#y’all think she’s so spineless she would let a man tell her to stop doing promo

[iwatcheditbegin]

Why are some fans infantilizing Taylor like this?

[secret-engima]

Finds and Feathers Drabble: Drautos

*throws this on here* Ow, my hands. This is over 2.5k words when it was meant to be maybe 1k but its done now so enjoy it. I hereby blame @oliverslewty @yudu097 and @faeconstellation for this. XDD Look at what got resurrected and merged with Fangs and Feathers verse.

BEHOLD the thing that y’all did the vote for *waggles eyebrows*.

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-Titus has several reasons to hate the royal family. King Mors pulled back the Wall, which allowed his parents and uncles to be murdered when Niflheim invaded, leaving only him and his older sister alive (and even then, Titus was only alive because of Regis and his sister was only alive because she had moved to Lestallum three years prior). Regis had promised Titus aid and vengeance, but as the years went by, Titus’s homeland was never reclaimed.

-Then there was the Glauca suit.

-Titus had not wanted the thing now sitting under his skin, he had fought every step of the way through his capture and experimentation and their attempts to TURN him, make him betray Lucis in favor of the people who had burned his home.

-If he hadn’t had a sister to go home to, he thinks he would have listened to them.

-If he hadn’t had a sister who Titus had learned was with child right before his capture, he thinks he might have listened anyway, or at least not been as desperately reckless to escape. He would have taken his time to plot a way out, played obedient puppet to lower their guard rather than fighting his way out using the THING they had burrowed under his skin, even if it almost killed him.

-The Crownsguard hadn’t even noticed he was gone, and of course, what the Crownsguard didn’t report, Regis was too busy to notice.

-Worthless king. Spineless king. Selfish lying king who deserved to WAtCh hIs KInGdOm BUrN-

-It was only his sister’s horrified intervention in the height of his vitriol that clued him in on the fact that his thoughts were no longer completely his own. The suit, the armor, the thing that breathed and hungered and hated under his skin was connected to his mind so that he could command it at will, but that connection was two way, and its hate kept trying to bleed over into his own thoughts.

-Titus made a point to twist his spite and direct it at Niflheim whenever his thoughts strayed. True, he might hate the royal line for their failures, but he hated Niflheim MORE. Regis might not be the warrior king Lucis needed but at least he wasn’t the Emperor (at least he was a good man, even if good men made bad kings). On and on his thoughts spun in endless circles, a tug of war between two different kinds of spite and anger in the background of his everyday life that frankly made every day exhausting. It would have been so much easier to let the two thought processes combine and carry him away into a secret, righteous crusade against Lucis. So much easier to claim the power Niflheim had burrowed under his skin.

-He didn’t. Because of his sister. More than her…

-Because of his nephew. Because his nephew had no father figure to speak of (his sister had looked so worried when she told him of her one night stand with a nameless, pretty-eyed stranger that had made her pregnant despite protection) and had been born with fury under his skin, branded into his being just like the birthmarks that stretched across his face and body like jagged scars. SOMEONE had to teach his nephew to control the fury that seemed to have been molded into the boy’s soul from the womb, and Titus was the only one around to do that.

-Then one day when his nephew was seven years old and throwing a tantrum, the apartment shook and his nephew froze in astonishment at the bright, red-amber fire licking over his hands. In the stunned silence that had followed, his nephew had looked up at him with blood red eyes (his nephew’s eyes were washed out blue like his, not red, not RED-) and Titus had one more reason to hate Lucis Caelums.

-He never told Regis. Never dared. Regis was a man who loved children, and even in his blackest moments Titus would never suspect the man of being capable of harming a child, but Regis was married. Married to a wife he adored, a wife who had just recently had a son of her own. The scandal it would cause if Titus’s nephew was known, the strife that would erupt between Regis, Aulea, and Titus’s sister-. He couldn’t risk it.

-He had never been so glad that Regis had given him magic as a trusted member of his Retinue. A way to teach his nephew how to hide the magic burning under his skin and how to temper the wrath that threatened to shake the walls at any given moment (because his nephew was always angry, even when he was content and smiling and laughing with his mother, there was a tiny spark of anger lurking there, like the world had wronged him and he hated it).

-He still kept the secret even after Aulea died. Because Regis was grieving, and for all the bitterness that was both his and the suit’s, he wouldn’t inflict that kind of drama on the man while he was grieving.

-When his nephew was ten, Titus got a call from his sister, frantic and confused over her nephew, who had been watching a broadcast about the Oracle’s children when he suddenly passed out with a fever. Titus claimed a sick day and rushed to Lestallum to check on his nephew, found him already up and about a day after his mysterious collapse.

-His eyes were red and there was bitterness there.

-They didn’t stop being red even after Titus held him close and calmed the buzzing rage he could feel under his nephew’s skin.

-“I’m King Regis’s spawn, aren’t I?”

-Titus stiffened at the wording, glanced up at his sister as she pet her son’s hair and breathed, “You are my beloved son. Who your father is doesn’t matter to us.”

-His nephew laughed and the sound was broken. Then he pulled away and summoned fire to his hands so he could stare at his magic. When he looked up at his mother, his eyes were still the color of fresh blood, “I don’t like my name. I want to change it.”

-Titus and his sister had exchanged worried looks, but out of fear of a magic-fueled tantrum, Titus asked, “What name do you want?”

-A sharp, bitter sort of smile more at home on the face of a soldier than a child, “Xanxus. My name is Xanxus.”

-And that was that. His nephew stopped responding to his given name, only answered to the one he had given himself. He was different now, from whatever had happened, and Titus wished he could ask Regis about magic without raising suspicions, because was this normal for Lucis Caelums? This sudden change in name and development of a too-old (too bloodthirsty) personality?

-Xanxus’s eyes never did turn back to blue. Titus suspected there was too much anger there, lurking just beneath the surface as his nephew went out and picked fights with the street rats of Lestallum, as he ran off to join the Hunters at fifteen, adding yet another concern to Titus’s life in between his duties as Captain of the Kingsglaive, the suit constantly prodding his thoughts, and Prince Noctis (who had taken to trailing him around with big blue eyes that made it impossible to hate the brat) and his crazy pet Galahdian who had apparently taken a shine to him because he wasn’t “a useless herbivore” (whatever that meant).

-Titus should have known something would break someday. The tenuous secrecy and balance couldn’t last forever. Not with Xanxus’s temper and Titus’s terrible luck in regards to Lucis Caelums.

-Four months after Xanxus turned sixteen, Titus got a report from the front lines. A base of Kingsglaive had nearly been overrun by a Niflheim assault until an unknown teenager with magic had intervened and shot down the gunships with a combination of over-powered, red-tinted fire spells and guns that seemed to fire bullets of pure magic.

-Titus could do nothing to stop the report from reaching Regis, because several Crownsguard had been at the base at the time to refuel their truck on the way back to Insomnia and they had already reported the incident to the Marshal.

-Titus stood at a twitching Regis’s side, face frozen in neutrality that he didn’t feel as the throne room doors got flung open and his nephew was escorted inside by several glaives. Xanxus eyed Regis with contempt, his magic swirling openly around him like biting embers of anger and King Regis flinched at the feel of it before stepped forward, “You are-”

-“Your illegitimate spawn,” sneered Titus’s nephew and Titus inwardly groaned, “so what? Gonna try to lock me in your pretty Citadel so I don’t go around shaming your line?”

-Regis recoiled like he’d been physically punched and Titus openly winced and resisted the urge to tell Xanxus to do his breathing exercises, “No!” Sputtered the king Titus had a constant loyalty-hate relationship with, “I would never hold you here against your will!”

-“So you’ll just offer a lot of incentives for me to stay  and more incentives for me to not dare leave.” Retorted Titus’s living headache, “Don’t try the playing the nice sham you old b-.”

-That was enough of that, “Xanxus Certus Drautos, watch your tongue. I can still hold you down and wash that mouth of yours out with soap.”

-All eyes snapped to Titus while Xanxus made a face and a rude gesture and Titus sighed at the unspoken, panicky question in Regis’s eyes, “He’s my nephew. Yes, I’ve known about his magic for a long time.”

-Regis’s expression was so genuinely wounded Titus felt bad, “Then why did you never…?”

-Titus looked away, unable to withstand the hurt in the eyes of the man Titus thought was a bad king but knew was a good man (which was what made him a bad king), “We didn’t find out until the year Prince Noctis was born. I didn’t want my sister or nephew … or you … to suffer the scandal it would cause if he became known. And after the Queen died … there was never a good time.”

-Xanxus snorted, “Whatever, just scrub the reports and he can keep his precious reputation untarnished and I can go back to Hunting. Say one of your pet glaives used a new magic spell or something.” The glaives bristled at the “pet” comment, but Titus was just glad he wasn’t slinging his favorite word around yet (he doubted Cor or anyone in the room would react well to Xanxus calling the king “trash”)

-Regis turned back to Xanxus, reached out a hesitant hand, “You don’t have to leave. I will not stop you if … if you truly wish to go but I would … I would be honored to get to know my son-.”

-Magic rippled out like blood and fury and Titus instinctively put himself between Regis and Xanxus as his nephew snarled “I don’t belong to you, Trash King. I’m not your son, I’m your mistake and I will not be caged just so you can pat yourself on the back and feel better about ‘repenting’ for your ‘mistakes’.” Xanxus shook off the glaives that reached for him, fire burning dangerously up his arms and shoulders as he leaned around Titus so he could bare his teeth at a shaking Regis, his armiger flickering in and out of existence in red-amber as he spat, “You leave me and my mother the pyre alone or so help me I’m gonna-.”

-From the doors of the throne room, another magic signature spiked and Titus swallowed his spit in dread.

-What was Prince Noctis doing down here?

-Xanxus’s eyes went wild and he spun on his heel and Titus had a horrifying mental image of either his nephew or his crown prince dead on the throne room floor and half-dived for his nephew. He slammed against the red-tinted magic shield that formed and pushed outward, knocking aside everyone that might have stopped him as Prince Noctis, with no self-preservation whatsoever, ran up to Xanxus and smiled, “Xanxus, you’re here!”

-Wait. How did Prince Noctis know Xanxus’s name?

-Xanxus stared down at the nine year old prince with a cocked head, confusion in the set of his shoulders for a moment before he … relaxed, “Small Trash?” There was genuine confusion, disbelief, as if he wasn’t expecting to see Prince Noctis here, but that made no sense because Xanxus had only ever been to Insomnia in his life ONCE before now and there was no way he’d met Prince Noctis then. … Right?

-Prince Noctis stared around them at the shield hemming them in, then fearlessly smiled and hugged Titus’s nephew, “I missed you!”

-Titus prepared to batter down the shield in hopes of preventing regicide.

-Xanxus just patted Prince Noctis’s hair, armiger fading out of existence and magic settling to something slightly below screaming wrath, “Figures you’d be here, Small Trash.”

-“My name is Noctis.”

-“Xanxus. Xanxus Drautos.”

-Prince Noctis leaned briefly around Xanxus to blink at Titus, then resumed smiling up at the half-brother he shouldn’t know existed, “Titus’s…?”

-“Nephew, Small Trash. I don’t have a father.”

-Regis made a strangled noise, tentatively resting a hand on the shield keeping him away from his two sons, “Noctis…”

-Prince Noctis looked at his father, blinked with that unique, far-off stare he got when his seer magic kicked in and Titus felt his teeth grind as the boy looked up at Xanxus, “…You’re my half-brother.”

-Xanxus’s shoulders tensed, “Small Trash…”

-Prince Noctis turned and hugged Xanxus again, “It’s okay. He’s a good dad, I promise. He’ll love you. Please stay.”

-A shaking breath that felt … vulnerable. More vulnerable than his nephew had been since he was ten and claimed a new name, “I’m illegitimate, Small Trash. We both know what that means to royalty.”

-Slender arms hugged tighter and Titus watched in awe as his volatile nephew did nothing to throw the boy away, “Dad is different. I love him, and he loves me. He loves you too already. I promise. And I never break my promises.”

-Xanxus sagged in place, muttered a few scathing curses Titus had never been able to train out of him, then reached down and effortlessly picked Prince Noctis up and propped him on his hip like the boy was three and not nine, “Fine, Small Trash. I’ll give him three months. If I don’t like him by then I’m gone.”

-The shield dissolved as Xanxus turned around, “You got that, Trash King? You want to prove you’re interested in me as family and not a tool, you got three months to do it. After that I’m gone and none of your men better try to stop me unless they want to be dead.”

-Regis agreed even as the Marshal growled at Xanxus’s wording, but Titus didn’t care to listen. Couldn’t really think past his surprise because … because…

-As his nephew looked down at the half-brother he apparently already knew in his arms, angry but in a more tired and indulgent way, for the first time in years…

-Xanxus’s eyes were their natural washed out blue again.

-Oh, thought Titus quietly as Prince Noctis beamed up at Xanxus with amber eyes, magic curling effortlessly around Xanxus’s in a way that filled in and smoothed over all the screaming, jagged edges.

-Oh.

[prorevenge]

Short my Boyfriend $200+? Enjoy Your Divorce

Traditional LTL and FTP, forgive me for any formatting or grammar errors. Hope y’all get a kick out of this. It’s a SUPER long one. A lot of people know I tumblr so some details have been changed but overall the story is as accurate as can be.

So this whole debacle started in my freshman year of college. I went to a religious college so there were a lot of really strict rules regarding curfew and punishments for not going to the mandatory worships, this comes into play later. Background on me: I am not a physically imposing young lady, just under 5 ft and 100 lbs soaking wet and wearing cinderblock shoes. At this time I had been recently dumped and so I was starting college practically alone as my ex and I were set to go to the same university but he dropped out to join military school. Before we start lets denote some names:

Me: is me of course Andy: is my dear boyfriend (now fiancé) Jess: one of my Best friends and roommate after the first quarter And finally the antagonist of the tale: Sam Not real names of course, and at the start of this we were all 18 we are all 24-25 now.

As this was a religious School, we had a sort of camp out in the week or two before classes started, it was meant to be a getting to know you kind of thing, and so we had things called “family groups”, I was a little freaked out, but in the group there was one loud, overly friendly girl named Sam. Sam was the same ethnicity as me and so we quickly bonded over a shared ethnic background and how similar we were, she had a boyfriend in the army and I lamented my single status and how my ex basically ditched me for the navy. She seemed perfect, sympathetic, social, and fun. I warmed up to our family group with the help of my new best friend. We had a great weekend, and got to know others in the group, including Jess. Jess was more quiet and disinterested, with a classic case of resting bitch face but eventually she warmed up to me and I to her. Sam didn’t really like them but you wouldn’t know it unless she told you.

The first sign of something off with her was during dinner, I was sitting with Jess and her friend from high school Andy. He and I really hit it off, but as my heart was still freshly broken I kept some boundaries up but agreed to go watch a movie when we got back from the trip. Immediately Sam pulled up a chair and was all over him, asking about his past, how he and Jess met, what he thought about her outfit, and on and on. I was a little miffed but just ate my burrito. For the rest of the trip Andy and I were hardly apart and Sam got more and more passive aggressive with me, bringing up my ex and how I was moving on too quickly. I believed her and cancelled my “date” with Andy, and said that I didn’t want him to just be a rebound. He was understanding and chill with just being friends which was a blessing for me, but seemingly not good enough for Sam. After the trip was over I decided to show them around the city since I was a local student. While the others put their stuff in their rooms Sam asked me to stay behind because she had to “confess” something to me. She started spewing some bs about how Andy had cornered her outside the cabin and was being a pervert and telling her how beautiful she was so on and so forth. I was skeptical and made it known, but her response was just “just looking out for ya girly.” By then the others came back and I just decided to ignore what she said and have a good time in the city. This was incident 1.

A couple weeks go by, Andy, Jess, and I became a little squad of sorts because all our schedules matched up, whereas finding time to hang out with Sam was more than difficult. This all came to a head when Jess and Andy planned a little trip to the local Benihana place and didn’t invite Sam. She found out via social media and flew off the handle. I had gone home for the weekend and when I came back on Monday I was greeted with drama, tears, and accusations. The gist of the situation is, the group didn’t invite Sam because she is vegetarian and has a lot of allergies, so it would be dangerous to even step foot in the Benihana, and in retaliation Sam took her “best friends” aka random girls from the dorm, horse back riding and posted a photo with the caption “better than Benihana”. (Incident 2)

Once again this is what I came back to and so things were pretty frosty. I asked for some backstory and apparently, it was work friends who invited Andy and Jess so it wasn’t even their place to invite someone else, and it wasn’t like she would be able to eat anything at the Benihana anyways so they literally didn’t even think they were being rude. According to Sam, they were purposefully excluding her and that no one likes her and that this was just like it was in high school. She didn’t have very many friends and we were just becoming privy to why exactly that was.

Incident 3 was the friendship bracelets. She ordered these semi-expensive bracelets for me and Jess but mysteriously Jess’s broke in the mail and the replacement would “totally come any day now”. Jess pretended not to be hurt but it obviously stung when she would fawn over our bracelets and how we are such great friends. Spoiler the bracelet never came.

Now I was still trying to smooth things over but it kept getting worse and worse, if I was hanging out with Andy or jess she wouldn’t speak to me, but would only talk shit when we were alone. During all of this Andy and I kept getting closer and eventually started dating but low-key cause the whole situation with Sam and we didn’t want to set her off. I know we were spineless back then.

Now for the catalyst for the revenge. She was a wanna-be youtuber, and wanted to do a holiday video. Andy is a film major but he doesn’t want anything to do with her after all her lies and petty behavior. But then she made an offer we couldn’t refuse, “I’ll give you $200 and pay for food” and for what should’ve been an hour or two of filming we were sold. I was set to manage the site, since that’s my personality is “get it done”, and he was in charge of filming. He worked so hard on it ya’ll, he story boarded, he made a script for her, he got all his equipment together. I was so proud of him. I contacted the diner where we were filming and got everything together and we were set.

Filming Day arrives and we get our hair and makeup done for the “actors” and “actresses” and we all get to the diner an hour before, at her insistence, and set up. She says she’ll be 30 minutes late and so we decide to eat after shooting some B-roll. Guess how long it took her and her “entourage” to arrive? 2 whole hours. We finally get filming and if you are counting we have been at the diner for 4 hours, pre-filming. We spend another 2 hours filming and we have to take after pics in our outfits and everything. Did she pay for our food? Nope. And she tells Andy “You got a big payday coming, you deserve more than 200 for today.” He’s happy cause he wanted to take me out for a nice date for the holiday but spoiler again, she didn’t pay up.

So a week or two goes by and it gets closer and closer to holiday and we already turned over all the footage we are just waiting for payment. Then came the excuses, “I don’t trust zelle.”, “I’m waiting for my auntie to pay me.”, “my aunts in the Caribbean right now and she doesn’t trust zelle either.” We kept hounding her for the money and the holiday came and went, she posted the video and stopped answering texts. Since we all lived together I confronted her and more excuses then she said give her two more weeks.

During those two weeks, she told everyone who would listen that she already paid us and that we were terrible people to try and extort her for more. Now at this point in the year, we are fed up with her, and Andy is ready to write the 200 off, he bitches to his smoking buddies and the smoking buddies get our side of the story out to the relatively small school and pretty soon she doesn’t have a leg to stand on. She gets nasty, texting me all this bs about how Andy is cheating on me and that I deserve better and screenshots of their conversations where he supposedly tells her how he’d rather not be committed. Now we had some commitment issues in the beginning, on both sides, but she tried to present these texts as recent, not stuff from months ago. The final straw was when she called me stupid and naive for staying in the relationship despite him being a greedy man whore.

Now I was going scorched earth, for some background on Sam. She was a chronic cheater, like get drunk at a party and give a guy a blowjob cheater, then go out the next weekend and do it again. She was also married, she and her husband got married right out of high school, which is typical of army guys in my experience. The ink wasn’t even dry on the marriage certificate, less than a year when she burned us. But I was someone she chose to confide in since she thought I was too stupid to see through her after all the shit she put us through. So I gathered evidence, all the cheated, the videos of her doing shit at parties, sexts with various guys, the drinking binges, and her shit talking her loving army boyfriend. I gathered all of this information for more than a year, I felt horrible for the guy but I needed a file that would damn her to legal hell.

D-day arrived when about a year and a half after I met her she told me that she thought her husband was cheating as when he was deployed she found a video on his phone of him and his buddy dancing on some girls in a club. Sam was livid, she was cursing and swearing she would take him for every cent in court for cheating on her. Never mind that she was blowing guys for fun every other weekend. I asked her if she had proof, and she said that proof doesn’t matter, they always believe the hurt wife.

I complied all my evidence and wrote a very long apology letter for waiting this long, and sent it anonymously. Sam didn’t return to school the next year and I kinda lost track of her. I got reminded when my fiancé showed me that terrible video we did for her, I confessed what I did and we social media stalked her accounts. She now posts a lot of “single and loving it” memes and she has a few vlogs talking about fake friends and how simple living is the best. I guess thats a consequence of loosing her luxurious “rich girl” lifestyle that her husbands family provided for her. Looking at her ex-husbands page he has a beautiful wife and a baby on the way, looking way happier than I’d ever see him.

TL;DR: So yeah, don’t be a bitch and short people 200 dollars. It'll cost you your husband, your cushy lifestyle, respect, and one year of nontransferable credits at an out the ass expensive school.

(source) (story by traightTrade488)

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Q and A fanfic

This was a Q and A I did on my other account and I thought I would share it here.

“Allen, Matt, Kurai where are you?!”

A short young woman called. Her hand left her mouth as she walked around the abandoned grocery store. Her black sweatshirt and jeans offering some warmth as she walked around the dark dead aisles. There was something about a place that was once full of life, now being left for dead that caused her to shiver. Her wandering eventually lead her to an empty hall that held a faint glow at the end.

The woman hoped that the light was from them. She walked toward the light and noticed that it was mostly blocked by a heavy looking door. Not wanting to remain in the dark, she knocked to a simple and well-known tune.

The sound of footsteps responded in kind. They were heavy sounding, like thick hiking boots. When the door had opened it revealed just that. The short lady’s eyes followed the boots up to worn blue jeans, a light colored tank top covered by a dark bomber jacket and finally a smug face.

“We were wondering if you would ever get here Author.”

“It’s not like y’all made it easy to find. You picked an old run-down grocery store and that’s screams murder scene.”

Allen snorted and gestured for Author to enter into the room. Once in the room, Allen shut the door while she glanced around. The light came from a garage light, its was propped in the corner and created a harsh bright hue, except in a few corners. There were a mismatch of office, plastic lawn, and camp chairs found all over the room.

Author’s eyebrow was raised in confusion, this was definitely a weird set up. Before she could get comfortable a Japanese accented voice piped up. She peered at a corner behind her and realized that there were two males sitting in the darkness. An average size Asian male wearing black skinny jeans with a grey shirt. The other male was broader wearing flannels, blue jeans, and thick boots.

“Author-san, now that you are here, could you finally tell us why you needed to meet with us?”

“I need y’all to answer some questions for me, Kurai. After all I am the closest thing you guys have for personal relations.”

A nod came from both males. As Allen had walked behind Author and pushed a chair behind her legs forcing her to sit down. She let out a small squeak while Allen let out a small chuckle and pulled up a chair next to her.

“So babe, what kinda questions do we gotta answer?”

“Just a couple basic ones… And I have to record it.”

Reaching in her hoodie pocket she pulled out two things. First her phone, now turned recorder and a piece of paper. Readjusting her clothing, and leaning back into the chair, Author turned to look at Matt, the flannel wearer.

“Matt, would you be ok if we started with you?”

A grunt was her only verbal confirmation. As he sat a little straighter in his camp chair.

“Someone named, Rose Autumns wants to know if you and your 1p get along?”

Matt’s face scrunched up for a minute. His violet eyes closed in thought, before opening again.

“He’s okay. I play hockey with him sometimes, and we both help the local wildlife.”

“That’s goo…”

“But he’s spineless. I HATE how he allows himself to be walked all over!”

Author blinked, she didn’t expect an outburst.

“So, does that mean you don’t like him.”

“No, he’s ok. He just pisses me off sometimes, eh. We can only hang out aboot three times a month without me wanting to slaughter him.”

Author nodded, she sweat dropped and hoped that Matt’s 1p wouldn’t end up dead due to his temper. She glanced at her paper and to avoid sending Matt on a rant, quickly changed the subject by looking at Kurai.

“Alright Kurai, what are some of your favorite things? This is also by Rose Autumns.”

The question made Kurai smile.

“My favorite things to do? Well, I like to spend my days reading, training, and learning new skills.”

“Skills?”

“Yes, things like new ways of getting information, how to fix my house, and breaking the mind, among other things.”

Both Matt and Allen shared a look before looking at Kurai. Allen being the ever curious one, decided to ask for more details.

Kurai responded about how his home is starting to need repairs and how he would rather not have to pay someone. Allen agreed and mentioned that was one of the best was to fix things was to do it yourself.  This ideal caused Matt to join in as well. It turned from general maintenance to other types of damages. Also how each of them have figured out the best ways to fix things themselves.

Author was starting to become bored by it. She coughed in her hand to return the attention to her.

“Al, I have one for you as well. Naughty Devil Woman is wanting to know what your go to pick up line is.”

Allen’s face became impish with a wide smirk. His ruby eyes completed the look of pure mischief.

“Well babe if this Naughty Devil Woman wants me, she just has to ask.”

A slapping sound was heard, and it came from Author. She had given herself a face palm. Matt not caring for his brother’s stupidity spoke up.

“Just answer the damn question. No one here actually finds you that appealing.”

Allen’s face fell in annoyance, obviously caused by his brother’s response. None the less, smirked again and walked to Author and cupped her cheeks. She had no clue how to respond and blushed at the closeness. She let out a small whimper as he leaned close, and his smirk became a gentle smile.

“My go to line is this, of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite.”

Author’s mouth dropped and the blush turned from just her cheeks to her whole face. She pushed him away and Allen grunted as he fell on the floor.

“What was THAT! All that was asked for was a pickup line!”

“Doll, if you want a pickup line, I might as well go through all the motions.”

His smile had become cockier after dusting off his pants. Allen sauntered back to his chair and leaned back. The other two men in the room rolled their eyes at his antics.

“If Naughty Devil Woman ever wants to hear more, she just has to ask. I have plenty.”

Shaking her head Author looked down at her paper, she had one more question left. She could only hope that no one would be upset that he got two.

“Well I have one more question and its Matt’s.”

A grunt confirmed that he was ready to hear it, but a loud WHAT stopped everyone. Now with all eyes one Allen, they could see his annoyance. He was looking right at Author and pointed to Matt.

“I’m the better looking one, why does HE get a second question!”

“Because they had more questions for him.”

Allen did not like that answer and walked over to Author, ripping the paper out of her hand. A small shout of anger from the tiny woman didn’t stop him from looking over the paper.

“Wait, there are two questions left on here. One of them is for you.”

Author affirmed that yes, one was for her but she would answer it later. The other two men sitting were more interested than they had been a second ago.

“Allen-san. Read her question, she should have to answer her question before Matthieu-san answers his.”

Author looked at Matt and shook her head no. She hoped he would disagree, but to her dismay a smirk came from Matt. He nodded and she frowned.

Allen chuckled, and nodded.

“All rightly, what is your process of writing every chapter? Do you just go with the flow or do you do things to specificity get into the mindset of writing? This comes straight from Naught Devil Woman.”

Author sat there for a second as the men stared her down for an answer. Their gazes applying pressure to answer.

“Well, to answer that, I usually go with a general flow, but I do has some kind of set up for each type of chapter. For each character page, I look at both their 1p’s entry and theirs. Then I think about what I know about the country and do some basic level research. For their head canons I reference their pages and think about how I would expect them to react. Lastly for the more narrative based ones, I tend to map a story out in my head and then attempt to write it down. Fixing up details along the way.”

Nods were given from all three men. They didn’t really understand why someone would as her about writing, after all they were real people. Maybe she had some side work, or it was her hobby.

Author looked at Allen and held her hand out for the paper. Her gesture showed that she had done her part and expected that he would do his. Allen rolled his eyes before walking off with the paper. Author was getting frustrated with his man’s attitude.

“AL! It’s my job to ask, not yours.”

“Not anymore, if Matt get’s another question I’m gonna ask it.”

“Bu-“

Allen looked back at Author, his eyes narrowed. He was now daring her to challenge him more. Author pouted and sat back down. She would rather not push him to violence.

“Ok, Moose lover! The last question is this. What is the worst thing you have seen in the woods.”

Matt wasted no time in saying that it was Allen. This caused Author to cover her mouth and giggle, while Kurai smirked. Allen was not amused. His nostrils flared like an angry bull and again he asked the question.

Matt smirked at his anger and replied again, you. The veins in Allen’s neck has risen. He was gonna ask one more time and if he didn’t give a different answer, Allen was going to kill him. Just like the previous two times, you was answered.

Allen jumped at his brother. Matt being knocked out of the camp chair, caught his brother. The two tumbled on the floor and curses were thrown. All the while Kurai and Author were doing their best to avoid getting hit.

 The two being without their weapons, at Author’s request, started to use any of the nearby chairs to beat each other. They both were starting to get more violent with each attack. Author became scared that they would do some serious damage asked Kurai to end the fight.

A nod was her only answer as he walked over to the two brawlers. All it took was a quick kick to separate the two.

“I would like to go home and I cannot do that until this last question is answered. Matthieu-san, please answer it honestly.”

A huff came from Matt as he sat up and glared at Kurai. He looked toward the wall and his eyes became hazy.

“The worst thing I ever saw in the woods happened when I was grounded and worked for the Mounties. We were told to search the Rockies for a lost ten-year-old. I found him, ripped apart by a Grizzly.”

He looked down and a silence overtook the room. Author walked over to him and sat next to him.

“Do you need a hug?”

“No, Author. I’m fine.”

The silence continued before Kurai walked over to Author. Standing above her, he asked if there was anything else that was needed from him. She shook her head and remembered that she had to stop the recording.

Getting up, she went to the table and grabbed her phone. Clicking off the recording and thanking all the nations, she gestured for them all to leave.

With that all of them left the room one by one. The lights were turned off and the room left in shambles. Maybe sometime soon, more nations will get to answer questions.