#so many people visited the house on halloween so it's not surprising that i'd get covid! (even though i didn't interact with them)

[britishchick09]

november 5th isn’t just castiel day...

it’s also covid dayyyyy.......

[fukuokadivision1]

[🕷️] for Sanyu, [🏚️] for One-eye Tasuku, and [🔮] for Miss Ming pls?

It seems like 'm going to ask almost every division at this point 😂

🕷 - what is the one thing you refuse to do during halloween?

"One thing I won't do during Halloween?" Sanyu asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Buddy, this might be a surprise, but... I don't really know what to expect on Halloween night. This is my first time actually celebrating Halloween. And I'm only doing it because Tasuku won't stop pestering me about it."

"Oh, don't pretend you're not interested, San!"

"Shut the hell up, Tasuku!" Sanyu yells to her friend, off-screen before looking back at it. "Anyway, I've seen what goes on during those nights: kids walking around without supervision, asking complete strangers for candy, people getting up to crazy or stupid hijinks. No offense, but it sounds like a normal day in Fukuoka. Like I said, I don't really know what to expect. ...I guess I can say I won't be doing anything totally illegal. The last thing I need is to share a cell with Tasuku, and Ming coming to bail us both out... again."

🏚️ - have you or would you ever visit a haunted house?

Tasuku looks at the question and actually bursts out laughing. "Is this guy for real or something?! Dude, of course I've visited haunted houses! Both during Halloween, and out of it! Those attractions they show at carnivals or amusement parks do nothing but get a laugh out of me. I mean, if you look at them with a close eye, you can see that the props and people wearing costumes are fake. I have to stop myself from laughing every time I hear little kids screaming and crying every time they get scared!"

"That would explain why there were so many crying and scared children last year..."

Tasuku shrugs. "Now, if you want a real haunted house, come here to Fukuoka and visited some of the abandoned buildings we've got! You'll find some really scary characters there, trust me!"

🔮 - do u believe in occults? [ie aliens, vampires, fairies, werewolves, witches etc]

"Do I believe in the occult?" Ming asked, before looking at the screen with a worrying look. "I won't say that I don't believe in them. But I'm not saying I do believe in them, either. Not to sound like a skeptic like my brother, but I'm not entirely sure things like supernatural creatures actually exist. They could be real, of course. After all, the world is a huge place. And there are many things so... outlandish and weird that they can't be described. But... I'd need to see some sort of proof or something that they actually do exist before I could pass judgment."

Thanks for the ask!

[purplesurveys]

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1. Is there currently any snow on the ground where you live? Where I live has never seen snow ever.

2. Do you have any nieces or nephews? I don't. I don't think any of my siblings want to be parents either, so I feel like the most I'll have are godchildren from my friends.

3. Have you ever sold anything online? I've sold a few photocards, but that's it. I'd love to try my hand more in selling but I'm just so busy as it is and have little to no time to even respond if inquiries come in. Then there's the effort in making some sort of microsite like Carrd so you look legit, the time and resources needed to pack the orders, then booking the shipping service...I'm just way too busy to become a full-time seller.

4. Have you ever been to an extremely dirty house before? Whose house was it? I don't think I've ever been in a dirty house per se but I've visited families or classmates whose houses are just loaded/packed with so many things in one place. Filipinos like to hoard stuff, so a typical Filipino living room would have things like graduation portraits and diplomas lining up the wall, every single medal their kids have won, religious statues, a bunch of miniature art sculptures that don't necessarily complement, a china collection...the list goes on. Like it's not messy, but it's filled to the brim with so many things that it ends up being an eyesore.

This applies to most households I know of but I'm glad my mom didn't pick up that tendency. She likes to keep the house looking clear and I've ultimately picked up that preference too.

5. Would you ever or do you hunt? It doesn't sound interesting to me in the least and I wouldn't do it.

6. Have you ever blown smoke into a bubble (kids bubbles) before? No. Is something supposed to happen when you do that? Hahaha now you have me curious.

7. What bothers you most about the customers you serve at work? If you don’t directly serve customers at work, what bothers you most about your job in general? It makes work-life balance a myth. Even things like people getting to turn off their notifications in the evening make me jealous because I can't do that – I have to be on call literally, like, 24/7.

8. Do you like to play games on your phone? What games do you play most often? Sure. These days I've been pretty obsessed with Rhythm Hive, which is a (surprise!) rhythm game for Hybe groups. I used to be addicted to In the Seom but I haven't played that in a while. :( I should reinstall that soon...

9. Do you take a lot of pictures of your pets? Of course. I'll whip out my phone every chance I get.

10. Do you screen shot a lot of things on your phone? Way more than I think I do. It's just second nature for me to do so at this point, especially if I feel like I'll need to backtrack on that screenshot sometime in the future.

11. What is the most recent video you took of? Cooper barking threateningly at a nonexistent stranger/noise.

12. Do you have any future tattoos planned out? Will you actually go through with them or is there something stopping you from doing so? I have design ideas but they will always remain as ideas because I'm terrified of needles lol.

13. Who was the last person to break your trust? How did they do so and how did you deal with it? The supplier we got for our event last Thursday. They've been our go-to since last year, never disappointed us, the team's always been a joy to work with; but idk they've had quite a bit of booboos over the last few months and last Thursday was simply mine and my team's last straw. They were extremely unreliable on the day of and for some reason their manpower kept disappearing at crucial points? - like where tf were they hanging out??? - that I had no choice but to manage the entire event myself until the end.

14. What did you dress up as for Halloween? Or if you didn’t dress up, was there a specific reason or do you just not care about that sort of thing? I went to one Halloween party last year, which was Disney-themed, so I DIY'd some clothes to be Winnie the Pooh.

15. Has wind ever done any extreme damage to your home or anything that you own? No. That happened to our neighborhood once though. There had been a typhoon that started off with extremely strong winds, and you could hear windows smashing and glass shattering every minute or so. Fortunately for us we had all of our windows closed that morning so our house was left unscathed.

16. Is your pet very snuggly or are they more independent? Agi lives on being snuggled, and he isn't opposed to whining and barking if he feels like he's not getting enough of it. Cooper is very independent; he'll actively wrestle out of your grasp if you try to cuddle with him haha. Kimi had independent as well.

17. What shirt were you wearing the last time you took a picture of yourself? A white oversized polo with handpainted doodles.

18. Do you enjoy Smile Cookies from Tim Hortons or any of their other charities and/or seasonal promotions? If you don’t go to Tim Hortons, do you dislike the coffee, live too far away from one, or is there another reason? I don't think I've ever eaten anything from Tim Hortons beyond their wraps.

19. Are the photos on your lock screen and on your homepage of your phone the same or different? If you don’t have that option on your phone, what is your background on your phone? They are different, yes. I feel like it'd so boring if they were the same.

20. Do you enjoy taking photos with your significant other or are you just not that type of couple? If you don’t have a significant other, do you enjoy taking photos of yourself more or of your friends and/or family? I definitely take more photos of other people than I do myself.

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

I love you, mum

Remus Lupin x Reader

Requested - Noppe

Summary - Remus Lupin was the love of your life, right? You thought so, that was, until he came home from an order mission finding you pregnant and hating it with his entire being. Can you handle that?

Trigger Warning - cursing, mentions of abortion, mentions of pregnancy, rude as hell Remus.

This one is kinda lengthy, so, fairwarning. I'ma make it a series, so, Part 1!

There he stood, right before you, his bag packed as your eyes watered. "I know 'm love, but you know how the order is. I don't get to pick when I go." He took you into his arms, his hand immediately running through your hair.

You both were 24 now, honestly surprised with the way time had flown by even with the pending war surrounding you. He, James, and Sirius were going to investigate a lead, one that involved the fourth member of their family from Hogwarts, Peter.

The night Peter was trusted with James, Lily, and Harry's lives, Voldemort had shown up, prepared to murder them in cold blood. The only thing stopping him that night was that you, Remus, and Sirius paid a surprise visit to your favorite new family, wanting Harry to experience a Halloween as normal as you all could make it.

Harry had been zooming through on his broom in his Kinmare Kestrels costume, the five of you cheering him on as if he was in the middle of a quidditch game himself. Voldemort had made himself known quite quickly, assuming the three of them were on their own, but was met with a small army, prepared to protect your family.

Now, Remus was leaving to go find Peter, along with looking into how deep his dedicated now lied with the monster attempting to rule your world.

"I'm going to be back before you know it. I'll be nice and safe, and I'll be home after this months turn, so we won't even have to worry about that when I come home." You nodded, but teared up at that.

"But, who'll patch you up and kiss all your bruises?" You asked softly, pushing back some of his hair to gaze into his eyes. "'M sure James and Sirius will be more than happy to help me out like they used to, although I don't think either will kiss the bruises - not that I'd want them to." He grimaced at the thought of one of his two best friends kissing each healing wound on his skin after a horrible night of turning.

"Just, come back safe, okay? Don't do anything stupid, don't let Sirius talk you into doing something irrational, don't let James cry too much about Lily and Harry either, please. I can't even imagine how they're doing. Just come back safe to me." You kissed him softly, pulling him closer to your body, only wrapped in a robe, holding him as close to you as you could.

"Of course sweets. You be safe too, go see Lily and Harry, go see Molly and the kids, don't stay cooped up in here missing me. I'm sure Molly would love to bake with you and I'm sure Lily would be more than happy to eat at much as she can, especially now that we all know she's pregnant again." He laughed softly, kissing your forehead.

"Okay, okay, go, before I lock you in the house and break your wand so you can't leave." He chuckled, wiping a few stray tears from your face as he kissed you one last time before moving to leave the comfort of the home the two of you built together.

Five minutes without him had you sobbing and feeling empty.

Six days without him had you throwing up.

Two weeks without him had you taking a pregnancy test.

Two weeks and three minutes without him had you sobbing as the plus sign on the test.

Three weeks without him had you hiding it from your best friend.

Four weeks without him had you looking for the baggiest of his sweaters and wishing he would finally come home.

Five weeks without him had you shaking in fear, fear of your growing stomach and fear of the second turn he would be fulfilling away from home.

Six weeks without him had you going to the appointment without him, without anyone knowing.

Six weeks and two days without him had you sobbing.

Six weeks, two days, and thirty four minutes had you screaming in joy as you wrapped your arms and legs around his warm hold, clutching onto him with dear life.

"Remus John Lupin!" You yelled, tears falling harder as you felt the worries of him being dead in a hole left your shoulders.

"Oh my sweet love, I've got you, yeah? I've finally got you." He whispered. Your arms were tight on his frame, holding him like you were afraid this was a dream, for him to fade away and leave you once more.

He had walked you to your bed, sitting on it with you set in his arms, his nose sniffing your hair, letting your scent calm him and moony. "Oh my girl, I've missed you so much." He whispered, your tears finally slowing. "I've missed you, bubs." You whispered, your eyes meeting his to press your lips upon his, holding his face close to yours.

Silence filled the room, his hands wandering your skin, making sure each inch of it was the same as he remembered. He didn't falter, until his hands slipped under his sweater, feeling the bump under his hands.

"The fuck?" He whispered, pulling away from you. "What's going on?" He asked you, his eyes sharp on your own.

"Um." You said, your head falling and you stared at your hands. "'M pregnant, Moons." You whispered, moving off of his lap to lift up the warm fabric, showing him your bump. "Twins." You said softly, looking up into his eyes.

"You're joking." He said, his voice void of emotion, it staying the same pitch with each syllable.

"Does it look like I'm joking? You're staring at the bump. I haven't told anyone, waiting for you to get home." You were waiting for a smile to break out on his face, for his eyes to light up, for him to wrap you in his arms once more and spin you and gently as he could before bending down and kissing your belly once - twice - three times.

But, it didn't happen.

Two minutes after he knew had you silent.

Three minutes after he knew had you shuffling back from foot to foot.

Four minutes after he knew had your eyes welling up with tears.

Five minutes after he knew had you breaking the silence, your voice louder than expected.

"Say something, Rem!" You yelled, flinching at the sound of your own tone.

"I - uh." He said, one of his hands moving down his face to attempt to shake the shock from it. "No." He said after another moment, standing up and moving across the room.

"No, we aren't having a kid, let alone two! No!" He paced back and forth, shaking his head. "No way. We're gonna have to figure something else out." He spoke, stopping to think, his face pointing up at the sky. "I'm sure there's something we can do to fix this." He said, finally turning to look at you.

"Fix this? There is nothing to fix, you prick!" You yelled, tears falling once more, but for a much different reason. "I'm fucking pregnant, this isn't something you fix!"

His eyes grew angry, glaring at you like never before. "You know how I feel about having kids! No!" He shouted, his tone matching yours.

"Fuck you." You whispered, shaking your head. You picked your wand up from your bedside table, flicking it once before a suitcase appeared and clothes began filling into it.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice monotoned once more.

"Leaving." You spoke the word, shivering at the idea of it. But, once the bag was packed, your hand wrapped around it's handle, you quickly turned on your heel, unsure of apparating out of the flat while pregnant.

"Where are you going?" His voice was slightly softer now, the actions of the moment catching up to him.

Before exiting the place you called home, more so, leaving the person you called home, you whispered. "I dunno."

Your wand was held out, summoning the Knight Bus, letting you onto it and paying the fee before looking at the man before you.

"Where to?" He asked, his left eyebrow raised at you.

You didn't think you could go to Lily and James, not wanting to face Lily's wrath towards Remus along with her hurt for not knowing about your pregnancy. You couldn't turn to Sirius, knowing he would hate his best friend in a way you could never want for the man you loved.

"The burrow, please."

The bus took you there after dropping off the two people before you, assisting you with your bag to the front door before disappearing.

Your hand shook as you knocked, but heard the pitter patter of the feet of her many children before a yell from the woman herself. "I don't know who's at the door! Charlie can you please change Ginny!"

The door flung open, revealing the woman to you. "Oh! Y/n!" She spoke, her face breaking out into a warm, wonderful smile before letting you in. "I haven't seen you for a little while, I was about to send an owl your way." She said, leading you into the home and back into the kitchen where the smell of Mince Pies filled your nose.

"'M sorry, Molly. A lots happened."

With tears in your eyes, you stood before Molly, the woman you saw as your own mother. The woman who celebrated with you when Remus asked you out. The woman who held you when you cried after your first argument with the man. The woman you had planned to tell about your pregnancy, but feeling your heart break each day you waited to tell her.

You had it all planned out. You were going to show up with Remus, once he found out and the two of you celebrated, wearing a sweater that covered your bump - much like the one you still wore. You would be holding two bags, one for each of the parents you loved so much, with a shirt for them both with the words "first time grandparent" on it.

But now, you had to tell this woman that you had kept your pregnancy from her for this long, your spouse had practically told you to get rid of the babies, and that you had left him.

"Molly, I'm pregnant." You whispered, pulling his sweater up to show the adamant bump. "And Remus wants me to get rid of them, so I left him." Your voice was breaking, shaking, and terrified of what you were to do now.

Her eyes filled with tears of her own, her arms wrapping around your frame and holding you to her. Molly Weasley: Best Hugs. She held you for a minute, letting your sobs fall from your body, holding your shaking frame. Once you calmed down as much as she thought you would, she sat you down on the kitchen chairs.

"Oh, sweet girl. I'm so sorry." Her wand flicked, bringing you a warm cup of tea before she settled in the seat beside you. "You're more than welcome to stay here. We can move Charlie in with Bill and you can take his room. You know you're more than welcome to." Her voice was soft and sincere, looking at you with the look you wished your fiance had looked at you with. Her hand reached to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear before moving it down to press softly against your growing stomach.

"Molly, you know I can't do that. I wouldn't want to put Charlie out of his room. Plus, I'm going to be getting bigger and eating more soon, I don't want to be in the way." You explained, watching as she shook her head. "In no way would you be in the way. Plus, I'd love to be here with you through this!" She exclaimed, taking your hand in hers.

"Honestly, Molly, I don't want him to find me." You admitted softly, your heart hurting at the truth. You hated how he had talked to you, how easily it was for him to suggest he "took care of it". It hurt you to your core. He was the man you thought would stand beside you through everything. Through the fears of financial trouble, through the happiness of your own home, through your pregnancy. But now, you were all alone. Your soul felt cold, the warmth he provided now long gone, leaving a feeling as cold as the harshest winter in it's place.

"Oh, honey, I understand." She said softly, nodding.

After another minute or two with the wonderful woman, you looked at her. "Molly, could I use some parchment and a quill? And your owl? I wanna write to Lily." You said softly, hating to intrude, but knowing that with one person told, that would soon turn into two, then 9, then everyone else you could imagine.

"Of course love! Of course! Bill, bring me some parchment and a quill please, y/n needs it!"

Bill soon came in, hanging you the items you requested before rushing back outside to play with his siblings. "You can go sit in the living room and write, okay?" She pushed back your hair, smiling at you before allowing you to walk off, going to write a letter for James and Lily, along with one for Sirius.

Your hand was shaking as you pondered what to write to your best friends. How do you explain that you're pregnant with their best friend's kids, that he doesn't want them, and that you've left him, all in the same day that they got home?

You set your fears aside and wrote to your best friends, letting everything out that you could.

Dear Lily and James

I'm so glad you're safe, James, I was so incredibly worried. I'm so happy you're back home with Lily and Harry.

You guys might be wondering why I'm not using our owl, that's actually what I was writing you about. I left Remus. Before you're freaking out and such, I'm also pregnant. He wanted me to "take care of it". His words, not mine.

It's twins. I don't know the genders yet, but I'm 6 weeks along. Absolutely huge though. That's a lie, I just feel huge. I can still wear one of his sweaters to cover the bump. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, Lils. I wanted to wait until Rem got home and us be able to tell you both together. Don't worry, I'm writing Sirius about it too.

I don't know where I'm gonna stay, if I'm being honest with you. I'm at Molly's right now, but I'm not staying long. I'm not staying at yours either - especially not with you pregnant too Lily, and with Harry. I can't do that to you guys. Plus, like I told Molly, I don't want Remus to know where I am.

I know that might seem wrong, but he wants me to get rid of them. I can't ever do that. They are apart of me, apart of us both. I'm growing these two precious beings that are half of us and full of our love - well, my love. How am I supposed to look him in the eyes and see him hate me as I grow our kids.

I'll write you both after I'm settled somewhere, but this will be my only letter until then. I love you both so, so much. Give Harry a kiss from me.

You folded the letter up and wrote one quite similar to Sirius before tying them to Errol and sending him off to your three best friends.

You stood and waddled back to find Molly with Fred and George outside, scolding them for attempting to get Ron to fly on their broom and hit the Bludger before it hit him.

"This is what I have to look forward to, huh?" You asked, a light smile on your face.

"Oh yeah, they're twice the trouble." She laughed, smiling. Fred and George smiled at that, proud to have caused Mischief in their family. "But they give you twice the love." She spoke, watching as they ran off while their mother was distracted.

The two off you walked towards the house once more, talking. "Did you decide what you want to do?" She asked finally, looking at you.

"I'm going to the states. I have some family there that I want to go visit, one with a guest house that I can stay in. I owled to them when I sent Lily and James one." You stood before her, tears welling up.

"You better come see me all the time still, send me pictures of you growing. Send me the address so we can come see you, especially in America! Don't let me go without seeing you growing my grandbabies." You nodded, wrapping her up in your hold.

"I won't, I swear. I'll send you so many owls, you're gonna think I am living with you." She kissed your temple, holding your cheeks.

"Okay, I put your bag upstairs in Bill's room, just as a precaution. Do you want me to go get it or-" she was cut off with a frantic knock, the hits not stopping.

"I'll go get it, that sounds urgent." You both laughed softly, your swollen feet carrying you up the stairs and to Bill's room, grabbing your suitcase before heading down the stairs.

"Molly, where is she. I just want to see her." You heard Lily speak, her voice hurried.

"Sirius, let me go! She's in there, I know she is!" Remus yelled, his voice carrying up the stairs.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." You mumbled, looking around the stairs for some kind of hidden passage. It's a wizard and witch house, how is there not a hidden passage?" You reached for your wand, your eyes squeezing shut as you realized you set it down to write to your friends.

"Stop it! All four of you!" Molly yelled, her voice sharp. "There is a woman in my home who is pregnant and does not need this kind of stress. Now, I will ask her if and who she would like to see."

While she was speaking, you creeped down the rest of the stairs and slipped into the living room, grasping your wand.

"Worse than my own kids, I swear." You heard her mumble before walking towards the living room. "Y/n, dear? I'm sure you've heard them by now but the boys and Lily -" she cut herself off, her eyes finding you holding your wand and suitcase, your eyes welled up with tears and your lip between your teeth.

"I love you, Mum." You whispered, before clutching your belly in protection with your arm holding your suitcase, apparating from the warm home.

[katerinabythesea95]

Me, playing Cannibal Corpse full blast in her bedroom while screaming into her hands at her desk: me? Stressed? Not at all🙄😩

Here are some songs I feel go good with this (I've only heard a tiny bit of canibal corpse, idk their songs, but they definitely sound perfect for letting out frustration and anger. I'm sorry you've been stressed lately 😔

Pt two in my second blog @graciesinclair81

Blood in the water pt 1(reader x Sinclair brothers, house of wax au)

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, plot to murder, cheating.

A/N:Okay so my mind came up with so many scenarios, but this one In particular stood out. It takes place way back when, before Ambrose was home to more than just our fav greasy brothers. So I'm gonna have to say...1991 . Victor Sinclair is still alive in this au. Also for some reason this turned into a small back story intro for him and Trudy.

So without further adieu, Here's part one

*Your pov*

My mind had finally snapped. My worst nightmare had become reality. Everything finally came crashing down on me like a sh**load of bricks and cement. I wasn't angry; oh, no. I was beyond that. I was seething, all I saw was literally tinted in red. My eyes were bloodshot and my face was soaked in tears of pure frustration, pain and hurt. My boyfriend of not one, but two years had been cheating on me. I found out when I went to pay him a surprise visit...

*Flashback*

"Thanks for shopping here with us, have a great day." I smile at the current customer I'd been tending to. My boss, Mr. Daniels, walks into the room.

"Okay kids,I'll be leaving town for the weekend to see my folks, see y'all on Monday, have a great weekend." He announces to my coworkers and me.

We finish tending to the remaining customers and file out of the small building. I step outside and the smell of coffee and cooking food is replaced by fresh air and the usual country smell of Ambrose. I love our quaint little town. It ain't flashy, the streets arent correctly paved, and despite the townsfolk best efforts, the small buildings are showing signs of aging. Nevertheless, it's home.

"So, y/n, you goin' to the theater tonight?" My best friend, Daisy asks excitedly as we walk, her curly blonde ponytail swinging with each of her steps. I smile wide. "Of course, James and Ive been wanting to see Halloween five forever." I say. (Usually by the time a movie is showed at ambrose, it's outdated.)

I noticed Buster, Daisy's boyfriend, and James' best friend was unusually quiet. He had his hands jammed in his pockets and his head low. He was usually a jokester chatterbox. He Always had something to say and it's rare to see his signature grin off his face, but lately he's been acting strange, and he seemed to avoid talking to James and I.

"Buster, you've been actin'...quiet lately. What's wrong?" I ask and stop walking. Daisy follows suit.

He looks up and looks at us with a frown.

"I don't know what You're talkin' about."

I squint my eyes at him. I hate when people played dumb. This boy is definitely hiding something.

"Buster, cut the crap. Anything you wanna tell me?" I demand, crossing my arms and staring him down.

It was a technique my poppa taught me and my brothers. We called it the Sinclair stare. People tend to get intimidated when they're being watched with intensity, and they'll confess if you subject it to them long enough, just to get you to stop.

His eyes flicker from me to daisy and the ground restlessly for a few moments. Daisy was wearily looking between us.

"You know what? Why don't you just go ask your boyfriend? I'm f***ing done with all this bull***t!" He exclaims before storming off, leaving Daisy and I with gaped expressions.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's gone into him." She gives me an apologetic look before running after her lover.

I sigh in exasperation. "Ask my boyfriend? " What did James have to do with anything? I keep walking towards his house. I pass by the gas station my brother Bo worked at. It was just across from the malt shop. I could see his legs sticking out of a car as usual. I cross the street and walk over to him and nudge his boot with my own foot.

He slides from under the vehicle and looks up, his annoyed glare turning immediately to a warm smile. I smile back at him. He gets up and puts his hands on his hips.

"Hey, little Missy, shouldn't you be at work?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Mr. Daniels is leaving town for the weekend, he let us off early." I explain.

"oh, you gonna help Vince at the museum?"

I shake my head. I wasn't in the mood to paint or help my other older brother,Vincent, Bo's twin work on the house of wax that our mother had built from scratch. Now that she's gone, Vincent and I were the ones mostly in charge, since we were artists like momma.

"naw, Imma go see James, gotta talk to him about some things." I reply.

Bo rolls his eyes and I giggle. He didn't like James much, he only barely tolerated him because of me, same goes with my dad. Vincent was more accepting of my boyfriend while my younger brother Lester was full on friends with him.

"Well don't stay too long, you know the drill, his momma ain't home you get your behind back here or to the house of wax, okay?" Bo says. Its my turn to roll my eyes.

"Of course." I smirk at him.

He smiles and wipes his hands on the back of his suit before wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead.

"He so much as lays a finger or hurts you in any way, you tell me immediately, got it?" He murmurs into my hair. I nod, suppressing a sigh as I hug him back, but I know exactly where exactly he was coming from. I've had the same bad luck as my siblings when it comes to significant others. We've all been burned in the past.

We let go of each other after a moment, and he ruffles my hair before we say goodbye. I resume my original route. When I finally reach James' house, I knock the door, call out a few times, and wait for a few minutes, but no answer. He should be here, he had the day off on Saturdays. He works at the town sugar mill with his dad. Mrs. Miller was usually at home too, but sometimes she would go out to the market or to neighbors houses to chat.

I'm definitely not gonna be the perfect little housewife the woman of ambrose are. I learned it from my momma. She owned the house of wax museum and she ran it, even though poppa helped her with it, she was the main boss of it.

Maybe James was at the market with his momma. I'm about to turn away and leave when I look up and see one of the window curtains sway close. Oh, he was probably sleeping when I came up. I waited for a few more minutes for him to come downstairs, but he never does.

My heart sinks as those venomous flashbacks from my past start to seep into my mind, and I try to shut them out. James is different. He knows my past and he'd never hurt me. He loves me. I know he does. How many guys would put up with a girlfriend who refused to sleep with them? Like, literally no boy would.

James did. He understood and shared my beliefs, and knew about my past trauma. I'd told him before even getting into a relationship with him that I wouldn't be able to fully trust him completely for a long long time, and he'd promised that he wasn't going anywhere. So far he hasn't given me any reason to doubt him, why should I start now? But...what's going on right now?

The door finally opens and I let out a sigh of relief, mentally rebuking myself for getting paranoid. I wrap my arms around his waist. He hugs me back. He smelled of shampoo and his skin was cool and moist.

"Hey baby, you're here early." He chuckles. I look up at his face, the face of the boy I love so dearly. His emerald green eyes seemed slightly tense and darker than usual. His curly hair was dripping a bit, water droplets glistening in the sunlight like tiny diamonds.

"Yup, boss is going on a trip, we got let off early. Thought I'd surprise you" I tell him, a hint of uneasiness still lingering in my chest. His expression softens more.

"You okay? Did something happen?" He asks with concern.

"Well Buster kinda blew up for some reason. I'd asked him why he's been acting so weird these last few days, and he just went off, told me to ask you." I watch James' face harden into a frown, his jaw clenching.

"What did he mean?" I ask, searching his eyes.

"Don't listen to him, he's just...mad at me. We're having an argument." He says, but there's a look on his face. He's not telling me something.

"James. Don't hide information from me please. What's going on?" My heart feels heavier with each moment that pases. He sighs and rubs his face tiredly.

"Babe, don't worry about it, look, ma isn't here, so I can't let you in...but I'll pick you up tonight, sound good?" He touches my face tenderly.

"Why don't we just take a walk to the lake while we wait for the movie to start?" I suggest. I can't help the growing panic inside me.

"I'd love to, baby, but I didn't really sleep well last night, and I had to get up early today to help pa with some things at the mill. I'm exhausted, I wanted to take a nap before our date."

"Okay, sleep well, see ya later then." I say, trying not to sound too disappointed. He gives me a kiss on the lips and a hug. As we hug, my chin rests on his shoulder and I once again look up toward the bedroom windows and see the same curtain move just as my gaze lands on it. I pretend to walk away from the house until I hear the door close. I turn and go around the house, and I go in the door that leads to a crawl space under the porch. I sit there to wait. Wait for what exactly, my mind tries not to deal on it, but I can't help myself. I know I have every reason to be mistrusting and to worry so damn much but I also know this isn't normal healthy behavior. I have to let go of the past pain in order to be happy again, but something just doesn't feel right here.

The last time i ignored the red flags and internal gut feeling I was hurt. At least this time, I can be slightly prepared for what might coming ahead. Being cheated on is not something you ever recover from; you just learn how to accept it and try to not let it ruin you.

I don't know how much time passed when I heard the door open again.

"Today was a close one, Ashely. Don't ever come over like that, You can't break the rules I told you when we got together. she would've seen you if ma had been here before her." I hear James' voice.

"I'm sorry, I just missed and needed you so bad." Besides, I've never been to your house, and I'm tired of hiding like a rat. So you better get rid of her or it's over between us."

A familiar female voice said. I recognize it as Ashely Jacobsen's. She was the Mis ambrose beauty pageant queen. She won each year since she turned 13. She was the kind of girl who was "nice" to everyone to their faces but behind closed doors, she was a b***h. We had been enemies since she'd turned on my when she started hanging out with with jocks and cheerleaders.

"Don't worry Im gonna break up with her, but I have to find the right way to do it, don't want her brutes of brothers and father on my back." James says.

Rage boiled inside me; it took every ounce of strength I have to not crawl out of my hiding place and rip her and James to shreds. But us Sinclairs have a way to deal with people who dared double cross us. It didn't happen often, but when it did, let's just say bad things occured.

Bile rises up my throat as I catch glimpses of them kissing through the small cracks in the wooden floor. I wait for the skank to leave and for the traitor to retreat back into the house. When the coast is clear, I get out and go home, There is much work to be done...

*end of flashback*

When I got home, Nobody was there, not my brothers, not my father, not even Jones, our family dog. Vincent or Lester must've taken him. (A/N this particular dog is Jonesey's great grandaddy, since this takes Place so long ago.)

I storm up my room, and slam the door so hard the walls of our wooden house shutter. I scream out loud, it hurts my throat but I don't give a damn. I want to see them in pain. I want to see blood. I keep screaming into my pillow, my body tensing up with all the overwhelming emotions I'm feeling.

I push myself off the bed and take out my Canibal corpse tape and put it hastily into my boom box, cranking it all the way. I need to refrain myself from further action until I talk to my family. They will help me layout a plan. I know that poppa is gonna get real angry when he gets home and hears me blasting music he didn't really like. But once I tell him my story he's gonna turn that vicious anger towards the sick f***s that have hurt me.

I was right. I'm still pacing the floor when my door slams open this time and my father is standing there, his trademark scowl on his face as I expected. He has a belt in his hand. Ready for action.

"WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS NOISE??" He yells above the booming music, somehow managing to sound louder than the blaring heavy metal. He lurches forward, looking like a rattlesnake about to strike a unsuspecting mouse.

"THE BASTARD IS TWO TIMING ME!" I scream as loud as I can.

He hears me cause he lowers his weapon. His face goes to surprised for a moment before getting even angrier than before. "HE WHAT??" He takes in my broken expression for the first time,and just kind of stands there awkwardly. Thankfully the music filled what would be a awfully uncomfortable silence. I want to be comforted, but my relationship with my father, like his with my brothers,is strained.

My father wasn't father of the year; everyone knows that. And my mother hadn't been mother of the year when she was alive either, but deep down, they tried their best. It wasn't easy for them to raise a family especially in the beginning when Bo and Vincent had been born. Yeah, doctors had been able to separate them safely, but my parents hadn't been prepared for the mental and physical complications that followed after. And not long after the twins were born, I came along; and only two years later Lester had been born. It was alot more than a young couple could handle. I'm not saying I agree with their child rearing methods, but I try not to be unnecessarily judgemental of them. Although they terrified the crap out of me and my brothers, we're still their babies; and they watched out for us in their own way. The music abruptly stops.

"what's all this noise?" Bo asks, he and Vincent standing at the door and looking at us.

Bo's eyes land on me and then at the belt in our fathers hand. He frowns. He walks over and stands protectively in front of me.

"Come on, Pa, it's just music." He says in a light tone. Bo may be 19 and fit from his work as a mechanic, but poppa was not one to be messed with, despite his lanky frame, he was dangerous, and we Sinclair children knew that perfectly well. Vincent steps in beside Bo and me.

"He didn't hurt me, James did." I tell my older brother. What James did to me hurt worse than any beating Poppa has or could give me.

Bo's eyes widen in shock at my words, but only briefly; for his eyes turned cold and a deep frown appeared on his face, making him look so much like poppa.

The tension and pure discontent in the room that rolled off all of us was so thick, I literally feel like I'm suffocating in it. I need to feel a release, and there's only one thing that would do that. And I make a request I had never made before.

"Pa,Vince,Bo,I want them dead." I say in a low, venom coated tone.

"Okay sweet pea, we'll round up Lester and get rid of 'em." Bo says, rubbing my back sympathetically.

"I want to go with you. I want to be part of it this time."I clarify. Vincent is the first to shake his head.

"Baby, we don't want you to get hurt." Bo says softly.

"I need this, guys, poppa! PLEASE." I look from my brothers to poppa, who hasn't said anything yet.

His Ice blue eyes bore into my pleading ones. He could see how much pain I was in and how important it was for me to get my revenge personally, because he nods after debating a moment.

"Okay." He says, giving my brothers the 'look' so that they don't protest. It's not that my father isn't protective of me; he's even worse than all three of my brothers sometimes, but he's a 'swim or drown' father, and right now I know Im asking to be swimming with pirahnas.

He looks back at me with the same gaze.

"You are to join us, but remember. Once you hunt and kill, it changes you. No going back. Ever. Understand?"

I nod my head. "Yessir."

He nods again and looks back at the boys. "Go get your brother. We've got planning to do."

The twins both look at me, well Bo sorta glared at me, I know he hates that I'm gonna be hunting with them, but he keeps his mouth shut and stalks out my room. Vincent grabs my hand, squeezing it gently before following after Bo.

My father jerks his head at me, motioning me to follow him. We go downstairs to the living room. Poppa throws himself on the couch. I know better to stare at him; he hates it, but I can't help but do just that. He looks so...exhausted? He's not that old; he was only 35. (he was my age when the twins had been born, mama had been 14). But he looks older than he actually is. His chocolate brown hair was thinning and had some gray in it. I don't know why, but I feel pity for him; he hasn't been the same since momma passed; and I know he feels guilty for not being able to save her but there wasn't anything anyone could do; she'd had a cyst in her brain and it was unremovable.

His eyes flicker to me and he meets my gaze, and I don't take my eyes away from his, although that's the rule. "You're a lot like your momma, you know that?" He says, his eyes scanning my face, as if he was seeing me for the first time.

I'm not surprised by his words; for everyone would always mention my uncanny resemblance to her, but what shocked me was the pure softness of his words. His face is gentle, and he continues to stare at me, his eyes unusually light and kind. I felt the sudden urge to just hug and comfort him. This is ridiculous, he's my father. I have every right to hug him. I decide to push my luck and carefully walk forward till I'm standing beside him.

He didn't move away or glare at me like he always did when me or my brothers would get too close to him.

"Yeah, I know...but I have your eyes, pa." I say. My body was trembling with fight or flight like I always do when I'm around my father. But i find myself sitting next to him. We stare at each other, his usually ice blue are lighter, making it look like I was looking into a mirror. Happy memories of my childhood flood my mind. Poppa coming home from work,and me greeting him,jumping into his arms. Laying with him on the couch, watching a boring game of football that he liked, and me falling asleep,cuddling his chest. I do the same thing again,I wrap my arm around him and lay my head on his chest.

He tenses up a bit at first, but then he relaxes and I feel his arms around my small frame hesitantly and then more strongly. This was something I had missed terribly, just like I missed momma. After she died it was like poppa had left, too. She was the love of life; the one who saved him from the unhappy life he'd come from. His parents were even more strict than he is with us. He would get beaten for literally everything he did, even things we never get beaten for.

Momma's passing wasn't the beginning of my estrangement from my father; it only deepened it. I'd started drifting apart from him and momma when I was about six or seven and found out about Bo's wrist scars. I had went into his and Vince's room to wake them up for breakfast, when I saw the giant purple painfully looking scars on my brother. I was so shocked,upset and worried. I woke him up in tears, and asked him what happened to his arms and he tried to lie about them at first, saying he done them to himself, but I saw right through him and demanded the truth.

When he nervously revealed that it was our own parents who had done it to him as a kid, that's when I realized that they were dangerous and perfectly capable of going to extreme measures if it meant keeping us disciplined. I was angry at them; nobody could hurt my brothers and get away with it, not even my mom and dad. So I retaliated by closing myself of from them. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but as time would prove, it wasn't. Now my momma's gone and this is the first time in all these years I've been able to get close to my poppa again.

Tears well up in my eyes and I bury my face into his shirt. It smelled of cigarettes, beer and his favorite cologne.

"I'm so sorry,I'm sorry,I'm sorry daddy." I say into his chest,bawling my eyes out. I haven't called him daddy in so long.

"Sh sh sh, babygirl, it's alright, daddy's got ya. I'm here." He says soothingly into my hair. I grip onto him like my life depends on it and I can't stop Shaking with sobs.

We stay like that for a long time before I'm able to calm down. He moves my face gently so I can look at him. His thumb brushes away my tears and he plants a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm...sorry too. For everything...you...your brothers...can you ever forgive this old pile of bones?" I know how difficult it is for him to express his feelings, and this is the first time I've ever heard him apologize to anyone but my momma.

"Of course daddy.I love you. And I missed you." I kiss his cheek, and a sad smile forms on his face. At that moment, we hear the rumbling of two trucks pulling into the driveway. Daddy gives me one last squeeze and pats my back, signaling our little father daughter reunion was over.

It was time to get down to business and have a more sinister reunion...

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Interview

BB: welcome back everyone! So good to see you all here today! We're back for a 3rd time here on BB Channel! Like before we're joined by the lil cuties of Ed and Mari. But this time their parents have come to join!

Rex: hello...

Quetz: Hola!

BB: that wasn't a very strong greeting Rex!

Rex: I'm tired right now. Can't this wait?

BB: time waits for no one and neither does BB!

Mari: already this is super annoying! *sigh* so why'd you decide to bring them into this anyways?

BB: the people who follow this blog need to see how they're doing so long after Chaldea too! You two have had the spotlight for a while, so now you should share.

Ed: I mean... guess that's fair.

Mari: should anyone be dealing with this?

Rex: I'd rather not be here either.

BB: aaaww, don't be like that! This will be fun!

Quetz: that's a very hard sell BB.

BB: just humor me at least.

Rex: ...fine

Quetz: what are we even doing anyways?

BB: some of your interdimensional buds have sent in questions about how you guys are doing, and I'm here to get those answers for them!

Quetz: that actually sounds nice...

BB: what'd I tell ya!?

Rex: yeah yeah, pls get started.

BB: fine. First few are from my precious bombardier beetle! First one she asks: do you have any pets?

Mari: oof! Do we!

Rex: currently we have four dogs: 1 German Shepherd named King, a Pitbull named Sparks, a Dogo Argentino named Duke, and a Corgi named Marshmallow.

Quetz: but also we have a habit of adopting older dogs who aren't likely to get a home because of their age or rescues to give them a nice place to stay.

BB: aaawww, well ain't that wholesome?

Mari: we also have mom's bigass pterosaur!

BB: less wholesome. Next one from my dear yellowjacket: favorite foods?

Rex: PIZZA!

Mari: CAKE!

BB: whoa! Pump the brakes you two! No need to get too excited!

Quetz: ...honestly? I don't really have a favorite food. Just a bunch I like to eat and some I don't. If I had to choose, I'd say chocolate.

Ed: I'm a steak man myself.

BB: 2 sweets, and 2 savories. Next up! Who wakes up earliest?

Rex: Quetz

Ed and Mari: Mom

Quetz: ...I guess it's me... hehehe.

BB: honestly I'm not surprised. She's so damn athletic and even used to be a professional.

BB: next! Where do you all like to go for vacations and such?

Ed: mom and dad have a vacation home in Alaska.

BB: Alaska?! Why?

Mari: when warm weather is the norm for you it's nice to go to the cold to change things up.

Rex: yeah, it's actually very nice. Not too many people and beautiful nature sights.

BB: well to each their own. Another from my dear antlion: how long does it take to pick a movie or TV show to watch?

Quetz: hehehe, we're all so indecisive it takes ages to pick. It's not uncommon for us to give up after taking so long.

BB: you should work on that. This next one's interesting. My precious army ant also suggests a round of common household jobs and the like from each member.

Rex: hmmm

BB: she gave an example of like, who does the cooking?

Quetz: well it's both me and mi amor in that case. The kids aren't very creative.

Ed: hey! We're plenty creative!

Mari: no we're not, don't lie.

Rex: we only really ask that the kids clean their rooms and any messes they make. We handle most everything else.

BB: they should really show some independence tho. Can't coddle them forever.

BB: in the next one, Cadence asks about a house tour and if there's a jacuzzi.

Quetz: a house tour feels like it should be it's own thing.

Rex: yeah, but we do have a jacuzzi dude, so don't worry.

BB: next one's from Reen: she asks what would life be if you weren't in chaldea,

Rex: y'mean like now? I mean... it's a relatively normalish domestic life? With less work tho.

Quetz: si, I've made plenty from my lucha career before retirement we don't have to worry about money much. But mi amof still makes money just in case.

BB: well after that she asks: how was your life before and after meeting each other?

Rex: ...kinda sad. Aside from chaldea and saving the world, I was kinda just... stagnant. Go to work, go home and so on. Not much to my life before then.

Quetz: ...honestly, for me it was the same. After the age of Gods ended we didn't do much of anything. We mostly watched over humanity, I've been summoned in modern day before but that was rare and infrequent.

Rex: ...after I met Quetz tho... I dunno things felt... better? She kinda forced her way into my life after I summoned her and... I was more then ok to accept her... before long we had something beautiful...

Quetz: aww, mi amor! I'm so happy to hear that!

BB: ain't that sweet? Like me and my dear centipede. Final one from Reen: if you could build a dream home then where? (Can be in fantasy)

Rex: I mean... where we are now is good.

Mari: yeah, right at the border of a huge rainforest in the Yucatan sounds fine.

Ed: but what about the fantasy bit?

Quetz: hmmm... we don't really look at fantasy much. But maybe a castle of some kind?

Rex: or a Mayan temple? But with electricity and Wi-Fi.

BB: that's fair. Need those memes in your life. Now some from Kaz! First she asks: what kind of gifts do you give each other?

Rex: uuhh, well I like getting mi corazon custom things. Like some personal clothes, or even a portrait of the two of us.

Quetz: ehehehe, I like to spoil mi amor with extravagant things! Golden treasure and the like!

Mari: concerning...

BB: next, how would you spend the day if it's raining outside?

Rex: I actually enjoy rainy weather, so I like to chill near a window or even on the porch listening to the rain.

Mari: it's very soothing.

BB: how quaint. Last one from Kaz: whose good at cooking and baking?

Quetz: hehehe, that'd be me. Tho it might be considered cheating since I use my goddess power to help.

Mari: well no one else is the greatest normally so it's fine.

BB: a good 'ol better then nothing kinda attitude! Now we're back to Cadence but with more relaxed questions: what's the current house look like?

Rex: ....big.

Mari: like three stories tall with a DEEP basement.

Ed: like... 5 rooms too many.

Quetz: we also have an indoor pool.

Rex: the outside looks almost gothic, but partially taken over by nature.

BB: all this near a rainforest?

Quetz: si! Despite the size, all the nearby trees still tower over it.

BB: nature can get scary. I've seen worse and have been worse but still. Another one: how do family events function? Any specific holidays?

Quetz: ...most family events are just us... going somewhere nice to eat nice food...

Rex: do they mean bringing extended family? My family lives too far to visit often

Quetz: ...and I'd rather not speak of mine... things have gotten rocky as of late.

Mari: right, well for holidays we celebrate most standard one, like Easter and valentine's and such. For October we kinda try to combine Halloween and Day of the dead.

Ed: but Christmas is the most important for us! Mom and Dad always make the biggest celebrations for Christmas!

BB: gotta love the holidays! Especially when your mom is santa... still weird to say that. Next one! Any plans for the future?

Rex: eh... not really? I mean I want to prepare Maria to continue the family magecraft, since Ed has no interest.

Mari: someone has to continue on this lost practice.

BB: good to know it won't be lost to time like we thought. Next one! Daily life?

Rex: I wake up, eat, work on magecraft, spend family time, spend time with Quetz, go to bed.

Quetz: I wake up, workout, eat, workout, spend time with mi familia, lovely time with mi amor and then I sleep.

Ed: I wake up, take a walk, eat, practice soccer, spend family time, sleep.

Mari: sleep, sleep again, dragged to breakfast by mom, eat, eat again, mess with magecraft, eat, sit with everyone else, scroll thru my phone for hours, sleep.

Quetz: *sigh* mija, you need to change your priorities.

Mari: mmmmm... No.

BB: bad habits there Mari. Next they'd like to know if your in contact with anyone from chaldea? Other then me!

Rex: here's a real quick list: Marie, Mash, Kiara, Penth, Astraea, Martha, Ishtar, Gorgon, Jalter, The twins, your kids BB, etc etc.

Quetz: too many to list...

BB: nice you haven't lost contact! Next! About that Wedding?

Rex: well... it was eventful to say the least. Not long after completing the china LB. Most of the servants were invited, and most of Quetz's family showed up.

Quetz: si, Martha officiated it for us. Most of my family were so nice at the time... too bad that hasn't lasted.

Rex: let's not mention that...

BB: it was such a nice wedding! You two were so "nervous" you had trouble with your vows! How adorable!

Mari: why the quotes?

BB: no reason... now we're at the home stretch! Good 'ol Ash has some for stuff that technically hasn't happened yet, but you should still be able to answer! What responsibilities will Rex take on when he joins the pantheon?

Quetz: ...well he'll be largely a guardian of life on earth. Authority over things like the jungle itself, volcanos, and even snow... for some reason.

Rex: well it still snows in mexico... occasionally.

Quetz: and we'll be sharing authority over Venus! I wanted to share it with mi amor!

BB: cute! Hmmm, not sure if you cananswer this one just yet? Adjusting to God hood?

Rex: well I got to try it out a bit. Summoning lava and snow is... interesting. But also... my mind felt... odd... but also clearer? Not sure how to put it...

BB: I'm sure when you get there you'll get it... took me a bit after servant fest. And how did the other divinities react?

BB: actually I have some recordings of that to answer, so play the clip!

A screen appears showing recordings of some servants, one at a time.

Ishtar: eh! She's turning you into a god!? ...I guess you've earned it master...

Eresh: what!? Can you do that?! ...guess I won't see you in Kur... then again I don't think you have any link to Kur anyways.

Kama: do you really think your cut out for it? I mean... if it's just for you two to be together then I guess it's fine.

Astraea: godhood is a very big responsibility master. Are you certain you're up to it? Saving humanity is also a big task but at least that has an end point. This is... eternal.

Qin: oh! So you have decided to go for immortality after all?! Tho not the same as my methods, it is still good to see you two will be happy together!

Scathach: immortality? I've strived for death for so long... to see you go for immortality... Hopefully you'll find happiness, where I couldn't...

The screen turns off.

BB: very interesting! Most seem hesitant of it all... I for one think it's cute! Imagine in a thousand years you guys have a double date with me and my dear stag beetle!

Rex: ...a thousand years...

Quetz: still having trouble processing it all?

Rex: yeah... maybe when I get there... it'll be easier.

BB: now for today's final one! A scenario! One of you two goes berserk! What does the other do to calm them down?

Rex: well that has happened before... usually a nice hug is more then good enough.

Quetz: si! I've almost destroyed a few servants a few times until mi amor caught me in a hug! I can't bring myself to harm him... so I stop!

BB: sounds too easy... but I've seen that before so... I'll let it slide.

BB: well that's all the time we have for now! Hopefully you all are satisfied by the answers! We'll be doing this again, seeya!

Screen cuts out, the show's over.

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agajsksns not gonna lie being 10 feet tall sounds awesome. i have no idea how tall that is because the only thing i know about feet (that sounds so wrong) is that google is telling me that i'm 5'6 (sorry to disappoint). which is. average height right? well it doesn't feel like it coz my best friends are giants. they're both 180+ cm tall and they constantly make fun of me for being short. but honestly i win because i can always make them reach things for me.

thank you! that's very sweet, i actually only saw your reply like 20 minutes before the new year so it was right on time! i loved writing to you and waiting to hear back as well, you're a really fun person to talk to!

i know you probably won't see this for a couple of weeks before going on holiday, but have fun!

i laughed really hard at the picture my brain conjured up when reading about you dropping the vampire act and starting to pretend to be a mouse, just straight up scurrying up to the houses on all fours in a bathrobe is hilarious. i'd pay to see that. and yeah! me either. the number of times i've gone outside at night is probably like 3. that's counting that time when i went for ice cream at 11pm to the store on the other side of the street in my pajamas and then had to turn back because it apparently closes at 10 pm. that was a pretty big disappointment

a halloween themed birthday party sounds awesome! it's sort of disappointing though that you can barely remember it. the only themed birthday party i had (or at least the only one that i remember) was princess themed because i was on my princess faze back then (i was 5 or 6 i think). i still remember the sheer joy i felt at being able to wear a long fancy dress. it was brilliant

oh yeah! i'm still slightly scared of blenders because of that time. now anytime i even put my fingers close to the blade i unplug it first. also i saw you got a blender? i think we have one that's similar to the one you described. so i have a couple of suggestions! i like to make banana "ice cream". you just cut up a banana into pieces and freeze it, (i have no idea how long it takes to freeze i just generally always have frozen bananas in my freezer) then you take them out, let them sit for 10 minutes (to not break the blender when you use it) and blend them. i sometimes add frozen berries or peanut butter too! depending on what i want that day. it's great, especially because i'm slightly lactose intolerant too and i absolutely love ice cream. you can also make smoothies as you said. i usually put in mine whatever fruit we have, generally apples, bananas and oranges or grapefruits. or if i'm making one for breakfast (which i know you can't, but this is just a generally more filling option i think?) i also add spinach. you can't really feel the taste but it's supposed to be good for you and it fills you up more (it does make the smoothie super green though!). but yeah i pretty much just mix and match anything i have! also: milkshakes. ice cream, berries (optional) and milk! super easy and my little cousins love it when they visit!

ohhh your grater also seems to be out to get you. i bet it's really painful if it actually falls on your feet, because like metal. on foot. ouch. especially if it hits you with a corner! and i would definitely also get surprised every time it happened no matter how many times it did! bifocal glasses do not sound fun either tho. i would constantly forget how to use them and probably would just get headache really fast too! i get a headache from my normal glasses when i wear them (i usually wear contacts) so bifocal ones would be even worse i bet.

exactly. i had no idea what "hot" means. i thought you were supposed to use it when you thought a person was aesthetically pleasing? or like you thought they look cute? i dunno. i used it a couple of times before i realised that was not what that meant and then i was just like uhhhh yeah i'm gonna delete that word from my vocab. yeah! i think that ace and probably aro too are pretty hard to figure out because it's the lack of something.

ahahsksns i can imagine tiny Lindsey waking up on Christmas morning and running to the window expecting snow in the middle of summer and it's so funny! i can't say anything though because we have this saying in lithuanian which is used essentially when someone does something unexpected and unusual for them so you say "it's gonna snow tomorrow". as in "wow, [name] did [something super unexpected from them], it must be snowing tomorrow" (because like those are equally unexpected things i guess? but it's said in winter too so it's just something you say whenever, i'm sorry it's hard to explain!) but yeah a figure of speech. and anytime i heard that, even in the middle of summer, the next morning i'd run to my window and look for snow and when there was none, i'd just stare accusatorily at my parents. like wow, i can't believe you lied/let someone lie to me

horse races sound fun, i've never been to one though! and a picnic luch sounds awesome! i love picnics but we have them very rarely, i definitely think we should have them more often

and yeah, i get that acid reflux more of an annoyance than a problem but still! i completely agree with you about peanut butter though. it's amazing, i could eat it everyday

I know exactly how tall 10 feet is purely because I’m 5 foot so two of me is 10 foot. I barely know feet but I got used to people being confused when I was like oh, I’m 155cm! so I learnt what my height was in feet but I can really only visualise heights when I put them into centimetres. Someone can be like I’m 6 foot! and that’s great but I don’t have the faintest idea how tall that actually is. 182cm on the other hand is easy. that’s just like one ruler above my height. I can picture that. 5 foot 6 is probably average but as a short person, I consider you tall. That really isn’t saying much at my height but still sdflshdfks. Biggest benefit of tall best friends is indeed making them reach high things though. 

And now we’re almost three weeks into the new year. Time seems to be flying this year. This is a very late reply indeed sdfjhskdfs. I did see this before I left but didn’t have time to reply, thank you though! I did have lots of fun. I had some birds try to invade the unit up in Orewa and I had a dotterel (I think) follow me along the beach at Ngarimu Bay playing some sort of red light green light game with me (it only moved closer and started following me again when I looked away) and I think a blackbird started some sort of mating performance at me which was flattering but uhhhh I’m a bit of a big bird mate. Maybe choose someone else. there was also beaches and gorgeous views etc etc but birds, y’know. birds.

i would 100% do that for money with no regrets. on one hand I could get a job and contribute to society. on the other hand I could do that as my main income. not a hard choice. hire me by the hour to freak your family and friends out. i have no respect for myself i’ll do it to anyone for the right price. damn. only closed one hour earlier. that’s a massive disappointment. i was out at night willingly for my high school prom and for a creative writing night at my uni and inside a car if that counts when I think my family was travelling back from the south island when I was younger. So three times that come to mind. Oh. And if stupid camp burma trails count then add a few times to that but those were not night outings I did willingly.

I can barely remember most of my life, I just assume it happened and I wasn’t just planted here at 12 years old as an alien spy. Anything’s possible though. I remember my birthday cakes more than my birthday parties to be honest with you. My mum always made the cake and when I was young she’d make fun designs. A bee, a bat, a swimming pool and a cat come to me off the top of my head. They were mostly just sponge cats but she cut them and iced them expertly. A princess-themed party seems like a very fun type of party for kids who like that. Kids always seem very happy to dress up in pretty dresses and cool outfits to attend those kinds of parties. I can imagine the joy. I know my little cousin looooves that sort of thing, and her brother isn’t willing to be left out either

thank god you unplug it first now sdfjhsdf that’s incredibly reassuring. Ooo thank you for those suggestions!!! this is great!! I was wanting to try something with bananas and that sounds easy enough. I had an apple and feijoa smoothie while I was away on holiday and all I want is another one of those. So I’m very very very interested in trying out fruit smoothies now because they seem like they can be very very tasty. Spinach seems like such an odd thing to add but I’ve heard that several times now so clearly it’s a thing. I don’t think I’ve ever even had spinach. I’ll keep it in mind though. I suppose if I just try whatever fruit we have on hand eventually I’ll get something that tastes good. I have dairy free ice cream and dairy free milk so it seems like this could work out for me in a way where I’m not regretting my entire life. Normally when I go near a milkshake I regret the day I was born.

It isn’t a super heavy grater but I have intense survival instincts every now and then so it hasn’t actually hit my foot yet. I go diving in the other direction. But I think if it did I’d probably curse a few times before moving on with my life. I don’t think it’d be THAT bad. But I live in fear regardless. oh no. do your normal glasses have a slightly wrong prescription or is this just a thing that happens when you normally wear contacts,,, I’ve never worn contacts because I fear touching my squishy eyeball and also I think my shitty eyesight is too awkward for contacts so I have no idea if that’s a thing.

oh yes haha hot has been solidly deleted from my vocab for many years except in terms of temperature. It has a word that has never naturally come to mind and I’m sure it never will. It just seems weird when I use it. 

I was a fool of a child and absolutely nothing has changed there! I mean I know how hemispheres work now but I’m still a dumbass at heart. Hahahahahaha oh nooooo. That’s incredible but oh noooo. I get what you mean by the saying though, that’d make a lot of sense here honestly since it never snows ever. Locally, at least. 

i think horse races are just a form of betting and losing money that is frowned upon less than actual buildings based on gambling and such. I mean I only ever attended those ones, idk if all horse races are like that, but I know there was buying tickets for whatever horse you thought would win, and if they did you got money, if they didn’t you lost money. I don’t think it was a whole lot of money ? just like a few bucks ? but maybe you could choose to bet more ? I really don’t remember how it worked, I just remember accidentally finding a ticket on the ground and handing it in only to receive some money because the horse won. I think it was like 5 or 10 bucks which seemed like a LOT to my kid self. picnic lunches are fun though. my family keeps a tartan blanket in the back of the car that we use whenever we have picnics and also whenever we get takeaways (we put it in the middle of the lounge floor as the rest of my family eats fish and chips and I eat sushi, normally). But we don’t have as many as we used to. They are fun though.

can confirm i do eat peanut butter everyday and it goes brilliantly.

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Hi. I'm the anon who asked about au's. I'm just shy, so don't take offense my apology! You're great and friendly! I'd like a scenario request though! I've been into vampires since the Halloween season, and wanted to request one. A little late, but I guess any time is a good time, haha. I'd like it to be with Tsukishima being vampire and spending the night at his crushes house, and he ends up feeding on her in her sleep? You can do what you like with this idea! I'm very interested to see it!

A/N: omfggg i went so so overboard with this,, im just so damn weak for vampire!tsukishima. TW: blood obviously. Also, keep in mind that this request involves a character coming into the reader’s bedroom to p much prey on her while she’s asleep. There’s nothing sexual involved, but if you suspect that that type of scene may trigger you, then I suggest you either don’t read this or read at your own discretion. Ok?? ok,..,, you’ve been warned and you’re on your own now. Word count: 1,870 (lmao my bad)

UNDER THE CUT.

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His fingers were akin to glass; their delicacy threatened with a shatter as they brushed against the daisies. Traces of pollen were dusted along his palms, petals of ivory stroking the length of his legs. Sparse grass had buried itself into the folds that rested within his clothes, lightly pricking his skin. 

Discarding the vivid memory, Tsukishima recalled that he hadn’t seen the cottage by the meadow in over a century. 

To Tsukishima, those memories resembled scratched segments of dusty videocassettes. He remembered that he had a brother named Akiteru, a seamstress for a mother and a labourer for a father. Their faces, however, were permanently forgotten. It didn’t bother Tsukishima, though - he preferred it over death. If it weren’t for Yamaguchi turning him, he would have died following the pillage. 

Prior to meeting her, Tsukishima never kept track of time since he had all of eternity to live. In the past year, he’d grown attached enough to maintain his relationship with her, but not attached enough to risk getting his head severed from his body. Tsukishima planned to cut her out of his life soon.

‘Look at you all zoned out,’ she teased, ‘I didn’t take you for an art critic.’ 

‘You want a critique?’ Tsukishima sneered, ‘this painting’s really ugly.’

‘It’s not ugly!’ she exclaimed, ‘Ojiisan gave it to me. He bought it from an artist in Nagiso long ago.’ 

‘Well, he had awful taste,’ he knew that that wasn’t his real opinion. What else was he supposed to say, though? That the painting of a cottage by a meadow reminded him of his first home? That he was alive before her grandfather was? 

Of course not.

‘You have a lot of nerve saying that…’ she poked the bridge of Tsukishima’s glasses, ‘… when you’re the one who’s wearing those. Get nicer frames.’

‘I’m sorry I like to see,’ he sarcastically said with a smirk, ‘is this how you treat your guests?’

‘You’re the one who said my painting’s ugly,’ she shrugged, collapsing on the couch. ‘I think ojiisan said he met a vampire when he visited Nagiso.’ 

‘Don’t be stupid,’ Tsukishima sneered, joining her, ‘there’s barely any in Japan.’

‘Yes there is,’ she asserted, ‘they used to live savagely centuries ago, but they’ve integrated into human society.’

Tsukishima was almost taken aback. She was right - creatures of his kind still existed and they integrated well. Too well, to the point where they were widely considered to be an extinct being.

‘Let me guess, your ojiisan told you that,’ Tsukishima masked his surprise with a taunting tone, ‘do vampires also disappear in mirrors and wear black cloaks?’ 

She crossed her arms as she stuck her tongue out childishly, ‘Make fun of me all you want, but he said that he knew what he saw. A young woman in an alleyway,’ she shuddered, her spine graced by a shiver, ‘her fangs buried deeply within a mangled cat, slurping up all its blood.’

‘How scary,’ Tsukishima mocked, pretending as though he hadn’t done such a thing. He was repulsed at the idea of feeding on animals, but centuries ago, there were times where he found himself desperate. All he fed on nowadays were suicide victims beneath a nearby cliff and from blood banks. Yamaguchi did the same.

‘Whatever,’ she stood up, stretching her arms out with a yawn, ‘don’t come crying to me if you ever do come across a vampire.’ 

‘Because in that situation, I’d definitely come to you,’ Tsukishima sarcastically remarked, ‘I’d feel safe with your wooden stake and silver.’

‘You realise I can make you sleep on the couch instead of the guest bedroom, right?’

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Every attempt he made to quiet his mind had failed; it descended, further, further and further into an obsession with the possibility that a long blade would soon sever his head. 

Tsukishima was never aware that she possessed any knowledge about his kind. Vampires became less of a reality and more of an old tale. Not many knew that they ate human food, drank human drinks - the only difference was that it was all tasteless and that his nutrition could only be obtained from fresh blood. Put simply, human foods were a useless filler. 

Although she didn’t mention it, Tsukishima believed it was likely that she was aware of that fact. As his pupils fixated themselves to the ceiling, a year was suddenly no longer a fleeting moment to him. A year’s worth of a close relationship with a human was a long time. Especially when the human belongs to the minority that believed that vampires still lived amongst them. 

Yamaguchi had warned him of this, urging him to recall when hiring vampire hunters was common practise, when suspected vampires (and any human who sheltered a vampire) were burned at the stake, begging for any form of mercy. 

Tsukishima began packing away the belongings he brought with him to her home, concluding that her memory of him had to turn into a mirage, just like the faces of his family. As he made his way out the guest bedroom, he realised how he loathed how fond he grew of her. Tsukishima wanted to fully remember the arch of her brows, the lashes that curved away from her waterline, the wit of her tongue, the outline of her lips.

He passed by her bedroom, knowing that he couldn’t rely on his memories. Eventually, the centuries to come would led them to disintegrate into ashes, where they will never arise again - memories bore no similarity to a phoenix.

Turning around, Tsukishima quietly placed his duffle bag on the floor and carefully opened the door. He was unsure as to whether he could remember her once he left - but he was confident that he wouldn’t forget the flavour her blood carried. 

Her body had already been lulled into a deep state of sleep - after all, Tsukishima possessed heightened senses and could hear her slow and rhythmic breathing. 

The emotional attachment Tsukishima held towards her was constantly denied by him, until he envisioned his pillow beside hers. He falsely hoped to share that blanket with her for the nights to come, perhaps even bicker over blanket-stealing the following morning. Maybe she snored sometimes and he could tease her about it. Would they wake up at the same time, or would he wake up first? 

Tsukishima didn’t want those thoughts to exist anymore. He wanted them to burn with intense fury and relief; identical to the burning of suspected vampires centuries ago. 

She was already asleep on her side, her body facing the wall. Kneeling beside the double bed, Tsukishima warily placed a hand on her shoulder. The thumb of his other hand rested along the angle of her jaw, gently pushing her head further away from her neck. For a couple of seconds, Tsukishima merely stared at the skin he was about to pierce. She’ll keep him in mind while the marks scab over and bruise, but after that, she will forget about him; because he’ll be long gone by then. 

The longer his fangs grew, the more reluctant he became to bite into her. This wasn’t going to be the first time that Tsukishima fed on someone alive - there was a time when he was forced to do so. He knew his neck anatomy quite well, he wasn’t an idiot who recklessly bit into people and accidentally killed them.

Tsukishima’s felt the tip of his fangs touch her neck. This situation lacked any similarity to his past feedings on sleeping humans, for it was completely unrelated to survival. Rather, it was a feeble to cure his illness of melancholy; the fever that forced him to breathe the air that, to him, resembled the very salts of the ocean. Every inhale filled his lungs with blue hellfire.

That was what drove him to finally abandon his loyalty to cautiousness.

Tsukishima haphazardly sink his fangs into her neck, memorising the intensity of the iron. He knew that if he were to suddenly pull his head away in that moment, he’d rip her neck wide open. But he had to bite down with that much force. He had to remember her. 

As hot, thick scarlet slid down Tsukishima’s throat, he began to actually consider the consequences. With the mark, she’d easily have the power to report him. Although the probability of anyone believing her was slim, his actions were still creating the possibility of his death. For a mere second, Tsukishima even pictured himself turning her.

Once a low yelp was heard by Tsukishima’s hypersensitive ears, he rid his mind of those disorganised thoughts. He was sure that his absence of self-control had awakened her, yet he began to question whether he really was scared of getting killed. Tsukishima’s lived for centuries. He’d seen it all. 

With that realisation, Tsukishima strengthened his grip and pushed her head even further away from her neck. He noted that as his gulps turned longer and deeper, her whimpers grew louder and her knuckles curled themselves into the sheets.

When he finally pulled away, he watched her reluctantly place her fingers on the wound, smearing the bloody marks in the process. Tsukishima’s lips were still warm, a crimson trail slowly dripping down his chin. 

Tsukishima sat up, retracting his fangs back into his gums. He headed towards the door, wiping away the blood with the back of his hand. He forced the turmoil within his chest to be replaced with apathy, since he already knew the facial expression that will rest upon her face once she turned around - forehead wrinkled, eyebrows knitted, lip corners pulled downwards - sheer terror.

‘You…’ she trailed off, her voice uncertain, ‘… if you wanted to bite me that bad, you could have just asked.’

For the first time since Yamaguchi turned him, Tsukishima was the one stunned by a human. His eyelids drew themselves back slightly, his mouth agape with an intense confusion. Tsukishima didn’t want to look at her - he had no desire for her to see the breach of his facade. 

‘I already knew.’ 

After a long pause, Tsukishima snapped. ‘And you didn’t tell me,’ The apathy within his chest started to dissipate, an immeasurable confusion and fury settling in. ‘Instead, you decided to have a casual conversation with me about my kind.’ 

‘Kei,’ she said, ‘turn around and look me in the eye,’ she’d never used his first name before. He never did, either, although he always wished their relationship would reach a point where he could. 

Tsukishima obliged with her command. ‘You think I’m a fool, do you?’ his skin almost sizzled against his bones, overwhelmed by every form of hurt he’d experienced throughout the centuries. ‘All this time, you acted like you’re oblivious to what I am and spoke to me as though I’m a human.’

Mainly, it was the hurt that was buried within the sense of imminent loss.

‘Well, I’m not a human,’ Tsukishima revealed his fangs once more, clenching his teeth in anger, ‘and that means that I’ll kill you right now.’ 

‘You won’t,’ she said, her smile soft enough to be mistaken for a smirk. She was smug about the fact that her suspicion was true, though - this was Tsukishima’s crush, after all. 

She slowly stepped closer to him until she was able to firmly press her chest against his. Tenderly placing an open palm against Tsukishima’s cheek, the pad of her thumb gently stroked his cheekbone; an attempt to induce tranquillity within him. Once her gentle gesture ceased, she hooked an index finger underneath the fabric of her shirt, pulling it away from her neck to expose the bare skin of her shoulder.

‘Drink.’