#to be fair maxie did not do a lot of killing more a lot of getting killed

[lilyrizzy]

cw: angst, girl daniel, thoughts about miscariage, hint at disordered eating and heavy thoughts of feeling like your body is the enemy. this is quite heavy, so please don’t read if you think you won’t like that! (thank you @lajnias for endlessly talking with me about girl daniel <3)

The dress is a wrap style, the kind Daniel has a lot of for the summer. Short sleeves, short skirt, the v-neck she likes to wear to show off a little sometimes. It’s lilac, with bright orange flowers on top, the contrast colours in the pattern so bold, it hurts her eyes a little where she’s been staring for so long. Not touching.

“Like your party shirts,” Max says, excitedly, and she can feel how his eyes are trained on her the way they always are. Waiting for her to smile, to laugh giddy and full of love the way his surprise gifts always make her. Checking to see if she likes it.

She does.

It’s not the pattern or the sleeves that are stopping the usual happiness, the teasing thank you. It’s what the label reads.

Maternity – US Size 4.

Max’s fingertips find the fabric, a soft-looking silk that Daniel can’t make herself touch, as he traces one petal and says, nervously now, “do you not- I can get it changed, of course, but I saw it and I just thought that it is very you. That you will look very beautiful in it, like always.”

Daniel loves it and that’s the problem. She loves everything it should mean, and hates it too, the way it’s a reminder that she’s feeling things all wrong these days.  

“I told you, Max, no- No presents,” she says, finally looking up to see the stricken expression he’s wearing. His cheeks pink with embarrassment. Still, she makes herself finish, “It’s too soon.”

“For the baby,” he argues, stubborn as always, “you said no presents for the baby. This, of course, it is for you.” His jaw is sticking out, like he’s ready to fight over this, and Daniel thinks, awful, finally, because she’s getting sick of the soft, understanding glances every time she taints Max’s excitement a little more. A terrible part of her blames him, thinks that if he made her see she was being a cunt, she’d stop behaving like one. It’s not fair of her to think that every time he lets her fear feel justified, it grows another skin.

Then, eyes darting to the door because like always, he wants to flee instead of fight, he whispers, “I just thought it was lovely. That it would make you happy.”

It should. It should the way catching Max looking baby grows and badger shaped plushies online should. The way the positive pregnancy test did, for a little while at least, until the insurmountable terror settled in to stay.

The last two years of her life, of trying, and just one little plus on one plastic stick. The last two years of her career, there’d been just one win too, and she knew how that went. How it was the hope that killed you in the end.

“I just- Maxy, I don’t want you to be disappointed if- If it doesn’t stick,” she tries again, crude, like it’s spaghetti thrown at a wall, that might slide back down to the floor, undercooked.

Like it’s not his dream for their future pinned on the workings of a body that has never been her friend. Every morning she gets on her knees in front of the toilet, gives everything she has, and wonders how she is meant to trust herself so completely, the way he does. It feels like she is going through some kind of rejection, her belly protesting the new presence inside of it.

“So I am not allowed to get excited either?” Max says, that same petulance that always blinkers him to the ways she is being cruel to be kind.

“Of course you are,” she insists, because his hopeful optimism can blind her too, sometimes. “Just-“

I just don’t know when I’m going to feel safe enough to get excited about this with you.

She’d asked her mum on the phone, days ago, a less awful version of this question. She’d asked when she was going to stop being afraid.

“Never,” her mum had laughed, “if anything, it gets worse when they’re out of you, causing trouble all on their own.”

She means Daniel, of course, and her ‘dangerous’ career, her insistence that she would be the first female F1 driver. How her success in that regard gave her mother many sleepless nights.

A bitter part of Daniel had wanted to protest that nothing could be worse than this. That if they scraped their knee or broke their arm, or even crashed a car at 200 kilometres per hour, at least it wouldn’t be her fault. There’d be two of them, the both of them, Max and Daniel responsible for their safety then.

Now, it’s Daniel alone.

“Now, it is too early for dresses,” she settles on, knowing with every word she is letting him down in a different way than the one she is so afraid off. “Maybe- Show me again, next month when- I might have a bump then, yeah? I’ll need it, show it me when we know I’ll really need it.”

The words taste like lies; she can hardly believe that she will ever be big enough to fill it.  

[hwaksimpokemon]

give us your honest opinions on all of rainbow rocket, then. if you have time

Ooh, boy. Okay. Someone's going to show up at my house-

I do want to preface this by saying I don't agree with any of their actions relating to legendary pokémon. I'm talking about the person I interact with out of necessity at the meetings.

Maxie: Maxie's a bit... sharp around the edges. But he's not bad at all, really, once he trusts you a little bit. We've had our disagreements, sure. He really did not like me when we first met. We can talk, now. And it's nice.

Archie: Archie and I get along well! We have a similar outlook on a lot of things, especially on Giovanni's trapping methods. And he realizes now that his plans with Kyogre were a little... well, his intentions were good. Same as Maxie. The methods weren't. Archie is one of the few people at those meetings that does look out for me where he can, and I appreciate that.

Giovanni: Oh, Giovanni... I punched his lights out pretty recently. And it felt amazing. And I hated it. I hate being angry, I hate being violent when I don't need to be, but he just would not. Stop. Talking. And I needed him to shut up. I am so sick of the way he makes me feel, the way he makes me look to people around us- I hate that he makes me look stupid, makes me look weak. I despise the hold he has over me, and I hate that he won't tell me what he keeps me around more. ... I hate him.

Chairman Rose: Rose and I don't speak often. I barely even know what he does- he's not been at the meetings since I started attending, dealing with some 'personal issues' back in Galar. I really don't have a strong opinion either way on him.

Piers: I admire how he looks after N. I also admire his honesty. We don't talk much, but I think he's a good kid.

Ghetsis: I despise him. The way he treats both people and pokémon makes me sick. I healed his Hydreigon once after a battle, and it showed up at my house that night, that's how shit he is to it. He's a vile human being, and I don't know how Colress deals with him. He was almost nice to me once, when he made me a cup of tea, before promptly criticizing my husband for marrying a man. He also tried to kill my brother, and nearly killed me. Giovanni had to stop him.

N: Honestly, I don't really know what N is doing in our meetings. He's uncomfortable around Ghetsis, which is completely fair, and I don't think he even really wants to be there. I sit next to him. We have nice conversations. I gave him a fidget cube once when he was anxious, and he returned the favor at the next meeting. He's a good kid.

Colress: Colress is lovely. Redirecting his efforts to something beneficial now that he's not fully tied to Ghetsis is amazing, and he's genuinely just a lovely person. We've battled on occasion, and I've normally lost, but it's always a fun time. We play Scrabble together, and have a rule where you can spell words however you want. We are both dyslexic.

Lysandre: I have... mixed feelings on Lysandre. For reasons I can't really delve into. It would be unprofessional of me. I do want to say, though, that he never did anything to me directly. Of Rainbow Rocket, he is nowhere near the worst.

Lusamine: She was awful to her children, and I resent her for that. I'm also from Alola, and was visiting when she opened up the wormholes. She put my family in danger, and I resent that too. I know of nothing good she's ever done.

Cyrus: Cyrus is... complicated. One the one hand, he's friends with Kamiya (who I will get to, don't you fucking worry), but on the other, he's... decently pleasant when he visits. He comes over to my house every now and then, and we talk. I worry about him wandering the island so often. I hope he's alright.

Kamiya Sakoda: Where to fucking start with you, Kamiya? He helped me through my second divorce. Namely, he helped me realize the way my husband was treating me and my son. Let me stay at his house while I was figuring things out, and was generally helpful to me. Even set me up with my new husband. Then he got upset that my attention wasn't fully on him anymore. And he started being a dick. I had been hiding from my father, at the time- meeting with him and my brother occasionally, but not letting them know where I was staying. For my own safety. But they found out eventually, and dragged me out of my home to beat me. Twelve hours in, they called our family doctor (who just so happens to be Kamiya's fucking wife) so of course, he showed up. Carried me back to his house, insisted I stay for my own safety. Generally 'caring', when he wasn't hitting my injuries. Turns out, he was the one that told my father where I was. I was furious when I found out. Angry at him for doing such a thing, angry at myself for not seeing it coming- it was horrible. I'll never forgive him. For any of it.

Haruka: My ex-husband. The one Kamiya helped me get away from. I don't want to think about him.

Zero: Zero freaks me the fuck out. I'm sure that's probably his whole thing, but it works, and I don't like it. He's horrifying to look at, boring to talk to, and overall just not my cup of tea.

Lucio: Lucio is just plain unpleasant. He thinks he's better than he is, and it shows pathetically. His business is shady at best, and at worst, plain predatory. He also has an annoying habit of hurting people that work for me.

[ribbonbonny]

seeing spe archie and maxie content is always such a trip. like its always good content but also spe archie and maxie are . i mean they are something else

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: i hit 200 followers!! as celebration, i put out a list of 40 prompts and you can send me an ask with up to three and i will write a one-shot including them! i have already received one request and i’m already in the process of writing it but i would love to write more!

Masterlist

Chapter 23

You inhaled sharply as you sat up in the hospital bed. Spencer looked at you, concerned.

“The doctor gave you the option to stay here for one more night. Are you sure you want to be discharged today?” Spencer asked.

“I need to go home. It’s so boring here. I’ll heal quicker at home, I promise,” you whined.

“Scientifically, that’s not possible but fine. Don’t think for a second that I’m going against the doctor’s orders though. Bed rest for a week,” Spencer brushed the stray hairs off your face and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You’re no fun,” you pouted as he helped you into the wheelchair.

“I think Jo and Penelope have a little surprise for you waiting at home that will cheer you up,” Spencer smiled.

-

Spencer insisted on carrying you bridal-style through the front door because you couldn’t walk up the steps.

“We’re not officially married yet,” you teased.

“Oh hush, I’d keep you in my arms forever if I could,” he pulled you closer to his chest.

You snuggled into his cardigan that smelled like an old bookstore, “I guess I wouldn’t mind that either.”

Spencer slowly put you down and opened the door to your bedroom. Technically, it was you and Spencer’s shared bedroom now because he hardly ever used his bedroom now other than as storage for his things. Most of his clothes had already migrated to your closet and one of your bedside tables now had piles of books, a journal with chicken scratch, and his reading glasses atop it.

Inside, you saw Jo and Penelope holding heart balloons that said “Get Well Soon!” and a big teddy bear.

“Awww, thank you, my lovelies,” you smiled.

“I brought the mini fridge from my office so you are fully stocked with waters, juice, ice cream, fruit, whatever your little heart desires,” Penelope chirped.

“Thank you, Pen. You didn’t have to do that. I feel bad now. Where are you going to put your lunch?”

“Nonsense, my dear! There’s a fridge in the break room I can use. Don’t worry about me,” she assured you.

“And I made you drawings, Mommy,” Jo gestured to the walls of the room covered in colorful crayon sketches of animals, dinosaurs, trees, and people.

“Oh my god, these are so gorgeous, Jo! They are definitely going to help me get better, thank you.”

Jo hopped up on the bed to give you a hug.

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” she said as you planted a kiss on her head.

“Alright, I’m going to head out. Let me know if there’s anything I or anyone else at the BAU can do, literally anything, you just name it,” Penelope stated.

“Bye, Pen. Thank you so much,” you waved.

“Do you want soup? Spring rolls? Tea? What can I do for you, love?” Spencer eagerly asked.

“Could you please see if we have the ingredients for a cake for a special little 7 year-old?” you grinned.

“One cake, coming right up,” Spencer nodded, “Jo, do you want to help or stay with Mommy?”

“Stay with Mommy,” Jo grabbed the TV remote and curled into your side.

“Can you handle it?” you asked hesitantly, knowing baking wasn’t really Spencer’s forte.

“I will try my best,” he smiled, “And if not, I will go to the store.”

-

An hour later, Spencer opened the bedroom door, holding a chocolate cake with purple candles. He looked absolutely adorable, he was wearing your sunflower apron and he had flour residue on his nose.

“As promised,” he smiled, setting the cake down.

Jo was practically drooling as the cake was set in front of her.

“Hold on, I need to get plates and forks!” Spencer rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

“You better hurry. Jo looks like she is ready to just start eating it with her hands,” you laughed.

-

A week later, you woke up super early and jumped out of bed, dancing around a little in Spencer’s sweater, your PJ shorts, and fuzzy socks.

“Bed rest is over!” you cheered quietly to yourself, going downstairs to make banana bread.

Spencer came down fifteen minutes later as you were dancing around the kitchen to your music and whisking the batter.

“Bed rest is over,” you beamed as he came up behind you, tucking his chin into your neck and squeezing you softly, leaving a kiss as he pulled away.

“I love you,” he grinned.

“And I love you too...Spence, I was thinking…” you turned to face him after you put the pan in the oven.

“About what?” he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter with his mug of coffee.

“I don’t want to wait any longer. Can we please get married already?” you asked.

“Like now now?” he smiled softly.

“Like as soon as we can but still having a small ceremony so our friends and family don’t kill us for eloping,” you placed your hands on his chest.

“JJ and Will had their wedding in Rossi’s backyard,” Spencer suggested.

“Penelope did say if we needed anything, just ask,” you grinned.

Spencer already had his phone out of his pocket before you could say anything else. He dialed Rossi and put it on speaker.

“Reid, to what do I owe this pleasure on a lovely Tuesday morning,” Rossi spoke through the phone.

“Hey, Rossi. Y/N and I kind of have a big favor to ask,” Spencer began.

“Name it.”

-

Everything was a whirlwind after that. You decided Saturday evening would be best for the wedding so you and Spencer had exactly five days to coordinate your wedding.

Luckily, the team took care of most of the planning like the caterer and the set-up of Rossi’s backyard but you and Spencer’s opinions were still needed for everything from which flowers you wanted in your bouquet to what flavor of cake.

You and Spencer sat in bed one night criss-cross across from each other and you each had a little journal and pen in your hand. You both wrote your vows over the next hour. Spencer would occasionally look up at you, stare for a minute, silently smiling, and then continue jotting something down.

Spencer pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and leaned over your journal.

“No peeking!” you rolled on your back, flailing your legs so he couldn’t get to your journal.

“Ugh fine, I surrender,” he laughed, grabbing on to your legs to stop your movements, “I guess I can wait 3 more days.”

He leaned down to kiss you.

“3 more days,” you repeated with a dreamy smile.

-

You and Jo met the BAU ladies at a boutique to get dresses for everyone. You had decided on a dusty blue for the bridesmaid dress color but you let them choose which style they wanted so everyone was matching but still got to decide which dress they liked best.

Jo was essentially given free rein in the children’s section of the store and chose a pale pink dress with a bow on the back that would serve as her flower girl dress.

After all that was settled, everyone gathered on the couch near the fitting room to watch you try on dresses, you had been saying from the start that you just wanted something simple. All the options in the store were overwhelming to you but the girls insisted you at least try on a little of everything to get a feel for it.

You came out in a huge poofy wedding dress courtesy of Penelope.

Jo burst out in giggles, “Mommy looks like a cupcake.”

“I think anything overly poofy is ruled out. I want to be able to pee without the help of 3 bridesmaids,” you walked back into the fitting room.

Next was a gown with lots of detailed beading and lace and a long train.

“I think it’s too much,” you sighed, “Plus, I don’t want to trip on this train while walking down the aisle,” you returned to the stall.

You walked out of the dressing room once more and everyone gasped.

“Oh my god,” Penelope was fanning her face to dry the fast-forming tears.

“Y/N, I don’t want to speak for you but I think this is the one,” JJ smiled.

The dress you were wearing was a white satin gown. It was a maxi dress with spaghetti straps and it hugged your hips but was loose around your legs so it was still comfortable.

“It’s perfect,” you smiled softly, looking in the mirror.

Jo hopped off of Emily’s lap and joined you on the little stage, still in her flower girl dress, doing a little twirl. You started to cry from all the happiness and pent-up excitement you were feeling.

-

“Hey, how’d it go?” Spencer asked when you got home.

You rounded the corner to the couch where he was laying.

“That good?” he asked.

“What?” you furrowed your brow, looking at him in confusion because you hadn’t said anything yet.

“You have remnants of mascara on your cheeks indicating that you were crying and that means you must have found the perfect dress because Jo is over there grinning like a fool,” Spencer smiled.

“You know you’re a retired profiler, right?” you teased.

“Mommy looked so pretty, Daddy! You wouldn’t even believe it!” Jo exclaimed.

“Oh, I believe it, Princess,” Spencer lifted Jo up on to his lap, “I know it’s against the rules for me to see Mommy’s dress but can you do a fashion show for me with yours?”

Jo nodded enthusiastically, running up to her room with the bag in her hand.

“Ready!” she called out a few minutes later.

“Now introducing your royal highness, Princess Josephine Y/L/N-Reid,” Spencer announced as Jo walked down the stairs, doing a fancy royal wave.

A/N: i absolutely can not wait to write the wedding chapter

[ribbononline]

Uuuuuu have PDA doodles so i can make a hc post for admin au!! Mostly for Maxie and Archie, but all admins are there as well 

(for a full writeup of how the games play out in their respective AUs, check out this post!)

ok ! so like stated in earlier post the basic gist is that rather then splitting up back in their rocket days one convinced the other to join their team! So in Sapphire, Maxie joined team aqua as admin, and in Ruby archie joined team magma as admin! Depending on which team they’re both on, the other team just does not exist in that version of the AU 

They’re still dating and together and (mostly) happy! Archie being with magma helped Maxie never really succumb to stress so he’s a lot more relaxed. Maxie in aqua mainly helped streamline and organise things a lot so they move a bit faster! 

While they are happier in the sense that they’re still together and didn’t have to deal with that hell of a breakup, neither admin truly believes in the goals of their teams, making it a little…  For Ruby; Archie doesn’t truly believe deep down Magma will be able to help everyone and is afraid it’ll harm ocean pokemon, but he knows Maxie is doing his best to cancel out any negatives and thus decided to put his faith in him and follow him anyhow. (Quite frankly, depression shines trough when he thinks about what their plans would do in the long term considering he still is not super fond of humanity as a whole- so he tries just to…. not think about it)

for Sapphire; Maxie is very convinced Kyogre is just going to flood everything and everyone and brought it up a lot with Archie at the start. Archie never flat up stated his plans are in fact to bring an end to humanity as a whole, but Maxie has his suspicions considering Archie kept dismissing all the concerns he kept bringing up- and eventually started to realise that either he was going to join Aqua working towards a restart of the world, or lose the one good thing he had going for him after Rocket in his relationship with Archie. He decided to be selfish and stuck around with Archie, though guilt is real and it is killing

teams;

Magma admin Archie;

-Sharpedo

-Gabite

-Gastrodon (East)

-Nidoking

-Crobat

-Mightyena

Aqua admin Maxie;

-Numel

-Dragalge

-Crobat

-Mightyena

-Whiscash

-Relicanth

now for a random big ass hc list in no order at all (Putting ‘S:’ at the front if they’re specific to Sapphire version of the AU, ‘R:’ if they’re specific to the Ruby version) 

-S: Because he got Numel as a child, Maxie still has it even in the Sapphire version of the AU. However due to being surrounded by water and water types only, it never battles. It’s mostly just there for cuddles and to be spoiled. 

-S: Because Maxie lets him wander the Aqua base, the grunts see Numel as almost kind of a mascot for their team. Everyone spoils it. Everyone. It started becoming kind of a problem, because it got a little overweight. Now there are multiple posters troughout the base warning people to  ‚Not feed the Numel, no matter how cute it looks at you.’ 

-S: “Max ya can’t teach every single water Pokémon on your team Scald” “Sounds like the words of a coward too afraid to teach every single water Pokémon on his team Scald” 

-R: Archie dabbed once instead of doing the proper magma salute as a joke. Now half of the grunts won’t stop doing it and Maxie is in pain. 

-In both versions of the AU, the original proposed plan was to be co-leaders. Archie denied the position in Ruby because “C’mon Max, it’s yer dream, I’m just here to help” and Maxie denied the position in Sapphire because he did not feel comfortable being called leader of a team he fears is going to only bring destruction. He’s honestly not even entirely comfortable with the admin label, but Archie insisted. 

-S: When May first showed up, Maxie didn’t believe she could actually stop Archie- he just thought she’s delay things. At that point the stress of knowing he was working towards genocide was getting too him pretty badly, and the idea of the end of the world seemed pretty relaxing if it meant never having to worry about any of it again. So seeing a child that wouldn’t actually be able to make a difference but could potentially delay things and drag it out even longer— he went as hard as he could trying to stop her. When she did in fact defeat Kyogre at the end of the day, she got some formal apologies and a lot of thank you’s.

-R: When May proved herself capable of holding her own, Archie started dropping hints to their plans so she could keep up with them. He didn’t actively want her to sabotage the operation- didn’t feel like that’d be fair of him to Maxie-, but in case his worst fears were to come true and Maxie wouldn’t be able to control Groudon, he’d rather have her as backup there. In the end he was very glad he did that. 

-R: Archie is still in contact with Shelly, who’s still working at Devon here. She doesn’t really approve of team Magma, but Archie keeps telling her it’ll be fine, so she supposes he knows best and let’s it be. 

-R: Archie still ends up saving and befriending Matt, but never lets him join the team, figuring it wouldn’t be the best place for Matt. Instead he introduces him to Shelly and helps him become a lifeguard. 

-R: After the Groudon incident, Magma disbands. Archie ends up joining a wild Pokémon rescue service, specializing in water Pokémon. Maxie ends up working as a geologist. (Both under strict government watch after the Groudon stunt, but they’re doing their best!)

-R: Deciding Tabitha and Courtney could use some help making friends post Groudon incident, Archie ends up convincing Shelly and Matt to hang out together with them a couple of times. Matt was into the idea from the start, Shelly got more interested once she started talking to Courtney and got along with her. 

(Eventually Maxie meets Matt and Shelly too because of the hangout sessions!)

-S: Tabitha still works at Devon, and Courtney works in a flower shop while studying for a major in geology on the side. She’s not super fond of her job, but this one cute Aqua admin girl keeps dropping by, so she figures she’ll stick around. Maxie never meets them until after the Kyogre incident. 

-S: Shelly and Courtney met accidentally at Courtney’s job early on in and now talk a lot. Shelly was planning on asking Courtney out after Aqua awakened Kyogre, but once that goes wrong she feels too guilty. Instead Courtney suddenly shows up at the (now ex-) Aqua base to ask her out instead. 

-S: Matt ends up becoming a lifeguard after Aqua disbands and Shelly ends up going back to Devon. She meets Tabitha there again and one day when Matt comes pick her up from work they meet as well. One weird conversion and a lot of misunderstandings later, Tabitha accidentally ends up agreeing to come work out with Matt in the gym every week. 

-S: Eventually Maxie, Tabitha and Courtney all end up meeting trough Shelly and Matt and befriend eachother fairly fast due to mutual interests in Rocks™ 

-R: “Gabite is a Sharpedo with legs. Discuss.” “Archie please,”

-S: Maxie’s shirt is actually one of Archie’s shirts. Archie offered to get him one that fit him better, but Maxie liked this better. 

-S: Maxie hates any and all field work missions with the team because usually that means water everywhere and the lenses of his glasses being smeared with it 99% of the time. 

-S: Maxie still can’t swim. His one way of getting around in water is hanging onto his pokemon and hoping for the best. Only Archie knows. 

[hexaeus]

DIALOGUE    TO    OR    ABOUT    DEMPSEY. 

EDWARD    RICHTOFEN    :    ...    the    new    american    test    subject    is    interesting    and    muscle    -    y.    his    intellect    seems    low,    but    his    will    is    strong.    like    the    others,    he    doesn't    seem    to    know    who    he    is    anymore.   unlike    the    others,    he    keeps    breaking    the    restraints    and    yelling    at    me.    

SHI    NO    NUMA    :    tank    dempsey    :    american    hero.    hand    him    a    loaded    weapon,    a    good    woman,    and    something    to    shoot    at    and    he    is    happy.    enrage    him    and    he    will    rip    your    guts    out    and    use    them    as    a    bandolier.    dempsey    was    selected    for    this    mission    after    he    showed    his    true    grit    during    the    battle    of    peleliu.    remarkable    though    it    may    seem,    his    unit    was    captured    during    the    early    raids    before    the    main    invasion,    and    he    spent   two    weeks    in    a    rat    infested    bamboo    cage    submerged    in    malarial    water.    well,    that    did    not    stop    the    tank.    after    he    gnawed    his    way    through    the    cage,    he    then    gnawed    his    way    through    his    captors    armed    only    with    a    bobby    pin    and    his    medal    of    honor    which    he    keeps    secreted    in    various    body    cavities.    now    you    know    there    is    no    before    the    war    for    dempsey,    and    there    is    no    after.    there    is    only    the    legend    of    tank    dempsey,    and    how    he    will    win    the    war    for    the    rest    of    us.

CORNELIUS    PERNELL    :    broken    arrow    !    dream    of    mine    for    many    years.    when    i    joined    the    company,    do    you    know    what    i    did    ?    when    i    cut    my    teeth    on    ?    i    sent    men    to    their    deaths.    i    was    a    handler.    first    for    the    oss    and    cia.    oversaw    ops    and    i    sent    in    men    to    die.    i    was    a    bow,    they    were    my    arrows.    smokey,    john    '    banana    ‘,    peter    mccain,    ‘    tank    ‘    dempsey.    the    list    goes    on    ...    and    on    ...    so    many    men    lost.  

SAMANTHA    MAXIS    :    oh    ...    oh,    dempsey.    another    big,    tough    man    without    a    brain.    always    a    good    soldier,    always    the    american    savage    !    und    always    so    gleefully    killing    mein    puppets    !    who    are    you    always    talking    to    ?    i    hear    you    doing    it,    even    when    the    others    aren't    around.    you    are    like    a    talking    doll,    speaking    to    people    who    aren't    there    !    maybe    teddy    DID    break    you    !    oh,    but    you    can    stop    him.    it    could    be    SO    easy.    just    pull    the    trigger    and    POP    !    no    more    teddy.    but    if    you    just    won't,    do    you    want    to    stop    fighting    ?    do    you    want    to    go    home    ?    do    you    want    your    memories    back    ?    the    ones    he    took    from    you    ?    kill    him    for    me,    und    i    will    give    you    EVERYTHING    !

EDWARD    RICHTOFEN    :    i’ve    always    disliked    dempsey.    he’s    just    a    meathead.    nothing    changed    no    matter    how    often    we    did    it.    

CORNELIUS    PERNELL    :    earlier    today    while    doctor    schuster    was    performing    test    number    eleven,    we    had    an    unexpected    arrival    through    the    teleporter.    we've    been    unable    to    verify    what    year    they    came    from,    our    struggle    with    temporal    anomalies    during    teleportation    is    well    documented.    but    we    are    certain    of    where    they    came    from,    the    moon.    this    event    alone    is    baffling    enough    and    is    without    explanation.    but    it    becomes    downright    absurd    when    you    take    into    account    that    i    know    two    of    the    four    individuals.    corporal    ‘    tank    ‘    dempsey    of    the    united    states    marine    corps    who    i    knew    personally    and    was    declared    kia    after    a    failed    rescue    op    to    recover    peter    mccain    and    dr.    edward    richtofen    from    group    935    who    went    missing    weeks    after    we    formalised    the    agreement    to    initiate    operation    stapler.    i    didn't    recognise    the    other    two,    but    they    and    corporal    dempsey    were    in    a    delusional    near    catatonic    state.    medical    evaluation    shows    they've    suffered    from    excessive    element    115    exposure    and    quoting    our    medic    i'm    not    even    sure    how    they're    still    alive.  

SAMANTHA    MAXIS    :    tank    dempsey    :    the    solider    who    knows    no    fear.    heart    that    yearns    for    battle.    i    see    all    that    has    been,    all    that    will    be.    free    me    from    agartha    and    i    will    share    the    secrets    of    the    hidden    world.

SAMANTHA    MAXIS    :    dark    days    are    coming,    dempsey.    the    doctor's    works    threaten    the    future    of    the    whole    world.    only    you    have    the    power    to    prevent    this.

DER    EISENDRACHE    :    corporal    tank    dempsey    :    american    hero.    originally    assigned    to    intercept    dr.    edward    richtofen    in    northern    france,    dempsey    now    fights    alongside    nikolai,    takeo    and    richtofen    as    they    attempt    to    put    an    end    to    the    enemy    war    machine    once    and    for    all.    though    he's    seen    more    than    his    fair    share    of    bloodshed,    nothing    could    have    prepared    him    for    the    events    of    der    eisendrache    …

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    okay.    nikolai,    dempsey,    takeo.    i’m    only    talking    to    you    right    now.    richtofen,    he    can’t    hear    me    right    now.    so,    he’s    probably    off    doing    his    own    thing    right    now.    no    change    there,    i    suppose.    the    good    news    is    :    you’re    nearly    done.    it’ll    soon    be    time    to    come    to    the    house.    but-    this    plan,    this    big    plan,    a    lot    of    it’s    been    riding    on    richtofen.    before    he    caught    up    with    you    guys,    he    spent    years    travelling,    searching    out    just    the    right    versions    of    you.    the    ones    who    held    the    keys    to    closing    off    other    dimensions.    i    think    you    know    by    now    exactly    what    that    entails.    point    is,    he’s    kind    of    superfluous    to    requirements    these    days.    he’s    been    in    the    house    for    ages,    but    DON’T    tell    him.    anyway,    it’ll    all    make    sense    when    you    get    here,    you’ll    see.    honestly,    it’s    going    to    be    fine.    

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    the    good    soldier.    never    disobeyed    orders,    never    broke    protocol,    still    kicked    ass    all    the    same.    

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    alright    tank,    i’m    going    to    need    you    to    trust    me.    you’ve    done    really,    really    well    so    far    but    i    honestly    think    it’s    going    to    be    easier    if    i    just    talk    you    through    some    things.    now    let’s    be    honest    :    you    don’t    really    know    who    you    are,    do    you    ?    you’ve    been    bouncing    around    time    and    space    for    years,    yelling    all    sorts    of    obscenities.    by    the    way,    your    language    is    fucking    disgraceful    sometimes,    you    should    wash    your    mouth    out    with    soap.    anyway,    we’ll    talk    again    soon    and    i’ll    explain    everything.    

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    right,    uh,    where    were    we,    tank    ?    more    to    the    point,    where    are    you    ?    are    you    up    to    speed    ?    do    you    know    exactly    what    you’re    doing    ?    or    are    the    115    delusions    so    bad    that    you’re    still    calling    in    field    reports    ?    even    though    NO    ONE    IS    LISTENING    !    sorry,    sorry,    that’s    unfair.    i    was    listening.    i    heard    every    word    you    said.    oh,    you’re    a    good    soldier,    you    always    were.    so,    richtofen.    i’m    kind    of    surprised    you’ve    gone    along    with    him    this    far,    didn’t    you    absolutely    despise    him    at    one    point    ?    anyway,    keep    a    close    eye    on    him.    i    think    he’s    up    to    something.    

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    so,    besides    the    changes    to    your    own    outlook,    have    you    noticed    a    change    in    richtofen,    dempsey    ?    well,    not    trying    to    stir    things    up,    but.    does    it    seem    to    you    like    the    two    of    them    are    SCHEMING    between    themselves    ?    

SHADOWMAN    :    tank    dempsey.    do    you    even    have    a    first    name    ?    you    know    so    little    about    yourself.    you    used    to    talk    to    imaginary    voices    all    the    time    !    forces    you    ...    thought    ...    controlled    your    destiny.    or    have    you    forgotten    that    ?    of    course    you    have.

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    tank    dempsey    once    bet    fifty    dollars    that    he    could    eat    fifty    hard    boiled    eggs    in    fifteen    minutes.    (    ...    )        the    only    time    tank    dempsey    ever    feared    for    his    life    was    fifteen    minutes    after    taking    an    ill    -    advised    bet.

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    it’s    rumoured    that    tank    dempsey’s    REAL    name    is    thomas.    yeah,    not    true.    it’s    ringo.    ah,    only    joking    !    ...    or    am    i    ?

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    tank    dempsey    holds    the    all    -    time    record    for    one    -    armed    pushups.    even    in    the    universe    where    everyone    only    had    one    !

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    on    over    eighteen    million    occasions,    dempsey    gave    his    life    for    the    sake    of    his    team    !    he’s    a    bona    fide    american    hero.    

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    tank    dempsey    once    caught    his    testicles    in    the    springs    of    a    bedframe.    and    he    lived    to    tell    the    tale    !    so    remember,    kids    :    keep    your    mattresses    tight    !

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    tank    dempsey    can    throw    a    grenade    further    -----------    farther    ----------    than    the    greatest    professional    baseball    players.    he    attributes    his    skill    to    his    solitary    arm    training    regime.    

DOCTOR    MONTY    :    hey,    here’s    something    i    just    noticed.    all    of    you    died    pretty    much    as    you    lived    !    dempsey,    bravely    following    orders,    takeo    accepted    his    fate    with    honour,    nikolai    battled    his    own    demons.    it’s    funny,    isn’t    it    ?    richtofen    is    the    only    one    that    really    didn’t    see    it    coming    !    i’m    quite    PLEASED    with    that.    

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doin’ some dialogue practices for creative writing class! i had to write dialogue based off of images n stuff :^)

. one . > picture > characters: max | teeny

The clouds swirled overhead, forming obscure and vague shapes that somehow Teeny managed to pick things out of.

“Look!” she crowed, pointing her finger at a nondescript blob of clouds that looked more like a lump to Max than anything. “Issa turtle.” Max wrinkled his nose as he squinted up at the clouds.

“It does not look like a turtle,” he said flatly, putting a hand up to his face to shield his eyes from the sun.

Teeny snorted, turning on her side to flick Max on the cheek. The freckles dotted across her nose had gotten darker from all the time she’d spent in the sun lately. “You’re jus’ uncreative! What does it look like to you?”

The corners of Max’s mouth turned down. It literally looked like nothing. It was a smear of white across the sky. “Um…” he started, feeling Teeny’s big eyes stare at him from the side. “I don’t know? Maybe a…” He peered at the sky a little more, trying to see something. The clouds writhed in the sky above them. “A g… ghost?”

Teeny snorted again, louder this time, and it dissolved into laughter as she flopped back onto her back. Max made a face, trying to keep from laughing himself. “You suck at this, Maxie,” she teased lightly before staring off into the sky for another long moment.

It was quiet when Max sat up after a minute or so. He could feel the grass stains seeping into the backs of his pant legs. There was a rumble in the distance.

“It’s planting season, isn’t it?” he asked idly, plucking grass from the ground and twisting it between his fingers. He looked back to see Teeny fold her arms behind her head. Her eyes were closed, inky black lashes fanned across her cheeks.

“Sure is, cuz,” she replied. “Daddy’s probably runnin’ the tractor over the hill.”

“Soybeans this year?” Teeny opened one eye to gaze at him.

“Nope! Corn this time. We did soybeans last year.” There was a silence. “Remember when you ran through that soybean field by the pig pen and stepped on the hornet’s nest?”

Max grimaced. “You laughed at me for, like, two hours. That hurt so bad. I couldn’t walk for a week.” Teeny grinned at him full force and it was almost blinding.

“You city slickers know nothin’ ‘bout the stuff that creeps around in those fields. You’re lucky you didn’t get bit by a cobra or somethin’.” Max gaped at her.

“There aren’t any cobras in the middle of Ohio, TT.”

There was a mischievous glint in Teeny’s eyes. “You don’t know that.”

. two . > picture > characters: boomer | oliver

The office desk shook violently when a pair of hands slammed down onto it, making Boomer’s pen skid to the side of the form he was filling out. Ophelia was going to kill him. She was always so adamant about having all the museum’s human resources paperwork filled out so very neatly. His brow crumpled with annoyance, looking up to probably frown deeply at whoever had made him do this, only to see a flushed faced Oliver looking down at him.

“Is it true?” was all he said, his voice stretched thin and layered with something that sounded like anger. Disappointment? Betrayal? Boomer couldn’t tell. He set down his pen, carefully, quietly.

“Is… is what true?” Oliver leaned back, green eyes ablaze. They looked watery.

“About you,” he bit out, forcing the words out of his mouth like they were foul.

Boomer cast him a bemused look. “About me?” The fact that Boomer had simply repeated Oliver seemed to bother him more. He crossed his arms stiffly across his chest.

“Yes. About you. And Valentina.”

Oh.

Boomer didn’t know how to answer this, his mouth working uselessly. He’d like to say that he’d forgotten about Oliver and Valentina and their very, very complicated history, and he’d like to say that he had thought about that before he’d kissed Valentina over the summer (he’d kissed her many, many times. But to be fair, she always kissed him first), and he’d like to say that he’d felt bad-- guilty even-- throughout all of this, but he didn’t. He really didn’t.

“I thought you and Ross were together,” he said lamely, biting his lip.

“We are,” Oliver snapped, exasperated. “But you? And Lenn-- Valentina? Are you kidding me? Are you f… are you serious?”

“You… you guys broke up in freshman year.” Oliver smacked the table again. The tin of pens on the corner of the table rattled.

“That doesn’t matter!” he retorted, even though it mattered a lot. He’d started dating Ross three months after Valentina broke up with him. It shouldn’t matter anymore. “You know how much she meant to me. You were there when things ended.”

“Oliver, just because I’m your roommate doesn’t mean that I--”

“You were,” Oliver interrupted suddenly, voice flat and brimming with something terrifying. Boomer had the urge to stand up. It was unnerving to be looked down on by Oliver.

“... What?” It came out as almost a whisper.

“You heard me.”

A hot flush came rising up Boomer’s neck and flooded into his cheeks. He sputtered, “B… but-- You already submitted your roommate request. We’ve been roommates for two years, you can’t just--”

“I already did.” Oliver’s voice wavered, and Boomer realized that his friend’s eyes had brimmed with tears. They threatened to spill as Oliver reached into his back pocket and thwacked a folded piece of paper down onto the table. “I apparently can’t trust you to not stab me in the back, so I told housing I’m living off campus.”

“Oliver--” Boomer’s eyes flicked to the paper. It was folded so sloppily that he could see the bold heading of the page peeking through one of the flaps. Notice of resignation, it read. All the breath was abruptly sucked from Boomer’s lungs. Oliver turned on his heel, began to walk towards the door.

“Don’t you ever talk to me again, Boomer,” Oliver went on over his shoulder, his voice shaking so badly that it would be impossible to believe that he wasn’t crying. Boomer watched Oliver’s back, watched him reach up and viciously wipe tears from his cheeks. “I hope you and Lenny last longer than she did with me.”

He was out the door in a second, his footsteps only a faint echo down the hall. Boomer wanted to call out to him, wanted to call him back, but he couldn’t find the words.

. three . > picture > characters: rosiane | james There was a loud crash from the living room, one that sounded like shattered glass and toppled chairs. The sound reverberated throughout the house, traveling up the stairs to Rosiane’s bedroom. Her pencil halted in the middle of her sentence as she looked up from her homework. A momentary silence passed and it made Rosiane uneasy, so she pushed back from her desk and clicked off her lamp. 

“James?” she called, shoving her feet into her slippers as she left her room and began to pad down the stairs. “Are you okay?” There was no response. She opened her mouth to say her brother’s name again, turning the corner that led from the hallway to the mouth of the living room to see the disaster in there.

“James??” Rosiane shrilled, rushing into the living room and to her brother. He was sitting in what had been the rounded coffee table, the glass surface all fragmented into a thousand pieces and the wooden base splintered under his weight. He was sitting there with a stunned sort of stupefied look on his face, bloodied scratches from the glass on his bare arms. He turned to look at her, big green eyes overflowing with tears.

“Rosie… Rosie, I broke the table,” he sniffled, the words coming out slow. Rosiane let out a sob mixed with a laugh, trying to navigate her way to him without getting glass stuck in her slippers.

“Oh, James, what on earth did you do?” There was another moment of James simply just sitting there looking lost, tears still running down his ruddy cheeks.

“I was trying to use my quirk,” he answered, looking down at his hands, his palms up and open on his thighs. A crushing sympathy tore through Rosiane’s chest, and she carefully lowered herself down next to James, glass crunching under her feet.

“Jameski…”James curled his fingers tightly into his palms, squeezing his eyes shut as he did so. More tears spilled down his face. “I wanna be… I wanna be like you, Rosie,” he mumbled, his chin quivering. His dark hair fell over his eyes and Rosiane reached out to tuck some behind his ear. “I tried to do it like you told me, to concentrate on the object, to… to reach out to it, and-- and it would...” He sighed heavily, shakily, shoulders hunching up to his ears.

“What were you trying to move?” Rosiane asked softly, ungracefully plonking her butt to the floor to release the strain on her legs. Glass painfully poked into her pajama pants and she met this fact with a wince. James curled into her like he was trying to hide.

“The picture frame by the TV.” Rosiane looked over at the television across from them, knowing exactly the picture James was talking about. It was a photo that her dad had taken the day they’d moved to their new house in Musutafu after leaving Kensington. James was just a baby, held in her mother’s arms, and Rosiane had been a skinny girl of nine. Her two front teeth had been missing.

The picture hadn’t moved from the spot that it had always been, perched on the TV stand like it had been for the past seven years. Rosiane assumed that James had climbed onto the coffee table for a better angle and it had given out on him.

“Jameski, you know these things take time,” she murmured, rubbing her hand up and down her brother’s back gingerly. She thought that she could feel glass in the back of his shirt. Her brother was beginning to cry into her shirt, big, heaving sobs that soaked the fabric through in moments.

“R-Rosie, I c-can’t do it,” he said through his tears, hands gripping her shirt in fistfuls. “I can’t, it’s s-so hard.”

“Shh… don’t rush it. It’s okay, Jameski, it’s gonna be fine.” A minute stretched into what felt like an eternity, the only noises being the clock ticking away on the wall and James’ blubbering into her shirt. It took a long while for James to calm down and stop crying, a while until James peeled his face away from Rosiane’s shirt and instead pressed his wet cheek to her chest like he was trying to hear her heartbeat.

“My q-quirk’s weak, isn’t it,” he hiccupped quietly. Rosiane gasped without meaning to, her eyebrows knitting together.“Oh, my God, no, it’s not! I never want to hear you say that again.” She paused before continuing, “My quirk was slow in manifesting too, did you know that?” James peered up at her with his puffy eyes, her shirt crumpling under his cheek. “Yup. I was so frustrated with it that I gave up on trying to summon golems for almost an entire year. It was like my quirk hadn’t even manifested at all.

“But I had to be patient. Not only with my quirk, but with myself. It’s exhausting to be angry at yourself about your quirk and it not being insanely strong right away. I had to learn to take my time, to pace myself, and not push myself too much before I started to see any real progress at all.” She smiled a little down at James, a long, straight lock of hair falling down her shoulder. “And you know what? I remember my first tiny little golem-- one made of air. I’d summoned it while sitting at the kitchen table back in Kensington and it was incredible. Definitely worth waiting for. Definitely worth trying for.” She gave James a little shake, her arm tucked firmly around his back. “So don’t you ever say your quirk is weak. I know you’re gonna be so frickin’ strong someday, Jameski. You’re gonna be stronger than me. It’s gonna be awesome.”

“You think so?” James squeaked. Rosiane smiled big this time, using her thumb to brush the nearly-dried tears from James’ cheeks.

“I know so.”

[sargentsnowy-blog]

I TOLD MY dksododwifeejdksodoz THAT I WAS GOING TO SLEEP AND I INSTEAD THOUGHT OF A FIC—

...

It had never come to mind that this would actually happen. Max knew he was crushing on Nikki for a while. And he knew she was crushing on a a certain magic boy named Harrison.

But never in a million years did Max think that in his junior year of highschool, Harrison would walk up to his locker and say the words he dreaded.

"Dude...I know how you feel about her...but I like Nikki. For a while now, actually...and I didn't want to tell you."

Max's eyes widen as he closes his locker. "...oh." He takes a small deep breath, clutching the textbooks he just retrieved out his locker. "Why are you telling me now, then?"

"I wanted you to know I was going to ask her today." The hatted teenager shifted his weight from foot to foot.

Ask her. Why did Max immediately know what he meant? He didn't care at the moment he just knew what he meant.

If that was the case, then he had to ask her first. But then a reminder hit him in the head.

Nikki liked Harrison. It repeated until it was finally drilled into his mind.

"Why would you want me to know that?" Max sounded slightly strained, his arms resisting the urge to try and punch him.

"She's you're friend."

He winces softly at the word.

"And you seem to want to kill anyone that hurts her so I just wanted to tell you."

He looks at Harrison for a second before narrowing his eyes and walking off.

Harrison watches him for a second and then he walks toward his class.

...

Focusing was key in every single fucking class but now it seemed far off. Staring out the window seemed like it was the most important thing to Max during all his classes.

And even his last block where he sat in the back and beside Neil, all he did was stare.

"Max. Maax. MAX!" Max snaps his attention away from the glass and finds Neil watching him in annoyance. "I've been calling you for five minutes."

"Mm," he responds with a slight sigh. "Yeah what do you want?"

"Nikki told me you were staring out the window all day and wanted me to ask you the issue."

He felt his stomach churn at her name, making him ignore it. "What she was worried?"

"What the hell do you think. I'm worried."

"Maybe I'm just tired."

"If you were tired you would be asleep. You seem..." Neil gives him a onceover. "Nervous."

That catches Preston's attention from in front of them as he spins around in his chair. "Nervous? Who? Spill!"

Max groans slightly. "I'm not nervous."

"Is it about fair Nicolette?"

"Shut up."

"I knew it," Neil mutters with a slight smirk. "Why are you so nervous now though you liked her forever?"

Max's defensive expression dropped instantly and was replaced with a distraught nervous one. "Harrison told me today that he liked Nikki."

Neil and Preston wince.

"Okay, so?" Neil shrugs and then his eyes widen when Max turns to him with pained eyes. "There's more...?"

"He told me that today he was going to ask her." He squeezes the bridge of his nose, ignoring the dramatic and fearful gasps. "Probably after school."

"Does he know how you feel about Nikki?" Preston asks, glancing at Neil who looked deep in thought.

"That's why he told me," Max hissed. "And I know how she feels about him. So as long as he doesn't hurt her, we're fine. But if he does he's fucking dead and he knows it."

"Don't kill anyone, Max," Neil responds.

"But can we sto—" Preston was cut off as Max clicks his pen on the desk.

"Conversation over." He turns back to the window and stares out of it.

...

The bell rang loudly and it seemed to knock everyone out their daze in their final block. Usual routine. Announcements and then time to leave for home.

That is of course in which way you take out of the school.

Max usually went to his locker and put his books up and then left through the front of the building. His locker was closest there. But today he decided to leave the longer way but still go out the front. Why?

Nikki's locker was at the front of the school. They'd usually meet up and walk out to find Neil already on the sidewalk then walk home. But he knew that if he took the quickest way, he'd only catch Harrison asking Nikki out. He didn't feel like having his heart shattered today.

He slams his locker shut and walks the opposite way of the entrance and circled around before walking back up the main hallway.

Damn he just had no luck today.

Max had expected to see Nikki close her locker and wave at him, but instead she closes her locker and turns to the current person he hated the most.Harrison.

I walked around for this reason... He sighs, hoping they already got the business done with. He continues walking toward them.

"Hey uhm...Nikki? I've got a question."

Max stops dead in his tracks, his eyes widening and a pit forming in his stomach. Wait no...

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harrison takes off his hat and looks to her.

He turns around quickly and starts walking in the other direction. He saw what he didn't want to see. Heard what he didn't want to hear. He didn't need the "yes!" part.

He saw Nikki's eager face, that perfect fucking face, as the question was asked and heard the question be spoken. All he needed was for Nikki to catch up to him and giggle her ass off about how her crush is now her boyfriend. No.

Max would hear it later anyway. She'd probably call him and talk about it over the phone. So why hear about it now?

He huffs slightly and exits out the side of the building.

...

When Nikki got home she was exhausted. All day she had been running around the school doing errands for her teachers since she was so fast.

So when she opened the door to her house, she just says, "hi mom!" and runs upstairs to her room, throwing her bag across the room and flopping on her bed, her face dug into her pillow.

She sighs softly and lifts her hand, pulling her phone out her shorts pocket. She unlocks it and swipes it to contacts and dials Max, hoping he'd answer.

The girl almost burst into relief when she hears a deadpanned voice of Max saying, "What?" into the phone. Not his usual greeting but she was just happy to hear his voice.

"Hey Maxie!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?!"

"Probably a lot until I actually stop." She snickers at his inaudible groan. "Hey what was wrong with you today? Everytime I ran past one of your classes you seemed...out of it."

He sighs. "Maybe I'm just tired..."

"You would have been asleep."

"You and Neil said the same thing," he laughs not as real as usual.

"So are you gonna tell mee?"

"Nope."

"Oh okay I see how you feel." She smiles softly as she hears his real laugh. "But seriously I was honestly worried."

"No need to be."

"Hm. Anyways what did you do today?" Nikki rolls over onto her back.

"You saw me all day doing nothing. And I already knew what you were doing."

"Okay fine I'll just ask what I wanted to." She glares at the phone even though she couldn't see his face. "Where was my escort home?"

Max goes silent for a second. Then he says slightly above a whisper, "I saw Harrison ask you out..." Pain was evident in his voice and Nikki didn't like it.

"Oh...You didn't wait for me outside though."

"I knew you'd call me later and talk about how you have a boyfriend now." She winces at the emphasis on boyfriend.

"Max I said no."

She laughs at the sound of him spitting something out. Probably coffee.

"YOU SAID NO?!" He sounded relieved?

"Yep!"

"Why?! You said you liked him!"

Nikki starts to absentmindedly twirl her hair around her finger. "Well I've liked someone else for a while now."

"Oh who is it?" Max all of sudden went from sounding relieved to sounding agressive. "I want to make sure their good enough."

She snorts quietly and rolled over onto her stomach and she started to kick her legs. "I can't tell youuu~"

"Goddamnit Nikki then describe them?"

"Well it's a he."

"Okay more reason for me to know who he is."

"Shut it. He's nice to me and rude and mean to others."

"Scale from one to ten?"

"Depends on the person, Max."

"Overrall then."

"Hmmmm solid 8 I'd say."

Max goes silent as if wanting her to continue.

"He's really nice to me, likes protecting me even though he knows I can kick someone's ass. Smart. Hehe really cute. Like really. Uh...he's a dork but hides it. Not good around me though."

There was a huff across the phone and Nikki snickers again. "Anymore details?"

"He's a complete asshole!"

Max bursts out laughing, making Nikki laugh too. "Jeez great description."

"Yeah I know." The hair strand she was twirling was now wrapped around her finger. "He's awkward too. Like he doesn't know how to be nice even though he is nice. Sometimes."

[baldysims]

Strange Legacy 4.1

Generation 4 finally starts their college years! You know what that means: time to celebrate with a bunch of pictures of my Ivy League vampire from generation 3.

Despite many a near-frying incident, college has been amazing for Diadem. She finally has knowledge wants she can fulfill again, and between that and joining the Geek Society, she’s no longer horribly alone and depressed all the time.

I kept waiting for her to roll the want for Adam, her high school boyfriend, to come join her in college, but she never did. I guess now that the wonderful world of Academie Le Tour is open to her, she’s giving him the slow fade. True to life, Maxis, true to life. Kind of cruel since he’s doomed to be a vampiric grocery clerk from now until the end of time, but hey, the Stranges have never been the nicest bunch.

Di’s new boyfriend, Anthony the llama mascot (pictured here in his graduation duds), will similarly never be allowed to join her in her next life stage on account of the whole perma-llama-mask-outside-of-his-own-lot thing, but they’re having fun while it lasts.

Fun that the drama professor does not appreciate, apparently. Good thing the Stranges have never been the nicest bunch.

Heh heh. Can you tell Di is my favorite?

Gomeisa and Hamal have also been enjoying the Academie, but for different reasons. College is where Romance Sims finally get to sow their wild oats in my game... as long as the sowing stops at making out. We run a Strict Family Values legacy around these parts.

“Hey Hamal, do you think bending over like this will help me get that fifth lover at tonight’s toga party? I really want to reconnect with Loren now that the gang’s coming to college with us.”

“Oh, yeah, get it sis. Your booty is popping!”

They’re very supportive of each other, aren’t they?

The younger siblings were indeed finally able to move in once I got rid of Christy (our placeholder for generations 2, 3 and 4... long story), chief among them Kornephoros, the heir. He brought along his girlfriend, Kestrel Tricou. Aren’t they cute together?

I misspoke in the last chapter: Kornephoros is actually a Popularity Sim, much like great-grandma Sharon. However, unlike great-grandma Sharon, his relationship with his chosen spouse is actually functional. It’s enough to bring a tear to your eye, isn’t it? Some sweetness and light are definitely needed on this lot, since a whopping three out of the guy’s five sisters are Romance.

Case in point: Gomeisa, seen here trying to make her high school boyfriend Loren (who is also Kestrel’s brother) jealous by canoodling with Secret Society Boyfriend #3. I wonder why it’s not working?

Oh, right, because she actually has way more chemistry with Loren and Kestrel’s other brother, Orion. Not to mention that Loren was much more recently the high school boyfriend of Gomeisa’s third sister, Jishui (also a Romance Sim), and they’re still dating.

Gosh, but my Sims’ love lives are becoming incestuous.

Lilii Borea is one of the rare non-Romance siblings this generation (she’s Pleasure, like Kestrel) and she’s frequently embarrassed by her sisters’ behavior. When the Pleasure Sim is the uptight one of the bunch, you know it’s going to be a fun generation to play.

Even Ilkil, the sole Family Sim, has been taking a leaf out of her siblings’ book and playing the field. I brought the wishing well along from the home lot because, well, can you blame me for not wanting to do an exhaustive spouse search downtown on all six of these spares? Sadly, it’s only been spitting out deeply unsuitable matches, like Coach Creep over here.

The streaker, now... he’s cute, but is he really right for Ilkil? I don’t think so. I think it’s going to be a pretty long slog to find her Mr. Right, even with the well.

Thankfully, her other three, yes, count ‘em, three Romance Sim sisters are a bit less picky. This turned out to be especially true for Hamal.

I sent Hamal to the campus lounge to play for a bit of cash, but right before I decided no amount of money could be worth subjecting my eyeballs to the hideous decor, who should show up but Romeo Montague?

It was love at first sight, at least for Hamal.

“Romeo! I knew I was destined to find a love like this one. It’s written in the stars. Let’s run away together and never look back!“

“Uh, about that, baby... I think I hear Mercutio calling me from the men’s room. Gotta go!”

Pfft, more like he saw Juliet’s sister Hermia at the bar. Or maybe he just sensed Hamal’s engagement want and panicked.

To be fair, Hamal rolls the want to get engaged to a lot of people ever since she Sophomore-rerolled the Family aspiration. Chalk it up to her culty "family values” upbringing, I guess. But still -- it’s an infamous fact in Veronaville society that Romeo is very much engaged to Juliet Capulet. I don’t think you want to cross that family, Hamal. People have died in this neighborhood for much less.

“Daddy! I really want to introduce you to my boyfriend, Romeo. We’re going to be together forever and ever, just like you and mom.”

“Oh. Say, Romeo, didn’t you date my older sister back in the day? What are you doing still in college? And I thought you were engaged to that Capulet girl.”

“Oh, that was hardly official, right Romeo? ...Romeo?“

“Sorry, Hamal, gotta run. Catch you later, pops!”

“I don’t think he really loves her though, Patricia. Do you? And even if they are engaged, I’m sure there are ways around it. Christy told me all about the cowplant shenanigans from last generation.”

“Uh... I think I have to go pick my plants up from the airport, I mean water my grandmother. I mean -- bye!”

That’s sensible.

For the record, Hermia did see Hamal and Romeo flirting at the campus lounge, but she was unsuccessful in warning Juliet off. Family Sims see what they want to see, I guess. You know how it goes. So Hermia has been coming by the house with the other Veronaville premades pretty often to chaperone her trash can of a soon-to-be brother-in-law.

I don’t think she’ll catch him in anything, though. Romeo is pretty crafty when it comes to having his cake and eating it too.

Unlike certain other people.

Eagle-eyed readers may have noticed that one of the men in Hamal’s riot of engagement wants was a llama mascot. Now I know what you’re thinking: “Isn’t Aunt Diadem’s boyfriend a llama mascot?” Or maybe: “Isn’t it kind of lazy to have a family love triange subplot every other generation?” The answers are yes and yes, but I let Anthony and Hamal have their little affair anyway. I’m sorry, but I’m helpless to resist the wants of my pervy Romance Sims. Call it guilt for setting up the rules so that they can’t woohoo anyone except their future spouses while trying for babies.

Kornephoros and Ilkil, as the most wholesome members of generation 4, disapprove of the affair, but everyone else is surprisingly blase. Or maybe they’re just afraid Diadem is the type to bite the messenger.

“I can’t look, Kor! What do you think Di’s going to do to us when she finds out?“

“Well, she’s best friends with Hamal, and she knows her relationship with Anthony can’t go anywhere because of the llama mask issue. I think she’ll get over it.”

Oh, Kornephoros, you sweet summer child.

It was at a toga party that very night that Diadem rolled the want to propose to Llama Boy. I guess she got more attached to Anthony than anyone knew. I let her fulfill the want, but unfortunately, I couldn’t let their union stand.

So I called in Hamal.

Sprrroooooiiiiiing! Now there’s a familiar sound in this legacy.

“I can’t believe you! And on the night we got engaged! Well, we’re over, you hear me, Anthony? OVER!”

Di doesn’t do milestones on a typical timetable, does she? It took her forty years to finish high school, and now her engagement has lasted all of twenty minutes.

“Is he really heart-farting her while being dumped after cheating on her with her niece?”

I know, it’s really quite bold of him.

“The cowplant dines for two tonight, hissssssss.”

Yeah... about that...

It was around this point that Veronaville’s many glitches became undeniable, and pointed to the last phrase any Simmer wants to hear: neighborhood corruption. It got to the point where I couldn’t even open Veronaville in game without a crash. I was pretty sure it was my fault for accidentally making a carpool driver selectable early on while I was creating townies, but I wasn’t able to rule out an issue with my collection of custom hairs... and I was due for a custom hair overhaul anyway... so, long story short...

Stranges from past generations, collectively: “How dare you trash our old neighborhood and recreate us with Maxis hair? Boooooooooo.”

Sorry guys, but I wanted a fresh clean start, and since I had to go to the trouble of recreating your entire neighborhood, the least you could do is sit for your new portraits and die without getting into too many feuds.

While I’m waiting on the portraits, though... I have to say, it’s pretty fun having the old gang back again. Look at Zaniah and Alpheratz talking about cheating together while Bete and Angeline make out in the foreground! Classic.

And who could forget our dream team of boozehounds, Sharon and Angeline?

Obviously, Angeline and Alpheratz immediately had an affair with each other, but unlike in the old, crappy neighborhood, Demi actually got to catch them at it and whoop some ass! And it was richly deserved, if I do say so myself.

I was pretty sad when the portraits were all done and it was time to kill them again. Oh, well, it was fun while it lasted.

Now back to the college lot, where everyone from the Stranges to the Tricou kids to the Maxis playable teens need to be played through college all over again from the very start of freshman year! *sob*

“Romeo, I sincerely hope that this version of you is smart enough to stay away from Hamal while you’re engaged to Juliet.”

“Are you kidding? It’s like you want me to miss out on the high of cheating on two different Family Sims at once.”

Even the game agrees with me that every word out of this guy’s mouth is trash. *ba dum tsh*

But does Juliet see it? No, she does not.

Obviously, he and Hamal continued their affair in secret. Well, as secret as can be when your sister is scrubbing the tub directly behind you.

“Hamal, I don’t think this is a good idea. Is this really what great-grandpa Zaniah would have wanted? Cheating and lying and sneaking around? It’s not very family values, is it?”

“Oh, come on, Gomeisa. You’ve been no fun ever since we started junior year and you rolled Popularity. I thought you’d be happy that I found love.”

“That’s just it, Hamal, you’re supposed to find love, not steal it from someone else!”

“Oh, you mean like you did?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about Orion, you hypocrite! Lilii Borea had him first, and now he’s with you. How is this any different than that?”

“I -- I --”

Welp, she’s got her there.

Gomeisa has indeed been seeing Orion Tricou, and it’s getting pretty serious. Of course, what Hamal didn’t mention is that Lilii isn’t exactly heartbroken over the trade, seeing as she has three bolts with Orion’s brother Tiave.

Which Hamal should know, seeing as she’s a regular visitor to the Tricous’ college house, but whatever.

It’s been a while since we checked in with Diadem. What ever happened to that Greek House she founded, anyway?

Oh, we just topped it out at level six, again, for the second time in this legacy. No biggie. We eat master points for breakfast around these parts.

In other ways, though, Greek life has been a net drain. Diadem’s always heading to campus to pick up pizza in the middle of the day nowadays -- not a good look when the daystar has the power to burn you crispier than a slice of oven-fired thin-crust.

It’s a free for all among the other seven Sims in the house when it comes to using her coffin while she’s out -- ain’t no nap like a coffin nap, I guess -- so her motives are usually deep red by the time I get her back in. And more often than not, there’s a toga party in progress the whole time, which means...

“Whoa, party foul.”

No kidding. Frankly, it’s amazing that any of these Tricous want to pledge at all.

The billiards table also compels Diadem to risk the daystar on a pretty regular basis. I think she’s trying to regain all her lost pool skills (she won the billiards scholarhsip back in the old neighborhood, don’tcha know.) Right now she knows about as much about pool as the cow mascot. Speaking of whom...

Oh, dear. I guess sometimes, when you’ve been burned by a llama, you end up going too far in the other direction.

Don’t even think about it, you bovine buffoon! Hamal has already caused Diadem enough pain for ten games!

Clearly.

Towards the end of college, Gomeisa decided to throw a pool party in the middle of winter. Genius move there.

“Gomeisa, are you feeling okay?”

“Of course I am, Swan. I just wanted to *chatter chatter* look good for *chatter chatter* your brother.”

Unfortunately, Orion wasn’t able to pay much attention to her beach body on account of being distracted by Hamal’s treacherous lips.

Sigh, well, this was inevitable.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them both! I’ll rip their hearts out and set them on fire! Then they’ll see how it feels.”

Gomeisa’s commitment to revenge caught the attention of one Mercutio Montague, who she spent the rest of the night revenge-smooching in front of Orion.

Those thought bubbles certainly do tell a story, don’t they?

“Dude, sorry I’m late. Did you do it? Did you propose to Gomeisa?”

“Uh... not exactly...”

But enough of Gomeisa. She’s hardly the only potential boyfriend Hamal stole from a relative that night.

Don’t blame me, you guys. She’s the one who rolls the wants. As a Family Sim, no less. She’s the depraved one!

Unlike Gomeisa, Diadem decided her revenge was a dish best served cold.

Cold as the grave, some might say. *rimshot*

“Still fooling around with Romeo, Hamal? That’s funny, I would have thought you’d have had enough of ruining other people’s relationships by now.“

“For your information, Romeo is my true love!”

“Oh, really? So what was Orion? You’re telling me you broke my heart just for a bit of fun on the side!?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand!”

“I... I can’t believe she did this to me.”

Sorry, bb. :(

There is a certain irony in the fact that Gomeisa and Hamal used to be inseparable when they were Romance Sims. It’s only now, after switching to Popularity and Family, that their friendship/sisterhood has turned to bitter enmity.

Poor Ilkil looks conflicted over who to root for, doesn’t she? She could pick Hamal, the sister she’s closest to and her fellow Family Sim, but then where does that leave Gomeisa, who is after all the innocent wronged party in this morality play?

Ilkil hasn’t been getting much attention, and college is almost over, so let’s go ahead and talk about her for a second. It’s pretty rare for a Family Sim to make it all the way through college without an engagement in my game, but she’s been played through college almost twice over now what with the recreation of the neighborhood and still hasn’t picked anyone to settle down with.

She’s always rolling the want to cook elaborate meals for the rest of the family and then totally failing and burning them at the last second. I think she has frustrated housewifely desires.

Anyway, since the wishing well never gave us anything good for her, I went ahead and used my powers as Mistress of the Sims Universe to get her a date with the only other Family Sim in the neighborhood more desperate than she is.

That’s right, ladies, fat balding widower and wearer of tacky leisure suits Antonio Montague is officially off the market. Try to contain yourselves.

Antonio’s kids don’t like her, but who cares what they think? The little hellions will be off to college themselves by the time Ilkil marries in.

Kornephoros (our heir, remember him? I know my heirs tend to be overshadowed in college chapters by their philandering siblings, but hopefully the fact that he’s male rings a bell) also got engaged to Kestrel on a lavish date at the newly renovated Londoste, which I think is an obligatory scene in every legacy ever.

Kestrel comported herself with all the dignity befitting a future Strange matriarch, sending meat flecks flying into the carpet as she gobbled up her filet mignon in two bites flat.

I think she’ll make a fine addition to the family, even though I’m sure great-grandpa Zaniah would have some words to say about a matriarchal Tricou joining the family. Lucky for Kor, Fornax is much more relaxed about rules and restrictions.

Gomeisa has continued to date Mercutio Montague, although she doesn’t seem to be sure where that relationship is going after college. She’s still very, very angry about Orion’s betrayal.

Lilii Borea and Tiave also got engaged, to no one’s surprise.

As for Jishui, the Strange sibling who’s been featured least in this chapter because she actually has a modicum of nice points, she got engaged too, to her boyfriend Loren. Zzzzzzzz.

So that just leaves Hamal, who has wanted to marry Romeo since the earliest days of her college experience.

“Whoa, baby. Run away together? For real? That’s a little drastic. You know I can’t break up with Juliet. But you and me, we’ll always have a special relationship. Just... on the side, and never in public.”

Cue Hamal’s best shocked pikachu face:

Ha ha ha -- I mean, oops, how embarrassing. I wonder how she’ll recover from this psychologically?

Oh.

The best thing I can say about this development is that at least Orion had the decency to look a little conflicted about it.

“Romeo, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll break it off with Hamal for good. She’s been obsessed with marrying you since forever. That’s not just going to go away because she proposed to Orion. You have to stop encouraging her!”

“Chill, Lilii, chill. You’re easily the most uptight Pleasure Sim I’ve ever met.”

Ugh, he is just the worst.

“Hamal, lay off my boyfriend. Just because you don’t understand our love --”

“Oh, I understand it perfectly, Hamal, and it’s gross. I thought it was bad when it was just Di, but then you did it again and again, and to your own sister. How could you?"

“Why does everyone keep holding that against me? I said I was sorry!”

Mm hmmm, right.

Right before graduation, Kornephoros tried to convince Gomeisa to let bygones be bygones with all the wisdom of his newly completed psychology degree, and it actually kind of... worked?

“Orion, now that we’re leaving this part of our lives behind, I just want to let you know that I forgive you. You hurt me a lot, but we had something special, and once you and Hamal and me and Mercutio are all married and settled down, I hope we can be friends again.“

“Gomeisa, I -- wait. You’re marrying him?”

“He proposed this morning.”

“I...”

“I can’t believe she’s marrying him.”

And I can’t believe she forgave you for cheating on you with her sister! Get in line, bud.

Sadly, this incredible act of beneficence wasn’t enough to save Gomeisa’s graduation party from being a dud, and Kornephoros, being the Popularity Sim who technically threw it, went straight into aspiration failure just as I was wrapping up his college years. Awesome.

Welp. All of generation 4 is engaged and graduated, so now it’s time to head back to Veronaville and play them all. Aunt Di will hold down the fort here until Kornephoros and Kestrel’s kids are old enough to join her, and then, with a bit of luck, she’ll be able to have a Roof Raiser graduation party and earn that Ivy League master point... which has already been preemptively canceled out by Kornephoros’ meltdown, but hey, I’m trying to look on the bright side of things.

Next time: Will Hamal ever repent of her ways and stop causing trouble? Will Orion actually marry her, even though he’s clearly still in love with Gomeisa? What are Romeo’s plans for managing Juliet’s suspicions once they’re actually married and living together? And will Kornephoros manage to produce a male heir without having to go through quite so many daughters as his father and grandfather did?

Legacy scoring:

Legacy: 3.5 Money: 3 Family friends: 38x.25 = 9.25 Impossible wants: 9 (Alph 20L, Sharon 30F, Zaniah 7Sk, Angeline 7Sk, Fornax 7Sk, Electra 50FD, Diadem 7Sk, Danni 7Sk, Cassiopeia 200S) Platinum graves: 4 (Family, Popularity, Fortune) Ghosts: 1 (Old Age) Business: 4 Seasons: 4 + 2 (tree and fish/well/juices) Free Time: 7.5 (Games: Zaniah, Betelgeuse, Alpheratz, Electra, Fornax, Cassiopeia, Angeline, Diadem, Ilkil, Hamal, Lilii Borea, Jishui, Gomeisa, Kestrel, Kornephoros) Collections: 3 (25 Elixirsx2, Career Rewards) Master: 2 (Social Bunnies Need Love Too, Child Prodigy - Fornax, ) Handicaps: 0 Overflow: 0 Penalties: -3 (bills x2, Kornephoros asp fail) Total: 47.25

[mia-salazar]

Change and Redemption: Part 2

((For @ninjacat1515. Final part. I forgot to mention that this particular story takes place in the US. I feel like the gang would travel just to put an end to this for the sake of the continuing peace talks.))

Deep in the heart of the industrial section of the town, an unassuming warehouse housed the group of missing vampire children. All of which were huddled together in the middle of a locked room. Their captors had managed to ventilate in the scent of lavender and cinnamon mixed together to torment the little ones even further. They cried and called for their parents to no avail, only earning a frightening BANG as one of the slayers threw a piece of debris to the other side of the door.

“Quiet in there!! Stupid fucking brats.” Came the intimidating gruff voice of the one posted there to guard them. Peering into the peephole, he saw with a smug smirk as the children gripped each other tightly; a couple burying their faces into the shoulders of their slightly older siblings. Shaking his head, chuckling at his companions. “Damn things do what they can to trick you. Would almost call them human kids if I didn’t know any better. I still hate how I have to guard these things. We’ve already got the room rigged to blow sky high in case they try to get out, so why do I gotta stand here?!”

“I don’t see why we don’t just kill them outright. Those leeches aren’t going to know they’re worm food before they surrender themselves AND their cash.” A woman growled, sharpening her blade out of boredom. Another slayer turned to her with an annoyed tilt of his head.

“Because, Sarah, they CAN tell if their hell spawn have been killed. It’ll be ten times more of a pain in the ass if we can’t get them in a secure position.” “Why did we give them such a generous time limit, though? Gives them the advantage of plotting against us. I almost agree with Sarah. We’re getting restless here, Max!” The second in charge, Eric, glanced at his leader.

Max had situated himself at one of the huge windows overlooking the industrial park. “If you lull them into a false sense of security, they’ll make mistakes and be easy to track. We’re almost to the time limit anyway. Only five minutes left. For all they tote around about their so called ‘family bonds’, they don’t seem to care enough about their young at this moment.”

Sarah grinned darkly. “I say we kill one right now. Show them we mean business.”

Her leader waved a hand dismissively, “Fine, make sure the others don’t get out. We need as much leverage as we can get.”

“Keep your pants on, Maxie. I’ll keep it nice and clean.” She muttered, grabbing her pistol and heading towards the locked room. A minute later, she had one of the cubs by their wrist as they kicked and screeched out of terror. “Oh shut the hell up and sit still!”

Pointing the pistol at the child’s head, the sadistic woman grinned darkly. “Say goodnight, freak.”

Her finger never became taut on the trigger. Instead a bullet erupted out through her right eye in a mini fountain of gore, ending the miserable woman’s existence. As her body fell with a meaty thud, the rest of the slayers stared at their fallen comrade in shock. The cub scrambled away from the carcass and back toward the others, all clinging to each other for comfort.

“My sincerest apologies but this gathering ye lot have set up be not something the rest of us agree with.” A gruff voice with a foreign accent drawled over from the large double door serving as the warehouse’s entrance. In the doorway stood none other than Hector Barbossa himself with a still smoking gun primed for another shot and a triumphant smirk on his bearded face.

“Well if it ain’t the pussy-footed old pirate himself. Come all this way to give us a class on how to ‘tame’ these snot-nosed brats? I’ll be honest with you, I never expected a bunch of talented hunters, such as yourself and your group, to chicken out so hard that they think they have to achieve peace with these things. What a goddamn waste.” Max put his hands on hips, mockingly disappointed. “Sorry but I’m going to have to decline the offer since we’ve already got a buyer for their fangs. I suppose they make good jewelry.”

He waved his hand to the men stationed up in the catwalks. “Kill him.”

Just as the first man was about to take the shot at Barbossa’s head, the wind was abruptly knocked out of him. Dumbfounded, his eyes slowly left his target to stare at the blade that had pierced through his chest cavity. He gurgled, “Max...buddy…”

Henry didn’t let him finish. He yanked his sword out with such a ferocity that it was clear on what the normally more docile hunter thought of this group. The rest of Max’s men found themselves in near identical situations. Seems that the rest of Barbossa’s group had made their way up to the rafters before his grand entry. They needed the element of surprise and they certainly got it. None of the kidnappers had been expecting them. Any that had recovered from their initial shock had been ironically frozen in place the same way the vampire parents had been on the night of the kidnappings.

Carina, having just finished up a joint hex with Shansa, shot a proud smirk at her father from the far side of the room. The slayer’s own witch subdued at their feet. Unfortunately, victory is never assured without at least one last complication. Max remained mobile in the middle of the warehouse with a brightly glowing stone in right hand.

“You ain’t gettin’ me tonight! See this?! It’s a little something to keep me from getting hexed as long as I hold it. I’m WAY ahead of you idiots!” The irate slayer snarled, holding up the detonator switch in his other hand. “You think this is the end?! Ha! I still have the brats locked up. I can press this button at any time and blow the fuckers to hell myself! Hell if I care anymore, I’m having the last goddamn laugh!”

Fashionably late as always, Jack saunters up behind him. Picking up a metal rod from off the ground, raising it high above his head to swiftly bring it down on the slayer leader’s head. The man crumpled in an instant, detonator delicately swiped from his hand by the crafty man above him. Grimacing at the nasty device, he sauntered around the room as the two witches breaking the lock on the door to get the children out as soon as possible. Smirking as the last cub was carried out, Jack turned to the immobilized slayers with his arms spread out.

“Unfortunately lads and-” He glanced down and toed at Sarah’s corpse disgustedly. “Former...lasses, this little charade is coming to an end now. Wasn’t hard for us to hear about it, the whole world’s been on the hunt for a week. Lucky we found ya when we did. You’ve all caused enough trouble for the human race. Endangering peace talks, almost kick starting a war, taking a few perfectly innocent children in the process to use as black market fodder. Ye must be proud of yourselves for terrifying them within a inch of their very impressionable lives.”

Jack moseyed on back and squatted to lean into Max’s face with a grin, “Wonder how ye’ll fair against a vampire that’s grown proper. Let’s say we find out, savvy?”

It was almost like a tidal wave of relief had swept through the town as the kidnapped cubs scrambled out of the cars and leaping into the arms of their sobbing parents. Rumbling purrs soothed frayed nerves and in turn warming the hearts of even the most stoic of audience members. Each child was accounted for and not a single hair on their heads had been harmed. It was a miracle really, it could have ended so much worse. The joint efforts of both the gang as well as law enforcement were deeply appreciated by the supernatural community.

The peace talks would continue with gusto this time. It was now clear that while there were those who would seek to harm the delicate progress that had been made, there were far more who would seek to maintain it. News crews covered the ongoing story, broadcasting worldwide. The police chief took Hector to the side to question him.

“How did you manage to find their location? Nothing pointed towards them being in that warehouse.”

The older man smiled secretively. “Ye might be bound by the law but we have a slightly...different way of going about our business. That aside, we have a gift for our vampire friends. A token of our friendship.”

Murtogg and Mullroy grinned at each other as they opened the door to one of the blacked out vans and grabbing at the still frozen slayer leader. A few surviving group members were pulled out of the van by Jack and Pintel. Every single one was chained up, practically tied up like a bunch of presents. The only thing missing was a bow, Barbossa mused.

The gang dumped the slayers at the feet of the vampire parents; all of which growled and hissed menacingly, pulling their children to them protectively. Jack bowed to them, “All yours, mates!”

[pokemonpundit]

So I’ve been doing another weird run in Omega Ruby again, and I wanted to document some of it because I keep thinking about it a lot. I decided to take after my in-game father and become the master of normal-types. Here were my rules:

I can only keep one from each evolution line ending in a normal-type Pokemon. 

(There are 12 such lines in Omega Ruby: Linoone, Swellow, Slaking, Exploud, Delcatty, Spinda, Zangoose, Wigglytuff, Castform, Kecleon, Girafarig, and Dodrio. While Swablu and Azurill are also normal-types, they don’t evolve into normal-types and so were left off this list. You could try this in Alpha Sapphire, but then you don’t get Zangoose)

If my Pokemon feints, it dies and must be released.

Battle Style -> set

Exp. Share -> off

No o-powers

No anything that requires connecting to another device.

Since it’s necessary, I will permit one non-normal-type Pokemon to be an HM-slave (I ended up with a Tentacool), because the only normal-types that can learn Dive are Bibarel and Arceus, neither of which are in this game. It can never be sent out in battle though.

Here were the results:

So when I started this run, some things became immediately apparent. Since all your Pokemon are at least half-normal-type, most of them are weak to fighting which instantly makes any fighting types you encounter way more scary.

Rock-types and steel-types are also annoying, since they resist your stab moves. Ghost-types might be immune to you, but you are also immune to ghost-types, so those battles end up rather fair.

Another thing is that since your Pokemon can never faint, it’s best to try and make them have defensive sets of moves and stats; Those specialized for attacking don’t live very long.

Roxanne seemed like she would be difficult, but Whismur comes with Echoed Voice, which just keeps increasing in power. After the 5th+ consecutive use, it’s at 200 power, and it barely matters that her Pokemon resist. Brawly also seemed like he’d be quite a task, but Taillow’s flying moves made short work of him.

My first death was my Whismur against a Carvanha in the soda shop that knew Focus Energy. I have learned to fear that move, because this is not the only Pokemon that eventually dies from it. Just bumping your crit rate up to 1/2 might not sound that great, but when you’re not allowed to faint ever it becomes really scary. 

My Taillow died trying to switch into the Winstrate Grandma’s Meditite.

Watson’s gym was nothing against the stupid good special defense of my Delcatty.

I caught a Spinda on route 113, taught it some moves via TM, then sent it into battle against a hiker. The hiker sent out Geodude and so I was like “well ground-type moves beat rock-types so this would be a good time to use the dig move I just taught it”. The Geodude used Magnitude. *sigh* Welp, bye Spinda.

The next 4 gyms went very easily, then my Linoone managed to die because of its own Double-Edge, and my Zangoose and my Delcatty both died shortly after because of Maxie’s Crobat’s Acrobatics. Always liked that move.

For those counting, you would know I only have 6 Pokemon remaining, which makes things even more tense because another death means I don’t even have a full team, but lucky me the rest of the game was rather uneventful until the Elite Four.

Before I start the Elite Four, let’s look at my champions.

Once Slakoth evolves into Vigoroth and loses that horrible Truant ability, it become amazing. It has a self-healing move, and can learn both Bulk Up and Amnesia, which makes it really easy to sweep entire teams with it. 

Once it was of level to evolve into Slaking, I decided not to do it, because I really didn’t want that ability back. At least this means I can give it the eviolite and have it be even more of a defensive beast. The singular attacking move gets switched out when I feel like it.

Named after the activity it is literally incapable of doing since it became a Vigoroth.

Similar to Vigoroth, Girafarig just collects a giant bundle of stat buffs before anything else. Sometimes, I switched out Double Team with an actual attacking move like Psychic, but mostly I just Baton Pass into Kecleon or Castform.

Named after that weird Giraffe from Madagascar.

Castform surprised me with how powerful it was. Not only does weather ball become 100 power under any kind of weather, but the weather also helps you and the move is also a stab move. Along with a decent special attack and probable type advantage, Castform can mostly ohko anything that isn’t a water-type.

Named after the water-molecule protagonist of some game I have for the Wii called Dewy’s Adventure.

It took a bit, but I wanted a Kecleon with Protean ability, and the Dexnav also provided one with nasty plot. So I built a special Kecleon, because most of my Pokemon were physical attackers at the time. The three attacking moves are swapped out with whatever seems appropriate at the moment

Named after the chameleon from Tangled.

I was never quite happy with Wigglytuff’s move set, but it did it’s job of being a tank. It’s high health was good, and reflect would fix it’s low-physical defense. Its main job was using its typing and Dazzling Gleam to get rid of annoying fighting-types.

Named after the other super tough pink puff.

Dodrio was probably the best attacker on my team, but it only really comes out when I’m in trouble. Always super worried about it dying, because there are no more replacements. It can ohko many things with Return and Drill Peck. It mostly just functions as my team mascot.

Named after... you know.

On to the Elite Four!

My Vigoroth set up Bulk Up+Amnesia against Sydney’s Mightyena, then swept the entire team with Brick Break. I tried to do the same thing against Phoebe by swapping Brick Break with Shadow Claw, but Dusclops has Curse, which meant I had to keep switching to shake off the curses until the Dusclops killed itself and Sableye was sent out, which doesn’t have Curse.

The battle against Glacia was probably the longest and stupidest battle of the entire run. Castform and Glalie were having an argument about what the weather was, Kecleon was trying to use Thunderbolt to convince Glacia to waste all her full restores on Walrein, Wigglytuff and Girafarig switched out of Froslass’ confuse ray what felt like ten thousand times. It was some glorious madness.

Drake was comparatively easy. Girafirig can set up Calm Mind and Agility against the Altaria, Baton Pass to Castform, which can Hail and then Weather Ball - Ice to sweep the whole team.

Vigoroth couldn’t set up against Steven’s Skarmory because of Toxic, but once Kecleon got rid of it with Thunderbolt, Vigoroth was able to setup against Aggron and sweep the whole team as usual.

And that’s everything. It was pretty fun, and I got to try some Pokemon I wouldn’t have had a reason to use otherwise. I mean, when am I ever going to use Castform again.

Anyway, if you actually got this far, thanks for reading I guess. I just had all these thoughts in my head about the run and wanted to write them down somewhere, but I’d be glad if in interested someone for a couple minutes.

[everlarkficexchange]

Prim's Plan - Part 2

Written by: @mega-aulover

Prompt 107: Everlark fic based off of the song “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. [submitted by Anonymous]

Rated: T for everlark Smooching ;)   Part 1

A/N: Thank you for submitting this prompt I hope you enjoy it. Thank you @everlarkficexchange for the opportunity to exchange ideas and grow our fandom. Aslo to @norbertsmom for your extraordinary beta skills I need to get you some flowers.

Katniss plopped on her bed in pure shock.

Three dates.

Her sweet stubborn sister wouldn’t take the application letters Peeta wrote until they agreed to go on three dates.

She stared up at the ceiling willing for an apocalyptic catastrophe to suddenly happen. The odds were not in her favor.

She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to go out with Peeta. Peeta Mellark, who she drunkenly confessed her feelings for to Gale. It was the reason they weren’t speaking.

“Damn you, Ed Sheeran!”

Four years ago, Peeta was waiting for her in his car. It was one of those frigid winter days. He had just bought his used car. He was the first one to get a car at sixteen. They had just gone through the drive-through when the song came on.

Katniss still wasn’t sure how it happened. Maybe it was the food, or the twinkling Christmas lights, or the fact that they got stuck in his clunker overnight and she slept nestled on top of Peeta until the tow truck came.

But that song, Thinking Out Loud, came on and Katniss recalled looking at him and really seeing Peeta for the first time, not the eleven-year-old boy she played tag with as a way to comfort her after her father died, or the 14-year-old boy who had to have his leg amputated, because a drunk driver mowed him down on his bicycle. She saw Peeta and her heart wobbled and danced in her chest as she listened to the song.

It wasn’t the first line about his legs not working that did it for her. It was the line about finding love right where they were. Katniss found her love sitting right next to her. He’d always been there, and she was irrevocably in love with him.

Her only problem, it was one-sided.

Peeta only saw her as a friend.

At the time she’d kept her mouth shut because he’d been dating that witch Clove who dumped him a week before Prom night for Thresh.

She’d tried to tell him, many, many times, but she didn’t have the courage. All of Peeta’s girlfriends were superior to her. Katniss didn’t have the boobs Johanna had. She wasn’t an older woman like Clove, and she didn’t look like Glimmer who was currently in Hollywood making movies.

She wasn’t that pretty or impressive.

Silently, Katniss carried her love for him in secret until last may when she turned 21.

“You’re not getting out of this Katniss,” Prim said from the door.

Katniss raised her head and narrowed her eyes at her baby sister. She’d forgotten to close her door.

“Prim, it’s Peeta? What if this doesn’t work? I don’t want to lose him.”

Primrose smiled sweetly like one of those baby angels with wings. “Don’t worry, sis. You’d never lose Peeta?”

“Glad you have more faith than I do.”

“Stop it, I will not have you back out of going on these dates. You’ve never been a quitter besides, do you really want me to have a bonfire with those letters Peeta wrote?”

Katniss grimaced her eyes, “No.”

“Now that we are clear, get some shuteye you need your beauty rest for tomorrow.”

“Whats tomorrow?” Katniss swallowed.

“Your first date is for tomorrow night,” Prim smirked. “Before you ask, it’s easy, a movie. I called in a favor and got tickets. Peeta will get them tomorrow afternoon. He’s coming tomorrow precisely at 6:45 pm.”

Prim closed her door and Katniss groaned, letting her head drop to the mattress and silently hoped for lightning to strike her.

The lightning never came, and the next night Katniss learned how much of a dictator her sister Primrose was. Prim nixed all of her comfy, cargo pants, pajama looking pants, sweats, and loose jeans she purchased at the thrift store to hunt in. Besides, her hunting pants had stains Prim didn’t want to even try to identify.

Her sister attacked her collection of misshapen sweaters, and shirts as well. She had a few that had special meaning for her. The baseball t-shirt had Peeta’s number on it from when he played. The state fair shirt he purchased for her two years ago. Almost all of her t-shirts had a history. The only ones she could do without were her waitressing shirts.

Primrose forced her to wear a pair of tight, uncomfortable skinny jeans, a form-fitting orange sweater, and uncomfortable flat shoes with floppy bows. Katniss wondered why designers would put such childish decorations on adult shoes. Her sister was so determined, she lent her a coat as well. Katniss doubted the wool coat would be warm enough. Her big puffy coat kept her nice and toasty. Prim was firm, no sneakers, and under no circumstances would she wear her hunting boots.

“Okay,” Prim said, circling her.

“Good, you look decent. Do you have a handbag?”

“A what?”

“A purse, Katniss.”

“Prim, I have dad’s old game bag and my old knapsack from school.”

“Katniss, you need a purse,” Prim said, running out of the room.

Katniss shook her head and turned to finish putting her rejected clothing neatly back in her dresser. When she came home she didn’t want to have to clean up. By the time Prim came back, Katniss had made sure her room was spotless.

“Here.” Prim thrust a soft leather bag toward Katniss.

“Why do I need one again? Aren’t pockets-,” Her argument died on her lips. The darned pants pockets were narrow.

Prim began putting the things she would need to carry inside of the bag. “You need a place to put your phone, your ID, antibacterial gel, debit card, cash, maxi pad, and a condom.”

“Condom,” Katniss said horrified.

“A lady always needs to be prepared,” Prim said holding out the bag.

“Who, what, where, when and how the hell did you get condoms? Are you using condoms?” Katniss stood hands akimbo in total shock to think that her sister was having sex. “Why are you using condoms?”

Prim rolled her eyes. “Katniss, I’m not a virgin and I need to protect myself. I don’t want to have kids.”

“Does mom know?”

“Yeah, she took me to get my birth control pills as well when I was 15, not that I was sexually active at that age.”

“Mom never did any of that with me,” Katniss said, sitting down on her bed.

“That’s because you’re pure, Katniss.”

“I am not pure.” Katniss blushed as she said the word.

“Oh yeah…” Primrose raised an eyebrow, “…then why do you say condoms like we’re talking about a deadly disease.”

Katniss couldn’t disagree. She did sound like she was a character in the 80’s cult classic movie, St. Elmo’s Fire.

“Okay, enough with the mourning of my no longer existing virginity.” As Prim spoke the doorbell rang.

“It’s him,” Katniss whispered. She wanted to run and hide.

Prim pushed her out of her room. Katniss thought of a thousand different things she would rather be doing, but when Prim opened the front door all of them went out of the windows.

She’d never seen Peeta dressed for a date before. He looked handsome in a button-down shirt, jacket, and dark denim jeans. His blond waves were combed back. She thought he looked like one of those male models in those Ralph Lauren advertisements.

“Here, these are for you.” Peeta held out yellow gerbera daisies. Katniss couldn’t help but grin. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you.” Her voice sounded soft and gushy, as she recalled she was wearing his favorite color.

“You ready to go?”

Katniss nodded. Together they walked out into the frigid air and Katniss wanted to kill Prim for making her wear the flimsy excuse for a coat. Thankfully Peeta’s car was warm. When he turned it on, Ed Sheeran’s song, Thinking out Loud, began to play on his radio.

Katniss’s heart thundered in her chest as the notes filled the interior of his car. Katniss glanced at Peeta as he hummed the song. She wished Peeta would take her into his loving arms, and kiss her. She wished she could wake up every morning listening to the beat of his heart.

She wanted to remember his smile. She wanted to touch his hand, have him fall in love with her. She wished so hard for him to fall for her the way she had fallen for him. The sentiments were too much for Katniss. She turned her head away to watch the twinkling lights of the small stores as they drove to the only movie theater in town.

It was ironic. They had come to the movies all of their lives and this was the first time they were going on an official date. Peeta parked the car, and together they walked toward the booth.

“Come on. Primrose got us tickets to see La Boda de Valentina,” Peeta said with his high school Spanish. Peeta was great at languages. He could pick them up easily. Katniss was lucky she knew how to speak English properly.

It’s why she avoided foreign flicks. Primrose knew this, knew how much Katniss loathed subtitles. Prim couldn’t have picked something great like Tomb Raider or Black Panther. Nope, her sister decided to choose the worst kind of torture.

Much to Katniss relief, the movie was half in Spanish, half in English, but she got frustrated with all of the subtitles she had to follow when the movie jumped from New York to Mexico.

It dawned on her as she watched the movie that the main character Valentina had to choose between two guys, and they represented her needs and wants and the expectations of her family. It was reminiscent of her own life.

For a long time people always just assumed she would end up with Gale. They had a lot of things in common, especially their fiery personalities. Gale had a worse temper than she did. Truth be told, she always saw Gale like an older brother. Hell, she and Gale even looked alike. That’s why she could never see herself with him, no matter what their mothers thought. She glanced at Peeta, who was totally engrossed in the film.

By the end of the film, Katniss understood it, but she didn’t like the movie. They were walking out of the theater.

“So, are you hungry?” Katniss glanced at Peeta. He was quiet.

“Yeah, but I have to take you someplace nice. Prim said no Sae’s.”

Katniss chuckled. “The little tyrant is going to pay for this one day.”

Peeta laughed. “I have an idea, if you’re up for an adventure.”

“Sure.” Katniss grinned.

They got in the car and drove to the bakery. He raised an eyebrow at her. “I won’t tell if you won’t?”

Peeta wasn’t a rebel, but when he put his mind to it he could be devious and at this moment she loved him for it. “If there are a pair of your comfy, fluffy socks on the other end, I’m in.”

They snuck into the back of the bakery. Peeta ordered a pizza and snuck upstairs for a pair of his socks. He sat her on the counter and much to her chagrin, he insisted on slipping them on her feet.

Her mouth went dry as he stood up. He braced his hands on the counter on either side of her and looked like he was going to step away. Katniss desperately wanted to keep him close. She said the first thing that popped into her head. “What did you think of the movie?”

He shrugged. “It was good.”

She was very curious as to his take on the movie. “But?”

“The ending was expected. She was going to pick the guy that was most familiar to her, the guy who reminded her of her home. The guy she had most in common with.”

Katniss found his statement interesting. “I didn’t like it.”

“Really, why? He knew her from before she moved to New York. It’s like you and Gale. You guys are meant to be together, because you both have so much in common.”

“Having a lot of stuff in common is not always a good thing.” Katniss couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was revolting to think she and Gale could be a thing. “It can be disastrous.” Katniss watched him. She was looking to see if he had any feelings for her other than friendship.

“But in order for a relationship to work, you need to have things in common.”

“Shared experiences, are one thing Peeta, but being too alike can almost be like dating a sibling or a first cousin. Both are gross.”

He looked down, took her hand in his, his voice shy. “Is that why you and Gale broke up?”

“Gale and I,” Katniss was disgusted by thinking of Gale and herself in a romantic relationship, “never dated.”

“But you guys were inseparable in high school. Besides, Johanna said she saw you both at the Slag Heap motel one time.” He looked up, searching her eyes. “I mean you guys hunted and used to hang out all of the time?”

Katniss wanted to hurt Johanna and her big mouth. Why Peeta dated her, Katniss never understood. “Ugh no, Peeta. Gale and I were working there, cleaning rooms before I had to go to school. Besides, we are neighbors, Peeta, and yes, when our fathers died in that mining accident, we bonded over it. We did what was necessary to provide for our families.” Katniss twined her fingers with his. “Bottom line, he’s not you, and I think he’s a little jealous of what we have.”

“Really?” Peeta smiled.

Katniss nodded. Her hands moved up his forearms. “You’re why we fought.”

“I was?” Peeta got closer.

Katniss nodded.

“You haven’t spoken to him since Christmas Eve. I noticed he gave me a death glare.”

His face was so close to hers. “Gale and I fought. I told him I…I-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence because Peeta kissed her. She panicked momentarily because this was her first kiss.

Peeta pulled away. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself,” he whispered. His hot breath fanned her lips.

Katniss grabbed his shirt and pulled him into another kiss. This time her body tingled. She wanted more, and pressed herself to him, causing their faces to angle and the kiss to deepen. His hands gripped her knees right before they ghosted up her legs and around to her back, pressing her closer to him. A small groan escaped her lips.

His warm lips were soft, and better than anything she ever imagined. He tasted sweet and minty. She felt cherished in his arms. Katniss was glad she waited to have her first kiss. It was even better than the cheese-buns he made her.

Neither one heard the insistent knocking at the door. They blushed when they realized their food was there. Katniss wanted to melt into him.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back,” Peeta said.

Katniss grinned, and her smile didn’t go away all night. As they ate, Katniss was glad there wasn’t any awkwardness between them. They were themselves. They laughed, joked around, and talked about silly things and serious things.

“You didn’t?” Peeta asked incredulously as he laughed.

Katniss was so relaxed and she couldn’t believe she confessed to stealing Haymitch’s prized knife.“Yeah, well you were away at camp and I was super bored.”

“In my defense, if I would have stayed here, I would have been a felon.”

Katniss swiped at his arm.

It was a perfect evening. As they left the bakery, he took her by the hand and pulled her close. They kissed once more. She felt those butterflies girls talked about in high school. She was still smiling when he took her home. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, but it caused the butterflies to flutter in her stomach. When Peeta left, she floated to her room.

“So, how did it go?”

Katniss didn’t know how to describe how she felt or the craving she developed for Peeta’s kisses. Her face was her sisters favorite color.

“Good.” Prim nodded. “Then tomorrow night’s date is going to be a breeze. I put the dress in your closet.”

It was only after the door closed did Katniss realized Prim was making her wear her least favorite item of clothing in the middle of winter. As she went to sleep her phone went off and there was a text from Gale:

Gale: We need to talk.

Katniss gasped as below the text there was a grainy picture of her and Peeta kissing outside of the bakery.

[mojavejourneys]

for the oc ask: ever even number for natalia? I want to know more about me wife

Okay. Strap in cuz this is gonna be long (and I haven’t talked about Natalia much) XD

2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

Aside from caps, Natalia has an extensive collection of knives. She likes knives as a weapon of choice

4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

When she’s working as a merc, leather armour. But during her downtime she rather likes a little black dress.

6.What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

Her favourite animal is a cat. Least favourite would be Yao Guai.

8.What is your OC’s theme song?

Who Is She? by I Monster

I chose this song because when she’s working as a merc, people often wonder who she really is. And by the time she’s completed her task, she’s already well on her way away.

10.What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Pride. She’s definitely a very proud and confident individual.

12.How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

For someone who can have a temper at times, she is surprisingly patient. She’s been known to stake out locations for months at a time.

14.What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

Natalia isn’t particularly picky about what she eats. But she doesn’t like bloatfly meat. Too slimy and gross.

16.What does your OC smell like?

Leather, blood and sweat with an undercurrent of dirt and hubflower.

18.What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

Natalia fears losing everything that’s hers. Her strengths are that she’s very physically strong and fit, and very patient. However, she can be rash at times and has a very inflated sense of pride that can make her appear a bit full of herself.

20.If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

First thing would be to get some nice intact leather and a new dress. She’d be glad to see intact clothing.

22.What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

She’d be the bad girl type who’d be skipping class and doing crazy shit, and she’d probably get suspended. No, definitely suspended.

24.What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

Natalia is a realist, not looking too far ahead in the future. She prefers to take life day by day. She believes that one should live in the moment and never worry about the past.

26.Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

The most important person in life was her father who taught her how to survive before he tragically died. And she’d consider Maxie as the least important because she doesn’t really like him much after he tailed her.

28.What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

She tends to pace when she’s nervous, and she’s not really addicted to anything but she does drink a fair bit.

30.Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

She doesn’t want to get married because she hasn’t really bothered exploring the realms of love. And she doesn’t really like children so she wouldn’t want any. She’ll get them to safety if needed but that’s as far as she goes.

32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

The biggest collection of knives. She’s a simple woman of simple wants. :P

34.What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

She doesn’t really have any social groups outside of the merc company she works for and she just does her job.

36.What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

Honestly she does really get going when she gets to dominate someone in the bedroom. And she’s very very dominating. It’s one thing that she’ll kill for.

38.What would your character do with a million dollars?

Use it as kindling for a fire. In the post-apocalyptic world, a million dollars has no real value. If it was a million bottlecaps though? She’d buy a lot of knives and spend a lot of time (and money) in Goodneighbor.

40.Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

She’d be going to The Third Rail in Goodneighbor. Her outfit of choice is usually a nice dress, either short or a long one with a slit cut in the side. And she wouldn’t go with anyone.

42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

Natalia has a set of deep claw scars across the right side of her face which she got when Maxie apprehended her briefly. She also has several scars from knives and gunshots dotted over her body from her work.

44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?

Normally she doesn’t take it well. She’ll argue that she knew what was best.

46.Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

She’d be staring at it and poke it in places. She’s heard of voodoo dolls but this one didn’t work. If it did she’d have felt the poking.

48.What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

Her mother died in childbirth so she never knew her mother. But her father was always the one who made sure she was prepared for the wasteland and showed her how to use knives.

50.If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

She’d carry on as she did, and if people tried to warn her she was going to die, then she’d just laugh it off and say she’d give Death the middle finger. She’d flip off Death itself. Yup.

[hockeyfun]

Jakob Chychrun #1

Anon request: Hi! Loved the Sebastian aho one!!!<3 could I request a Jakob chychrun one this time, where you play for the Boston pride and either you meet the team/wags or you guys have a cute skate date and he doesn't know you play? Merci:)

Warnings: none (except a little moment of comparing the readers self to wags)

Word count: 3194

Author’s note: this one kind of sucks and i’m sorry. I legit wrote it four times all with different plots. I had extreme writer’s block on this. So so so so sorry.

“Why do I have to do this?” you questioned your good friend Max Domi. You could practically feel his pleading stare through the phone, “Because I want you to come to this family skate with me because Estelle can’t come till later and I thought it would be fun for us. I haven’t seen you since last year when I played in Boston,” he reminded you. “Fine, I’ll come. I’ll let you know when I land,” you hung up. It was going to be your first time back to Arizona in a long while. You were one of the few prides of the Arizona hockey world. You paved the way for many to see Arizona as a hockey state making you semi important. You were one of the firsts to get to a pro-hockey league. After playing a few years in Europe and a few years of playing for the US national team, decided to play for the newly National Women’s Hockey League on one or their teams, the Boston Pride.

When your plane touched down your sister was waiting there to pick you up. She engulfed you into a huge hug. “I can’t believe you’re here right now,” she smiled at you. Her skin glowed with a tan from the Arizona sun. “Max has been calling me making sure you didn’t bale out on him,” she told you as she threw your luggage in her car. You rolled your eyes., “You know I’ve only really met Max in person a few times and yet he acts like we have known each other our whole lives,” you laughed. Your sister nodded her head in agreement. “I think he’s just an extreme extrovert,” she laughed. You agreed with her.

Max picked you up at your sister’s apartment. His car was sleek and professional, a car that was too expensive for its own good. He called your name as he got out of the car. He wore jeans and a Yotes t-shirt. You smiled brightly at your friend. “Maxi,” you proclaimed as he held his arms open for you to hug. “I can’t believe you are actually here right now,” he whispered to you while he held you in the embrace. You two broke apart and left for the arena. When you arrived to the arena Max led you through while you carried your skates. You passed many players and their families. You grew self conscious comparing yourself to the women. Their bodies were a lot different than yours. They were skinny while you had an athletes’ build, your thighs and arms were thick with muscles. You quickly shook the feeling off, telling yourself that your body was the exact way you wanted it to be. It allowed you to be the athlete you are. Max brought you to the locker room. “Estelle, I thought you weren’t coming till later,” Max said a little too obvious as he saw his girlfriend. She looked at him, “Surprise, I got off early,” she spoke. You looked at Max, everything coming together, “You lied. Estelle was always going to be here,” you laughed in astonishment. Estelle couldn’t help but to laugh, “What gave it away? Max’s inability to act?” she joked affectionately. You couldn’t help but laugh with her. “I told him he wouldn’t be able to pull it off.” You nodded your head to agree with her statement. Max looked at you both, “Okay whatever, I got her here and that’s all that matters,” he stated proudly. You looked at him a bit confused, “why was it so important for me to be here again?” You questioned. Estelle looked at Max with the ‘this was your plan. You tell her’ look. He rolled his eyes at her, “well you see one of my teammates didn’t have anyone to bring to the skate and was a little down about it so I told him I’d bring a friend. Which is you,” he pointed out. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at him. “Why didn’t you just ask me?” “Because you could have said no. Now you’re here and so is Jakob,” he responded while looking over your shoulder. You turned around to see who he was looking at and saw a tall blonde boy walking into the locker room. Your heart raced as you made eye contact with him. You turned quickly back to Max. “I can’t be with him. He’s gorgeous,” you panicked. Your mind raced. No man like that could ever be into you. He was gorgeous. He could have anyone. Estelle and Max looked at you with amusement. “Yes, you can, and he’ll be very impressed by your skating skills,” he argued. You rolled your eyes at him. There was no fighting it now. You were already here. He knew he had won. “Awesome, I’ll go get him,” he said as he passed you. Estelle took a step closer and linked her arm through yours. “I’m sorry I let him do it, but I think this would be really awesome for you. You never know he could be the one,” she whispered to you. “You sound like my roommate every time I have a date,” you responded. She was about to respond when another woman come up to her. “Estelle,” she smiled and hugged your friend. She then turned to you, “hi, I’m Brooke,” she spoke sweetly. You responded with introducing yourself. You weren’t particularly sure how you felt about Brooke but to be fair you didn’t know how you felt about Estelle for a while and now you absolutely love her. Estelle and Brooke kept talking as you looked and examined the locker room. The room was bustling with excitement. You could tell how much the players loved moments like these with their family. As you looked at the players, your competitive side come out. You could definitely beat some of these guys on a one on one. Max and Jakob walked over to you.

The moment Jakob walked into the locker room you caught his eyes. He knew Max was trying to set him up but he didn’t really know what that meant, and to be honest he forgot about it. He had been pretty bummed about being alone for the skate (which is why Max brought you) but after seeing you he was excited. He saw you scan the room and read your emotions like a book. You  were self conscious about the woman around you. Seeing you like that angered him, how could you not see the beauty you held. Then he saw your face soften when you looked at the relationships across the room. When Max’ walked over, Jakob was ready to meet you. Max kept him waiting for a second blabbing on about things. Finally though, he said it was time to introduce you.

Max introduced the two of you. Jakob’s blue eyes looked at you with interest and attraction, something that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. The head coach of the Arizona Coyotes, walked into the room with a few other people followed. His eyes scanned the room and as he passed you, he gave you a small cordial nod. Jakob looked back and forth between you too. “Do you know coach?” he asked. You nodded your head, “Kind of, we’ve met a few times in passing. I think,” you answered. Jakob was very confused. “Was it at a Coyotes events. I know I would have remembered you if I had seen you before,” he was trying to figure out more than complimenting you. You laughed a little at that. “I honestly can’t remember.” The coach began to speak, “We all are excited to have you all here today for the annual loved ones skate. Please enjoy it, without you all I’m sure our boys would not be the players they are. Lets skate!” he said and everyone cheered. “Want me to help you put on your skates?” Jakob whispered in your ear. You looked at him a bit confused. Did Jakob not know who you were. He must not have and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. “If you want?” you responded planning to milk this out a bit. He walked you over to his locker stall and you sat down. He “helped” you put on your skates which seemed ridiculous but it was also nice to be treated. “Have you skated before?” he asked as he stood up and held his hand out to you. You chuckled as you took his hand to help you up. “Umm… yes, i have,” you said a bit vaguely wanting to hold out on telling him who you are. It made you feel like you had the upper hand on this situation. “Well, if you need any help, I will be right with you,” he kindly said. You smiled at him sweetly. Jakob was just being nice and maybe you should just tell him who you are but also it would be fun to see his face. He kept a guiding hand on your lower back as the two of you walked out of the locker room and to the rink. An indescribable happiness filled you when you saw the blank sheet of ice in the arena. It was a feeling that overtook you every time you saw ice. Your face followed upwards to the large arena. You had never played a game in this big of an arena so when you stood there, you tried to imagine it. Jakob watched your face light up in excitement. It was gorgeous. He could stand there looking at you for forever, but you had other plans. “Come on,” you said like a kid on Christmas. You grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the open gate. “Be careful,’ he called as you took a step on to the ice. As you were on the ice you looked up around the arena. Jakob skated next to you. “So this is what you see every time you play?” you said in awe. He nodded his head. In a not to far off distance Max was skating at a high speed towards you. Once he got close enough he turned his skates to a stop, spraying you with ice. You pressed up against Jakob. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you in protection. Max let out a laugh. “Max, I’m going to kill you,” you said. He took off skating. You pushed yourself out of Jakob’s embrace and speed off to Max. You caught up to him with ease as you were faster, and luckily for you, he was nearing the boards. You checked him into them. You stayed in that position, pushing him into the glass, “uncle, uncle,” he pleaded. You finally released him, and he fell to the ice laughing. You put your arms up in victory. “Once again, i’m always victorious and Max Domi isn’t,” you cheered. “What the hell was that,” you heard Jakob skating up behind you guys. You looked at him while trying to compose yourself and slow your breathing down. Max was still laughing on the ground, “what,” you brushed some of your hair out of your face. “You can skate, and skate well,”  he said flabbergasted. Max who was getting up started laughing and fell onto the ice again. “Yeah she can skate, she’s played for like every women’s team in the world,” he exaggerated. You looked down at him and rolled your eyes, and looked back at Jakob. “Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. You were just being really cute and I didn’t want to burst your bubble,” you said sheepishly. “And she’s the devil,” Max pitched in while finally standing on his feet. You looked at him, “Don’t make me push you again,” you glared at him. “That was nothing,” he taunted. “Okay really? Well I know someone who can hurt you, Estelle,” you yelled. Estelle was currently talking to some of the other women but when she heard you call she looked up at you. “Can you come get your man, He’s being a dick” you hollered. She rolled her eyes and looked at Max. ‘Get over her’ she mouthed at him. “tattle tell,” he whispered as he skated towards his girlfriend. You knew she wasn’t going to do anything but get him away from you. “So your a professional hockey player?” Jakob asked. He was totally taken by who you were. You nodded your head and told him your hockey story. The two of you skated around the rink holding hands as he kept asking you about your life. You told him your favorite memory of playing. He told you his. It was really nice to talk to someone so who understood what you were going through but still was curious about it. He thought it was so interesting that you had gotten into hockey as a woman from Arizona. He was impressed. You just fell in love with the sport and because woman’s hockey wasn’t huge here you had to always play with the boys making you always having to work harder to prove yourself. It worked in your favor to get you where you are now. “Are you coming to our game tomorrow?” He asked. You hadn’t actually planned on going to the game as you weren’t going to be in Arizona for too long and tonight but the feelings you had building up for Jakob made you want to say yes. It was a crush in that you knew you shouldn’t pursue but one that you heart was going to make you pursue anyway. You had no control. “I can,” you said to him. His smile grew, “I’m not sure if I should be nervous having you watch me. You actually know the game,” he truthfully joked. You rolled your eyes at him, “You have nothing to worry about. Except if you screw up I won’t ever be able to talk to you again,” you sarcastically spoke. You skated backwards away from him. He shook his head at you. He skated close to you again, “fine, then I won’t give you my jersey to wear.” You kinda stumbled, not expecting him to say that. His hands reached for you effortlessly in a protective way. You looked up into his blue eyes. His smile making you feel weak in your knees. “So, will you wear my jersey and be supportive?” he asked with a teasing tone. “Sure,” you tried to subdue your growing smile, “oh but Max will be pissed,” you joked. Jakob rolled his eyes, “he’ll survive.” The smile on both of your faces. While everyone else was skating, Jakob took you back to the empty locker room. “Stay here while I grab a jersey. Home or Away?” “Home,” you answered. He walked out and you took a minute to settle your heart. You looked around the locker room and smiled. When you woke up this morning you didn’t think you would be having this much fun. In came Jakob and you couldn’t help but have a huge grin on your face. He gave you an amused yet confused look, “What?” he asked. You shook your head at him, “Nothing, I’m just happy,” you responded. He gave you a matching grin, “Here,” he said handing you his jersey. You grabbed it and analyzed it. The Coyotes logo was one you were familiar with but there was a specific happiness in getting a new hockey jersey that over took you.

The next day you were freaking out. You wanted to look good for this game. You wanted to look good for Jakob. You asked Estelle to do your makeup and hair, something she was better at than you. She gladly did it. You wore your favorite jeans and knee high boots. Something you normally would never pair with a hockey jersey but Estelle said it was the normal thing women wore to games.

The first period of the game was intense. The Arizona Coyotes were a physical team and it was getting a rise at the opposing team, Jakob was in the thick of it being a bigger guy. But the second period you were worried for the team. The game was getting dangerously physical and the referees were not taking control of the game. The ice team came out to clean the ice, the jumbotron showed you sitting in your seat. You looked at it a bit surprise but you relaxed as they began to introduce you over the speakers. They told the crowd how many accolades you won as a hockey player, they even showed some clips from your career. They then showed some pictures of you in an (at the time Phoenix) Coyotes Triple A jersey as a young child. The announcer then said how important you were to Arizona and hockey there. You waved to everyone graciously as it showed you again. The arena cheered in gratitude and the players from both benches banged their sticks against the ice and the boards. You were grateful for this moment and a bit embarrassed but you tried to not let it show. Finally when the jumbotron stopped showing you, you looked for the player wearing the number 6. You could see his electric blue eyes staring at you. You smiled and turned your shoulder just enough for him to be able to see his number 6 on it. His mouth grew into a large grin then he returned his focus to the game.

Your nails were nonexistent by how anxious you were. The game was in OT and you had never felt this connected to a game you weren’t a part of. 3 minutes were left in Over Time and Jakob and Max were on the ice. The Coyotes passed the puck a few times and it ended up on Max’s stick. He was quick to pass across the ice to Jakob, where he took a quick slap shot. It soured pass the defensemen and the goalie into the net. The arena went wild and you were no exception. You were screaming and so was everyone else. You hugged Estelle as she was super excited for the team. She had been through a lot of the losing so any when was a good one.

The moment you saw Jakob your adrenaline was still running high so you launched yourself at him. “Oh my gosh you did amazing!” You cheered. He caught you effortlessly and chuckled. When your feet where back on the ground he kept his arms around you. You stood there in his arms and looked up at him. His blue eyes capturing your heart. “The jersey looks amazing on you,” he commented. You couldn’t trust yourself to respond outlaid so you just smiled. “Why don’t you greet me like that,” you hear Max pout to Estelle. You rolled your eyes at him. “So I was thinking,” Jakob pondered, “that maybe I could take you out before you leave?” he asked shyly. Your smile grew into a full toothy grin. “I would love that.”

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Gotham” S1E11

Yeah, some of these reactions aren’t gonna be posted in chronological order because A) I’m wrapping up my school year so there’s a lot of homework to be done still and B) I have limited time so bear with me here.

AN:  I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.

Is this a play?

*yells at one of the performers for incorrectly pronouncing “vessel”*

Is this supposed to be Maxie Zeus?

This has to be Maxie Zeus because there’s lightning in the background...

He’s [the main performer] a good singer...

*One of the inmates attacks the performers*  Oooh OK, that’s not good!

Oh my gosh, the old fashion nurse outfits!

Why are they blaming it on him [Jim]?!?

“Officer Gordon is responsible for security on this wing, a task he seems unable to manage.”  Dude, give him some slack!

“Any more incidents and I'll have you placed on the remedial duty roster.”  Dude.

“Think you can't fall any further? Think again.“  *voice cracking*  Dude, give him some slack!  C’mon!

Lee!

“He’s [the inmate] fine.  He’s just sleeping off his meds.”  “I’m [the inmate] trying. Get a room you guys!”  Haha!

Behold the start of a relationship that’s probably gonna go downhill in about... a season and a half.

[Selina] You’re sleeping underneath a staircase while it’s raining?  C’mon.

C’mon, she [Ivy] needs help.

*Selina helps Ivy up*  There you go.

*Selina and Ivy decide to squat in Jim’s apartment*  Ohhhh, OK.

JIm’s apartment is BIG. 

Do Barbara’s parents come from money or something?  Are they RICH?

Seriously, they need to put a brace on Oswald so that his leg could get fixed.

“Inflation is a bitch.”  It is.

*The cops knock out Cobblepot*  Ohh!

I like the different variants of the opening theme.  Like this one is a sad one with the slower notes...

“These are electrode wounds.“  That’s what I thought.  With one on each side of the temple, it’s bilateral (so like how you see every stereotypical electroshock therapy treatment happen in media)

That’s a 200 year old building?  Really?  Didn’t they say they were gonna work on renovating it [Arkham Asylum]?

Frogman?  Was he a really obscure comic book villain back in the day or what?

AN:  Get the hell outta here, he was...

Isn’t there a security camera in every wing though in Arkham?

“Really? You don't think I [Fish] could run the family?”  “I don't know, why not? Women's lib and all that. But fair play, Jimmy is next in line.“  Doesn’t Falcone has sons? 

Yeah there’s Alberto and Mario and he also has Sofia.

Ohhhhh MY GOD, IT’S ALASTAIR FROM SUPERNATURAL!

Oh my God, it’s the same actor [Christopher Heyerdahl]!

“Lying? Aaron never lies, Mr. Gordon. He doesn't have the concept. Poor, peaceful soul that he is.”  He killed his family with an ax. Isn't that what you did, Aaron?”  “Never harmed a fly before or since.”  ... that nurse is a fantastic judge of character.  Not.

[Selina perches over the side of a building] *whispers*  That’s gonna be Bruce’s job next!

There’s a lot of Dutch angles in this episode for some reason

That pan over of Arkham looks like something straight out of the video game.  That’s cool!

OK, it has to be Alastair [Gruber]...

Are we bringing in the Electrocutioner?!?

How does no one hear that [the screams of the next victim]?!?

“One man ends up a vegetable while the other recites Shakespeare on a loop.“  What Shakespeare play is that?  Is that “The Tempest?” 

AN:  Yes

“You [JIm] want me [Dr. Lang] to call the police!”  “No. I already called them.“  Oh my God, Jim!

“Have you [Barbara] spoken to Jim recently?”  “Why would I? Renee, you don't have to be jealous of Jim.  I’m over him.”  Dude!

[Barbara] You can’t even find your purse?!?

Third degree assault?  That’s a thing?

Ohhh, what’s going on?

Oh, is Butch gonna turn on Fish?

I actually do like this sense of honor and respect that other members of different Italian mobs have toward each other.  Also, they’re very accepting of each other and their differences (even though they’ll strike out at each other behind each other’s backs).  It’s this weird nicety that occurs and I like it, even though some of it probably doesn’t happen in real life.

“It's soothing... like a bonsai tree.“  BONSAI!!!

BONSAI!!!

“What’s a bonsai tree?”  Have you not seen “The Karate Kid?”  Seriously!

Is Butch gonna turn?  That’ll be interesting.

That’s his [JIm] office?!? 

Oh no, they turned the stage in the rec center into his office, OK.

The actress playing the nurse looks like the same lady who played Frenchie in “Grease”

Oh wait, is she [Nurse Dorothy] the one?  No..... really?

*cups hands around mouth*  You need backup!

*Dorothy lets all the inmates loose*  Ohh snaaaappp!

Craaaaaap...

Or is she [Dorothy] in cahoots with Alastair [Gruber] there?!?

*Dorothy gets trampled to death by the inmates*  Oh craaaappp...

*Ivy pretends to be a “friend” of Jim’s over the phone with Barbara*  Ivy, you... oh my GOD!

“When Dorothy Duncan was a 16 year-old nursing student she killed five kids with poison candy. For homework, she said.“  Oh.

“Do you [Oswald] know what hubris is?”  Pride.

“Holy mother, you [Oswald] stink!”  Haha!

So Penguin’s like a triple agent at this point, right?

IT WAS HIM [Gruber]!  He’s the Electrocutioner!

“Hello, Dr. Lang.”  Hooo.....

If Gruber’s first name is Hans, I’m gonna yell.

“Sorry I had to run. I very much wanted to enjoy a proper chat with you before I left but that's show business. I've been practicing my skills on these sad creatures for a while now. Electricity is an amazing thing. It can work wonders. Nurse Dorothy was an early success. This last time, I think I finally got one just right. Bravo to me. But time to go. It was nice to meet you, Jim. I hope to see you around. All the best, Jack Gruber.“ 

That was awesome!  And the music playing over it!

*silently jams out to “In the Still of the Night” by the White Satins*

Ohh, so he [Butch] is gonna betray Fish!

*Butch shoots and kills JImmy*  NoOOO-OH MY GOD

Color grading!  All the blue!

*silently jams out to “It’s All In The Game” by Tommy Edwards*

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Alright ladies of my blog

It's time for sorority talk. It's an important topic to address mainly cause no one who's going into one for the first time knows how they really work. (I'll do a separate post assisted by my friend Zachary for fraternities for my bright-eyed and excited first time frat boys)

Ooookay so first things first I'm not going to encourage you or discourage you from joining a sorority. The information is here so you can make the choice for yourself on if it feels like a good environment for you.

Pros

A sorority will give you a feeling of security and friendship on your first hard year in college, and keep those friends close by as you progress!

9/10 your sorority sisters will have your back. Dude all over you at a party and you want him to leave you alone? Call your sisters. Too sick to go to class but one of your sisters has the same class? Ask her to video it or open up a live stream of it for You! Don't want to go to the gym alone? Never met a sister who wasn't game for a workout session.

You will have older girls in the sorority- this is a great one. Little freshman you can turn to your older sisters for advice or study help! Can't pass bio 121? Ask cindi for help, she's a grad student in biochemistry and will school your ass in study techniques.

People to help you scout out classes when you first get there. I've said before I recommend freshman move-in week as a good time to wall around campus and find all the places your classes will be at but having a group of friends who CAN'T leave you behind will make it a bit less nerve-wracking to be out there for the first time.

I know this isn't as important but you'll be almost certain to get invited to a few parties during the beginikng of school. I know this doesn't seem important and you should be really careful, especially if it's a frat party because those can get out of control FAST but meeting people at these parties can also be important. Networking during your first year can make a huge difference in finding a job during the end of your 4th year.

Quite frankly there will almost certainly be a maxi or a tampon somewhere in the house. No one will ever say you can't have a couple of theirs. It's part of the #girlcode

The diversity in the kinds of sororities you can join is magnificent! There are academic sororities, Greek life sororities (I don't recommend. You'll probably fail out of your freshman year if you join one of those.) There can be major-based sororities and even athletic sororities.

Not all sorority girls are stupid and easy like you'll often see in the movies. Most are actually pretty intelligent and have a good motive in life. Don't get me wrong, there are the kinds of girls you'll see in movies but there are much fewer than most girls expect.

CONS

Dress codes. You heard me. Most sororities will have dress codes you have to follow just like in high school, except these codes border more on uniforms really (examlpe: when weather is cold you must all wear the same black base, Brown fur-lined coat, usually a pretty pricey brand, black leggings must be worn to all school events with your sisters, etc.)

Sororities are expensive. Well you didn't think being a stranger taken in as a sister among these girls was cheap did You? Prices vary but you may as well be adding a semester onto your tuition.

Hazing. Jesus, ya know it's supposed to be illegal to haze new initiates because kids kept getting hurt or getting alcohol poisoning but that doesn't stop a lot of places. Fair warning: hazing can be a pretty sadistic process (though it's more commonly so in fraternities rather than sororities) who knows, maybe the one you join doesn't haze anyone at all! If not, great! If so then just be really careful babes.

You'll more than likely be required to go to x-amount of frat parties. Usually this falls in with the Greek life sororities but hey, I don't know where you're going. Parties can be fun but they can damage your grades soooo horribly if not attended in moderation. I'm not saying a few will kill you, but don't be hitting them every weekend guys.

Diet requirements. Yup. Not all sororites have these but I know of a few. Must eat (x) many greens today, must have less than (x) grams of sugar, must only way (x) kind of bread, etc. Again it's rare that I've seem such requirements, and even then a few of them were actually pretty healthy requirements, but just careful guys. Sisters that you bought aren't worth starving over.

Being treated as a less prominent sister because you are a younger sister. Usually it's house rules. Older you are/longer you've been in the sorority- the more your say counts for. Usually this is a pretty fair and understandable set up but be careful. Sometimes your older sisters can be tyrants and you've got mot choice but to be the pain.

The sorority itself being NOTHING like the information you were given on it. "Quiet place for study that offers companionship and a higher chance of getting your undergrad in 4 years!" May translate to "loud, always in motion house full of girls who really don't get along all that well with a revolving door of guys/girls coming in and out while you try to sleep before your 3-hour exam tomorrow!" Like I said, the truth of it varies with where you are but be prepared!

D R A M A. You know how in high school there were always just those 2 or 3 girls who had to make EVERYTHING into a big deal that's all about them. Yeah you'll likely find a few of those in a sorority house. You can't just ignore them like you can in high school either, cause honey you LIVE WITH THEM. Expect fights to happen every 2-3 business weeks.

Booze. Booze everywhere. Again I don't see a problem with having a drink or 2 at a party underage (if I said otherwise it would make me a hypocrite since I do it) BUT DO NOT STAY DRUNK THE WHOLE DAMN YEAR! your sorority sisters, especially the older ones, will almost certainly always have booze in the house. Be smart my babes, you can't legally go to an AA meeting if you're 19.

Sorority merchandise, holy fucking shit, it's expensive and they usually want you to wear it everywhere. EVERY ONE NEEDS TO KNOW YOU'RE IN ALPHA SUMA CAPITA OR WHATEVER. Like here!

Your sorority house may or may not be on campus. If it's not, quite frankly you probably won't get reported for any of the bullshit you do. If it is, remember it doesn't matter that youre a pretty sorority girl and you were just having a little fun, you're still subject to campus police policy. You'll get arrested and kicked out of the school if you aren't careful.

And with that my babes I leave you to weight the pros and cons list. I would put an undercut but I have no idea how to do so on mobile I'm sorry for that long-ass post. Remember make your choice carefully. Are you willing to out up with ridiculous requirements for a safe and secure place among strangers? Your choice.