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kevinwastaken · 3 years ago

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okay so idk if anyones done this yet, but this has been in my mind ever since i got into omori lmao

so uhHhHhhh heres my idea for an identity v omori crossover! just because i think it would be neat

this is going to be a super long post (probably), so if you want to read it, just hit read more or whatever

i also want to say that some character choices are gonna be taken from my friend, @/kami.rikki on instagram. but she didnt think as hard on these as i did so like idk

there Will be spoilers for omori, so just be warned of that lmao

so as i said before, this has been on my mind for a HOT minute. and i think it would be a cool collab

for starters, this crossover will be split up (as is every other crossover) in two parts, with one hunter two survivors. i know essence usually have one hunter three survivors, but theres not enough characters for that, and six can be split up evenly sooo

i was thinking that the skins could be like the ones from the persona 5 crossover. like, they can be “awakened” in a sense. the base costumes will be the dream world versions of everyone, while the awakened costumes will be the real world versions. i wasnt here for the persona 5 crossover, so idk how many of those spirit things you had to collect, but i Do know that omoris spirit things could be. uh

well actually i dont know. initially i was thinking lightbulbs, like the one in white space, but the lightbulb isnt too important in the game i dont think? and im not sure about clams either. i know theyre dream world currency, but??

oh actually, maybe you can collect Something to awaken the costumes. because something is a representation of the truth in sunnys mind, and by awakening the costumes, you get to see the characters as their real selves. yeah lets go with that, you collect something from the essence

i swear ive been thinking this out shut up

the hunter costumes wont be awakened though, and i have a reason for this

anyway

part one

the characters that will be present in part one are sunny, basil, and aubrey. i chose them first because. ofc, sunnys the protag, basils his best friend and helped cover up maris death hes important to the story but anyway, and aubrey is <<33 yuh

so heres whos going to be who:

sunny/omori as wu chang

so let me preface this by saying that im not a hunter main. never have been, never will be. and ive never played wu chang. but i swear thisll make sense, im doing research

wu chang is actually composed of two characters, with two different stats: xie, the white guard, and fan, the black guard. i cant tell the difference while im playing, considering the fact that my ass is either running away or decoding. but theres a difference i looked it up

sunny would be the white guard. xie is a fast chaser, but has slow attack speed. ie, slow hits, slow pallet breaking, that stuff. this reflects how sunny is in the real world. he can run, yes, but hes still physically weak due to being locked in his house for four years and spending all his time sleeping. he would be better for chasing than attacking

omori would be the black guard. fan is the opposite of xie, having slow chasing speed but faster attack speed. this reflects in omori. omori is Very apathetic, and really, i dont think he would care to chase anybody unless it was for a quest. though, i guess killing survivors Is a quest for hunters, but. anyway

in battle, omori is a good fighter. his attacks are strong, (although not as strong as say. aubrey or kel. but who am i to say, the playthrough i watched had omori constantly sad) out of him and sunny, omori would be the attacker. so theres my choice for them

the umbrella can probably be switched for a knife. maybe an elongated knife. im not entirely sure, but i know the umbrella wont stay as an umbrella

basil as kurt frank

so i know what youre thinking. why is basil “the explorer??” hear me out this is actually a really good idea

the true best choice would be emma, since shes the gardener, but idv doesnt like giving characters skins of the opposite gender if you know what i mean. anyway

basil isnt a fighter. hes an assist, yes, but that was only for a crime four years ago. not my point, he wouldnt want to be in the action

i think he’d be a really good decoder. especially a good kurt

i originally wanted him to be prisoner, out of no bias whatsoever (/j) but kurt is a good fit for him

basil hides. he hides from things. he hides from the truth just like sunny, and he hides from others. albeit he still goes outside

i will not lie, i have a very personal grudge against kurt players. i dont want them to have anything because every kurt main ive come across was toxic to me specifically. but anyway

so one of kurts abilities is that he can go smaller to run around undetected and/or hide. i find this perfect for basil, because. yknow. hiding

his other ability is to find password pages and use them to decode ciphers faster. i think this would be funny because basils existence in headspace leads sunny to remembering the truth about maris death. i mean, if he werent in headspace, omori and the gang would continue going on adventures like nothing is wrong, so basil sort of speeds up the acknowledging process

this sounds dumb actually. but it makes sense in my head

anyway, the book would be turned into basils photo album, and he wouldnt have a backpack like kurt does. theres my answer

and finally,

aubrey as margaretha zelle

aubrey was actually really hard to pick out. none of the female survivors really fit her, aside from maybe coord, but i dont know what her gun would turn into. i will admit that her section wont be as detailed as basil or sunnys. but anyway my choice is with margie

aubrey imo would be a good kiter. she has strong stats all around, so i feel as if she’d be a great fit for margie. not to mention her speed boost when falling from large heights, which would make her a faster runner and harder to chase if used right. aubrey would be more physically fit since shes a fighter and seems to do a lot of stuff with the hooligans, which also helps prove that she should be a kiter. ANYWAY

so margie has these music boxes that can mess with the hunter, right? some of aubreys attacks can mess with enemies iirc. soooo theyre kind of similar in a way, arent they?

im not exactly sure what the music box can be turned into. maybe a small piano? aubrey cares about mari a lot, and the reason shes so pissed at everyone and rebellious is because she felt like everyone had forgotten about mari and moved on with their lives. so the music box could be a tribute to mari

i dont know how many changes they made with ann tamakis costume in the persona crossover, other than cosmetics for the skin only, so im not sure if the music box was changed at all. i can dream though

in the case that its changed, the blue box could be the song from the playground in headspace (yknow the one) while the red box could be the final duet song. but just with the piano, not the violin

essence

because yes, i thought about the essence too

of course, aside from the skins, there will be other stuff in the essence too. so itll be as follows:

for portraits, theyre going to be the neutral battle portraits from headspace. aside from basil and mari, who do not have battle portraits. theirs will just be of their neutral expressions with the neutral emotion backround behind them. i would add pictures, but the character pictures add up to six, so i’d run out of room before reaching part two

for graffiti, im not really sure. maybe everyones overworld sprites in headspace? along with maybe one of Something

for accessories, i actually have an idea of what thesell be. theyre going to be character exclusive accessories, just like how tpn did theirs

for aubrey, she’ll have mr plantegg. i was thinking of maybe having her bat as an accessory, but

OH ACTUALLY her bat could be a shop accessory that changes the music boxes!! probably an a tier tbh

anyway, the essence accessory for her is mr plantegg, and its there strictly for cosmetic purposes. for basil, he’d get either a pair of garden shears, or a basil plant, since yknow. his names basil. this is also for cosmetic purposes

they all are. i should say that now, the accessories are all cosmetic except aubreys a tier shop bat

finally, for sunny, im not entirely sure what to give him. i could give him a knife, sure, but then he’d have two knives because of the umbrella. maybe a steak? or a pair of red hands? im torn on this

and that concludes part one

part two

**PLEASE BE AWARE THAT MARIS IMAGE HAS THE PHOTO FROM THE TRUTH ALBUM WHERE SHES HANGING FROM THE TREE. IF YOU DONT WANT TO SEE IT, SKIP PAST IT. SHES THE FIRST CHARACTER IM PUTTING ON HERE

part two consists of mari, hero, and kel. do not separate them </3

here are my character choices:

mari as yidhra

so i know yidhra may seem like a weird choice. i originally thought of maybe mary, but this makes sense to me

yidhra herself will be mari. im not sure which version, but even though i have real world mari in the photo, maybe headspace mari would be better. nobody can see her anyway lmao

yidhras servants will be, again, mari, but she looks as she did when basil and sunny hung her on the tree. her hairs covering her face, with her right eye being visible. kind of like the girl from the ring, but anyway yeah

yidhra is the dream witch. she haunts your dreams and she haunts mine when i go against her. maris death haunts everyone, especially sunny and basil (whom know the truth of what happened,) so this just seems like a perfect fit

her death is “leeched” onto everyones minds (pun entirely intended), so attaching herself to survivors with only her death appearance visible is mmmm

instead of an axe, maybe her weapon can be the jump rope she was hung from? and it can be used as a whip? that makes the most sense to me idk

im not good at explaining things, but if you were to see dream witch in a match, youd know how good this would work

also brings a new meaning to “my thoughts will follow you into your dreams” HELLO

hero as norton campbell

so hero was kind of hard for me to pick too. i wanted him to be a support character, but looking around, there are. barely any that would work. my closest choice was victor, but?? the letters???? they dont correlate

hero doesnt give me kiter vibes, but nortons good at rescues too, as long as youre in an area with obstacles. and usually, when someone dies in battle, hero can make life jam to revive the fallen party member

nortons magnets are used to either bring the hunter closer to him, or push the hunter away. both can be used to stun with obstacles. while hero doesnt have any stun attacks that i can remember, he does have charming abilities that can be used to take damage for the other party members. so similar stuff? idk

i guess his magnets can be turned into chocolate chip cookies, since thats what he uses to heal everyone. if not cookies, then i dont know

oh actually one of nortons abilities is called “attract.” thats so funny if you put hero as him lmao

heros section is kind of short, my bad

kel as william ellis

come on. who else were you expecting me to use? its the basketball man as the football man

while kel is a fighter in battle, he can also be used as a backup healer. aubrey is the main fighter of the group, and hero is the main healer. so hes kind of a catch-all in a sense

kels an athlete. he plays basketball. williams an athlete. he plays football. need i say more

im not gonna lie, this is kind of a don tpn situation where it just Makes Sense that kel would be william

the football will probably be replaced with either a rubber ball or a basketball, depending on which skin youre using. the former is for headspace kel, the latter for real world kel

the buffs and debuffs for william makes sense on kel too. kel would probably have trouble with something as (probably) complex as the cipher machines, and the struggle and vaulting buffs show off his athleticisim

same with the football, using rush to rescue is such a kel thing to do

essence

for part two, there will be about the same things as part one

the portraits will be the neutral battle portraits, this time with the real world counterparts of everyone. basil and maris will be their neutral expressions on the neutral battle background. though, since mari doesnt have Real real world portraits, i guess they could use the one from the one i used on the mari yidhra picture

for graffiti, it can be the real world overworld sprites

in terms of accessories, theyre still cosmetic and character exclusive. maris can be the white egret orchid, since thats the flower that represents her. heros can be a spatula, as thats his weapon of choice in headspace. for kel, im not sure. hes using the ball as a weapon so???

maybe he can get a cactus, because thats his assigned plant

in terms of shop items, i think i know the perfect thing

mewo as a pet

mewo my beloved. nobody could ever forget you

mewo would be a hunter pet. she would be cool for survs too i guess, but considering both her owners are hunters.....

mewo would probably follow the hunter around, not really doing much. i think it would be Extremely funny though if every time a survivor was chaired, she just chilled next to them in the pose shes always in in white space

thats pretty much it. if you got this far, thank you!! i spent like two hours writing this whole thing out LMAO damn

#this is soooo long im so sorry #but im having a moment LMAO #identity v #idv #omori #omori game

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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years ago

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I Can Take Care of Myself

Fandom: One Chicago / Chicago PD

Character/s: Reader x Voight, Jay, Hailey

Warning/s: guns, blood

Word Count: 2,405

Request: Could you do a voight imagine where him and the reader are together and theres an age gap and she has to go undercover with jay and vought is hesitant but let's her go and he gets a bit jealous of jay and at one point Voight protectiveness gives it away to the rest of the team that they're together. Add a bit of fluff and a bit of smut if you can. Live your writing by the way ❤

Summary: Y/N and Jay go undercover to bust a wealthy criminal couple, but when the op goes a little sideways, Voight’s overprotectiveness becomes too much

You could tell Voight wasn’t happy about it, he’d been short with you all day even though he was the one who’d given you the assignment. Milling your way through a crowd of rich pricks on the arm of a tuxedo wearing Halstead you tried not to take it too personally, but Voight’s protectiveness was starting to raise suspicion in the unit as to why he was so against you going undercover as Jay’s fiance, especially when he’d seen what you were wearing. Did you wear a dress this low cut to piss him off? Maybe a little. Did he deserve it for being overprotective and jealous for no good reason? Yes.

You’d been with Voight a little over a year, and you’d managed to keep it a secret from everyone you worked with. Sure, there was an age gap, but most of the time it went unnoticed, at least to you anyway, it seemed to bother him more, especially recently as the two of you were starting to get more serious. He seemed to think you’d be better suited to someone more your own age, well, a guy like Halstead now you thought about it. Seeing the two of you together, even undercover, was making him a little more self-conscious than he would ever admit out loud.

It was a high end deal, a rich family, the Andersons, selling valuable stolen property had racked up a bodycount during a home invasion gone wrong, and so Intelligence had been brought in to take them down. Jay had already introduced himself as a potential buyer and the rich husband had invited him to a house party to do the deal, but he needed a date to blend in. That’s where you came in, Burgess and Upton had already interviewed various members of the family, so they couldn’t go with him, and Rojas was working a separate angle with Atwater to find the hired muscle responsible for the robberies. That only left you.

Voight hadn’t been to happy about it, he’d been hesitant to sign off, despite it being your best option to catch these criminals with their hands in the jewel encrusted cookie jar so to speak. But he still wasn’t happy, not when Jay had wrapped his arm around your waist as you took your seats with the theives on their ridiculously fancy sofas, and certainly not when he’d given you a quick kiss before heading off to fetch the first round of drinks.

Men, you thought, equal parts annoyed and amused by Voight’s reaction to you and Halstead, mostly because you didn’t view Jay in that way at all, and visa versa.

“You know what’s up with Voight?” Jay asked quitely as you guys stood waiting for your drinks at the bar. One of the three bars these people had in their house; throwing the cuffs on them was going to be so satisfying. You shrugged.

“Why would I know?” You asked, thanking the bartender for your drink as Jay raised an eyebrow at you, unconvinced.

“Well he seemed really against sending you in, anything I should know?” He asked.

“Not that I can think of,” you told him, suddenly finding the olive in your drink fascinating. There was a dinging of a glass on the otherside of the room before Jay could reply, Mr. Anderson was preparing to make a toast, then Jay was to follow him into his study to make the deal.

“Okay,” he shrugged, not believing a word you said, but there was no time to discuss it now, you had a job to do.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have your attention for just a moment I would like to thank you for coming tonight, me and my wife so appreciate your company-” Mrs. Anderson took her place beside her husband and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, “-now, our servers will be bringing out some light hors d’oeurves and gifts to show our gratitude,”

“Now please, enjoy yourselves,” Mrs. Anderson finished and everyone raised their glasses,

“Here here, cheers everyone,” you all took a sip of your drinks, Jay nodding to you as he went to find Mr. Anderson.

His wife approached you at that point, inviting you into the drawing room for a chat while business was conducted; who the hell had a drawing room? You thought, feeling like you’d traveled back to the nineteenth century as you stepped in, not knowing whether to stare at the enormous portraits of the Mrs. Anderson lining the walls or the ghastly tastled curtains. You took a seat on an expensive looking chair opposite Mrs. Anderson.

“Now dear, while the men are discussing the dirty business, why don’t me and you discuss something else,” she smiled.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, trying to do your best to sound like you belonged there.

“Tell me something,” she mused, raising from her seat again and heading towards a set of shelves behind her, decorated with a considerable amount of expensive looking items. No wonder they were commiting robberies, if this was where all their money was being spent, you thought bitterly as Mrs. Anderson ran her hand over an ornate box.

“Tell you... what?” You asked, unsure as to where the conversation was heading, you hadn’t even expected to be cornered by the woman, let alone interograted. She opened the box and pulled something out, but what you couldn’t tell.

“Tell me... how long have you been a cop?” Before you could react she turned around, pistol pointing straight at you, you barely had time to dive for the floor before the first shot rang, putting a hole through the back of the chair you’d been sitting on.

There wasn’t room for any consealed weapons in the outfit you were wearing, so you got up quickly, heading for some form of cover as she fired again; people were screaming now, you could hear them running outside the door, not knowing where the shots were even coming from. Where the hell was Jay? Was he okay? Where was backup? You had a camera in your necklace, surely they were on their way in.

You jumped up, grabbing a letter opener from a nearby desk, throwing it at your assailant. She ducked out of the way, giving you enough time to leap over the sofa now separating the two of you, grabbing her wrist as you both struggled for the gun.

Out the corner of your eye you saw Jay burst in, white shirt red with blood you hoped wasn’t his, just as you wrestled the gun from her hand, momentum causing you to lose balance as she kicked you back, causing you to fall and hit your head on a table, then everything went dark.

When you woke up you were still in the drawing room, you’d only been out a minute, according to Jay. Intelligence had come in at that point apparently and the Andersons were in cuffs, the husband suffering some laserations from a glass Jay had hit him with, the wife perfectly fine and cuffed in the back of a patrolcar.

“Easy, you good?” Jay helped you into sitting position and you winced, putting your hand to the back of your head, it was wet with blood but it wasn’t too bad, the pounding in your head was worse.

“What happened? What went wrong?” You asked him.

“Kev and Rojas got the hired muscle, but not before they alerted the Andersons that there were cops after them, we were the only new comers at the party so...” Jay told you as Voight came into the room.

“What the hell happened?!” He snapped at Jay. You shakily got to your feet to try and provide a buffer, stepping forward to slightly block Jay.

“We’re good, everyone’s good,” you said and Voight shook his head, “that’s what matters.” EMT’s tried to come check you out but you sent them away quickly, you’d get looked at once you knew Voight wasn’t about to give Jay a reason to need their services more.

“That’s what matters?! She tried to shoot you, you were alone and unarmed,” he replied, “where the hell were you?” He turned to Jay.

“Sarge I was doing to deal with Anderson, like I was supposed to, I didn’t know Y/N was even with the wife, I didn’t hear anything over the comms otherwise-” he tried to explain but Voight cut him off.

“Otherwise what? You would have done what you were supposed to?” He demanded.

“What I was supposed to?” It was Jay’s turn to raise his voice and you had a bad feeling about how this argument was going to end. “I was doing what I was supposed to, my job!”

“Your job,” Voight started, “is to keep your partner safe, to not let them go off alone where something could happen to them!”

“She-” Jay began but you interuppted.

“She can take care of her self,” you said, “and she doesn’t appreciate being talked about like she isn’t in the room.”

Jay sighed but nodded and backing off a little, but Voight stood his ground. “This is unacceptable, look at you, you’re hurt.” He moved closer, looking like he was about to reach towards you but caught himself at the last minute, but you could tell by the look on Jay’s face that he caught it.

“Look you want to place blame on Jay for not backing me up? Where was everyone else when she pulled the gun, why’d it take so long to storm the place?” You turned it back on Voight, not meaning to blame him but you could tell it stung a bit.

“We lost visual as soon as you entered this room,” Hailey said, approaching the three of you to see what was going on, “this room is teched out, no signals in or out of here. Robbery-homicide wouldn’t let us come in, Jay’s deal seemed to still be going smoothly so they said it was probably faulty tech on our end, told us to stand down.” A sideways glace at Voight told you he’d been vocally unhappy about that.

The EMT’s approached again, and you begrudgingly agreed to go to Med, still a little dizzy and definitely in pain, earning a considerable amount of looks from the rest of the unit when Voight insisted on riding with you to make sure you were okay. If they weren’t a little suspicious at the start of this op, they definitely were now.

So much for keeping work and personal life separate, you thought, out of the two of you you thought you’d be the one to slip up first, but Voight’s behaviour today had you refusing to even look at him in the ambo, and you’d asked your doctor to keep him out while you were being treated. You weren’t a child, you were a cop, this was your job, why was he suddenly not okay with that?

“If you’re not going to talk to me, at least let me drive you home.” He said once you were stitched up and ready to be discharged, a minor concussion but you’d insisted on leaving as soon as possible.

“Fine,” you said curtly, but only because you didn’t want to walk alone in the dark with a concussion, however mild.

Most of the ride was in silence, any questions Voight had about how you were feeling were met with equally short answers and eventually he gave up. As he pulled up outside you place you said: “at least let me walk you inside.”

“I’m good, thanks.” You brushed him off, going to open the doors only to find that he’d locked them.

“Hank let me out,” you said and he shook his head, “Hank, I’m tired and seriously not in the mood.”

“You’re angry with me,” he said.

“Astute observational skills, you should consider a career in law enforcement,” you replied sarcastically.

“Okay that’s enough, you got something to say, just say it,” he demanded. “What’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter?” You turned back to him, shocked that he didn’t know. “Hank you’ve spent the whole day treating me like I’m made of glass, you didn’t even want me on the op in the first place, nevermind that it isn’t something I’ve done countless times before, and then you go yelling at Halstead for not protecting me, like I’m not capable of taking care of myself?! I’m a cop, a good one for that matter, and the way you acted today, overprotective, jealous... it was out of line, and the whole damn unit saw it! That’s what’s the matter with me!” He blinked at your outburst. “Now let me out the goddamn car before I say something I’m going to regret-”

Before you could say anymore he was kissing you, but you pushed him away when you realised what was happened. “No, that... that doesn’t change how I feel, not now, it doesn’t justify how you acted today, I-”

“I love you,” he blurted out, stopping you in your tracks. Now it was your turn to look shocked, taking in exactly what he’d said, why he’d been acting differently recently... Voight was never one to express his emotions like this, so to say this caught you off guard was an understatement.

“Hank-” you began, not really knowing what to say but knowing you should say something. You settled for a kiss instead, pulling him closer to you and resting your forehead on his when you broke apart. “I love you too,” you told him, his relieved smile making your heart swell. “I-”

“It won’t happen again,” he promised, taking your hand, “I know what you’re capable of, it’s one of the many reasons I fell for you in the first place, so it won’t happen again.

You smiled, “thank you. Now could you please unlock these damn doors so we can go inside?” You both laughed.

“I probably shouldn’t go up, we’ve got an early shift tomorrow, Superintendent’s giving up a case from narcotics to work,” he explained.

“And what, you’re worried what the unit’ll think if we show up together?” You asked, his shrug answering your question. “Like they don’t already know after today? Besides, if anyone’s going to get hell for it it’s me not you, you’re still their boss remember?”

You both laughed as you headed inside.

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peggysousfan · 5 years ago

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Captain America: The First Super Soldiers

Chapter 2 is done!! Enjoy!!:)

Mountains, Hydras layer:

Music plays from the radio as the painter brushes his strokes on the canvas. The portrait of Johann Schmidt in his true form. As Dr. Zola enters the room, the lights are dimmed and and his leader gives him the news. They've found Dr. Erskine. As Zola looks at the photographs and files, he is confused. He does not understand why Schmidt wants him so badly, he doesn't think he will be able to recreate he serum successfully;again. But Johann Schmidt disagrees. He wants him gone, so that they will not have anyone capable of defeating them.

"His serum is the Allies only defense against this power we now possess. If we take it away from them, then our victory is assured."

"Shall I give the order?"

"It has been given."

"Good." As Dr. Zola compliments on the painting, he leaves with the files in his hand.

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Jersey:

"Colonel Philips, sir! Might I have a word?" She runs up to Philip to catch up with him. Rogers is getting ready to be transported to the SSR bunker in Brooklyn for his procedure. He stops walking and turns to her.

"What is it, Agent Carter?"

"About the procedure today-

"Decisions already been made. Nothing I can do about it." He starts to walk away before she can continue; but he doesn't know how fully stubborn this woman can be.

"Sir, please." He stops again and turns to her.

"What do you want me ta say here, Carter? Hmm. Erskine's already made up his mind on who he wants to test it out. Its his serum and its his decision."

"Yes, sir. I understand that. But what about the factors that may interfere with the outcome of the procedure?"

"What re' you talking about?"

"Steve Rogers is a sickly man. Anyone can see it. With the amount of health problems he possesses, it could interfere with the results." At this, Philips listens tentatively. " But say you did two procedure. One on a regular man and one on Rogers. You would be able to tell if it works on every man, or only those in good health." After a few moments of thinking, he speaks.

"You got a good point Carter, I hadn't thought of that." She starts to feel hope. "But like I said, I theres nothing I can do about it. We need a regular American man to be the face of this army." She takes a step back, not expecting such a response"

"I-I beg your pardon, sir? A regular American? What does that mean?" She has an idea of what it means, and she can already feel her skin getting hot and her blood boiling.

"I think you know exactly what I mean. We need a full blooded, White man to represent this army."

"The stereotypical blonde hair blue eyes and pasty skin? Thats what this is about." He scolds her. "Sir." She corrects herself.

"Its how things are, Carter and you're gonna have to live with that. Soldiers like Sousa and Babington weren't chosen. They don't look the part." Peggy stands there stunned and the Colonel walks away. She fights the tears that weal up in her eyes, and goes to find Daniel.

"Agent Carter. Are you ready to go?" Rogers walks up to her. She looks at him annoyed.

"In a few minutes, I have a few things to take care of first." And she rushes off. Erskine Approaches Rogers and asks him what that was about, but he replied he didn't know; and he told Dr. Erskine she has a few things to do first. Although Rogers didn't know this was a lie, Erskine did. He follows her and sees her run up to Daniel. Slowly he approached them; not enough to interrupt, but enough to eavesdrop.

"Daniel!" She calls.

"Peggy? Whats wrong." He walks closer to her.

"I-It didn't work. Philips... he said he couldn't do anything." She crosses her arms and tries to bring in her emotions. "Even after I told him it may not work on Rogers becasue of his health."

"You suggested we both get tested?"

"Yes! I told him it would be best to test you both, that way the results were clean and clear. We can't know for sure if we test a man that is unfit and in poor health. For all we know his small body wouldn't even be able to hold the serum. I tild him to do both and see if it works on everyone or only men in good health." She takes a few deep breaths and sighs.

"And he said no." She nods her head and wipes away an descaped tear.

"Hey," He reaches out a hand and paces it on her shoulder. "Its okay, Peggy. I don't care. I'm doing everything I can to be apart of this and to help win the war. If I don't get chosen, I can live with that." She shakes her head and turns away, her breath getting raged. Dr. Erskine leans in slightly to hear better.

"Its not just that."

"Then what else." She continues to shake her head and look at the ground. "Peggy..." He brings his other hand and holds her other shoulder, bringing her to face him fully. "What else?" he asks gently.

"H-he said that..." She takes another deep breath. "He said that another reason Rogers was chosen to be the first and the face of the army... was because..."He squeezes her again, comfortingly and she sighs, relaxing. "He said it was because Rogers was a white American man..." At this his grip on her loosens. "I'm so sorry, Daniel." Her eyes begin to turn red and she looks away.

"Its not your fault. Neither one of us can control my family heritage." On the night Peggy and Daniel talked, he spoke more of his family. He told her stories of his family moving from Portugal, and how even though he was born in the states, it will always be apart of who he is. Peggy, boldly, walks forward and embraces him, and he embraces back. "You should go, before you're late." They let go of each other, smile, and walk away. After listening to their conversation, Erskine scurries away; and turns in some favors and makes several phone calls. He was determine to have two men be tested today instead of one.

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Cab ride, Brooklyn:

As Agent Carter and Steve Rogers ride in a cab through Brooklyn, Rogers seems to try and make conversation; rather horribly.

"I remember this neighborhood. I got beat up behind that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner." He looks down in shame. Peggy doesn't say anything for several moments; shes still downhearted at the news about Daniel. But she does give in, not talking will make the ride seem longer.

"Did you have something against running away?"

"You start running and they'll never let you stop. Ya stand up and push back cause ya can't say no forever, right?" He gives a small smile, and she huffs.

"I know a little of what thats like. To have every door shut in your face." She refers to this morning when Philips denied helping Daniel get into the trial.

"I guess I just don't understand why you'd want to be in the military if you're a beautiful dame..I-I mean woman, n-not that you're not beautiful, but-"

"So you're saying because I'm a woman I shouldn't have joined the military?"

"Yeah. Well no. Thats not what I'm saying. Not because you're a woman, but b-b-because you're a beautiful or- uhm- attractive woman." She turns to him more perplexed.

"So.. if I were.. an unattractive, or as you would say, ugly , woman, then it would be understandable as to why I joined the military?" It takes every ounce of strength she has not to reach over and slap the man next to her.

"Well.. I mean, I guess. Well not like that but. I just I'm sorry. Thats not what I meant." Peggy hums in reply, still annoyed. "I'm not really use to, uh, speaking to woman."

"No?" He laughs

"I think this is the longest conversations I've had with one. He goes on talking about dancing and how girls don't want to dance with a small guy that they might step on.

"You must have danced...?

"Figured I'd wait." She looks confused. "For the right partner." Peggy gives a soft smile at that thought; the thought of a certain Lieutenant dancing with her. 'Perhaps', she thinks, 'Hes my right partner.'

"We're here." Peggy thanks God as she hurriedly exits the cab. They make their way to a shop and Peggy responds the proper code. An elder woman walks behind her desk and presses a button, Peggy and Rogers make their way to the back shelving. Behind those shelves is the secret bunker to the SSR experiment. As the two make their way through another pair of double doors, they walk down stairs and greet Dr. Erskine. While the Doctor and Rogers speak, Peggy notices two pods instead of one. Eyes wide, she looks around, and theres Daniel at the top of the stairs. She walks up the stairs and greets him while Steve gets prepped.

"Daniel? What are you doing here?"

"Would you believe me if I said I got into the trial." Her eyes enlarge and her mouth agape as she gasps.

"Your serious?"

"Yeah. Dead serious. I don't know what you did or said," He takes her hand gently and gives it a squeeze. "But thanks you." Before she can reply, Dr. Erskine calls for Daniel.

"Lieutenant Sousa, would you please make your way down here, please? We need to prep you for the procedure." They pair share one last smile before he rushes down the stairs. As Steve heres Dr. Erskine speak, hes confused. 'I thought I was the only one getting tested today?' he thinks.

As the tow men are placed in the pods and tested, Colonel Philips greets the officials that are assisting with the experiment. Down stairs Howard Stark appears; hes helping with the super soldier trials.

"Mr. Stark, how are the levels."

"Levels at 100%."

"Good."

"We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we are ready. As we'll ever be." Before they get started Peggy stands and observes. She approaches Daniel and takes his hand while Steve focuses on Stark.

"Are you ready for this? Theres no going back."

"Yeah. I'm ready." He offers his hand again, and she takes it with a smile.

"Agent Carter, Don't you think you would be more comfortable in the booth?" She turns at the call of her name and lets go of Daniels hand.

"Oh yes, Of course Sorry." As she walks away she turns back and looks at him; however, Rogers thinks shes looking at him. Once ready the pods close and they are injected with the serum. Eventually the room filled with their screams as the serum took hold of their bodies. The agent spoke up, and she ordered for it to be shut down; but the two men refused. A blinding light filled the room and then for a few moments everything was quiet. The light had dimmed and their screams had subsided. Erskine and Howard Stark hurriedly opened the pods, and out walked a tall, blonde, muscular man.

The once scrawny man from Brooklyn had grown stepped out first, his chest bare. He looked for the woman he had spoken to, and out she appeared.

"How do you feel?"

"Taller." he smirked.

"You look taller." She hands him a shirt, and then the second pod opens.She rushes to the second pod where Lt. Sousa was. Her eyes in large and she gasps of shock, he too was much more muscular than before. She reaches out to him and touches his chest, accidentally, and hurries to grab him a shirt as well.

"How do you feel, Lieutenant?"

"Amazing!" He looks down at his body, "Wow" Alas, this victory for the allies was short lived.

Hydra had planted a bomb in the bunker and used this distraction to kill the doctor and steal what was left of the serum. Agent Carter grabs her gun and shoots at them, but only hits one of their arms. The two soldiers race after the spies, and so does she. She kills the driver and stands before the car to shoot the passenger, but Rogers stops her. He throws himself at her and holds her by the waist. She elbows him in the abdomen and he lets go of her.

"I had him!" She begins to stand and move away from him.

"Sorry, I just wanted to save you. You were about to-"

"I don't need you to save me. One more second and he would be dead!" He looks down at the ground as Sousa catches up to them.

"Where'd he go?"

"That way." Carter points. The two men run in opposite direction and catch him, but he takes a pill and commits suicide.

"Cut off one head, and two more shall take its place. Hail. Hydra." those were his last words. The lady agent and the two super soldiers return to the bunker, defeated.

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Hydra bunker:

In this bunker, with tunnels and halls, Hydra soldiers march. Leaders walk and discuss Schmidt and his plans.

"The Fuhrer is not accustomed to being ignored, Herr Schmidt. He funds your research because you promised him weapons." A man states.

"You serve at his pleasure." Says another. "He gave you this facility as a reward for your injuries."

"Reward?" Schmidt questions. "Call it what it is. Exile. I no longer reflect his image or Aryan perfection."

"You think this is about appearances?" Asked a third man. "Your Hydra division has failed. to deliver so much as a rifle in over a year. And we had learned through local intelligence, you had mounted a full-scale incursion into Norway." The men continue to speak as the make their way to Dr. Zola's laboratory.

"The Fuhrer feels, how does he put it? The Red Skull has been indulged long enough!" stated the second man once more. At this, Schmidt stops walking and glares.

"Gentleman," he says calmly,"You have come to see the results of our work, hmm?" He says. "Let me show you." As he gestures towards the lab, they all enter. "Hitler speaks of a 1,000-year Reich, but he cannot feed his armies for a month. His troops will spill blood across every field in Europe, but still he is no closer to achieving his goals." The leaders enter the room, and smile disagreeably, and disproving of his words.

"And I suppose you still aim to win this war through magic?" The third man taunts.

"Science. But i understand your confusion.'Says Schmidt as he uncovers the power station that the tesseract was transferred into, and starts pressing buttons. "Great power has always baffled primitive men. Hydra is assembling an arsenal to destroy my enemies in one stroke.Wherever they are, regardless of how many forces they possess, all in a matter of hours." He states as he dramatically snaps his fingers.

"Your enemies?" The third man question, but Schmidt ignores him.

"My weapons contain enough destructive power to decimate every hostile capital on Earth." As he constitutes to fiddle with the machine, another leader walks up to Schmidt's plan. "Quite simply gentleman. I have harnessed the power of the Gods." The men clear their throats as they try to hide their laughs. The leaders continue to tease him and call him a mad man. But all that stops when the man by the map speaks. He exclaims that Berlin was on the map, and stated that Schmidt would be punished and brought before Hitler, but before he could finish his sentence, He was killed. The Red skull blasted him away with the canon powered by the tesseract. The other men are in chock, and sty to flee, but one by one the two are both obliterated.To Schmidt, it was a game of cat and mouse, and he enjoyed every second of it.

"My apologize, Doctor. But we all knew that Hydra could no longer grow under Hitler's shadow."

"Hail Hydra they all said." Although Zola was not as happy with what Schmidt did as the rest.

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SSR Bunker:

After the fiasco with the spies, Steve is taken away and patched up by nurses, and Agent Carter tends to the lieutenant.

"How do you feel?" She asks, dabbing at the cut on his head.

"Okay. I'm still digesting all of this." She nods her head and smiles.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get use to it soon enough," And they share a laugh. She takes a plaster and places it on his head, right where the cut was. As her fingers touch his skin, she gets a small shock; and he feels it too. The look into each others eyes, and its as if time is frozen, and their souls are completely bare to the other. They stay like this, for several minutes, looking at the other, and figuring them out. Then theres a knock at the door and they snap out of their trance. A nurse has come to take some of Daniel's blood As they share a hidden smile, the Agent leaves the room. When she leaves she goes to Steve's room as they draw his blood.

"Think'ya get enough," He asks

"Well, any hope of recreating the serum lies within the genetic code of your and Sousa's blood' Carter states.'But without Dr. Erskine, it will take years." She looks away from him and at her clipboard.

"he deserved more than this." and Peggy agrees.

"Well if it could only work on two people, I'm sure he would be glad it was the two of you."She says.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask, why is that."

"why is what?"

"I thought I was the only one getting tested? When did they decide two people?" Before Carter can answer they hear Colonel Philips arguing with one of the government officials from earlier; wondering how a German spy got into the SSR in his car. Rogers and Carter make there way down stairs. Stark explains that although he is the best engineer in the country, he as no idea how the technology of the submarine works, and Philip tells the man that Hydra is the only group that would have such advanced technology. Apparently, the government official doesn't know who Hydra is, so Peggy explains.

"Hydra is the Nazi deep-science division."As she walks towards the men, with Rogers in tow, she spots Daniel across the room, he starts to walk towards them. "Its led by Johann Schmidt. But he has much bigger ambitions."

"Hydra is practically a cult," Colonel explains, "They worship Schmidt. They thinks hes invincible." Sousa reaches them and stands beside Peggy.

"So what are you going to do about it?"Philip smirks at his question and approaches Carter.

"I spoke to the president this morning. As of today, the SSR is being re-tasked. "Daniel looks at Peggy, confused, while she looks at Philips.

"Colonel?" She asks.

"Were taking the fight to Hydra. Pack your bags, Agent Carter. You too, Stark." Peggy glances at Daniel, and then follows Colonel Philips. "We're flying to London tomorrow." At this Steve looks at Peggy and butts in.

"Sir? If you're going after Schmidt, I want in." Daniel stays close to Peggy and chimes in.

"So do I. This is our purpose, isn't it?" The Colonel looks between the men and shakes his head.

"You two were just experiments. You're going to Alamogordo," He states. Daniels slumps his shoulders in disappointment, and Peggy senses this. She glances at him, and when shes sure no one is looking, she slides her hand into his and gives it a quick squeeze; followed by a sweet shoulder bump. He looks up at her and smiles.

"The serum worked," Steve argues.

"I asked for a army and all I got was you two. And two is not enough." With that, he leaves, and a man approaches Rogers. He talks to him about doing some good and helping the war instead of being stuck in a lab. As the two talk and walk away, Peggy nudges Daniel again.

"Are you alright?" she asks.

"Yeah.. I guess." He places his hands in his pocket and looks down at the ground.

"Daniel?" She presses. He sighs and gives in.

"I don't like it, but.... its not like I have a choice, Peggy."

"Theres always a choice."

"Are you sure about that? Look." He point to Steve and the politician. "You and I both know exactly what they're talking about. Hes offering Rogers a spotlight. A spotlight you and I both know I won't get, not that thats the point."

"I understand, Daniel. You're not in this for the fame or attention, but to help those that can't help themselves. To help win this war. And maybe you can."

"How? Peggy, Colonel Philips said it himself. Even if there was a whole army, it will always be him because he is a white, blond and blue eyed, American man. I'm the complete opposite of him."

"You are an American, too. Nothing will change that."

"But that not how the country sees me." And with that Peggy looks away and crosses her arms. He reaches for her and holds her shoulder, hoping she'll look at him; and eventually she does. "Hey... I know its not fair. But I'm doing my part, even if its in a lab. Rogers will always be known as America's Golden Boy, and neither you, nor I, can change that." She looks into his eyes and feels a shift in the air. Then, suddenly, she gets an idea and her eyes brighten, and a smile grows on her face. "What?" Now Daniels confused.

"I have an idea." She grab his arms on hers and squeezes them, then runs off. Daniel watches her run off, then looks at Rogers. He and the politician shake hands and make the deal official. Steve Rogers will be known as Captain America, he will do shows, sells some bonds. And with those bonds they buy bullets, and those bullets kill Nazis; and this helps them win the War.

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SSR Offices:

Peggy runs after the Colonel, and finally catches up with him.

"Colonel? Sir?" He stops walking and turns around "Might I have a word?" He grumbles and leads her to an empty office.

"What is it ,Carter? You need to be getting ready for transport."

"Yes, of course. But... I was wondering if I could speak to you on the matter of Daniel Sou-"

"No." He says plainly.

"But Colonel-"

"No buts, Carter. I've made my decision. Those two are going to be in the labs, running tests, until we get more of the serum."

"But they may not be for years. And whos to say the war won't be over by then?"

"Those are my orders." And with that he starts to walk away "Excuse my rudeness Colonel, but I think they're wrong." She stands her ground,and he turns around. "Rogers isn't even going to go to Alamogordo. Hes traveling across the country as some poster boy. And Sousa is just expected to be in a lab?"

"Thats Rogers own choice. And as for Sousa? Thats his only option."

"On the contrary, sir. Its not."

"What?"She steps forward and explain.

"He can come to London with us."Philip waves her off and starts to leave. "As you have said, colonel, Rogers is the face of the program. A... White American man to represent us all. " She walks with him and continues to try and convince him. "But Sousa? He also has the serum. He can be of use in Europe. And if anything were to happen to him? You can always hunt down Rogers and use him for more tests. You don't have to rely on one man when you have two. " He slows down his pace and come to a stop. For a few moments, hes silent; then he speaks.

"Gotta say, you're smarter than I give you credit for." He looks away and then back at her; her eyes filled with hope. "Fine, he can come to Europe. He can be our 'Captain America' behind the scenes while Rogers stands still and looks pretty for pictures." At this Peggy smiles brightly.

"So, shall I tell him to pack as well, Colonel?" He nods his head and walks away. She practically runs to Daniel. When she finds him, hes in his barracks.

"Daniel! You'll never guess what."

"Uhhhh, what?"

"You need to pack your belongings."He furrows his brow ." Because you... are coming to London with us." As she gives Daniel the news, he jumps up from his cot and smiles.

"Are you serious?" She nods her head and he runs at her, picks her up, and embraces her. At first shes taken by surprise and squeaks, and then laughs. "Thank you! Thank you so much!!" She says nothing, instead she embraces him again.

#peggysous #peggy carter #daniel sousa #Peggy x Daniel #catfa #au fanfic #fanfiction #anti steggy #anti steve rogers

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tvehyungs-gf · 6 years ago

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not in that way 2;

☍ Genre: Angst, if u squint theres some fluff :D ☍ Pairings: Taehyung x Reader (oc: female) ☍ Requested: yes! ☍ Word Count: 3.83K ➝ ask box ➝ bts writings masterlist ➝ bts masterlist ➝ w.i.p.s ➝ based off of the song ‘not in that way’ by sam smith. ➝ part 1 + part 3

Hoseok looked at you for a bit longer before he looked away, watching other guests walk around. “You know you don’t have to lie to yourself... And you don’t have to pretend that you’re okay.” He looked back at you with concern in his eyes.

Kim Taehyung, a name that used to have so much meaning to you, now, meant nothing. A man with vibrant blue hair, now turned brown, with a tall nose that had a beautiful dot detailed at the tip of it. A resplendent man with an appealing soul who had a gorgeous diamond ring adorned around his ring finger. A giant rock that shined so bright, even through your laptop screen, made your heart feel empty. She stood there beside him with the same ring fit snug around her finger.

That should’ve been you, you thought. But you were only dreaming.

Only in movies is where dreams come true.

You sat there in the dim light with shaking hands. Seoul never felt so quiet inside of your apartment. The usually busy streets seemed as if it was empty, but maybe that’s because you weren’t focused on the noises around you. Even with an opened window. The cool breeze flowed throughout the room made goosebumps rise on your skin.

In front of you sat a beige colored envelope that had your name written in cursive with your address right beneath. It eyed you devilishly making you look away from the envelope to take a deep breath.

After the confession, months had passed and you were in a dilemma. Were you still in love with him? After being rejected, you were distraught and hopeless but that didn’t stop your heart from racing when you hear his name. It didn’t help that he was basically everywhere - his name in every article and his face plastered throughout Seoul.

Even the others have wondered if you were still in love with him but they rather asked you if there was someone new. The answer was no every time.

But that didn’t matter anymore because the time has come - it was now or never. You were finally going to know your true feelings. The answer that everyone has been thinking is finally getting answered: were you still in love with the man you once called your best friend?

Taking in another deep breath, you reached for the envelope and opened the heart-shaped seal. Inside was a white card and for some odd reason, you started to feel nauseous. Pulling out the card, you were greeted with beautiful designs. You held the card tightly in your hands as your thumb caressed the embroidery detailing of the border. In the middle of the card was a pink rose. It was engraved into the card, making smooth indentions.

On top of the rose was their name written in gold, big & in cursive: Kim Taehyung & Yoon Miyoung.

Beneath their name, in the same color, but in regular small font: We like to invite you to...

Opening the card, a laugh erupted out of your mouth. And you laughed and laughed to the point tears pricked your eyes. The laughter turned into sobs, and soon enough, you found yourself crying foolishly.

“Oh, Kim Taehyung!” You hiccuped. “You’re such an idiot.”

Through glossy eyes, you took one last glance at the card.

The Wedding of Kim Taehyung & Yoon Miyoung Please join us on July 18th, 2019 1 o’clock The Shilla Seoul 249 Dongho-ro, Jangchung-dong, Jung-gu, Seoul, South Korea

Involuntarily, tears were rushing down your cheeks again. Your heart pained with misery. How could he have the audacity to invite you to this? Even though it was months ago where you confessed your true feelings to him, it was basically an unspoken rule that you shouldn’t invite those to special things like these after they had been rejected by you. It physically hurts because, well, you should know, since you lived to tell the day.

Throwing the card back on the table carelessly, you pulled your knees up to your chest and cried into them. The room around you turned foul, staining you with melancholia.

You still loved him.

Your sobs filled the room effortlessly. With painful cries and a heart full of anguish, you didn’t hear Hoseok come in.

The luxurious hotel stood before you. With jaw-dropping exterior design, you instantly felt out of place. The building was immeasurable. It was many stories high with large windows and a configuration between modern and traditional. The sun shined brightly towards the sparkling hotel making you squint your eyes just slightly.

Suddenly in your peripheral vision, a tall suited man with brown hair came into view and instantly made a smile erupt on your face. “Hobi!”

“Hey Y/N!” Hoseok engulfed you into a hug that so was tight that it almost made you drop the box you were holding. It was white with a rose gold ribbon wrapped around it along with a big rose gold bow on top. “Oops, sorry!” He pulled away with a sheepish grin.

You laughed waving him off. “Haha, you’re good! But how are you? How’s the comeback and everything?”

“Ah, it’s good!” He gave you a thumbs up. “I’m surprised we all found time to squeeze this huge event in, though.” You laughed shrugging your shoulders. “But, how are you? How are things? I feel as if I haven’t seen you in a while...” He lied.

“I’m good.” You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. “Doing better. I’m just working, and you know, living life.”

Hoseok raised a brow slightly, suspicious of you, before standing beside you. “I mean, that’s good to hear! I’m actually surprised you made it. I kind of wasn’t expecting you to come, if I’m being totally honest.”

The two of you walked inside the double doors and again, you were amazed. If the outside of the hotel was luxurious, you didn’t even know where to explain how the inside looked. It was beyond luxurious, it was just something that no words could explain. It was just breathtaking.

“I thought about not coming for the longest time, but then, I found this gift,” You lifted up the box. “And I decided that I was going to go. But anyways,” You changed the topic. “I’m in awe, this place is seriously beautiful.”

Hobi glanced at you for second but decided not to question you. “Mhm yeah, this place is insane. A lot of other celebrities has had their wedding here.”

You nodded in agreement and surprise. Silence broke out between the two of you as he led you through the hotel and towards the actual wedding banquet. The silence that you were emitting as you both walked made Hoseok feel uneasy. A worried feeling bubbled inside of him, but, he had a gut feeling he already knew why.

When you both reached the banquet, Hoseok stopped abruptly in front of you. “You okay?” He asked perturbed. His heart ached for you.

You nodded with a perched brow. “Uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

He frowned. “You know why.” He placed a caring hand on your shoulder. It hurts him to see someone special to him hurt like this. And it hurts him even more with the fact that Taehyung, someone who he considers a brother, was the reason why you were hurting. “I saw you...” He said, a weight lifted off his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to come in, but when I heard you were crying, I realized that you didn’t hear me come in.” He sighed.

“I wanted to check if you had gotten the invite already but when I heard you crying, I knew.”

You bit your bottom lip, looking at this nose rather than his sad eyes. “I’m over that now.”

“Still.” He squeezed your shoulder. “I was going to go in and comfort you but I decided it was better not to. So I left.”

You nodded slowly. “Did you tell Taehyung?” You looked at him as he shook his head furiously.

“Oh God no. I wouldn’t. Plus, I have no place in your guys business anyway. And I’m no messenger.”

You let out a small breath relieved. “Thanks for not telling him.”

His dimples deepened as he smiled slightly, “Of course.” His hand fell to his sides before sliding into his pockets. “But I can’t help but worry about you Y/N. You’re one of my good friends.” He told you. “You know, you don’t have to go… You can still walk away.”

“Hobi, I’m fine.” You told him again. Sighing, you gave him a comforting smile. “I promise. I’ve moved on from what happened and it looks like he has too.” Taking his hand off your shoulder, you gave it a small squeeze. “I still consider us friends and I guess it’s only right for me to show my respects. Besides, I’ve already walked away.”

“But…”

You laughed. “It’s fine.” You smiled brightly and pulled him alongside you. “Plus, I’m already here. I’m surprised there’s no paps or anything! He did a good job hiding this whole thing for privacy.”

Hoseok sighed. He knew you weren’t doing fine because the way you sat there in your dining room table, crying into your knees, said otherwise. “He paid a lot of money to keep it as private as possible. He didn’t want any fans or paps to ruin this... special moment in his life. So he hired a lot of security.”

Special moment.

You fought a frown from forming on your lips.

“Right, I bet he sure did.” You nodded. “Uh, anyway, where do I put the gift?” You lifted up the box.

Hobi looked at it before taking it from your hands. “I’ll show you where everything is.”

“Wow.” Your eyes grew wide as the both of you walked inside. Right as you entered through the glass doors, you were greeted with a long table covered with a beige colored lace table cover. On top of the table was an open book where the guests can sign their name and write a message for the soon-to-be-married couple. Red roses were scattered throughout the top, making everything fit together nicely.

Beside the table was a large portrait of Taehyung and Miyoung in their suit and gown with bright smiles adorned on their faces as they looked at one another. “They seriously went all out.”

Hoseok hummed as he walked past the table to the left side of the room where there was a table for gifts and cards. “Hey!” He turned around. “You’re not going to write that it’s from you?” He pointed to the gift. You shook your head.

“No, there’s no need. He’s going to know it’s from me when he opens it.” You told him.

“Oh, okay. So this gift is specifically for Taehyung only?”

You nodded, “More or less. I also have a card for both of them.” You pulled out the card from your bag and handed it to him.

He took it from you and didn’t question you any further. “Wow! I’m not sure if there’s even any room for any more gifts!” He laughed.

You laughed slightly, “Well, they’re a couple loved by many.” You watched Hoseok place the card on top of the other cards that the other guests have given. He then gave the box to one of the organizers by the table before turning around.

“Are you one of them?”

Your brow raised. “I-” You sighed. “Yeah, I’m happy for them.”

“I don’t have to do a lot of things but I still find myself doing them anyway. I can’t help it because at the end of the day, I was once his best friend and I guess I can’t find it in myself to despise him and hate him... Even if he did hurt me.” You shrugged. “I want to be there for him this one last time.”

“But was he there for you when you needed him the most?!” He raised his voice, causing the other guests to turn to look at him in surprise. He sighed and gripped your forearm, his voice lowered. “I don’t care if he didn’t reciprocate the same feelings for you, it was the fact that he let you walk away.”

You looked away from his piercing eyes.

“He’s supposed to be your best friend, he shoul-“

“No.” You shook your head. “That’s selfish of him to ask me to stay even after I told him I loved him. It’s just going to hurt us both more.”

“But if he loved you, even as just a friend, he wouldn’t have let you go like that. At least, not without a proper goodbye.”

“Well,” You pulled your arm away and turned around to look at the picture of the couple. “This is his chance at his last goodbye.”

Hoseok frowned. “What are you instigating? Are you leaving him?”

“I already did, Hobi. But no, this time, I’m leaving everything.”

His heart dropped. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Never mind, ignore me. I’m just being dramatic.” You smiled. “Where do I sit?”

Hoseok eyed you before guiding you further into the banquet.

The ceremony was over and it was time for the reception. After catching up with your old friends and Taehyung’s family, you decided to explore the hotel. Suddenly, your phone rang and the name you least expected popped up: Kim Taehyung.

“Hello?” You answered.

You haven’t heard his voice in months. “Y/N.” His stern voice broke through the other line. “Where are you?”

His voice seemed deeper than it usually did and it sounded more forbidding. You instantly froze in the middle of the hallway. “I’m walking around the hotel... Why?”

“Come to my suite. Now. I’m in the presidential suite, room number 718. Doors briefly opened.”

Before you could reply, he had already hung up. You stood there for a second staring at the black screen as your heart raced. Did he open your present? Quickly, you rushed to the elevator.

Moments later, you found yourself standing in front of him. Your lips in a straight line as he looked stared at you. Taehyung sat at the edge of the queen sized bed with the box on his lap. “What is this? What does this mean?”

“It’s your wedding present.”

“This isn’t a fucking present, Y/N. This is depression in a box, I-” He ranted angrily, wrinkles formed in between his brows as he frowned. “I don’t even have words. I don’t know what to say.”

You frowned back. “What do you mean? Aren’t you happy?”

“How the hell am I supposed to be happy?!” He stood up quickly, making the box fall to the floor as the contents spilled out but he didn’t care. A dead rose laid lifelessly on the floor along with the thick black scrapbook that held so many memories.

“It’s my official goodbye.”

He walked towards you, calmer now. “I don’t want you to say goodbye.” He looked over at the gifts on the floor. “I don’t want these. I don’t want to end our friendship.”

"Taehyung,” You began. “We haven’t talked since I confessed. Doesn’t that say a lot on where we stand? Don’t you understand that we can never be friends like we used to be ever again?”

He shook his head. “No, because I will fight for you this time.”

“You’re married now.” You pointed out. “There’s no time for you to fight for me.”

“That’s not true.” His large hands took in your small ones. “Our friendship cannot be over because of that.”

You looked at him seriously. “You’re such an idiot.” You sighed, looking down at your hands. “I can’t be friends with you when I still love you.”

“Even after all this time, you still love me?” His eyes grew wide.

“I don’t know.” You said truthfully. “A part of me wants to say no, but honestly?” You looked at his eyes, looking for something - for anything, as long as it’s any form of hope. “I don’t think I can ever stop loving you.”

He pulled you closer. “I’m sorry.” Your head resting against his shoulder, your tears staining his tux.

“Don’t say you’re sorry.” You whispered. “Just don’t say anything.”

Silence. You were met with silence and it stayed like that for so long. With you in his arms and his head looking straight, he stood there. Emotions filing through him quickly that it almost made him pass out.

That’s when you felt the tears on your shoulders. His salty tears sliding down to your arms. “I’m sorry that it had to be this way.”

“Me too.”

You pulled away and wiped your tears. “I should go. You should be down there celebrating, not crying.” You reached up to wipe his stained cheeks. “You need to be with Miyoung, okay? She’s probably looking for you right now. Treat her well, Taehyung. Take care of her well, okay?”

Taehyung nodded, “Okay.”

You looked to the door then back at him. “Goodbye, Taehyung.” You started walking to the door but he held your arm back, preventing you from walking any further. You turned around.

“I don’t want this to be a goodbye.” He said quietly, eyes trained to the floor. “I don’t want to let go.”

You looked at him, your hands at your sides now. “You want a lot of things, Taehyung.”

“Then can you grant me one wish before you go?”

Perplexed, you nodded. “S-Sure.”

“This isn’t a goodbye.” He looked at you, piercing eyes burning hope through yours. “This is a see you later. When the times right, I hope, no, we will meet again. In better circumstances.”

Your smile quivered as he walked closer to you. “Then, I’ll see you when the times right.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” You spoke softly.

His eyes watered again as his hands slid to the sides of your face. He leaned forward and placed a chaste peck to your cheek. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

He took a step back, wiping his tears. You nodded, “I’ll see you later.”

With one last look, you left the room for good.

Minutes after you left, Taehyung sat down on the floor with the gifts in front of him. Immediately, he picked up the dead rose that was crumbling and crunchy. He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, you still kept the rose he picked for you when you both were walking past a flower shop a long time ago.

“Oh my god, Tae, what are you doing now?” You laughed.

He turned around with a cheesy smile. “Becoming your very own flower boy, babe.” He picked up a single rose from the pot and sniffed it. “It smells almost as good as you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so cheesy.”

Taehyung laughed shrugging. “And you’re a beautiful blooming flower, my love, but too bad, I’m buying you a rose and you have to deal with my cheesiness.”

“What?” You perched your brow confused as you watched him buy the rose. “You didn’t have to buy me a rose, you dork. You know, you only buy roses for someone whose special to you. Like a special lady.”

“Yeah,” He nodded. “I know.”

“Then...?”

He sighed. “You’re such an idiot. You! You dummy. You’re my special lady.”

“You’re so gross Tae. What’s gotten into you? You’re going to make me gag.” You punched his arm making him grab his new sore spot in pain. He was so dramatic.

“Ow, I take that back, I want my rose back. Gimmie!” He reached for the rose but you shook your head and stuck out your tongue.

“Too late, no backsies. It’s mine now.”

Tae fake frowned before you both broke out into waves of laughter.

His pointer finger slid to the welted petals making the petal falling off instantly. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, realizing where he made his mistake. He dropped the rose back down to the floor. “Fuck, I’m such an idiot.” He really did make it hard for you to not fall in love with him.

Looking at the scrapbook next, he hesitantly reached for it. Opening it, he was greeted with pictures upon pictures that were glued inside the book with dates written beneath them. Memories playing inside his mind as he looked through every picture. Whether they were candid pictures or selfies, he managed to break into smiles through every single one as he read the notes and captions you both broke for each picture. He felt happy looking at them - until he reached the last page, dated in 2015.

On the last page, there was a polaroid. It was a selfie of you in his hold, with his arms wrapped around you. Your right arm was out in front of both you to take the picture. His head was on top of yours, his boxy smile in display. His brown hair with green tips covered his entire forehead and eyebrows. You were smiling so bright, so happy at that moment. Beneath the picture was Taehyung’s handwriting. Neatly written, he wrote:

December 3rd, 2015.

We just went to the fair and Y/N couldn’t stop eating the cotton candy >:( It’s not fair but she looks cute with chubby cheeks ! Anyways, here’s a photo of us that Y/N took. She looks so comfy in my arms. :D This picture is a reminder that she will always be in my arms forever. Remember this picture forever and never forget my next words, okay?

I’ll never leave you, I promise,

- Love, Kim Taehyung.

I broke my promise. A salty tear dropped onto the page, conveniently smudging the words ‘I promise’. He sat there, staring at the blurring words. He felt weird but importantly, he felt regret.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, a shrill voice broke him out of his stance.

“Baby, where are you?” Miyoung called out from the hallway.

Taehyung sniffled as he quickly closed the scrapbook and tossed everything back into the gift box. In a swift manner, he wiped his eyes and face and closed the lid to the box just in time as Miyoung walked in. “Baby, are you alright? Were you crying?”

“No, no. I was,” He threw his hands up in the air trying to make up some excuse. “Just reading this article in the news and it made me tear up and you know, it’s also hot in here and this tux is making me all sweaty...”

Miyoung looked confused but didn’t care to ask any more questions. “You should touch up before coming back down then. We’re going to open some more presents after we take some pictures!”

Taehyung nodded, “Yeah! I’ll meet you down there, okay?”

“Okay, sounds good. Love you, babe.”

“I love you too!” Taehyung watched Miyoung leave the room before he heaved out a big sigh. He sat down on the bed and looked down at the box. “I do, right?”

A/N: I LOVE ANGST.

#bts angst #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts #taehyung angst #taehyung imagines #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fluff #kpop angst #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #v angst #v imagines #v scenarios #v fluff #tvehyungs-gf

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pinksvnt · 6 years ago

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pairing: reader x minghao

genre: fluff

word count: 1,468

sypnosis: meeting minghao in the past leading to the start of a new life.

theres a marrige proposal here and y/n is an artist lmao. Honestly not my fave but all work is good bc I still managed to write something I dont totally cringe at sorry I dont title my work orz

You remember the day you met Minghao. You came to Seoul for an exchange program from your university and as your senior year thesis you held an art show. Work in all different sorts if media all revolving one central theme. Your self discovery. Who were you as a person, the good and bad.

Your thesis was held in a small studio place and the general public was encouraged to take a look. You remember what it was like hanging up posters and trying to get people to take one for themselves. You had never done anything like that but sometimes you meet people who were interesting and you'd sketch them up real quick if they promised to show up.

Minghao was one of those people. It was nearing sundown and you were ready to head back to your dorm but had an unexplainable urge to get one more person to promise to visit your show. That's when you saw two men walking with other, one with a camera and that's when you knew you could definitely get them to come. Shyly walking up to them you interrupted their little photoshoot were having between themselves.

"Sorry to bother you two but I was wondering if I could just, sketch a portrait for you two real quick in exchange for a favor" The taller men of the two immediately started smiling at you.

"What's the favor and where should we sit for the portrait!" You had them sit down on a bench nearby and quickly went about sketching their image.

"You see, I have an art show coming up, and the more people that go, the better I look! So I was wondering if you or just one of you really could show up and just take a look at my work?" You spoke to them without really looking them in the eyes as you were busy trying to capture their image.

"What kind of art do you do?" Finally the other of the two finally spoke. He had a weirdly mysterious vibe from the get go especially since he didn't speak to you from the start. He had on a simple yet stylish track suit on and dark hair that really contrasted against his fair skin. He seemed really intrigued in knowing what it was you'd answer.

"All kinds of work really, I work in tons of different media but I love focusing on myself and emotions. Emotions are such an interesting thing to try and visualize but I like the challenge. I'm almost done here so it won't be much longer and then you two can leave!"

The two turned towards each other and gave a sort of approving look to one another over your answer which made you smile. Although they didn't look it at first that fact that one of them asked about your work shows they at least have a good appreciation for art. You ended up signing their portrait and handing it to them along with a clean piece of paper. That was just to keep the graphite from smudging.

"Now that that's done, I hope I can see you two again at my art show! I'll give you this flyer and I'll even write down my personal number for if you two get lost or something. I'll appreciate it if you two just swing by, so please think about it!" You put away your pencil and sketchbook and gave them a smile.

"Yeah yeah. We might just go, I don't think we have anything scheduled that day!" The taller boy smiled at you "Oh! By the way, my name is Mingyu"

"And my name in Minghao"

"Nice to meet you two! I had fun drawing you two, my name is y/n. Hope to see you two soon, stay safe"

Now initially you didn't think much of those two. They were just another pair of really attractive people you met today. Though you really wanted them to show up for some reason.

Fast forward to the day if your show, you're exhausted and caffeinated beyond space. The anxiety you were feeling was probably a good reason as to why you shouldn't have drank so much coffee. But here you were, an anxious jittery mess. You had to pull yourself together as much as possible so that you could great visitors when they come in. If people would even show up.

Looking up at a portrait of yourself looking confident and somewhat menacing you sighed.

"Alright y/n, you've had plenty of art shows before. Even though this is your senior thesis, you'll do just as good as your previous shows. Nothing to fear"

The moment you unlock the studios doors you're met with so much uneasy you feel weak in the knees and on the verge of passing out. Why were you so nervous? You're so occupied in your mind with worries that you don't even notice when people start trickling in. You had to get it together.

"Are you alright?" You look up to see Minghao, a pleasant surprise in all honesty.

"Oh yeah. Yeah, I'm fine just a little stressed. I'm glad to see you came though!" He smiled softly at you and for some reason you felt a bit at ease. "I can give you a sort of tour of my pieces if you'd like?"

"I'd love that" He continued smiling at you and you couldn't understand but the more he looked at you that way, the better you felt better about the entire situation.

You walked with him showing him your work and explaining the meanings and feelings. It brought you so much joy because he wasn't viewing your work to critique it as your professors would be soon. He looked at each piece intently and said 'this is my favorite' to every piece you showed him.

"Your work is amazing y/n" Minghao scanned every inch of the studio and sighed to himself. It didn't sound bored. It didn't even sound as if itd lead to an awkward silence. "Can we talk more? Not here but like, a date or something?"

That initially caught you off guard. At the moment you were just happy how intrigued he was about your work. Most people (men) would dismiss your work or make you feel less than about it. And just as suddenly as he asked you responded in a way that even surprised you.

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'd love to" You smiled at him and that was that.

That was about two years ago now. Minghao became one of the most important people to enter your life. Being an artist himself he would always confide in you when showing you his work. You would show him yours and you had nothing but support for each other.

It was just another day in your small little studio when Minghao visited during his time out to the convenience store. This wasn't an out of character for him to do. He'd do this quite often and you loved the times where he would find a way to see you during the day during his busy days. What you did find odd though was the fact that he barged in painting, a bit sweaty, and looking disheveled.

"Mingha-"

"Y/n... it's felt like an eternity since I met you. The person you are is more beautiful than any piece of art I've seen in my life"

You were speechless, Minghao often told you he loved you but this felt different and so sudden. What's worse is that you're a mess, messy hair, paint covered smock and dirty paint covered hands.

"Hao I-"

"Please let me finish. I love you y/n, I want to paint the world with you. Will you marry me?"

Complete and utter shock. You felt weak in the knees and the world felt as if it was spinning. Even though you know the answer you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. You looked at him and he seemed anxious, looking at you so longingly that that brought you back to your senses.

"Minghao I-" You felt the tears starting to fill your eyes as Minghao took a box from his pocket and presented you with a ring. It was stunning. Nothing flashy, it was simple and more than enough. "Of course I will!"

Minghao pulled you into a tight embrace, laughing and if you swore you could feel a few tears from him too. But those could've been yours. Finally he pulled away and placed the ring on your finger. Minghao made everything in your life better. The idea that not too far into the future you would be able to call him your husband, flooded you with happiness. With Minghao in your life. Everything will fall into place.

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thepleasureisguilty · 6 years ago

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A Day of Pampering Chapter 7:

Part of an ongoing rp between @ask-a-slippery-boy and myself

Chapter 1:(SFW) https://thepleasureisguilty.tumblr.com/post/180404620744/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-1-insomnia-and-a-night

Chapter 2: (SFW) https://thepleasureisguilty.tumblr.com/post/180491298229/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-2-bathe-in-the-baths

Chapter 3: (NSFW ish): https://thepleasureisguilty.tumblr.com/post/180609254064/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-3-turning-tables-in

Chapter 4: (NSFW)

https://ask-a-slippery-boy.tumblr.com/post/180612617105/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-4-love-languages

chapter 5 : (SFW ish)

https://ask-a-slippery-boy.tumblr.com/post/180645825730/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-5-seven-minutes-in

chapter 6: (SFW): https://thepleasureisguilty.tumblr.com/post/180782130404/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-6-the-counts-new

this one is SFW: contains feasting with a countess and making Devoraks blush.

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I jump a little as you squeeze me but I don’t make a sound. I hold your arm as we follow Nadia down lucio’s hallway and to the dining room. Servents scurry around and Nadia grabs one and tells them to find Portia and have her join us.*

*The dining room is also fairly busy. We are seated across from Nadia near the end of the table.*

thepleasureisguilty

*I sit next to you, holding your hand under the table and watching the servants scurry about and having this sensation of wanting to help *

11/13/2018

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Pasha comes through the doors in a hurry* “Countess, you called for me?” *she looked a little flustered, like she may have ran a bit to get here*

*Nadia held up her hand to calm her.* “To join us, for dinner.” *She gestures to the seat besides her. Portia blushed and walked over to the seat only then realizing who “us” accompanied*

“What??? Ilya??? Mast??? You both look so good! Ilyusha I didn’t even know you could wear at color..”

*nadia smirked* “they do look rather good don’t they? I dressed them up after I found them rummaging around in lucio’s closet of all places...”

*portia gave us a look and a gesture which I returned with a shrug*

thepleasureisguilty

*i wave at portia and give a guilty smile when she gestures at us*

Haha there really is no excuse portia *I shrug as well still grinning*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Portia narrows her eyes at us, as if to say that she doesn’t buy that there isn’t some wild story involved, knowing us.* *Nadia simply looks amused at the whole situation.* “So, Mast, you mentioned you run a lounge? Please tell me more.”

thepleasureisguilty

*i flush* oh i do, its a very... Underground business. An artist collective of sorts where the group can make a few bucks and have a place to practice their art. *I try to skirt past the fact that we feast on the leftovers of nobles*

If you ever would like a portrait done Nadia, i would be honored to assist

*my eyes go up to the painting in the dining room* that was commissioned by lucio wasnt it? ... *I smile* I can tell by the color scheme and composition

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Portia and and I devolve into making strange expressions at each other. A wordless conversion that is essentially a back and forth of “what did you do?” And “I didn’t do anything”*

thepleasureisguilty

*my eyes occasionally switch between you two and i laugh to myself*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*nadia looks thoughtful.* “I do appreciate the underground resurgence of art in this city. I always find the most interesting things there. Theaters, markets, alike. I’d be very interested to see what yours is like.” *She looks a little surprised when you offer to make her portrait and laugh when you say the one on the wall was obviously commissioned by Lucio.* “you’ve only spend a few minutes in his closet and already you can tell the man’s taste. How amusing.”

*Portia surfaces from our “conversation”* “Mast is really talented, my lady! They drew Pepe and I the other night.” *Nadia smiles* “well I’ll have to consider it, since they come so highly recommended.”

thepleasureisguilty

*I blush a bit at the praise and smile* id be happy to sketch you sometime to show you my talents Nadia. Then you may determine for yourself if it is justified

ask-a-slippery-boy

*She seems pleased* we’ll have to make an appointment of some sort.

*Servants come in with carts. They set down wide but shallow bowls of creamy soup. They set down glasses of fine white wine to pair with it, and vanish quickly as they appear*

thepleasureisguilty

*I inspect the food, the smell is rich in spices and fish* cream of scallop? *I venture the guess smiling*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*nadia nods* “You must have a good pallet. That is correct.” * the soup is delicious. I make a satisfied sigh as I eat, but that might also be because I can hold your thigh under the table without anyone noticing*

thepleasureisguilty

*I humm happily as you hold my thigh and i taste the soup, it is great. Highly doubt this batch would ever be sent back to the lounge *

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I trace circles into your inner thigh. I have such a hard time keeping my hands off of you, I’m actually surprised we ever make it outside sometimes* Delicious, as always. Thank you for the invite Nadia, your hospitality is greatly appreciated.

*Portia nods* “And thank you for inviting me to join you too! It’s nice to get a quiet moment with you *she blushes* e - everyone I mean

thepleasureisguilty

*I give a glance to nadia as though to let her know portia wasn’t talking about me or her brother* indeed ... More wine for anyone? *i stand and reach for the carafe *

*i refill your glass* I imagine you two don’t get many quiet moments *i grin slyly* running a city is exhausting and im sure portia feels it too being your right hand

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia is very perspective. Your Portia’s comment, along with your glance, do not go unnoticed to her. Everyone thanks you for the refill.* “Oh not at all!” *Portia insists* “Helping my lady is no trouble at all! Especially when she works so hard to keep the city together. You should see all the work she’s gotten done this last week! It’s incredible!” *Nadia flushes a bit under her praise* “Nonsense, Portia. You work very hard for me.” *there’s a low purr in her voice. I might not be particularly perceptive, but even I pick up on that little subtly* *I arch and eyebrow at Portia, who blushes deeply*

thepleasureisguilty

*i smile... Checkmate.... My brow raises to portia too* oh dont worry portia, i know for a fact how much you enjoy working for the countess, nothing you have told me would ever make me think you didnt enjoy your job *I smile earnestly knowing that my point has been made And the ball has began to roll*

*I sit back down and put my hand on your thigh, under the table*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*She turns bright red under our combined gaze. Nadia observes this with amusement and a mischievous curl of her lip. I could pick out a Dom Face (tm) from miles away. I’m deeply uninterested in knowing whatever she may be imagining for my baby sister, but I am glad to know that Nadia may be interested. If anyone would treat Pasha right, and give her the spoiling she deserves, it’s Nadia. Under the table, I put my hand on yours, and intertwine our touching legs. I attempt to act oblivious to all the different tensions happening at the table and work on finishing my soup*

thepleasureisguilty

*I try to hide a smirk with finishing my soup and drinking the wine, i intertwined our fingers together and reciprocate the leg touching, i am not acting oblivious at all to all the tensions in the room. I watch nadia, observing her Dom face gawking at the blushing portia... I trust that she will tell her how she feels when the time feels right. As for me and you... Everyone already knows were fucking.. No mystery to it and i like it that way... I like the fact that we and everyone knows we want eachother and it is simply up to us to determine when and how*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*As we finish our soup, servants re enter and take the bowls from us. They replace them with plates of roasted lamb, accompanied by many different sauces and sides of jeweled rice. I favor a minty yogurt for mine dish.*

thepleasureisguilty

*my mouth waters as i look at the plate* so... Did you know roasted lamb was my favorite meal countess?

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia looks surprised* “I did not, but I am glad to hear it. Hopefully it is cooked to your liking.”

thepleasureisguilty

*i cut open the meat, juice pours from it and the center is a bright pink color with charred edges* perfection....

ask-a-slippery-boy

“Ah I am happy to hear it. You are my guest, and I would prefer to to afford you as much luxury as I can.” *Nadia says*

thepleasureisguilty

*I smile, nod, and shamelessly dig in. The noise i make is slightly erotic without meaning to be*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I make a sensual satisfied sound that is perhaps a bit too loud when I take the first bite of the lamb. It is delicious. Portia shoots me an unimpressed expression.*

*Nadia smirks and teases* “It seems Portia was not exaggerating when she said the two of you were very well suited for each other.”

thepleasureisguilty

*I swallow and chuckle at nadias comment and look to you lovingly*.... I guess not *i smile and squeeze your hand before diving back into the meat*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I beam back at you, my lips are shiny with the oils of the lamb. Being slightly uncouth next to you? My fantasy come true. This tender moment is slightly interrupted when Nadia says.* “Next time we really ought to invite Asra, and MC as well. Gather the ‘old gang’ as it where.” *I accidentally inhale a grain of rice and choke on it rather ungracefully*

thepleasureisguilty

*the second bite holds all the flavor, it is full bodied and juicy, theres a bit of blood left that leaves a fatty copper taste to it. The texture is divine, the meat is tender and ritch. Garlic, sage, tyme, and rosemary was rubbed into the outside of the slab before being cooked. The roasting process formed a crunchy heavily seasoned layer on the outside and a soft, tender middle...im missing something... It adds to the moisture of the flesh... White wine!... Slits made in the cut towards the end of the cooking process flooded with white wine... Ohh this truly is magnificent. I take a bite of the rice... Olive, garlic, parsley and a creamy dill flavor hit my senses... Little bits of chopped up onion...and the rice is panfried so it has bits of crunch to it... --- my enjoyment of the meal is interrupted by you choking, i offer you my water and rub your back*

ask-a-slippery-boy

A A Asra? *Cough* I-if you so wish it Countess. It um... has been a while. *Nadia raises an eyebrow* “Oh, is there a problem, I had thought the two of you had put your... past behind you.” *I cough a few more times* We did errr that is, we have... *I blush deeply*

thepleasureisguilty

*I raise a brow, before i put two and two together* Asra?

And old lover im assuming *i raise a brow and smirk at you*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I drink some wine to finally stop my choking* The three of us... Nadia, Asra, and I, used to be quite close friends... “Yes,” Nadia chimed in, “This was before Julian ‘murdered’ my husband.” *I flush deeper and deeper* Well things progressed between Asra and I, but the ending was.... a little messy.... “Yes, our Doctor was thoroughly heart broken if I recall correctly.” *Nadia added helpfully* *I shoot her an exasperated expression* It was a long time ago. But... well, that last fight was a little hurtful... we both said things we shouldn’t have.

“And” *added Nadia* “They have spent plenty of time to get her since then. I personally don’t understand where your anxiety stems from.” *Nadia said. I only know that she It attempting to comfort me after knowing her for so long. Her approach is generally logical and a little cold.* “Clearly Asra has let the past go. You should not be worried about what he has left to say to you.”

True. *I pose with my fingers on my forehead dramatically* But it was not Asra’s heart that was broken on that fateful night *Truthfully I don’t know why I’m still scared to see him. Maybe because I know that he’s seen my worst qualities and isn’t afraid to point them out. I hope I can cover any genuine concern by pretending to be overdramatic*

thepleasureisguilty

*damn harsh... Nadias words strike... But your reaction it seems like youve dealt with this before... I give you a look when you overdramatize and bring your hands from your face and into mine* okay drama queen *i smile trying to lighten the mood* if you need to have a long talk with asra to calm your anxieties about him... Then I suggest you do it, it can even be at the lounge if you like... If you dont want to do that then i wont encourage us going on a triple date with him *I smile and touch the bottom of your chin in a "buck up" manner*

But i will have you putting on a one man show to hide your anxiety... Deal? *I smile at you hopeful *

ask-a-slippery-boy

*But do we need to talk? I’m not sure what we would say to each other. I give your hand a squeeze.* I... I don’t know if a heart to heart is exactly what a I need or not, but I’m not opposed to a triple date. *Portia blushes deeply each time we say that word* I think exposure may be the correct therapy here. *I kiss your hands* Nadia is right, we have spent time together since. I don’t think there’s much remaining as far as bad blood goes. *I kiss your hands again* Thank you for being understanding. Don’t let your lamb go cold on my account. *I smile and let you go. Returning back to my food as well*

thepleasureisguilty

*I squeeze your hand reassuringly and glance apologetic at nadia and portia nodding my head at each of them before returning to the lamb*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*they both seems happy that you managed to talk me down. Both have bore witness to how deep I can go into my little tangent. Nadia does not approve of emotional coddling, but she seems to appreciate your problem solving approach. Portia smiles to herself too. *

thepleasureisguilty

*i understand the spiral... The use of theatrics to hide real emotion or make satire out of what your feeling. I also know that one needs to be told they are doing so and given another solution to the issue*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone who really understood the motions of my emotional spirals as well as you do. I squeeze your leg under the table. This isn’t the time to talk about it really, but I do appreciate it. I appreciate you, entirely. I shoot you a loving look.*

thepleasureisguilty

*I reciprocate the squeeze and look back at you smiling* So, when are we planning this triple date or then? *I perk up smiling at Nadia and Portia*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia smirks and Portia turns red* “Hmm... unfortunately I don’t have much as far as free time as of late. I have lots of projects in the works, things Vesuvia desperately need. Finally I’ve removed most of my obstacles in completing them.“

thepleasureisguilty

If there is anything i can assist you with Nadia, please just ask *i smile at her* you have been very...kind to me. I want to be of assistance anyway i can.

ask-a-slippery-boy

*She sighs* “it’s hard to tell what I’ll be needing in the future. But I will keep you in mind should I need use of your skills. Thank you for the offer, Mast. I do look forward to our date” *she made a meaningful glance at Portia, who looked like she may jump out of her skin* “I just cannot guarantee that it will be very soon.” *She smiled mischievously* “And I would like very much to visit your lounge. Portia,” *Portia jumped to attention* “Would you like to attend with me? See what sort of trouble your brother has gotten himself into?”

thepleasureisguilty

*I cant help but grin in semi disbelieve and victory, a heavy sense of accomplishment washing over me as nadia asks*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Portia gave me a look up and down, eyes lingering on my bite marks* “I’m not sure how much I want to know.”

Nadia laughed. “Yes. I did see perhaps a little too much when I found them earlier...”

“Oh gross!!! I am so sorry my lady! Ilya! I cannot believe you!”

thepleasureisguilty

*I flush and laugh a bit* honestly I think it was a good thing you came in when you did nadia *I blush more very embarrassed and a little proud*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia’s grin deepened, obviously getting a bit of a kick out of grossing out Portia and embarrassing me* “Oh? And why is that, Mast?”

*I turn red*

thepleasureisguilty

*uhoh... Was not expecting that...* uh hhh hmmm *i turn bright red nable to answer, my articulation skills have betrayed me*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia rests her head on her hands and waits patiently for you to answer clearly*

thepleasureisguilty

*i smirk wide and rest my head on my hands in the same fashion* you would have been blind by all the gody things we were trying on in your husbands closet...

Seriously some of the things he owned were quite terrifying. Im only glad you were spared

*i sip my wine raising my eye brows at her*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Pasha pretends to gag. I say nothing, knowing i will only blow your cover if I try and help. Nadia, on the other hand, I’ve never seen such an evil look on her face.* “I assure you the most terrifying things in there were gifts from me. Did you have any favorites?”

thepleasureisguilty

Hmmm *I scratch my chin thoughtfully* I would have to say my favorite gawdy thing in there, that i saw so far* would have to be the large red cloak with white fur and black spots on it with the giant gold lion clasp in the front

*I chuckle while saying it, honestly not knowing if he owned such a thing*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia sighed, disappointed* “Oh I thought you were talking about the flogs. You’re quite right, I hated seeing that dumb cape. A lion? Honestly...”

thepleasureisguilty

Flogs? Oh we didnt get that far! Perhapse you could show us later? If you like *i smile* and agreed *I nod fain knowing what shes talking about* very distasteful

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia places a hand on Portia’s shoulder, who looks as though she may faint* “I’ll think about it, I’d hate to scare dear Portia here. Unless red hair and easily flustered aren’t the only dominant Devorak genes...” *im not particularly surprised that Nadia knows what a massive masochist I am. It’s not exactly a secret. But Pasha... looks confused and terrified. I’d have to tease her about it later.*

*As we finish dinner, servants replace our lamb with delicate little cakes. Each seems to be a different flavor. Mine is white chocolate and raspberry*

thepleasureisguilty

*I chuckle at the situation and turn my attention to the little cake* Mmmm coffee and a dark chocolate

ask-a-slippery-boy

*The cake is good too. I make another sound that could possibly be interpreted as lude. Pasha looks like she could kill me. * Nadia, this is so delicious, I am continuously impressed with your skillful chiefs.

thepleasureisguilty

*I make a sound at my second bite of the tiny cake* agreed this is a wonderful meal, thank you so much

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia smiles* well thank you for the company. Even if it was... unexpected.

thepleasureisguilty

*I smile back and chuckle* dont worry nadia... Next time we break in we promise to be much more careful not to get caught *I wink at her*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia scoffed* I’d much prefer that you ask me if you may visit. I might even let you use a bath that isn’t covered in a thick layer of dust and Gods knows what else.” *she gives us a meaningful look when she said “what else” that makes me blush.*

*Portia chimes in* What you used Lucio’s /Bath/ too???

thepleasureisguilty

*I smile guiltily at portia* I am of course joking nadia... I would definitely ask your permission first

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia relaxes* “Good I would hate to put my guards on high alert to spot you. It would probably even more embarrassing to be caught by them than by me. They won’t wait until a convenient time to stop you...” *she winks*

thepleasureisguilty

*I laugh embarrassed and turn a bright red again I look at you to see your reaction as well*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I have been caught with my pants down by the palace guards before.* No, they do not. *i state this matter of factly. When I catch your eyes I smile softly at your blush. It’s so damned cute.*

thepleasureisguilty

*I sputter out a laugh at the no they dont attempting not to cackle*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*nadia gave Portia a sympathetic pat* siblings can be difficult

thepleasureisguilty

*poor portia, this entire night she has been embarrassed and practically tormented by nadia.... I know shes loving the attention though*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I decide to cut Portia some slack and give her something else to think about besides Nadia’s close proximity and all the wild sex you and I have been having since we last spoke to her.* It’s been a few days, I have to ask, how is my niece Pepi? Is she happy? Does she miss me?

*Portia rolls her eyes* “Pepi is very happy! Unlike you, I take good care of her!” *I roll my eyes back* you asked me to watch her, and I did. She’s fine. *Portia looks offended* She’s fine because I came home in time to save her from you!

thepleasureisguilty

*I turn to you* ilya? Did you not take care of pepei? *I narrow my gaze at you*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I take a deep breath* I did. I swear.

*Pasha pips in* “He did not! That giant raven of his was going to carry her off!”

No he wasn’t! He’s a good- *I flush, the words “good boy” almost come out of my mouth. I’m a little extra sensitive to the phrase these days* he’s a good bird. And I was watching to make sure anyways... also Malak isn’t even my bird. We’re just friends....

thepleasureisguilty

Malak is a good boy I can say that for a fact. And I'm sure pepei wouldn't let anyone man handle her *I smile*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I shift my posture as you say the phrase. Nadia defiantly notices. Portia pouts* “Even fighters need help sometimes. And Ilya if the Raven is your friend then I’m sure he’s rowdy. He squawks up a storm whenever he sees me.”

*I blink* must be the uniform…

*she narrows her eyes* Ilya that doesn’t make any sense

*Nadia leans on her hands* “It’s hard to say, Portia. Julian seems like a /good boy/. I’m sure he wouldn’t leave your dear Pepi at risk...” *I flush deeply and grab your hand* *Pasha misses the significance* He’s not! He’s loud and rowdy and he drinks to much and everyone know it!

thepleasureisguilty

* give Nadia a protective look and rest my arm on your shoulder* he is portia... * I look at you* and i wouldn't want it any other way

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia simply looks amused. I am turning deeper red by the second. Portia is apparently more oblivious than I am. I clear my throat*

to be continued...

#rp #mast #julian #mastxjulian #ocrp #foodpron #food porn #thearcana #the arcana

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femnet · 6 years ago

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I am a high school art teacher and I love my job. I particularly love it because it gives me teaching opportunities that might not come so easily in any other subject matter. On paper, my job is to teach my students the basics of artistic principle as well as a brief overview of Art History. However, what I really do is teach kids to think for themselves. Because of the subject matter of what I teach I get to cover a broad range of things from feminism to civil rights to even civil disobedience. For the last few years, theres been one lesson that is a particular favorite of mine. I introduce this lesson early on in the second semester and it combines literature, art, history, and even current events.

I begin the lesson by putting up two paintings on the board. Both paintings are entitled Judith Beheading Holofernes. I then go into a brief explanation of the literary story behind both paintings, which happens to be from the book of Judith which is included in most Catholic or Eastern Orthodox bibles.

“In the story,” I explain, “the Israelites are at war with the Assyrian army, which is being led by Holofernes. At one point, the Israelites become greatly outnumbered and are too fearful to mount an attack against the enemy camp, which is about to destroy their city.” After giving them the basis for the story, my language changes to be more casual, in order to bring the students into a story that might otherwise sound to scholarly and boring.

“Fed up, this woman Judith decides to take things into her own hands. So, one night, Judith and her handmaiden sneak into the enemy camp, flirt with Holofernes and get him so drunk that he passes out. With the help of her handmaiden, Judith them chops off the dudes head and gives it to the Israelites basically telling them ‘there I did your job for you, now will you get off your butts?’. This gives the Israelites the courage to attack and they are then able to overwhelm and destroy the enemy army.” Usually by the end of my summary, my students are commenting about the savagery or “badassery” of Judith with reverent tones, and this is when I bring them back to the paintings.

Both paintings have the same title and depict the same scene from the story. The first of the paintings was completed by the male artist Caravaggio and depicts a young, dainty, and white clad Judith beheading the gaping Holofernes. In the painting, Judith exudes innocence, she is the brightest and youngest figure, and her body language and facial expression show a great distaste for the task she is completing. Behind her stands her crone like handmaiden, almost egging her on.

The second of the paintings is by the female artist Artemisia Gentileschi. In this one, Judith is strong and determined, her sleeves pushed up to reveal heavily muscled arms as she pins down the struggling man and beheads him, her face set in a grim mask of determination. Beside her, her handmaiden of similar age and statue helps, both women looming over their enemy.

I lead my students through this description, all the while not telling them which painting was done by which artist. I let them point out the similarities and differences as we appraise the paintings and then I ask a simple question:

“Which of these paintings do you think was painted by a man, and which do you think was painted by a woman?”

Overwhelmingly, most of my classes correctly identify which one is the Gentileschi painting and which is the Caravaggio. I follow up their answer by asking them how they knew. Usually a female student shouts an explanation out, but this last year I was pleased when a typically quiet boy spoke up.

“Because a female artist would want to portray Judith as strong and tough, they aren’t going to be as worried about portraying her as innocent and dainty.”

And this is when we get to my favorite part of the lesson, the part that ties it all together. A background on Artemisia Gentileschi, a huge feminist figure in art history.

“Artemisia was a female artist during a time when a woman’s options were very limited, you could be a wife or mother, or you could be a nun, and there wasn’t much in between.” I begin. “Luckily for her, her father was a well known artist and he allowed her to be tutored by another artist name Tassi. Unfortunately while she was under the tutelage of Tassi, he sexually assaulted her while her friend and mentor was right upstairs listening to and ignoring her cries for help.” At this point I take a quick pause to look around my room and make sure that my lesson isn’t becoming a trigger to any of my students.

“Now keep in mind,” I continue, walking across my room, “This is during a time where women who were sexually assaulted were often given little to no justice, and sometimes even forced to marry their attacker. I mean think about the #metoo movement thats happening right now, some of these women have been waiting years for an opportunity to step forward and be heard and they’re met by internet trolls and called liars. And it’s 2018. So you can guess how difficult it would be for a young woman back then in an untraditional lifestyle to be heard and get justice.” I go on to explain how Artemisia and her father ended up taking Tassi to court, even though this meant that Artemisia would have to undergo torture since, in Rome at this time, a woman’s testimony was not permissible in court unless it was verified using torture. “So not only was Artemisia sexually attacked by her teacher and betrayed by her closest female friend, but she also had to undergo torture just to get justice. And then, she WON.”

Artemisia went on to become the first female artist to become a member of the prestigious Academy of Art in Florence. In an era when female artists were not easily accepted, she was famous and internationally sought after for commissions. Today, she is still considered one of the most progressive artists in history. If you look at her portfolio of work you’ll notice a trend of strong women, as well as a trend of women working together, sticking together, and helping each other, because despite the fact that her closest female friend and mentor had betrayed her at the time when Artemisia needed her most, Artemisia still understood, perhaps even better understood, the importance of women sticking together.

Three years after she won her case, Artemisia painted her version of Judith Beheading Holofernes. With this painting, she not only captured the stories of one of the leading ladies of the Bible, she also captured her own story. Because she painted herself as Judith, and her illustration of Holofernes is actually a portrait of none other than her abuser, Tassi.

I teach this lesson every year, and I love it because it sticks with my students long after we have discussed it. At times, it can be difficult to convince students the relevance and importance of school, let alone of their art class. But this is one day where it’s easy, because it’s so relevant. Not only to their own lives (because 1 in 9 girls and 1 in 53 boys under the age of 18 experience sexual abuse at the hands of an adult), but it also shows them how they can take their experiences, good or bad, and use them as a driving force. Lastly, and I think this is why this lesson works so well, is that it broadens the subject. It’s not “just” learning how to draw or paint or create something, it’s not just teaching them yet another vocabulary word. It takes history and literature and art and modern culture and it intertwines them all together in a way that interacts with their own lives and culture.

Teaching art and its related subjects can mean walking a fine line, especially since art is a largely liberal subject with liberal leanings and I live in a conservative area. I have to steer clear of expressing my own personal political beliefs or standings because I don’t ever want to force my own views onto my students, and I have to watch any political discussions that may start in my room closely to make sure that no one is being silenced or made to feel unsafe, and even, sometimes, to correct the false information my students see daily on facebook and twitter and, most tragically, the news. I still find it important to bring these subjects like feminism, racism, and discrimination into my lessons, especially because my students live in an area where they don’t tend to get opportunities to consider any viewpoint other than the majority viewpoint. They think feminism is a bad word and means you hate men, they think “gay” is an acceptable insult, and they don’t think that racism or discrimination exist because “they can vote right? That means we’re equal”. Lessons such as the one I've described are the main way I’m able to introduce an alternative mindset and raise the idea that maybe there are other viewpoints that are worth considering.

#by Jessi #June 2018 #politics #art history #artemisia gentileschi #metoo #tw rape #feminism #teaching #art

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 8: Fear The Reaper (Loki X OFC Pairing)

To say Loki was a complicated demi god, would be more of an understatement than saying Tony Stark is a decent techie or engineer. He had more facets than the world's most perfectly cut diamond and more layers than an ogre made of onions. Lucky for me, the first few layers were just leather and metal and some really fancy fabric from a destroyed planet/realm. He wasn't kidding about the not sharing part either, in that he became not so much overly possessive per say but he was prepared to let the multiverse know no one could have me but him. Case and point, propping himself up and over me, an arm on either side of my head almost as if he was using himself to keep me in and others out. There was also love bites in several very visible spots I didn't have the heart to tell him would heal before I would leave the bedroom we ended up in. He paused between kisses he stole from me to watch me intently below him and lifted one hand up to cup my face, tilting a bit so his eyes met my heavily lidded ones. "No matter how much death comes for me, I still want more."

I chuckled at his blatant pun. "We could keep going but I think at some point you'd be pegged a necrophiliac."

"Isn't that how most people want to go out, death by violently passionate love?" he purred. "Am I too much for you then, love?"

I snickered at the challenge. "Heavens to murgatroid no, not a bad way to go though, you're right on that."

"Then pray tell, why the pause? You shouldn't be thinking as hard as I feel right now."

"I'd have more energy if certain polarities were reversed."

It was his turn to pause then as he was trying to figure out what I was getting at. "My magic is making you more mortal than necessary, but wouldn't changing that make you numb again?"

"I told you I can still feel extremes normally, not when you're switching me back to life."

"Why do I feel like there's another reason you want to do that?"

Damn him and his clever mischievous natural scheming detector. "What other reason could there be?"

"Why don't you tell me?" he dropped his head to bury itself in my neck, finding the sweet spot and sucking, nipping on it till I squirmed under him.

"I've had you as an Asgardian god, now I wanna try a Frost Giant."

"Ever the curious creature you are. You sure you want this, the effects could be dangerous."

"What? Like frostbite? That's just flesh dying of the cold, I'm already dead, no biggie. Stop asking if I'm sure, you glorified smurf." And suddenly emeralds turned to glittering rubies and the room became much cooler. I reached up with both hands and pulled his head to mine, kissing him passionately, the cold never bothered me anyway.

"You two are worse than bunnies," Tony commented much later while we were all in one of his meeting rooms for the next mission.

"Says the man that used to take a different woman home every other night," Loki quipped.

"We'd be worse than bunnies if I was prego right now but literally nothing is alive in me so your argument is invalid," I told Tony. "Bunnies aren't that great to begin with anyway, oh sure they look all cute and fuzzy but they poop everywhere, aren't great housepets and die quite easy in extreme tempts which is unfortunately the kind of temps New England is known for. Great waste of fluff and space bunnies."

Everyone in the meeting room turned to me then with different expressions but the same basic principle of "wtf" about my little rant.

"What kind of pets do you like then?" asked Clint.

"Cats. Mostly self sufficient, don't need to be constantly cared for, don't hog the bed when they want cuddles, what more can you want in a pet. Anyway, why are we all here? You interrupted my naptime."

"Spoken like a true cat person," mused Tony. "Seems there's some undead activity nearby that requires our attention."

"Don't look at me, they only come when I ask."

"Which means that there's another necromancer around that's not playing by the rules you do."

"Well you know how it is, suddenly you have the power to raise an army and it gets to your head. In an unrelated story, beheading works best in stopping power hungry necromancers."

"Does shooting the head work the same or do we have to actually separate the skull from the body?" asked Steve.

"Afraid to get a little messy, Steve-o? You're dealing with monsters here, you're gonna get messy or you're next."

"Did you just threaten Captain America?" asked Tony in mock shock. "I'm liking you more and more."

I smirked. "Depending on the level of power they have, even the most lethal of shots or slashes can heal if its clean. Loki, a dagger please?" Loki straightened an arm and one slid out of his sleeve and into an open palm which he then handed to me almost uncertainly. I took the blade and slid it against my wrist as an example. For a moment blackened blood oozes out of the cut before it sealed itself back up and the blood was absorbed back into my body. "If clean wounds are all you know, I strongly suggest any number of horror films with gore and violence warnings on the rating for ideas."

"I'm sorry I'm slightly confused here, earlier you were telling us how there's so few of you guys left yet here you are telling us how to cut you down more..." Clint spoke up.

"There's two types of necromancers, those that do their job and those that steal from the honeypot, I don't care about the latter, they disrupt the natural order we're meant to abide by. If that means we reach white rhino status, then so be it, I can live with that."

"Remind us again what white rhino status means?" asked Steve.

"You can count how many of those beasties are in existence today on one hand and still have a few free fingers, they've been hunted by poachers for their horn to near extinction and the few left are now under armed guards to ensure that doesn't happen."

"I've got a question about dead animals," Tony spoke up. "Have you tried raising them?"

"They've been on this planet a lot longer than we have and we cause them enough grief destroying it and them along with it, I leave them alone as they deserve to rest more than we do."

"What about dinosaurs, think of what you could do with your own T-rex," Clint noted.

"Ok firstly there's an entire franchise of movies explaining exactly why it's a terrible idea to resurrect dinosaurs, i mean their name even means terrible lizard. Secondly there wouldn't be much left of them to resurrect, they're millions of years old and there's a reason we only see casts and not the actual bones of them. They're brittle as fuck, the actual bones are kept in a temperature controlled vault in a basement somewhere. Sure, it would look cool as hell having an army of angry monster skeletons behind you but the second they get close to the enemy, they're literally dust. Nice try though."

"So just stick to humans then," Tony noted.

"Fuck yeah."

"So you couldn't resurrect someone old enough, say George Washington?" Clint asked.

"Putting aside the fact that every single person that knows about him or seen his portraits remembers him as a stiff stoic and heroic first president and bringing back a grinning corpse because if there's anything left of him still hanging around its gonna be bones and tattered clothes aka nightmare fuel. It also takes a lot more effort to bring back moldy oldies because not only would they have probably been at peace in their final resting place a lot longer and don't wanna go back to the fucked up world we made it in their absence, theres a lot more effort in putting them together before they rise. Any other erroneous questions and misconceptions?"

"I've got one," Tony piped up. "You've said you only feel extremes most of the time and I'm curious, can you taste pain too? I'm convinced you're actually Liv Moore under an alias."

"She couldn't control other zombies, just support and help them survive the human population that didn't like them. I could stomach a lot of spices when I was still human I think, so I can only assume I'd be ok now, why?"

"Ever had a Carolina Reaper?"

"You've been dying to challenge someone on that haven't you, pun intended."

"What's a Carolina Reaper?" Loki murmured beside me.

"One of the most painfully edible things ever bred," Clint answered for me.

"If it's so painful, why eat it then, food's meant to be enjoyed."

"Some people don't taste the pain, they taste the spice, the heat and that's what they want. So I highly recommend you don't try what I'm about to do. Tony, I accept your challenge...I'd smack you with a gauntlet but this is the 21st century," I replied.

"Why shouldn't I try this reaper, I'm a god you dead creature."

"God or not, you are a Frost Giant and this food is barely edible fire, you will be one of the reasons it's called a reaper and I'm not sure I want to bring you back to life, I only ever resurrect mortals." Tony handed me one of the bright red peppers, a whole one, not something seasoned with a reaper, not a slice, a whole fucking pepper. I took it carefully, touching as little as possible in the event I needed to rub my eyes after this ordeal and examined it curiously. "Well, it was nice knowing you all, Loki, if I don't make it back, avenge me, you have my blessing." I looked Tony in the eyes and took all but the stem and leaves in my mouth before biting down.

"How exactly does this pepper kill someone though?" Loki asked while watching me.

"The spiciness irritates the inside of your mouth so much that it inflames it, causing you to choke and suffocate essentially while you're sweating like you've run a marathon through hell so not only are you essentially becoming dehydrated but you're oxygen is cut off," explained Tony.

I chewed the evil pepper and all at once it was like eating a piece of hell itself, my entire body felt like it was on fire, not just my mouth and I had to shut my eyes to swallow like a frog, my whole body going stiff from the pain, and slammed a fist down on the meeting table before finally getting rid of it in my stomach. "That's a spicy meatball-a," I stated in a horrible Italian accent. "Anyone else wanna try food from hell? Where's Thor, he's always up for doing stupid shit like this."

Loki snorted unceremoniously. "Off playing hero somewhere or making sure his people don't get into more trouble than he does, no doubt. Give me one."

"You can try a slice of Jalapeno before you play with the big guns."

"Are you actually denying the god of mischief some fun?" Clint asked me.

It was my turn to snort. "I've given him more fun in bed than he'd find from anyone else on this planet, what I'm doing is making sure he doesn't die from a dumb challenge. The only thing missing from this redneck fun is someone saying hold my beer."

"That's because my brother is elsewhere," replied Loki. "I'll have your Holopino."

Tony disappeared to the nearest kitchen and then returned with chips and Jalapeno dip with actual slices mixed into the cheesy goodness. "You're not lactose intolerant are you?"

"I highly doubt that's actual cheese and not the processed american cheese most cheese dips here are made of," I noted.

Loki took a chip and pretty much coated the entire piece in the dip then shoved it in his mouth all at once. He didn't break out in a sweat like most weak stomached people would but then maybe Frost Giants don't do that, he also didn't choke or spit it out and managed to swallow the whole thing without complaint though he was a master of lies for a reason, his poker face was second to none. "On the scale of pain, where is the Holopino?"

"It's one of the least spicy peppers this planet has though still pretty spicy. The seeds of any spicy pepper though are what you want to avoid more than the flesh or juice though you don't want the juice either as that shit can get anywhere, people have gone blind because they got the juice on their hands, didn't wash it off well or at all and then rubbed their eyes for whatever reason. Smart people that cook with spicy peppers wear latex gloves, everyone else tempts fate."

"You're worried something spicy and edible could kill me," he mused.

"Everything is edible once," I retorted. "And there's plenty of edible things that can kill anyone, just add poison, hell we eat at least two kinds of poisonous plants without realizing its potential, potatoes and tomatoes are both belladonnas which is the most poisonous plant this planet has."

"How exactly do you know all that about poisons?" Nat asked.

"Like no one else has ever thought about ways to sneak poison into someone's drink before, if you tell me otherwise then you're a liar. There's a song by my favorite band about slipping cleaning solution into someone's coffee."

"No wonder you two are so close, so much potential to do good but so tempted to do otherwise, meant for each other really," Tony mused.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"We'll see. Now that I had my initial fun though, back to what I called you all here for. We have ourselves a zombie outbreak...never thought I'd say that, but there's a first time for everything. While I get the feeling you could probably handle zombies on your own, this should still be a team effort for damage control and whatnot so everyone suit up and ship out."

I grinned." You heard him, Autobots, let's roll out!"

"Sometimes you're worse than Peter with the pop culture references," muttered Tony.

"Where is the little bug anyway?"

"At school like the good genius he is, it is a week day after all and no longer summer."

"Wait a sec, it's...the fall?" I asked excitedly.

"...Yes?"

I grinned. "Things are starting to turn up Milhouse."

"Why is it a good thing for it to be autumn?" asked Loki as we made our way to the jet thing.

"I'm strongest during that season."

There were definitely zombies afoot, not a whole lot thankfully which usually meant the rogue necromancer that raised them was either doing something small scale or wasn't that much a threat and didn't have the power to raise a full army. Either way sucks to be them. I hung back in the jet as zombies themselves were super easy to handle, it was just a matter of finding the weasel that got them there and dealing with them. Loki hung back as well as you really didn't need god powers to deal with the walking dead, just something to separate the head from the body. So it was basically Clint, Nat, Tony, and America's Ass knocking heads and taking names.

"You think Thor will be pissed he's not part of the party?" I mused to Loki.

The golden god grinned at the thought of his brother being the whiny baby he knew he was. "He did particularly enjoy a similar situation to this one, fighting off the undead, despite losing our home in the end. He's not needed though so he can bloody deal with it."

"Maybe we shouldn't tell him and pretend like nothing's happened that he'd miss." Our eyes met for a moment before we both grinned wickedly. "Nah." I pressed my com out of curiosity to see how things were going outside. "Found the rogue yet?"

"All I see are dead people," came Clint's response first, causing me to crack up at the quote.

"Ha, it's not just me quoting movies now, Tony, check and mate."

"Clint, don't encourage her," grumbled Tony on the com.

"This is way easier than I expected zombies to be, I feel like I'm in a video game and this is like one of the first few levels," Clint stated.

"If the music changes, get ready for the big boss fight," I warned him.

"Anything we should look for in finding said big boss? Features that sets him apart like with you?" asked Nat.

"Only the more advanced look like death for reasons, I highly doubt this one is so look for the one that stationary or moving at a normal pace and not currently rotting at the same time. The zombies are either a distraction or sentinels so go in the opposite direction as them to find the boss. On that note, can I have a go at whoever it is, they're under my department, I feel like I should take some responsibility for it...adulting and what not."

"If there's anything else after we're done, maybe," Tony answered.

"Sharing is caring."

"Good thing I don't care then."

Another few minutes went by. "You say its easy dealing with zombies yet there's still no progress otherwise, what's going on out there? Has the music changed yet?"

"Still can't find the bastard, even when I switch to heat vision to seek out living from undead it's still all dead things," grumbled Tony. "Are we even sure he's in this area? Maybe this whole thing is a diversion from another place?"

I groaned in frustration and stood up stiffly. "This is taking too long, I'm gonna miss the Farmers Market!" I stormed out of the jet, Loki in tow of course, and walked out into the battlefield, power flowing into my hands before I shot it at every dead body near me still walking that collapsed immediately, the connection from them to their initial power source cut off.

"Nell, what the hell are you doing?" demanded Tony.

"Your job for you, I want a raise after this too." I grabbed hold of a zombie's head without cutting the connection and instead followed the connection to the source while Loki made sure there were no interruptions. "Found em." I cut the connection of that zombie after and had Loki teleport me right to the source which thankfully was still in the area just very well hidden. I let go of Loki's hand from him teleporting us and took a bee line right to the bastard who's back was turned to me. I grabbed him by the head and smashed it against the wall of the building he was hidden in. Thankfully, he was still conscious for me to play with and held his head with a grown before turning around onto his back to face me and the look on his face was just too perfect to post on instagram.

"Nell! Y-you're...you're," he stuttered in terror.

"I'm what?" I growled at him, not wasting any time as I reached down and grabbed him by the shirt, throwing him into another wall and going after him before he could scamper away.

"You're back," he squeaked. "They told me..."

"Who told you?" I demanded, a hand wrapping around his neck tight and holding him hard against the wall behind him.

One hand of his was around the hand around his neck trying to get me off him while I wasn't so blind to not notice the other reaching for something behind his back, a flash of metal telling me exactly what he was planning and even before Loki would take out his own blades, I caught his free hand that held a certain lethal dagger and broke his wrist while my nails dug into his neck so he couldn't catch his dagger as it dropped. I kicked it away from both of us. "You know who I am, then you know what your options are now. Who told you?"

Both his hands were now trying to pry my one off him and I only gave him enough air to speak and not die just yet. "We're either the hunted or the hunters, that's what they told me. They told me your head would be mounted on a wall when they caught you."

I pulled him from the wall only to slam him back against it in rage, he was working for the people, helping them hunt the rest of us, that caught me. "How did they find me?"

"I don't know!" he croaked.

"Try again." Another slam against the wall.

"I swear I don't know! I was told about you after it had already happened!"

"Nell," Steve of all people said suddenly behind me. "He's more useful to us alive."

"I disagree," I growled. "The dead are so much more cooperative."

A new level of fear filled the traitor's face, he definitely knew what his options were now. He looked past me to Loki who was simply watching the whole scene play out without a word or a motion otherwise then to Steve. "Help me! Please!"

"He's not in the business of helping people he's been trying to shut down his entire life," I reminded him coldly.

"Loki, can't you stop this?" Steve asked him.

"I am not her commander nor master, I do not as you would say, call the shots."

"Nell, drop him," Nat came in saying. "I know what you're feeling, I know what you've been through, this isn't the way to handle it."

I vaguely wondered what would happen if I killed the rat in my grasp, would the Avengers come at me, kick me out of the compound? Would I be their next mission? Would Loki come with me or stay with them? That last one got my attention and I glanced back at Loki then and our eyes met. "You aren't my master, but I still need you."

Loki was silent for a moment, taking in the hidden message I hoped his caught from that statement. It probably wasn't fair to make him choose between the ones he had probably sworn to team up with, and some dead chick he just met and banged a bunch but I needed to know who I could trust when my own people were turning on me. "And you have me," he finally responded.

I relaxed the smallest bit at the answer and was about to finish off my prey before Tony in all his armored glory burst in from the ceiling, his iron mask off so he was legit staring me down with his blaster hands poised. "You want answers from him as much as we do, right? We can get more out of him alive when all his nerve endings are still working. I don't want you to be our next big enemy here but if you kill him, you will be, and Hydra will be the least of your worries."

While the threat was barely accurate considering Hydra had more intel than Tony did on us and had a lot more minions to give the intel to, I really didn't want more enemies than I already had. I grumbled in annoyance and threw the rat to Tony then before picking up the dagger that had threatened to kill me for good and examined it, Loki stepping over to me and eyeing the blade curiously. "Did you mean that?" I asked.

"I might be known as the Lord of Lies but I always keep my word."

The rat was grabbed by Tony and surrounded by the other Avengers who guarded and guided him out of the building, Loki and myself taking the tail end. The second the rat stepped outside however, he crumbled with a bullethole in his skull, a larger one as small bullets don't always do the trick with death mages. Clint took out the Hydra sniper instantly without a second thought but the prisoner was already dead. I cackled when Nat took his nonexistent pulse at the pure irony of the situation. "You see what happens, the universe always provides. You had your chance, now it's my turn. You might wanna take the body back first before they actively try to keep it from rising again though."

Tony just frowned at my reaction and shook his head. "You are a piece of work, you know that?"

I grinned and shrugged. "Thought you liked a challenge?"

He just shook his head again. "Not even Loki was this chaotic when he first joined us."

"That's because you forced contraptions on me that dampened my powers till I behaved like you wanted," Loki retorted dryly.

"You put a fucking bark collar on him? He's a god, not a dog, you dyslexic dildo!"

"Whoa, easy there, Night Queen, this is the same guy that tried to take NYC some years back."

I snorted. "Fuck NYC, their sports teams suck and so do they."

Loki took my hand in his and I felt calm suddenly and glanced over at him questionably. "You don't have to defend me, you know?"

"Yeah well, I got my vengeance stolen by the universe just now and nowhere else to direct my rage, so sue me."

"The universe doesn't steal, it takes what belongs to it, therefore you weren't meant to kill him so relax for now," he argued.

I frowned at the questionable but near flawless logic and grumbled under my breath. "Stupid sexy Frost Giant."

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theporgsyourelookingfor · 7 years ago

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Get to know me(me)

So I am bored. I found this post with questions but since i probably won’t get too many asks and i do think some of these are a bit silly i decided to answer ALL OF THEM in my charming yet honest way. for your (and my) entertainment.

I kinda wanna tag people but i don’t know if anyone wants to do this (let alone read all this) BUT if you are as bored as me CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED BY ME!

HERE WE GO

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

CLOSED. not that i actually have many closets here... I only have one walk in closet named Narnia and I am pretty sure a Ghost lives in ther. But a friendly one. It talks with my cats and stalks me while I’m in the shower (I know this because sometimes the air suddenly gets really cold. I just go “oh hi” and move on)

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

i haven’t done this but that might be because i forget this is a thing. and the bottles in finnish hotels are big? and attached to the wall? idk i don’t do hotels that often

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

in? what does this even mean?

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?

I WISH

5: Do you like to use post-it notes?

yes. I use them as bookmarks.

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

nah

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

a bear. i’d hug it. soft death

8: Do you have freckles?

no?

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

yeah, even if i don’t feel like it

10: What is your biggest pet peeve?

people walking slow in front of me when i’m Busy and Pissed Off. also people who don’t realize how ignorant they are about some things

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

no, i get bored

12: Have you ever peed in the woods?

Yes.

13: What about poop in the woods?

what about it?

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?

Yeah. I also jump around and run everywhere in my tiny apartment.somehow i always end up running into my bookshelves

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?

YES. ALWAYS. SERIOUSLY. I WON’T EVEN NOTICE. PITY THOSE POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS WHO LEND ME PENS.

16: How many people have you slept with this week?

Keep reading for more random questions, stories, music and pictures of cats.

17: What size is your bed?

big enough for me and two cats

18: What is your Song of the week?

youtube

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

oh my supremelord what is this radical thinking?!?!

(yes. someday this won’t even be a question.)

DID YOU KNOW PINK USED TO BE BOYS’ COLOR?

20: Do you still watch cartoons?

hell yeah (if i only had the time)

21: Whats your least favorite movie?

can’t think of one right now #positivity

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

how bing of a treasure are we talking about?

23: If you're a girl, bra size? If you're a guy, pants size?

IF YOU’RE NON-BINARY, WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HAIR? why thank you for asking, it’s blue with a hint of purple and green.

(i’m not saying all enby peeps do or should have Extra Colored hair, this just happens apply to me and this question annoyed me.)

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

stuff.

25: What is your favorite food?

chocolate. yes, it’s a food.

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

The Last Jedi and other Star Wars. Most Disney Classics. Anastasia. Phantom of the opera. Lord of the rings. Peter pan (the 2003 one). And many many more but i don’t remember them rn.

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?

I’ll tell you when that happens

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

no. i wanted to but my mom said i couldn’t handle camping in the woods

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

sure if i’d get good money out of it

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

Christmas cards! and i used to write letters to my old friend but then she started dating and forgot about me. I heard she and Boyfriend have a dog now.

31: Can you change the oil on a car?

don’t have a car, don’t really care.

I do have a motorbike but I know people who do better job with that so i let them handle it

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

not yet

33: Ever ran out of gas?

oh yes. and last summer I had a creepy old man coming to help me assuming i was a girl and didn’t know what the hell was going on

he: ”oh but you have to do THIS!”

me: “yeah, i’ve tried that too.”

he: “no but like THIS THEN!”

me: “i told you this bike doesn’t work that way.”

he: “oh but i have to help a sweet damsel in distress!”

like dude I am literally wearing a binder and men’s jacket can you please stop

and after that he asked me to go riding with him but then all of a sudden he was like

“oh but will you have a scary man in a leather jacket back home who wouldn’t like you going out with me?”

and i was like “...actually, yes.”

like yeah sure let’s pretend i’m a straight little helpless girl with a super jealous boyfriend so you will leave me alone.

(my imaginary boyfriend is called Robert, he moved here 3 years ago from the north where we met and he just got out of jail for helping his brother try to commit murder.)

34: Favorite kind of sandwich?

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?

eggs. just because that’s all i can do.

36: What is your usual bedtime?

37:Are you lazy?

i tell myself i am but i’m not really sure... i do a fuckton of studying and writing

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?

when i was a kid we didn’t have halloween here. now we do tho. and i do remember dressing up as a ghost to some school party

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?

Pig?

40: Are you horny?

no, but i have beautiful antlers.

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

no, but this got me wishing for one

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?

43: Are you stubborn?

maybe

44: Who is better...Leno or Letterman?

should i know who these people are?

no, i will not google, moving on

45: Ever watch soap operas?

sometimes.

46: Are you afraid of heights?

if we go high enough

47: Do you sing in the car?

with the right people and right music

48: Do you sing in the shower?

no. my Ghost roommate wouldn't like it.

49: Do you dance in the car?

yeah.

50: Ever used a gun?

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

in high school?

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?

sometimes, but that’s the point

53: Is Christmas stressful?

yes, but i’ve lived on my own for a while now and have carefully avoided all the christmas stress and shit.

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

a what now?

no but now i am extremely hungry.

55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

blueberry. i don’t care if that’s not a fruit it’s the only pie i do.

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

i wanted to be a marine biologist because my last name means “seaweed-y” or “algae-y” and i would have literally been Marine Biologist Dr. Seaweed.

that would still be VERY cool

57: Do you believe in ghosts?

if you have read this far you can probably guess the answer

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

have i had this question before?

59: Take a vitamin daily?

yeah. my dad wants me to

60: Wear slippers?

if i had ones

61: Wear a bath robe?

IF I HAD ONE

I WOULD NEVER TAKE IT OFF

62: What do you wear to bed?

i got two star wars pajamas and i regret nothing

63: First concert?

these guys. they are a legend. i was like 3. best time of my life

youtube

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

65: Nike or Adidas?

do i look like i got money for this shit?

66: Cheetos Or Fritos?

nope

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

both?

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?

no.

69: Ever take dance lessons?

i have. my mom took me to ballet when i was like 2 and i stayed there until i was 12 because my grandma would get me a cinnamon roll after every lesson.

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

do i picture a future spouse?

71: Can you curl your tongue?

I CAN. IN MANY WAYS.

72: Ever won a spelling bee?

we don’t have those. or at least i haven’t heard of any

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

yes. last night i had a dream i had a baby and i cried like one.

74: Own any record albums?

yeah

75: Own a record player?

yeah

76: Regularly burn incense?

77: Ever been in love?

on some days I’m in love with myself.

78: Who would you like to see in concert?

Let me introduce you to our lord and savior Antti Tuiksu:

youtube

(this music video is the light of my life)

79:What was the last concert you saw?

don’t remember. i don’t have the money for this kind of luxury

80: Hot tea or cold tea?

(get it, HOTh? ahahahahah.)

81: Tea or coffee?

Hot Chocolate

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?

83: Can you swim well?

yes.

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

yes.

85: Are you patient?

last year i waited for 8 hours in this jewerly shop to get a free tattoo (it was a campaign thing, the brand turned 80 years. the same people who made Leia’s necklace in A New Hope!) and JUST WHEN IT WAS MY TURN THEY RAN OUT OF INK AND NEEDLES so no tattoo for me but it was a weird and funny day.

86: DJ or band, at a wedding?

Porgs shall sing in rey and ben’s wedding.

87: Ever won a contest?

i am sure i have but i do not remember it.

88: Ever have plastic surgery?

i have not

89: Which are better black or green olives?

no olives

90: Can you knit or crochet?

I CAN KNIT!!!

91: Best room for a fireplace?

bathroom

92: Do you want to get married?

i mean yeah if i find the right person for it but i’m not getting my hopes up, it’s not that important for me

93: If married, how long have you been married?

94: Who was your HS crush?

Troy Bolton

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

i don’t need to

96: Do you have kids?

yes, two:

97: Do you want kids?

yes. and you will hear about it.

98: Whats your favorite color?

Black and

99. Do you miss anyone right now

@morsoullakko

AND WE’RE DONE!!! DID SOMEONE ACTUALLY READ ALL THIS??? HI, I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE I DIDN’T WASTE YOUR TIME!

my boredom is cured.

#about me #personal #i think i'm funny #now that you know me uncomfortably well you might as well message me and be my friend #though i already think of all of you as my friends #i ws bored #i did this for 3 hours #there's pictures and videos #funfunfun #not sw

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lifeofamastersstudent · 4 years ago

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Reflection | Workshop 2

4th June 2020 | online workshop | 6 people - Group discussion

Part 1 : Word Based

Activity 1 : State one quality about ourselves

Some of the words I got where - Patient , joyful, calm & patient, indecisive

Activity 2 : Pick ONE word out of FIVE

Player 1

1. umbrella - protected and safe 2. Water - calm and composed. I’m okay to go with the flow most times 3. can opener - I picked can opener because I can find solutions.

Player 2

1.Music box - because I’m entertaining 2. Rainbow - it brightens the sky on a rainy day and I’m feeling hopeful right now 3. Door - feels like it allows people to come in. I am welcoming.

Player 3

1.Ball - because I do things around sports and in a way, the ball can go in any direction. 2. Sand - it can take whatever shape you put it into 3. Stairway - I think theres no final point in my life. I think theres always something work in progress.

Player 4

1.Tree bark - because I’m grounded 2. Waterfall - I relate to waterfall because I’m very emotional. 3. Cloud - I am very moody - somedays grey and somedays white and my name itself means cloud

Player 5

1. 2. Pillow - soft and cuddly. And in general its the best thing ever. I am the best shit ever. 3. ocean - I found ocean appropriate. Its very vast and its very deep and its also pretty dark. And its something I can relate my imagination to. And you know how some people are really scared of exploring the depths of the ocean. And its also a lot of pressure to take.

Player 6

1.Rock - hard exterior 2. Waves - calm, it can be soothing sea and it can be a tsunami. extremes. 3. Shadow - its dark as I am in a lot of things that I think of. I can match peoples energy - I can imitate them.

Activity 3 : You get ONE word, find a connection

Slightly more challenging because you get one word and you must find a way to associate with it

Player 1

Boat - The way I could relate to the word I got is - well a boat can sail. I think if you know how to do it properly then you can withstand harsher waters. If you are comfortable and then you can handle it. If Im prepared about a situation if its tricky or difficult, I can handle it a lot better.

Player 2

Thorn - I can be hurtful. I can get angry. I can also protect the flower.

Player 3

Sharpener - I dont like to see anything negative in a person or even me. In my relationships, there are lots of things which are very different about them - id say for them. Some id change for me and some for them. I’m always looking to sharpen my skills and change relationships for the better

Player 4

Chair - my word was chair. I associate with it because I give people comfort so if someone comes to me, I do provide comfort. But it also stands on four feet. So I feel like my support system keeps me stable and that intern helps me to provide comfort to people.

Player 5

Night - I feel like on one side, experiencing a really pretty night. I fee like I can empathise with people and provide comfort and on the other hand the night can also get terrors. The dark fucked up thoughts and depression that comes with it. A flip side thing.

Player 6

Rain - it can be harsh and moody in a way. But also calming when you’re inside the house so it can have two different sides of a coin.

Activity 4 : Draw metaphors for yourself

At this point player 5 said how it was easier to draw the metaphor and it was a bit challenging to sit and word the drawing correctly.

Player 1 - “ill never have enough of my blue crayon”

It means if there something or a person that gives me comfort, I wouldn’t lose that person and try really hard to keep them in my life. A thing or a hobby. Ill do everything I can make sure to have it in my life

“happy as a pig” trying to be positive and be happy with whatever situation. theres no point in being unhappy with given situations.

Player 2- an open door with rainbow - an open door to happiness

Player 3 - I took my words sharpener and sand “harder, better, sharper, stronger” I’ve also drawn a sand watch. It takes the form of anything. I feel like theres always something missing, something is constantly happening.

Player 4 - so I made clouds because I’m really moody. And I drew the few people who always deal with my moods.

Player 5 - drew an ocean - part of the ocean is beautiful and the bottom has dark elements ( a treasure chest, a piranha, a whale, a dead person. Also drew a book - but then once you know me I go on non stop. And the whisk is because I create. Its one of my tools and my little universe. And the rings remind me of the planetary movement.

Maybe I can ask Player 5 to elaborate the new components she added and if there was any symbolic value to any of them.

Player 6 - I mixed all elements. I drew a shadow version of the drawing. One where I create my own problems and then me trying to protect others from theirs. I just put a rock in there just because and I added a storm. Its a duality.

At this point I also shared a few of my own - Tea pot , Music box , Egg

I noticed during this activity that some people used words and images . So their words complimented their drawings.

A challenge I faced during these workshops is how sometimes people brought in borrowed meanings into their objects. Like if an object reminded them of something someone said or did and it has some impact on them. Then they added that meaning into their story. Weaving it.

This exercise didn’t necessarily add more value. Most people seemed to repeat their metaphors - only in some more detail.

My follow up question to the players would be - did this exercise help build up and clean out the metaphors - make them more clear or was it just a repetition of expression - giving your thought a visual form?

Part 2 : Theme Based

Activity 1: State one quality for a tree

I asked people to give one quality to a tree. I now see that people applied some of these qualities when they were later asked to find similarities with the tree.

Activity 2 : If you were a tree, what would you look like

When I asked people to draw a tree that represents them - some people went into creating a version that would be ideal but which may not necessarily fit where they are in life - there was also imagination that came into play.

Player 5 focused on her tree being able to give to the animal community

Player 2 drew a tree that he found inspiring

Player 1 emphasised how important it was to be stable and strong

I think people focused on the “if you were” a lot more than if you were a tree, then what kind.

Activity 3: if this group of people are a single tree, what part would you be?

Player 1 said she would be the branch, she feels like she can support people but not as much as the bark would.

Player 2 I would be the leaves because they are visually pleasing, they are calming and they are just hanging there. Taking in the sunlight

Player 3 I think I’m really like the roots , ike it absorbs the water, the foundation for the tree. The stronger and better the roots the better the tree grows

Player 5 for me id be the little hole in the bark because I fee like the older I grow the more I need this sense of home and feeling of belonging somewhere. Having a little shell to call my own.

Player 4 I think id be the fruit because I think I’m sweet.

Player 6 I picked a single leaf - I see us all as a group and all of us as single leaves. In a broader sense, a part of a whole - nothing standing out, nothing standing out but it makes a part of a group.

Activity 4 : Pick a tree you most associate with. At this point I showed images of different trees.

Player 1 picked a autumn tree because of the warmth

Player 2 went on the visually appealing one

Player 4 picked the one with fruits - because it looks similar to my tree that I drew

Player 6 picked two. First one because it was similar to the ideas and the drawing I drew.

Player 5 picked the one with fruits. Giving and inviting. The tree with green mush - a safe environment with other trees.

Interestingly, player 5 was able to build onto the image of the tree and imagine what surrounds it.

Player 3 picked the fruit one and the one above the autumn tree. Nishant says he has a lot to give - it doesn’t come right away, it takes a while. And in the other image - the surrounding of the tree impacted the tree. Seems adventurous - on a hill.

Activity 5 : Make metaphorical portraits ( with new or old metaphors + physical attributes, if you like)

People did have fun making their metaphorical portraits but I think its because this group is very creative and involved in creativity hence they were more patient.

(Some of the portraits can be found on the blog)

Overall Feedback

Player 3 says, “ my eyes gravitated for things I was already thinking of” when it came to picking a tree.

Player 5 said she already had an idea for the tree and then I had to pick and choose.

Player 5 said that when I gave her a word, she was able to talk about it and visualise. But when I gave an image, she had to compromise and make it fit.

Player 3 said that some of the things people tend to draw are very specific to how we’ve been taught to draw them - like trees. For someone who isn’t much into arts. They might choose to draw a simplified tree that they are trained to draw.

Player 2 felt like although the activities were fun and the session was engaging. He didn’t really get a metaphor out of it at the end of the day

Player 6 suggested to - Give people one word and see how all people interpret it.

Player 3 suggested that I test concepts

Player 4 said that we are designers. We can think of things to associate with. Its harder for people who aren’t designers.

I got suggestions to test this with an older audience and younger audience

Player 3 said that people who are much older face different types of challenges and face mid life crises. Their responses could be irrational or bizarre. From a younger crowd, I did expect a lot of creativity but with an older audience that would change things.

Player 4 said that she didn’t realise that a certain object could encompass the things I felt. I knew the overlying feelings but I didn’t visually associated it with anything.

Overall Reflections

At times there was a focus on what I want to be as opposed to what I am

Drawing the tree impacted picture selection.

The creative background of this group may have impacted the workshop

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People found it engaging and fun.

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beatificallys · 4 years ago

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(1) the last he sees of nataliya

KURSICK

the winter in kursick never lets up. a persistent line of snow coats the roofs and the grounds, and the sky is a cloudless block of grey. the shrivelled husks of trees, all with their leaves fallen to the ground a long time ago, extend their branches like a prophet in worship. the people of kursick were constantly cold and starving, scrounging for any bits of fabric to cover themselves up with.

at this age, nataliya is smart and sharp. she’s a pair of beady black eyes darting back and forth, scanning her surroundings and drinking in information. as much as he hates to admit it, she holds the two of them up. she was the reason for their escapades’ success, the reason for their survival. the inner workings of her mind is a puzzle. she’s a tough read, or not a read at all. and thomas has always prized himself on knowing what people want. nataliya is an enigma, shrouded in mystery.

“here,” she signals. the two slink across the street, the cover of night protecting them like a cloak. the night was dark and heavy. the only source of illumination was a street lamp radiating orange light.

the house they are robbing belongs to a military officer from the city center stationed in the kursick to surveil the ruined village, no doubt a man with an overabundant belly with grubby fat fingers. he stands in a long line of victims. the government officials who came to kursick are buffoons. they positioned themselves like a low hanging fruit in a throng of ravenous people. while the people of kursick stole and fought and killed for something to sustain themselves, the officials lined their tables with roast chicken.

it is important that they do this. it is important that they take from the selfish and the privilege. the city people are scoundrels to allow them to survive like this. stealing from them is an act of vengeance that barely paid a morsel of the price.

east kosenyka was the affluent neighbourhood. houses were built on either side of a road that stretched through the street and opened at a metal gate. a guardhouse was situated at the gate. the street was heavily surveilled, which was why hardly anyone tried to steal anything from the houses. this time, it seemed that an entire battalion was parked outside the street. it had to be someone important, then. nataliya narrows her eyes.

in this distance, thomas could see several more soldiers pacing outside a house. the lights in the house were all switched off.

“what the fuck is this?” thomas hissed. he’s never seen such security for a single official before. “how do we get in like this?”

usually, they’d scale the gate to get into the neighbourhood, but they couldn’t now.

“there has to be a way in.”

nataliya scrubbed a hand through her hair in frustration. it was black and cropped at her shoulders. thomas remembers when it used to be long. they were on another one of their righteous escapades again when her hair got caught on the gate. once they escaped, she sheared the entire lock of hair off with a paring knife. there was no emotion in her eyes.

thomas swears. “damn it, nat. I’m fucking starving.”

“shut up, thomas. i didn’t say there wouldn’t be food tonight.”

nataliya stalks off in the opposite direction. thomas trails behind her. they circle the perimeter of the street, careful to remain hidden. the moon hangs like a silver orb in the sky. he wishes it didn’t. the night wasn’t potent enough. it didnt keep them hidden enough. plus, the entire city centres supply of soldiers had been emptied in this street, in the house they were going to rob. anxiety prickles in him, flooding his senses.

“nat. nat,” thomas snaps. “we shouldn’t. its too dangerous.”

nataliya’s back portrait doesn’t falter. the cadence of her footfalls is still strong. “we can find a blindspot. i know we can.”

“we can starve for a night.”

a sigh. “its not about that. didn’t you hear when we were in the marketplace this morning?”

“what about?”

thomas tries to recall the moment but can only remember the gloss of a green apple staring back at him. he’d been ravenous then. he’s ravenous now.

though he can’t see her, he can imagine her shaking his head.

“theres a new king. military officials are going to be sent back for the coronation. no ones going to be coming to kursick for a while. and in between everyone fighting for the apples in the orchards and the food in the shophouses, its going to be horrible. we need to gather a supply of food now.”

“we can steal the reserves from the apple orchards now. we don’t have to steal from him.”

“its apples,” nataliya says. “we’re gonna rot in between the time in next official comes. think about it, tommy. rich chicken breast, sweetcorn, sugar bread. don’t you want that kind of feast again?”

thomas can feel himself salivating, but dread pools in his stomach. “if we get caught, they might kill us.”

“they won’t.” nataliya sounds so sure, thomas wants to believe her.

they walk until nataliya stops in her tracks. she’s looking at the back of the estate, where a young soldier fumbles with his rifle. in total, there were three soldiers. two at either ends, and the young one, squarely in the middle. he’s standing in front of their usual entrance, the pile of loose bricks. the young soldier is still pockmarked. he carries the rifle like he still doesn’t know how. this time, he knows what nataliya is thinking.

“distract the other two,” nataliya tells him. “i’ll deal with that one. after that, join me through the hole. i’ll wait for you at the entrance.”

thomas clicks his tongue in assent.

“done and dusted,” he says, and slinks away to the side of the street. neither of them look back at the other.

heart thumping a lopsided rhythm against his chest, he picks up a rock and dashes it across his skin. the stinging pain follows more as an afterthought. he’s weathered worse. a rivulet of blood leaks out from his hand. he composes himself. then he bursts out of the undergrowth, yelling: “HELP! HELP ME!”

there are sounds of a rifles being cocked. so many shutters all at once, it sounds like a flock of birds taking flight. he collapses onto the ground, holding out his bleeding hand for everyone to see.

“theres a wild boar chasing me. help me, please!”

he keeps yelling until he’s sure it reaches the four corners of this street. theres the heavy sound of footfalls as soldiers run over to see the commotion. thomas doesn’t dare look up. he keeps his eyes trained on the ground, because he’s sure if he does so, he’ll see a million barrels pointed at him and his stomach will go lurching. he just hopes nataliya makes it in.

cold metal forces his chin up. he opens his eyes. the stern visage of a soldier is outlined in silver in the moonlight. this was a soldier from the city center. azus’ own army. he hated them. he hated them so much. they were unrelenting and furious and violent. a red beret rests atop the soldier’s head, a new addition. realisation dawns on thomas. the new king and his army. this was completely different threat they were dealing with.

“what do we have here? a street rat?”

the mans voice is slow and rumbling, like a thunderstorm.

“please, sir, help me. i was searching for food in the forest when a wild boar started chasing me.” thomas clutches his arm harder for emphasis.

the soldier smiles. its horrifying. skin stretched over white teeth. he looks like he’ll eat thomas alive. regret fills thomas. he should have just insisted to nataliya that they leave. now the bad feeling is real and alive, beating inside thomas like a second heart. he needs to get nataliya out of there. this is far more than either of them anticipated.

“look at the poor boy,” the soldier murmurs. “he can barely help himself. this is why i hate kursick. i am disgusted by it. no one can seem to fend for themselves.”

thomas opens his mouth to respond, but a dull thwack across his jaw sends his mind ringing. his vision blacks out for a split second, it returns just to catch a glimpse of gold before it disappears. the soldier signals to another soldier. “get him out.”

and he’s picked up by his arms and thrown out at the front of the street. pain explodes in his body like activated landmines. the thought of nataliya pulsates frantically in his mind. once his body has recovered enough, he sprints back to the spot where he and nataliya stood minutes ago to find the young soldier the same way he was, still pacing about with uncertainty. he turns his eyes up to the house they were protecting, where a single light that hadn’t been turned on a few minutes ago now was.

if he’d known this was the last time he would be seeing nataliya, what would he have done? it occurs to him that the last he sees of her is her back. her small, scrawny frame, the certain set of her shoulders, the jagged crop of the dark hair. the portrait burns its way into his memory forever.

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s-nnyd · 7 years ago

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all of the ask me meme :) please stop talking about naruto

i think that was this one?

rose: what makes you feel beautiful?

man, hmm, when my hair falls just right and it looks like the hairstyle that could be used in like a romcom drama oh or when the sun starts to set because everythign just starts to feel like the right color and it makes it just about everything right

lace: how would you describe your best friend(s)?

complete idiots i love hanging out with

wish: what are your favourite memories?

oh fuck dude my favorite memories? okay so back in middle school when there was the open house and i signed up for one of the shifts i just stayed in ms. dean’s room and like it was raining and pouring and i was just kinda fooling around with some friends before our shifts started and like we ordered pizza and my goodness it was cold and wet as fuck but it was such a genuinely nice memory of just the feeling during that time also when were painting murals for art ds like shit man that was like the time of my life and i genuinely get all these heartfelt feelings each time i think about it (oh oh oh oh and like mrs q said that like shes trying to make things work with walker about doing a mural inside the class and im like holy fuck please like im legit gonna cry if that happens) and although its super embarrassing just like all the times ive ever really had talks and hung out with mrs q like they were genuinely nice memories and esp friday too like she told me stories about the previous schools she went to and the types of students she had and i love hearing stuff like that and yesterday was truly enjoyable

heaven: describe your ideal date

hhhhhhhh okay okay okay okay so its raining out but we still were supposed to meet up and im standing outside with a cup of hot choco with extra whip cream just the way she likes it cause i wanted to get it for her and when she comes to meet me she also has a cup of hot choco with extra cocoa for me and its just the kinda heart and chest swelling kinda moment cause we both were thinking about each other and then we head over to watch the movies first something stupid yet enjoyable and after going to have some lunch at like a really good tofu house and then after going to an art museum and then ill say somethign cheesy like man im surprised you dont live here ‘why?’ cause youre a work of art or you know whats the most beautiful piece of art out of this whole exhibit ‘ooo was it the ______ or the _____ one or maybe its the ______?” nah its you and thats the main commentary im making through out the whole exhibition and like after that we head over to my place and the rains still coming down my head on her lap and her fingers through my hair as watch a movie both of us has seen far too many times already that it this point its just for the sake of background noise and like we swap spots where shes on my lap now adn eventually she falls asleep i carry her to the bed and let her nap for a bit and she wakes up after a while and comes into the kitchen and im cooking fried rice at like 3 in the morning and its just lazy hugs and bad singing but all in all its just relaxing soothing loving and everything i really want

angel: what is your dream aesthetic?

oh man like okay have you seen that godzilla jacket that was floating around on tumblr for a while like like that specific aesthetic where its super cool stitching and japanese words that i can actually read for once OH OH OH or like just absolute artist like just paint splatters and charcoal and pastel that wont wash out and jean jackets with patches and just yeeeeeee

wings: list five things you love about yourself

hmmm i think my determination to always be improving, my loyalty, my ability to think from multiple angles of a situation, my creativity and the multitude of ideas that come as a result of it , and mmm prolly the fact that when i love someone or got a crush like more than anything id love to give them the absolute most like id give them the world if i could if it would make them happy and like they dont gotta accept my feelings or anything but jsut please dont reject my gifts like i just want you to be happy and i wanna see you smile and laugh and like even if this aint gonna turn anything im glad i got to love you and have this experience

marble: what do you look for in a partner?

oh man okay so like ive noticed that every single person ive ever had a crush on like i dont necessarily got a type in the sense of like looks or anything like that cause they all look super different and there is no one “type” but like its a lot closer to a “type” as in a type of person like someone whos generally super open minded and caring and gentle someone who even though they dont believe so theyre changing and helping so so so so many people around them someone who has the best laugh that id do anything to hear and the prettiest eyes and the most amazing smile that id truly do anythign to see someone whos usually loved by many but even in close relations theyre extremely close heart to heart and very attentive someone whos got a great head on their shoulders and the mindset to keep moving forward and improve someone who rlly pushes the idea communication, trust, and honesty and like man theyre people with the most beautiful minds and hearts and like it ends up being a case where theyve got the most beautiful face too

velvet: describe your dream home

oh fuck dude i couldnt even talk about this for my project for japanese i cant do it here

pearl: what is your favourite: scent, flavour, sound, texture?

shit dude ive really gotta say that my favorite scent is prolly the art and the ceramics room like really its super calming my fave flavor would maybe be honey? (i just had a honey stick rn so) my favorite sound is the sound of my crush’s voice and laugh, fave texture has def gotta be my paint like fuck i love sticking my hand in that shit

sunlight: list five things you find to be beautiful

link, zelda, my crush, the specific color of cerulean blue, okay and oddly enough that scar thats on my leg from when i fell off my skateboard

cherry: what words of advice would you give to a stranger?

if you think someone’s got a cool shirt, pretty eyes, a nice laugh, the cutest button nose, a soothing voice, or is just in general attractive to you, just tell them like the smile on their face is worth a whole lot and i promise you that it could make their day

blush: describe your ideal future

oh fuck okay so its one where i got a like four big dogs (cause these are my faves), a samoyed a husky a german shepard and a pit bull, and im living in a nice decent place with my loved one i have a job either at one of the major animation studios or im working with a huge game company (preferably Nintendo so i can work on some loz games) and ive also got a seperate place thats a block or two away from my home and its my own personal studio a place that is just a whole floor dedicated to working on my art whether it be two dimensional traditional or digital and i also got a throwing wheel and a place to put my ceramics and ive made some movies and games that ive dedicated to mrs q and mrs y because theyve brought me so far in my art career and also played such a big role in my life in general and id love to make them proud and like honestly that soudns like the absolute shit to me

sea: what music, art and/or literature brings you peace?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh man just seein loz fanart is the best but also like fuck dude like mmmmm when i see an art style i really love that has literally the best fuckign composition and color usage like fuck thats my shit like theres some specific ones that i dont know how to describe

wine: talk about something you are looking forward to

working on that mural if mrs q can make it through cause that is legit what i really wanna do like i fucking love working on murals oh oh oh also when we can finally order the new j shirts cause i finished the design and i really wanna see everyone wearing them im really proud of this year’s design aalsososoooooooo like im really excited to work on the next project for ceramics like were makign slab boxes and we can basically tell a story and do whatever the fuck we want with it and man im just so excited for that (wow i legit realized that like everything ive listed that is part of my dream or makes me excited or happy is like art related like wow)

honey: what do you do to relax?

i watch shitposts oh that or i talk to my cousin lynnette cause really shes super understanding and its really easy to talk to her

silk: describe your most recent dream

man i forgot the bulk of it but i think like it was one where i didnt finish my charcoal portrait or my coil pot in time and then i woke up in a cold sweat

matte: what is something you are proud of?

hmmmm at current im proud of the presents i gave to mrs y and mrs q cause it made the both of them really happy and like i really wanted to show them how thankful i am to them and like they genuinely liked the posters and the flowers

gloss: list ten songs you love right now

lmao shit uh

feelings - hayley kiyoko

maple - hayley kiyoko

redbone - childish gambino

forrest gump - frank ocean

shes so mean - matchbox twenty

perfect - ed sheeran

and legit just like all of the soundtracks for all the loz games

satin: what never fails to make you happy?

oh oh oh oh oh when i give a present to my crush or i do something nice for them and they just give me the biggest smile or the best laugh ive ever heard and theres just the crinkle at the corners of their eyes from smilign so hard and because theyre trying so hard to keep eye contact with me while but theyre laughing really hard and they can only keep one eye open and like just the genuineness of joy and all

opal: talk about your interests and passions

hhhhhhhh dude dude like mannnnnn like hhhhhh okay imma talk about loz for a sec and like i know i brought it up before but i love like so much okay like oot was my first time playing time playing any loz game and my lord it was the shit like the storyline the characters the graphics the sound track the quests and side characters liek everything really made it feel like so much mroe and like i feel so much for it like heres link growing up and hes like what around ten or so and hes got some friends and he finally gets his fairy and then his tree dad goes and dies right after telling him lmao sorry but you kinda gotta save the kingdom k bye and like this kid this kid literally knows jack shit about anything but he goes on and does it anyways he goes and helps zelda he goes and helps the people who are in trouble along the way and plays some rad ass tunes on his tiny lil ocarina of time while doing it and like even when he gets put into the future like he sitll has the mindset of a ten year old hes still as innocent and earnest and pure hearted as when he first started and like holy fuck dont get me started on sheik like shit sheik is so damn cool and like knowing that it was zelda all that time like fuck yeah zelda can kick ass fuck yeah zelda got muscles for days fuck yeah she can punt you across the kingdom and like at the end when she thanks him and sends him back and time so he can enjoy the lost time like shit dude i know zelda meant well and all but like hes experienced so much with and for her hes done so much give the kid a break and then even then navi in the end like leaves and then eveything continues in majoras mask and again hes in his ten year old body but now wiht the experiences and knowledge and basically memories from being seventeen like hes got so much mroe than what his body and mind should handle at this point and he wanders into the forest again all in search for an old friend to look for navi and like when he gets sent to termina after trying to chase after skull kid and like havign those nightmares witht he scrubs like hes gone through so much and i only want more for him and like he doesnt have to save termina he doesnt he doesnt need to do anything he can let termina get smooshed to smitherins by the moon for all the work hes already done for hyrule but he does it anyway and he rewinds time again and again and again and again so he can fix all of these problems for all of these people he does all of this to bring some sort of proper ending for these people who have the last three days of their lives the last three days before their deaths repeat over and over and over and over and over again and he saves them each and every time he rewinds time and he goes through all this shit i mean this ten year old mother fucker is doing olympic bakc flips and twirls and shit after oot like shit boi and then like oh myy gooddddd like damn botw like fuck dude that game means a whole lot to me like its lacking a lil bit in the presence of an evil and i mena i know its ganon and all but like shit i could ignore that motherfucker for all eternity if he wasnt being such a total asshat to zelda and like i mainly beat that motherfucker up just for zelda like for once in a game ive never wanted more to save her like they went so much into detail abotu her and like dude those memories thos cutscenes? like that shit made everythign and i truly love her she works so hard and shes held up to this image of being extremely spiritiually adept because of all her ancestors ebcause of all the other zeldas but she jsut cant she jsut cant do the same thing and so she tries in other ways she tries to udnerstand and get a grasp on sheikah and ancient tech so she can at least be prepared to stand against the calamity when it does come and like the champions all worry about her like the girl nearly got herself killed in the process of trying to awaken her so called spiritual powers and like dude finding out that in the beginning zelda legit hated links ass like they put so much mroe into her like she she hated seeing that he was a prodigy that he didnt have a single trouble in the world and then finally link speaks up and he tells her he talks to her about why he keeps quiet and like the two finally bond and like the two dorks love each other so much that it really does go beyond friendship and romance like they legit would die for each other that one time that zelda was this fucking close to getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter and link was beat the fuck up like he went to save her and then the time when link was basically on his death bed and a guardian was about to pulverize him zelda stood between him and the guardian this bitch wasnt even thinking about having her spiritual powers she was legit ready to die for him if it meant he could run away and get to safety and i mean luckily she her spiritual powers did come out but she legit realized it when she was so genuinely scared but chose to stand up cause she cared for him so much and like these two kids fight so much and have gone through a lot both on their own times and also together but like i love them so much no matter what timeline theyre in

kiss: what do you want from life right now?

my lord i want life to point me in the right direction tbqh or at least give me a mentor for some help like please ive been guiding and doing everything myself this whole time give me a break like after reading all the stories for lang and lit like it makes me feel so lost in what im doing like after catcher in the rye and playing the role of holden caulfield and denying that i fit any part of the role and then realizing how similar i was to him and then reading death of a salesman and relating to biff and reading raisin in the sun and relating to beneatha like shit i really felt lost like ive been talking about it with my therapist lately and like yeah i think i really need some direction or reassurance or a mentor or at least something in my life thats consistent cause right now im a complete mess

#thanks jae #like i really enjoyed this #sickinthesoul

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kyanmaaaa · 5 years ago

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okay so i supposse i shouldnt be surprised i had a dream involving yanderes considering how much stuff i read for them

but it was surprising how scary it was! woke up with my heart pounding and stuff

so the beggining of the dream is im at some kind of event with my family and someone pulls me aside to talk abt something, and i follow them to another building cause hey we’re in a semi public place, and then we enter the building and theres just hands on me, picking me up, grabbing my arms and legs and all of a sudden theres way more people than the one polite person i was talking to before and theyre all talking abt how they’ve finally got me and how mom and dad are gonna be so happy to finally have me in the family and im like woah woah hey woah what the fuck, wiggling and kicking and panicking cause why the fuck are they touching me stop touching me

i break free and ran through the weirdly empty and open house, coming to a two story tall room and falling through the door to the level below, its dirt on the bottom and the rooms featureless besides the unfinished windows and doors up above and everythings black. i crawl and shimmy up the supports and fucking run

the area we’re in is a little less populated so my cell reception isnt great, i try to call 911, and i try again, and again, but i cant get a signal, so i try calling my brother and for some reason that comes through and i just beg him to please come find me i dont know where i am but theres people and-

and then they found me

i dont remember what happens at this part but i guess i stay with that part of the family for a bit with plans to move me to see their mom and dad, everyone else was a child of them or something. i dont remember a punishment but i think i mightve gotten one for being uncooperative and everything at this points just so much more frightening. everythings more clear once i escape

which involves a lot of running, resting in abandoned places but only where im clearly hidden but theres still plenty of room to maneaver in, always with more than one exit available. its been a while like this, i havent seen anyone in a long time, still trying to get in contact with my brother, but im starting to get into a groove with keeping away from them, surely they’ve lost track of me by now?

i fuck up one day when im trying to go to the bathroom, im going down the stairs to a middle level with a small kitchen, and the level below has the bathroom, with only one exit on each floor, the stairs. i never make it to the bathroom, i step down that last step to the kitchen and i just hear a voice behind me and i panic and grab them, squeezing around their mouth (a cats mouth?) before they can say more, choking them, its hard to breath to see to think but i try to bash their catlike head on a table, to keep them quiet maybe no one else has seen me yet if i can just knock them out but i CANT because i hate them im scared but i never never want to hurt anyone so each time i try to slam their head into the counter its just not hard enough and im more upset now, absolutely not thinking clearly as i try to shove them into the freezer where they clearly wont fit but hey maybe if it was old enough they’d be trapped in there (insulated and silencecd) for long enough to get me out

but someone comes down the stairs again and i break. apologizing, sobbing, apologizing, barely able to breath and speak through the stutters of I’m sorry, I’m sorry, because i dont want to go back I don’t want to be hurt again but im powerless and im sorry

im captured, they take a moment to assess the room, stare at their dizzied companion as i cower behind the support beams in the strange room

and then im at their mom and dads house, talking to a puppy that calls me dad. it doesnt understand that im not its father. At least the dog calls me dad, everyone else has been misgendering me the whole time. ive been given a new name, a pets name, and its too feminine, demeaning and im mad. so i tell the puppy lets have some fun and i show it how to absolutely destroy the mansion we’re in, knocking shit off tables, knocking over tables, just mayhem, general mayhem and destruction

when the butler comes im chastized, threatened, and the puppy stands on its hind legs and instead of being blamed with me it joins in, talking completely differently than before and callng me such a disgrace. i dont want the puppy to get in trouble i did start it after all, but it hurts to be alone, i thought the weird puppy was at least my friend and equal in this

after my punishment im finally introducted to the mom and dad of the family, theyre both youngerish, middle 30s at the latest, and kinda boring looking tbh in how conventially attractive they are. they examine me, talking as if im not there and how happy they are to finally have their pet, i bite my tongue and keep quiet.

im not sure what starts this but theyre unhappy, and i hate them and im scared of them, but i dont want them to be unhappy im so tired of everything being unhappy, so i muster up my best fake peppy voice and ask if we can play dress up.

they have so many beautiful dresses! and accessories! and a pretty dollhouse backdrop where the dad tells me how pretty i am as i smile and follow directions for each pose as he takes pictures with his professional camera, my dress is huge and flows and its poofy and ruffled in PINK and momentarily im distracted from my situation by just how magical it feels, eating in the slim bits of affection im granted with each compliment and soft eyes

the mom looks over the picture roll with him over which pictures should go up on the wall, or perhaps in a fancy display like the one behind her, showing a younger picture of herself before saddening, commenting on how (she says the wrong name, the pets name, the one thats clearly not mine) is so much more beautiful than her, how shes past her prime, and the mood sullies

i jump in, telling her how im not more beautiful, im just more magical! (fake peppy voice fake peppy voice please dont be unhappy) and she’d be just the same if she’d join me in being a fairy princess (i doodle long flowing fairy like golden eyebrows on her portrait with my scepter) and she laughs and smiles

and then i woke up

im conflicted on this dream cause i was really, really fucking freaked out when i woke up, i mean kidnapping, some forgotten pain just outside of my memory, the loneliness, just getting touched with no control over and over again, the powerlessness, the fear, and the strong need not for approval but just some sort of stability even if i have to play the game with the wrong far far too feminine name

#dream journal

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schrodingers-lawyer · 7 years ago

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I’m bored so I’m answering all of these

Hey look, actual "unique" questions

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed.

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Depends on how poor I am at the time - if I’m broke I do.

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? In.

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No.

5: Do you like to use post-it notes? No.

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I need to use coupons but I don’t.

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? Bees?

8: Do you have freckles? Just some across my nose.

9: Do you always smile for pictures? Nah boo.

10: What is your biggest pet peeve? Republicans.

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? If I’m anxious.

12: Have you ever peed in the woods? Yes.

13: What about pooped in the woods? Duh.

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? Not well.

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? Just pens.

16: How many people have you slept with this week? Zero. Offer me a crisp high-five.

17: What size is your bed? Queen.

18: What is your Song of the week?

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Clothes and colors do not have genders. Men and women and anyone else can wear whatever they want.

20: Do you still watch cartoons? Almost exclusively.

21: Whats your least favorite movie? Avatar

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? Under a body of water.

23: If you're a girl, bra size? If you're a guy, pants size? 38C

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Honey mustard or BBQ

25: What is your favorite food? Mac and cheese 4 life

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Iron-Jawed Angels, Christmas Vacation, The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, Bridget Jones, etc

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you? My soldier

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? I got kicked out of girl scouts

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? I mean if I had more body confidence? What I mean is, I don’t see anything morally wrong with that it’s just not really my bag

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? Two weeks ago. ALSO I’m looking for a new pen pal - please message if interested.

31: Can you change the oil on a car? No, BUT I’m determined to learn. My brother said he is going to teach me next time I’m home.

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Nope.

33: Ever ran out of gas? Yea but thankfully my dad was there

34: Favorite kind of sandwich? Anything vegetarian without sprouts.

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? Bagels

36: What is your usual bedtime? I’m like a hurricane - wild and inconsistent. There is no usual bedtime.

37: Are you lazy? Not lazy, just depressed. But if I fight through it I’m remarkably productive.

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? Oh I had the best Halloween’s as a kid! My parents were the shit and they always threw these great Halloween parties and my mom made all our costumes (me and my brothers). I was the pink power ranger, Joan Jett, the Statue of Liberty, etc. even then I had a crazy-strong admiration for strong, fierce women. Thank you mom.

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? Dog.

40: Are you horny? A L W A Y S

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Oprah, Allure, National Geographic

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? Legos

43: Are you stubborn? Beyond fucking belief

44: Who is better...Leno or Letterman? Both suck.

45: Ever watch soap operas? No.

46: Are you afraid of heights? Yes but I won’t let it stop me

47: Do you sing in the car? I refuse to enter a car without a verbal agreement that I will, in fact, be allowed to sing.

48: Do you sing in the shower? Yes.

49: Do you dance in the car? Yes.

50: Ever used a gun? Unfortunately yes.

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? I think I was a kid, except like the pictures for my brothers wedding in December 2016

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? I will gift you to the death over musicals they are fucking awesome

53: Is Christmas stressful? I don’t let it be - it’s supposed to be a magical holiday bish.

54: Ever eat a pierogi? YES THOSE SWEET LITTLE HEAVEN POCKETS AHHHHH OHMYGOD

55: Favorite type of fruit pie? Cherry or Apple

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Firefighter. President. Soldier. Professor. Lawyer.

57: Do you believe in ghosts? Fuck yes

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Yea I believe in that shit

59: Take a vitamin daily? No but guys I straight up N E E D to because I am a sickly little bear

60: Wear slippers? No

61: Wear a bath robe? No

62: What do you wear to bed? Whatever is clean. Honestly I usually sleep in clothes and sometimes I leave my shoes on? Like, I don’t realize I’m falling asleep until the Point Of No Return

63: First concert? Pat Benatar

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target. Who the fuck wrote this question? These are not on the same god damn level how dare you compare target to these stores target is the Pinnacle of Suburban Mom Culture.

65: Nike or Adidas? Both

66: Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuts

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? No

69: Ever take dance lessons? Yes!

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Something heroic. Have a thing for soldiers, firefighters, cops, and bikers

71: Can you curl your tongue? No

72: Ever won a spelling bee? Yes

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? When I got my dog and when my brother got married

74: Own any record albums? A ton

75: Own a record player? Yes

76: Regularly burn incense? No I hate smells

77: Ever been in love? I don’t know. I hope not.

78: Who would you like to see in concert? Fed Leppard, Hall and Oates, Duran Duran

79: What was the last concert you saw? Guns n Roses

80: Hot tea or cold tea? Hot

81: Tea or coffee? Coffee

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? Sugar

83: Can you swim well? Yes I was the captain of my high school swim team

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? I mean? Technically? anyone can?

85: Are you patient? I try to be

86: DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ

87: Ever won a contest? Yes I won Peter Frampton tickets once

88: Ever have plastic surgery? No

89: Which are better black or green olives? Both are horrible culinary disasters

90: Can you knit or crochet? Knit

91: Best room for a fireplace? Bedroom

92: Do you want to get married? If I love them enough

93: If married, how long have you been married? No

94: Who was your HS crush? Hmmm I think Nick Horton

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? No I’m an adult

96: Do you have kids? Fuck no

97: Do you want kids? Also fuck no

98: Whats your favorite color? Blue

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