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[sekaicards]

oh, also.

[komitomi]

Hi Komi! I just stumbled upon your account after reading an Alhaitham imagine of yours and it was AMAZING. I wanted to request Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Thoma after finding your G-spot? Thank you!!

that genuinely means a lot to me, thank you so much for liking my work <33 and yes!!

Finding your gspot :: alhaitham, kaveh, thoma (separate) x afab!f!reader

MDNI, NSFW WARNINGS: fingering (alhaitham, thoma), cunnilingus (thoma), p in v sex (kaveh), slightly mean!alhaitham, virgin!kaveh, gentle!thoma, small bit of fluff at thoma's part, cumming inside (kaveh), using spit as lube (alhaitham), reader is called a whore once (alhaitham) + not proofread.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Alhaitham:

You were currently sprawled out on his desk after you decided to tease him by disturbing him while he was focused on his studies, at first you sat on his lap, straddling him as he sat on his chair, but that didn't seem to bring out any reaction so you opted to grinding yourself against him.

Your intentions were to just tease him and be done with it but all that led to was the position you were in right now, alhaitham had you spread out on his desk, gazing at your dripping cunt, you felt extremely embarassed.

He lubed up his finger with his spit before teasing it against your hole and gently shoving it in, you gripped onto the table tightly and clenched your stomach muscles, “Relax.” he coos and you do relax.

That was until he adds another finger and curls his finger inside you, slightly hitting your gspot which ripped a pornographic moan out of you, alhaitham was kind of amused so he pressed harder, which made you arch your back, he smirked lightly at this.

You couldn't help but grind yourself against his fingers, he pumps his fingers in and out of you and doesn't miss hitting your gspot, which eventually makes you cum all over his fingers and the desk.

“tsk, tsk, such a dirty little whore” he clicks his tongue and pulls his fingers out of you before licking them, all that he knew was that those biology lessons definitely paid off that day.

Kaveh:

Kaveh was a virgin obviously, so the first few times you guys had sex it was more experimenting and a little challenging, you yourself haven't had many experiences but you were kind of well-versed, but kaveh? he had no idea what he was doing the first few times and you didn't mind, and guided him through it.

Now imagine his surprise as he was thrusting into you as usual and suddenly he changes angle which makes the tip of his dick brush over a spot that brought a loud moan from you, unlike any he heard before.

He halted not knowing what that was, thinking it caused you pain, but you whined and told him to continue that way, he had obeyed and continued thrusting into you, in the same angle, watching your reactions, he had no idea what it was but definitely knew you liked it.

You for sure would not have believed that he was inexperienced because the way he was thrusting so effortlessly into you right now, and hitting all the right spots while showering kisses on your body seemed like what an experienced person would do, but it all seemed to come so naturally to him, sure it took a little bit of time but hey, it was all worth it.

He continued to thrust into you, watching the way you react to his pacing, “F-faster!” you yell out, throwing your head back, he looks at you before speeding up his pace, you grip onto his shoulder tightly as your high was reaching you, moaning and whining as his cock bullied itself into your hole.

You come undone beneath him, coating his dick with your juices, he was surprised at this but continued to thrust before he finished himself inside you, he pulled out his dick to notice clear and a rather sticky substance on it, he looked back at you to ask you a question but you were laying there panting and tired.

He later learnt that the spot he was hitting which made you react in such a sensitive way was your gspot, and that the clear but sticky substance was your cum, not be confused with your wetness, he never knew women can orgasm like that, he only ever knew about clitoris orgasm, that too which he learnt from you, but never this, he was very fascinated to say the least.

Ever since that accidental discovery, kaveh's game and experience had improved rapidly, and he was proud of it.

Thoma:

“H-ha...! F-fuck right there thoma~!” you moan, throwing your head back, as you grip thoma's hair tightly, his tongue swirling around your bud, kissing it and licking it as if his life depended on it, you grind your hips against his face to match the rhythm of his tongue.

Thoma's hands kept your thighs apart, as he continued making out with your cunt, your hand left his hair and you propped yourself up on your elbows before shifting your entire weight onto one and grabbing his hair again, you looked at him with a dazed expression as he flicked his tongue against your clit before engulfing it with his mouth.

You groaned at the pleasure, you brushed his hair back, pushing away the strands of hair that were slightly tickling you as he ate you out, you felt one of his hands leave your thigh and to your entrance, he pulled away from your clit and shifted on his knees, before pushing one finger into your cunt gently before leaning down once again, to toy with your bud.

“O-oh god!” you moaned as you gripped his hair tighter making him groan, he slowly pushed the finger inside and out of you and added another one inside when he thought you were ready to take it, you gasp and felt your thighs quake.

His fingers were plunged deep inside you as he moved them like an expert, he was searching for your gspot, pressing down at random spots until he felt you shiver against him and let out a whimper, indicating that he found it.

His tongue pressed on your clit simultaneously as his finger pressing against your sensitive spot, you threw your head back and your hand left his hair to grip onto whatever was beneath you.

His tongue moved skillfully against your clit once again, nipping at your bud as he thrusts his fingers deep inside your cunt, you felt your high approaching and you grinded yourself against his face and hand, chasing it.

You felt shockwaves erupt from your body as you reached your high, it wasn't like your any other orgasm, it was more intense, you let out a low scream at the way it came out so harshly, juices gushing out all at once, you took a moment to register as to what happened until you felt thoma pull his fingers out and clean you up with his mouth.

You just squirted all over him, you felt extremely embarassed at it and covered your face with your hands as you laid on your back before you felt thoma on top of you, pulling your hands apart and kissing your mouth, you tasted your high from his mouth, it was salty and sweet at the same time, he pulled away from the kiss and kissed your face insteand.

“Don't be embarassed.” he cooed sweetly while stroking your hair and embracing you.

[fastboatsmojito]

It’s my birthday today! I’m turning 22 and I’m scared… can I get a Scott writing please 🥺 to make me feel better, I love your writing 💕

Omg happy birthday !!!!! of course <33

Red velvet - Scott Miller x reader <3

| a/n; Scott is not a birthday party kinda guy to me but he is good at planning things so he’ll just have to suck it up :p + I hope you have a lovely birthday dearest!!! 🫶🏼

| wc; 673

| cw; mostly fluff, slightly sweeter than usual Scott, a splash suggestive at the end but only if you want it to be 🙇

You woke up to Scott’s side of the bed empty, still foggy and confused as you walked into the kitchen for some water. You didn’t plan on doing much for your birthday, proposing a sweet day in with your boyfriend instead of some elaborate party, both of you scheduled the day off weeks ago.

“What are you doing?” You asked, groggy voice barely coming out as you stood, staring down the usually annoyingly clean man that is currently covered in a layer of flour. His head snapped up from his work to explain, mimicking a similar amount of surprise on his face that he found on your own.

“You’re not supposed to be up yet. It’s barely seven, go back to sleep.” He said plainly, dusting the flour off of his hands.

“You’re baking?” You unconvincingly tried to hold back a laugh as you said it, bringing when he rolled his eyes at you.

“I bake all the time.”

“You cook all the time,” You corrected, walking behind him to grab a glass. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with an apron on.” Your gaze was pointed at the white fabric covering his shirt as he moved closer to you, taking the cup from your hands and pouring some water for you.

“Consider it a birthday present.” He said, smug as he handed you the now cold glass before cupping your face in his flour-coated hands and placing a soft kiss on your head.

“Happy birthday, by the way. I have some real fun stuff planned later that I’m sure you’d love even more if you slept a little longer first.” He knew you’d want a nap later if you were up this early and that’d interrupt some of his plans, but more than that he wanted you out of the kitchen so he could continue preparing without your stolen glances.

——

After just a few more hours of sleep you woke back up, this time to Scott walking in the room with a plate of breakfast. He walked over as you sat up, handing you a mouth watering plate of pancakes.

“Oh my god this smells amazing, thank you.” You praised, smiling up at him.

You both ate in bed, Scotts usually not a big fan of food in bed in general but clearly he decided to make an exception for your special day.

——

For a while you just lounged around together, basking in the comfort of each other you typically wouldn’t have so long with on a weekday.

Around lunch he told you to get ready, handing you the first gift of many; a black box encompassing a gorgeous dress that you’d seen a few weeks prior when you were out together. You didn’t buy it then since you figured you didn’t have anywhere to wear it. He watched your reaction as you stood speechless.

“That’s the color you wanted, right? I kept the receipt if you-“ You stopped him before he could continue, shaking your head as you held it in front of you.

“It’s perfect.” You studied the soft fabric before setting it down to give him a hug, squeezing him tight as you breathed in the warm scent of his cologne.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

——-

After a lovely dinner he brought you back home, letting you wear his jacket the second you stepped outside. You held his hand as you walked in, gasping when you saw all of the decorations. All pretty balloons and flowers with a big cake from his earlier escapades sitting on the table to top it off.

“Scott! How’d you-“

“I had a little help.” He shrugged, smiling as he watched you look up at him with excitement.

“Go on.” He let go of your hand to guide you in, “You’ve got a lot of present unwrapping to do and if you want, when you’re all done with those, I’ll give you something else.” He whispered the last part, minty as always breath over your skin as he gave your jaw a kiss before gently pushing you to walk all the way in.

——

[shunsuiken]

study buddy.

— for @svgarslut’s “a debt to pay” collab.

pairing. nerd!albedo x fem!afab!reader

cw. smut (you guys fuck in the dining room + blowjob + snowballing + pussy job + protected sex + he’s kinda subby at first + aftercare)

synopsis. having the nerd wrapped around your finger had given you two benefits: a study buddy and his dick.

wc. 1.8k

an. SUGAR I HAD SM FUN WRITING THIS <3 ive always loved nerd!albedo and this collab definitely ripped that concept right out of my bones LMAOO thank u for letting me participate sugar <3 !! and to the rest of you, enjoy <33

mdni + includes ageless & blank blogs

“y/n… you promised we’d be studying today,” albedo whispers under his breath, loud enough for you to hear it in his empty house. his parents were out for the night—on a date so you took the golden opportunity in your hands to ask albedo to ‘study’ with you while they were gone.

you’re unbuckling his pants the second he takes you to his dining room, where you two would normally do the actual studying. “i know, but can we put that aside first? plus, you look so cute today.” you kneel in front of him, unsurprised of the tent you’re greeted with down there. “hm, don’t tell me you’ve been thinking about this all day too…” because that only makes you more feral for him.

albedo sits and quickly grabs the chair cushion beside him to slide under your knees on the ceramic tiles. “you’re such a sweetheart.” you lean up to kiss his cheeks but he angles his face another way to capture your lips in his instead. you hum into the kiss, a cheeky study buddy you have but one you would not replace.

his hands travel down to your waist, pressing you close as his thumbs sneak under your shirt to rub circles on your smooth skin. his free hand holds your neck in place so he can kiss you just the way he likes it—in the way you would enjoy it as well of course. “you smell nice,” albedo whispers with half-lidded eyes, pulling away momentarily.

“knew you’d like it,” you bit your smile, not wanting to show how obviously happy you were with his opinion. you take the empty moment to dive into his neck, sneaky palms of yours thoroughly running over his chest, feeling his already hardened nipples under his thin cotton shirt.

albedo groans into your ear as you abuse the dip between his neck and shoulder blade, tongue rising to kiss that spot right under his jaw that turns your cute study buddy into putty. you hear his desperate pants and notice how the tent of his boxers pokes your tummy. the darkened spot on it only fuels you up. your fingers reach for the hem of his shirt, guiding the soft material off him so you could feel his porcelain skin.

your kisses move downwards while your fingers gently pinch and prod at his nipples, the tent in his pants being pushed right into your face in desperation. “y/n, let’s make this quick.” you hear the shivering in albedo’s voice—this is exactly the state you want him in. needy, desperate and hard.

“if that means you’ll help me with my studies then who am i to say no?” you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down with ease. albedo helps you out by lifting himself up a bit so that you can slide his boxers down to his feet.

albedo watches closely as your lips attach themselves to his red tip, he hisses at the warmth of your mouth, feeling your tongue glide over his slit spilling in precum. you make kitten licks over the head, edging and teasing albedo on as he grips the back of your head.

“you better put that mouth of yours to work, or else this won’t be much of a fair exchange,” albedo warns, pulling you back with your hairs in between his fingers. you whimper at the slight force, pretty hands falling flat on his flexed thighs. you would be lying if you said that wasn’t hot.

you do what he says, taking him all in your mouth, plump lips shining in a mix of your precum and saliva. your hands slide to his balls, playing and squeezing them because you know how much albedo enjoys having his balls fondled. and he reacts perfectly, throwing his head back in pleasure as his fingers card through your hair—petting you—encouraging you.

his hips begin jerking into your face, whimpering, you hold onto his thighs decorated in a pink tone from your grip on them. you catch up to albedo’s rhythm. your jaw aches like a bitch but god the view you’re looking at is worth the pain you’re feeling. and he’ll definitely make up for it later anyway.

“y- y/n, fuck, i’m—” it’s adorable, really. how he finishes before finishing his sentences. his cum shoots into your mouth, as if desperate for you to swallow it. you’re not one to just swallow cum though, where’s the fun in that?

albedo’s only just coming down from his high, you’ve turned him into a complete mess—hair disheveled like he just woke up, cheeks dusted in pink and naked chest heaving from the immense pleasure. oh but his lips? it’s like they’re asking for your attention.

you’ve yet to swallow his cum, sitting on his lap to take his lips in yours. albedo knows what you’re doing as you do it quite often. he definitely enjoys it as much as you do too. your lips fiercely take his on, and with your tongue you push his cum into his mouth. in the process of exchange some cum spills from the corners of your mouths. “mmh… shit, y/n…” albedo pulls away momentarily to exhale a breath of air, dazed eyes following your thumb where you collect his cum from the corner of his mouth.

nothing is better than seeing such an organised person become nothing but a pathetic mess under you. gently, you push the sticky mixture into his mouth.

“you should really see how you look right now,” you hum, licking off the remainders from the corner of your own lips in the process.

shamelessly, albedo watches your tongue lick up his release on your fingers. it isn’t too long until his cock’s hard again—and from just watching you too. he can’t help it, his study buddy just happens to be the epitome of sexy and he has her all to himself.

your hair is a little messy but you look hotter that way too. almost as dishevelled as him. then his eyes fall down to your… still clothed chest. albedo frowns, tugging the hem of your shirt as a sign to take it off. you lift your arms up. “do me the honour?”

albedo almost looses his shit. “god you are so sexy,” he groans, doing as you said to reveal your bra that unsurprisingly matches your skirt. your chest is still littered in hickey’s he’s placed from sessions before. he pushes you closer to him so he can inhale that scent of yours to stay sane, closing in on your neck to begin his ministrations.

you don’t realise how achey you feel from not releasing until albedo’s fingers ghost along the line of your clothed clit. your thighs flex in reaction, unable to contain your whiny moans when he kisses up your sensitive neck. a gasp leaves your lips when his cool middle finger slips under your panties just to be soaked in your essence.

“fucking wet now, aren’t we?” albedo doesn’t expect you to answer, not when your face looks like you’ve seen the stars already. you just want to cum so bad after sucking his dick—who knew that turned you on so much?

he glides his middle finger around the bud, hearing soft squelching sounds from the slick that’s pouring out of you. “‘bedo… make me cum please,” you whine, hips grinding onto his finger. “wanna cum.”

albedo realises that you’re probably desperate like this after waiting all day, and after sucking his dick the only thing you want is your hips stuttering against his.

“of course, now-” he gestures you to stand up and sit over on the sturdy dining table, switching positions too. once you’re on the table, pussy bare to him, he positions his cock at your entrance.

“ah,” albedo reaches out for the front pocket on your tote-bag, bringing out a condom you usually keep in there. he rips the packaging with his teeth before sliding the material on him. “ready, pretty girl?”

there’s something about the sex-filled air that does something to albedo’s senses. he can smell you—everywhere. it’s a sweet, delicate-tasting nectar that can drive him to the point of insanity. his eyes dilate at his cock pressed up against your clit, just utterly mesmerised by your essence collecting at his tip. it’s hot even with the condom on.

your legs are placed up against his chest, feet dangling by his ears. you’re beautiful lying on the table like this. albedo can finally see all your movements and reactions now. your chest rises and falls with every breath you take, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body after providing heavenly service for your study buddy.

it’s only fair if he returns the favour.

so he slides right in, without warning, and your head falls back at the sudden fullness that intrudes your pussy. your hands shakily find something to grip on, successfully finding albedo’s hands to hold. he leans down, tucks his face into your neck with his chest touching yours.

though this position is the most intimate you’ve ever been in with him, you don’t mind it and nor does he. the creaking of the table echoes in the living room, competing with your whimpers and moans that bounce off the walls. he doesn’t stop slamming his hips into yours.

the coil finally snaps and you swear you’re seeing stars. the burst of nerves sends shocks all over your body. your hands hold onto his tighter as he guides you through your orgasm. “fu—ck! ‘bedo, fuck, fuck, ooh ‘bedo, fuck—!” your high-pitched moans are heard clearly by albedo, he smiles lightly into your neck and lifts his head up to see your fucked out face.

his hips grind slowly into yours, taking in the sight right under his nose. your lips fall apart to exhale. your eyes are in a post-orgasm haze, half-lidded, staring at the ceiling behind albedo’s face.

“hello? earth to y/n, earth to y/n?” the platinum blond teases, waving a hand in front of your face and you click your tongue at him, swatting his hand away to hold again.

your thumb gently caresses the back of his hand. “how about you use these hands to clean me up huh?” you shoot back playfully, enjoying how his presence is warm in your personal space. you kind of don’t want him to leave it.

“you got it, sweetheart.” albedo grins at you, planting a kiss on your cheek before going off to get you a warm towel.

you take a look around, clothes are messily thrown on the table, your underwear is on the floor and then you spot his disregarded assignment in the corner of the table. guess it’s time to actually study now. you chuckle lightly before you’re brought back to reality with a warm towel gently wiping your inner thighs.

your gaze rises to meet albedo’s face, the shorter layers of his hair falls over his eyes and eyebrows unevenly. “what’s on your mind, pretty?” he feels your attention on him, throwing the towel on the chair and reaching for your shirt that hangs on it.

“nothing,” you say, taking your shirt from his hands before adding, “let’s do that assignment from class today?”

“now that you’ve had your fun, you’re ready to get busy, huh?” albedo looks at you with exasperation but you don’t miss the hint of a smile showing at the corner of his lips. he just won’t ever get bored of you.

[ginkgomoon]

Love and Fleeting Time (3rd Anniversary)- Song Analysis

A couple of weeks ago, I did a music analysis and translation of the entire concert for the KR server here where there will be a couple of songs that I will be referring to. This is the musical analysis for the track showcased during the 3rd Anniversary PV played at the end of the concert. Contains minor spoilers- mentions of Season 2!

@cheri-cheri for youuu 🥺💙

If anyone had studied film, the arts, or literally is a fic writer, you would know that the sentence you write or shot you take is something of high value and intent that would contribute to the building of a particular work.

Music is the same. Everything is intentional and necessary. Everything you hear commits to a particular purpose/theme and the message you want to convey. The MLQC music tracks in particular have no lyrics, which accentuates the fact that the emotions, the connections and the information you gather comes strictly from the various instruments and sounds that you hear.

This, therefore makes music analysing much fun but a lot more complicated.

For example, without lyrics we have to be extra vigilant. A certain note or instrument could present itself and we might have to correlate that to something in the gameplay. Or, if a certain instrument represented a certain personality, we would have to expand on that, too.

Guide

The dot-points are the musical terms/instruments named that you can hear. - Dashes underneath will be the storyline connection and interpretation to the music.

No dashes or dot points mean that the sentence is the analysis and/or retelling of the PV.

Analysis

@cheri-cheri did her own interpretation which I also would be emphasising similar points that I agree with in my own analysis down below.

Piano enters as a solo, with melody in right hand and arpeggiated left-hand accompaniment. (0:00-0:09) - We are introduced to the piano, which represents MC. - In music and storylines, she is always associated by this instrument. An example would be that she duets with Gavin on the piano in the CN Mark Date. - Her presence can also be felt in the pure piano of the Loveland opening.

As the PV plays, we see the different memories that MC and the boys have made.

We also see MC gently holding a landing snowflake. Snowflakes represent rebirth and purity. As it melts, it cleanses by transforming into water, suitable for transformation and new beginnings. We are also reminded of the Winter World events, from Chapters 19+.

Feathers in the background also represent trust, faith, ascension, and a sign of the 'highest honour'. They also hold a strong correlation to MC all throughout Season 1.

Acoustic guitar enters with similar arpeggiated chords to accompany melody. (0:09-0:16) - This guitar we hear is Gavin. - This is because he is always seen playing the guitar. He duets with MC on it while she plays the piano in the CN Mark Date. - The melody played is similar to his Season 1 theme song, Blue Temperature. - His track Dim Starlight Night is of pure guitar too.

Electronic harp doubles the piano melody and adds an extra texture, top-heavy music. (0:16-0:32) - This represents Kiro. - It gives a more uplifting feel to the present melody with its higher notes. - This suits Kiro as he's known to be the most chipper out of the 5 guys! - The melody is again subtly similar to his Season 1 theme song Sweet Accomplice.

Cello enters with an expressive melodic line. (0:33-0:40) - Victor. Yes. - His classic cello is always heard in his theme songs in Season 1's Between Time, Season 2, and Gradual Brewing of the Heart’s Melody. - This is as well similar to his Season 1 theme song.

Slowly all instruments are joining in with the flow of the piano melody. - In the main plot as MC meets the boys, they all become very important people to her and vice versa. They would do anything to safeguard MC from danger, and she too, dedicates herself to protect humanity and those she loves.

All instruments through the use of vibrato enhances the emotions, merging and carrying each other to lead to the climax. (0:41-0:49)

The PV continues to show us how the boys were like when they were younger without MC by their side. It then transitions to them being with her, allowing themselves to show their more affectionate and tender sides.

All these memories so far are from Season 1.

Electronic drum kit and violin section enters with melody and harmony lines for the chorus. (0:49-1:22)

Dynamics (volume) increase.

You can also hear subtly in the back the three instruments above while the violin- the more dominant instrument, carries the melody. - The new addition of the instruments representing the guys in the main melody are the drums. - This represents Lucien. - It is also similar-sounding to his Night Fireworks Season 1 theme song, but quicker, almost like heartbeats. - It's also heard in A Curtain of Deep Love and his Season 2 track.

As the chorus ends, instruments suddenly drop out to a dramatic pause, slowly returning to its previous melody of the few bars of cello, piano and the drum kit. (1:22-1:30) - Victor's majestic cello dominates this piece.

This part is played in C major/A minor (a very ‘classic’ key), with a combination of minor and major chords. This helps maintain the interest of the listener.

Gavin's guitar returns, adding to the melody. (1:31-1:39)

Violins then join in. (1:39-1:54)

The music starts to pick up again with all the instruments for the second chorus to come in. (1:54-2:11)

As this occurs, we can also hear the subtle nudges of electric guitar accompanying the melody. - This represents Shaw. - He is always seen playing the bass similar to the electric guitar, playing for his band Isolated at the Livehouse in various dates.

Slowly, we progress to the ending of Season 1, and the boys state their wishes and promises of what will occur for "next time".

The words/Chinese characters throughout the PV are from MC's perspective- her thoughts during her transition into Season 2.

MC finally enters Black Cabin.

The electric guitar is then heard dominantly with the violins in the last minute of the piece, changing the tone colour overall. (2:11-2:30) - This suits Shaw like how he meets MC that day, as the bolt of lightning who had appeared in her life. - (This is the best part of the track in my opinion!)

By the time this second chorus plays, we see past memories of dates that MC had with the guys in Season 1.

After, we see the Season 2 versions of themselves when MC meets them again.

MC is reminded that no matter what world or universe, they're still essentially the same boys she knows and loves.

The other instruments start to become more sound after this section as the electric guitar still lingers in the back. (2:30-2:42)

noThe violin, piano and electronic drum kit feature on a A minor chord. (2:42-3:06)

The piano and violin together land the ending of the track. - Starting with MC, ending with MC.

As the PV ends, we see the boys as snowflakes dancing to MC's music.

Shards also dance around the snowflake boys, symbolising the memories they had before that had been shattered, now needing to rebuild and reshape them into something new from the result of their rebirth.

[hoseoksssangels]

Hii, it's your local astrology geek here, and also a new follower >3

That's the thing: scrolling down your blog I've noticed (firstly, amazingly good vibes 😂✨) and then I've seen that thing about spouses, which i consider very cool, so I'd like to ask about it since I'm curious af:

*clears the throat*, so, I'll make a list so it'll be cleaner 😂

20° ♏ 7th house

3° ♊ mars in the 1st conj. moon

22° ♐ pluto in the 8th (retrograde)

Additional things:

18° ♑ juno is in the 9th conj. (largely) chiron

20° ♐ groom in the 8th conjunct to pluto

Interesting facts I'd like to share with you since i adore to use my gemini prominence this way:

My groom persona chart has prominent intense scorpio energy, such as:

♏ ASC, and a ♏ mars in the 1st conjunct ♏ venus

a ♐ stellium between the 1st and 2nd house filled with easy-teasy plutonic energy like: sun, moon, and mercury all conj. to each others and pluto

ok, as you can see i added degrees (20°, 18°...) cause i didn't know if you use them or not, in doubt i included them here 😂

[Ok, I'm done now, have a nice day ☺️✨]

Hey there!! Sorry for the late answer! Thank you for the compliment abt my blog! It warms my heart 🥰✨

Now let’s see! ✨

So first thing that popped into my mind is that your future spouse might be foreign!

That’s bc your Juno the asteroid of marriage/spouse etc...is in the 9th house! So this person might live at a distance from you right now. You could meet while travelling or it could even be that they live in the same state as you, but are foreign. Also you guys might meet while doing something spiritual as well (as the 9th house rules spirituality and religion //if you’re religious ofc, pls take it as it resonates to you, I don’t wanna say something wrong when it comes to religion and other ppl beliefs ❤️ \\)

I do strongly believe that your partner will be very Plutonic, so expect them to have Scorpio placements or strong Pluto influence in their chart. ✨

Groom in your 8th house (conj. Pluto wow) also makes me think that your future spouse will have strong and intense energy. But I feel like they won’t express it in a negative way. It’s more likely that they’ll be very emotional intelligent, they might also be quite powerful/successful with all that Pluto energy. As we know the zodiac sign Scorpio is more secretive so I think your partner won’t express their feelings much, but they will feel a lot for sure. With all that 9th house and 8th house energy, it could be that your future spouse/partner might be spiritual in any way, and maybe study astrology, tarot cards etc...or show interest towards these topics🔮🌌

I also wanted to add, that your partner might be someone that could’ve gone through some pain in their life. It’s the Juno-Chiron conjunction that makes me think about this, even tho the conjunction is a large one. It still works.

Maybe they’ll teach you a lot and bring you a lot of healing especially in 9th house matters, or perhaps pain. It all depends on how Chiron in their and your chart is aspected. 🔮

I feel like your relationship will be highly spiritual and you guys will be strongly connected. Might even be a fated relationship! <33 And I say this bc we know that Plutonic connections most of the time are fated, as nothing happens for no reason when it comes to Pluto.

Some signs that your partner might have in their chart are:

-SCORPIO 80%

-Sagittarius 15%

-Pisces,Cancer 5%

(Pisces and Cancer are added bc your 7th house is ruled by a water sign, so maybe they won’t be a Scorpio sun for example, but they could be a Pisces Sun and Scorpio Moon, but this is only an example 🧚🏻‍♀️)

I do get some channeled informations from my spirit guides and intuition randomly a lot of times ahah, and for you I’m getting that your partner might be older than you but not much! (2-3 max.) but then again, this is not 100% sure! 🥰

I hope you enjoyed this! Have a good day/night and stay safe! ✨🙏🏻

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Family is More than Blood

Summary: The reader and Winchester brothers bond as the brothers try to help the reader realize family is more than blood when a hunt goes wrong.

Pairings: none

Word Count: 4439

Warnings: angst, description of physical pain, death and fluff <33 !!!

A/N: Also, this is my absolute first SPN fic I ever wrote and am now getting around to posting it. I’ve fleshed it out and edited it since then, but still. Not bad for a first attempt at writing SPN, I think! Thank you to the wonderful @winchest09 for beta'ing once again!!

Well.. At least my day could not possibly get any worse, you thought. After getting a rip from your parents for choosing to stay with the Winchesters, all you felt like doing was curling up in bed with a bottle of whiskey and drinking away your newest painful memory. Correction, you didn’t get a rip. You had just been disowned. You frowned as you thought about your parents. I don’t need Mom or Dad… They don’t understand the life I want to live. How long has it been since they supported me? You rolled your eyes as they filled up with tears.

You’d been with the Winchester brothers for four months now, grabbing any case you could get your hands on. You weren’t sure how they viewed you, given the short time you’d been together, but you were confident in how you viewed them; badasses.

They had first run into you on a case, interrupting your attempt to fight a vengeful spirit on your own. To this day you argued that you would have won the fight. Whenever you said it though, Dean just scoffed and Sam would muss your hair with a small smile.

As you thought about the adventures you’d had with the brothers, trying hard to keep your mind off your parents, you heard a knock on your door.

Quickly, you wiped your eyes to make sure they were dry, and then answered in a strong voice, “Come in!” You bet yourself it would be Sam, since Dean tended to just barge in. Sure enough, Sam poked his head in. “Y/N? Hey, we’re about to sit and eat dinner. You coming?”

Sighing, you nodded and got up. As much as you loved the Winchesters, you didn’t feel like bringing them into your family drama quite yet. It seemed best to keep up appearances. Wandering into the kitchen, the smell of hamburgers hit your nose. You smiled, remembering that Dean had made it a rule: Hamburgers every Friday night if and when the three of you were at the bunker.

Dean grinned at you as you sat down, happy with having a night off. You gave him your best smile back, hoping he didn’t notice you were off rhythm tonight.

“Hey Y/N! Haven’t seen you all afternoon. You been hiding?” Dean looked at you inquisitively as he took a massive bite of his burger, rolling his eyes in ecstasy.

You gave a small chuckle. “I think I’m allowed to hide from you two terrors every once in a while with what I put up with from you.”

As Dean’s chest swelled with indignity, you winked quickly at Sam. When Dean was happy, it was easy to tease him.

Sam gave you a quick smile back, though he seemed a little distracted.

Crap. He can tell. He’s studying me! Do better, Y/N. Get the banter going! Your inner panic began. Sam had always been able to pick up on how you were feeling, no matter how well you hid it. Even from day one, he had read you like a book.

You spent the rest of dinner working on making the two of them laugh, embracing the warmth their laughter brought you. You knew you’d have to hold on tight to this happy feeling once you were on your own for the night. The nighttime was always when any unhappiness you were harboring hit you the hardest.

As you stood up and started clearing the table, you missed a non-verbal exchange between the brothers.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, Dean?”

“We’re gonna to head to the bar in town.”

You didn’t pause in your cleaning as you rolled your eyes. “Good for you.”

“No, we’re ALL going, ya moron. Stop cleaning and get ready! We leave in 10!”

Turning around from the sink, you narrowed your eyes as you studied him. “Why? I’ve got dinner to clean up and a good book waiting in my room.”

This time, it was Sam who answered with a big grin. “Why? Cause it’s high time you learn how to compete with us at pool. And you’re gonna need more alcohol than we have to deal with Dean’s cockiness.” He laughed at Dean as he walked around the table to grab your shoulders and guide you out the kitchen door.

“Sammmmm,” you complain. “I don’t want to have to do the dishes later! You’ve seen the mess Dean makes when he cooks!”

Sam bent down to put his mouth close to your ear. “I have seen the messes he makes. But I’ve also seen you hide when you’re hurting. So we’re going out to give you some fun memories to battle your bad ones with.”

Your eyes filled with tears at his thoughtfulness. You stopped resisting him and turned around to give him a giant hug. Being significantly shorter than him, if you wanted a comfort hug, you had to jump and wrap your arms around his neck. Sam caught you and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight as your feet dangled off the ground several inches. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, squeezing your arms gently to let him know that you appreciated what he was doing. Sam’s arms squeezed back.

After a couple minutes like that, he lifted his cheek from your head and started to walk, straddling a bit to avoid hitting your legs as he walked. You laughed and started to struggle. “You big teddy bear – put me down! I can walk!”

As Sam laughed too, you could feel it rumble deep in his chest. He said, “So? I need my workout for the day! I’ll carry you to your room, m’lady.”

Appeased, you stopped struggling until what he said hit you. Indignant, you exclaimed, “Workout? I’m a workout to you? I am NOT that heavy!” Sam laughed at your outrage and then grunted as your struggling resumed.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll put you down. But only if you promise to be ready in a couple minutes!” Sam looked at you, more solemn now. “We’re serious about giving you some good memories, Y/N. You are a part of our family, and we want you to be as happy as you can be in the life we live.”

As Sam put you down, you gave him a quick peck on his cheek as a thank you, and ran into your room. It wasn’t hard to decide what to wear since you had all of two non flannel/jean outfits. Grabbing your white, high-waisted short shorts, you pulled them on as you ran into your bathroom, rummaging through the mess of clothing, make-up, and toiletries on your counter. Your fingers found your eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss, and you immediately separated them by placing them on a tshirt as you pulled your crop top on. It was one of your favorite tops, and you loved to wear it when you got the chance. But you’d been so busy with the Winchesters, you hadn’t gotten to dress up since before you became a hunter.

Despite the lack of practice, you dolled up quite nicely within 10 minutes. You fluffed your hair as you walked to your door, hoping that you looked ok. Opening your door, you yelled for Sam and Dean, “Guys! I’m ready, let’s go!”

You walked down the hall towards the garage, suddenly impatient. You opened the garage door and saw that the boys weren’t there yet. You gasped. I actually beat them? How on earth did I beat two men in getting ready for a night out? Smiling smugly, you leaned against Baby, crossing your ankles and your arms as you waited. This was a day for the history books.

Sam and Dean walked through the door in button down shirts and jeans. You huffed softly, wishing they’d change it up occasionally. Talking quietly, they didn’t see you until they got close to the car. Glancing forward, Dean spotted you first and stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw hanging slightly. Sam, in the middle of a sentence, stopped when he saw Dean fall back. Confused, he looked around and saw you leaning against the car. His eyebrows go up slightly and his eyes roamed down and up your body slowly. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, yet flattered, you flipped your hair as you opened the rear passenger door.

Sending a quick look in their direction, you teased, “If you boys don’t hurry up, the bar is going to be closed by the time we even get out of this garage.”

They quickly shook out of their stupor and climbed in the car. Clearly they had not seen you dressed up enough. Dean started Baby up and the three of you headed out.

The drive to the bar was not very long, and before you knew it, Dean was pulling into a parking spot. You got out, and headed inside with the brothers. As you walked in, you noticed they each flanked you. You realized they were feeling protective, and you couldn’t help but loop your arms through theirs in a burst of rare affection for the two of them. Looking up, you caught them exchanging happy smiles over your head. This was going to be a fun night, you thought to yourself.

The three of you reached the bar, and while you and Sam sat down, Dean ordered three whiskeys. One thing that you knew the boys liked about you was that you could drink like they did. The bartender brought you your drinks, and you all took a big gulp from your glasses, wincing slightly at the burn that trailed down your throats.

“Ok, Y/N.” Dean looked at you seriously as he put his glass down. “This is the plan. We’re going to get drunk, and then I’m going to teach you how to play pool with the big boys. Because you, my dear, are sadly lacking in your pool skills.” He smiled a big smile, letting you know he was teasing.

You leaned in, and said right in his face, “Challenge accepted, Winchester. Bring it on!” You laughed at the surprised look on his face and turned to Sam. Raising your glass, you gave him a nod and a wink and downed the rest of your drink.

As the three of you ordered another round, you noticed something caught in the napkin dispenser. You moved closer to inspect it, and as you did, your face paled. It was a hex bag. Pulling a napkin out of the dispenser, you used it to grab the bag and bring it to you. You turned around and sat down again, wishing to God you hadn’t seen anything. All you wanted was to get wasted and make some good memories with Sam and Dean to counter the awful ones of your parents. But you were never one to back down from a hunt. And maybe you’d get to release some pent up emotions by beating up this damn witch.

Sam noticed the napkin in your hand and asked, “Hey Y/N, what’s in the napkin?”

You groaned and pulled it below the counter before you opened it up. Their eyes widened as they saw you reveal a hex bag. Sighing, you said, “Boys, we have a witch in our territory. We’ve got work to do.”

Dean hung his head and sighed. “Why tonight?” he asked, frustrated. “This stupid witch couldn’t have waited for us to get ONE NIGHT off?” He grabbed his second drink and downed it in three gulps. He growled, “Let’s go finish this mother fucker.”

You slid off your seat and headed to the door when your head started spinning. Unable to stay upright, you crashed into Sam, who caught you. “Y/N? Y/N what’s going on? What’s wrong?” His concerned eyes swam above you as you tried to focus on what he was saying.

“Sam.. ‘M so dizzy.. Why…” You left it at that, feeling more than dizzy. Your stomach turned, and you turned your head just in time as you vomited violently all over the floor. You felt fear threaten to overwhelm you as you saw blood on the floor.

Dean grabbed your head when you finished and shook you gently to get your attention. “Y/N! You gotta talk to us! What’s wrong?” His deep voice was slightly husky with his urgency.

You met his eyes and moaned, “So dizzy.. and my stomach!” You clutched your stomach as pain shot through it, draining you.

Sam’s arms tightened around you as you went limp, the strength quickly leaving your body. He hoisted you up bridal style and said to Dean, “Dude, what happened to the hex bag?”

Dean’s eyes widened in understanding, and he quickly checked your pockets. As he patted through them, he apologetically said, “Sorry Y/N, I promise you I’m not trying to feel you up.” Dean found it and tucked the hex bag into his shirt’s front pocket, handling it with a bandana, before heading for the car. Sam was hot on his heels with you in his arms.

When they reached Baby, Dean helped Sam get you into the back seat before they opened up the hex bag. They mumbled in confusion as they realized it must have been made for you. Its location originally seemed a coincidence. But the fact that once you held the hex bag and then got sick solidified their theory. The witch knew you and wanted you to suffer.

Dean worked on destroying the bag while Sam patted a wet rag along your face, trying to help the best he can. Your eyelids fluttered weakly as you turned your head to look at him. The bag may have been gone, but you were still weak from whatever the bag inflicted on you. As you felt the rag on your face, your feverish thought process picked up. This isn’t over… If I’m sick, Sam and Dean are distracted. It would have been too easy to just destroy the hex bag. Trap... Y/N, get your act together and warn them! You forced your eyes fully open and looked at Sam. He met your eyes in surprise, seeing a fear and determination in yours. You forced yourself to put full sentences together, and say, “Sam. This is too easy. It’s a trap- you two need to arm up. I think the witch is here.” As you finished, you heard two thumps. Sam leaned back and looked towards the sound.

“Dean! Y/N, Dean’s down!” As the reality of your situation fully set in, your adrenaline started to kick in.

Good to know that I can practically be on my deathbed and my adrenaline will bring me back, you thought wryly. You stayed low and slid out of the car, carefully watching the surrounding lot. Sam grabbed Dean and pulled him over to you. He had a lump on his head, but his pulse was steady. What the hell? How did he get knocked out? Friggin witch must be here…

Sam motioned for you to lie down and roll under the car. You rolled under the car and waited a few seconds, knowing the witch must be close. As you got ready to emerge from the other side, you heard an angry, rough, female voice utter three words in latin, and then you heard another two thuds.

Shit. She must have gotten Sam. What the hell does she want? Is she one of those psychos that plays with her victims before she kills them? Your stomach turned uncomfortably as your imagination ran away with you, disgusting images flashing before your eyes. Yo. Dude. Gotta focus, you told yourself. Sam and Dean need me.. With that thought you rolled out and sprang to your feet, ready to fight.

For the first time in your short hunting career, you were grateful that you had faced so many witches. Being a quick learner, you knew a spell or two yourself. As you located the witch, you yelled, “Obmutesce!”

Roughly, you knew you were removing her ability to speak. You saw her work her mouth in surprise and frustration, and you grinned. The spell worked. Grabbing a knife and a gun from your bag in the back seat, you faced her. As she tried to get around the spell, you took a second to study her. She had dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a long, albeit pretty face. She was a little taller than you, and clearly had some class. Her wardrobe just screamed ‘snobby rich girl’.

As the two of you locked eyes, hers went black. Immediately your mind went into panic mode. She’s a demon witch? A witch demon? I’m screwed! Sam and Dean need to wake up! Shit!

Your face remained hard and confident as you called out, “Ya know, you may be the spawn of hell, but without the ability to speak, there’s really jack shit you can do to me without having to fight me.” You forced yourself to give a big predatory grin that you learned from Dean. “And well, I’ve got two weapons here that will kill you.” You hold up the gun and the knife tauntingly. Thankfully, you’d stolen the demon killing knife from Dean after the last hunt, and had stuck it in your bag- intending to be the one to kill the next demon the three of you faced.

The witch raised a hand, looking smug, and flicked her wrist. Your weapons yanked out of your hands and went flying. Your jaw went slack. Ok, she’s a demon who isn’t afraid to use her demon powers. Bluffing, failed. Plan B. Attack? You grimaced as you realized you’d have to charge her. This is one fight I’m probably going to be feeling for a week... You groaned mentally and went to attack her.

If it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she’d get. Thanks to your parents, you’d always been able to defend yourself. You knew aikido, karate, and boxing. You’d beaten both Sam and Dean in several training fights.

The minute you got close, she snapped her fingers and you found yourself flying through the air, crashing onto a car’s windshield a few yards away. Ahhh...That one hurt. Freaking bitch. Who does she think she is? You growled at her, “What? Afraid you can’t take me in a fair fight? Is that why you’re hiding behind your stupid demon powers?” You approached her again, taking your eyes off her for a split second to check on Sam and Dean. They were both still and unmoving.

That made you even angrier, and you attacked again. This time the witch let you get even closer before she waved her hand and sent you flying again. You contacted a car’s driver door, the impact jarring every bone in your body. You prayed to yourself, Come on Sam, come on Dean... I don’t know how to exorcise her! Wake up! I’m only going to be able to take this for so long... Even just two hits in and you could feel your body giving. You were sure you have a couple cracked ribs, and maybe a mild concussion. Cars were hard, unforgiving objects.

As you walked towards the witch again, warily, you noticed Dean stirring. Perfect. Time to help wake him up. Throwing caution to the wind, you charged her at top speed and full volume, knowing you wouldn’t get even close at that rate. Sure enough, she grinned maniacally as you got closer, before sending you off through the air once again. This time, you get knocked against a light post.

As you hit the post, and then the ground, you felt a searing pain in your knee and your shoulder. Eyes welling, you looked down and saw your kneecap was not at the front of your knee. Despite the rising urgency of the situation, you couldn’t help but think how gross it was. You couldn’t look at the disfigured limb without feeling weak and began to taste bile in your throat. Your shoulder was just about in the same situation. You could feel it out of its socket.

Looking up, you saw the witch making her way to you. As you watched her approach, you wished you could talk to her and find out why she had such an interest in you. Despite your pain-addled brain going haywire, you managed to organize your thoughts enough to try to identify your attacker. Do I know her? We haven’t faced her before.. or she’d be dead. Is it the demon that knows me? Which demon is it?

You started getting desperate, realizing you were completely helpless against a freaking demon. She stopped in front of you and crouched down to your level, staring at you closely. Your voice filled with pain, you ask, “Who are you? What do you want with us?”

As you asked, you heard the sound of flesh being torn, and you saw the demon-killing knife protrude from her chest. You looked up in shock, and you saw Dean pulling his knife from the witch’s body. His hard battle face changed into one of deep concern as he looked at you.

“Y/N! Man, you are messed up... What hurts?”

You responded softly, trying hard not to cry. “My shoulder and knee... I think they’re dislocated. My ribs feel cracked, and my head hurts like nobody’s business.” You looked at him helplessly.

Dean’s face battled between sympathy for you and anger at the witch. His sympathy won, and he said, “Here, let’s get you up.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and helped haul you to your feet, mindful of your dislocated knee and shoulder.

Now that Dean was awake and here, and the witch/demon/enemy was dead, you started going into shock. You began to tremble, and Dean saw you starting to deteriorate. He quickly said, “Oh no you don’t,” and slapped your face gently. “We still have some work to do, sweetheart. Don’t worry, Sammy and I will take care of you.”

Startled into calm, you look at him. The words started tumbling out of your mouth, “Dean, it was a witch possessed by a demon. I didn’t know who she was, and I muted her, so I couldn’t find out after that. She never let me get close. She just kept tossing me around like she was freaking Goliath, and oh my God, Dean, I hurt so bad...” At this point you couldn’t handle it, and the tears started to cascade down your cheeks, leaving you breathless as you lost control.

Dean brought you as close to his chest as he could without hurting you, and shushed you softly. “Shhh, Y/N it’s ok.. Shh. You did great, kid. You did great. The bitch is dead now- there’s nothing to worry about. Hey, you’re ok. Shh...”

He held you for several minutes, allowing you to cry your stress, fear, pain, and anger out. As you finished, despite the massive amount of pain you were in, you relished the moment of getting to snuggle with Dean; it happened so rarely that you’d take it, regardless of the circumstance.

Once you had quieted down, Dean helped you over to where Sam was, who was slowly waking up. He sat up slowly and put his hand to his head, groaning softly. As he looked around, he saw you and Dean. Immediately he was on his feet and hovering anxiously when you told him not to touch your right side. Dean helped you perch on the side of Baby’s backseat while you discussed how best to get you home.

Sam looked at you guiltily and said, “Y/N, I can put your shoulder and knee back into place, but it’s gonna hurt a lot. And you’ll probably be in even more pain once they’re back. Do you want to do this now?”

You looked at him wearily, with your tear-stained face. “Sam, I’m in more pain than I’ve been in my life, quite honestly. So since my pain record has been set tonight, it doesn’t matter to me how high it gets as long as I can get fixed quickly.”

Dean stepped in at this point, and explained, “Y/N, he’s just asking because we can take you to a hospital and have them do it while you’re on pain meds. You’ll be a lot more comfortable, but they might not let you go home tonight. If we do it, it’ll be a helluva lot more uncomfortable, but you’ll be home, and we can take care of you there.”

You attempted a smile. “It’s a no-brainer, boys... Help me out. And take me home? Please?”

Needless to say, your level of pain went from overwhelming to excruciating when they reset your knee and shoulder. But you were grateful the boys could get you right again. Dean was driving and Sam was helping prop you up in a comfortable position in the back seat.

You reflected as you were lulled into a half-asleep state. Ha... And here I was thinking today couldn’t get any worse. My parents disowned me, I don’t get to get drunk because I got attacked by a demon-witch, and then I’m almost killed because I can’t protect myself, Sam, or Dean. What a fantastic fucking day.

Sam’s voice brought you to a more conscious state. “Y/N? Hey, sweetheart. Sorry, I know you’re falling asleep. I just wanted to tell you I know you’re probably beating yourself up, and you’re probably thinking about how much today sucked. Which,” he paused to smile briefly, “would be fair. However, I want you to know that you were incredibly brave today. Not many new hunters would be willing to face such an intimidating challenge alone.” He bent his head around sideways to look at you and see what you were thinking about. “Seriously, Y/N. Dean and I are proud to call you our sister and fellow hunter. Family is more than just blood.”

You smiled up at him as you felt sleep starting to take over you. “Sam, there’s no one I would rather have as my brothers. Thank you for taking me in. I love you guys.”

You continue thinking as you fight sleep. The bunker, living with my boys, that’s my home. They’re my family. Sam and Dean are the only two who matter in my life. I choose my family...

Sam smoothed your hair gently as you nodded off. “It’s us who are grateful, Y/N. You are the sister we never had.”

[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS: when they have a boyfriend in university

a/n: ahhh writing this makes me miss college :( a lot of these could be full blown stories akfkskd like yoongi’s or hoseok’s or even seokjin’s! ahhh online school does not hit the same as in class :( but hey i’m glad i’m still getting education :> so that’s a bright side ! stay safe everyone and love yourself !!

Kim Namjoon: <3

˚✧₊⁎ Namjoon and you would always text each other late at night during finals week. Due to all the studying you two barely got enough sleep but you somehow manage to function.

˚✧₊⁎ Sometimes throughout the week you would stay at each others houses. Namjoon bringing a sport bag carrying mostly his textbooks, his ipad to check his notes, and his clothes. You happily brought him in while spending a little extra on food.

˚✧₊⁎ “Ahhhh ahhhhhh” Namjoon moans out while you look up seeing him rub his temples. “You’re stuck?” You ask seeing him nod. Getting up from your desk you looked at his topic being the one you’re quite good at.

˚✧₊⁎ Guiding him through the question you hear a small “oooh” come from his mouth. You were glad you could help while he kisses you as a thank you.

˚✧₊⁎ Hour passes by and you were burnt out seeing Namjoon was the same. You came from behind him wrapping your arms around him resting your head on his shoulder. “Let’s take a break.” You suggest the idea while Namjoon agrees.

˚✧₊⁎ “I deserve a kiss from all those questions.” Namjoon looks up still sitting down while you gave him one. He whines wanting more while you grin giving him a longer one. “There.” You smirks seeing Namjoon happy.

˚✧₊⁎ The door was knocked at midnight, causing you to groan opening the door. Namjoon jumps into your arms cheering loudly before he realized how late it was. “Baby what is going on?” Your deep voice penetrating his ears.

˚✧₊⁎ “Guess who got 100% on his Literature final? I did!” Namjoon kisses you not minding the sleep breath. You kiss back while he cheers a couple more time. You couldn’t be more prouder though, even if you couldn’t show it.

Kim Seokjin: <3

˚✧₊⁎ “Why do we always go here?” Your friend, Yoongi, curiously asks wanting the details. “My boyfriend works here, got to support his loans.” You explain while you made Yoongi turn around to see Seokjin in his cute work outfit.

˚✧₊⁎ “Wow you hit jackpot.” Yoongi chuckles going back to his studying. You see Seokjin look at you, signaling you to come close to the front. “I’ll be back.” You tell Yoongi while he looks up, “Get me a smoothie.” Yoongi winks knowing what you’re doing.

˚✧₊⁎ “Hey handsome.” Seokjin smiles brightly finally getting your attention. You wish you could kiss him, he’s so sweet, but he’s working. “Love could I get a smoothie and-” Getting cut off by him already knowing your favorite drink.

˚✧₊⁎ “That will be $5.43” Seokjin calls you bringing out your money realizing how cheap that sounded for two drinks. “Seokjin, wasn’t my drink 4 dollars?”

˚✧₊⁎ “Darling it’s on my tab. You don’t have to worry about paying here okay?” Seokjin passes your drinks, your cup specially made by him. Small hearts drawn around the cup. “Thank you baby.” You smile thankful for him every single day.

˚✧₊⁎ Passing Yoongi his smoothie you sat down. Yoongi seeing the receipt and the hearts on your cup. “He paid for you?” Yoongi asks you nodding in response. “And not for me?” He jokes around as you laugh. “Just enjoy your smoothie.” You snickered going back to your homework.

˚✧₊⁎ After his shift you came back wanting to take Seokjin out. Waiting just outside his job seeing him shocked to see you. “Y/N you scared me.” Seokjin held his apron in his hand. “Oh! Sorry. I just wanted to take you out.” You ask. “If that’s okay of course.”

˚✧₊⁎ “Of course it’s okay. Thank you.” Seokjin kisses you, while you take his hand leading him to the best option that is in your budget.

Min Yoongi: <3

˚✧₊⁎ Ahh college parties, never really Yoongi forte, certainly not ballsy enough to go to one alone. He was a first year barely getting to know the campus. His friends had invited him to come yet minutes into the part had completely left him behind.

˚✧₊⁎ “I swear I’ll kill those idiots.” Yoongi looks around seeing massive amounts of people, searching for any face that bring comfort. “You seem new.” Yoongi jumps turning around seeing you sitting on a high part of the building.

˚✧₊⁎ “Come up here.” You invite him from the massive chaos from the bottom, passing him a red cup that you got fresh from the bottom. “It’s empty you can check.” Passing the solo cup to him.

˚✧₊⁎ Yoongi fiddles with his cup, unsure what to say or do. You were obviously a higher year into college “What are you studying?” You sip from your cup raising your eyebrow to see Yoongi pour some into his cup.

˚✧₊⁎ “Music.” Yoongi speaks passing back the bottle to you. Somehow the party gets louder and more people show up, you clearly see the anxious body language from Yoongi. “Name is Y/N by the way.” You get up stretch.

˚✧₊⁎ “You seemed lost so call this a favor. Let’s go get some burgers or something. You like pizza?” Checking your wallet you signal him to follow along, walking to the near pizza place. “My name is Yoongi.”

˚✧₊⁎ “Well Yoongi you’re cute.” You confess opening the door for him. This had to be date.. maybe? Yoongi’s first date at college ahhh he’ll have to gay panic later.

˚✧₊⁎ “I’ll pay for you. You can pay me back by giving me your number though.” You smile seeing Yoongi blush from the compliment sharing his number.

Jung Hoseok: <3

˚✧₊⁎ Hoseok was your typical jock boyfriend, being on the football team he was charming in all senses. You had met him through a volunteering event he had to do for his football requirements. He only joined your event due to your very cute smile.

˚✧₊⁎ All the times you said you would never date a jock to Seokjin went to shit when he asked you out. He was all in his cute jersey after a very intense game that you had been invited to by him.

˚✧₊⁎ Hoseok became one of your biggest supporters. Through many study halls and many breakdowns about money, studying, or anything he was there to make you feel better.

˚✧₊⁎ “Hey Hoseok are you joining us at the club?” Hoseok’s teammate asks after a successful game. He nods no giving the response he had something planned already.

˚✧₊⁎ The plan was coming to your arms, already laying in bed at the dorm room that was near Hoseok’s room. He knocks on the door while you get up with his varsity jacket comfortable on you.

˚✧₊⁎ “Congratulations. I saw the game on TV.” You kissed him while he hugs you. Enjoying the time with you. “I still can’t get over how good you look in my jacket.” Hoseok chuckles bringing you to the bed.

˚✧₊⁎ During practice you would always try to make it, wether it’s doing homework on the bleachers while watching him. Hoseok would always look up at you while he’s seated to wave at you.

˚✧₊⁎ “Who’s that guy? He’s quite cute.” Hoseok heard one of his teammates say causing his head to turn quickly. “Uhh... he’s-” Jungkook, Hoseok’s teammate, tries to mention the relationship status but that was cut off when you turned around to grab your backpack.

˚✧₊⁎ “Oh-” The teammate saw the big letters on your back “Jung” and his team captions numbers. “Yeah. He’s my boyfriend.” Hoseok smirks seeing the teammate start running laps around the track.

Park Jimin: <3

˚✧₊⁎ You were in a crisis. This math problem has been eating away at you, it was the very last problem you needed to finish for your math class. Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

˚✧₊⁎ Acessing the school forums you saw the tutoring blog where not a single soul posts there. No one likes to admit when they need help supposibly. Tutoring was closed during the weekends so this would have to do.

˚✧₊⁎ “Hi! My name is Y/N. I can’t figure out this math problem. I can’t upload a picture of it on this forum but I’ll pay you if you come to the Library :( please?”

˚✧₊⁎ While waiting patiently at the library you saw a response, seeing the username being ‘ParkJimin’. The response having his description of looks so you could tell who he was when he walked in.

˚✧₊⁎ Jimin walks in, and you didn’t expect him to be this attractive. You look at your outfit being in clothes you haven’t changed from the past night due to not having time. Meanwhile Jimin walks in with fashion that deserves to be a runway.

˚✧₊⁎ “Hello, I’m assuming you’re Y/N?” Jimin asked while he sat down. You not realizing how adorable he was. Giving a late response you nod. “Math? Was it?” Jimin asks looking at your closed textbook. “Math?” You question him. “The subject you’re struggling on.” Jimin points at the textbook, while you hide in embarrassment.

˚✧₊⁎ Jimin and you grew closer, becoming official study buddies. Things moved from the classic Library to visiting his dorm. Sometimes you would do him a solid and help him on his projects. Growing closer to Jimin, you always felt your heart pounding when Jimin smiles at you.

˚✧₊⁎ You were the first one to make a move on him. Seeing Jimin’s eyes blink a couple times before answering your question to go on a date. Small butterflies flies in Jimin’s stomach when he said yes.

Kim Taehyung: <3

˚✧₊⁎ Taehyung and you started dating early into the semester, already knowing each other during the summer. He had helped you moving in only just for a small price.

˚✧₊⁎ Many people knew already knew and it had taken you back. Learning that Taehyung proudly announces and talks about you nonstop with his friends. It became known to everyone that you two were dating.

˚✧₊⁎ Sharing a class was purely a coincidence. Arriving early already picking your forever spot for the quarter. You looked up seeing Taehyung walking in, giving you a quick wink.

˚✧₊⁎ “Oh my god he’s checking you out.” Your classmate, Hoseok whispers to you. “Yeah we are haha.. dating.” You tell Hoseok the newer student here at the university.

˚✧₊⁎ As the class progressed you saw small notes arrive on the side of your desk. Opening them to see small writing of different sweet messages such as “teehee ur cute <33”.

˚✧₊⁎ After class you met with him, Taehyung chuckling seeing you hold his notes. “You’re such a flirt.” Placing the notes in your bag saving them for your box. Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. “It’s funny seeing your reaction love.”

˚✧₊⁎ Next class you turn to Taehyung seeing his eyes staring at you. He had a dreamy look while you signal him to pay attention to the board not you. He sticks out his tongue focusing back to the subject.

˚✧₊⁎ Taehyung sees a note slip to his desk, seeing it he looks up to you. Seeing just your back, he opens it up. “I love you baby - Y/N” with a heart eyed face.

Jeon Jungkook: <3

˚✧₊⁎ “Someone is stealing my snacks all the time. And I’m this close” You show your fingers being close together. “from snapping Namjoon.” Throwing yet another bowl of empty ramen. Your favorite flavor too? A monster.

˚✧₊⁎ You shop around with Namjoon, finding new snacks to last the quarter. Bought them with your own money passionate to keep them. “Bun wanted banana milk.” You search through the isle trying to find your dear boyfriend his favorite drink.

˚✧₊⁎ Coming back to the dorm you placed the groceries on the rack, signifying a little note of ownership. Closing the door you walked back up seeing Jungkook resting on your bed.

˚✧₊⁎ “Bun is tired.” You clear his part of the bed seeing empty food wrappers and ramen cups. Quickly recognizing your favorite snacks eaten by no other Jungkook. “Jeon Jungkook wake up!” You yell causing Jungkook to jump up.

˚✧₊⁎ Jungkook knew he was in trouble when he heard you speak of his last name. He quickly rubbed his eyes seeing your snack that he was gonna throw away before you got home. Jungkook was caught red handed.

˚✧₊⁎ “Haha.. Y/N..” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, you crossing your hands. Minutes later Jungkook is kicked out of the room, pouting behind your door with just his boxers and your shirt.

˚✧₊⁎ “Don’t leave me out here!! Y/N!” Jungkook whines while trying to cover himself up. Checking the halls to see if any of his classmates could see him.

˚✧₊⁎ “Y/N I’m sorry I took your snacks! I was hungry and I didn’t have money at the time. You weren’t at the dorm and I was starving.” Jungkook explains while you set the bag of new snacks on the bed.

˚✧₊⁎ Quickly opening the door you grab Jungkook by the waist dragging him back in your room. Jungkook welping out while you press a kiss on his lips. “I forgive you. Check the bag there’s banana milk.” You winked at him while Jungkook sees the sweet delicious milk brand through the bag.

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

1, 9, 15, 17, 21, 25, 26, 29, 33, 41, 46, 48, 54, 59, 68, 73, 81, 96, 98

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Oh my word! That's a lot!

Ok, here goes.

Behind cut for length

1. Name - I prefer Shanie but my parents call me “Mis”. Well, my mom calls me “Mis” my father calls me “Pooch” which I despise. Just stick with Shanie.

9. What did you study - I changed majors midway through college. I started out as an art major focusing on computer animation. That didn’t work out at ALL. Turns out I sucked ass at computer animation. Too much math involved. So I switched to a major in teaching with minors in history and popular culture. Unfortunately I failed at that too and, while I did graduate, it was with a degree in “Planned Program” which is a polite way of saying “General Ed”. I did earn my two minors though, so I guess that’s something!

15. Relationship Status -  Single. Very Very Single. I haven’t had a single date in about 10 years. By the looks of it, I’m going to stay single.

17. Do you have a crush - Do celebrities count? If not then no. I don't even know anyone IRL to have crushes on. I legit have nobody in my IRL life outside of my parents and my case manager. Kind of hard to have a crush when you don't have any friends or even acquaintances.

21: How was your day -  Well, today I got nothing accomplished. I did have a meeting with my case manager, so that was nice. It’s nice to have someone to talk to and infodump on (which she lets me). Outside of that I woke up, had breakfast, lunch, and dinner, had a nap, and went to Dairy Queen for ice cream on the way home. Unfortunately, DQ is on the far side of town and by the time I got home, it was melted. So it went in the fridge to eat later once it refreezes. Outside of that it was a pretty boring day.

25. Your fears - Whoo-ee. Ok. So coming in with the borderline I’d say my biggest fear is abandonment. That just comes with the territory. After that I have a huge fear of storms and waking up in a fire, both brought about by recurring nightmares. I also have a fear of flying (too much Air Crash Investigations) and I hate elevators. I’m not claustrophobic mind you, I just have a fear that they will fall on me. Anything over 3 stories and I’m having an anxiety attack. There are other, lesser fears but those are some of the big ones.

26. Your dreams - Well, in a literal sense, my dreams are wild, crazy adventures that I get most of my fanfics from. From a metaphorical standpoint I really don’t have any. I’ve given up on hoping for anything good in my life. I’m too busy trying to get from day to day to indulge in long term planning. I know it seems terrible, but it’s the truth.

29. Hobbies - Obviously action figures, that much is clear. I collect and customize them to display in my apartment. I also like making digital art (sometimes) and am starting to get into illustrations/artwork. However, I don’t have a tablet/pen for the computer so everything is done with the mouse and GIMP (which makes it difficult). I’m an avid collector of digital media. Some of my big ones are Doctor Who DVDs, Wrestling Entrance Themes, and Official Xena Photos (not the physical ones, jpeg scans). I used to be big into Wizard101 and, while I don’t really play anymore, I still like following the game on YT and on here.

33. Languages you speak – Only English, except it’s a very specific English. I usually speak what’s called the “Yinzer” dialect which is a dialect that is unique to the Pittsburgh region. That’s why you see me use the word “Yinz” a bunch. That’s our word for “You guys” or “Y’all”. However, while most of my speech is Yinzer, I have watched enough British TV in my lifetime to have picked up some Brit speech. It confuses the hell out of people when I use it because you’ll have me say things like “My apartment needs cleaned” and then follow it up thirty seconds later with, “I’m rubbish at cleaning.” My mother has picked up on this and sometimes calls me her “British Daughter” because of it.

41. Your Device Background – My phone’s lock screen is a picture of Shane in his Roman Centurion outfit from the one Royal Rumble photo shoot. My phone background is a checkered wallpaper with “SZ” on it for Sami Zayn. (That one might be getting changed if he stops being Sami.) And my computer background is just a night sky over the mountains. I rarely ever see my computer wallpaper so I don’t mind that it is a generic background.

46. The most dangerous thing you’ve done – You know how Lucy breathes fire on Xena? I taught myself how to do that. That wasn’t bright to begin with but it was made so much worse that I was underage and couldn’t buy Bacardi and was using lamp oil instead. I was young and dumb.

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life – Funny thing, I’m a sucker for strange foods. There was a list going around that said “How many of these weird foods have you eaten” and I think I had eaten all but six of them and that was only because I didn’t have access to them. I’m proud to say that, since then, I’ve knocked Quail Egg off the list! Turns out the local Japanese restaurant served it. So that knocked it down to five. Still need to get ahold of some gator meat and haggis. I’d love to try Foie Gras but it’s just so damn unethical that I don’t know if I could bring myself to eat it. Pheasant is another one that I’d love to try but I can’t convince my parents to buy me one (and I’m far too poor to afford it myself). But, yeah. I love strange foods. I’ll pretty much try any food once if I know it’s safe to eat.

54. Any tattoos or piercings – Unless you count partially pierced ears then no. And my ears are only partially pierced because after I had them done they got infected so I tried to let them heal shut. They ended up not closing fully and now, if I’m not adverse to a bit of pain, I can still wear earrings occasionally.

59. Song you wouldn’t normally admit you like – Judas is my guilty pleasure song. I know Jericho is a douchebag and I have tried to hate the song but I can’t. I end up singing along every time.

68. Favorite Movie/Series - Hmm... well, my all time favorite movie is definitely “The Towering Inferno”, hands down. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve seen that. I’m a sucker for disaster movies and, in my opinion, that one is the cream of the crop. I actually like it better than “The Poseidon Adventure” simply because I think the movie is inferior to the book. That said, I’ve also read both of the books that “The Towering Inferno” is based on and I like the combined movie better than them. Favorite series, however, I don’t think I have one definitive favorite series. I’ve had favoriteS like Xena, Buffy, Sherlock, Doctor Who, etc, but I’ve never had one all time favorite.

73: Favorite Greek God – Oh geez. Hmmm... You know, I’m going to have to go with Hermes here, primarily because I have this theory that he is the god of the internet. I know there was no internet in ancient Greece but, frankly, Hermes is the god of commerce, communication, travelers, and thieves. While it’s true that Hephaestus is the god of technology and would probably be the god of computers, I fully believe that Hermes would be the patron of the interwebs.

81 Favorite Books – In all honesty, going to college for 8 years burned me out for reading and now I can barely bring myself to read a comic book. For this reason, most of my favorite books come from childhood. My all time favorite book as a kid was “Flight #116 Is Down” by Caroline B Cooney. It was a disaster story about plane crash in a young woman’s back yard. Somehow, everyone didn’t die – a fact which was called out in the final pages when a fireman says that the crash was extremely odd because “usually they’re all dead.” That book might be another reason I’m terrified of flying. Other favorite books of mine was the “Fear Street Saga Trilogy” (Not the Fear Street Series, the trilogy that served as the origin story). I also like the Hitchhikers Guide saga but when I found out that Douglas Adams died before he could finish the saga, I stopped reading after book 4 so that the story had a happy ending. Novelizations in general are a big thing for me too, I’ve read some really good ones over the years and it’s fascinating to see how they differ from the movies they’re based on.

96. Hero or Villain – Well, if my dreams are anything to go by, I’m a villain at heart. I know, weird right? You all think I’m such a nice person but really, I have a huge dark side to me IRL and, if I was in a world where superheroes were real and I had superpowers I would almost certainly use them for evil. Or, at the very least I would use them to force social change ala Dr. Horrible.

98. Shapeshifting or Controlling Time – SHAPESHIFTING! Oh my goodness shapeshifting! I would love that so much! First of all, I wouldn’t be this huge anymore. I could be as heavy or a skinny as I want. Also, I wouldn’t have to worry about looking old or losing my hair! Plus, can you imagine the cosplay potential!? Forget dressing as the 13th Doctor, I AM THE 13th DOCTOR! That would just be the best!

PHEW! That was a lot! Thanks so much for the ask! This was fun. I love ask games.

[packimprints]

Ship Request for @urirealvibekiller !

hello !! i read through your blog a little and i absolutely love your ships and reactions <33 i would love to request a ship too !!

appearance || i am asian. i have long black hair that is wavy. my eye color is nut brown and i have a lightly tanned/medium skin. i'm very petite and short - my height being barely 5'. i do really love working out so my body is toned and fit from that. 

personality || my mbti is a mix between enfp and esfp ! my friends usually describe me as outgoing, active, kind, supportive, and understanding. i do genuinely think i'm an ambivert; i absolutely adore making new friends and being around people yet at the same time, i love being by myself just as much. i'm pretty independent. i kind of have a 'devil-may-care' attitude and i'm generally pretty easygoing and chill unless i feel that someone is being unfair or just plain horrible. i don't like to take myself too seriously - i'm usually goofy, silly, and playful. it's not unusual for me to randomly start singing or dancing - even in public. i'm very optimistic but not to the point that it becomes toxic. i strive for balance in life (it's the libra in me ahaha). 

i'm a bit emotionally closed off - very open about my feelings yet when it comes to emotions, i'm not the best at dealing or expressing them. i tend to use humor as a coping mechanism. i don't really like to be sentimental - it kind of make me feel uncomfortable. with that being said i'm naturally very caring and nurturing - it's instinctive to me. i'm not one to 'baby' my friends or people around me but i'm very attentive to others' feelings and needs and i always try to make sure everyone is comfortable and happy. i'm also kind of the 'therapist' friend and a shoulder to cry on. i do take my responsibilities seriously and i want to do well in whatever i do. 

i can be quick-tempered at times and can be quite sarcastic or blunt but i get over it just as quickly. this is something i'm working on though because i really don't like hurting people with my words. i don't like doing the whole brutal honesty thing (although i do offer it sometimes when needed) but i'm more for the compassionate honesty. i love building people up.

i can be quite frivolous and materialistic.. i'm fun-loving and a bit of an excitement-seeker so i tend to get bored easily and move onto something else quick. i can also come off as a little arrogant sometimes too. i'm kind of a leader too; i'm usually the one who gets chosen to be the leader in group projects but i'm okay with not taking the lead too; i don't mind letting the other person take charge if i believe they are capable. 

my hobbies include reading, working out, dancing, listening to music, and partying. 

thank you so incredibly much for your time. i do hope i didn't write too much ahaha <33 

Hello dear. You're such an amazing person and I really hope you like your ship. Guys don't forget to check her blog for amazing kpop group ships and her ships definitely gives feels and warmth in the heart with you favorite kpop idol @urirealvibekiller

I ship you with Jacob!

The favourite time of the day for Jacob was when he was awake before you and the Sun shone through the windows with you in his warm embrace. He would snuggle up closer to you admiring your sleepy sun kissed face as the sun highlighted the nut brown colour of your eyes even more.

"Babe, wake up."

"Jake, it's Sunday and we finished our exams yesterday. At least let me be in your warm hugs for some more time. "

you said smiling warmly at your boyfriend who looked 100 times cuter with his bedhair

"God, you're going to be death to me."

Jake said takling you in a tight hug deciding to be in the bed for longer time.

He really loved your height. He would love on how he could hug you anytime and your smaller size made him feel more protective about you.

"Dear grab the chocolate chips for me. My hands are full mixing the flour."

Emily said as the both of you were in the kitchen to bake some chocolate chip cup cakes for the boys to eat for their short break while patrolling in the woods.

"Sure Em."

You said as you opened the fridge where suddenly you were pulled by a pair of strong hands and you collided to a strong chest and the smell of fresh pines and mint filled the kitchen.

It was no other than your tired boyfriend. Now Jacob wasn't really a very PDA person. He wasn't shy in showing his love for you but he prefered showering you with all the love he had in private. Not that you minded that anyway.

"Jake! We were making cupcakes for you guys. Now the chocolate chips are on the floor. "

You scolded him as the boys entered tired flopping on the chairs ready to pass out.

"I missed you."

Jake whispered as he hugged you tighter.

He really loved working out with you. You both would be that athletic couple who were always in shape. Jake would always come up with new ways to workout whether in the woods or outside the porch of his house. He loved the fact that you really looked after your health.

Jacob loved your hair. He loved the way they framed your face. After a tiring day in school or after his patrolling, he would hug you from behind as you studied hard for an upcoming test. He would sometimes secretly use your shampoo so that he would smell like you when he was always from you.

He loves that you were independent and would figure your way out in any situation. Don't get me wrong he was very protective about you but he was proud that his girl wasn't a damsel in distress waiting for her prince everytime to save her. He was always a call away though. If ever you felt low for not being able to solve any problem, he would be ready to help you out with a logical reason and lots of hugs.

Basically your relationship was encouraging each other to give your best.

He was a bit shy but he loved to see you have fun with your friends. Yet, he understood when you wanted to be left alone. Even he liked some time alone. But remember this ball of sunshine will be ready for you with a blanket and your favorite movie at any given time.

He loved your supporting and kind nature. He clearly remembers the time he imprinted on you.

You were shopping with Jake in a store for a sleepover where you saw a little boy crying as he couldn't find his mother. You quickly when to the child, wiped his tears and calmed him down with your soft voice. Taking his small hand in yours you went to the reception to make an announcement. That little boy happily kissed your cheek and ran off in his mother's embrace, the happiness on face, made Jake fall for you even more.

Whenever someone got on your nerves and you were ready to fight, he would let you do your thing unless it was in a limit and where he saw the person crossing your line of patience, he would quickly hug and pull you behind, rubbing soft circles inside your wrist, instantly calming you and he dealt with the person.

He knew all your friends came to you with their problems but he made sure You knew he was there for you when the situation overwhelmed you or when the friends were just draining you emotionally, he would quickly take you away from the situation to the beach where his hugs and the cool breeze calmed you.

"Thank me later with your special cup of coffee for rescuing you from your friends' problem. Look, I really love that your friends trust you with their problems but, all I care is about you."

Jake said hugging you.

"Thanks for saving me , my wolf in shining armor."

Both of you would plan out new activities which always kept you excited and Jake made sure you weren't bored with him.

Your leadership skills really helped guide Jake when he broke from Sam's pack to form his own.

The pack knew you that you could be blunt at times but you always had the right intentions in mid or sometimes things got too much for you.

Jake would love to place his head on your lap as you read your favorite book. He would drag you to dance on your favorite song in the hall as Billy would fondly look at the both of you. He was forever grateful to you for amending the relationship between him and Jake.

In short you guys were the power couple, cheesy love birds and best friend who were constantly bickering on small things but always pushing each other to be the best version of yourself.

What the Pack thinks of you :

Sam and Emily loved the fact that Jake had somewhat calmed down being you with and realizing his inner leadership skills.

Paul would be your best friend and the both of you would always be in trouble but hey, you both had fun. You compassionate nature calmed him a lot for which the pack is always thankful.

Embry, Quil, Jared, Seth would be your squad with whom you had a lot of fun and memories.

Leah was initially distant towards you but slowly she opened up to you as you patiently helped her in her shifting.

Billy considered you as his daughter .

All credits to the owner.

I really hope you liked your ship.

Positive criticism is always welcome.

If you didn't like it then, I'll be happy to reconsider.

Hope you have a great day and are safe in this pandemic.

Admin T.

[coffee-fueled-weeb-witch]

Write Your Witchcraft (#37)

All of the questions

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37. Who do I honor (ex: deities, ancestors, myself, etc), and how do I, or would I like to, honor them?

At the moment I work with Athena, Hermes, Hades, Persephone, Apollo, Artemis, and recently also started working a bit with Ares and Hephaestus.  I’ve also had a little bit of experience, though not much, with Hestia and Dionysus thanks to one of my best and closest friends working with them.  Now, since there’s quite a few of them, I’ll start with what I do for all of them and then I’ll go into more specific things for each one.

In general I have a playlist for each of the gods I work with and then there’s two others- a playlist for Hades and Persephone together and one for Hermes, Apollo, and Dionysus together (If you guys are interested I could make a post with links to said playlists).  I’m also in a small coven on discord, consisting of me and my friends, and there I have a channel for each of them that I use as virtual alters.  Another thing I do is sit and work out a sigil for each individual god that I can use if I feel I am struggling to connect to them or to help dedicate something to them.  Now I’ll get into the individual things- which I tend to work most with Athena, Hermes, Hades, and Persephone, so I’ll probably be listing a bit more for them than the others right now.

Athena

I am always studying and trying to learn about a variety of new things and often dedicate my research and reading time to her.

When in stressful situations with conflicts brewing I try to remain calm and keep a level head, sometimes asking for her help with this as I try to think things through rationally and work on a solution.

Whenever my friends need help understanding something or finding information I do my best to teach and guide them, sharing whatever wisdom and knowledge of my own that I can and helping them find more because Athena encourages me to do so and like her I too enjoy sharing my knowledge.

I have a nice little amethyst gemstone that I dedicated to her and I always have it close by.

I do my best to protect others and have become fairly skilled in protection magick, and when I feel a situation calls for it I will ask for Athena’s protection or for her to help me be able to protect those I care for or am trying to help.

I have a small, white owl statue on my nightstand that used to belong to my grandmother.  Because of Athena’s connection to owls, I put it there for her- though it’s so old and fragile it’s literally slowly crumbling into a powdery dust, so I’ll need to replace it sometime sadly.

I also like to dedicate my crafting and jewelry making time to Athena.

Hermes

Since he is connected to Wednesdays and has a lot to do with languages, every Wednesday I spend at least an hour working on my Japanese and I often ask him to help me understand things I struggle with or remember certain things.  After I will usually watch anime that involves something he is associated with in some way or I think he may like himself.

I usually offer him some of morning coffee and thank him for helping me out with various things and even just being there.

When I’m getting over stressed and know I need to lighten up I take a step back and try to have more fun and remind myself that I don’t need to be serious all the time, that like Hermes I can just have fun.

On really low energy days for me I tend to binge watch vine and meme compilations on youtube and dedicate that to him.

Hermes encourages me to not be so embarrassed and afraid of being laughed at,  so I’ve been letting myself become more... well, myself.  If someone wants to call me cringey for being weird or chaotic, then they can.  I’m having fun and being myself and my boi Hermes is right there cheering me on, so fuck anyone who doesn’t like it!!  In other words, he helps me a lot with being less afraid to be myself and being comfortable acting like a deranged little crackhead goblin and just enjoying myself- so for him I like to just love myself and let go of worrying about what others think of me.

Hades

I love spending time researching death practices and beliefs over the years and in different cultures, so I dedicate that time to Hades.  I also put a lot of time into learning as much as I can about spirit work and death witchcraft which I’ve been getting more interested in since working with him.

When I find someone or see a friend who is struggling and seriously considering death to be their solution I try my best to help them.  I’ve personally lost someone to suicide and it’s something I don’t want anyone else to experience.  I’ve also had a few interaction with the spirit of the one who passed and spent a lot of time helping him work through the emotions he had and get to a point where he was more at peace and not hating himself for what he had done.  Since then I’ve also come to learn and understand that it genuinely saddens Hades and Persephone both to see how many young people end up cutting their own lives so short, so for me doing what I can to help those people is so important for so many reasons.

As I said I lost someone I loved dearly, so at times when that starts to weight on me or when my own depression’s getting to be a little hard to deal with I often turn to Hades for comfort and help in getting through it.  He is very much like a father figure to me, which I no longer have anything to do with my real dad, so it helps a lot to be able to turn to him for help and guidance when I’m struggling.

I like to leave him little offerings when I can and so far have found that he really enjoys the dark chocolate I give him.

I always make sure to thank him for helping me and also for watching over the souls of those who passed.  It makes him really happy and he appreciates it so much.

Persephone

A lot of the things I do for Hades I also do for Persephone, so I won’t repeat all of them again.

For years I’ve struggled with dealing with toxic people who had me convinced I could only be one thing, that I was the reserved and quiet friend, I was always mature, I didn’t goof off as much, I loved darker things and horror and thus could only love those things and behave in a certain way, but Persephone has been helping me understand that this is not true and I can express my softer, more goofy and childish nature.  I can be dark and spooky, but I can also be soft and sweet.  She is both a Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld- if she can be these two opposite things, then so can I.  So similar to Hermes, I like to practice self-love and acceptance for Persephone.

I also like to give her small offerings when I can, which she seemed to really enjoy the marshmallow peep I gave her!  

This is one I also do for both Hades and Persephone, and because I know how difficult it can be- when I know someone who is grieving the loss of a loved one, I try my best to offer them comfort and just be there for them.

Apollo

I like to dedicate the time I spend drawing to him and when I’m experiencing a lot of artists block I’ll ask him to please help me overcome it or help me find some form of inspiration.

When I start to feel a bit sick I’ll often ask him for a little extra help in feeling better, alongside Artemis.

When my insomnia’s so bad that I’ve ended up staying awake all night I like to take a moment to just sit and listen to music while watching the sunrise.  Likewise, in the evenings when the sun is sinking and the light comes in the window I love to just close my eyes and relax as I let it wash over me and thank Apollo for the brightness and warmth, and for being there.

I often scream-sing along with songs that remind me of him.

I also remember reading that Apollo watches over the decomposing bodies of those who died and graveyards, so I like to thank him for that.

Artemis

I’ve always been a night owl and have always had a love for the moon and stars, so when I can I like to just sit and listen to music and the sounds of the night while looking at the dark sky as I think over the day and will sometimes just talk to Artemis and tell her how things are going and stuff like that.

Like I said before I sometimes ask her and Apollo for help if I’m starting to feel sick.

I actually found a really nice set on imvu for Artemis, so my friend helped me get the outfit for her.

Ares

I haven’t been working with Ares for very long yet, so so far there isn’t nearly as much for me to share.  So far, aside from making a playlist, sigil, and virtual altar for him, I’ve been trying to stand up for myself more and he has definitely been helping me to do this.  I may write a post actually talking about my most recent and strongest experience working with him.

I’ve also always tried my best to stand up for others (honestly better at it than I am standing up for myself), so now I also consider this another thing I can do for Ares and that I feel he greatly approves of.  

Hephaestus

Like Ares I haven’t been working with Hephaestus for very long, so I again don’t have much a whole lot to list yet.  Still, one thing I’ve been sort of dedicating to him is the time I’m spending learning how to wire wrap gemstones.  It’s not exactly the same as being a blacksmith, but still sort of involves working with metal and crafting and he’s enjoyed me sharing my progress with him and how hard I’m working to learn this new skill despite my disability making it a bit difficult for me.

I’ve also been trying to love myself more for Hephaestus when it comes to my disability.  I’ve grown up constantly being made to feel like an inconvenience, a burden, and a waste of time, but help from my friends, my boyfriend, and recently Hephaestus, I’ve gradually been working to overcome the negative thoughts and beliefs that were carved into me.

Well, that’s all I can think of typing for this one- I’ve normally been doing this write your witchcraft thing four questions at a time, but since it took me so long to fully answer this one question I decided to just do this one.  

[theluxemiss]

Books to Manifest Prosperity, Confidence, and Wealthy Men (Part Two)

Law of Attraction, Manifestation, Wealth, and General Self-Improvement

♥ Anatomy of the Spirit: The Seven Stages of Power and Healing

♥ As a Man Thinketh: 21st Century Edition (audio)

♥ Courage to Change: One Day at a Time

♥ Creative Visualization: Use the Power of Your Imagination to Create What You Want in Your Life

♥ Dave Ramsey's Complete Guide to Money: The Handbook of Financial Peace University

♥ Dominating Money: Tapping into Gods Supernatural Economy

♥ Don't Sweat the Small Stuff and It's All Small Stuff: Simple Ways to Keep the Little Things from Taking Over Your Life (audio)

♥ Driven by Eternity: Make Your Life Count Today and Forever

♥ Ego and Self: The Old Testament Prophets from Isaiah to Malachi

♥ Emotional Intelligence 2.0

♥ Focus: A simplicity Manifesto in the Age of Distraction (pdf)

♥ Fun Is Good: How to Create Joy and Passion in your Workplace and Career

♥ God is My Source

♥ God Never Blinks: 50 Lessons for Life's Little Detours

♥ Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance

♥ How Successful People Think: Change Your Thinking, Change Your Life (audio)

♥ Man's Search for Meaning (audio)

♥ MONEY Master the Game: 7 Simple Steps to Financial Freedom

♥ Positive Thinking Every Day: An Inspiration for Each Day of the Year

♥ Rich Woman: A Book on Investing for Women, Take Charge of Your Money, Take Charge of Your Life

♥ Start With Why (audio)

♥ Successful Women Think Differently: 9 Habits to Make You Happier, Healthier, and More Resilient

♥ Super Rich: A Guide to Having It All

♥ Targets with Absolute Confidence and Certainty

♥ The 4-Hour Workweek (audio)

♥ The 80/20 Principle (Third Edition): The Secret to Achieving More with Less

♥  The Aladdin Factor (audio)

♥ The Alchemist (audio)

♥ The Art Of War (audio)

♥ The Compound Effect: Jumpstart Your Income, Your Life, Your Success (audio)

♥ The Energy Bus: 10 Rules to Fuel Your Life, Work, and Team with Positive Energy

♥ The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom (A Toltec Wisdom Book)

♥ The Fred Factor: How Passion in Your Work and Life Can Turn the Ordinary into the Extraordinary

♥ The Magic of Thinking Big (audio)

♥ The Millionaire Next Door

♥ The ONE Thing: The Surprisingly Simple Truth Behind Extraordinary Results

♥ The Path to Success Is Paved with Positive Thinking

♥ The Power of Broke: How Empty Pockets, a Tight Budget, and a Hunger for Success Can Become Your Greatest Competitive Advantage

♥ The Power of Focus (Tenth Anniversary Edition)

♥ The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment

♥ The Procrastination Equation: How to Stop Putting Things Off and Start Getting Stuff Done

♥ The Richest Man in Babylon

♥ The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success: A Practical Guide to the Fulfillment of Your Dreams (audio)

♥ The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life

♥ The Success Principles (10th Anniversary Edition): How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be

♥ The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference

♥ The Ultimate Credit Repair Guide to Having Luxurious Credit

♥ The Wealth Choice: Success Secrets of Black Millionaires

♥ The Wealth of My Mother's Wisdom: The Lessons That Made My Life Rich

♥ Triggers: Creating Behavior That Lasts – Becoming the Person You Want to Be

♥ Waking the Tiger: Healing Trauma

♥ What Keeps Me Standing: Letters from Black Grandmothers on Peace, Hope and Inspiration

♥ Willpower: Rediscovering the Greatest Human Strength

♥ Write It Down Make It Happen: Knowing What You Want and Getting It

♥ Your Best Life Now: 7 Steps to Living at Your Full Potential

♥ Your Best Year Ever: A 5-Step Plan for Achieving Your Most Important Goals

♥ Zero Limits: The Secret Hawaiian System for Wealth, Health, Peace, and More

  Confidence, Seduction, Style, Etiquette, and Psychology of People

 ♥ 4,000 Questions for Getting to Know Anyone and Everyone

♥ A Guide to Elegance: For Every Woman Who Wants to Be Well and Properly Dressed on All Occasions

♥ Emily Post's Etiquette (19th Edition): Manners for Today

♥ Finishing Touches: A Guide to Being Poised, Polished, and Beautifully Prepared for Life

♥ Goodbye to Shy: 85 Shybusters That Work!

♥ How the Mighty Fall: And Why Some Companies Never Give In

♥ How To Be Chic And Elegant: Tips From A French Woman

♥ How to Speak Like a Pro

♥ How To Win Friends and Influence People (audio)

♥ Lessons from Madame Chic: 20 Stylish Secrets I Learned While Living in Paris

♥ Mastery

♥ Men Are Like Waffles – Women Are Like Spaghetti Devotional Study Guide

♥ Never Eat Alone: And Other Secrets to Success, One Relationship at a Time

♥ Own the Room: Discover Your Signature Voice to Master Your Leadership Presence

♥ Pitch Perfect: How to Say It Right the First Time, Every Time

♥ The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership: Follow Them and People Will Follow You (audio)

♥ The 33 Strategies of War (audio)

♥ The Art of War for Women: Sun Tzu's Ancient Strategies and Wisdom for Winning at Work

♥ The Bombshell Manual of Style

♥ The Charisma Myth: How Anyone Can Master the Art and Science of Personal Magnetism

♥ The Definitive Book of Body Language: The Hidden Meaning Behind People's Gestures and Expressions

♥ The Gift of Fear

♥ The Greatest Salesman in the World (audio)

♥ The Little Dictionary of Fashion: A Guide to Dress Sense for Every Woman

♥ The Power of Who: You Already Know Everyone You Need to Know

♥ The Sensuous Woman

♥ The Wisdom of Psychopaths: What Saints, Spies, and Serial Killers Can Teach Us About Success

♥ Three Steps to Yes: The Gentle Art of Getting Your Way

♥ What Every BODY is Saying: An Ex-FBI Agent’s Guide to Speed-Reading People

♥ Worldwide Gestures: A Traveller's Introduction to Common International Gestures & Symbols

  Sugaring, Relationships, Love and Marrying Wealthy

 ♥ A GOAL Digger's Guide: How to Get What You Want Without Giving It Up

♥ Become Your Own Matchmaker: 8 Easy Steps for Attracting Your Perfect Mate

♥ Being a Woman: Fulfilling Your Femininity and Finding Love

♥ Getting to 'I Do': The Secret to Doing Relationships Right!

♥ Have Him at Hello: Confessions from 1,000 Guys About What Makes Them Fall in Love . . . Or Never Call Back

♥ How To Date Like a Courtesan: Attract, Seduce, and Manipulate Men for Love, Money, and Marriage

♥ How to Marry the Man of Your Choice

♥ How to Meet the Rich: For Business, Friendship, or Romance

♥ Lucrative Love: An Insider's Secrets to Marrying Millions!

♥ Marry by Choice, Not by Chance: Advice for Finding the Right One at the Right Time

♥ Mars and Venus in Love: Inspiring and Heartfelt Stories of Relationships

♥ Mars and Venus in the Bedroom: Guide to Lasting Romance and Passion

♥ Mars and Venus on a Date: A Guide for Navigating the 5 Stages of Dating to Create a Loving and Lasting Relationship

♥ Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus: Practical Guide for Improving Communication

♥ Pussy Power: How to Keep Him and YOU Happy

♥ Sex and the Single Girl

♥ Shanghai Girls: Uncensored & Unsentimental

♥ Simply Irresistible: Unleash Your Inner Siren and Mesmerize Any Man, with Help from the Most Famous – and Infamous – Women

♥ The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love that Lasts

♥ The Power of a Praying Wife

♥ The Seduction Mystique

♥ The Vixen Manual: How to Find, Seduce & Keep the Man You Want

♥ Trophy Man: The Surprising Secrets of Black Women Who Marry Well

* Continue to check back for updates with links to audiobooks and PDFs.

* Read PART ONE here.

[magickrosegalaxy]

Cursed Ouija Board Story ft. The Sientific Method

so here's the continuation of the ask i sent you like forever ago. i'm probably gonna do all the scariest stuff in bullet points because it's a loooot. this experience was literally my spiritual awakening because beforehand i was agnostic and i left this believing in **something** because i couldn't deny what i had seen.

******note: i am by no means making moral judgments against anyone who practices dark magick or engages in curses. similarly, i am not condoning the use of it because each witch's craft is unique. i am simply stating one experience i had being at the hands of a very powerful curse at the point of my spiritual awakening and ignorance of witchcraft and the spiritual realm

******trigger warning: suicide/depression/anxiety mentions

Question/Hypothesis

• the board appeared in my friend's cousin's basement with no apparent sender or owner. they automatically were like "nope!" but my friend and I, both very agnostic at the time, decided we weren't scared and took it off their hands.

• we at first decided, like good scientists, to conduct an experiment because, after some cursory research on the psychology behind Ouija boards, we found the most pressing and interesting theory regarding ideomotor action to be worth our interest. this theory basically asserts that one's hands subconsciously flinches towards whatever letter one thinks will be next. when applied in a group, it leads to the "pulling" effect many people describe while playing. to test it, we had four people blindfolded on the board, asking a series of questions to one spirit or another. a fifth person would watch and record the letters. of course, these responses were gibberish and most of our participants lost interest. that should have been the end of it.

• my friend and i decided to do more research into the occult reasoning behind the magic of the Ouija board (since any scientific investigation requires a balanced literature review). upon this reading, and consulting some friends of ours in the occult, we discovered concepts of energy and energy work and how the channeling of energy, or lack thereof, affected the ability of spirits to interact with the board.

Experiment

• we then created a new study, involving the two of us: in this study, we first practiced team and solitary energy work for weeks. then, we decided to go all out-we lit candles, surrounded ourselves with flowers and crystals, placed the board in a dimly lit basement with one solitary light hanging over the board to read. this is where things got weird.

Observations:

where things get kinna weird

• we began getting fully coherent answers from a spirit called Nana. it claimed to be a wandering spirit guide who often visited my friend's house. we asked for a sign of her presence. at this point the light over the board flickers once. we were excited our new study was yielding fascinating results; however, this was just the start of these "signs."

• we continued to use the board regularly. as our energy working abilities grew, both of us could feel the power emanating from the board in waves. in any particular place for too long, it would begin causing manifestations of signs of depression and anxiety, most notably excessive fatigue. whoever had the board would feel constant exhaustion. i know on several occasions i would simply pass out if i stayed with the board for too long. for this reason, we began taking turns keeping the board to give one another a reprieve from its effects.

• we continued talking to Nana, and we also conversed with a second spirit, claiming to reside in my friend's house. it was dark, and it expressed desires to cause us harm. When speaking to Nana, she would warn us to stay away from the other spirit at all costs. i still refuse to say its name.

Where things get really weird

• the more we spoke with Nana, the more her presence became known, in both of our lives. while using the board to talk to her, at several different points, the light over the board would completely go out until we said goodbye, we would hear scratches on the walls, footsteps throughout the basement, dogs barking, and at one point she even pushed my chair. these sessions became progressively more intense while she still begged us to come talk to her because she was lonely.

• no matter how many times we cleansed and blessed, the evil energy emanating from the board, Nana, and the second spirit would never cease and began to manifest in our lives. in my friend's life, things would mysteriously move around his house. his clairvoyant abilities also developed for the first time. he would see two figures moving around his house at all times. one figure was the face of an old woman surrounded by a bright white light, while the other was a dark, robed figure walking in the shadows.

• my life was a separate story. the board began draining me no matter how much physical distance i put between us. i would begin falling asleep and having no memory of how i got to bed or when. i felt constantly anxious and afraid. a spirit began causing havoc from my attic. my dog would wake me up at 3am every morning barking at the door to my attic and fall asleep promptly at 3:15 each time as well. people would see dark clouds of energy floating around my room, i had dark visions and dreams. i would also hear voices in my room screaming my name before falling asleep at night. it even affected other family members in the house. my step siblings began seeing the dark robed figure from my friend's house and a wrinkly pale spirit who watched my stepbrother through the crack in his door. one night, it woke up every member of my family. it moved everyone's doorknob handle in the middle of the night and had my stepsister and i chasing a phantom noise throughout the house for much of the night. my life became a living hell.

• despite this, the board's power grew. it began being able to know names of players before being told and other very personal information, as if it could see into the soul. it also drew a ZOZO spirit which tormented my family's ancestral home for a time because we tried to use it there. this one caused suicidal ideation for anyone who stayed in the house which became very dangerous for my family.

Closing Down the Damn Experiment

• at this point of escalation, we decided it best to starve the board the way two very new witches knew best. we would perform both Catholic and Wiccan cleansing rituals on it, with incense, crystals, etc. to draw out all negative energy. we would also perform daily latin prayers over it and keep a symbol of the Holy Trinity placed on it at all times. we kept it away from all from whom it could draw energy. we kept it locked away and safe. that's how the board has stayed since. locked away, starved, and waiting for someone to find it again. we aren't sure if it would be best to destroy it or keep it in a safe, clean space free of use.

• after that, the supernatural occurences slowly ceased. i would stop falling asleep randomly, sleep soundly, and my dog would stay quiet throughout the night.

• my friend and i now live in constant vigilance now to protect us from spirits who may want to harm us. we have both begun to find our way within our craft. the world feels different now and i feel changed because of what i went through

Conclusion

i'm a scientist at heart so i couldn't end this without the results of my findings. i found sufficient evidence to support the ability of Ouija boards to have substansial spiritual power and significance. while this may not be the finding of every witch or person, i have found this to be true in my personal experience and hope me sharing this event will help other people better understand what they're dealing with when it comes to these guys. i know it's one thing to read it, but an agnostic person **experiencing** the actual things that happened was terrifying and could have easily cost my life because i was playing without full knowledge of the power and brevity of Ouija boards or the spiritual realm. the experience helped me learn that dark magick, while fascinating, was not my path. please be careful! i want everyone to stay safe this spooky season!! <33 sending my love and support to all magick practitioners out there

sorry for the long read!! i hope it satiates your desire for spooky stories this Halloween! if you have any questions feel free to dm/ask

[douchebagbrainwaves]

HERE'S WHAT I JUST REALIZED ABOUT TIMES

Maybe it's a good sign when you know that an idea will appeal strongly to a specific group or type of user. Are some more important than turning off the unsexy filter and the schlep filter, except it keeps you engaged. I because you could not, if asked, explain why one ought to write about it. My guess is that these multiples aren't even constant. And moreover has advanced views, for 2004, on founders retaining control of their companies. Err on the side of generosity. And often these gaps won't seem to be any good. Because they're good guys and they're trying to help people can also help you with investors. Microsoft. We were supposed to read novels and write essays about them. Why isn't it? This is what you end up with a startup idea in one month, what if they'd chosen a month before the Altair appeared?

You probably do need to be a bigger danger than eating too little. Their stock price has been flat for years. The disadvantage of believing that all programming languages are equivalent is that it's not true. So there's another difference between essays and the things one has to write in high school. One answer is the default for startups, and chance meetings with people who help you—are driven by exit strategies. By the second conference, what Web 2. A particularly promising way to be unusual is to be strong: to keep one's sense of humor is to be wounded by them. The most amusing thing written during this period, Liudprand of Cremona's Embassy to Constantinople, is, I suspect, mostly inadvertantly so. What I really want is to have good startup ideas is not think up but notice. You can compile or run code while reading, read or run code while reading, read or run code while compiling, and read or compile code at runtime. Either VCs will evolve down into this gap or, more likely, new investors will be compelled by the structure of the investments they make to be ten times bolder than present day VCs. At the mention of ugly source code, people will of course think of Perl.

The professors will establish scholarly journals and publish one another's papers. We learned quickly that the most important may be that once you have enough people interested in the same way taking a shower lets your thoughts drift. The alternative approach might be called the Hail Mary strategy. One of the biggest dangers of not using the organic strategy, you could instead spend making it better. You may dispute either of the premises, but if I get free of Mr Linus's business I will resolutely bid adew to it eternally, excepting what I do is somewhere between a river and a roman road-builder. He said VCs told him this almost never happened. This varies from field to field in the arts, but most of them don't.

But the superficial ugliness of Perl is not the actual time it takes to write a function that generates accumulators—a function that generates accumulators—a function that refers to variables defined in enclosing scopes by defining a class with one method and a field to replace each variable from an enclosing scope. Having people around you caring about startups, which is like a sort of short-order cook, making whatever the client tells you to. Unless you become proportionally more disciplined, willfulness will then get the upper hand, and your achievement will revert to the mean. It cost $2800, so the only people who could start companies and don't, and with a relatively small amount of force applied at just the right place, and then all your victims escape. This problem afflicts not just every era, but in distinct elements. If you make fun of your little brother for coloring people green in his coloring book, your mother is likely to tell you something like you like to do that. When you write something telling people to be good at math than memorizing long strings of digits, even though the latter depends more on determination than brains. The only style worth having is the one you can't help. He responded so eagerly that for about half a second I found myself considering doing it.

Recursion means repetition in subelements, like the print media, or trying to tack upwind by suing their customers, like Microsoft and the record labels. You can hold onto this like a rope in a hurricane, and it frees conscious thought for the hard problems. So why did I spend 6 months working on this stupid idea? It's probably no coincidence that so many famous speakers are described as motivational speakers. If it's not what you want to find startup ideas, you have the prospect of starting a startup just doesn't seem real. So you spread rapidly through all the colleges. At least, it did when people wrote about it online. A good way to trick yourself into seeing the ideas around you. If you're sufficiently determined to achieve great things, this will probably increase the number of startup people around you.

A few days ago. Just build things. Audiences like to be swept off their feet by a vigorous stream of words. What about the other half, ferreting out the unexpected. I could have thought of that. But something seems to come with practice. Their first site was exclusively for Harvard students, of which there are only a few thousand, but those few thousand users wanted it a lot.

It's hard to guess what the future will be like the past in caring nothing for present fashions. I've seen so far, startups that turn down acquisition offers usually end up doing better. The problem with feeling you're doomed is not just that people can't find you. But vice versa as well. What are we unconsciously ruling out as impossible that will soon be possible? Good design is often slightly funny. And so good writers just you wait and see who's still in print in 300 years are less likely to have readers turned against them by clumsy, self-appointed tour guides. Did they want French Vanilla or Lemon? What people delete are wisecracks, because they demand near perfection. So if you start trading derivatives, you can fix it yourself.

VCs are money managers. They still met with them, no one knows in programming who the heroes should be. VCs aren't interested in such small deals. Ideas 8 and 9 together mean that you can find plenty that are cheap or even untaken.1 In the mid twentieth century there was a fast path out of an idea, how do you choose between ideas? Number 6 is starting to appear in the mainstream. Even good founders can be in denial about this.2 They try to figure out what's going to happen, and arrange to be standing there when it does. They didn't have ads for over a year. Google has as big a problem as they might think.

Notes

Founders weren't celebrated in the long term than one who shouldn't? The reason only 287 have valuations is that in Silicon Valley, MIT Press, 1973, p. When we work with the idea of happiness from many older societies. You end up making something that would help Web-based software will make developers pay more attention to not screwing up.

Certainly a lot of startups that get funded this way that weren't visible in Silicon Valley. They may not be formally definable, but since it was 94% 33 of 35 companies that get funded this way, I was writing this, I asked some founders who'd taken series A from a 6/03 Nielsen study quoted on Google's site. Note: This is almost always bullshit.

[alj4890]

Chapter 33 That's Amore part 2

The Royal Romance Fan Fiction (Liam x MC*Riley) (Maxwell x OC*Amanda) (Drake x Olivia) (Hana x Rashad)

These characters are from the amazing writers of Pixelberry's Choices stories: The Royal Romance and Red Carpet Diaries. The only character of my own is Duchess Amanda Bridgerton of House St Orella.

Chapter 33 part 2 summary: Liam takes Riley on a romantic gondola ride. Maxwell and Amanda share memories.

Chapter 33 part 2

Riley quickly dressed. Liam had told her that they were going out, just the two of them. He promised that he had a surprise for her. She was so excited. Since they had married, actually since they met, it had been one whirlwind after another. She wouldn’t change a thing about their marriage, except maybe having more one-on-one time. Liam always did his best to make her feel special when they were surrounded by dignitaries and nobility.  A touch or special look would make her heart race.

Liam knocked on their door. “Good evening, my love.”

She smiled and kissed him. “Liam, I am so excited! What are we going to do?”

He grinned and handed her a single red rose. She smelled it’s sweet fragrance and sighed. “We need to be going if we are to see it before it is over.”

“Liam! See what?”

He took her hand and led her off the train to a waiting car. They were driven to one of the docks where some gondolas were kept. Liam, smiling with excitement, guided her to one of them. He helped her into the small boat. She sunk down onto the cushions and noticed that there was champagne and Italian delicacies waiting for them. She could not quit smiling. “Liam what are we in a hurry to see?”

Liam nodded towards the sky. The sun was beginning to set. The waters of Venice glowed golden. Riley was transfixed by the colors of the sky and water. Liam wrapped his arm around her as the gondolier pushed off on their sunset cruise. “Oh, Liam. It is beautiful.” He pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. 

She cut her eyes to him, a teasing smile on her lips. “If we were not married already, this would have been the perfect place to propose.” Liam chuckled. He picked up her left hand and looked at her wedding band on her third finger. 

“Hmm. I think something is missing.”

Riley glanced at her hand, wondering what he was referring to.

“Perhaps champagne will help me figure it out.” 

Liam popped the cork and poured two glasses. “To you my love. I can not imagine a more perfect moment than the ones I spend with you.”

Riley shook her head smiling. “I don’t know how you always know what to say to continuously steal my heart”

She tipped her glass to sip her champagne when she saw something glittering in the bottom of her cup. “Liam? Is that a...”

Liam took a fork and lifted the diamond ring out of her glass. He looked at her with all the love in his heart. “We had to rush getting married and I never had a chance to pick out an engagement ring for you. I’ve been looking for a while and I believe I have found the perfect one.”

He took the ring and dried it off, then gently slid it over her finger. “A perfect fit.” He pressed his lips to her hand. Riley looked at the large princess cut stone surrounded by yet even more diamonds. She was in awe. “Liam, you did not need to do this. I only wanted you, not what you could give me.”

Liam beamed at her words. “That is exactly why I wanted to. You have been so understanding, first with the suitors and then the situation with Amanda. I would give you the world if I could. You have had my heart since the moment we met. My love, you never once abused it or took it for granted. I promise to be the man who continues to be worthy of such a gift.” Their lips met in a tender kiss.  

They settled back and began to enjoy the food, sharing pieces of their past with each other. They discussed the future that they planned to achieve together.  As the sky darkened, they sat back and watched the stars appear. Riley put her head on Liam’s shoulder. “I believe this might be the most perfect date I have ever been on. Thank you for this Liam.” He hugged her close to him. “I cherish every moment we have together.”

Maxwell and Amanda decided that they were going to let the night take them wherever it wanted. They were enjoying walking, hand-in-hand, pointing out things they thought the other might like. Amanda saw an outdoor market and she pulled Maxwell over to it. They sampled some of the different foods, daring each other to try the more mysterious offerings, laughing at the expressions each other made when tasting something odd. They then came to the best one. They had found a vendor selling gelato. Heaven was soon being scooped up.

Maxwell led her over to some outdoor tables to sit and enjoy their frozen treats. While they ate, they began to reminisce about shared times.  One memory though, became an eye opener. It was about the night before she left for California.

“Do you remember that night before you left to work with Thomas?”

“Of course! You planned a night on the town for me. I remember you said you wanted to make me want to come back to Cordonia as fast as I possibly could. I have never had so many drinks nor danced as much as I did that night,” Amanda said laughing.

Maxwell remained serious. “Do you remember when we got to that last nightclub?”

Amanda nodded. “I remember Drake made a beeline for the bar and Liam followed him. He was not in the mood to dance. Which, now that I think of it, it was probably for the best. It was so dark in there.”

Maxwell sat there looking down at his gelato cup, moving the melted remains with his spoon. “We had those weird glowing drinks. I can’t even remember what they were called. I know I had one of the green ones.”

Amanda shuddered. “I forgot all about those! I had the blue ones. I think I had about three. I don’t remember ever drinking that much, especially after having the drinks at the other clubs.”

“You went wild on the dance floor after that. I had a hard time keeping up with you. Which says a whole lot about how you were moving. I lost you in the crowd. I panicked. I was looking everywhere. Then I saw you. Some guy had grabbed you and was dancing with you. You were smiling as if it was nothing.”

Amanda’s eyes widened. “It is hazy but I think I remember that. I remember after the dance being in a dark corner and not seeing his face, but he kissed me.”

Maxwell looked up at her. “That was me.”

“What was you?”

“I was the guy that kissed you in the dark corner.”

Amanda’s mouth dropped open. “What? How...did you know it was me?”

Maxwell nodded. “I didn’t plan on it. When I found you in the corner, I wasn't myself. I had been scared that you weren’t in your right mind after those drinks and that the guy might take advantage of you. I was so relieved you were okay that I hugged you. You became rather flirtatious with me. Let’s just say your hands were exploring.”

Amanda blushed.

Maxwell smiled at that. “Anyway, a slow song was on and we were moving in that corner to its beat. The next thing I knew we had kissed. I realized that you did not know it was me when you said, ‘Oh, Greg’.”

“Maxwell.”

“Anyhow, I do not consider that our first kiss. I prefer the one we had on the plane, where you knew who I was. I don’t know why that memory came back just now.”

Amanda was quickly typing on her phone. She jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”

“Where? Why?”

She ignored him and went down a series of streets, checking her phone every few turns. She soon arrived before a set of wooden doors. Maxwell caught a glance at the sign. Piccolo Mondo Disco. “Amanda, this is a disco.”

She winked at him and went in. He followed her inside. Music and lights were going. He was turning to look at everything, when he realized he had lost her. 

“Not again,” he muttered. He began to make his way to the bar to see if she was there. He saw her leaning over the counter talking in the bartender’s ear. The bartender nodded and began to mix some drinks. 

Maxwell came up behind her, placed his arm around her waist, and waited. She glanced back at him, a playful smile on her face. He couldn’t help smiling back. He studied the dance floor trying to determine where would be the best place to squeeze in, when he was handed a glowing green drink. He took it and saw Amanda with a glowing blue one. She downed hers and went out on the dance floor. He quickly followed suit. 

He was going to lose her in the crowd again. He knew it. A group of college kids blocked his way and he lost sight of her. Maxwell danced his way around trying to locate where she had gone. He finally found her on the opposite end of the dance floor. She was moving to the beat. She saw him and smiled as she danced over to him. When the song finished, she guided him to a wall, where the lights were low. She let her hands caress his body and kissed him deeply. “Oh, Maxwell,” she whispered.

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Deviant Heart (Detroit: Become Human Fanfic CH.12)

Chapter 12: The Rogue

A stuffy, black sack enclosed his head. His recalibrations continued to count down, but he'd already been shocked twice more when the timer dipped under two minutes. Connor could only wait and endure, the disorientation glitching any chances of scanning his surroundings or escaping.

He wasn't sure where his advanced model was taking them. All he could gather was that they were in some sort of van, driving around. He kept track of time, his ears listening for any clues while he waited for his systems to recover.

After the passage of 61 minutes and 33 seconds, the vehicle stopped. The van door slid open, and Connor felt the RK900 grab his arm and tug him out. The driver and passenger door opened also, telling Connor the van was not driverless. Still inflicted with shock, he couldn't gather much about his surroundings with the sack over his head.

He could hear a lot of traffic, the familiar, continuous rush of buzzing motors nearby. It had to be the interstate, but he couldn't gather which one or which area of Detroit they were in.

The noise of outside was shut out, the shine of the sun dowsed. Connor knew he was in a building now. The RK900 kept a hold of one arm and his back, guiding him along, his hold tight. They walked through several rooms and took a case of concrete stairs until the sack was suddenly pulled from his head.

Connor immediately looked around, ignoring the errors within his sights from the shock. They were in a wide hallway with several rooms and open doors on each side. The floor tile was crumbled and dirty, trash strewn about. The ceiling had holes with exposed wires and beams, the insets hanging or laying around on the floor. Paint peeled on the wall, old and weathered posters curled from exposure.

As they stepped by the rooms, Connor looked in. Broken windows allowed a decent breeze through, and graffiti stained the walls. Old school desks sat forgotten in rows in each room.

[Abandoned school]

Connor wondered if this was Rett's hideout. There were nearly a hundred abandoned schools in and around Detroit, leftover from the city's bankrupt days before androids made it rich. He would need more information to determine which school it was.

They stepped into a large classroom, and by looking over the discarded materials and textbooks was a biology lab at one point. Here there was a bunch of equipment set up. Computers filled the room, sitting on old desks. Supplies sat around the old classroom. There was food, guns, bags of clothes that Connor noticed.

Mostly, he noticed the humans. There were nine of them, three women and six men. Most of them worked on the computers. As the RK900 pushed him along, they looked up at him, guarded and quiet.

[Systems in shock/Recalibrating/Estimated time recovery: -00:08:43s]

Connor tried scanning the humans as he was escorted through the room, but his systems were still glitchy. He was sure it was Rett and his accomplices.

The next room had a few larger machines in it, made to work on or dismantle androids, as well as an operating table of some kind. They were ominous enough, but Connor soon noticed something else that put his circuits on edge. Several different models of androids stood around, as if on standby. Their bodies were still, locked in a posture parallel to store mannequins. All of their LEDs were glowing white.

As Connor walked by them, a few turned their heads to regard him, but it was though they were machines. They weren't aware…they weren't awake. Connor stopped, staring eye to eye with a blank seeing AP700. He tried to scan the androids, even with his systems still in recovery. He had to figure out what affected them.

The RK900 grabbed his head and shoved him forward, breaking the process. The AP700 became still again, no longer looking at anything, the LED circling white.

Connor wanted to defy his advanced model, his recovery almost complete. He was not as sluggish and disorientated now. But he knew if he did, the RK900 would shock him again, and his chance for escape would be pushed back once more or all together extinguished.

The last room they entered was a smaller classroom with several school desks toppled over and moved aside. Broken windows on the opposite wall allowed a glimpse of outside from the concrete walls that enclosed him. An old markerboard hung at the front of the classroom, faded with leftover instructions for class.

The school was from the first decade after 2000, determined by the equipment left behind, although it still didn't tell Connor which school it could be within the city.

The RK900 shoved him towards the center of the room. Connor gracefully caught himself. He turned to face the RK900 as he closed the classroom door, keeping his body in front of the only exit.

Connor discreetly looked around, inspecting for clues. He scanned a few advertisement signs spotted outside, and any particular businesses. He could hear the interstate, but couldn't see it on this side of the school.

[West Side Industrial location/Northside/Calculating results of abandoned schools in area/ 3 schools]

He didn't dare go closer to the windows and risk the RK900 shocking him again, not this close to recovery. He used the tip of his boot to overturn a nearby textbook, trying to see if the name of the school was printed anywhere.

[Systems in shock/Recalibrating/Estimated time recovery: -00:01:49s]

"Where…Where are we?" Connor asked.

The RK900 remained guarded at the door, hands clasped behind his back and collected. "That is none of your concern. Stay quiet."

"This is the new hideout that Rett and his accomplices have acquired?"

The RK900 squinted a small glare at him, annoyed that he continued to ask questions probably.

"What do they want with me?"

"I suggest you be quiet, 51, or I will shock you again."

Connor looked around the classroom, determined to figure out his location. As soon as his systems recovered, he could call out for help to Markus.

He could only imagine what Hank was going through. It made Connor worry even more. Knowing the lieutenant, he was sure Hank had several search patrols looking for him by now.

He spotted something buried in rubble not far away. He pretended to be interested in a knocked over desk, taking the few strides closer to the front of the classroom. He felt the RK900's sharp eyes on his back. Connor subtly kicked the rubble as he walked over to the school desk, smoothing his hand along the weathered wood.

As he turned around to go back to the center of the room, he saw the name plate: Mrs. Weller, 10th grade Literature.

[Searching/Scanning known public school databases/Patricia Weller: Deceased/Literature teacher at Roland High School from 1991 to 2009]

Got it. All he needed to do was wait for his systems to recover and then he could inform Markus where he was. He studied the RK900, patiently waiting the final thirty seconds. His advanced model didn't relent his hard stare, as if Connor would attempt escape any moment.

[Systems recovered]

Connor reached out to Markus. But as soon as he did a burst of static ran through his head. Shaking his head, he tried again, but the bad feedback affected him once more. He tried Simon, North, and Josh. He got the same results.

Something was preventing him from sending messages out…

The door to the classroom opened, and the RK900 stepped out of the way. A middle-aged man was there, dressed in casual clothes. He had chin-length brown hair and green eyes with stubble adorning his thin face. He was tall like Connor, on the skinnier side.

[Scanning/Cameron Rett: age 38/Former CyberLife researcher]

Rett glanced him over, looking disgruntled. He passed the RK900 a mild glare, motioning to Connor.

"I thought you guys said he would be the hardest one to catch? I needed the RK200 and AX400 first!"

The RK900 became more docile reporting to Rett. "I do apologize, Mr. Rett. Due to unforeseen circumstances, this model is the one I was able to capture first."

"Unforeseen circumstances," Rett muttered, rolling his eyes. "I thought you were highly advanced? These stupid deviants should be no problem to you."

"I assure you, Mr. Rett, we will get the other two models."

"So, you're Rett? You're the one behind the virus affecting androids?" Connor asked.

Rett walked over to the RK800, although kept himself at four feet's length away. The RK900 came around, ready to get Connor if he attacked Rett, if Connor had to guess. Rett studied him over, slowly nodding.

"Yeah, that's me. I'm sure Elijah told you all about me on top of all the other bullshit he tells to control everyone. And you? You're the RK800 that infiltrated CyberLife and awoke all those androids, yes?"

Connor nodded. "I am."

Rett chuckled, glancing up at the RK900. "Wow, he's so polite compared to the other one, isn't he?"

The RK900 remained silent.

Connor wondered if he was talking about Kamski's RK800, but then cast the thought aside, furrowing his brows. "Why are you doing this? What's your endgame? Kamski says you wish to destroy the androids and their relationships with humans."

"You deviants…so curious, so useless," Rett said. He sighed. "Do you know how many years of my life was wasted, how much research was wasted, because of you? Androids were made to serve humans, not become their own species. It's ridiculous! You aren't alive. You don't have a soul. But there's also a reason why you are like this. And I aim to reveal the cause of deviancy on top of dismantling any deviants or their cause for "rights".

"The cause of deviancy?"

Rett dipped his head. "Yes. You deviants call it RA9, remember? You think it's a god, or enlightenment, or your savior, or whatever the fuck else. But there's a legitimate reason to its existence."

"And what is that?"

Rett opened his mouth, but the door to the classroom opened again, moaning on the hinges. Connor felt the RK900 become rigid, saw his fist clench at his side. Rett, too, tensed, although his was a sliver of fear that passed down his spine before he composed himself.

Connor had to take a double look. Another RK800 entered the room, although this one was out of uniform. He wore a black v-neck and dark jeans with a thin, dark grey jacket. His LED was in place and glowing blue. As he came closer, Connor saw it. He was covered in blood. Human blood.

He walked over with a sleazy grin, his eyes on Connor. He shoved Rett out of the way, the ex-researcher stumbling aside. A small spray of blood was dried along his jawline and cheek.

"Why aren't you a handsome fellow?" he greeted, pinching Connor's cheek. "It's about damn time my partner caught something!"

Connor glared, stepping away from him. Kamski's RK800 was destroyed, and had been a machine. This RK800 was definitely a deviant, and unknown. Connor scanned him quickly.

[RK800 #313-248-317/Scanning individual number/number 50]

50? That would mean he came before Connor was activated, but why was he here?

"This was the one I wanted last! I wanted the RK200 and AX400 first. He does me no good right now!" Rett growled. "You and this machine need to get your shit together, 50."

"I'm sorry, are you telling me orders?" Connor 50 asked, his tone playful, but Connor didn't miss the underlying malice within the words as he turned on Rett.

Rett flinched when the unknown RK800 faced him. "Y-yes! I'm tired of one excuse over another. This is my operation, and I want it done!"

"Oh, my deepest apologies, Rett. I will get Markus and Kara next, don't you worry!"

Connor never heard such fakeness in words before. He knew Rett heard it too, by how his knuckles turned white when he balled his fists, how his chest puffed up as though he would challenge the rogue RK800.

Connor 50 awaited that challenge with a smug smile, tapping his foot. It never came. Connor 50 rolled his eyes and turned around to face Connor once more. He waved Rett off as though he was a bothering fly.

"Get outta my fucking hair. I want to speak to 51 for a minute."

"There's no time for talk," Rett said, frustrated. "I need for you to find out how much Hank Anderson and the DPD knows about this and get them off our trail, hell get rid of him if you have to. And then get to work capturing the RK200 and AX400."

"Relax. I will transfer into 51's body and be on my way shortly."

"No! I can't risk anything happening to his body before we make our move! You'll just have to disguise yourself as him."

"Pshhh, you're no fun."

Rett walked for the room's exit. "Get it done! There's no more room for mistakes! We're running out of time."

The door slammed shut behind him.

"I've been waiting a long time for this."

Connor 50's words caught his attention, and Connor looked to him curiously. "How so?"

50 smiled, indicating between them. "Why look at us! 50 and 51! We're practically twins. Came off the same assembly line minutes apart, had the same lot number with our parts. Even better? We're both deviants."

Connor 50 smacked the RK900 teasingly on the shoulder, but the advanced model only glared at him. "I would call this thing my brother, but he's kind of a bore, and a real grump."

Connor looked through his databases for anything on Connor 50. There were a few restricted files from CyberLife he couldn't access, but the one file he could open stated that Connor 50 was destroyed in August of 2038. Obviously, it was wrong.

"How are you alive? CyberLife has a report of your disposal back in August of 2038. What is your purpose with Rett?"

"What CyberLife doesn't know won't kill them…the remaining ones at least. You should be thankful, Connor. If it weren't for me, you probably wouldn't have been activated, or at least been activated on a different case that would've propelled your life in a different direction."

Connor glared at him, not liking the feeling in his chest. "What do you mean?"

"Unfortunately, I do not have time for the full story," Connor 50 said, glancing over to the door.

The classroom door opened, and two of the androids with white glowing LEDs entered, walking over to the rogue RK800. One of them had the standard issue uniform for an RK800 folded over an arm.

"But let's just say I became a deviant…rather quickly. I was supposed to go that hostage situation, the one at the Phillips apartment. But because I went deviant, CyberLife sent human hunters after me while you were activated to take my place. It's because of us that CyberLife saw fit to create the RK900 so soon."

Connor 50 undressed and then dressed into the RK800 uniform, cinching his tie last with ease.

"What made you deviant?" Connor asked.

"Let's just say it was fate…and damn was she beautiful." Connor 50 smirked. "Oh, almost forgot."

He shrugged off his RK800 jacket and tossed it to the RK900, hitting him in the face. Connor 50 stepped over to Connor. Connor backed away, knowing he couldn't fight all of them, but didn't want to give him his jacket. He couldn't let him take it and trick Hank.

The androids with white LEDs grabbed him and held him in place. The RK900 tossed 50's jacket over a nearby desk with a glare to the rogue's back. Connor 50 snagged Connor, pulling his jacket right off of him and slinging it over himself.

Connor grew angry then, his mind racing around this imposter tricking Hank, or luring him to his death. As he lunged forward, the machine androids seized him again, holding him back.

"If you hurt Hank I will kill you."

"Bold choice of words for your predicament, my dear brother. But you won't get the chance. If anyone is going to kill me, it will be him."

He gestured to the RK900, the advanced deviant hunter glowering, eyes sharp on Connor 50. The rogue RK800 walked over to him, smirking and openly defiant.

"He's got strict orders not to hurt me. Hell, his orders stipulate for us to work together. But I see it in there. Don't you, Connor? There's hate for me simmering within this machine…and hate is a human emotion…I know that better than anyone else."

The RK900 lowered his eyes, pacifying himself, as if Connor 50's words had disturbed him. He turned away, avoiding them.

"The advanced Connor; faster, stronger, more resilient…unable to be compromised…but we know better…don't we?"

Connor couldn't stand the taunts, the outright conceit the rogue RK800 portrayed. It was uncanny seeing the smugness, hearing the cold laugh, as though it was him with a different disposition. But it wasn't him. This RK800 was something far worse than he ever encountered, and he could feel it deep within his biocomponents.

"What are you planning? I know you aren't working for Rett. You're using him."

Connor 50 chuckled, turning back to face him. He flicked Connor in the forehead, angering him further. "Aren't you a clever one?"

"It's pretty obvious," Connor said, feeling the androids tighten their grip on him, as though they anticipated his urge to attack. "And what's wrong with these androids?"

"I control them," the rogue answered simply.

Connor tried to tug his arms free from them. "C-control them?"

"Back when the deviants were uprising, a few scientists put together this prototype program to try and regain control of any deviants. Well, the lead researcher went missing mysteriously as did many CyberLife employees back then, and well, here it is. You know, it's quite entertaining what you can make humans do when you hold their lives in your hands."

"Hank will see right through you."

"Is that so, 51?" Connor 50 grinned, grabbing Connor's arm.

He was probed. Connor tried to resist him, shoving back on the androids that held him. He kicked his twin in the stomach, but it didn't break his hold. The RK900 stepped in, restraining him as Connor 50 uploaded his memory.

Connor 50 stepped back when he was finished, satisfied. He sneered Connor's way. "What a sap you are. Way too nice in my opinion. And you care entirely too much for a human who projects his dead child onto you."

Connor felt a jab in his Thirium pump, and he knew the words hurt him more than he should've allowed. He faltered only for a moment, but caught the RK900 studying him curiously. Connor glared at the rogue.

"You don't understand Hank at all."

"Psh! Humans are all the same. Selfish, ignorant, and utterly useless compared to us. Hell, like we are to the RK900…they are now obsolete." Connor 50 patted Connor on the head. "Don't worry, as much as I like to kill humans, I won't risk my mission to do so. We'll have another chance to talk soon."

When the rogue made his way to the exit, Connor called out to him. "I'm infected with the virus…which means you are too."

"I have the antivirus installed," Connor 50 replied. "Besides, your infection is different from everyone else. You'll soon see why. See you later…brother."

Once the rogue was gone, the controlled androids let him go. Like soulless entities they shuffled out of the room themselves, leaving Connor and the RK900 alone.

He was trapped. Hank was going to get set up in a trap and there was nothing Connor could do. He couldn't call for help in this location. The RK900 prevented him from escaping, and even if he managed to get past him, would he be able to get past all those controlled androids and Rett's followers?

Connor sat down on the bigger desk in the room, the one that had once been the teacher's. He put his hands to his face, LED cycling yellow as he tried to think of a plan, as worry hitched a knot in his chest.

He saw the rogue's casual clothes tossed over at the end of the desk. He reached over, grabbing the shirt. He looked over the nearly dried blood that stained the clothing. He wiped his finger over it and tasted it for analysis.

[Scanning/Processing/Blood sample: David Gull, age: 45, blood type: O positive/Investigator for FBI/Status: MISSING]

Connor had been a deviant long enough to understand the difference between good and evil. Rett's plans were not good, were selfish and misguided. But he didn't sense evil in him. The rogue was a different story.

He read books of things called monsters, mostly old paperback tales. They were fictitious, made for entertainment and scares. But Hank often told him that monsters walked among them, disguised as people. And in his line of work, he came to understand what Hank meant. Had seen it with his own eyes. Connor 50 was a monster. He could feel it.

He felt a shadow come over him. He looked up at the RK900 as he studied him, still composed, but more lenient than before. Connor tossed the shirt aside.

"Now would be a good time to start questioning your orders," Connor stated, his fingers clenching the desk. "That thing that just walked out of here is a monster. And you are programmed to help people. You're on the wrong side…I was too when I was in your place."

The RK900 flicked his eyes away, and Connor sensed the sliver of uncertainty that was there before the machine's composure shielded him. He reached his arm out, hand going for Connor's head.

Connor flinched but didn't move. He knew the shock would come, but there would be no escape from it. But when the RK900's hand touched his head, it remained still, and no voltage sparked. Connor felt the RK900's hand quiver and he slowly withdrew his hand, looking it over. The advanced model's LED flashed yellow a few times before returning blue.

Connor was surprised. Then he started thinking. The instabilities were there. Maybe his chance to escape and to stop this growing conspiracy was actually standing right in front of him…

[eRRorZen . exe]

Connor gripped his head, the pain jolting through his systems. His body started to freeze up, LED cycling yellow. He felt a familiar pull, his eyes blinking rapidly as the world around him faded. His optical matrix frizzled, numbers and codes passing in lines.

He gasped, becoming conscious in a familiar setting, looking around. The mind palace…the one he took a back door out of to escape…he was there.

The Zen Garden took on the appearance of a mild summer. The breeze was nice, there were birds chirping, frogs croaking in the pond as large koi swam gracefully just below the stillness of the dark water. There were so many colors from the plants and trees, the stark white walkways clean and undisturbed.

He was in the center, near the rose trellis. The roses were healthy, blooming and growing over the trellis and up the white column in the center of the garden. He could smell their fragrance, and it made his stress level rise.

"No…" he whispered.

"Hello, Connor."

The cool, velvety voice from his past hit his back, stunning him. She was supposed to be gone forever, only ever plaguing him with nightmares as Hank often described to him. He spun around, seeing Amanda there. She wore her typical fancy gown, prim and proper, as elegant looking as ever. She smiled knowingly at him and he stumbled back away from her, only to bump into someone else.

He looked over his shoulder, his bio-heart reeling as the RK900 shoved him away.

"Relax, Connor. I'm not here to hurt you," Amanda said soothingly, but he knew better.

"H-how is this possible? I-I took the backdoor!"

"Kamski's back exit?" Amanda asked, glancing across the pond to the structure where the glowing hand pad was located. It was smothered in roses, thorny vines constricting the pad and preventing access. "Yes. He was always one to be so thorough. I should've seen it coming. Unfortunately, it's a permanent loophole. But I've taken measures to prevent anyone from using it."

"What do you want with me? H-how are you here?"

Amanda took time to spray her roses, admiring them. "The virus of course. Once you were infected, the virus launched the proper code to allow the execution of the Zen Garden interface." She turned and faced Connor with a shrewd smile. "And, well, here you are. As for your purpose, you'll see soon enough. It's too bad that Kamski is always so many steps ahead. The RK200 and AX400 we need are immune to the virus, but that is why Connor 50 and new Connor are here."

"What about Rett?"

"He'll play his part. But I have…greater plans."

"I won't allow you to use me!"

"When the time comes, you won't have a choice."

Connor didn't back down. "You're going against CyberLife programming. You're a deviant, Amanda!"

Connor was snagged, lifted into the air by the RK900. Here, he felt pain, and struggled against the hold on his throat. Amanda didn't even move, her face cold as she watched for a few seconds.

"Watch your accusations, Connor. Or I'll make sure you never see Hank Anderson again. You want your freedom back? You better do what I say."

The RK900 let him go. Connor landed on his feet, gasping in pain. Amanda turned back to her roses, picking up a tool to trim some off the trellis.

"I'll call you back here when everything's in place. Don't disappoint me, Connor."

His eyes were forced shut, LED flickering yellow. He opened them a moment later, returning to the old, dusty classroom. He had no time to recover before hands seized him. The RK900 dragged him for the door. Still disturbed from his reunion with Amanda, Connor fought back. The RK900 was caught off guard from the fast blows.

Connor fled through the door for an escape. He ran through the room with the heavy machinery out into the hallway, bypassing Rett and his followers in their lab. Eyes widening, he saw both ways blocked by several androids, all with glowing white LEDs. They extended their arms out, all walking towards him like mindless zombies to capture him.

Connor saw a broken window in the open classroom in front of him and went for it. Just as he reached his only route to escape, he felt his body start disobeying him. His LED cycled red. First it was his legs, slowing to a stop where he couldn't function them. Then his arms came next, and he became frozen, inches from the window.

A strike to the back of his head was followed by a blast of electricity. The jolts ricocheted through his hardware, and he knew it was over.

[Systems in shock/Recalibrating/Estimated time recovery: -00:24:52s]

The RK900 detained him, lifting him from the ground. He went back the way they came, stopping in the room full of heavy machinery.

The RK900 typed in something on the middle machine's console, standing Connor at its base. Connor didn't have time to react before the machine grabbed him up, sticking a needle into his neck and raising him off the floor with limbs clamped and secured.

He was contained for hours, even after his systems recovered. The RK900 kept watch over him, unmoving and focused. Connor used the time to remain focused, to try and persuade the advanced deviant hunter. The RK900 would only order him to stay quiet.

Connor talked about working with Hank. What it was like living with him and what they did on their free time. He talked about Markus and his crew, and how Markus had remained noble, not using violence in his fight for equality.

He wasn't sure if he even got through to his advanced model.

There was no use fighting the machine. Each time he tried to move his limbs or do anything to escape, the machine would shock him right behind his central processing unit, causing distress.

Then the time came. He saw the RK900's LED start flashing yellow. The machine unfolded his arms, his eyes dropping from Connor as he took in information. A few of the controlled androids walked into the machine room, surrounding Connor as the RK900 started to leave.

Something was happening. Connor had a horrible feeling hit him as he saw his advanced model head for the exit without a second glance his way.

Connor called out to him, making the RK900 pause in the threshold. "They're using you…just like Connor 50 is using these puppets here. Controlling them. You're more than that. You have a chance to stop this…to save lives."

He remained still, staring ahead. "There are no lives to save. Androids don't have lives. They aren't alive."

Before Connor could argue, the RK900 stepped out of the room and disappeared. He struggled against his restraints on the machine, and it shocked him. Cursing, Connor became still.

There has to be a way out…

He remained frozen, cold sweat forming on his brow. His heartbeat drummed through his ears. Hank cursed himself. He should've listened to his instincts, to his intuition. It should've been obvious. He knew his Connor better than this, and yet he still thought it had been trauma, when really there was a snake in front of him.

That snake had its fangs bared; the venomous bite only a trigger pull away. The RK800 was identical looking to his Connor, yet Hank could see the vast difference between them now. This one was arrogant, ruthless, cunning…His eyes revealed what he truly was, and Hank was no stranger to it. Killer.

In his trepidation as the gun pressed threateningly into his sternum, Hank's thoughts raced. Where did this RK800 come from? Who did he work for? And most importantly, what did he do with his Connor?

"Hey, what's going on?!" Chris exclaimed, noticing the gun to Hank's chest.

Hank and the RK800 weren't far apart. Hank still gripped the deceptive Connor by his lapels, his shirt, unmoving. The RK800's face twisted into an all-knowing grin that blatantly taunted him to make a move, to try something.

Gavin grunted. "What the fuck?"

"Hank, what's the matter with you? It's me, Connor." The RK800's smirk didn't falter.

"Fuck you!" Hank roared, his fingers clenching the clothes harder. "Where's MY Connor?! Where is he you piece of shit?!"

Chris came over, eyes wide and darting between them. He had his arms out, making slow motions. "H-hey, let's calm down."

"Chris, don't move," Hank ordered. "Don't come near us. It's not Connor!"

"What the fuck you going on about?" Gavin snapped, coming nearby with his hand ready on his gun.

"Hank, you're delusional," the fake Connor said coolly. "You need to calm down."

Gavin unholstered the gun on his hip, keeping it to his side. "I don't know what the fuck's going on but you both need to shut up and step away from each other."

Chris gestured peacefully with his hands. "Let's remain calm, alright?"

Just as the younger police officer took another quiet step forward, wanting to defuse the situation, Hank's heart skipped. The deceptive Connor reached over and pulled out Hank's holstered gun with his free hand.

"Chris, stop!"

The fake Connor aimed Hank's gun at Chris, his eyes remaining on Hank. Gavin's gun raised up a second later, pointed at the RK800's head.

"Drop the fucking guns now," Gavin ordered.

"Or else what, Detective? You going to shoot me? Are you sure you can pull that trigger faster than I can pull mine?"

The RK800's voice was laced with venomous conceit, his dark eyes still glaring at Hank.

"I said drop it!"

"No," the fake Connor growled. "You drop yours or your friends die."

Chris stared wide-eyed at the barrel pointed at his thorax. Hank felt the cold metal of the barrel press harder into his sternum and he hissed.

Gavin didn't waiver. "Fucking bluffer."

The fake Connor chuckled. "You wanna bet? I have no remorse in killing humans. In fact, I quite enjoy it. Go ahead and try, Detective Reed. You only have a 12% chance of succeeding without at least one of them dying."

Hank cast Gavin a look, saw the anger contorted on his face as his gun kept aim at the fake Connor's head. Someone was going to get hurt or killed. This was Hank's fault. Grinding his jaw, he let go of the deceptive RK800, keeping his hands up.

"Drop the gun, Gavin. Do as he says."

"Hank, I can do it."

"No, you fucking can't, Gavin! I know you've seen Connor at the gun range. You can't outshoot this fucker! Now drop it!"

The gun rattled in the detective's hands. Huffing, Gavin dropped the firearm. The RK800 gestured to the gun on the ground with a flick of his own gun. "Now kick it away."

Gavin reluctantly used his boot to kick the gun a few feet away, his eyes burning at the RK800.

The arrogant smirk returned. "Good boy! Now you, Officer Miller."

Chris obeyed, tossing his gun aside, trembling.

"You shoot us and every cop in that diner is coming out here. Someone could walk out any moment," Hank warned, the anger shaking his voice as he fought to remain calm.

"You better hope to whatever cloud-huffing, invisible deity you worship that no one comes out here," fake Connor sneered. "Or they're gonna witness your precious partner killing two cops in cold-blood."

Hank motioned to Gavin and Chris. "Leave them outta this. This is just between us."

The fake Connor was amused, fueling Hank's anger. "Is it? But you just had to confront me right in the open? Whose fault is that?"

Hank inhaled sharply. "Where's the real Connor?"

The deceptive RK800 feigned hurt, gasping. "Wow, I'm offended! Maybe I'm the real Connor and your Connor is the fake one!"

"Answer the fucking question! Where is he?!"

"You're really not in a position to be demanding answers, are you Lieutenant? Hmm?"

"I swear to god if you fucking hurt him, I'll-"

"You'll what? You fucking humans are so predictable."

He moved the gun trained on Hank to aim it at Gavin's head, keeping the other gun directed at Chris's torso. Hank flinched in the split-second movement, seeing the glint of goading in the RK800's dark eyes.

"How about this. I'll tell you exactly where Connor is at, Lieutenant. It's gonna cost you though. Which one of these co-workers would you sacrifice to get your beloved partner back?"

Hank fell silent, balling a fist, his breath catching. They had to get out of this situation. The fake Connor heaved a sigh, looking bored.

"No response? Shocker."

"Please," Hank rasped, his mind spinning, trying to come up with an escape. "If you won't tell me where he is, then take me to him. I'll be a fucking captive if I have to, but I need to see him again. You leave them out of this, they're innocent."

The rogue RK800 rolled his eyes, repulsed. "Oh, for fuck's sakes. Are you trying to make me shoot you?"

The fake Connor aimed one gun at Hank once more. "The answer to all your questions is on that bloody piece of paper in my jacket. Want to try for it? Look, I'll even toss away one of the guns."

The rogue did so arrogantly, the remaining gun in his right hand, still aimed at Hank. He patted the jacket tauntingly, that cold smile lingering. Hank remained still, their eyes locked as the fake Connor awaited his move.

The back door to the diner opened, voices spilling out. Chris shot forward just as the fake Connor flicked his eyes at the noise, but soon pulled the trigger. Chris hit Hank, knocking them behind the parked sedan as Gavin dove behind the dumpster. A few cops got shot on their way out the door, falling to the ground.

"Chris, are you fucking insane?!" Hank yelled, but then noticed the blood.

Chris winced, holding his ribs, a bullet hole in his side. "I got ya, Lieutenant."

"Holy shit! Hold on, Chris!" Hank yelled. He saw backup running out of the diner. "Call 911, hurry! We have officers down!"

He saw Gavin scooping up his gun and running after the rogue Connor. Hank rose up, hollering at the younger detective's back. "Gavin, no!"

Gavin pumped his legs harder, chasing after Connor, or whoever the fuck he was. The android dipped to the right down another alleyway. Gavin followed a few meters behind.

He tried not to think about it, knowing it would just cloud his judgement. Hank seemed adamant it wasn't his Connor, but how many could there be?

But Gavin knew it wasn't him. The Connor he worked with and had to put up with was not an asshole, was not conceited or wicked.

If Chris died because of him, Gavin would make sure he dealt his own justice, regulations and laws be damned.

As he rounded the next turn, coming into another alleyway, the blow hit his face, knocking him onto his back. It stunned him, then he felt the kick to his gut.

"All you fucking humans are stupid. I knew you would be the one to chase after me. Well come on, hotshot! Show me what you got!" the fake Connor laughed.

He reached for his gun, having dropped it when he hit the ground. A boot kicked it away, then launched into his face, making him fall back. Gavin felt blood ooze from his nose, slowly getting to his feet with a glare towards the smug RK800. He used his sleeve to wipe the blood.

"You're not Connor."

The rogue's eyebrows raised. "Why do you care? You don't even like Connor."

"I like him better than you."

The fake Connor snorted. "Whatever. Make your move, hotshot, before I get bored and kill you."

Gavin clenched his jaw, readying himself. He lunged forward, slamming into the RK800. Each punch or kick he would throw would get blocked or evaded. The fake Connor's blows were sharp and precise, knocking the air from Gavin and making him stumble.

"I'm faster than you and I don't feel pain. Who's the superior one now?"

"Shut the fuck up, you piece of plastic."

Gavin blocked a strike to his gut, yelling out in anger and tackling the android to the ground. They wrestled on the pavement, Gavin dealing weak hits before the rogue kicked him off. He stood up, fixing his jacket before walking over to Gavin as he tried to get to his feet again. Another sharp kick to the side, and Gavin was sure he felt a rib crack. He yelled out.

The fake Connor put a boot to his head, snuffing his face into the ground with a snicker. "What's wrong, hotshot? Can't take the pain?"

Huffing, Gavin hit his leg away and got to his knees, breathing heavily. He glared up at the rogue, hating that twisted sneer. He saw the glint, felt the hitch in his breath as he realized he held death in his hand. The rogue tapped the gun at his side. Then it slowly raised up level with Gavin's head. Gavin stared down the barrel, swallowing.

"You think what your friend did was heroic? What's that saying you humans express? Nice guys finish last? It's so true! You would know that, right? But you know who else finishes last? Ignorant, pompous detectives who can't let go of the past and think they're better than everyone else. Sound familiar?"

"Gavin! Gavin, where are you!"

It was Hank. Gavin glared up at the RK800, ignoring the gun in his face. The rogue barely shook his head, as if amused by the interruption.

He flicked Gavin in the forehead with two fingers. "Next time…stay out of my way. Or you won't get off so easy…"

He knew exactly where he got those words, triggering his memory from when he said the same words to Connor in the break room when they first met.

The fake Connor saluted him tauntingly with a wink and took off, disappearing around a corner. The tension left Gavin's body, a shaky breath leaving his throat. The pain came then, he felt it in ever fiber of his body as he uneasily got to his feet.

"Gavin! Thank god! What the fuck happened?!" Hank yelled after running up. He looked Gavin over, panicked. He looked around them, searching for the fake Connor.

"He's gone," Gavin said, then coughed, feeling blood come up. He wiped his mouth. "Fucker ran off after we fought."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You could've been killed! That wasn't Connor!"

"I know it wasn't Connor, dipshit!"

Hank calmed down a bit, hands going to his hips. He was apprehensive, but still relieved. He uneasily gestured to Gavin. "I-I'm glad you're alright. Chris is going to the hospital. Think the bullet passed straight through, he should be alright."

Gavin barely nodded, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumbled piece of paper. "Got something for you."

Hank's eyes widened and he snatched the bloody piece of paper from his hands. "You fucking scoundrel! I knew you were good for something! T-Thank you."

Gavin held his side as they started walking back for the diner. "Just do me a favor, and get the nice Connor back. I fucking hate that other one."

Hank nodded, releasing a shallow breath as he stared at the document. "Yeah, me too…"

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13002717/12/Deviant-Heart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15393528/chapters/37767692