#AND I HAVE 27 LECTURES TO CATCH UP ON

[merverelli]

chase brody skates jacksepticeye told me himself

#jacksepticeye #septicart #chase brody #jacksepticart #jacksepticegos #just like art #oh my GOD ive had a rough semester #i had THREE WHOLE ASSIGNMENTS DUE ON FRIDAY #TWO OF THEM WERE REPORTS. THE LAST ONE WAS A VIDEO LEARNING RESOURCE. #it all got done but at what COST #AND I HAVE 27 LECTURES TO CATCH UP ON #IM 27 LECTURES IN THE HOLE #*moe szyslak voice* THEYRE GONNA TAKE MY THUMBS #it should be fine i have like a week to catch up but holy fuck #nightmare month #but all of my exams are online and open book so i cant complain too much u know #also for halloween i dressed up like marge simpson and the costume was all handmade #so thats why im so behind BUT i was the best dressed (not to toot my own horn i was complimented alot and told this) #(but also im tooting my own horn it fucking ruled im so proud of my baby) #so it was absolutely worth it #it was in a private function room at a pub and we had to walk though all of the tables/dining area/bar area to get there #and everyone was looking at me lmfao #i lived my model on the runway moment right there and then #people where laughing in their cars at me too LMAOOO it was a good night #anyway its late! good night! maybe more art soon idk man! #ily goodnight!

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

YOI meta: How episode 7 lays bare Viktor's strong compassion and his struggles with putting himself in someone else's shoes

Of all the events in episode 7, the kiss and the fight in the underground parking get most of the attention, but how often do we discuss the deep care Viktor exhibits for Yuuri in this episode and the difficulties he faces in the process?

Having learned the general aspects of supporting an athlete in competition in episode 5 (I discussed this at length here), Viktor now pays more attention to Yuuri's mood and actively supports him. However, there's a striking discrepancy between his compassion and his clumsy attempts to help Yuuri. Viktor has no prior experience with coaching, and he's not familiar with anxiety either, wherefore some difficulties are to be expected. However, his trial-and-error-informed handling of the situation implies general struggles with putting himself in someone else's shoes.

Let's go through this from the start:

Seeing Yuuri nervous and overtired the morning before the free skating worries Viktor. However, he neither understands Yuuri's feelings nor does he have a clue about what Yuuri is thinking. He thus resorts to his own experience to solve the problem: taking a nap. Note that, whereas this enables Yuuri to catch up on some sleep, it doesn't solve the underlying cause of his anxiety.

However, Viktor underestimates Yuuri's anxiety which renders his effort ineffective. At the warm-up, Yuuri is less than one hour away from his free skating, and his anxiety is getting worse. This forces Viktor to take more drastic action, for which he relies on past observations of Yuuri.

As a coach, Viktor has to weigh the risk of a panicky Yuuri messing up against a calmer but less prepared Yuuri messing up. Yuuri has reached a point where forbidding him to jump during the warm-up is worth a try despite the risk of sending him into the free skating poorly prepared. It's a very savage solution, though. Not that Viktor canonically is savage at times, but in a sport that heavily relies on muscle memory, this instruction borders recklessness. I wonder what Yakov would say to this.

Using observations, past experiences, and logic to empathise with and support someone is a common workaround for people with poor cognitive empathy. Viktor does this a lot, especially in this episode. His low cognitive empathy is also the reason for his canonical bluntness.

In my experience, this workaround leads to mixed results as observation and reason can only compensate for so much. The good news is that it becomes more effective with experience, even more so when one is aware of their issues with perspective-taking. Viktor is only 27 and he's smart and committed; he can totally improve this skill in the future.

Please note that struggling with cognitive empathy doesn't make someone a bad person. There are several empathy types which work together but manifest differently in people depending on personality/neurotype. The emotional empathy, which enables a person to share someone's emotional experience, is not affected by this. In Viktor's case, it works pretty normal as I will detail in the following.

Viktor has learned that a lecture is inappropriate when Yuuri disobeys his instructions (and it doesn't stop Yuuri from disobeying again). As Yuuri is visibly distraught, he thus tries to comfort Yuuri using another method common for poor cognitive empathy: He uses facts and makes it sound as if it's not a big deal. Spoiler: for someone with anxiety, it is.

While facts work great as a great reality check and are more effective than flowers of speech, Yuuri is already too far gone to feel comforted. Facts and logic only work in the early stages of an anxiety episode. From Yuuri's perspective, Viktor's cheerful tone suggests he doesn't take the situation seriously, even though quite the contrary is true. As a result, Yuuri sees his feelings dismissed and withdraws into himself as he spirals into a panic attack.

This image speaks volumes of the isolation Yuuri experiences in his anxiety as well as Viktor's compassion and lack of understanding as he turns away from the camera. This boy is deeply worried but has no fucking clue how to handle the situation as it's uncharted territory. As the free skating progresses, Viktor is under increasing pressure to get Yuuri into a headspace that allows him to skate clean. Again, he relies on logic to solve the situation. However, while removing Yuuri from the anxiety-inducing situation is helpful, it doesn't eliminate the source of his distress.

In Yuri!!!, characterisation is often narrated through minor characters. While Chris's lines express bitterness about losing Viktor as a rival, they also reveal Viktor's change from being 100% devoted to the ice to 100% devoted to Yuuri. And you can see how much he cares for Yuuri on his face.

However, Viktor's efforts continue to be ineffective, which at this point is no longer surprising. So, in the following, we see more clumsy attempts at calming Yuuri in the following:

This entire episode is a textbook example of Viktor gloriously failing at taking Yuuri's perspective. As the situation escalates and Viktor fails to reach Yuuri, he finally starts to analyse Yuuri's distress.

While Yuuri's anxiety dominates the plot, the depth of Viktor's care and compassion is told through small details like expressions and gestures like the tenderness with which he holds Yuuri's face as he covers his ears. Even more so than the scene in the mixed zone, this frame perfectly captures the discrepancy between Viktor's emotional and cognitive empathy.

With Yuuri's free skating approaching rapidly, the pressure to solve the situation is on Viktor, and the inevitable happens: he messes up completely.

I cannot stress enough how much Viktor sucks at perspective-taking. It's already hard for most people to understand anxiety disorder if they haven't experienced it themselves. But Viktor having such a hard time with perspective-taking is a general issue, and it runs like a thread through the entire series. One cannot overcome this by just trying hard enough as it's cause by a differently wired brain.

And so, here in the underground car park, Viktor's inability to put himself into Yuuri's shoes reaches a dramatic climax as he threatens Yuuri with resigning as his coach as a last resort.

While cutting into someone's panic attack by directing their anxiety at something else appears to be an effective emergency exit, it's one of the worst things you can do to a person with anxiety disorder as it creates a new demon in their head. Don't. Do. This. Ever. Yuuri might go into the free skating relieved, but he will agonise over Viktor returning to his home country throughout the next two episodes. As I said above, anxiety defies reason. (I'll write more about how Yuuri's anxiety works in another meta-post.)

Right here, it drives them even further apart, as represented by their physical distance.

Viktor could not be any farther away from understanding Yuuri. He has not a fucking clue what he's doing. He's just trying out what comes to his mind, and it backfires.

Ahh, I love him to pieces but I want to slap some sense into him! I solemnly swear that from now on, every time I agonise over my poor social skills, I will think of how Viktor fucked up in the underground parking and Yuuri forgave him.

Ironically, Viktor's trial & error approach finally succeeds. As Yuuri starts to cry, the underlying cause of his fear is finally unveiled.

Asking Yuuri right away would have avoided this escalation, but that's not how Viktor's brain operates. At least he is aware of his issues to somewhat extent.

To calm Yuuri, he comes up with something I guess is another default that worked in the past:

Nope. This is not how you introduce the subject to your boyfriend, Viktor! Not when he's upset. You could have just given him a hug, but the idea doesn't even cross your mind even though you seem to be a hugger by nature.

On the other hand, Yuuri didn't communicate his needs unprompted, but communication is key. You cannot expect a person with poor cognitive empathy to magically anticipate your needs and read your mind. It just doesn't work that way.

Unfortunately, the Stammi Vicino reference is lost in the Crunchyroll subs, but that's what Yuuri says to make Viktor understand.

Note how close they are again, while people in the corridor are blurred. The creators did an amazing job at letting images speak for the characters.

I doubt asking Yakov would have helped. Not only because Yakov would have used the situation to dismiss Viktor once more as a coach but because Yakov's method is unsuitable for a student suffering from anxiety. However, as Yakov is one of Viktor's to-go-to defaults, he naturally considers the option.

Imagine this scene but with Yuuri. Just nope.

Now back to the aftermath of Viktor messing up and saving Yuuri from going into his free skating with a panic attack by accident rather than design. While Yuuri is relieved of his anxiety, the situation is still awkward as he and Viktor had no time to make up or process the fight.

This small gesture of reassurance is so important as it gives them both closure that enables them to enjoy the free skating. I regard the tissue as a token of peace (I mean it even contains his DNA).

Ultimately, Viktor's trial & error approach to calming Yuuri succeeds. Yuuri, albeit rightfully annoyed, understands the intention and recognises Viktor's affection and compassion in his clumsy attempts to support him, which culminates in him reciprocating his affection by jumping Viktor's signature move.

Does low cognitive empathy make Viktor a bad coach? Certainly not. Viktor is very passionate about the task and his high emotional empathy and his natural drive to support Yuuri with all his heart speak for themselves. Like everyone, he needs to grow into his role and make it work for him. In Yuuri, he has someone who calls him out on his bullshit gives him immediate feedback he can use to improve.

Episode 7 is a major learning experience for Viktor in understanding Yuuri and supporting him in a distressing situation. And as Yuuri can see beyond Viktor's flaws, it brings them closer together.

A side note on harmful mischaracterisation

High/normal emotional but low cognitive empathy is a trait of autism albeit not necessarily limited to it, which is one of the reasons many autistic fans of Yuri!!! including me identify with Viktor. (I have a theory that the creators accidentally gave him a bunch of autistic traits when they applied the socially awkward genius trope, which generates autistic-coded characters per default. I discussed these traits and why autism is a valid interpretation in response to another post that brought up the subject.)

Whether or not Viktor is autistic, his struggles with perspective-taking are so obvious I consider them canon. I suspect this spurred fan theories from Viktor having ulterior motives for becoming Yuuri's coach to labelling him as downright evil. It explains takes like "Viktor became Yuuri's coach because he was bored and doesn't care about coaching at all until some arbitrary point mid-season where he suddenly falls in love with Yuuri". While I believe that everyone is entitled to their own headcanon and can change characters for their fics in whatever way they like, labelling his behaviour as uncaring, ill-intent or assuming a hidden agenda and calling it canon or at least a valid interpretation not only mischaracterises Viktor but hurts and demonises autistics and other people dealing with this issue. So please for the love of god and the YOI creators keep that in mind!

If you enjoy my meta posts, please consider giving my blog a follow or checking out my works on AO3(link in bio). You will find the results of my meta musings in there!

#yuri on ice #yoi meta #my yoi meta #yuri on ice meta #viktor nikirofov #katsuki yuuri #figure skating #anime #cognitive empathy #emotional empathy #character analysis #psychology #autism #sorry for bringing autistic activism into this but as an autistic this kind of mischaracterisation makes me furious #I worked on this post for more than a week I hope it's not gibberish

[blysse-and-blunder]

in lieu of a commonplace book

saturday, jan 27, 2024

*brennan lee mulligan voice* heeeeeeeelllllllllllllloooooooOOOOOOOOO one and all and welcome back for another thrilling episode of...whatever this is. thank you for being here.

It's 2024! Say hi, intrepid heroes!

reading recently finished:

-orwell's roses by rebecca solnit (audio) - glad I listened, ultimately very gratifying - history, criticism, extremely lush garden-filled prose and love for growing things - nona the ninth by tamsyn muir - felt so much about [redacted] it made me cry. i can unblock ALL THE TAGS NOW - the blue sword by robin mckinley (audio) - catching up on old school fantasy continues -when the angels left the old country by sacha lamb (audio) - beautiful. not not in conversation with good omens but doing something different.

recently begun: -the ministry of the future by kim stanley robinson - can't decide if it's a scifi novel or a policy brief about ways to combat climate change- reading on my mom's recommendation -babel: an arcane history by r.f.kuang - withholding judgment, but i know you probably want me to hate it and so far i don't, really! to my own surprise -the shadow of the wind by carlos ruiz zafrón (audio) - spooky, post-modern but incredibly good at sounding like it is of the time it depicts. many thoughts on the audio book narrator's accent work, most favorable -one corpse too many by ellis peters. wild that i have only just begun reading the cadfael mysteries

listening last week was about discovering and putting on continuous loop the group trousdale on the recommendation of @m2pixie (!) and other trusted friends; the energy, the harmonies! they fill a girl group void i didn't realize i had, it feels like the best kind of throwback, like old chicks or something, some desperately needed bops. exhibit a: bad blood.

today my daylist introduced me to joy oladokun and i'm so glad it did. love her vibe, love this cover art. had to take a picture of my desk, the visuals were so satisfying.

watching the newest series of netflix's lupin!! so far i'm really, really enjoying where this season has been spending most of its time-- the new characters, the new heists, the new stakes. especially fun to watch with friends where we can all shout about the mrs doubtfire of it all, the betrayals, the misdirection, the 'he can't keep getting away with this!.' the original lupin series will always bring back memories of watching it in early lockdown; i'm glad that there's this now to think about and remember instead.

playing hollow knight hollow knight hollow kniiiiiiight. bought it a few months ago when it was on sale, after hanging out and watching @dimir-charmer stream for us a bit, but playing it yourself is a different game. i'm having a blast. it's becoming a problem. i'm having to be so so good and mature in how much i let myself just get suckered in to a full day spent in my little buggy maze adventures. the temptation to keep going until i've made a meaningful advancement of some kind (today: got the longer nail! last time: beat hornet! saved zote the mighty, got the baldur shell charm, and beat the gruz mother!) is very, very real. have also gotten around this by listening to lots of lo-fi hollow knight beats to relax and study to while being 'productive.'

(found this screenshot online, and holy extra health batman)

making pancakes. lots and lots of weekend pancakes. sent a bunch of mail since new year's, and have some new arts and crafts (charcoal pencils!! those little paper cone blender guys! better paper) to fuck around with next time i want to get ~artistic. watch this space.

working on teaching is so all-consuming. it's great, i love it. the course (maps class! if you see that tag, this is that) is going well, i think! first three lectures down. the students i've gotten to know i really like, the material has yet to get old (see one - do one - teach one is so real. i understand this class now, finally, in a way i don't think i did just being the TA, even after three times). it takes so much longer to just copy-paste-change color and font on slides than it should! i've regularly been getting four-five hours of sleep on monday nights before teaching on tuesdays, but it has meant that i don't have the brain space to be self-conscious while i'm 'on', i just. go. having fun selecting teaching 'fits, having (less) fun handling all the students who joined in the second or third week and need help with catching up, but it's not their fault there was a waiting list and lots of turnover.

(petrus roselli - portolan chart of the mediterranean, 1466)

non-teaching: - student letter of recommendation for dental school (DONE) - conference panel proposal (due 1/31) -submit revised conference paper for that prize (due 1/30) -send draft of grant application to A for her to be able to write a letter of recommendation (due IMMEDIATELY WHY ARE YOU ON TUMBLR) (you have until 2/15 to fix it but she needs the draft!) -chapter 3 edits (lmao) -read for that other course you're meant to be the TA for (oops) - give i. feedback on her thing (tonight) -RAship hours (c'mon these are actually paid work, please do them)

#in lieu of a commonplace book #phone didn’t autocomplete that tag which just proves it’s been a MINUTE #ilcb #weekly roundup #Spotify

[ohforficsakelibrary]

The Margay: Chapter 4

His Other Nickname

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Summary: Santiago recruits Frankie to contract for a covert agency that pairs them with danger in more ways than one. A series of one-shot snippets taking place during and around missions.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Sniper!OFC

Word Count: 3.1K

Rating: Explicit 18+ /oral (f receiving because Frankie), unprotected piv, these two both have a bit of a come fetish / Minors DNI

A/N: Finally made some progress on this! My take on callsigns and nicknames and new lovers before they part.

“Okay, okay, where does “Catfish” come from? Is that a ‘slippery when wet’ situation?” Audrey smiles.

They’re each three rounds deep, Santiago having made the call three hours before the 24-hour clock ran on Davis’ offer. 

They're in this. The three of them. Together. 

Whatever this is. 

But that’s tomorrow’s problem while mirth flows as freely as the drinks do tonight.

“Ah,” Santi takes a sip from his beer, “his patchy-ass beard.”

Audrey leans back and considers Frankie for a moment before her face breaks.

“I see it.”

“Right?! Great ‘stache. Shit beard,” Santi reaches across the table to scratch at Frankie’s face “you got like three whiskers hangin’ on there, man.”

“Yeah alright alright,” Fish bats him away, “yours is worse.” Frankie leans in to Audrey, wrapping an arm around the back of her chair. “This guy used to go on these long fucking lectures when we first joined up about how ‘the sins of the flesh cloud the mind’ and ‘I’d never sleep with anyone on a mission, have to stay focused on the task at hand.’”

Audrey angles her eyes over to Santi, who has his hand over the bottom half of his face in an attempt to cover up the neat shade of red staining his cheeks.

“Turns out he was a virgin until like 27.”

“Hey, it was 26, man. I was just really focused…”

“On your career?” Audrey and Frankie both quip before erupting in laughter.

Frankie wipes the back of his hand over his eyes, scrubbing away tears of mirth, “the Pope doesn’t fuck, so. That’s where ‘Pope’ came from.” 

“Fuuuuck you, Fish. Alright little lady, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your callsign?” 

“Is the cat thing not good enough?”

“Yeahhh we can’t exactly call you that. But come on, we’re in this shit together, what is it?”

“I don’t have one, Santi.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m really not.”

“What do you mean you don’t have one. You didn’t have callsigns at that fancy fuckin’ school of yours?”

“Nope.”

“Well, we’ll have to figure one out for you.”

“Feels like it should be more organic than that, no?”

“I thought it was this guy,” Frankie’s fingers leave the back of her chair to brush her left shoulder blade over her t-shirt.

Pope is once again irritated that there are parts of her he hasn’t seen. Because of his own idiocy.

“No, they’re just my favorite animal.”

“What is?”

“I think we should still use it,” Frankie continues, purposely leaving Pope in the dark.

Audrey catches on quick. “Just because I have a tattoo of one? Not really a great story. It’s not like you have a tattoo of a catfish.”

“A tattoo of what,” Santi is relentless.

“Actually,” Frankie ignores him and leans back hiking down the waistband of his jeans.

Sure enough, the green-tinged blur of a stick-and-poke catfish sits on his left hip bone. It’s faded and it’s terrible. But it is a catfish nonetheless.

“What, you didn’t notice that when you two were fucking?” There’s salt in Santiago’s tone.

The truth, quite frankly, is that she didn’t. You don’t, in the dark, when you’re that turned on and a man’s that well hung. 

She has an eye for details, but she’s only human.

Frankie smirks and decides to twist the knife.

“Think about how I would have seen the back of her shoulder, but she wouldn’t have seen my hip, Pope. Just think for a second.”

They can see the exact moment the image hits him. 

“You know what, fuck you both.”

“It’s a moose, Santi. I have a tattoo of a moose.”

“I’ve never seen a moose.”

“You never will,” Fish quips and Pope lands a kick to his shin. 

“Fuck you,” Pope spits, quickly adding, “did he tell you about his other nickname?”

“NO,” Frankie points a finger at Pope.

“Oh well now I have to know,” she straightens in her chair.

“You better fuckin’ not, Pope.”

“One of you needs to tell me right now.” 

“You wanna tell her, Big Dick Morales, or should I?”

Santi expects Audrey’s eyes to fly wide, mouth to drop open.

Instead, she smirks into her glass.

“I did notice that when we were fucking.”

Frankie flushes red now.

“But how, pray tell, did that start?” She rests an elbow on the table and props her head in her hand, angled in towards Frankie.

“Oh please don’t,” Fish pleads.

“Well, first it started as a joke, because dude can’t put on a pair of pants without making the rest of us look bad.”

Frankie catches how her eyes flit down to his lap and back up to hold his stare.

The look on his face is – apologetic.

“But back in the day, girls used to fall all over Frankie. He’s got those sad fuckin’ doe eyes, you know?” Pope gestures loosely at his own face. “Women just have to fix him.”

Audrey holds Fish’s gaze and brushes her fingers over her lips in an attempt to clear away a smile blooming there because she fell for them too.

“But like fifteen years ago he ran through this string of girls who just wouldn’t do it.”

She raises one brow.

“Like seven of them. In a row. Over the span of like a year and a half. They all balked. Never got more than a blowjob. All of them said he was too big.”

“Oh you poor thing…” Audrey teases, running a hand over Frankie’s thigh.

“I hate you both.”

“You don’t hate her, she’s your glass fuckin’ slipper,” Pope leans over the table and nods at Audrey, “you take the whole thing?”

“POPE, shut the fu…”

“I never leave a job unfinished, Santiago,” she says with an arched brow.

“Oh my god,” Fish scrubs his face with his hands. “I can’t be here right now.”

Audrey rests her hand on his thigh.

I can take it, Francisco.

“Debatable. You left me unfinished.”

“I never even started with you.”

“That’s fair,” Santi drains the last of his beer, “You’re off on a technicality. Why’s ‘Bogotá’ your safe word?” He launches right into the thing that's been tugging at the back of his brain since she said it.

“Pope, you can’t just ask…”

“I nearly died in Bogotá. Six years ago. Why are you so interested in Bogotá?”

“Don’t…”

It leaves Frankie’s mouth in a way that draws Santi’s stare.

A challenge passing unspoken between them.

Fish loses. Spectacularly.

"Well—" Santiago pauses, “Frankie got his dick sucked in Bogotá,” eyes still locked on Catfish with the memory playing out behind his retinas. “While I fucked her from behind.” 

It’s not bragging. It’s what happened. 

Nothing more. Nothing less.

But suddenly it’s tense here, crackling through the humidity. 

Because they’re desperate for her not to think less of them.

This isn’t what they do.

She was never supposed to know. 

They were never supposed to see her again.

“Well. I guess,” Audrey starts and they both look to her, hanging off of whatever is about to fall from her lips.

They forget that she was party to this too.

“She just couldn’t handle Big Dick Morales.”

It starts slowly.

Small huffs behind where the heel of Frankie’s palm covers his mouth.

Mirth creeping into the furrows at the corners of Santiago’s eyes.

Laughter.

Frankie erupts, face all teeth and cheeks and Santiago howls and claps his hands.

“I’m just saying,” she continues deadpan as Frankie smashes his face into her shoulder, “he’s not for everyone.”

“It takes a special kind of woman,” Santiago adds as he wipes tears from his eyes. “Oh man. You’re a lucky fuckin’ bastard, you know that?” He points at Fish, who’s rubbing Audrey’s thigh.

“I’m the lucky one. Doe eyes and a big dick, my god,” she presses an exaggerated hand to her chest.

Oh, Frankie’s fucked.

“Alright, I got the next round,” Pope stands and stretches out the stitch in his stomach knitted from laughter.

Frankie sneaks a kiss to her cheek when he’s gone, and she catches his face before he can pull away, looking up at him through sincere eyes.

“I’m not gonna fix you, Frankie.”

“I know,” he whispers. But he looks at her with starlight in his eyes just the same.

And in the absence of salvation, her tongue will suffice.

Questions up their stakes as the alcohol flows.

“How old’s your kid?”

“She’s four and a half.” And Francisco’s grin of pride very nearly melts her. 

“You married?” This from Santiago.

“No," Audrey shakes her head. "Came close once, but no.”

“What happened?” Santi asks and Frankie lands a kick at his shin now. 

“It never would have worked," she shoots her gin and fires back “what about you, pretty boy?” Before Santi can follow up.

“I’m too pretty for marriage.” Santiago winks at her and she snorts. 

They swap war stories.

They tell her about a mission to take out a dictator.

She tells them she was on standby all night for that operation and is fascinated by their first-hand account.

Audrey tells them about springing a friend from a North Korean prison and leaves out the detail that he was her lover.

Santiago makes Frankie tell her about the time he flew a MedEvac chopper into live fire and out without a scratch on the bird. And the guy lived.

They don’t talk about the bags of money at the bottom of a crevasse in the Andes because she doesn’t know that detail but she knows more than anyone who wasn’t there.

Eventually their confessions close the bar down and they come to the crossroads between their respective hotels. 

“So what do we do now?” Pope stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

“We wait,” Audrey lights up a cigarette. “I’ve got something lined up in Peru but I don't need extra hands. So, we just wait.”

“For someone in the world to do something bad., Frankie mumbles, gesturing for her cigarette.

“Yeah,” she answers, touch lingering in the exchange.

“Yeah,” Santi echoes, reaching for the cigarette from between Frankie’s fingers as if smoke seals the bond. “So this is ‘bye’ for now?”

“For now,” she takes her cigarette back. 

“You should,” Santi catches Frankie’s gaze and nods towards Audrey.

“You cool with that?” Fish asks them both. 

“Yeah,” Santi starts backing towards their hotel with a grin before he turns around and throws a wave over his shoulder. 

“Are you okay with that?”

And she grabs the nape of Frankie’s neck and pulls his mouth to hers. 

_____

She’s not salvation, but it sure feels divine when he has her on his lap in her hotel room twenty minutes later.

“God, Frankie,” she breathes as she rolls her hips against him. Huge palms skate down her ribs to cup her ass and he pulls, rocking his pelvis up to connect with her core. 

Her head thumps hard against his. 

The heat from his bare chest warms her skin before the overhead fan sends a chill back down her spine.

“Take this off, Frankie,” she paws at the waistband of his jeans, un-notching his belt with a clink. 

“Not yet,” he growls and stands unexpectedly, taking her with him. Audrey locks her thighs around his waist and her arms around his neck as strong hands press her close. Frankie deposits her back-first onto the bed and slips her out of her shorts and underwear, losing them again somewhere on the floor.

He slings her thighs over his shoulders and holds her hips with his palms. 

“You do this for all the girls, Big Dick Morales?”

“No.” 

It’s growled through low registers of his voice as one thumb brushes her clit. 

“For me.”

In five minutes Frankie has her gasping and trembling with terrifyingly precise efficiency.

When he’s through he flips her over by the hip, shucking off his pants and kicking them away. He slips two fingers through sensitive flesh, borrowing the slick he pulled from her core to ease the slide as he pumps his length with a fist, running his other hand over her ass.

Frankie stops one second short of lining himself up. 

“Ah, fuck.” The condom in his wallet is once again lost in a tangle of denim that’s lost somewhere on the floor. 

“It’s fine, Frankie,” she breathes, unconsciously arching with impatience.

Presenting herself to him like a thing in heat.

He folds to press his chest to her back, engulfing her in the span of his broad frame, nose tucking into the space behind her ear.

“You on the pill, baby?”

And Audrey has never heard a man make that sentence sound quite so filthy.

“Took care of it years ago,” she pants, turning her face to breathe in the want that Frankie exhales. “I can’t, don’t worry.”

He sucks on her lips and murmurs, “I’m clean.”

And she already knows because Davis runs blood panels and doesn’t send anyone out if they’re not but she deeply appreciates the thought all the same.

“So am I.”

And Frankie scoops his hips to nudge the head of his cock against her heat, rocking there. 

Teasing with just the tip.

Slowly fucking her open.

“Oh Frankie,” she sighs, head falling back against his shoulder, hand cupping his face as he mouths at her throat.

“That feel good?”

“More, baby,” she breathes.

And he chuckles something dark into the curve of her shoulder. 

“Frankie,” her face falls into the sheets.

“Say it,” he growls, palms running over her arms before his fingers lace with hers and drag her arms to their full span up across the duvet. “You want more, say it,” he licks at her shoulder before sinking teeth in.

“Give it to me, Frankie.”

“Give you what?” Whispered into her hairline.

Audrey turns her face in to meet his gaze as best she can. 

“Your cock, Francisco.”

And she’s deathly serious.

As though if he refuses she’d rip his throat out.

With her teeth.

“Yeah? You gonna take the whole thing, baby?”

She growls. “Francisco Mora-LES.”

Frankie slides home on the last syllable because Audrey is deathly serious and will rip his throat out if he makes her wait any longer.

He’s mercifully sheathed full, buried bare inside of her.

“Francisco,” she breathes.

“Audrey,” he echoes and still-tight muscles flutter and adjust to his girth.

She can’t move with the way he has her pinned and she’s raring with impatience. Audrey claws at the bed with his fingers still between hers before clenching hard around his cock.

It makes him buck against her.

“Oh shit.” Frankie buries his nose between her shoulder blades and she grins.

Teeth sink into the back of her neck before he rights himself, fingers digging into the meat of her hips now. He presses deep and she mewls.

Frankie drags his cock out slowly and snaps his hips back against her, speeding up a little more each time until his pace punches the air from between her ribs.

Pounding against the tender parts of her that have her moaning from deep in her throat. 

His thrusts drive her up onto tip toes.

“Frankie, Frankie, Fr– OH.”

He lands the flat of a palm over her ass and before she can moan he has half of her hair in a fist. Frankie pulls and she bends and he meets her mouth, coaxing moans from her with his tongue. One hand leaves her hip to slide under her, rubbing at her clit, tight circles eased by where she’s dripping around him. 

He feels her walls tighten and whispers a “go on baby” against her mouth and she does, spine arched and he holds the curve, pumping through where she grips and throbs and suddenly he’s unable to hold himself any longer. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” Frankie pants as breath starts to hiss through gritted teeth.

“Inside,” she keens before he lets loose her hair and her face drops, biting at the sheets as the staccato of skin on skin builds.

“You sure?”

“Come inside me, Francisco.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, oh–FUCK,” and he does, pace faltering, growling and biting at whatever skin he can reach as his cock pulses inside her heat, flooding her full as his hips stutter through.

When Frankie’s spent he pulls out from her gripping heat with a cry and collapses on the floor as she shakes wild hair out of her face, ribs heaving.

He can’t stop the primal need that swells in his chest and causes two fingers to reach out, catching the thick slip of him from her core before she sinks to her knees. 

Immediately he’s behind her, once again pressing the span of his chest against her sweat-slick skin. 

“Baby,” he implores, one broad palm coming around to cradle her jaw and Audrey cranes her neck to slip her tongue into his mouth.

“Baby,” he pants again, tucking his chin into the curve of her shoulder, bringing two cream-tipped fingers to her mouth. He splits them, a lewd string of their combined release tying his index and middle fingers together. 

“Taste us.”

And she does, plush lips wrapping around his thick middle finger, tongue laving over his fingerprints before he cleans his own index finger, the scruff of his jaw scraping her cheek as the salt and tang and musk of them coat both of their tongues. 

She’s convinced Francisco Morales is the filthiest man alive. 

Audrey slants heavy-lidded eyes towards him as best she can before his teeth find her jawbone, her throat, the back of her neck. 

“You’re amazing,” he pants against her hairline. 

“You’re beautiful.”

And it tumbles from her mouth like confessing sin to a god that can keep him here, crushed against her.

And she supposes maybe it works because he stays. 

He stays to suck bruises into the curve of her shoulder. 

To dip inside her mouth with his tongue.

Frankie stays to help her onto legs like a newborn deer as she leaves for the bathroom to clean herself of his spend that spreads milk-white at the apex of her thighs. 

He stays in the doorway and she catches his eyes in the mirror. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” He asks. 

And the answer is wrap me in your arms with a leg between my thighs and don’t leave until the sun heats us to where we can’t stand it any longer. 

Francisco leaves her in the doorway with the taste of his tongue in her mouth and the fading warmth of a hand on her hip.

He has a flight to catch.

And she has a man in Peru to kill. 

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[the---hermit]

27|04|2023

This second half of my protohistory class it taking all the joy and motivation out of my life. I feel like it's a waste of time, it's boring and I just wish I could self study what I am missing instead of wasting so much time commuting to class for these three hour lectures that inevitably ruin my mood. I have been trying to be postive and all, my exam of the first half of the program went perfectly, but I just cannot find a positive way to see this at the moment. I just can't.

Productivity:

3 hour protohistory lecture (today there also was an historical linguistics professor, it did not help with how unenjoyable these lectures are becoming)

catched up with the books unbound podcast

listened to a bit of the Daisy Darker audiobook

practiced Irish on duolingo

Self care:

read first thing in the morning

spent the rest of the afternoon resting because I have very little energies

Gratitude:

my dad picked me up at the bus station so I got home a little bit earlier than expected

a girl in class was really nice to me

📖: Daughter Of The Forest by Juliet Marillier, Daisy Darker by Alice Feeney

#studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #studying #currently studying #currently reading #student life #bookblr #book #productivity #productive day #self care #journaling #knife gang #mine #the---hermit

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 5

Next Chapters: Part 6, Part 7

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4

Author's Note: Well, I finally added Kate. I don't know how most people interpret her character, so I kind of used my own take on it. I’m thinking she’s probably around 26-27 years old, while Toby is like 20-23? And Tim and Brian are somewhere in between.

I just wanted some evil women to be in this too. And idk if her “advice” makes sense to everybody, but I know a lot of people who are around Kate’s age, and most of them HATE texting. I’ve received lectures similar to what she says so many times in my life lmao.

And this chapter may feel a bit rushed but… let’s just say it’s because I’m very excited to write the plot I set up for the next one. Cross-posted on my Ao3 account.

Warnings: Swearing. Brief descriptions of self-harm (like punching walls? idk if that counts). Sexual themes towards the end. (3,086 words).

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 Toby was furious.

 His thoughts were incoherent, an angry whirlwind of emotions. Nothing went the way he’d planned.

After he left your home, he marched back to the cabin to process what had happened. Of course, that only ended with him trashing the place. He screamed at nothing, threw everything in sight, and punched holes in the walls until finally, his body gave out.

Now he sat on the floor, back up against the wall, panting to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time, he felt tears threatening to form.

 You had rejected him.

 You didn’t feel the same.

 He was sure you had been flirting back with him. Every glance you took in his direction, all the times you made contact with his skin. He genuinely thought he’d picked up on some clever hint to kiss you. To make a move. A grand gesture of romance.

But he was wrong.

He fucked up.

And then he made the mistake of trying to call your “bluff”. Which only made you angrier.

The shock of being yelled at had been too much for him to deal with. And he reacted like he always did in those types of situations. With wrath. How could you possibly trust him after this?

Oh god, and you’d seen his face.

That horrific scar.

His heart tightened at the memory. He could barely breathe.

Fuck.

He needed to talk to you again.

If he just explained himself and apologized, you’d come around, right?  Give him another chance? It was only a misunderstanding. A tiny blip in what would become an intense love affair between the two of you. Something you’d both laugh at later down the road.

Toby shakily got up from the wooden floor, still exhausted from the outburst. Where was his phone? He had to find it immediately.

Frantically, his eyes scanned over every surface that it could be on. Did he throw it at one point? He couldn’t remember.

Tossing aside a few pillows, he finally recognized the black case on the ground.

The screen was cracked. Relief washed over him when the tiny monitor lit up; it still worked.

There was your name in his contact list, along with a couple others, but your conversation was the only one saved. The only person he wanted to form a real emotional bond with.

His fingers started to type on their own. Toby needed to resolve the issue as soon as possible. He couldn’t take it anymore.

‘I’m sorry about tonight’

The first text. It needed to be an apology. He needed to start off by admitting his fault.

‘I have trouble controlling my feelings. And I get scared when I’m rejected. I like you SO much (Y/N). I feel like such an ass, especially for scaring you. I don’t want you to be scared of me. Please please please give me another chance. I’ll make it up to you I swear.’

He waited for your response.

It didn’t come.

No.

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be happening. He had to see you again. You HAD to be in his life in some way.

Toby paced around his home, chewing on his cheek. Blood gushed down his face from the gnawed flesh.

You were just busy right now. Probably talking to your friend.

That must be it.

You wouldn’t just ignore him like this. After all the moments the two of you shared together, he must’ve meant something to you.

 The phone buzzed.

 A reply.

 ‘Thank you for the apology, but there’s no way for me to know if it’s sincere. I feel like you could be using it to guilt me. I just can’t believe what you say Toby, and I think it’s better for both of us if we don’t see each other again. I wish you the best, and hopefully, you can learn from this in the future.’

His heart stopped.

 ….Oh God no.

 “NO! NO! NO!” He punched the wall next to him until his knuckles bled, painting the plaster with red streaks. “YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! You… can’t…”

He started to cry.

Now the floodgates opened, and an ugly sob came from the boy. Curling up on a ratty couch, Toby shoved his face in the cushions to muffle the sounds.

He never did learn how to manage his feelings properly. He knew that there was some kind of mental illness that made it difficult for him. His fucked-up head, he thought bitterly. Controlled by The Operator and controlled by his disorders. There was always something preventing him from having people in his life.

Would he always be this lonely?

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Someone pounded on the front door.

 Toby peeked his head up from the sofa.

Who could that be?

Shit. He hoped it wasn’t Tim. That was the last person he needed to see in this state. But he had to talk to whoever it was in case there was a job.

A grin settled on his face.

Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.

A little sadistic fun never hurt, well at least not him anyways. It could help him relieve some of these thoughts. Take them out on somebody else.

Maybe this would prove to be a good thing.

The door swung open, the visitor being too impatient to wait any longer.

Long matted dark brown hair that was almost black, hazel eyes, camping gear strapped to the back.

It was Kate.

“Toby! You home? Sorry, I let myself in I-” She stopped mid-sentence, noticing the mess surrounding her, dark stare settling on the culprit.

“Holy shit what happened here?” She let out a worried laugh. “It looks like a tornado came through. Are you okay? Did you have another episode?”

The older proxy dropped her bags and walked over, kneeling to get a better look at his condition. Toby was slumped over, sluggishly sitting up, refusing to look directly at her. Ashamed to be seen in such a vulnerable way.

Kate was the nicest person he had in his life. Besides you. After all, she was still a proxy.

The problem was that she was hardly ever around. Unlike him, or even Tim and Brian, Kate never settled down in one place for long. She was nomadic, carrying all her earthly possessions in a backpack. Being the fastest and most agile proxy, it was easy for her to hunt individual trespassers and take them down, so she was almost always on the job.

However, once in a blue moon she would stop in to see him. Kate and Toby had a somewhat strong connection. Not unlike how Tim and Brian were attached to each other, and while Brian could be nice to Toby at times, he mostly did it out of necessity. Kate, on the other hand, was kind to Toby in ways that reminded him of his older sibling. Not that he liked comparing her to Laura… or was it Lyra? Sometimes he had a hard time remembering the name. That’s what his journal was for.

“Do you want to talk about it? I won’t make fun of you. No matter how tempted I am.” She sat down next to him, rubbing his back reassuringly.

Toby took a shaky breath, comforted by the gesture. “I-I… fuh-fuck… give me a suh-second…”

He didn’t know how much to share with her. He didn’t want to put you in any danger, and while Kate may have been nice to him, there’s no telling how she’d react to learning about his obsession with a “human”.  

She was more… fanatical when it came to serving The Operator.

Different proxies had different levels of devotion to the being, as well as their own unique reasons for serving it. Brian was more apathetic, not caring one way or the other, viewing it like any other profession. Something to train for and do well. Tim was more complex, a mixture of apathy, fear, and at times enthusiasm, mainly when in the act of killing.

Most proxies had no memory of their past lives, no ways to connect to whoever they were before. That’s why it was easy for them to refer to anyone who didn’t serve The Operator as only being “humans”. It was a way to completely remove themselves from the species, to look at them as nothing but an inconvenience or a tool to gain favor with the malevolent entity dictating their lives.

But Toby was a special case. He could still remember. He hadn’t been a proxy for as long as the others and could still picture the faces of his mother and sister. He even knew what his shithead father looked like, especially after he hacked him to pieces. These were the reasons he found it hard to go on. Pretending to everyone that he didn’t resent The Operator’s control at times. That he never longed to try to have a normal life. Maybe kill the occasional abusive dad he might come across. But other than that, be an average everyday person.

And here you came along. An answer to his prayers.

But things were complicated now.

 He needed advice.

 “I muh-may have… messed up?”

Kate snorted. “Okay… wanna try being more specific maybe?”

Toby picked at the skin of his hands, peeling the areas around his nails.

“I sort of... luh-like somebody…” He trailed off.

It’s not like it was uncommon for proxies or killers to date and hook up with each other. Although everyone knew Toby never had any luck with the others in that department. But despite that, if he kept the conversation vague enough… it should be fine.

“Oh shit! Really?” Caught off guard, the brunette quickly tried to dial it back. “I mean…wow. I didn’t really expect that… who?”

Did he really have that bad of a reputation within their group that it was this much of a surprise to her? It was a little insulting.

“I don’t want to say.” Toby snapped. His temper was starting to get the better of him. And he didn’t want to share any sensitive information.

Luckily, Kate never took what Toby did personally. “Okay- you don’t have to tell me… but watch your tone young man.” She joked.

“Suh-sorry. I’m just really upset. We had a fuh-fight and I don’t know what to do.” He felt like a kid asking their mom for help. But he was desperate.

Toby couldn’t stand the idea of you walking around hating him. Sure, his plans included taking you back to his home, most likely by force, but he thought he would’ve had more opportunities for you to get to know him in a more… conventional way.

“Have you apologized to this… person?” Kate asked, carefully choosing her words. Picking up on how defensive he was being.

“Yeah! I duh-did and-“

She interrupted, “Wait. Did you do it in person or over text?” There was a sternness in her voice at the question. Like Kate was already accusing him of doing something wrong.

“Over text….” He admitted.

“See, that was your first mistake. If you’re going to have an important conversation with someone you need to have it in person. Otherwise, things can get lost in translation. You should speak to them face to face and apologize formally.”

The younger proxy tilted his head, “What if they duh-don’t want to see me?”

Kate sighed. “Well… sometimes you just have to show up. I mean, imagine trying to explain a misunderstanding to someone like Jeff over text…” She paused, scrunching up her face. “Well, that’s not a good example. You would have to call him or else he’d try to stab you. But you know what I mean. People like… us … are quick to just remove people from our lives if we’re hurt. But with our jobs, every connection with other killers or proxies needs to be maintained. Especially since The Operator demands it. So, you should go and see them…. when you’ve calmed down, of course.”

It was clear the brunette was applying her own work experiences to giving Toby guidance. Kate was always well-liked, and in a group full of murderers and malicious beings with untreated mental illnesses, that was no small feat.

But regardless, her explanation made sense. Even though Kate didn’t understand the full context of what happened, her advice probably still applied, right? Sure, you weren’t a killer, but Kate had the best grasp on how to handle disputes out of anyone he knew. If you just took the time to see how sorry he was, and all the effort he was putting in to fix the relationship, then you’d have to forgive him.

“Thuh-thanks. I’ll make sure to do that. I feel like shit that we huh-haven’t gotten the chance to see each other in a while and this….” Toby gestured vaguely to their surroundings. “Is what you fuh-find.”

Kate smiled. “Don’t worry, I get it.”

The fact that it was her that showed up today was very convenient. She was one of the few people who knew Toby well enough to calm him down.

It was almost too convenient.

He narrowed his eyes, looking out the cabin window. Was his boss around? “Anyways, I nuh-never asked you why you’re here.”

“Well, I figured I was long due for a bath. And I wanted to see my favorite proxy. Why, not happy to see me?” She huffed, feigning offense.

“Nuh-no! That’s not it. I just wuh-wasn’t sure if there was a job or something we needed to do.”

The brunette’s eyes glinted with admiration, flashing a small yet strangely sinister smirk. “It’s good you take our work seriously. It’s always best to have The Operator smiling favorably upon us.”

Toby shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sometimes she spoke like a weird cult member. It made his skin crawl, reminding him that despite her soothing demeanor around her peers, Kate could be one of the most brutal and wild killers when carrying out their boss’s orders. Maybe that’s why she always stayed in the forest.

“I’ll be out of your hair in an hour or two. Sadly, there aren’t any sacrifices to make today. I hate having nothing to do.” She grumbled the last part before getting up to grab her bag. “Mind if I take that shower now?”

“No, guh-go right ahead. Not like I pay the water bill for this puh-place.” Toby quipped, shrugging his shoulders with a crack of his joints.

When Kate left the room, he mulled over what actions he needed to take next. Everything was just “lost in translation” as the older proxy said. His mistake was only in how he delivered his apology.

There was hope for him after all. This could be fixed and then you and Toby could be together again. Have the life he knew you two could have.

After everything subsided and he felt at ease, his mind wandered to that passionate kiss he had shared with you. Sure, in retrospect he definitely shouldn’t have done that, but it was nice in the moment. How your lips felt against his, your warm body squirming under him.

It was electric.

If only things had gone well, if you didn’t find him so… repulsive now. Maybe he could’ve taken things further. But there was always time for that later. When he had more time to convince you that he was made for you.

Your mind as well as your body.

 … Especially body.

 He grinned, getting up to stretch out his muscles. Today was more exhausting than usual after the rollercoaster of feelings he’d gone through. Toby needed rest, and once he felt more confident, he’d pay you a surprise visit. Bring some sort of peace offering. Weren’t guys supposed to give flowers when they wanted to be forgiven? Like those crappy husbands who cheat on their wives.

Not that he wanted to be lumped in with those dudes.

Toby made his way to his room, making sure the door was locked behind him. Even though he trusted Kate, he didn’t want to take any chances.

He could still hear her showering and she would probably be a while. She wasn’t the most hygienic person.

Not that he was one to talk, but he didn’t like having that much blood and dirt caked on him for too long. Kate, however, didn’t seem to mind it. Toby had been assigned on a weeklong mission with her once and as soon as she got “in the zone” the older female was practically feral. Showers just weren’t in her vocabulary at that point.

Lying on his bed, he opened his phone to look through his camera roll. Something he did routinely now before trying to fall asleep… for many reasons.

It was full of photos he’s taken of you over these past months.

Having an outdated phone never really bothered him before, but now he wished he had one that could take better pictures. Especially the ones he took at night. Those always come out too grainy.

Unconsciously, a wistful smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t help it. It always happened when he saw you. He scrolled through each photo, taking in every part of you he managed to capture. His mind had almost everything memorized.

“(Y/N)…” He whispered.

Sometimes he just liked to say it. Simply enjoying the sound. How it tasted with every syllable.

Now that he had time to relax, it occurred to him how surprising his argument with you had gone. Every day there was something new he was learning about you. You were actually kind of brave, even if it was to the point of being stupid. But you had stood up to him when he’d lost his cool. Him. A murderous proxy. A serial killer. You didn’t know that, but it was still obvious he could overpower you.

Yet thinking of the passion and determination in your eyes as you stared him down made him shiver with delight.

He loved it.

Toby could feel himself growing tired, lazily flipping through a couple more photos before he’d call it a night.

He stopped.

A picture of you undressing in front of your bedroom window.

Your underwear even matched that day.

His cheeks reddened, a familiar feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach.

He reached a clammy hand into the case of his pillow, retrieving a pair of plain black panties he’d stolen from your house.

 He figured he could stay awake a little longer…

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #x reader #yandere #toby rogers x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere ticci toby #fanfiction #yandere creepypasta x reader #my writing #horror #obsessive behavior #yandere ticci toby x reader #kate the chaser

[never-ending-fanfic]

my friend, my dear,, pls,,, rebels ask game numbers 1-30 👁👁 (and course feel free to break into chunks or anything I just NEED TO KNOW- I'm genuinely so interested in your thoughts)

This is my absolute favourite way of receiving an ask ♥️♥️♥️ Thank you for that!!!

I already answered 1 and 28 right here, 16 and 27 right here and 29 right here

This is gonna be a lot so let's get started

2. Which episode did you not like at first but grew on you after one or more rewatches?

I don't think I disliked any episode

3. How do you feel about the Ahsoka show being live-action Rebels season 5?

I have a complicated relationship with live-actions and I'd personally prefer they just make animated Rebels season 5 xd and I'm kinda scared they're gonna destroy the Rebels characters in that or totally disregard the show because some fans didn't watch it so they feel they can (and that they totally ignore important characters like Zeb and Kallus), I'm also too much behind all newer Star Wars shows so I don't really feel much about Ahsoka show yet, at least not til I catch up on the rest

4. Who is your favourite one-off character on the show?

Hm Zare Leonis I think, I liked the kiddo and kinda expected more of him later but he never reappeared

5. If you could change one (non-death-related) plot point in the show, what would you change?

Off a hard one, non-death-related? I guess I'd want to see more of Kallus in season 4 and more of the clones in general

6. What are your two favourite ships from the show (canon or not)?

KALLUZEB AND KANERA

7. Who is one character you feel isn't appreciated enough by the fandom?

I stay in my safe corner of Kallus stans, but I'd say he is overlooked sometimes. He and Chopper, who is like, one of the most hilarious character in the entirety of Star Wars

8. If you couldn've added an episode/story arc to the show, what would it be?

Kallus' backstory for sure, bonus points if it's an angsty one

9. Obligatory "who's your favourite member of the crew?" question

Hard tie between all of them, thank you (read: all)

10. Aside from season 4 episode 10, which episode made you cry the most?

When in the end of Heroes of Mandalore: Part 1 Sabine's weapon gets used on her people and she thinks it killed her family, I WAS HEARTBROKEN

11. What is one joke/moment from the show that always makes you laugh?

"We stole a TIE fighter"

"You WHAT?!"

Never fails.

12. Which design of Sabine's hair and armour is your favourite?

Hair: white and violet, I adore it

Armour: season 3

13. Chopper vs Palpatine- who's making it out alive?

Ideally? Chopper. Realistically? Chopper.

14. What is your favourite moment of the crew being a family?

When Zeb admits to betting Chopper in Sabacc and Hera lectures him like a mom and then scolds Kanan like an angry wife (in Polish she literally says "what kind of example are you setting?")

15. What is your favourite Kanera moment?

Everytime Hera calls him "Love" ♥️ (in Polish- "Sun"☀️)

17. What is your opinion on the World Between Worlds?

I don't know honestly, but it's interesting

18. Where do you think Ezra has been all this time?

Out in the Unknown Regions with Thrawn, camping and bonding

19. What is one of your favourite Kanan moments?

When he acts like a drunk, embarrassing dad

20. What is one of your favourite Hera moments?

All, I love that woman (you should too)

21. What is one of your favourite Chopper moments?

Whenever he wrecks havoc, so like 98% of the time

22. What is one of your favourite Zeb moments?

That one part where after the battle over Atollon they get Kallus' coordinates and he looks so concerned abd scared for Kal ♥️

23. What is one of your favourite Sabine moments?

Her training with the darksaber

24. What is one of your favourite Ezra moments?

That part when he discovers he is Force Sensitive and saves Zeb's life

25. Which of Ezra's two lightsabers would you rather have?

First one, the original with a built in blaster

26. Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with AP-5 or Lieutenant Lyste?

Bold of you to assume I'd step into an elevator and besides the point I do like AP-5 unironically and would willingly spend time with him

30. Most under-rated episode?

The Future of the Force (S2E10)

#star wars rebels #star wars #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #hera syndulla #sabine wren #ezra bridger #chopper #kanan jarrus #captain rex #yogar lyste #AP-5 #thrawn #palpatine

[lckheart]

[ zoe kravitz, cis woman, she/her ] — whoa!  NADIA LOCKHEART just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 7 YEARS, working as a PART-TIME BARISTA / CAMGIRL. that can’t be easy, especially at only 30 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit FLIPPANT and CAPRICIOUS, but i know them to be STEADFAST and AFFABLE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to THE BRONX! — (ripley, 27, cst, she/her, n/a)

this is an absolute mess so i apologize in advance

*trigger warnings: nsfw, smoking, drug use, alcohol

-- past ;

born & raised in colorado, adopted when she was a baby because her birth mother was too young to take care of her & wanted a better life for her than she could give her. it was a closed adoption so she doesn’t know who she was, and quite frankly she has no interest in finding out. she respects her decision to give her up in order to have a better life.

her adoptive parents were always loving and attentive, but their more conservative & religious views made her teenage years kind of difficult and confusing considering she felt attraction towards not just one gender, but all of them. she thought for sure she was going straight to the ninth circle of hell. she’s still not completely out to her parents to this day, but they don’t ask and she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to them about her sexuality. 

when she was younger, her parents tried to get her more involved in school by encouraging her to join a sports team, but she quickly found that she wasn’t good at any of them. they were a bit disappointed but were determined to find SOMETHING that sparked passion.

she had always been in love with dancing & the way it makes her feel so free, so when she asked to try out for the dance team her parents were her number one supporters. they also enrolled her into gymnastics to help her with more intense dance moves/tricks & flexibility. after high school, she turned to more contemporary and freestyle types of dance & did it more as a hobby than anything else. 

she still practices several different styles of dance to this day, but her favorite are contemporary & pole dancing. she will break out in dance anywhere and everywhere there is music, especially if there is alcohol involved. sometimes she brings the moves, sometimes she just likes being obnoxious and making people laugh 

although her parents were/are well off, she’s always preferred to generate her own income so that she feels like she’s earned the money. her first job right out of high school was a waitress, and she loved getting the chance to interact with different people all day. she worked on and off for about three years while attending a local college like her parents wanted her to. she had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do, so she just took the basics she would need for almost any degree. she loved the social atmosphere, but despised sitting through long lectures and writing senseless essays that she couldn’t care less about. to her parents’ dismay, she dropped out after just two years.

after that, she moved to new york & tried to pursue a career in dance. a feeble attempt to please her parents that turned out to be a lot harder than she anticipated. her lack of actual technique made for a lack of call-backs, and every time she got rejected, it hit her harder and harder.

a couple of years go by with little to no work, and she decided instead of asking her parents for help, she would try something new. one of her friends suggested that she come work with her at a strip club, and although she was a bit nervous at first, it wasn’t long before she fell in love with it. pole dancing made her feel so free and empowered, like nothing could hold her back from getting what she wanted.

she dove deep into the partying scene, dropping the occasional molly, doing lines in the bathroom during a long ass night to stay awake, getting plastered too many nights in a row, having one night stands with questionable characters, etc. eventually it caught up with her & she decided to take a step back from working at the club.

luckily, she had already started doing some webcam shows on the side to make some extra cash so she had that to fall back on.

-- present ;

she is now a part-time barista at kitty and brew, part-time webcam model (aka cam girl) and although she’s not ashamed of what she does, she tends to keep it LOWKEY. she doesn’t care if the people close to her know what she does, but for privacy and safety reasons, she tells as little people as possible. she never shows her face in the streams/videos, keeping her identity safe from the more questionable characters of the world  — ; although she does also have an onlyf*ns that she in no way keeps secret, but the content she shares there is much more tame than what she does on her cam sites. (i.e. pole dancing videos, boudoir photos, special request photos as long as it’s not too extreme/weird)

she uses an alias when she’s camming, usually going by the name karma or vixen. 

-- little tidbits ;

she’s a pansexual babe 

enjoys roller skating and she is quite good at it. it’s her transportation of choice when she doesn’t have to go too far, and she likes combining her love of dance with her love of skating.

decent at singing and she loves to get drunk and do karaoke, but also likes to just chill smoke a j and jam out with friends

once she sets her mind on something, it’s very difficult to convince her that she can’t/shouldn’t do it. her toxic trait is that she likes to ask for advice about things & then ignore said advice & do the thing anyway 

she really likes citrus fruits & basically anything super tangy or sour. lemons are hands down her favorite , and she loves when people look at her like she’s some kind of witch as she keeps a straight face the entire time as she eats them. 

loves ~* A T T E N T I O N *~ 

she is 10000% tatted tf UP ; at least 50% of her body is covered in tattoos, varying in size but only black ink. 

the kind of person who buys herself flowers 

little bit of a pothead

has a pet snake ( a ball python ), his name is prince zuko & he is v snuggly but only when no one else is around

really outgoing personality, good at creating conversation out of thin air & can usually talk to pretty much anyone who will have her. has def been told she talks too much sometimes. v opinionated, will always be honest about what she thinks of you

due to getting harassed by creepy men on way too many occasions, she took self defense classes so that she can kick anyone’s ass if necessary. whether it be for her or defending someone else. 

-- a few wanted connections ;

CLOSE FRIEND -- specifically the who got her into pole dancing. she would've been the one to teach her all the basics & got her the job at the club when she had it. they were always partying together and watching out for each other, esp at the club. they're still friends & maybe even teach pole classes together sometimes !! // * open to women

RIDE OR DIE -- someone who's been there either since she moved to new york, or maybe even before & moved there with her. someone who will call her out on her bullshit and knock some sense into her when it's needed. likely one of the only people that she'll listen to when she's making stupid decisions. they've fought several times but always come back to one another, always forgiving each other no matter what. could be roommates too, but not required !! // * open to all genders

REGULARS -- customers who come into kitty and brew that she's on a first name basis with, knows their orders by heart and how their life is going, asks about their kids/relatives/shit going on in their lives, gives them a little special treatment (skipping the line, giving them free coffee/treats, etc) // * open to all genders

SM*KING BUDS -- kind of self explanatory, just super chill friends she can hang out & smoke with!

GENERAL -- exes, one night stands, skating buddies, frenemies, literally anything we can dream up !! let's go !!

#boroughs.intro

[alpydk]

Cabinet of Oddities (Part 27)

I cried writing the end of this chapter.

Summary: “You thought you could just take my place, while I was gone, dear sister?” Thomas descended the steps of the Bhaal temple, the footprints of blood left in his wake. The worshipper at the door had doubted who he was until they found the dagger stuck between their eyes. Orin would be no different.

Ao3 Link

Nana felt her body transform as she walked the back alleys of Baldur’s Gate, her red hair growing short, her soft jaw becoming sharp, and her green eyes turning grey and cold. Thomas, where are we going? The day was slowly turning to night and the inhabitants of the city had taken to the streets, revelling in the nighttime entertainment. She felt the weight of the metal cover being lifted and pushed aside by the soldier's arms she had not used in years, the stench of the sewers hitting her nostrils. Thomas, please, talk to me.

We’re going to reclaim my birthright.

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Astarion had seen Nana leave camp earlier in the day before he lectured Karlach on letting her go. Now he had somehow found himself in the reluctant position of leading everyone as they walked into the city at speed hoping not to lose track of her. 

Karlach followed quickly behind him. “I know you said she was stabby, but you really think she’d hurt someone?”

“She wouldn’t, but Thomas is a psychopath. It’s him I worry about.” He looked around trying to spot any sign of Nana. “There’s a very good chance that he gets to Orin and Gale and just outright kills them both for the fun of it.”

“So, we’re looking for two people now who can change themselves into anyone they want?” Her shoulders dropped in defeat.

Shadowheart was fast to step in. “Nana has only really ever used the one form with us, the human one, then there is her changeling form which I doubt she will use in public. Do we know of any others?”

The group looked amongst themselves. 

“You said she’d been you too, didn’t you?” Wyll pointed out to Astarion.

Astarion was trying to listen to them, but something kept catching his attention, a feeling like he was being watched. He turned slowly, quickly glancing at the open doorways of the taverns and streets around them. Dark red eyes beckoned him from an alley. Leon. 

“Astarion? Are you even-”

Astarion walked away from the group towards the vampire spawn who stood under the shadowed archway. “I don’t have time for you.”

“I know, but you’re looking for your friend, yes? The one who hurt Cazador?” Leon said, his voice quiet.

“What did you say?”

“The changeling. I saw her the other day turn into you. I met her in the palace before Cazador…” He still couldn’t believe the idea that their master was dead. “I knew it couldn’t be you.” 

Astarion’s lip curled at Leon’s doubt before he refocused on what mattered. “Where is she?”

“She’s in the sewers towards the north. The ruins,” he replied.

“And you saw her? You know it’s her for sure?” Astarion was desperate now, they couldn’t waste time investigating the area without anything concrete.

“She wasn’t her, but the man I saw, he had the same eyes. The ones I saw after you… after she stabbed Cazador…”

“Hey, mate. You found something?” Karlach’s voice came out behind him. He’d have to put some trust in Leon’s words.

“She’s in the sewers.”

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Shadovar. Your arcane arts are nothing with an axe embedded into your skull. I savour the way your scalp is slick with blood, and it runs down mixing with the black markings under your lifeless eyes. I am blessed with this gift, and I will savour each blissful moment of butchery where I can. 

Blade, First Sword, Lionar. I’ve worked my way up, the moments of glory just another step to power. Each death is as satisfying as the last. Seeing the battlefields run red with the blood of these worthless beings. Ally or enemy. It doesn't matter who falls, the moment the light leaves their eyes gives me the same pleasure. To hear their screams as the sword plunges into their gut, the copper taste of the blood, the rattle of their lungs as their offered soul is taken by you. 

All in your name.

Bhaal.

Present Day

“You thought you could just take my place, while I was gone, dear sister?” Thomas descended the steps of the Bhaal temple, the footprints of blood left in his wake. The worshipper at the door had doubted who he was until they found the dagger stuck between their eyes. Orin would be no different.

She knelt on the stone altar, Gale whispering weak ramblings beneath her. She ran the blade lightly across his face, small beads of blood appearing on the skin. Nana shouted from within, she needed control, needed to get him out of here. Thomas shunned her aside with ease. She was merely a passenger now and it would not be long before he would be in full control as he used to be.

Orin looked up as he approached. “Is that you? The white knight himself.”

He scowled at the pet name, one he had heard too many times from Nana. Those days were gone.

“I expected you’d come as the dancer, or was it the baker? Or even under the guise of your little mistress.” she continued, her voice rising. “But no, it seems she has let you off your leash for once, just as I’m about to do what you never could.” 

He grew closer to the altar, his voice calm and steady. He was watching her movements, calculating the quickest methods to debilitate her, the most enjoyable ways to bleed her out. “Step down from there and I’ll show you exactly what I can do.”

Orin stood taking delicate steps over Gale’s body. Nana could see the way he turned his head slightly as Orin moved, a semi-conscious daze keeping him from fighting back. Gale… Don’t die, please don’t die. Orin lightly hopped from the altar and began to circle Thomas. Her form changed to his, the soldier with the grey eyes. “To believe you thought you could come here and kill me. Do you not realise it is your destiny to die here? For these walls to be stained with your blood.” She stepped closer to him, and his fingers hovered over the hilt of his knife. Her body was now the same as his, but she lacked the intimidation he carried; she lacked the same cold dead eyes of decades of unbridled slaughter.

She grew closer and his eyes narrowed, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

“You come here in the skin of that creature. A weak copy. Just a host, a parasite” She giggled at him, morphing back to her natural form. “Just like the little worm that devours her from within. Rotten to the core.” She cackled, her head lifting ever so slightly.

Thomas took the opportunity to thrust the blade forward, her neck bare and her arrogance making her an easy target. She was quick to react though, stepping back and whipping out her daggers. “The white knight bares his fangs,” she said, a vicious grin emerging. “Let's see if your mistress will let you bite.” 

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Astarion descended the steps at speed as he saw the two fighting. He used their diverted attention as a chance to get close to Gale, for once glad of the hefty supply of lockpicks he’d found on their adventure. He got through the lock with ease pulling the chains from Gale’s wrists and gave him a quick slap on the cheek trying to bring him around. “Hey, this is no time to sleep.”

Gale slowly came to his senses and Astarion saw the way his eyes focussed on him, the brief look of confusion and then acknowledgement that he was still alive. “Astarion?”

Astarion placed an arm under him to lift him. “Yeah, come on. Time to get moving.”

The sounds of the daggers clashing echoed around them as he hauled Gale’s weakened body next to him and began to pull him towards the steps. Karlach ran over grabbing Gale and taking the brunt of his weight in her arms. I hope you’re in there somewhere, Nana. 

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They’re here. He’s safe. Get him out of here. Please don’t let him die here. Nana’s body moved quickly and with deadly precision. Fighting for control now would prove lethal to her and yet she found herself drawing Thomas’s attention away to Gale. Idiot creature, you’ll get us both killed!

The dagger blade sliced his arm, but Thomas did not react, thrusting forward with an attack to Orin’s midsection. Another attack to his neck missed by a small margin causing him to take a step back to reevaluate the situation. He could feel the sweat on his brow and the adrenaline coursing through his veins as each movement was taken. There. His eyes focussed on the minute overextension of Orin’s leg as she leapt forward towards him, her dagger poised at the ready.

Thomas let Orin get close to him, her body twisting under his arm. He took the opportunity to exploit her weakness. She came in closer than she estimated, his blade piercing the flesh under her breast. A turn of the blade as she fell into him. He looked down into her eyes, watching the light fade, a twisted smirk growing on his face at the knowledge of his victory. Your blood for him, dear sister.

And then a cough. His blood, Nana’s blood choked and spat through his clenched jaw. He pushed the body of Orin away and looked down. Her own dagger deeply planted in his side. He stumbled back, tearing it out. “That fucking…” He could feel his strength fading quickly as he fell forward, his mind wavering. He could see the kills in front of him, the young boy, the girl with dough under the nails, the woman with the red curls, each of them pulling at his soul, his blood dripping to the floor of the temple. Nothing but another offering to Bhaal.

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Gale saw Nana transform and fall to the ground, forcing himself on unsteady legs to run towards her grabbing her into his arms. He looked down at her clothes, seeing that the fabric had turned a deep scarlet and yelled to Shadowheart for assistance. “She needs potions, healing. Do something!” He couldn’t control the panic in his voice as he heard Nana’s breaths become slower and more strained. He put pressure on the wound, but it made little difference, his hands growing slick with the flow of her blood. 

Shadowheart whispered the spells, a quiet glow appearing over Nana’s body before fading out again into the darkness. “It’s not working.” She stared at Gale, a look of worry in her eyes. 

“A potion then! Try a bloody potion!” he shouted as he held Nana close. “Come on, stay with us,” he whispered to her, hoping that words alone would give her strength.

Karlach rooted through her pack trying to find her flasks, quickly glancing to the others as she realised, she had none. Wyll shook his head at her, confirming there was nothing any of them could do. Astarion stood frozen, watching the scene, hearing Nana’s heartbeat grow quieter in his ears.

Nana grew weaker and her eyes began to unfocus. Gale grabbed her hand, squeezing it, hoping that there was something, anything, he could do to keep her with them. He went over so many solutions in his mind, spells, potions, Mystra but nothing was sticking. “Nana, my love. We’re going to get you to a safer location. We’re going to…” She turned away from him as if watching something else in the distance. “No, no. You need to focus on me, you need to stay with me.” He turned her face towards him, the blood of his fingertips printing on her cheek. “Nana don’t die. Please, don’t die.”

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Nana found herself in control, her changeling body lying in the arms of Gale next to the Bhaal altar. She struggled to keep her gaze on him, trying to look into the brown eyes she had dreamt about so many times before. Why is he so sad? His lips moved but she could not hear the words he uttered to her. Inside she felt a deep sense of peace, her mind truly her own for the first time in five years and as she looked away from Gale, she saw the figure of Thomas in the distance, the Thomas she had known and loved in the swamp waiting for her, his hand held out inviting her to join him. 

There was no fear, no sadness as she lay dying in Gale’s arms. All that existed was confusion over how this was her end. But I was going to go to Waterdeep…

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #galemance #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction

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Writing Prompts

1. Ignorance is a disease so back up asshole, I ain’t trying to catch your germs

2. “Look around, what do you see? Nothing? Yeah, cause that’s how many fucks were given!”

3. “Your hot temper makes for a great heater.”

4. “You’re the cum drop your mother should’ve swallowed.”

5. “Don’t speak please, you’re lowering this whole neighborhoods IQ.”

6. “I’m in shock, see I’m wearing a blanket.”

7. “Fallings just like falling expect with a more permanent destination in mind.”

8. “Super weird.”

9. “Bitch don’t kill my vibe.”

10. “Flex tape, stronger then your relationship.”

11. “Bippity Boppity back the fuck up.”

12. “If I had a dollar for every time I was called ugly I’d be broke cause bitch, I’m gorgeous.”

13. “You think you got problems with me, but baby I don’t even think about you. You mad at everything I do, but what are you up to I haven’t a clue. Cause baby you’re dead to me, how can I be dead to you? You’re looking way too obsessed.”

14. “Leave me alone you little fucker.”

15. “God this is so fucked up.”

16. “Older shits teach littler shits shit the elder shits should’ve taught them.”

17. “When we get in here don’t touch shit, don’t look at shit, don’t ask for shit, because we ain’t getting it.”

18. “Be careful who you call a child because you know what that makes you? A pedophile! And I’ll be damned if I sit here and be lectured by a pervert!”

19. “Bold of you to assume I even think.”

20. “I will destroy you on this court yard, I will ruin all that you love, slaughter your hopes and your dreams. I will rip you limb from limb and stand over your fallen corpse, and once that is all over I will laugh at your misery. I will be your demise!”

21. “You guys are pros right? Then why does it feel like I’m going against toddlers that barley knows how to walk right?!”

22. “Thanks, it’s the trauma.”

23. “You better not disrespect me because who you gonna send to check me?”

24. “After all these hands are rated E for everybody!”

25. “Speak for yourself. At least I don’t have more conversations with the memorial statue then with actually people.”

26. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”

27. “I’m not really a murderer but when I play GTA 5; I turn into Jeffery Dahmer.”

28. “Being jealous is a disease, get well soon bitch.”

29. “ I know I’m handsome but having you stare at me is kind of a turn off.”

30. “No matter what it is, I always get what I want.”

31. “Cause I was born with this pretty face, so of course only pretty things can be worn by me.”

32. “ If I wanted to kill myself I will climb up your ego and jump to your IQ level.”

33. “Would you let me make a dildo of your penis?”

34. “Ya know, talk shit get hit?”

35. “Why is big birds emo son talking to me?”

36. “You know I really like confident women .”

37. “And I like men in my age group.”

38. “Run and I’ll break your legs. Attack and I’ll break your necks.”

39. “Listen there isn’t a single language on earth that has a word for how little I care. A super computer that calculates for a thousand years cannot even approach the number of fucks I do not give.”

40. “Once I find them I’ll peel their skin from off their muscles and feed it to the creatures of the forest, watching as they drink their blood like holy wine.”

41. “So let me tell you one last time so we're clear

42. You don't want to take the path you took to get here. If you pop that lip I will rock your shit. Stop playing with the fire, you are not that lit On monday you can get it! On tuesday you can get it! On wednesday you can get it! What about thursday? You can get it! On friday you can get it! On saturday you can get it! How about sunday? You can get it! And every single day you can get it.”

43. “ It’s heretopaternal superfecundation, mom had a threesome and got two mistakes instead of one.”

44. “As long as my fucks to care are flying around and no one catching them it’ll continue to be that way, no fucks given.”

45. “You must be into some kinky shit if you put your honored guest into chains and cuffs.”

46. “Mate, I’ll fucking spin your jaw.”

47. “It’s the borderline incest for me beloved.”

48. “Mhmm now apologize you fuckin goofy.”

49. “Now remember what I told you, walk straight even if you’re gay.”

50. “I can’t talk right now, I’m doing bad bitch shit.”

51. “If I hated any of you then I would’ve either killed you all off one by one or just left.”

52. “Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma.”

53. “I was not born with enough middle fingers.”

54. “My depression is vicious, but this ass is delicious. Dinner is served bitch.”

55. “You wanna talk about the seatbelt rule! How about we talk about the shut the fuck up rule!”

56. “ Hippity hoppity your grave is on my property.”

57. “You speak to your mother with that mouth?”

58. “ No, but I suck your father’s off with it.”

59. “I’m sick you assholes. Baby me!”

60. “Your first orgy! I approve. Especially the tall one. He'd make an excellent consort."

61. “What did I tell you about speaking of orgies so freely in front of mortals? It's weird. Especially since you're my dad. You're not supposed to approve of these things."

62. “Ding dong the witch is dead."

63. "This drink is my weakness and she knows it. Bitch."

64. “Because they're never gonna see that coming." You say, matter of factly. "They pull back the curtain like re-re and you're like re-re yourself, motherfucker!"

65. “And then you stab them in the eye. You thought the psycho was out there? Surprise! The psycho's in here with the Olay body wash on her."

66. “Oh shit, he's trying to say something. Quick get the Speak-n-Spell!"

67. “The total number of fucks I give are equal to the number of living relatives Sasuke has.”

68. “Haven't you seen my halo, darling? I'm an angel." 

69. “ Can I call you a waste of time? Because that’s what you feel like to me.”

70. “He looks like my depression in human form.”

71. “He looks like he could be my sleep paralysis demon.”

72. “If depression and anxiety had a child he would be that child.”

73. “Oh you shouldn’t talk so big it makes your height look bad.”

74. “Sucking the life out of you guys like depression on a Tuesday.”

75. “I’m lazy not stupid.”

76. “I can't be sad. It is a state of mind which is simply not accessible to me. But this doesn't mean that i am happy all the time because this emotion is suppressed, barely there. Mostly i am in a state of...resignation. Calmness. No matter what situation. I do feel getting touched. But i don't feel pain. At all. So none.”

77. “You could basically rip my eyes out and i would only feel a slight movement and a soft touch. I don't feel exhaustion. I don't feel hunger. Sometimes i forget to breathe. I mean...my body still does that automatically but...meditating can get pretty dangerous for me.”

78. “Think of it that way. Everything around us, is god. The cells. The air. Atomic bonds. Life itself. The movement of the leaves in the wind and the smell of the coffee in front of you. It is around us. In us. Something. Call it molecules. Call it Allah. Call it God. Call it Science. Gravity is god. Carbon dioxide is god. You. Are a tiny bit of god. God is just a word. Something, a word, a thought to share. A reason to life. Live itself. You don't have to be a Jew a Muslim a Buddhist a Christian or an Atheist to know, that the world around you exists. Maybe there is a Plan. Maybe there is a spiritus sancti. Maybe, there is a soul and maybe there isn't. We do not know. But we know of our world. We know of us. Maybe the cells in our body's weren't meant to mutate. Maybe they were. We do not know. But we can believe. That is the difference, between us. A believing and a none believing person. And the difference is, that there is none. We are the same. Thinking about the same, knowing and not knowing the same facts. Simply chose to call it differently."

79. “I’m not here to boost your ego Walmart Superman.”

80. “This is my ninja way.”

81. “They say I care I didn’t care when my dog died.”

82. “I really don’t think barging is the right word… strolled is a more accurate description, I think.”

83. “Of course. I’d tie them up. First I’d remove each nail and when it got inflamed, I’d dip it in salt. They screamed so loud, you have no idea. Then I start to amputate. I’d remove one finger each day, then the toes. Then the hand, then feet, moving my ways up. They wouldn’t die since I would cauterize their wounds. Then I’d play with them. I’d throw screw drivers, knifes, and needles at them. I have a terrible shot you know… or do I?”

84. “I rip their hair out with my own hands and feed it to them. I’d shove my fingers into their eyes till they pop out. The genitals are always last to go. Even if they admit in the beginning, I’d still do it. I’d then dump their bodies for the little birdies and critters to nibble at.”

85. “Treat me like a joke and I’ll leave you like it’s funny.”

86. “I don’t want you guys to think I’m some good guy cause if I got the chance I would sacrifice you all in a heartbeat.”

87. “You fuck me but won’t marry me! How does that work?!”

88. “Shut your mouth!”

89. “Oh I thought you liked it wide open.”

90. “I’m the person who’s gonna cut ya dick off and glue it to ya forehead so you look like a lilting unicorn.”

91. “Who the fuck are you?”

92. “Nobody gives me butterflies anymore, just anger issues.”

93. “Fuck you goatman!”

94. “Mentally sick, physically thick.”

95. “Congratulations, you played yourself.”

96. “I use my tears as hand sanitizer because there’s nothing riper then depression in it’s purest form.”

97. “Always in the sun, but no ones son is ever in me.”

98. “Well if he says I am baby then I am baby. Goo goo ga ga motherfuckers.”

99. “Is this a new technique for kidnapping kids?”

100. “Cry like a little girl. Run like a slave. But when I catch that ass boy, you gonna behave.”

101. “Call me a escalator cause I always let people down.”

102. “Call me a tree cause they always picking on me.”

103. “Call me my dad cause I’m never around.”

104. “Dark humor cause even orphans gotta laugh, shopping which is weird cause I will dead wear the same shit for a month straight, laundry - it’s something about seeing the clothes and everything drown that gets me going.”

105. “They play dumb I play dumber looks like we spongebob and Patrick now.”

106. “Roses are red, Memes are neat. I wanna die, LMFAO YEET.”

107. “If you feel like the world is eating you alive that’s just proof you always looking like a snack.”

108. “I know I’m hot, but I also know I’m not a full time hot person. I’m hit when I want to be. I choose my own hours. I make my own schedule. I do freelance hotness.”

109. “You have a build a bear as a principal.”

110. “I was gonna give you that vacuum cleaner gawk gawk 6000 and this juicy wet 🐱 till you leaked outta me after painting me white on the insides but it seems you having a good night without me so anyways goodnight ☺️.”

111. “Is this social interaction because I don’t really like it.”

112. “Listen if a guy doesn't man handle me during a makeout session or during u know 😏 I'm putting him in rice or sending him back to whoever broke him 😂.”

113. “If we dated before I turnt 20 you are not an ex but a childhood friend.”

114. “Can you wipe off my favorite seat oh I meant ya face.”

115. “Guess I’ll have to stick around, gotta keep you guys alive…for my own.”

116. “I never said I was an angel. Nor am I innocent or holy like the Virgin Mary. What I am is natural and serious and as sensitive as an open nerve on an ice cube. I'm a young black sister with an unselfish heart who overdosed on love long ago. My closest friends consider me soft-spoken. Others say I have a deadly tongue. And while it's true that I have a spicy attitude like most of the ghetto girls I know, I back it up with a quick, precise, and knowledgeable mind. My memory runs. Way back and I'm inclined to remind people of the things they'd most like to forget.”

117. “My vagina just said thank you in Spanish.”

118. “I look at you and go dry, like sand.”

119. “Told you not to call him shitty, now you look like shit.”

120. “You really don’t know someone till you’ve seen them beg for mercy.”

121. “Oh how their screams make me tingle.”

122. “Your words hold no weight against mine.”

123. “Well aren’t you Sherlock fuckin’ Holmes.”

124. “Don’t you know that threats only work on those that have something to lose? If anything I count death as my blessing.”

125. “Welcome to my abortion clinic pizzeria were yesterday‘s loss is today’s sauce.”

126. “Do you know Jesus is actually black and he’s all our fathers cause we haven’t seen him in years.”

127. “Do you know all the zodiacs have their own hairstyles expect for cancers.”

128. “It means I'm perfectly content but also wouldn't mind if the sun exloded right now and killed us all.”

129. “Every day I think I’m getting closer, gonna take a bath with my fucking toaster.”

130. “Are you a race horse? Cause when I ride you’ll always finish first.”

131. “You know what sea turtles and I have in common… we both like being choked by trash.”

132. “I’m gonna sound like a Victorian peasant but please sir may I have some bread? I rather not have some of that mystery meat.”

133. “Service error 11037: Go fuck yourself :)”

134. “🔫🐝 you are beeing robbed. Only thing that’ll save you is ya number. “

135. “Sharing is caring but unfortunately I don’t care.”

136. “He likes to play catch, so I asked him can you catch these hands. He said yes so I hit the living fuck outta him. What’s the problem officer!”

137. “Do you think when humans feel butterflies in their stomachs that butterflies feel humans in their stomachs?”

138. “I keep looking behind and hope to continue forward.”

139. “I’m sorry, is our friendly banter bothering you? I know you prefer to choke your friends rather than joke-”

140. “Are we even together together or are we together like high school musical we all in this together type shit.”

141. “Oh, because I’m so scared of a slenderman clone with daddy issues, who’s also having a sexuality crisis”

142. “Bitch, your pussy smells like hotdog water. Move on.” 

143. “You’re so cute…I hate it.”

144. “Look. I could be a whore, or I could be YOUR whore. Really; it’s up to you.”

145. “Oh, oh, oh my god. Choking is my main turn on.”

146. “This is my no no cube. Anything is possible if you have enough lube.”

147. “Aye baby you ever had KFC. Cause I can give you some of that Kentucky Fried Cock.”

148. “You’re not dummy thicc you’re dummy stick.”

149. “And you little stupid purple looking Barney looking bitch!”

150. “I was raised and surrounded by happiness, something you don’t know.”

151. “They put you in the streets but even the streets ain’t want you.”

152. “Remember reality is an illusion,the universe is a hologram. Buy gold, bye.”

153. “Better scramble like an egg before you get folded like an omelette.”

154. “Play stupid games, and you win stupid prizes .”

155. “Call me Ms.Water gun cause I’ll squirt you like one.”

156. “ I would say I’m like the ocean, I’m calm and peaceful and you can see my beauty on the outside but the further you dive into me you learn not everything is as it seems uptop. I’m calm yes but even calming things can be dangerous, I have my flaws the further you go in and things that are best left at the bottom of my ocean depths but do know if you are to disturb that sea level be ready to face the Consequences.”

157. “ i’m not interested in being disrespected by someone who I lowered my standards for.”

158. “Shut the fuck up before I fold your lanky ass like a chair.”

159. “Listen here, Snotball, don’t bullshit me. I’m ain’t come here for your public-pleasing fake smile. “Go polish your skills instead of sucking my dick…”

160. “ Nana whipped them highschool kiddies asses into shape that day, oh yes she did. They met they maker on them steps I tell you, now go and and play with this old timer if you dear I’ll send that ass to the pearly gates or the flaming pits below.”

161. “Let my hands speak for me, smack talk.”

162. “Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap?”

163. “Out here living like the main character because if I’m not the main character, I’m that one bitch that go berserk.”

164. “Food is fun, food is great, food is why we celebrate!”

165. “I want my next piercing to be a bullet. In my head."

166. “Okay, rude. You have the Eminem’s hairline, but I didn’t say anything about it!”

167. “If I’m die, then I wish to go out on my own terms, for I am like none other person on this earth.”

168. “Criminal or not. Sometimes it’s nice to be wanted.”

169. “When I said I fell in love with you I lied. I fell in love with your entire existence, I would cry for you, I would kill for you, I would die for you. “

170. “Life is just a big movie, you just can’t pick your genre.”

#writing #writing prompts #writing prompt #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #vikings x reader #demon slayer x reader #fandoms x reader #x men x reader #avengers x reader #one punch man x reader #black butler x reader #x reader #bnha x reader

[mariacallous]

Gao Xiangjin used to know all the names of players in the American baskeball leagues, but since relations between the US and China soured, once-daily NBA broadcasts are now far less frequent. So Gao started watching China’s men’s basketball instead, until reports about corruption turned him off earlier this year. He now watches China’s women’s basketball, not on television, but on Douyin, the original, Chinese version of TikTok.

Gao is 69 years old, one of a growing cohort of elderly people who have moved away from television and gravitated to Douyin, China’s most popular short-form video app. There are 267 million people aged over 60 in China, according to official statistics, and while China’s government has tried to limit young people’s use of Douyin, worried about its addictive nature, many of the app’s habitual users are their parents, or even grandparents.

“Whenever he’s not cooking, swimming, or sleeping, he’s on Douyin,” his daughter Helen says. “It’s brainless entertainment. It’s better to be playing with a cat, it’s better to be doing anything else.” She’s not a Douyin user herself. “I already have attention problems,” she says. “Douyin would make that worse.”

A former soldier, Gao follows the Israel-Palestine crisis and the war between Ukraine and Russia through videos made by commentators. He shows me one where a political analyst translates headlines from English-language media outlets, such as The Times of Israel. He watches others for their analysis of military strategy.

While television broadcasts the official viewpoint, Gao says that on Douyin there are often videos from different camps putting their views across. The censors might get to them after a while, but it’s possible to witness a spectrum of opinions. Some of them are speaking with inside experience of the Party system, some are academics studying at Western universities, and others don’t disclose anything about their backgrounds; to many elderly users, they carry the same amount of authority.

Douyin is not just Gao’s source for news, but also basketball shoes. “Just look at those green shoes,” Helen says, gesturing to a pair of eye-catching sneakers on a shoe rack by local brand Tebu. “They’re ridiculous!”

Around once every five videos, Gao says, he gets an advert. Swiping on his phone, there’s a news video, then a woman pops up selling something, followed by news, news, news, then an advert for dates from Xinjiang. Gao is happy with his sneakers, paying just over $27 for them. He says that their quality is better than a pair he bought from Japan for more than four times the price.

Li Yongjian, a junior lecturer at Erasmus University Rotterdam who has studied social media use among elderly people in China, says that Covid-19 was a watershed moment. Strict Covid controls left elderly people seeking connection, and they turned to social media. Cheaper smartphones and data bundles have eased peoples’ passage into the short-video world—previously, older people typically eschewed the expensive gadgets that younger generations buy without hesitation (or because of cultural values that reward self-sacrifice, parents would buy for their children, but not themselves). “They think good things are not for them,” Li says.

Now, a bundle of 30 gigabytes of data plus 200 minutes from China Telecom costs as little as $18, and older people have become targets for China’s biggest phone brands. Li says that he’d bought a Xiaomi phone for his grandfather, which cost $50. With a huge screen and a long-life battery, it was advertised as “the phone for your grandpa.” Many apps, including Douyin, were preloaded onto the phone when it was started up. Li did a few rounds of searches on the app for his grandfather’s hobbies—fishing, the military, and cars—so that the algorithm registered those preferences.

His grandfather’s own use of the app has added other facets of his life, like farming, to his feed. He watches videos of others living as he did when he was young: how they harvested, then set up a cauldron in the field to start cooking. “It gives him a sense of being seen,” Li says. “There is still a place reserved for them, not only offline but also in the online world.”

Many older people are picking up technology because in modern China there’s little choice. Navigating what is increasingly a post-cash society is difficult without a smartphone—even those in need asking for donations on the street have QR codes.

There’s also the loneliness that many elderly people experience, as their children live far away from them, having found work or built a life elsewhere. They might have uprooted their own lives to join them, losing soft ties to their community and the familiar faces that accompanied them as they went about daily life.

Those elderly people who leave their hometown for other cities are called laopiao, or “old drifters.” “It’s not every country where grandparents would move to another city just to look after their grandchildren,” says Huang Chenkuang, a ceramics artist in Beijing. Huang’s mother is one of them—she left her community to take care of Huang’s sister’s children.

This part of the elderly population can live limited lives, moving between just three physical locations: the place they go to buy groceries, where they drop their children off from school, and their own community complex.

Huang’s mother didn’t move far. Originally from Jiangxi, she moved to Zhejiang, a six-hour drive away, and the living habits of those two southern provinces are similar. Had she moved to a northern province, “like Beijing, that would have been more difficult for her,” Huang says. Whenever her mother comes to visit her in Beijing, she complains about the dry climate and about how she can’t buy the dishes she eats from her hometown. “She’s not the kind of person who can quickly join people in a new place and dance with them,” Huang says. Instead, she learnt to dance from a teacher on Douyin who had a livestream every evening.

“She would suddenly cook a dish I'd never seen her cook before,” Huang says. Liangpi, a kind of flat noodle usually dressed with cucumber and vinegar, isn't common in the south, but her mother presented her with the dish. Her mother picked up new hobbies, and with them, smartphone habits.

“All the attention is no longer on you, because there’s a highly entertaining toy there,” Huang says. “Sometimes when I go home, I will be a bit worried. I feel we might have chatted more one-on-one in the past, talking about recent events.” As elderly people post content of their own on Douyin, the gap between generations when it comes to online anxieties is closing. “Sometimes she’ll say, ‘I haven’t used it in several days and I’ve lost fans!’” Huang says of her mother.

While other apps, such as WeChat, require users to add friends to be able to comment and view their updates, Douyin makes it easy to connect to strangers and opens up the possibility of getting a response from people outside their normal circles. On Douyin, any user can comment on a video. It pushes recommended “friends” to users depending on who they’ve added already, so it is easy to add new people, and once you become “friends” with someone on the app, you can chat and video call.

The app also encourages users to upgrade their video-editing skills, or develop them. Gao proudly showed me a video where he cut shots of himself diving into a river near his home where he swims in all seasons. It’s the result of a five-day short-video editing course, which he took after seeing an advert on the platform. There, he learned about camera angles and framing; he wasn’t interested in the bits of it that taught how to make money from videos. He places a bowl in front of him and angles his phone. “I make sure it takes up a third of the screen.”

There are now elderly Chinese influencers whose fans number beyond their own demographic. Many more consider themselves content creators, if not for money, for their own enjoyment and mental well-being. They don’t want to be forgotten. “For them,” Li says, “Their grandparents have already faded away.” Li’s grandfather keeps track of when his grandson likes his videos. He’ll ask, “Did you see that I uploaded this yesterday?” Li says. He wants to know that his grandson cares.

[33max]

How about one where Max going to college way younger than his peers and becoming a TA to Daniel, who went to college late after working for a bit? :)

thank you for this and… here is some word vom!!! I’m sorry in advance!!!

prompts to save me from hurricane ian boredom

Daniel is 27 years old when he makes the decision to go to college. His parents are shocked, and equally delighted when he tells them - he knows that for a long time they worried about him, wondering if he would ever get his shit together and hold down a stable job. His mum spent hours laying awake at night wondering where Daniel was, if he was okay, if he’d made it home to his little shared flat in the city. Daniel still feels a lot of guilt about it, and more than anything he wants to prove to his family that he can do more than his shitty job at the local fuel station.

His mum had always promised that as long as he’s happy, she’s happy. That it doesn’t matter what Daniel does, or doesn’t do. She promises him that she is already proud of who he is, but as soon as he sees her face light up when he tells her he’s going to college he is filled with a determination to see this through. He’s never stuck with anything in his life, not even hobbies, but he’s going to stick with this.

He applies to study Physiotherapy, and because he’s been out of the education system for a while he has to complete a foundation year, or an extra year, to help him adapt to an academic environment.

The first few weeks are hard. He goes to his lectures in the morning, he has a seminar with his TA, Max, in the afternoon, he then works the late shift at the fuel station. He studies while he’s eating breakfast, lunch and dinner. It’s exhausting, he never has any free time anymore, but the messages he receives from his parents help him power through.

Mum: We hope your lecture goes well this morning! Dad is making BBQ for dinner if you want to pop in after your shift, we don’t care how late you finish 🍖 Love Mum ♥️

Dad: Sent you $20, make sure you get a good lunch before your seminar this afternoon. Proud of you.

Sometime during his third week, his TA asks him to stay behind after the seminar for a catch up.

“So, how are you finding everything?” Max asks, leaning casually against the side of the desk. He never sits at it, only on it. His thighs look even thicker where they meet top of the desk. Daniel can’t and won’t think about that.

Max is young. Younger than Daniel. Younger than most of the students taking this foundation course. He’s got soft blue eyes that crinkle around the edges when Daniel makes silly jokes in the seminar, and a wide set mouth that sometimes makes Daniel lose his train of thought.

“Uh, yeah it’s going okay I guess,” Daniel shrugs, noncommittal, before asking “Am I… doing okay in class?”

“You’re doing fine, mate,” Max reassures him, “Your input during the seminars is great.”

That’s relieving to hear, Daniel has been worried that he’s not keeping up, that he’s already falling behind his peers.

“You’ve not been to my office hours…” Max says, head tilted to the side slightly, questioning.

“Oh,” Daniel says awkwardly, “It’s not that I don’t want to, or that I don’t think that would be really helpful or anything… I just… can’t.”

It’s true. He can’t. Max’s office hours are 4pm-6pm every day, and Daniel starts work at 4:30pm.

“Oh?” Max asks, head tilting the other way now. Daniel tries to hold the eye contact that Max is making with him, but everything about Max is a little intense and Daniel feels transparent, like he’s not got anything interesting inside for Max to see.

“I have work…” Daniel explains, putting his hands in his pockets so Max can’t see him anxiously picking at the skin around his fingernails.

“Oh mate, you should have said!” Max says, before pulling his phone out and bringing up his calendar, “I’m happy to make accommodations, let’s work something out.”

#they meet at a coffee shop every Saturday afternoon #max keeps Dan motivated when he’s struggling with the course #max stays up late to help whenever Daniel is panicking about an exam #and of course they fall in love #it’s very tender and sweet #neither of them admit it until Daniel has passed his foundation year and Daniel is no longer Max’s student #writing #answered #anonymous

[jaimebluesq]

WIP Wednesday 07/27

So... I started that WangSang roommates fic :D

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...Lan Qiren cleared his throat, attracting everyone's attention.

“As you no doubt heard, there was a severe storm last night here in Cloud Recesses. Unfortunately, it has hit some parts of our sect grounds harder than others. As a result, there will be no classes today...”

He felt as if he could float on air. Nie Huaisang's mind immediately tuned out the rest of Lan Qiren's speech and began going through his options for things to do with his day – should he paint, go birdwatching, or simply head back to bed? The possibilities were endless, and for once, he was looking forward to the day ahead. Before he could decide on what to do, the crowd around him began breaking up, and despite the announcement of no class, most of the students seemed upset for some reason. He shrugged – if they missed classwork and assignments and boring lecture after boring lecture, then that was their problem. Nie Huaisang planned on taking full advantage of this opportunity for relaxation.

He returned to his dorm and sat on his bed, tapping the blanket with his fingers as he tried to decide on what to do. Despite his initial tiredness, the announcement had made him too excited to go back to sleep – though perhaps he would take a nap later in the day. Between painting and birdwatching, he finally decided on the latter – that way, if Lan Qiren changed his mind and called everyone back to class, Nie Huaisang would be nowhere near the area to hear the announcement. With that decided, he got up and began searching his room for a small birdcage, just in case he was able to catch one.

He was on his knees with his head under his bed when there was a knock at the door. He grimaced, wondering who it could be and what they wanted. He hadn't grown close to any of the students in attendance as most of them were more interested in learning and training, and all Nie Huaisang wanted to do was nap, paint, and have fun. Life was too short to waste it on things that didn't matter!

He reluctantly rose onto his feet and stumbled over to the door, surprised to see Lan Wangji himself on the other side, a bag over the shoulder of his immaculate robes, while his immaculate hair framed his immaculate face with its lack of emotional expression. If there was ever someone who looked like they were allergic to fun, that person was Lan Wangji.

But what was he doing at Nie Huaisang's door?

“Can I help you, Lan-er-gongzi?”

Lan Wangji didn't answer; he simply looked at Nie Huaisang as if he should know the answer.

“If you're here to inquire about my dorm, it weathered the storm fine last night. It was quite the light show, though.”

Lan Wangji's face shifted slightly, and Nie Huaisang had the distinct sense that he was not only being judged, but judged severely lacking... then again, that was a far too familiar sensation. “Did Uncle not explain?”

“About there being no classes?” He nodded. “I thought it was rather good news, but I know not everyone feels the same way.”

Something in Lan Wangji's expression made Nie Huaisang want to take a step backwards.

“My home was damaged,” he said simply. “I have been assigned here.”

Nie Huaisang's brow furrowed. “Here? What do you mean assigned here?”

Lan Wangji was apparently unwilling to wait for him to understand what he was saying – the boy pushed into the room past Nie Huaisang, who was left spluttering at how rude it was. So much for the Lan rules – there had to be something in the rules against forcing one's way into someone else's home, right?

“You didn't listen to the full announcement,” Lan Wangji concluded, but froze mid-way through the room, his eyes scanning from one end to the other. Aside from the cluttered second bed, there were rolls of parchment scattered all over the place, incense ashes spilled next to the bed, and at least three pairs of shoes that were left in different areas. Lan Wangji lifted a hand to his temple as if he were about to have a headache. “Visiting students have to share with us until our homes are fixed.”

And Lan Wangji had been assigned here - to his room, where he slept and ate and painted and read spring books and did other things. Nie Huaisang's shoulders drooped as the reality of the situation sunk in. “B-but, I-” Lan Wangji's head turned so that he could shoot Nie Huaisang a glare. He gulped. “I... wasn't expecting visitors, let alone a roommate.”

“Nevertheless, you have one.”

Perhaps he'd be able to talk to Lan Xichen and ask for an exception – he and Nie Mingjue were close, and the older boy often gave in when Nie Huaisang pleaded with him for attention or a gift (much to his brother's dismay). Until then, however... “Just give me a few moments to get the bed cleared up. I promise, it's not dirty, really, just cluttered.”

Lan Wangji strode forward and reached out a hand to grab the first item he saw on the bed, a book opened face-down with a familiar cover – Nie Huaisang jumped forward to take it from him before he could see the contents. “That's... personal reading. You wouldn't care for it.”

You'd have to have a personality and like to have fun for that.

TBC...

#wangsang #nie huaisang #lan wangji #omg they were roommates #odd couple vibes #wip wednesday

[wraenata]

i meant to send you an ask a while ago but irl stuff distracted me and i forgor ahsjdkdfk

but ANYWAY. now im here so 16 25 and 27 for the ask game! 💜

Oof sorry I took a bit, had to catch up on everything!

16. Thoughts on mint chocolate chip

I love mint chocolate chip. What kind of toothpaste are you all using that you think they taste the same?! XD I love mint. My tums which sustain me are mint flavored haha

25. Would you say you have good taste in music?

Oh definitely not. See, we were not allowed to listen to secular music growing up. That means anything that was not christian music. So for the longest time it was just songs from disney movies or christmas music. I actually grew to hate christian music. I told my parents and sister I just preferred quiet to music so I could mayyybe convince them to turn it down. So much fighting with my sister over this oof.

So yeah, in middle school I discovered the warrior cat fandom on youtube, and that was my first intro to "real" music. So many amvs (cause yeah I started when amvs were the things before maps got popular). Had to watch in secret though. I didn't really start listening to music until COLLEGE. And even then I only had youtube, so finding new music was relegated to what fandom video someone made. The first song I had an emotional reaction to was Talk by Coldplay lol. It was actually a tmnt idw panel video about the aftermath of city fall haha. I used to write the lyrics of these new songs I discovered in my notebooks during college lectures oof.

Though it's gotten easier over the years, that is primarily how I have discovered music. I probably tell you exactly where every song I have saved came from fandom wise. That's why I love when you guys make playlists, it introduces new music to me.

Sometimes I like to try and guess the artist of a song, or the decade, and my bestie is always proud of me when I get it right XD

So yeah my taste in music is really weird, it's whatever is thrown in front of me that I decide I like. The only band I can think of that I found on my own with no fandom connection would be AJR, and that's a stretch because it came off of She-Ra sort of.

27. What is your go to outfit?

You know all those shows growing up where there were always girl characters where they were always total fashionistas? Couldn't be me. Could never ever ever relate. Ever.

My preferred outfit is a graphic tee with a cute animal on it, and jeans or capris. Still getting used to wearing shorter shorts haha. If it's cooler I have several baggy sweatshirts I have amassed over the years. If I'm at home it's tshirts and pajama pants haha. I don't like to be fancy. All of my shoes are grey.

Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you have a wonderful day and no phone screen cracks!

#ask game #long post #wren askbox #my religious trauma do be seeping into every aspect of my life isn't it XD #thats the way it goes #<3

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

5 7 27 35 42 any or all but im curious lol

Ty for the ask! I was gonna answer last night, but I was too tired lol

5) Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Liila: No. The closest thing Liila can do to this would be to make her expression blank completely and switch to a monotone. Her friends know that usually when she does this, it's because she's very, very upset, so if they see it happen, it's a bit like seeing her cry, and they will find the culprit and harass them until they find out what happened. Liila may have done this once or twice when she didn't need to in order to see what chaos might unfold.

Mitchell: He's dead, so his tear ducts are dry. No crying for him, even when it's legit.

Haa'aji: He probably could, and all he'd have to do is think 'Tears, now', but I doubt he'd do it, unless he was trying to convince an enemy that he was injured to the point of tears so that they could get close enough for him to turn the tables and m u r d e r them

7) What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Me

Liila: "Dragonlily!"

Mitchell: "O'hara!"

Haa'aji: I'm not yelling shit because if anyone's gonna figure out I made them, it's him and I don't want him seeking vengeance for all the shit I put them through. Because he would.

Best Friend

Liila: No words are needed. Haa'aji always knows where she is.

Mitchell: "Hey, Mitch!" or "Mitch, come back!" or "I guess now I have to find another mage!" and he will come grumbling back.

Haa'aji: "Haa'aji, no."

Lover

Liila: They can say anything; she will recognize their voice and come to them quickly.

Mitchell: Same as Liila. If someone gets close enough to him to be considered his lover, then he knows their voice and will be heading to them the second he hears they're nearby.

Haa'aji: "Babe, you seein' this shit?" And he will be RIGHT there, wanting to know what is going on. Because of course he's seeing this shit and everything else happening around you, he just wants to know which thing you're seeing, so that he can respond appropriately.

27) What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

Liila: When Liila was High Priestess, she received a very unbecoming painting of her. She stared at it and then stared unblinking at the person giving it to her until they were uncomfortable enough to make an excuse to leave and shuffled away.

Mitchell: Mitchell was given some honorary medal for helping around Dalaran. He handed it back.

Haa'aji: He has gotten plenty of things he doesn't want, and doesn't really consider any one thing to be a worst gift. He just disappears and leaves the person holding the item he doesn't want.

35) What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Liila: Liila once feared a paladin off a cliff. She figured he would pally bubble before he hit the bottom. He did not. She considers that she may have been partially at fault for what happened there.

Mitchell: Mitchell stole a sheep from the Royal Apothecary Society and then lied and told guards that he had turned another Forsaken into a sheep to get out of having to explain why he was carrying a farm animal around (It was for science).

Haa'aji: All of his choices are morally questionable, but the smallest one would probably be letting an unintended target ingest a mild poison so that his actual target wouldn't catch on.

42) If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Liila: How To Not Be An Asshole To Your Fellow Herbalists

Mitchell: He could probably do a thousand TED talks on magic or tailoring or alchemy. Get him talking and he will go forever <3

Haa'aji: He will come up in the middle of someone else's lecture to start 'correcting' them with wildly inaccurate lies facts about how whatever the topic is really works.

Thank you again for the ask <3 This was fun <3 <3

#tag and ask game #oc: Liila Dragonlily #oc: Mitchell O'hara #oc: Haa'aji

[edmchu123]

TIME OF POST: 9:51 PM

This morning, I woke up at 11:20 AM. I got about 6 hours of sleep and then went to meet with friends on campus. My goal for the day is to finish my math project and then catch up on lectures. I have been falling behind because of lack of sleep and want to try to catch up.

For lunch, I went to in n out and caught up with a friend, and learned a lot about her. After eating, I had a meeting to attend and got Epic at Ackerman with my friends. It was very good and the pasta tasted very authentic. Todays day was a 8/10. It was a very good day to myself but I need to catch up on a lot of work.

#Youtube