Who is your hero? My mommmm

Describe yourself in 3 words: Introvert, sweet, sarcastic

FAVORITES

Favorite color? Blackkk I love pink too, but black way moree

Favorite number? 14

Favorite animal? Snow Tiger

Favorite sport (to play)? Umm I only ever cheer leaded soo cheerleading by default

Favorite sport (to watch)? Baseball and Football

Favorite Show(s)? Criminal Minds, Law & Order SVU, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy and my guilty pleasure issss Keeping up with the Kardashians haha yes I hate myself for loving that show xD

Favorite movies? Titanic, Cinderella, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, andd The Princess Bride 

Favorite band? Evanescence 

Favorite song? It’s constantly switching 

Favorite room in the house? My bedroom!!!!

Favorite food? Pizza!!!!! 

Favorite drink? Pepsi :DD Should I be drinking any kind of soda? Nope because I get kidney stones pretty often. Do I still drink my Pepsi like all the time?? YEASS

Favorite place? Disney World <3

Favorite cartoon character? That would be between Cinderella and Sally

Favorite day of the week? Monday and Thursday because I neverrrr work on those days!! 

Favorite day of the year? August 23rd!! :DD

Favorite season? Summerr

Favorite Holiday? Christmass 

Favorite girls name? Emily, Aria and I have to say I do love my name too!! Kiara is pretty 

Favorite boys name? Declan and Aiden

Favorite country? Italy

Favorite smell? OoOo I’m a very fruity person but cucumber melon is my absolute favorite!! 

Favorite sound? Rain falling, tapping of the keyboard, tapping of acrylic nails, a heart beat especially baby heart beats because they go really fast!!

Favorite accent? British

Favorite Ships (in or our of BDRP)? I love all the ships hereee!!!! I love all of my ships tooo ngl xD 

Favorite Fandoms? I don’t think I really have any???

PREFERENCES

Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi!

Pen or Pencil? Pen. I really don’t like pencils at all and won’t use one unless it’s a lead pencil 

Day or Night? Night all the way

Cat or Dog? Dog but I’m sadly very allergic to both :((

Summer or Winter? Summer!

T.V. or Radio? Radio

Brains or Beauty? Brains

Cup or Mug? Mug

Tea or Coffee? Coffeeee, but I’m not a huge fan or either tbh

Gold or Silver? Silver

Brush or Comb? Comb

City or Country? City

Early or Late riser? Late!!!! Look I get up at like 1pm the earliest. 

Blond or Brunette? Brunette

Scary or Romantic movies? Romantic haha Scary movies are too predictable to me I mean so are romantic but whateverr

Board or Computer games? Board gamess

Half full or Half empty? Half full

Happy and poor or Sad and rich? Happy and poor

Glasses or Contacts? Glasses

Flowers or Chocolates? Chocolate!! Please no flowers those die on me tooo

Love or Money? Love

Hugs or Kisses? Tbh hugss I love hugging!!! Just not cuddling though haha