#tried some new things with this one ... eeehhh

[milaghoul]

pov: you're literally anyone in Nibelheim after he learned the truth

[silentwhispersinthevoid]

in this ongoing quest - exploration - of aligned, authentic expression ... there are tiny steps forwards, mini-realisations. and then huge blockages, that kick up all the frustration and anger and desperation? up again

that old tangle, the old patterns, the creative flow completely blocked again

in other words, I've tried to record some videos. again. and it's ... when I play them throuh in my head, thing flow perfectly. i record them, of course they turn out differently than in my head, but that's fine, that's what I've come to expect

but then - I get stuck. overthinking. overanalysing. and I can't even tell anymore whether the feeling of "eeehhh, not quite" is authentic or coming from the judgmental perfectionist still living inside

ack, even this is kind of writing up the hill.

writing, let's go back to that for a bit, I had this realisation last night in bed that what gets me really excited, right now, when it comes to creative writing, is not so much the writing, the story telling. the PLOT of something. I'm interested in the details. Like, I read this fanfiction, and the last chapter was the fictional discography of one of the main characters. and that really sparked something. I got so excited, like, THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO WRITE

and I remembered that as a teenager, thinking up characters and their stories was way more interesting to me than actually telling the story from the poin where we meet them onwards.

like, think tolkien, but instead of languages, I'd make up people, and instead of world history, I'd make up their history. and then lose intereset.

and as I was lying in bed and thinking about that, yeah, there was this feeling sense of excitement, of joy. of wanting to do that, express that way

right now, I can't bring that feeling back, mostly because I think the mind already went into stuckness-loops over the video thing

the video thing

the writing

like, what exactly IS that feeling right now? it's not really anger. frustration. actually, I think it's panic over not being able to get it right. yeah, that's what it feels like.

like way back in school, I'm sitting a written exam, the clock is ticking down, I'm not finished, I try to rush but now nothing is working, nothing is clicking, I'm blanking entirely and still trying to make this work, get this right/done/finished/complete

THAT'S the feeling.

huh. how do I get myself out of this?

and I so much want out from under this particular shadow, this blockage. there is the feeling underneath, beyond, of simply fun and exploration, curiosity and joy and I KNOW THIS IS MY SOUL

and my consciousness is stuck here, in the panic, the perfectinism, and the panic of not being perfect and right and UGH

so. deep breath. too much attention to the stuckness-loop will only reinforce it. trying to push through it will only reinforce it.

how can I go around it?

there is the sense of, soften, let go, relax, LET YOURSELF SINK DOWN, and I will be able to, like, tunnel under the stuckness and be free

the stuckness is pretty loud. and there is someone very small inside who is very afraid of the stuckness

and another part that is almost paralysed by fear of: I'm feeling the freedom now, but if I make a wrong move, it will catch me and then I will become trapped again and forget what it's like to be free, to feel safe

interesting.

and actually, that kind of goes with the realisation of last week, with the ripples of that realisation, boiling down to:

what is invited is to find new ways of expressing and creating

that is very clear in the feeling, actually. even right now. the mind is flapping and flailing, like, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?? what does that look like? how do????

and I'd like to tell the mind, let it know that this is not about doing. this is really about being.

this is not about getting the words right

this is not about getting the expression right, even

this is about getting the energy right

the rest doesn't matter all that much.

remember? creating for the sake of creating, with the outcome a nice bonus on top? a very distant second priority?

that's how we create artworks.

so, your question, dear mind is now this: how can you take what we learnt from creating art and apply this to creating video?

look, the "old" way of creating isn't working anymore. at all. you know this. I know this. so why keep trying to make it work, when we both know it won't? ever?

can we try something new? can we try - to let feeling drive? just this once? for a test video?

remember, the one of me just babbling was better in quality of sound and light AND ALSO SHORTER than anything we tried to record when coming from a vaguel remembered script.

huh

huh

hm

yeah, so, I don't kow if it's actually possible to do that right now, I have a panicky feeling running around in my sacrum. but it's certainly something to sit with and contemplate and FEEL INTO

and actually, it's a good question: CAN I make a video about a certain topic WITHOUTH coming from a script?

it's certainly something to try ...

(unfortunately, the mere thought of trying sets of the panic again. what the heck is going on, where is this coming from, I mean, it is interesting, sure, but also ARGH)

[yanderemommabean]

Short blurb because I can’t sleep- Yandere teacher x Student reader (University/College)

You’re sitting at the back of the class as the professor hands out papers, that stare causing shivers down your spine when your eyes meet. That look is predatory. As if he’s hungry and barely holding back his anger.

It wasn’t your fault! The guy who brushed against you and told you to “get out of the fucking way” was the one in the wrong! Surely he isn’t mad at you for just taking it on the chin and moving on? Then again this is the same man who managed to control every aspect of your life seemingly effortlessly. There’s no telling what could set him off.

A hand clasps on your shoulder as your paper is laid flat on the desk, your professors voice low and raspy against your ear “Stay back after class”

While the clocked ticked down to the bell, you were draining of color and couldn’t look up from your desk. You were petrified of what could happen, knowing that he saw someone touch you. You didn’t know what he was capable of, which made everything ten times worse as your mind ran wild with ideas.

Fail you? Drive your friends away? Make your family disown you? Beat you and tell you to watch where you’re going? Blame you entirely and make you feel like shit? It’s what everyone else would’ve done!

However, none of those ideas created could prepare you for what happened next.

He gently kneels next to your desk after the class empties, and takes your hand. He strokes it softly with his thumb as he tries to coax you to look at him. “Shh shh shh…you’re ok. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at the man who spoke to you so crudely and touched you. I’m livid, actually”.

You force yourself not to yank your hand away, your breath becoming rapid as you try to think of what to say. “I-I’m sorry” you blurt out, eyes watering as you expect an outburst or some sort of anger induced rant. It was your fault, everything was, it was how you were raised!

“Not your fault, sweetie” he says softly, kissing your knuckles. You weren’t sure how to handle that, your mind drawing a blank as he continued to softly speak. “And it won’t be your fault when he turns up missing on the news. This entire thing that’s about to happen has nothing to do with you, got it?”.

-Mommabean (eeehhh couldn’t decide how to end this but I like the idea nonetheless! Sorry it was just a short blurb beans ;-; )

[moemoemammon]

I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." ���👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

[badwolfrunning]

Just in time for Dot Friday!

Just a cute, sending Dot to college, feels ficlet!

Dot finally got the zipper on her overstuffed suitcase sealed and whooshed out a sigh.

"How's it going, sister sib?" Yakko asked from the doorway. He stood arms crossed loosely leaning against the frame.

"Were you really just standing there watching me struggle?"

"Eeeeeh...no?" Clearly caught he had to laugh, "Consider it payback for moving away."

Dot flashed him a harsh look, "So you're obviously going to help me carry it out to make up for your pettiness."

Yakko rolled his eyes smiling, "Yeah I guess." He moved further into her room now practically bare. Most of what was staying, apparently, were a large poster and the major furniture. But photos, knickknacks, things that made the space distinctly Dot had been packed away ready to once more make their way across the country.

He eyed the suitcase sitting between the siblings.

"I could in fact help you cart this away, leaving me here," He threw his arm across his head dramatically, "All alone-not a sib in sight, quiet days," Yakko leaned onto the bed and started sinking down, "space to myself in the evenings, no one hogging the TV with video games or the landline with gossip. Actually," Yakko abruptly sat up," I was making a point...What was my point again?"

"You need a point to talk now?"

"Nah but I'm sure I was trying to make one."

Dot shook her head, "Your point is that you miss me already!"

Yakko snapped his fingers in feigned realization and jumped to his feet, "That's it!" His hands found Dot's shoulders. He went to say something when a flash of concern crossing his brow, "And you're absolutely sure-"

"Yes! Yakko! I'm sure! I want this, I want to go to college and I want to go back to California."

"Alright, alright, I got it this time, I swear." He put up his hands in defense

"And since I don't want you to feel completely alone like the sad old man you are-"

"-Hey I resemble that-"

"-I'll be back on breaks and I'll call. I promise." 

"I know you will. Won't stop me from missing you."

"As it shouldn't, I'm incredible!"

"Yes you are."

Oh God. 

He was looking at her with 'Dad eyes'. The moniker had been coined at Wakko's graduation from JTAP when the two younger sibs actually had several examples of proud dads to compare him to, ruining Yakko's argument that it wasn't the same thing.

Wakko had been the first of any of them to receive a real diploma, on top of that, his band had just been awarded a chance to record and sell a real single. Yakko was overcome with pride and joy. And as a result was misty eyed for most of the day. 

As much as he tried to play cool, if his sibs were doing something amazing he was usually a goner.

The 'Dad eyes' look itself was something caught between sadness, nostalgia and pride. It was overwhelming to receive. Especially right now. Part of her didn't want him so proud, not while she was so terrified.

This was a big, exciting, intimidating new move for her. She watched both of her brothers make big bold choices like this and now that it was finally her turn, and she was almost petrified!

Truth was, Dot had never known normal life without either of her brothers and now she was going to be completely on her own. 

She didn't remember their parents and whenever she tried to picture them, Yakko's was the only face that came to mind. And she wouldn't see him for at least 4 months.

At least that was on purpose this time.

Dot's breath hitched in her throat as words poured out rapid fire. She launched herself into a hug.

"I haven't even done anything! I wanna tell you not to worry but I don't know if you shouldn't cause I don't know anything about what to expect. I know I'll probably make mistakes and I just don't want you to be disappointed so please just don't be proud of me yet!"

"Dorothy Warner, what are you talking about?!" Yakko pulled her back by her shoulders to look her dead in the eye incredulous, "Not be proud of you?!"

He looked up, her vanity mirror was still just behind her, "Here," he turned her to it. 

"Look.” 

She looked bleary-eyed into the mirror at the two of them. “Look at you, Dot. Look at this incredible, vivacious, intelligent young woman I get to call my sister." 

Dot sniffled not realizing how much she'd teared up until now. Yakko's voice was nasally, he was tearing up too.

But he kept his tone soft and steady hand on her shoulder, "You will probably make mistakes, it's true. But I am never more than a phone call away and no matter what I will always be proud to call you my sister."

"And you'll try not to worry?"

"I promise to try but beyond that eeehhh," he let out a watery laugh and sniffled, "Don't hold your breath." With a finger under her chin he lifted her gaze, "You've got a whole world to explore, Dot, I just wish I could be there with you."

"We would make a great road trip comedy," she said trying to leverage the big wet emotions in her throat.

"Like an Extremely Warners Movie?"

"Yikes."

"I'm sure I can find an afro."

"Oh please, no!" Dot laughed composing herself, "No I...I want to do this one myself. Just me."

"Alright-" they were interrupted by a knock on the front door which subsequently opened. Babs' voice calling out,

"Hey college kid, you ready?"

"Well all aboard," Yakko checked his watch, "5 minutes early as per usual. Come on, kiddo, let's get this stuff outta here, huh?"

Dot nodded and grabbed the smaller of the bags while Yakko took the larger. By the time he rounded the corner Dot was greeting Babs with a quick hug. 

The Warner sister headed past the door.

"We could use just one more set of hands," Yakko said, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Darn and me without any excuses."

With Babs' help everything was set in about oneish trips down the apartment elevator. The -ish being Dot doing one last sweep of her room to make sure she had everything. 

She tried to shake the obvious thoughts protruding about how perfect this all seemed for exactly 3 people. More tears stung her eyes. Hot, angry tears. 

Stupid Wakko. Stupid band. Stupid tour! She teetered around mentally, cursing out her second oldest brother.

Dot took a deep breath as she left her room and paused outside Wakko's door. 

No. Not stupid Wakko, though he certainly seemed to try to earn that title. Today was exciting. Plus, she'd see Wakko again on the break. He was set to be home for Christmas this year. They'd actually get to spend it together. 

The Warners three finally back in the same place at the same time. She couldn't wait. But first. Dot exited her brother's room with his favorite blue hoodie in hand.

Dot pulled the apartment door shut tight and locked it, pocketing her keys. Her hand lingered on the door, so sue her she was a bit theatrical after all. 

She took a deep breath, took her hand back and made her way back down to Babs' car. 

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"Yakkoooooo!" 

He knew he should let go but he couldn't seem to get his arms to respond. 

"Okay, okay." The fur under his eyes was noticeably damp and slightly matted. "You sure you have everything you need-"

"Yes, Yakko, I have everything except a brother who can remember to breathe!" 

Dot shouldered her carry on and turned to Babs who offered what reassurance she could, "Don't worry, I've got him."

"Thanks, Babs." The older girl offered a quick hug, lingering her arm over Dot's shoulders.

"But if I have to handle his panicked mess because you forgot to call, I'll get you," she winked and intercepted Yakko's hand before he could trap his sister in another bone crushing hug.

Dot stepped onto the foot of the escalator. Here we go.

She turned to wave, "Bye!"

Yakko was still waving as Dot disappeared over the escalator to catch her flight. Sending her off was somehow even more difficult than it was with Wakko.

Babs looped her arm in his as if stopping any instinct he might have to go after her. "Come on," she pulled him lightly and he followed reluctantly. 

They climbed into her car and set off. The ride was mostly silent. Yakko's eyes had set solidly outside the window. 

Part of him was glad they weren't in LA. It was harder to picture his sibs as small as he wanted them to be when the city that surrounded him only knew them as teenagers. Still, every five minutes or so he felt his stomach clench and his heart rate picked up. 

It had been years since either of them actually fit in one of his arms, despite his having grown significantly too. 

His baby sibs weren't babies anymore. Well, they hadn't been for a very long time. But for some reason everytime he remembered that it hit like the first.

Wakko had been going nonstop around the world, a literal rockstar that never failed to impress and inspire him.

Dot decided to go to college with a focus in production and film business. There was no doubt in his mind she could revolutionize the industry should she choose.

Both of them had exceeded everything he ever thought would be remotely possible for them.

And Yakko himself? He was sure to find his own new adventure soon. 

They rolled to a stop at a light and Babs took his hand with a squeeze, "You good?" 

Her blue eyes shone in the early morning light.

Then again, maybe he already had. He squeezed her hand back, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and he nodded. 

"Yeah. Yeah I'm good."

[chibimyumi]

Hello there, Chibimyumi. I was wondering that if there were any Black Butler OVAs from seasons 1-2 that you enjoyed. My personal favorite was the Trancy Household OVA as it perfectly shows off the new cast from season 2 better than the first episode. I would've just preferred if season 2 just focused on the original characters and not force the original ones to come back.

Dear Anon,

Hello～! Yes, I actually did enjoy the ‘Hamlet’ OVA from season I and ‘The Making of Kuroshitsuji’ from this season that doesn’t exist ^^

‘That Butler, Performance’

In the second half of the first season Kuroshitsuji just went wacko, and yet it had the gal to take itself so seriously. The Hamlet OVA however, was something of a silver lining in the awful situation that was the first season. Incidentally it’s also the only thing that makes the 4-episode DVD sorta worth the ridiculous price I paid.

The Hamlet OVA stopped attempting to take itself seriously and just had its eyes set on sheer entertainment. Do I think the full potential of the Kuroshitsuji characters/cast was used? No, but at least the OVA didn’t waste it. There was a bit of bitter-irony alongside over-the-topness, but it didn’t try to shove any of it in your face. For once I thought the anime balanced the humour and the edginess of this series well. In short, unlike the rest of the series, the OVA was appropriately self-aware.

Also, Ranmao as seaweed was bliss. More than 10 years have passed, and sometimes when I or my friends eat wakame we still hum “wakame, suki suki♪”.

‘The Making of Kuroshitsuji’

If the second season had existed it would have been GOD AWFUL. The makers knew that the second season was a flop... so OH THEY TRIED TO MILK the OVA potential to get SOME, ANY, DVD sales. There were OVAs for EVERY DVD as opposed to the first season only having the OVA for the last disc.

All OVAs for the second season were (almost) as awful as the season itself, save for ‘The Making of’. The reason this OVA was palatable was for a similar reason as the Hamlet one; it didn’t take itself too seriously and pretend it’s actually good. Some ‘making ofs’ are just always fun, and this premise saved itself from having to write a story that’s actually Kuroshitsuji while the team was woefully incompetent. It’s like these writers only read fan-comments for the first season, decided they knew enough and thought: “we can do a sequel! What could possibly go wrong?”

The ‘making of’ OVA isn’t as well done as it could have been; I would have loved to see how the “cast” actually consisted of actors who would, you know, act? rather than “here, play a supernatural/19th century version of yourself”. I think the ONLY persons in the entire OVA who were actually acting were Alois and Randall. Off-camera they were different people than their roles, and it was cute.

Season II as stand-alone?

Eeehhh.... had the second season focused on Alois and Claude instead, then it’d still have the same chance to either fail miserably or become actually good. If they had been the only protagonists the writers would have to be VERY careful in not making a knock-off version of Sebas and Ciel, while also making sure the audience wouldn’t go: “why is this Black Butler II?” And everyone knows people are fan of the first series mainly because of Sebas and Ciel, so I understand they’d want to capitalise on their popularity.

Albeit begrudgingly, I do have to admit that re-introducing Sebas and Ciel in opposition to the new master-servant-duo was a good choice. But that’s about it. The cause of all failure was that the creators were trying to eat the cake and have it too.

【 Click for a dissection of what this cake is and my angry rant.】

The first episode started trying to fool the audience into thinking that Alois and Claude were the new protagonists. The moment Sebas was reintroduced however, suddenly the nostalgia in old fans would forbid Alois and Claude to ‘replace’ our old duo as protagonists. The old duo couldn’t be the antagonists, and becoming a team was just unlikely. Where would the tension be then? Ciel’s revenge was already ‘solved’, after all. It is not for nothing that Season II tried to desperately rehash the literal same revenge plot.

So, from the moment Sebas appeared the new duo was relegated to side-characters or antagonists. Fine, fine! That’s not the end of the world, but then the creators would need to be competent enough to make sure the fans could genuinely be team Trancy or team Phantomhive, or actually enjoy both. But because Claude was written as the thief who stole Sebastian’s very payment for his work, it made it very hard for anyone to root for Claude’s cause. Sure, then perhaps he could still become a worthy villain to Sebas to, a genuine threat who is not just a demon himself too, but one with demon allies!

But even with four extra demons on his side Claude proved to be hopelessly ineffective in actually becoming a real threat to Sebas (except when PLOT CONVENIENCES happened). And then the series was juggling multiple balls all named ‘main plot’... and dropped all of them.

The following summarises the relations in Season II

Claude x Alois as the protagonists.

Then suddenly insert a Sebas + suitcase → Claude x Alois = antagonists.

Then the focus of the series turned to Sebas & Ciel’s re-revenge. Claude serves Alois, but Alois himself has nothing to do with Ciel, meaning that the two masters have no direct conflict, which meant that Claude & Alois were further relegated as side characters. Ermmm?????

Then Alois became Ciel’s antagonist...because plot. Ô_Ó

But then Claude was not really Sebas’ antagonist anymore... because plot?

And then Claude teams up with Sebas??? Except not really???

AND THEN HANNAH TURNED OUT TO BE THE BIG BAD I think?! But then she was not the big bad...(=o=)

And then at the finale EVERYONE is a loser! ^▽^

Dear Season II, are Alois and Claude THE PROTAGONISTS, ANTAGONISTS, VILLAIN-PROTAGONISTS, or SIDE CHARACTERS!? Choose ONE (or actually develop these characters). Also, are contracts the strongest thing ever for demons or not!? You can’t say it’s both a magical bond with draconian laws and also treat it like a pinky swear between five year olds.

Season II: “NO! I will eat the cake, claim to have baked the cake but not touch the cake, and also have it!”

Related posts:

More angry rants about the anime seasons I and II

My ratings for the Kuroshitsuji animes

Would I support a new faithful adaptation of Kuroshitsuji?

Yana’s opinion on the anime

SebaCiel and the anime’s populism

[rexcoatlarchive]

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When Rex first came to Chaldea he brought with him a few items from home. Clothes, books, games, a few plushies, his dog, among many other items. But two of these items were intrinsically linked to magecraft: first was a very large journal filled with knowledge of magecraft from almost every corner of the world. Second was a large green feather. Both of these were given to him by his ancestor/magecraft predecessor.

The feather was to be used as a Catalyst to summon a mighty warrior king that said ancestor served in his heyday, as it was originally a part of said king's headdress. Little did he know that that very king was the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl. When Rex used said feather to summon a servant the mighty serpent was who came before him.

Since then many things had happened to the pair. Rex and the goddess Quetzalcoatl fell in love and formed a relationship. They had been separated for a time only for the young master to use that feather to reunite with her. Eventually they got even closer and got married. And then due to a mistake on Rex's part an alter of the goddess was created.

But one day Rex got curious. The feather summoned her two times without fail, but what would happen if he tried to use it while she was already summoned? Many catalysts could summon more then 1 servant, like a piece of the round table or part of the Argo could summon a multitude of powerful servants.

Of course if he wanted to satisfy his curiosity he'd want to clear it with his wife first.

Quetz: ...I'm not sure about that.

Rex: why not?

Quetz: well who'd even come? It's from one of my headdresses from back in the day, but I'm already here.

Rex: while that's a fair point, I'm still very curious. And even if it didn't work we'd still probably get something, the summoning would just ignore the feather at that point.

Quetz: si pero... I have a bad feeling for some reason.

Rex: ...well if you don't want to then we don't have to.

Quetz: ok...

Later that night in their room Quetz got the question stuck in her head. What would happen? Would another servant get summoned? Would nothing happen? Would another her get summoned? Could that even happen?

She decided that maybe she needed to know.

Quetz: mi amor, wake up

Rex: *sleepy* hmmm? What is it?

Quetz: I was thinking maybe we should try it out

Rex: try what?

Quetz: the feather, maybe we should try the summoning.

Rex: you sure?

Quetz: well... that conversation we had earlier got me thinking of so many possibilities and now I can't help but be curious.

Rex: ...I guess we could... if that's ok with you

The two went to the summoning room, and Rex placed the green feather near the center.

Rex: before we do this, you have to be 100% sure that you're OK with this. Because we don't know what'll happen, and we have to be prepared for whatever happens

Quetz: I understand mi amor, and I'm prepared for whatever comes out of there

Rex: alright, hope nothing bad happens

Rex pulled on the lever for the summoning and the circle starts up. The column of light bursts and the Caster class symbol is seen

Quetz: caster...

Rex: interesting

Once the column of light dissipated there stood an interesting figure. She was a tall figure, she wore clothing that matched up with Quetz's but more ornate, and she had body paint all over her.

???: Hola! It's so good to see you both again!

Quetz: you! How're you here?

???: I was summoned! You're right there next to the summoning device, I thought it was obvious.

Quetz: aaayyyye

The new figure was the other Quetzalcoatl that they had encountered other times on their adventure, first in Babylon then in Solomon and much more. Now she was properly summoned to Chaldea, but changed to Caster possibly because the original was already Rider.

Rex: well that's... interesting.

Quetz2: and it's so good to see you too cute little master!

Rex: yeah, it's nice to see you too I guess.

Quetz: please don't flirt too much. We're married now

Quetz2: really! That's amazing! Congratulations! I'm so happy for you two!

Quetz: ...gracias

Rex: so now you're finally properly summoned here as a true chaldea servant. It's so weird to think about, never considered that to happen.

Quetz2: well I guess it has to do with this catalyst *she says as she picks up the feather*

The original Quetzalcoatl went over and took the feather back.

Quetz: we're never using this again

Quetz2: eeehh, are you unhappy with seeing me?

Quetz: you're always flirting with mi amor. It's a bit irritating.

Quetz2: I'm sorry but I can't help it. Besides we're the same person and you fell in love with him, so doesn't that make perfect sense?

Quetz: .....hmmm

Rex: please relax mi corazon, she won't go too far

Quetz2: right, I'll respect you're marriage. You already know I'd never want to disrupt a marriage.

Quetz: good...

Then out of nowhere someone else came into the room

???: what the hell are you two doing this la- oh, it's her

Quetz2: who is this?

Quetz: ...she's my... alter, Kukulkan.

Quetz2: eeehhh?! How?!

Kuku: well wouldn't you like to know

Rex: I fucked up with using a grail and accidentally made her.

Kuku: I know it was a mistake but please talk about it with more tact master.

Rex: sorry...

Quetz2: so there's 3 Quetzalcoatls? Or is there anyone else that you've summoned?

Rex: no, but honestly it's nothing compared to some other servants

Kuku: yeah, there's too many damn Artorias here too.

A/N: so finally here's the next part of my multiclass series. I wasn't super sure how else to implement a Caster class Quetz, so I decided that one that acted as a priestess made sense as in myth Quetzalcoatl acted as a priest king in some stories. That's 6 classes for Quetz so far including the originals, tho one of those 6 still needs to be expanded on.

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The Astronomer and The Florist (Chapter 4)

Summery: Logan gets Virgil flowers, Virgil is an idiot and thinks Logan is straight, and Patton and Roman are trying not to throttle them both.

Ships: Analogical & Royality

Warning: (none?) -let me know if I need to add a warning-

( I hope you liked it! I’ma go ahead and say that I don’t know for certain that all of the meanings I gave the flowers are 100% correct, it is just what I found in my research. )

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*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BE-

Logan blindly reaches out and hits his alarm clock. When it didn’t shut up, he threw it. It then shut up.

“Ha!” Logan thought, glaring at the offending noise maker. Logan grabbed his glasses and then looked at his night stand. He smiled when he saw the flower list, excited to work out his plan.

He doesn’t have to go into work until 12:30 today, so he gets dressed, pockets the list, and heads for the flower shop.

When Logan and Virgil were talking last night, Virgil said that he doesn’t have to go to work till 11, so Logan figures he has about an hour and a half to convince and get Patton to help him.

Logan opens the door to the shop. Patton looks up from the counter and smiles. “Hiya Logan! What brings you in so early?”

“Good morning Patton. I have come to acquire your assistants.” Patton looked a little surprised at that. “Of course kiddo, what’s up?”

Logan raised his eyebrows at the ‘kiddo’, but decided to leave that question for another time.

“Well, you see,” Logan began, “last night Virgil helped me realize that I wanted to teach, and because of his advice, I proceeded to get into contact with my old Professor. It turns out that he was planning to retire anyways, and is going to ask the College Board if I can be his successor.”

Patton’s smile grew and he clasped his hands in front of him. “That’s great Logan! Though I’m not sure what you need my help with?”

“Ahh, yes, well...” Logan stutters a bit, suddenly becoming a bit flushed. “I have a list of... flowers I want to give Virgil as a thank you, and I was hoping you could help me make the bouquet before he comes into work.” Logan said sheepishly.

Patton full on squealed. “Eeehhh! Of course I will help you! That’s so sweet! So, what flowers did you have in mind? Do they have specific meanings?” Patton asks in a rush, but he also had a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Logan flushed again, becoming an even brighter red. “Yes, they do have meanings, I thought he would appreciate it more if it did.”

Patton nodded vigorously, heading to get the little basket he uses to carry flowers. “He definitely will! Now, how about you tell me what flowers you need and why, then I will get them and make them into a beautiful bouquet for you to give Virgil?!”

Logan, still a bit flushed, cleared his throat. “That would be... that would be quite satisfactory. Thank you Patton.” Patton just waved away the thanks and smiled. “Thank me after you’ve given Virgil the bouquet. Now, what am I getting first?”

Logan then proceeded to tell Patton some of the flowers that were on his list.

“Sweet Peas as a thank you for quality time.”

“Hydrangeas as a thank you for understanding.”

“Campanulas to express gratefulness.”

“Chrysanthemum as a thank you for friendship.”

“Iris’s to symbolize a great care for a new friendship.”

Then Logan got to the part of his list that were no longer thank you’s.

“Gardenias for... secret love or crush.” Logan whispered. Patton literally jumped and awed when he heard that, startling Logan.

“Please continue!” Patton urged.

“Blue Violets for affection.”

“Pink Rose for love and gratitude.”

“White Lotus’s for hopefulness.”

“And finally, White Carnations for luck.”

Patton, having successfully gotten every flower requested, then looked up. “I understand almost all of the flowers, but what about the last two? Why would Virgil need to be hopeful and have luck?”

Logan froze, and chuckled nervously. “Well, those are more for me.” Patton furrowed his eyebrows and Logan continued. “You see, I plan to ask him to join me in a social gathering, that could be viewed as romantic, and I thought the flowers would be appropriate.

Patton instantly started jumping up and down. He put down the basket and gave Logan a quick hug.

“That is simply too cute! Oh my gosh, I have some purple ribbon in the back that Virgil LOVES! Let me go get it!”

Patton got the ribbon and immediately set to tying up the bouquet. As soon as he was done, he hands the purple bound bouquet to Logan.

As soon as Logan has the bouquet in hand, Virgil walks through the door.

Virgil looks up and sees Logan in front of Patton. Virgil smiles, and then he sees the bouquet. It is very pretty, filled with pinks, purples, and whites while tried in a purple ribbon that Virgil really liked. Virgil knew what the flowers in the bouquet meant, and he knew that Logan had gotten them based off of their meanings, because Logan told Virgil last night that is how he buys all of his flowers. Based off of their meanings.

“Nice ‘thank you’ bouquet,” Virgil said, suspiciousness heard in his voice by Patton. “Who is it for?”

Logan, ever the poster of eloquence, responded with, “Uhhhh...” Virgil walks over to Logan and raises his eyebrows in question.

Logan said, and I quote, “they are for a person. A person I am very thankful for their help. Because, as you said, it is a thank you bouquet. For a person.”

Patton fought the urge to facepalm. Logan was a bit nervous. He didn’t plan how he would give Virgil the flowers, he just planned what flowers to give. So now Logan didn’t know what to do. Also, Virgil looked really good in his skinny jeans and purple hoodie, so Logan had a hard time thinking straight.

Virgil is a bit confused and weary. He really likes Logan, and Logan is holding a bouquet full of flowers that mean ‘thank you’ and ‘I like you’. Virgil knows for sure that the flowers aren’t for him, and that makes him very sad. He just didn’t know why Logan didn’t want to tell him who they were for.

Roman entered the store in the midst of Logan and Virgil staring at each, and Roman just looked at Patton. Patton just shook his head and waved Roman over with a look that said “please don’t make noises and come watch these two oblivious idiots with me.”

So Roman naturally went behind the counter and stood next to his boyfriend as quietly as he could.

While Roman went to stand next to Patton, Virgil asked Logan about the bouquet again. “What’s wrong Logan? Cats got your tongue?” He asked in false snark.

Logan went from looking nervous to being completely baffled. “No, my tongue is in my mouth and I don-“

“Logan, buddy, it’s a figure of speech.” “Oh. Uhh, well then.” Logan says while fixing his tie.

He sees Virgil smirk, and decides that the only proper way to give Virgil the bouquet and ask him out is by making him blush as much as Logan was right now.

“You see Virgil,” Logan started, his voice taking on an a more silky tone and making Virgil blush slightly.

“I have recently meet someone who is very spectacular, as well as very attractive. They helped me quite a bit, and I decided that I wanted to treat them. So the flowers are for someone I am particularly fond of, and wish to accompany me on what could be seen as a romantic outing.”

Patton and Roman tried not to erupt in cheers, and looked at Virgil. Virgil has gone very pale, and something akin to a mixture of sadness and disbelief flashed over his face before his expression slammed down into a schooled look of boredom and faint intrigue.

Virgil couldn’t believe he was so stupid. Of course Logan was as straight as his tie. That was just Virgil’s luck. He should have been less careless with his feelings. He was never believing Roman again.

Roman must have just been joking when he said that Logan found Virgil attractive, after all, how could a guy like Logan be gay? For Virgil?

The purple ribbon and pink flowers will make some girl very happy.

“Oh, do you now? Please, tell me more about this person.” Virgil said, trying not to sound sarcastic and hurt.

Patton noticed that something was off, but he didn’t know what. Logan, however, seemed to that as a challenge.

“Oh, they are awesome. We actually share a few interests. They love the sky, are super sweet, very helpful, and objectively the most attractive person I have ever had the pleasure of gazing upon.”

Virgil gets noticeably paler and starts to feel a bit nauseous. He doesn’t think he can take much more of Logan talking about how awesome his soon-to-be girlfriend is.

“That’s great Logan.” Virgil said, slight hurt seeping our and being heard by everyone.

“That’s cool. So what is her name?”

Roman gave up on being silent and faceplams. Patton has never been more disappointed in his dark strange son. Patton knows that Virgil can be oblivious and self-deprecating, but this was just plain stupid.

Logan looked he had a Window Error screen behind his head. He unfroze, and looked at Virgil with a look of complete confusion and utter bafflement. “What did you say?”

Virgil rolled his eyes at Logan, trying not to feel even more hurt. “I just asked what her name was Logan. The girl your going to give the flowers to? If you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. I was just curious.”

Roman made a strangled sound and Patton whacked his arm. Both Virgil and Logan looked at the couple briefly, having forgotten that they are there, before turning back to look at eachother.

Logan cleared his throat and decided to help Virgil see how this situation wasn’t the only thing not straight.

Logan stepped closer to Virgil, who stepped back a bit. Logan had a very, very serious expression on his face. He was kind of scaring Virgil.

Logan leans in, opened his mouth and says in a completely calm and cool manner...

“Please tell me everything about myself that made you think I am straight, so I can change it immediately.”

Patton choked at Logans brashness and Roman cheered at the fact that his best friend had just used one of his line! Ha! And the line seemed to work wonders.

Virgil blushed because he realizes how close he and Logan are standing, and also at the meaning behind Logan’s words. Virgil mutters something along the lines of, “Sooo... your gay?”

Logan rolls his eyes with a fond look on his face and steps closer to Virgil yet again, Virgil stepping back and hitting the shelf, still a bit uncertain as to if Logan actually meant what he said.

”Yes Virgil, I do identify as gay. And also, these flowers are for you.”Virgil blushes very hard, takes the flowers, and opens his mouth to say thank you.

Instead, “I’M GAY TOO!” Is what he yelled out.

Logan chuckled while Patton facepalmed again. He was going to get a bruise if this kept up.

“Yeah, I had hoped so.” Logan says, leaning into Virgil’s personal bubble slightly. Virgil gulps. “So, would you like to join me in going to the party my job is throwing on Friday? You could see your work in full display.���

Virgil grins shakily and nods. He still couldn’t get over the fact that Logan wasn’t straight!

Logan steps back smirking, completely aware of what he was doing to Virgil, and walks towards the door.

“Excellent. I shall text you more details later. For now, I must go to work.” Logan says, walking out the door.

As soon as the door clicks, Roman and Patton let out twin squeals and turn to Virgil.

Virgil sinks down to the floor, cradling the flowers.

Virgil smells the flowers with a dopey expression. He then looks over at Patton and Roman and says...

“God, I’m too gay for this shit.”

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[five-wow]

i just watched that new preview clip with the pancakes for the first time and it’s given me many feelings so here is a post about my favorite parts (spoiler: everything. my favorite part was everything)

danny opens te door and steve is just posing there like some GQ model. we’re starting out strong in the extraness department

steve doesn’t care about greetings. he doesn’t even pretend to smile. “where’s my girl?” is a very serious question

STEVE’S GOOFY LITTLE DANCE when he moves to the table!!! steve is a GOOF

a steve and grace hug!!!! these last few episodes have been absolute gifts in the hugging department and i love it

steve’s “oh hi hi hi” when he hugs grace, because it’s just? so relieved? he says it on a breath out?

danny SLAPS steve’s hand away from the pancakes and steve is so offended. poor steve. he just wants some of your pancakes, danny

“you don’t need pancakes, she needs pancakes”

grace appreciates steve’s pancake desires a lot more than danny and tries to let him have them, and steve throws his hands up and goes “eeehhh” in celebration and he’s still SUCH A GOOF

AND THEN danny orders steve to put the plate back in front of his daughter. steve: [obeys with a deep sigh and half of an eyeroll]

grace makes up blatant lies about feeling cold to get danny out of the room to fetch her sweatshirt and THE MOMENT grace says this, danny’s eyes flick to steve first. MEANINGFUL DAD TO DAD LOOK

danny calls steve an animal for the second time in under a minute. a classic

grace and steve’s entire conversation is gold!!! danny is helicopter dad #1 and both grace and steve clearly love him so much but they also obviously agree he’s a little overzealous in his helicoptering and what does grace do when it’s too much? SHE GOES TO STEVE

“so much soup!” “soup??? he’s doing soup?” (i can’t do their faces while they say this justice in words, but it’s amazing)

steve tries to explain to grace why danny is being like this and steve is NAILING it here because he’s being a good dad and a good partner at the same time and honestly, marry that man, danny

other people have said this but: they conspire. grace and steve conspire and it is a thing of fluffy domestic beauty

steve, whispering: “give me one of those pancakes.”

danny comes back with the sweatshirt and offers to butter grace’s pancakes and, again, helicopter dad #1, but it’s also very sweet

“you never butter my pancakes.” oh, steve, darling. how are you turning those innocent pancakes into even more of a really terrible euphimism than they already were

“i need you, buddy.” steve has now fully abandoned all attempts at any kind of subtlety. nice.

steve pretends to be worried about taking danny away from grace for this homicide and grace pretends to be disappointed that danny so urgently needs to leave and danny kind of looks like he knows they’re conspiring, but he still goes along with it

grace’s silent “thank you” at steve! steve’s wink at grace! so much conspiring going on here that i’m surprised jerry didn’t spontaneously appear because his conspiracy senses were tingling

THIS CLIP. LOVE IT.

only downside: steve did not get one of those pancakes. hashtag get steve a dannypancake 2k19.

[keichanz]

Neighbors

Eeehhh idk I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now and was just recently inspired to write it out. 

On another note aihasdgafjlahila think I just created another series LOL oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AO3 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It was just after 10 pm when he walked through the door to his apartment and the first thing he noticed was that she was singing again. Despite being exhausted and damn near dead on his feet – the shop was busy as hell today – an amused grin lifted the corners of his lips and his ears perked up, straining to hear the pleasant melody through the ceiling where it floated down to him.

His apartment building had a new tenant and she’d moved two weeks ago into the apartment right above his own. At first he’d griped and complained, not wanting to have another fucking elephant above him that stomped around at all hours of the night and was generally loud as hell like his previous neighbor had been. But after the first night and he woke up feeling surprisingly well rested, Inuyasha realized much to his pleasure that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad this time around.

Then before he knew it, the first week flew by and the only thing he’d heard from her was her soft footsteps crossing to each room and the gentle sound of her voice singing a tune. It was definitely an improvement as far as he was concerned, so Inuyasha had no complaints thus far.

Flicking his ears, Inuyasha determined she was directly above him considering how clear he could hear her and he registered a faint clinking sound, like glass softly knocking into each other. Idly he wondered if she was still unpacking some boxes as he reached behind himself to snag his dirty, sweat-stained shirt. He tugged it off, carelessly dropping it to the floor before plopping down onto the couch with a grunt.

As he sat there debating on whether to take a shower first and then eat or vice versa, his neighbor’s admittedly pleasant voice floated down to him and he sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back onto the sofa. He let the melody wash over him, let it drown out all other thoughts as a sense of peace enveloped his mind. His body relaxed into the cushions as the melody lulled him into a deep sense of lethargy, his muscles feeling heavy, a haze clouding over his mind as he drifted further into the realm of peaceful slumber.

Inuyasha was in that blissful state of half-awake and half-asleep when suddenly he was jolted to full wakefulness when the very loud sound of glass shattering came from directly above him accompanied by the shrill echo of a woman’s scream.

He reacted without thinking. Faster than a blink Inuyasha ran for his door, yanked it open and was leaping up the stairs to the second floor in the next second. Flying down the short hallway to the second floor apartment, Inuyasha pounded on the door with a balled up fist, concern for the woman inside making his heart race and his voice frantic.

“Hey!” he called, pounding the door again. “You okay in there?!”

Silence.

“Hey—answer me, dammit!” His hand slammed on the door again. “Wench, if you don’t answer me I’m gonna—!”

Muffled by the door, Inuyasha barely detected the sound of someone inhaling sharply and then a soft cry of distress spurred him into action. Cursing darkly, he grasped the door knob – he scowled upon discovering it was unlocked – and pushed his way inside. Instantly the scent of blood reached his nose and he swore again, hurrying to the kitchen where it was originating from and the sight that greeted him made him very happy that he’d decided to investigate.

Sitting on the floor near a toppled over chair, clutching a hand to her chest and looking very pale, his upstairs neighbor stared at him with wide caramel eyes, mouth parted slightly and he could detect a fine trembling in her body. She appeared to be in shock, frozen in place, and Inuyasha’s concern increased. Forcing his gaze away to take in the rest of the scene, he took in the shards of shattered class that was scattered across the tiled floor and his eyes landed on a cardboard box on its side a little ways away. What appeared to be broken glasses and mugs lied inside and it didn’t take Inuyasha long to guess what had happened.

Frowning as he assessed the damage, although glad that it wasn’t as bad as he’d originally thought, Inuyasha lifted his gaze back toward the woman still staring at him.

“Ya alright?” he asked, voice gruff.

Blinking, she appeared to not have heard at him at first, simply staring at him with those wide brown eyes. He was beginning to fear that perhaps it was worse than it looked, but then she inhaled sharply and gave a single curt nod. Then to his surprise she moved to stand up and Inuyasha reacted swiftly.

“No,” he snapped, gesturing with a hand to stay down as he eyed the sharp glass surrounding her and then the soft soles of her bare feet. “Don’t move. Stay there.”

Thankfully she didn’t argue and sank back down, wincing as she cradled her hand against her chest again. Well, at least now he knew where the blood was coming from.

Inuyasha carefully picked his way through the shattered glass toward the distressed woman in the middle of it, grateful he hadn’t thought to kick his shoes off when he got home. The glass he couldn’t avoid crunched under his boots until finally he crouched down beside her and slipped one arm behind her back while the other went beneath her legs.

“Alright, hang on,” he murmured and she silently reached up to wrap her arm around his neck as he lifted her up. In two short strides he was at the counter beside the sink and gingerly he set her down on it before flicking on the cold tap before gesturing to her hand.

“Lemme see.”

Grimacing, the dark-haired woman still cradled her hand in the other as she stretched out her arm and very carefully Inuyasha took it into his own, mindful of his claws. He couldn’t help but note that she barely seemed aware of them, that or she didn’t care. Either way he was grateful as he carefully pried her fingers open and stuck her hand under the flowing cold water.

She hissed through her teeth and reflexively tried to jerk her hand out of his grasp but he held fast, holding her palm under the water to both wash away the blood and hopefully numb some of the pain. Inuyasha frowned as he assessed the damage, gently prodding the deep gash across her palm with the pad of his finger. His ears pinned when she gasped softly in pain and he muttered a soft apology.

Inuyasha worked in silence for several moments as he cleaned off her hand and deliberated on if it needed stitches or not. Her hand was small in his own, her skin soft, and he liked how delicate it looked in his larger palm. He snuck another glance at her through the fringe of his bangs.

He’d often wondered what she looked like, wanting to match a face to the lovely voice he heard nearly every day, but damn, he never would have imagined she’d be so beautiful. Dark hair that fell in thick waves down her back, large, expressive brown eyes that reminded Inuyasha of melted caramel, and full lips that were just begging to be kissed.

At the moment, however, they were pursed slightly from the pain no doubt radiated from her hand, obviously more intense than she let on, so Inuyasha sought to distract her.

“So what happened?” His voice was huskier than he would have liked and he mentally kicked himself, giving his head a little shake. Focus, idiot!

He saw her blush out of his peripheral and his eyebrows rose slightly, but he otherwise didn’t react.

“I was standing on the chair to put the glasses away on the top shelf,” she answered, her voice a little breathless no doubt from pain and residual shock. “One of them must have broken in the box because when I reached inside, something sharp sliced my hand and I was so startled I dropped the box, lost my balance and down I went.”

She sighed and then wrinkled her nose. “I think I twisted my ankle too, because I can’t move it much.”

As if to prove her point, she flexed her right ankle and winced as it twinged in pain.

Inuyasha nodded, not surprised to hear that he was more or less right on what happened, though he hadn’t known about her ankle. He flicked a glance down at it then back to her hand; it took precedence since it was more severe.

“You’re lucky all you got away with is a cut on the hand and a twisted ankle,” he remarked idly, gingerly brushing his thumb across the gash. “Coulda been a lot worse.”

“Yes,” she whispered and he saw her frown out of the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry, but, how...?”

Inuyasha spared her a quick glance.

“I live downstairs,” he said shortly. “I heard the crash of glass and when you screamed.”

His ear twitched toward her as if punctuating that statement and he watched her eyes light up in delight. He had to resist the urge to smirk in amusement even as bafflement flashed in his eyes. She wasn’t disgusted?

“Oh,” she breathed then offered him a small but genuine smile. “Then I suppose I should thank you for coming to see if I was okay. Lucky me.”

And how, she thought, casting a quick, appreciative glance to the muscular bare chest inches away from her hand.

Suddenly feeling a mite flushed and hoping he hadn’t caught her staring, the young woman needlessly cleared her throat and said, “Um, I’m Kagome.”

“Inuyasha. Well, Kagome,” the half-demon began, deciding he liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, “looks like this is gonna need a few stitches. It’s pretty deep and there’s a risk of infection if you don’t get this treated properly.”

Turning off the tap, Inuyasha cradled Kagome’s hand in his own as he opened the drawer closest to him, looked inside, closed it then opened the one next to it. With a low noise of triumph he fished around for a dishrag then used it to wrap her hand in a makeshift bandage, securing the knot over the gash to keep pressure on it.

Kagome flinched when he tightened it, but mustered a strained smile.

“Thanks,” she whispered, laying her hand in her lap and running her fingers over the homemade bandage.

Inuyasha nodded mutely and reached for her ankle, carefully wrapping his fingers around the delicate bone and slowly flexing it back and forth. Kagome sucked in a sharp breath and tensed.

“Not broken,” he murmured and shot her a glance. “Think you can stand?”

Kagome bit her lip, studied her twisted ankle, and made a face. Inuyasha took that as answer enough and sighed, thrusting a hand through his hair.

“Alright. Where are your shoes?”

The young woman gave him a strange look at the seemingly random question.

“By the door. Why?”

Without answering her Inuyasha left and returned a minute later with her slip-on shoes in his hand.

“Here,” he said shortly then spun around once more, heading toward the doorway.

Utterly lost, Kagome held her shoes and stared after him with something akin to confused panic.

“W-wait—where are you going? I can’t get down!” Was he going to leave her after she told him she couldn’t walk?

Inuyasha paused at the doorway and half-turned so he could toss her a look over his shoulder.

“You wanna walk to the hospital?” he asked her, cocking an eyebrow.

Kagome faltered and blinked. Flushed.

“Um, no,” she replied bashfully, feeling a mite foolish for suspecting him to be so insensitive. “Didn’t think so,” he drawled. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared and a few seconds later Kagome heard her apartment door open and close.

Huffing, Kagome crossed her arms, gasped when her cut hand protested that movement, then pouted moodily at the doorway.

“Sure,” she mumbled. “It’s not like I can stand, let alone walk.”

Thankfully it was only a few minutes later, in which Kagome managed to slip her shoes on, when Inuyasha returned wearing a shirt and a backwards ballcap. Kagome tried very hard to hide the disappointment that he’d covered up all that gloriously hard muscle. Goodness, if she’d known her downstairs neighbor was this attractive, she’d have made an effort to meet him much sooner, although under much less humiliating circumstances.

Inuyasha paused when he noticed her staring at him and he looked down at his dirty and torn jeans.

He grimaced and explained, “I just got out of work when I heard you fall and didn’t have time to change. Sorry.”

Realizing she was indeed staring, Kagome blushed and hurriedly shook her head.

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” she assured, flapping her uninjured hand dismissively.

Then she paused, cocked her head and asked, “Where do you work?”

Closing the distance between them, Inuyasha once more slipped his arms beneath her and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Kagome gasped and automatically wrapped her arm around his neck, keeping her bandaged hand tucked against her stomach.

“Auto shop,” he answered as he carried her through the kitchen, more glass crunching beneath his boots but he paid it no mind. He’d sweep it for her when they got back since she would probably need to stay off her ankle.

Kagome smiled. “Grease monkey, huh?” she teased him as he crossed the living room and headed toward the door.

She noticed he’d left it cracked open, probably since he’d known he wouldn’t have hands to open it. Her flush darkened, a little surprised at how pleased that made her. And, she discovered, it felt very nice to be carried by him. She could feel how solid his frame was against her own, his arms and shoulders thick with muscle and he wasn’t even breathing hard from carrying her.

Was I regretting having an upstairs apartment before? Kagome mused idly as he thoughtfully snagged her purse from her small table, figuring her keys and insurance would be in it, before exiting her apartment.

Good lord, not anymore!

The corner of his mouth twitched as he cast her a quick glance.

“Grease dog,” he corrected and was rewarded with a quiet snort from the woman in his arms.

He paused so Kagome could reach out with her good hand and pull her door closed then continued on downstairs. She needn’t worry about locking it; they were in a good part of the neighborhood, and with him living in the downstairs apartment coupled with the rumored nasty tempered landlady, people tended to give the building a very wide berth. He told her as much and he felt her relax in his arms.

Parked right in front of the house, it was a short walk to his truck and Inuyasha carefully deposited her into the cab before rounding the vehicle and getting behind the wheel. The ten-minute drive to the hospital was filled with a comfortable silence and it was only when Inuyasha parked into the closest spot to the entrance he could find that Kagome broke it.

Inuyasha cut the engine and opened his door, but before he could exit, a small hand resting on his arm gave him pause. He turned his gaze to the woman beside him, eyebrow raised in silent inquiry.

Her big caramel eyes were warm and earnest as she said sincerely, “Thank you, Inuyasha. You didn’t have to do all of this for me. I mean I’m just a stranger, you barely even know me, but you did, and I’m...very grateful.”

The smile she graced him with was warm, fond, and brilliant. Inuyasha suddenly felt his heart skip a beat in his chest.

Feeling his face heat despite himself, Inuyasha swallowed hard, nodded once, then got out of his truck with a softy muttered “keh.”

He walked around to open her door and reached in to take her into his arms again, secretly enjoying the way her arm went around his neck seemingly without any thought from her and the way she relaxed against his chest, trusting him to keep her secured. Stupidly his throat got tight as he hip checked the door to close it then he was striding across the nearly empty parking lot and pushing the button to open the doors marked “ER.”

He let Kagome explain the situation to the receptionist, provided her insurance and anything else that was required. When a wheelchair suddenly appeared beside them, Inuyasha glared disdainfully at it and growled that he’d carry her. He missed the secret smile that curled Kagome’s lips because she ducked her head before he could see it, her cheeks a becoming shade of scarlet.

The ER nurse, looking a little tired and harried, simply nodded without comment and gestured for him to follow her as she headed down a hallway and through a set of double doors. They were guided to a curtained off “room” and after Inuyasha set her down on the bed, he made to leave, figuring she’d want a bit of privacy. However, the sudden panicked, distressed sound that came from her gave him pause and he looked back to find her staring at him with wide caramel eyes, silently pleading for him to stay and how the hell could he say no to that?

Sighing, Inuyasha nodded and leaned back against the only solid wall of the room, crossing his arms and instantly Kagome relaxed. She bestowed him a grateful smile and his face softened. Clearly she didn’t want to be alone, and she’d already had a pretty rough night. He’d be a complete asshole if he left her now.

Surprisingly they only had to wait ten minutes before they were seen by first a nurse, who took her vitals, asked her the usual questions of how it happened and where she was hurt. After she left it was only another thirty minutes when the doctor strolled on in, clipboard in hand and smelling like hand sanitizer. Once more Kagome rehashed the night’s events, Inuyasha only chiming in when he was required to. When the doctor peeled off the dishrag covering Kagome’s hand to assess the damage, Inuyasha couldn’t hold back the quiet growl when a pained hiss escaped past her lips.

As he suspected, the doctor announced a short time later that her hand would need about ten stitches. Inuyasha did not miss the way Kagome blanched slightly when needles of various sizes were placed on a tray and brought over to the bed. He frowned but made no comment. By the time Dr. What’s-his-face turned back toward her, hands freshly washed and covered in latex, Kagome had plastered on a brave smile, though she was careful not look as he prepared the needle to numb the area around the laceration.

A nurse entered to assist when required and as the physician tapped out any air bubbles from the chamber of the needle containing the numbing element, Kagome shot Inuyasha a desperate look. Her face was deathly white, and when she made a soft sound of distress and held out her hand, Inuyasha was helpless to deny her his comfort.

Ears pinning beneath his hat, he approached the bed, sank down in the chair beside it and allowed her to grasp his hand tightly with her free one. He wasn’t expecting it when she scooted closer and buried her face in his shoulder and now Inuyasha was almost positive Kagome was afraid of needles. Unconsciously he emitted a low, soothing rumble in his chest, hating that she had to endure something that terrified her this much, but knowing it was necessary.

As the doctor inserted the thin needle into the soft flesh of her palm stained yellow from iodine, Kagome gave a pained whimper as she tensed against him. Inuyasha tried not to look too closely at his sudden fierce desire to protect her from any harm, which included the human male that was causing her pain, however essential, right at the moment. So he reined in the urge to forcibly shove him away as he brought up his free hand to rub soothing circles on her back, rubbing across her shoulders, then down her spine, hoping to ease her discomfort even a little. It was astounding how her pain affected him given how he’d only known her a mere two hours, give or take. Again he didn’t dwell on it and concentrated on the woman hiding in his shoulder.

After shot number three, the numbing properties must have started to take effect because she’d stopped flinching and she was losing some of the tension in her shoulders and back. So to distract her from what the doctor was doing to her hand, Inuyasha started talking. He told her stories of his work, his crazy old boss Totosai, the little punk who worked at the shop part time named Shippou, and his best friend’s wedding to the woman of his dreams.

By suture number seven, she was relaxed against him and asking questions, her head turned slightly so she was tucked into the crook of his shoulder and neck, though she kept her eyes closed. Probably so she didn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of her hand, he surmised. Inuyasha readily obliged her and ten minutes later he announced the doctor was done and had put away the tools that frightened her so much.

Though still a little pale, Kagome heaved a relieved sigh and smiled at him as she leaned away, her eyes speaking of her immense gratitude. Before he could stop himself Inuyasha reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and watched her as color filtered back into her cheeks. The corner of his mouth quirked upward just slightly as she hurriedly looked away to watch the doctor wrap white gauze around her hand, oddly pleased he could elicit such a reaction from her.

After wrapping her ankle with orders to stay off of it as much as she could, the physician prescribed some painkillers for both injuries, gave instructions on how to care for the sutures and other medical nonsense Inuyasha tuned out. Then he bid them both a fond adieu, leaving the nurse to wrap things up and retrieve her discharge papers.

When they left twenty minutes later, Inuyasha once more disregarding the hated wheelchair and carrying her in his arms instead, it was after midnight and Kagome was teetering on the edge of sleep when he set her down in the passenger’s seat. He wasn’t at all surprised when he pulled up in front of their apartment house that she’d nodded off. He was careful not to wake her when he gathered her into his arms again and carried her upstairs to her apartment.

He somehow managed to open the door despite not having his hands free and he crossed the living room into the hallway, easily sniffing out her bedroom. The instant he stepped inside her scent surrounded him and he paused to greedily take it in, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a sigh before approaching the bed and gingerly tucking her in. But instead of turning around and leaving like he told himself to do, like he should be doing, Inuyasha crouched beside the bed, rested his elbow on his knee, and propped his chin in his hand, quietly studying her.

His eyes roved her sleeping countenance, admiring how peaceful she looked. Inuyasha recalled how she’d thanked him in the hospital parking lot, expressing her gratitude that despite her being a perfect stranger to him, he still went out of his way to make sure she was taken care of, wrapping up her hand, taking her to the hospital and carrying her around since she couldn’t walk.

Inuyasha rubbed his mouth and frowned, his expression thoughtful, distant. Why had he helped her? Kagome was right; he didn’t know her, hadn’t really been obligated to do much more than call an ambulance and stay until the paramedics arrived. He could have just fetched her phone for her, but instead he’d picked her up, cleaned her hand, wrapped it up and drove her to the hospital himself.

Why?

Kagome suddenly stirred, mumbling something unintelligible under her breath as she shifted onto her side, tucking her a hand beneath her chin with a soft sigh and then going still. 

With defeat written on every line of his face, Inuyasha closed his eyes, blew out his cheeks in a heavy sigh, and dragged a hand down his face, resigned.

Who the hell was he kidding? He knew the exact reason why he’d stuck around and it had nothing to do with obligation. The instant he’d seen her sitting on the floor, pale, shaking, looking small and so goddamn vulnerable, every protective instinct inside of him had rushed to the fore and compelled him to do everything in his power to shelter, to take care of and provide. And before he even realized what he was doing he’d ordered her to stay where she was and closed the distance between them, sweeping her up and seeing to her care. He remembered the feel of her in his arms; soft, but also lightly muscled, her toned thighs and arms suggesting she regularly did some form of exercise, and the way her curves fit to the solid frame of his body…

“Aw…damn,” Inuyasha muttered and watched as a tiny smile lifted the corners of her lips.

He should have been offended – was she laughing at his suffering even in her sleep? But instead all he felt was a curious warmth blossoming in his chest that gradually spread outward and Inuyasha knew, right then and there, that his fate was sealed.

“Double damn,” he murmured with a shake of his head and decided that he’d better go before she woke up and found him staring at her like some perverted creeper.

So with great reluctance, Inuyasha got to his feet and quietly rummaged around in the bedside table for a piece of paper and a pen. All he could find was an old receipt and a broken lead pencil, so with a shrug he scribbled a quick note for her to find in the morning, reverently touched her cheek, and silently stole out of her room, closing the door with a soft click.

He tracked down her broom in the hallway closet and retreated to the kitchen to sweep up the scattered glass, double and triple checking to make sure he got all of it. He didn’t want her walking around in her bare feet and getting cut because he missed a piece. After that he found her phone sitting on the counter, sent himself a text, and with one last longing glance toward the bedroom where she slept, Inuyasha turned the lock on the knob, slipped quietly out into the hallway, and closed the door behind him.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (26): Fri 8th Apr 2022

Today I watched the first episode of the Jushin Liger anime “ The Bio-Armour of the Wrath of Liger Appears” I've been a massive fan of the wrestler Jushin "Thunder" Liger who modelled his image on the protagonist of this series. Well, at the start of his career the costume Liger wore kind of resembled the look of the character in the anime:

The later look:

eeehhh not so much. The one thing that carried over from the anime into the wrestling persona was that fucking awesome theme song. Much like the 1960's Spiderman cartoon, the show itself might be forgettable but the theme tune is amazing. Any time you have a theme song that's describing in the lyrics how awesome the subject is you know you're onto a winner (See HHH). What is the plot I hear you ask? Okay you didn't but I'll tell you anyway. Empress Zara, leader of the Dragon Empire arrives on Earth to free the soul of Jashin Drago from the prison he was sealed in 200 years ago by the previous warrior who was able to control the Liger. Local schoolboy Ken possesses the ability to summon and take control of a large bio-skeletal suit called "Jushin Liger" (in English roughly translates to "God Beast Liger") and uses it to ward off the Dragon Empire. Whenever I start watching a new TV show I always subconsciously (or sometimes consciously) try to determine which two or more previous shows this show is a cross between and Jushin Liger is a cross between He-Man and Power Rangers. Ken might as well summon the Liger by screaming "I HAVE THE LIGER!!!!". But just because a show has elements of something that has come before it doesn't necessarily mean it can't still be good (The X Files was heavily influenced by Twin Peaks and that was still good), so I'll try to keep an open mind and praise the show when it does something impressive.

The show opens with Ken having a nightmare about being attacked by some unseen beast. his grandfather enters in a panic and from the movements Ken is making under the blanket it's hard to tell if he's having a nightmare or just an angry wank.

As his grandfather comforts Ken he sees that he has the image of a liger imprinted on his palm (Must have been a very angry wank)

As Ken is preparing breakfast for him and his grandfather the Earth begins to shake but quickly stops again. Ken flips an egg onto his grandafther's plate and says "Strike". I don't know what bowling and baseball are like in Japan but what Ken did would not be considered a strike in either sport. On his way to school Ken cycles past his classmate Yuki and startles her so that her skirt flies up and Ken can see her knickers. A lot of children's anime from this time has a reputation for being perverse due to it's bizarre fixation on schoolgirls underwear as a source of humour. Normally my instinct is to defend the accused party by pointing out something equally disgusting that we do in my native culture but I can't remember any episodes of Rainbow where Bungle tried to see Geoffrey's Y-fronts. If this is the kind of thing Japanese animators think passes for humour in kids shows then they would probably find stuff like American Pie quite tame by comparison. Ken's best friend Dango theorizes that Ken secretly fancies Yuki which he denies and then curb stomps him.

That's...normal. During school there is another Earthquake and this time a spaceship resembling a dragon's skull lands in the city and the design of the ship is actually quite cool. I'm surprised that the dragons from Dragn's Den didn't design the outside of their office to look more like this. it would be much more intimidating.

The schoolkids are shocked when a group of dragon monsters which resemble the creatures Ken saw in his dreams emerge from the ship and begin attacking the city. We actually see a few civilians get stepped on which means that this series is clearly going to be much more violent than I originally gave it credit for. As the schoolkids try to evacuate one of the monsters Yuki, Twilight Zone movie-style by dropping a helicopter on her, which devastates and enrages Ken. From inside the ship we see the dragon Empress Zara who reveals she has come to Earth to free the God Dragon, imprisoned by Jushin Liger two hundred years ago so he can lead her Dragon Empire to world domination. I was imagining that the evil God dragon would have an intimidating and intricately designed look that would strike fear into the hearts of viewers but I mean, look at him:

A giant pinecone with a vagina.

Zara orders the commander of her army "Doll Amy" to destroy all life on Earth. First of all if you'd have given me a million guesses as to what this guy's name was going to be I never would have come up with "Doll Amy". The design of this thing is so weird. It's basically an  armoured sasquatch with a tiny face and a giant mouth underneath a regular mouth. What's extra freaky is that whenever Doll Amy talks neither of the mouths move, just like the trains in Thomas The Tank Engine. So even though this think has a dumb name I can't deny that he does have a freaky look that puts me on edge slightly:

Filled with rage after Yuki's death and encouraged by his grandfather, Ken screams "Come...Liger!" and summons the giant Jushin Liger bio-skeleton as we get a weird jazz cover  of Liger's theme which I never thought I'd hear. So it's here we get the first real shock of the show. "Jushin Liger" isn't actually a character at all, it's a suit. From now on whenever I re-watch one of Jushin Thunder Liger matches I'm going to imagine there's a 10 year old boy in there working the suit with controls (Which kind of makes what Minoru Suzuki did to him in their MMA fight a bit sinister now come to think of it...he basically beat up a child). Ken is absorbed into the suit and linked up to it by various tentacle...things. He is able to make the suit mimic his every move. Even if you were able to control a suit that wa a thousand time bigger than you surely you would still need some sort of combat training for this to be effective right? I mean, the owner of my local pizza shop does fuck all other than occasionally stir the chips in the deep fat frier so I certainly wouldn't want him behind the controls of a hundred foot suit designed to save the world from giant monsters. I'd want someone who was already capable of fighting people their own size. A battle ensues and I was really hoping we'd get a Liger Bomb, Shooting Star Press or a Shotei (If Liger hits a monster with anything vaguely resembling one of those three moves over the course of the series then out the fuck I will mark!) but Liger just punches the shit out of the monsters and slices the main one up with his Liger sword. It's during the battle that we see the major design flaw in this suit. One of the dragons scratched the Liger suit on the arm and inside the suit Ken gets a scratch on the same spot on his arm. So if the bio-skeleton is damaged then the same part of Ken's anatomy is also damaged....that's almost the same as NOT HAVING ANY ARMOUR ON!!!! So basically if one of these monsters stabs the suit int he head then Ken will die of a head injury even though his head is nowhere near the head of the suit. I'd call this a major design flaw. Anywho Ken uses the Liger Sword to kill the monsters, the Doll Amy retreats and the episode just sort of ends. Not much to rave about in this first episode. The premise seems like your standard kids fighting giant monsters anime I've already seen hundreds of times before but this was just the first episode and more often than not the first episode is just used as a device to introduce the characters and the basic plot so I'll reserve judgment for now. Although the designs of the human characters and the locations aren't anything special the designs of the Liger  monsters were quite good...undeniably weird but still good. The dialogue sounds like the same clichéd mecha / monster anime bollocks I've heard in other shows "At last I have freed the Dragon Lord and together we wil blah blah blah", "You are the holy warrior destined to become the next Liger and yadda yadda". These speeches are given gravitas and sound important but they're really just an excuse for the writers to tell you the plot rather than showing it through visuals. In general the whole episode seemed really rushed. We are heardly given time to get to know any of the characters so there's no way of knowing why we should care about them. Yuki, who's death leads to Ken becoming the Liger, is given maybe two lines. How am I supposed to care about this girl's death, I know nothing about her. For all I know she might have killed many times in which case I would be glad that she was dead. All I really know about Ken is that he's a goofy, horny kid which isn't really enough to get me to care that he also happens to be the chosen one to control this magic Liger suit. It feels like the writers got bored writing the setup and just decided to cut it short and get straight to the smashy smashy. So yeah my impression of the show after episode one is that I don't expect to see anything groundbreaking but I've felt the same way about other shows and have been more than happy to be proven wrong. I'll give the show the benefit of the doubt and give it a fighting chance. Seriously though a pinecone with a minge? That's the villain of this show?

[szofica03]

1. What is you middle name? Anna

2. How old are you? 25

3. What is your birthday? February

4. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius

5. What is your favorite color? Steel-blue

6. What’s your lucky number? 13, like abviously

7. Do you have any pets? Yeeees. two of the cutes dog in the world. i miss them soooo much

8. Where are you from? lake Balaton :)

9. How tall are you? 1.73 m 

10. What shoe size are you? 39 in high heels, 38 in sport shoes

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? pfff, i think too much for a girl with my income :D but come on, im a working girl, who need to be pretty in work. and in life. and everywhere

12. What was your last dream about? the latest what i remember was about my own flat.

13. What talents do you have? I can draw pretty well in my opinion, and I like to think, I can write as well

14. Are you psychic in any way? no

15. Favorite song? always find something new

16. Favorite movie? Star Wars

17. Who would be your ideal partner? i dont really have a type

18. Do you want children? if i found the perfect husband for myself and a perfect dad for them. ideally this two will be one person :D

19. Do you want a church wedding? yes...i think

20. Are you religious? Not really.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yes

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

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Yes

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? gray

26. Have you ever been famous? no

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? no, a famous scientist 

28. What type of music do you like? almost All kinds

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? no

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1 for sleep and 2 for just being comfortable for using my laptop in bad

31. What position do you usually sleep in? I my side

32. How big is your house? 2 room, a kitchen and a bathroom. not big, but enough. and it is mine :)

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? coffee and some bakery stuff

34. Have you ever fired a gun? no, just with arch

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes :D

36. Favorite clean word? halikra ( for saying hi)

37. Favorite swear word? kurvafaszba

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

39. Do you have any scars? i speak only in sarcasm

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? i dont know about it

41. Are you a good liar? yes

42. Are you a good judge of character? yes

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? yapp. any kind of with my hungarian, but a few with english as well

44. Do you have a strong accent? i have only one specific

45. What is your favorite accent? british english oh dear...

46. What is your personality type? I’m noted. if im going in to somewhere, everybody will noted me. im loud, happy and love to talk with others. Also i have a jerk attitude, but my friends, knows it is just fun. or not. hahah :D

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? i have a Ralph Louren dress. i bought it in a second hand shop, but it takes more than 100 euro...

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yep

49. Are you an innie or an outie? outie

50. Left or right handed? Right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders? the regular ones, no...but i dont want to meet with those 10 cm ore bigger....

52. Favorite food? lecsó

53. Favorite foreign food?  finnifh smoked salmon

54. Are you a clean or messy person? clean, organized

55. Most used phrased? Szupkó

56. Most used word? halikra

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Anywhere between an hour and five seconds, it depends on what time I wake up in the morning or where i should go

58. Do you have much of an ego? no

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? i hate lollipops

60. Do you talk to yourself? obviously

61. Do you sing to yourself? in the shower :D

62. Are you a good singer? no :D

63. Biggest Fear? falling from somewhere high

64. Are you a gossip? i like talk about things...about people who i hate 

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 

66. Do you like long or short hair? long hair

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? no, maybe some of tham...but i can name all of the countries of Europe

68. Favorite school subject? history

69. Extrovert or Introvert? extrovert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? nope

71. What makes you nervous? school stuff

72. Are you scared of the dark? no

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? yes

74. Are you ticklish? Sometimes, it all depends on my mood

75. Have you ever started a rumor? maybe

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

77. Have you ever drank underage? no

78. Have you ever done drugs? no, and i think people, who are doing it are pathetic

79. Who was your first real crush? 22 years old. i had my time :D

80. How many piercings do you have? zero

81. Can you roll your Rs? no

82. How fast can you type? average i think

83. How fast can you run? I’m alright

84. What color is your hair? light brown

85. What color are your eyes? steel blue

86. What are you allergic to? nuts, been

87. Do you keep a journal? sometimes

88. What do your parents do? my dad have a little firm and my mom is a history and sing tacher

89. Do you like your age? eeehhh

90. What makes you angry? loud music, dance, friends, long hugs with tall gays

91. Do you like your own name? yes. i used to hate it, and there is too many girl with my name, but this is my dads fav girl name and i have my middle name after my grandma

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? no, depend on the last name...

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? i dont think about this things

94. What are you strengths? Public speaking and small talk

95. What are your weaknesses? shut my mouth :D

96. How did you get your name? my dads fav girl name and his moms name- my oldaer sister has her name from my mom, so this is how it goes in my family :D

97. Were your ancestors royalty? not royalty, but nobel

98. Color of your room? light orange

99. Color of your bedspread? red, pink, orange

100. When am I going to empty my ask box? i dont even know what is it