#I have childhood trauma from people making fun of me for liking owls too much in elementary school lol. but I was passionate

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The Owl House Series Finale Thoughts, part 1

So, now that I’ve had time to vent and gather my thoughts I can say that The Owl House series finale, was a letdown. 

There were strong elements: the animation, the voice acting, the music, all incredible. I do deeply appreciate the hard work and talent the crew brought in making this show and how many people have felt represented and seen by the show’s inclusivity and themes. I feel that this show will be beloved and remembered for a long time.

However, I feel like the show made critical errors that actually undermined what it set out to do. Before I get into my thoughts, let me explain how I got into this show:

I happened to stumble upon the show because it looked neat and heard that the show creator also worked on Gravity Falls, another show I enjoyed. The first season was fun; bright, clever, and you could tell it wanted to tell a larger story with deep and meaningful themes. Season 2A was also fun and it had begun to depict a darker, more mature world. I didn’t think too much of the show, it was just fun, a typical kids’ cartoon show with good storytelling and memorable characters. Nothing really grabbed me about the show.

Until Hollow Mind.

Long-term fans will remember people being disappointed by the episode because they became attached to Fanon Philip that had appeared during the hiatus and we got something completely different in canon. How did this seemingly sweet young man turn into Emperor Belos? Turns out, he’s just a dick. A huge, murderous dick with a hero complex. 

I wasn’t there for Fanon Philip but what drew me to Belos was that in HM, his apparent backstory was in the literal background of the episode and it sparked my imagination. I joined the fandom because, like many, I wanted to know what Belos’ deal was. Many talented and creative people came up with long and compelling theories about the Wittebane brothers, speculation that was further fueled by the grimwalker reveal and Caleb appearing in Belos’ memories in King’s Tide. That speculation grew and people wrote whole fan fics and drew art depicting the trials and troubles of the Wittebanes. 

I became invested in the Wittebanes because their story was so tragic: two orphan boys who grew up in a cult, essentially forced to participate in witch hunts in an adapt-or-be-hanged situation, only for the elder to actually see the error of his ways and leave his younger brother behind, making him think he had been bewitched and that it was his duty to save him. 

We got more scraps of information in Thanks to Them, the most important being how the brothers only had each other and became witch-hunters to fit in. In For the Future, Caleb’s apparition appears--whether a ghost or hallucination is unknown---above his specter is a bloody knife, Caleb stares accusingly at the wretched, shambling remains of his younger brother. Philip lashes out angrily accusing him that it was his fault and that he “tried to save his soul.” This is a highly interpretive scene, and many thought it implied Belos’ deeply buried guilt and how he always lies to himself to justify his actions. All the while, deep down knowing the truth.

With all that in mind, what did we learn in Watching and Dreaming? What made this young man who ventured out to what he thought was literal hell to rescue his brother? His only family? Only to kill him in a fit of madness and spend literal centuries trying to recreate the brother of his childhood, to erase his original sin, all the while descending into madness and depravity?

Turns out he’s a dick. A huge, murderous dick with a hero complex.

“You assume Belos’ goal comes from a genuine place,” the Titan tells Luz. And seemingly the audience because fans wanted to see this story, this foundation to all of the horror and trauma. To understand how a man becomes evil. 

Well, according to the show, he’s just like that. Luz attempts to reconcile Belos’ goal of saving humanity with her own and wonders if their morality is really so different. Silly human, the Titan says. Your goals and motives are genuine, he’s just delusional and evil. So you can take comfort in the fact that your enemies’ goals are just self-serving, but yours are the real deal. 

Sorry but this is lazy.

You can’t say people are complicated and then turn around and say actually, no some people are just delusional and power-hungry and we’ll leave it at that. It seems that, in the universe of The Owl House, only good people are complicated; Lilith cursed Eda because she was desperate to get into the Emperor’s Coven but then she spends the rest of the time trying to cure her sister. Amity bullied Willow, but only because her parents forced them to no longer be friends, Hunter was the emperor’s right hand man, but only because he’s an abused teenager. Meanwhile, the villains of the show don’t have their motives given such depth, they just act in selfish and petty ways because they just are. 

I wouldn’t be bothered by Philip’s flat characterization if the show did not waste so much time giving us hints and clues that there’s actually more to him. What a twist! The villain you thought had greater complexity is just a Standard Villain, how genius! Such clever writing!

If he’s going to be simply a metaphor and not a real character then don’t tease us with a story that suggests otherwise. Keep your story clean and concise. Don’t dangle a potentially amazing storyline that aligns perfectly with the protagonist’s only to yank it away.

This is a waste of the audience’s time and squashes what could have been a wonderfully twisted and dynamic villain. But the show wasn’t interested. It's much easier and more comforting to just say bad people are just bad and never explore why. You could never become the villain because you’re good; don’t bother worrying that you and the villain have the same goals because his aren’t genuine!

 Remember kids, people are complicated. Unless you’re a villain. 

#the owl house #toh critical #toh criticism #emperor belos #philip wittebane #luz noceda #long post #the owl house spoilers #watching and dreaming spoilers

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delicate | theodore nott x reader

song; delicate [taylor swift] pairing; theodore nott x fem!half-blood!ravenclaw!reader genre; s2l, angst, hurt comfort, fluff word count; 6k timeline; summer holidays between order of the phoenix and half-blood prince warnings; swearing, anxiety, social anxiety, implied selective mutism, panic attacks, implied traumatic childhood (of y/n), explicit traumatic background (of theo), mention of abusive parents (physical/unforgivable curse), (underage) alcohol consumption, mention of trauma-related nightmares (nothing graphic) summary; when your childhood friend daphne decides to drag you out to her family's californian beach house with her slytherin friends during the summer holidays, you are reluctant to come out of your carefully crafted shell. and then, out of nowhere, you find yourself relating to the quietest boy on the trip

i write theo based off @everlovingdeer ‘s interpretation of his character!

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"is it chill that you're in my head? 'cause i know that it's delicate."

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"You know what I think we all need after getting through our OWLs?" Daphne questioned loudly, sitting down among her friends in the Slytherin common room.

"What?" Mattheo asked, after seeing that no one else was going to say anything.

"Some rest and relaxation," she continued, "Perhaps on the sunny beaches of California?"

Draco looked at Daphne curiously, "You want us to go to California?"

She nodded, "My family has a beach house out there."

"It doesn't sound like a bad idea," Blaise added, "Who are you inviting?"

"All of you, obviously," she gestured to the people around her, which consisted of Mattheo, Blaise, Draco, Theo and Pansy, "And Millicent... and my parents would insist on me inviting Y/N if I use the beach house."

"Y/N? As in Y/N L/N? The weird Ravenclaw girl?" Blaise asked.

"She's not as weird as you think," Daphne rolled her eyes, "I grew up with her - she's just quiet."

Draco shook his head, "Whatever, I'll come as long as L/N's not a mudblood."

Daphne sighed, "She's not, but I don't see what difference that makes."

"What is she?" Pansy asked.

"Half-blood. That good enough for you blood status elitists?"

At the lack of response, Daphne stood up, "So, is that a yes from all of you? You'll come?"

They all muttered "yeah"s, apart from one.

"Nott, you gonna come?"

The boy's sharp blue eyes looked up at her, and while he appeared hesitant, he still nodded his head.

"Perfect, I'll go find Millicent... and then Y/N."

***

"Y/N," Daphne approached you in the library, and you looked at her curiously. Sure, you were childhood friends, but she generally didn't speak to you all that much anymore. "I wanted to invite you to my beach house this summer... in Cali."

Your eyes widened slightly, and you frowned at her, before asking quietly, "With who?"

"Uh, so we're looking at Malfoy, Zabini, Riddle, Parkinson, Bullstrode and Nott."

You chewed on your lip, thinking it over.

Sensing your hesitation, Daphne continued, "C'mon! We need you to balance out the girls and guys... it'll be fun!"

You frowned at her.

"We won't force you to hang out with us. You can share a room with me and you can shut yourself in there all day," she said, sitting down across from you, "I'm not just asking you because my parents would want me too... I figured you would want to avoid being home anyway."

That had you sighing, "Yeah, okay, I'll come."

Daphne's eyes brightened, "Really? Okay. Amazing. I'll owl you all the details."

You nodded, watching as she walked away with a spring in her step. Rowena, to have her confidence.

***

It was a sunny Monday morning when you appeared in the fireplace of Daphne's beach house with a brush of soot on your nose. Only Daphne was there thus far, as she had allowed you to travel earlier so as to settle in before the others arrived. She greeted you with a hug that made you stiffen up - she quickly pulled back and apologised.

"Our room is the first one on the right," she said, gesturing to the stairs that could be seen through the open door to the hallway, "Feel free to look around, and help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

You nodded, "Thanks."

"No worries," she waved her hand, "The others will be here in about a half hour."

And they were.

Zabini was the first to arrive, shortly followed by Parkinson, and then Bullstrode. Riddle came moments before Nott, with Malfoy as the last arrival.

You stood far back from the main living room, in the doorway to the hall, and watched as the friend group greeted each other warmly. All except Nott, who stood a bit away from them all with his hands shoved in his pockets and his expression unreadable. He must have felt your curious gaze on him, because his eyes flicked towards you, which made you panic and duck behind the wall. Cautiously, you then peered out again, to see that he was still looking in your direction with his brows furrowed - this time you found yourself unable to look away, despite the anxiety swarming inside of you.

"Alright," Daphne then announced, clapping her hands together so as to attract the attention of the entire room, "Here's who's sharing. Blaise and Draco, Theo and Mattheo, Pansy and Millicent - go and fight for you rooms or whatever, but the first on the right is mine and Y/N's."

Everyone was a bit too old to participate in a childish competition over bedrooms, so instead they all nodded and picked up their luggage, casually making their way upstairs while chatting to one another. All, of course, except Theodore Nott, who took up the back of the party and lingered beside you in the hallway for the briefest of moments.

Daphne remained stood in the lounge, watching as the others left, and made eye contact with you the second they were all gone.

"Nott caught your attention?" she said immediately, which instantly got a panicked reaction out of you.

"N- No- I- I just-"

"Babe, it's okay to be attracted to people, you know? That's normal. No need to be ashamed."

You stared at her, as attraction wasn't exactly what had made you look at him - at least not attraction in that way. Still, you did not deny what she said, as someone was coming back downstairs and you didn't want them to overhear any of the conversation.

***

For the first couple of days, you didn't participate in any group activities: you were appreciating being in a safe place for once, and were shy of the others. You hid in your room when they were at the house, and only ventured out when they headed out - which was a lot, considering it was a holiday trip. Eventually, Daphne coaxed you out to join them on a beach trip on day four. You agreed, under the condition that you could stay on the dry sandy shore.

And so there you were, sat on a blanket underneath a parasol, watching the rest of the group throw around a beach ball in the sea not far away. For some reason, Nott wasn't there yet: you hadn't been informed as to why.

You curled your fully clothed arms into your body and watched the others having fun, wishing so badly that you could get rid of the fear in your chest and join in. They all looked so happy, so care-free - well, Draco had appeared to have had something on his mind over the last couple days, but he was letting go for the moment (which was something you could never do).

Then you felt a presence beside you, and turned to see that Nott had arrived - fully clothed, just like you - and taken a seat next to you on the blanket. Alarmed, you jumped a little, not sure how to feel about being so close to someone you hardly knew.

He noticed your fear, and his eyes widened in return, "Sorry," he said quietly, "Didn't mean to scare you."

You nodded as a way of telling him it was fine, watching as his eyes curiously scanned over your features.

"Theo! Where were you, mate?" Riddle called, running up to the parasol from the sea.

The boy in question shrugged.

"Needed some alone time?"

Nott then nodded, and Riddle's expression fell into one of understanding.

"You gonna join us?" he gestured to the rest of the group.

Nott shook his head.

"What about you, L/N?"

You were surprised that he had acknowledged you at all, and if you weren't already relatively mute, it would have rendered you speechless.

Your reaction told Riddle everything he needed to know, and he simply said, "No worries, at least neither of you are alone on the beach, then I'd feel bad," before running back to the water.

"Ice cream," Nott said out of nowhere, making you turn your head to him in confusion. He glanced at you. "I want ice cream."

You stared at him with your head tilted as he stood up.

"Do you... do you want to... come?"

Your head movements were saying 'yes' before your anxiety could counteract them, so you found yourself forced to stand up and follow Nott.

There was an ice cream van parked near the back of the beach, obviously muggle, with a display of both ice creams and ice lollies surrounding the window. The queue was pretty long due to the busyness of the beach, and you tentatively joined the back of it alongside Nott. Someone jostled into you as they crossed through the queue to get to the other side, which sent a lightning bolt of panic up your spine. With Nott being the only remotely familiar person around, your body instinctively moved closer to his in search of safety.

He didn't object, but instead delicately hovered his hand over your lower back, looking around for anyone else who might push into you.

When you reached the front, Nott ordered his ice cream, and then when the ice cream woman turned to you, you didn't know what else to do except point at the frozen treat you wanted. Nott read it aloud for the ice cream woman, who then typed something into her till and read out the price. After fishing in his pockets for a few muggle coins, you watched cautiously as Nott tried to make sense of them, and after a few seconds you reached into his hand and collected the right amount, before handing them to the woman.

Once your ice creams were handed to you, the two of you began walking back to the parasol in silence. It was then you realised that Nott had just paid for your ice cream, and you quickly rushed to say, "I'll pay you back."

His eyes snapped to you, making you register the fact that it was his first time hearing your voice - a privilege exclusive to very few.

"You-" he stuttered, "I-" he clearly decided not to say whatever his first thought was, and instead chose to say, "Don't pay me back."

"But-"

"Nott! Y/N!" Daphne interrupted you, as you had just reached the parasol, "You got ice cream without us?"

Nott shrugged, as he seemed to do a lot.

"Anyway, we were gonna go get some surfboards and try out the waves further down the beach," she said, "I assume neither of you are interested, but you're both still absolutely welcome."

You shook your head at her.

"Anyway, we're gonna move the stuff down with us, so you'll still have to come with if you want shelter."

When you were settled back under the parasol, this time further along the coast, and the others were trying (and failing) to catch waves, you decided it was time to pull out the book you had brought. You arranged some of the bags as pillows and curled up against them with the book securely in your hold. Nott added more to the bag-pillow situation to allow enough space for him to use them as well from a comfortable distance - and you glanced up from your book to watch as he closed his eyes.

He must have felt your eyes on him, because he opened them again and turned his head to look at you, which made you use your book to cover your face. You could've sworn he smirked a little, before closing his eyes again - this time, he appeared to doze off.

You don't know how long you both remained like that, but you had never felt so comfortable and safe in your entire life.

***

It wasn't until the sun began setting did the others finally call it quits from the beach, and begin heading elsewhere. Daphne seemed to be pretty pleased with the tan she achieved from sunbathing, and was admiring her more golden skin as everyone walked. Bullstrode then suggested going to a restaurant - since it was too late to cook - and the others quickly voiced their agreement to the idea. You would have preferred to head back to the beach house, but you didn't want to do that alone since it was getting dark, so you sucked it up and joined them.

It was a classic beach restaurant that they chose: full of seafood delicacies. Everyone grabbed drinks from the bar before heading to a free table, and Daphne was kind enough to order yours for you. After taking a seat, she rushed to take one of the places beside you, which you were thankful for - she had always been a good friend. You were even more thankful when Nott sat on your other side, as you were more comfortable with him than most the others.

You scanned the menu for several moments before making a decision: you were a picky eater, which made it easier to narrow down the options.

"Good evening, folks, how can I help you all?" a waitress approached the table, her strong valley girl American accent immediately catching your attention.

"What are you having?" Nott asked while the others gave their orders.

You pointed at your choice, and watched in surprise as he ordered both for himself and for you when his turn came. Upon observing the reactions of the rest of the table, you realised they were surprised too - especially Daphne. You didn't like all eyes being trained in your direction, and stared at your lap out of embarrassment.

Eventually, conversation on the table continued while you waited for the food to come. You had no idea what to do with yourself while you waited, finding yourself staring at the bags you had all brought from the beach that were settled by the table.

Upon allowing yourself a glance at Nott, you saw that he too was staring at a random spot, and it was at that moment you felt a strange sense of solidarity with him. For the first time in your life, you felt an overwhelming desire to talk to someone and get to know them, regardless of the consequences.

If only your anxiety allowed you to do that.

***

The following day, it quickly became evident that there would be no event of the day, and that most people would be lounging around the beach house. You knew the solitude in the place wouldn't last forever, but were still disappointed when you came down for breakfast to find the kitchen diner occupied by a couple others. However, your heart flipped when you saw that Nott was one of them: he was sat at the breakfast bar with a bowl of cereal and a book.

Your entrance caused him to look up, and for the briefest of moments, your eyes locked with each other and your heart flipped a second time. Rowena, what was wrong with you?

Discreetly, you ventured over to the fridge to see what surprises it held in store for you, and were delighted to see a brand new pot of yoghurt. You prepared it in a bowl and poured honey over the top, before grabbing a spoon and settling down at the breakfast bar - in the spot right next to Nott, since most of the bar was covered in letters and random possessions and therefore uninhabitable.

It was strange that you didn't feel scared to be so close to him.

After breakfast, you hid yourself back in your and Daphne's room with your book, finding yourself quickly lost in the fantasy world. You went back out a few times for food and drinks, but didn't properly put down the book until music started playing loudly downstairs. Curious, you decided to investigate, and found everyone dancing and drinking alcohol.

"My mum started collecting muggle CDs a while back," you heard Daphne explain to Zabini and Parkinson while you lingered in the doorway, "My dad always claimed to be against it, but he got her this muggle CD player thingy for her birthday."

"What's a CD?" Parkinson asked, which made you chuckle to yourself.

That was when you spotted Nott stood outside on the decking - alone - with the sliding doors shut behind him. You frowned, and found that your body was pushing you in his direction without consulting your brain. On the way, you grabbed a cider from the twelve-pack on the sideboard, and cracked it open before opening the glass door.

You shut it behind you, marvelling in how the sound of music instantly quietened, and approached Nott. The beach house was situated on a hill, meaning the decking doubled as a balcony of sorts on one side of it, and that was where he was: resting his arms on the rail.

He was evidently surprised to see that it was you.

"I thought you were Mattheo," he said blankly, like a filler statement.

"Sorry to disappoint," you said under your breath, but it wouldn't have been difficult for him to hear.

He glanced at you with a small frown, and you realised that he must be at least tipsy with how expressive he was being.

"I'm not disappointed," he finally said, staring at the view of the sea and lit-up beach houses in the dark.

You took a sip of the cider before resting your arms on the railing a short distance from him, gazing at the admittedly gorgeous view in all its tranquility.

"I was surprised you came on this trip," he broke the silence with a softened tone.

"Wasn't everyone?" you replied, treasuring how easily the words were leaving your mouth.

He hummed.

"I'm surprised you came," you said, which made him look at you.

"Why?"

"Well, not before the trip, but now I know more about you, I'm surprised you came. Beach trips don't seem like your cup of tea."

You felt small with how he stared at you then, beginning to regret saying the longest sentence you had said since you were a young child. The negative thoughts disappeared when Nott spoke again.

"Anything to get away from home." He said it under his breath, as if there was a serious meaning behind it, which you highly suspected there was. "What about you?"

"Hm?"

"You," he repeated, "Beach trips don't seem like your cup of tea either."

You took another sip of the cider. "Same reason as you."

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, the sliding door opened and the volume of the music increased tenfold. Riddle, evidently under the influence, walked through the door with the biggest grin on his face.

"Theo, my man, what are you doing out here?" he then looked at you, "Ooh, sorry, have I interrupted something?"

"Go back inside, Matt," Nott sighed, "You're very drunk."

He shook his head, and threw an arm over your shoulder clumsily, which caused frozen fear to ripple through your veins. "How are you this fine evening, Y/N?"

It was easy to get out of his hold while he wasn't sober, and you quickly bolted inside and all the way through to the stairs, having dropped your cider on the outside decking. Nott stared at the golden liquid leaking on to the wooden floor, before looking up at Riddle exasperatedly. The latter's face was guilt-ridden, but the former didn't care in the slightest.

"What the fuck, mate?" Nott spat, before running inside after you.

Daphne had seen you hurry past, and was just on her way to check on you when she saw that she had been beaten to the punch. All she could do was watch, mesmerised, as the person she was least close to out of everyone there (and not out of lack of trying on her behalf) appeared desperate to make sure you were okay.

Upstairs, you sat curled up by the foot of your bed, rocking back and forth as tears threatened to spill out. Their threats weren't empty, and your cheeks were soon dampened and flushed.

A knock sounded on the door, but you ignored it.

"Y/N?" it was Nott- Theo.

After you didn't reply, you watched as he gently pushed the door open and peered in, quickly spotting you. Silently, he walked over to you and sat down, not right next to you, but pretty close by. You flinched at the proximity.

"I won't hurt you," he said softly, "I couldn't."

You glanced at him unsurely.

"I could never hurt anyone, I don't think. I know too much of what it's like to be hurt for no reason."

You sniffed, shifting over to Theo slightly, as you understood what he was implying and it made you more inclined to trust him.

"Who?" you asked quietly.

"My dad," he said, his voice turned hollow, "He's a fan of the Cruciatus Curse."

Your eyes widened - your body was moving to embrace his before you could stop it. Theo stiffened when you first wrapped your arms around his torso, but he soon relaxed and returned it.

You felt droplets begin to dampen the top of your head, making it apparent to you that Theo had started crying as well. Neither of you commented on it, and instead remained curled up on the floor of the bedroom in wordless tranquility for Merlin knows how long.

***

It was a cold sweat that you woke up in, before the sun was even threatening to rise. Your chest was tight and your breathing was uneven, but you were relieved to be awake. You looked over at Daphne, who was sound asleep in her twin bed, and let out a massive breath. It had been a while since you'd had a nightmare like that.

Thirsty. You were thirsty. You needed water.

Quietly, but shakily, you crept out of bed and across to the door, wincing when the dim hallway light blinded you. You stumbled over to the bathroom door, only to find that it was locked.

It opened moments after you had tried the handle.

"Y/N?" Millicent.

You blinked at her a couple times.

"Is... is Daphne in there alone?" she gestured to your bedroom.

You nodded, confused.

"Do you think she'd want to see me?"

It finally registered what Millicent was insinuating, and you nodded thoughtlessly, waving her in the direction of Daphne. She thanked you, and as you shoved your head under the bathroom tap, you realised that the prior interaction likely meant you were out of a place to sleep for the night: which was especially unideal due to you still being shaken from the nightmare.

When you left the bathroom, you decided to go downstairs and potentially crash on one of the sofas, but soon discovered that Mattheo was passed out on one of them. Evidently, he had been too drunk to even make it up the stairs.

It also meant that Theo was alone in his room.

Maybe you were still out of it from the nightmare, or maybe you didn't feel close enough to Mattheo to crash on the other sofa next to him and decided Theo was the better option - maybe it was both. Either way, you found yourself stumbling back up the stairs and across the hall to the room you knew to be Theo's.

You didn't knock, you just opened the door. It was when the door shut behind you that you came to your senses, but it was too late - Theo had woken up.

"Y/N?" he said quietly, in a raspy deep voice.

"Hi," you mumbled, tucking your arms behind you awkwardly.

"You okay?" he sat up straight, more alert than moments before, with his eyebrows furrowed.

You didn't know what to say in response.

He got out of bed and walked over to you, trying to analyse your face in the darkened room. All you could do was gaze up at him; as you stared into his shadowed eyes, your mind went blank of any prior concern. Once he had deduced that you weren't crying, he asked, "What are you doing here?" It wasn't a confrontational or rude question, just a curious and confused one.

"I-" you paused, not knowing what to say, "Bullstrode- Millicent- went in with Daphne."

"Oh."

"I- I should-"

"You need a place to sleep then?"

Ashamedly, you nodded, feeling blood rush to your ears.

"Okay," he said simply, walking back over to the double bed he had been sharing with Mattheo the last few days.

You stared at his silhouette as he got back under the covers.

"Getting in or not?" he said, his voice muffled from his head being buried in the pillows.

Just like that, your body snapped to life and you hurried to the other side of the bed, slipping under the covers and appreciating the warmth they had to offer. For a few moments, you lay in silence, but you could tell that Theo was still awake from his breathing pattern.

"I had a nightmare," you said under your breath, hoping you wouldn't have to repeat yourself.

Theo turned over to face you. "You want to talk about it?"

You shook your head.

"Okay."

Then you asked him a question, but you were nervous to ask it, so muffled your words with the pillow.

"Hm? I didn't catch that."

You repeated it, still talking into the pillow.

"Still didn't get that," he said tiredly, his eyes closed.

"Canwecuddle?" you said as quickly as you could to make up for the lack of self-protective muffling.

You expected more of a reaction from Theo, but he simply hummed and extended an arm towards you. For a few seconds, you stared at it, but eventually rolled on to the limb, to then be pulled into his body pretty tightly. Touch had always scared you - no, petrified you - but, as you rested in Theo's warmth, all you could feel was safe.

***

Day six was the last full day in the beach house, and you were sad to have to think about heading back home. Still, you were hiding from everyone - you and Theo sleeping in the same bed had been the hottest topic of the group ever since a hungover Mattheo stumbled back into his bedroom in the morning to get a change of clothes.

With you staying in the shadows, nothing more happened between you and Theo that day, apart from sitting beside each other during meals.

Day seven - the day of departure - was a depressing day for you. You stood in the living room with your packed bags, watching as everyone hugged each other and stepped into the fireplace. Daphne would obviously be the last to leave, and as you stood in front of her to say your goodbyes, she offered you a fist bump. At that, you couldn't help but smile, and connected your fist with hers.

"Bye, Nott," she said, looking past your shoulder to the boy, who was the last of the others left.

After he didn't provide a verbal reply, you turned to look at him, and just the sight of him made your smile stretch even wider. In the corner of your eye, you watched Daphne grin and slip out of the room.

"I'll see you back at school, yeah?" he said.

You nodded enthusiastically. "Of course."

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, but then he leaned down to quickly peck your lips. "Don't feel shy about coming up to me."

Not even the most powerful erasing spell could get the grin off your face, and as you watched Theo step into the fireplace with a handful of floo powder, you found your fingers delicately brushing over the skin of your now-tingling lips.

***

Like usual, you arrived at Platform Nine and Three Quarters alone, which was better than the alternative. You scanned the crowd for the one person that you desperately wanted to see above all else, but had no luck. When the conductor began beckoning students on to the train, you sighed and started pulling your trunk behind you as you made your way to the shiny red transport. It didn't take long to get your trunk sorted away and find yourself an empty compartment, due to you being one of the few students that didn't spend the last few moments saying goodbye to loved ones.

Despite Theo's last words to you, you were beginning to feel anxious that he wouldn't want to see you - scrap that, you had been feeling anxious all summer about it. You hadn't seen or heard from him since the trip.

And then, out of nowhere, your compartment door slid open and in came Mattheo, Theo and Daphne - in that order. They all greeted you, with Theo in particular sitting by your side. You couldn't take your eyes off him, and were struggling to suppress the smile that wanted to break out: he could likely see the way the corners of your mouth twitched.

He didn't say anything to you, but instead slipped his hand into yours. It was only then you realised that he was shaking and immediately grew worried. The look in your eyes silently asked the obvious question.

Theo shook his head. "Later."

You nodded, squeezing his hand tightly and moving into his side.

***

Rumour had it that potions was significantly better now that Snape had been replaced by Slughorn - although, as a result, defence against the dark arts had gotten significantly worse. The inconsistency of DADA professors had always been a massive stressor for you at the beginning of new years, wondering whether you would be taught by someone who was understanding of your needs or not.

Though, your main focus at the beginning of sixth year was everything that Theo had to tell you about the remainder of his summer holidays.

You had already guessed most of it before you had a chance to talk in private: his father had been particularly abusive after the beach trip, as he was prone to be whenever he was about to not have Theo as a punching bag for a long period of time. Apparently, it was even worse than past summer holidays, due to the stress Nott Sr was under as a death eater.

Thus, your mind had been too absent to properly acknowledge the fact that Snape was the second worst DADA professor that you had ever had - second only to Umbridge. You had hoped that last year's bad luck in the professor department had meant you would have some more luck this year - it hadn't. Plus, after dropping potions, you had assumed that Snape would never teach you again.

"Miss L/N," Snape drawled, snapping you out of your thoughts, "I asked you a question."

You stared at him blankly.

"Surely, as a Ravenclaw witch, you would be capable of developing some other means of communication if unable to talk."

The panic lit aflame in your core: it then felt as if the walls around you were closing in, and as if every pair of beady fellow student eyes were pinned on you like hawks.

Your heartbeat quickened.

Your temperature spiked.

Your eyes watered.

And then, your fight or flight response kicked in - yours being almost always the latter. You were out of your seat and darting out the room faster than a golden snitch, running down the corridors with blurred vision. You only stopped running when you rounded the corner and almost ran into McGonagall. She appeared about to scold you for sprinting in the corridors, but then noticed your state, and hurried to move you into an empty nearby classroom.

"There you go, sit down," she pulled out a chair for you, which you practically collapsed into, sobs scraping out of your throat. "Whatever happened, Miss L/N?"

All you could do was look up at her silhouette through your teary eyes.

"Did you come from a lesson?"

You nodded.

Realisation dawned on the Gryffindor head's face. "Professor Snape's lesson, by any chance?"

Again, you nodded, still choking through sobs.

You watched as McGonagall grew pensive and stood back, her posture alarmingly straight.

"Th- Theo," you stuttered out.

"Theo? Theodore Nott?" You could tell McGonagall was marvelled at hearing you speak - even if it was just one word.

Another nod from you.

"Did he upset you?"

You frowned, shaking your head hurriedly.

"Would you... like me to fetch him?"

Your reaction told her the answer, and she swiftly exited the room, to return several minutes later with the boy you so desperately desired comfort from - with worry ridden on his face. The second he was fully in the classroom, you barrelled forward into his chest, only faintly hearing the door shut as McGonagall slipped back out.

"I'm here now, darling," he murmured, holding you tightly, "I'm here."

"Why?" you cried, muffled by his jumper, "Why do I overreact so much?"

"Because you've been taught that you aren't safe," he said gently, "As have I."

You hugged him even harder.

***

-THREE YEARS LATER-

***

"I'm home," Theo's voice echoed throughout the house.

You immediately shot up from your seat and ran to the entrance lobby, where your handsome husband was taking his shoes off.

"Someone's excited to see me."

"Shut up," you mumbled, moving into his embrace nonetheless, "I've had a long boring day of painting walls."

"You've been decorating without me?"

"Just the guest rooms," you waved your hand dismissively after parting from his hold.

"Surely it can't have taken long with magic."

"Maybe if we'd gotten a smaller house."

Theo smiled sheepishly, "My family's money was gonna sit in that vault forever if we didn't use it."

Ever since Nott Sr had been sent to Azkaban for life, the Nott manor and contents of the Nott vault had been left to his only child: Theo. Due to Theo's dark memories of his childhood house, he sold it, and together you spent a couple years searching for a new place to call home.

"We hardly used any of the money from the vault for this place," you rebuked, "We bought this with the money from the old house."

"Ah, fair point," he kissed you delicately on the lips.

"D'you think it's too big?"

"Who cares? As long as it's a fresh start for the both of us."

You couldn't believe it had only been two years since Voldemort's demise, and three since you began a relationship with Theo. Perhaps his proposal right after the Battle of Hogwarts had been too soon, but you knew that there was no one else you could ever feel the same way about. Theo was the closest thing to family you had ever had, and marrying him made him that official - you had been nothing but elated when he asked you.

It had been a small ceremony, of course, with only very close friends.

"I can't wait to finally live in a house full of love, darling, especially as it's with you," Theo placed a kiss on your forehead, making you shove him gently in his chest.

"That's called a home, my love," you smiled back at him.

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written; 23/08/2022 —> 23/09/2022 published; 25/09/2022 edited; —/—/——

#hogwarts #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #ravenclaw reader #halfblood reader #hp #hp oneshot #hp oneshots #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter oneshots #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfic #angst #hurt comfort #fluff

[honey-minded-hivemind]

(X men Evolution) Platonic Yandere Trio Wanda, Quicksilver and Magneto and Magneto's youngest child reader from a one night stand who has Technopathy and who's mom was killed protecting her from anti mutant groups and the social worker contacted Magneto because his name is in the birth certificate and asked him if he wanted custody of them.

Ooooo! Thank you for specifying which X-Men media you wanted! (But I only do gender neutral Readers, okay?) I'll see what I can do:

It was hard, not having your mom around anymore.

She died protecting you, doing everything in her power to keep you safe, to let you have a chance at a normal childhood, and how was she repayed? The people of your old town killed her. They had meant to kill you, but she took the bullet for you. You were lucky to be alive, lucky to have been moved to a safe place...

But...

Now you were moving in with someone you'd never met before.

He was supposedly your dad. Or at least who your mom claimed was. She'd never really mentioned him before, save when she needed to give you hope for a better future, when you'd be safe to use your powers and not be attacked for it.

His name was supposedly Magnus, and it turned out he had two other kids: Wanda and Pietro, twins.

They hadn't been mean or jealous (what was there to be jealous about? you're a younger sibling with trauma), but they did act... stange? In a way. Always hovering nearby, trying to keep the other Brotherhood teens from being near you or talking with you.

You think your first bonding moment with them was when you and the group had gone to an arcade for fun. The machines hummed with life, with energy... And you had just the game you enjoyed just waiting to be played.

The claw machine.

The poor thing hadn't been able to give a reward for all the money it was given, but you were just the person to make it right. With a few quarters, and a quick snap of electricity, you had the machine buzzing with your commands. The first stuffed animal was a hummingbird, with bright blue wings and a white stomach. The second was an owl with bright red eyes. Soon to follow were more and more little animals, until the entire plushie receptacle was filled to the brim with your rewards.

You shocked the poor guy behind the ticket counter, who looked tired and flabbergasted. And it seemed you'd surprised your siblings, too...

"Take it. They look like you," you pushed as you shoved the two birds into their arms. You'd already packed the rest of the stuffies into large plastic bags, hopefully to send to the local children's hospital.

"How does this look like me?" Pietro asked, looking over the hummingbird in blurred movements. "Couldn't it have been, like, a falcon, or something?"

"... Why an owl?" Wanda asks.

"You're fast and can perform any trick in the book. So can hummingbirds! Can you see a falcon flying backwards? Also, an owl because you've got the whole witch aesthetic, and it looks like you! It even has black and red feathers!"

"... Tch... Fine..."

"... It will be my familiar..."

"Yay! Now, let's go give the others their's!"

"Wait, you got them some too?!"

After that, the twins were just-

Everywhere.

And if they couldn't be there, one of the other Brotherhood teens was instead. It only became a problem when someone tried to bully you.

Safe to say...

"Mess with them again and you won't live to make the same mistake again!"

"Let's see how well you do in basketball now, loser!"

The guy who'd try to pick on you now earned the full ire of Wanda AND Pietro, who made his life h*ll. And what those two decreed, the others followed.

People left you alone after that.

Of course, when you wanted to hide from everyone or hide your tracks...

You messed with the computers and lights.

"Ah man, I can't see like this!"

"Is it a power outage?"

"Someone get the janitor!"

Being in control of technology was pretty awesome.

It wasn't so fun when your dad found out.

"Reader... perhaps you would like to join my Acolytes? We would have much need of your mutation."

You took one look at the people your... dad, had on his elite team... And decided:

"Um... I'm good, sir..."

"Very well... And you may call me 'father'."

"Erm... okay... Father..."

What you didn't see happening in the shadows was your father having his Acolytes preparing a space for you anyway, so one day you could be with them. What you didn't see was Wanda giving nightmares and accidents to your bully, sending them into a chaotic spiral. What you didn't see was Pietro following you wherever you went, spying from as far or near as he liked, and telling Wanda and Magneto everything he saw.

You may have thought you were being given some control, but in honesty... That control was only an illusion.

If you ever tried to leave or go to the X-Men, you'd just find yourself kept captive, bound in metal chains where no one would ever find you, save for your loving family... They wouldn't risk losing their little technopath, the one member of their small family who can temper their personalities... So don't try to run, or they'll cut off any small control you have for good.

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere magneto #platonic yandere quicksilver #platonic yandere scarlet witch #platonic yandere pietro maximoff #platonic yandere wanda maximoff #platonic yandere xmen evolution

[candyskiez]

3, 4, 5, and 13 for the toh ask game!

3: Oh this is HARD. I'm currently beginning a rewatch so this might change? Y'know y'know. But I think it's Eclipse Lake. It's just so....man. The nuance. The depth. Genuinely such an accurate portrayal of abuse. I've said it before but just. It's so realistic. I like that they don't make Hunter a perfect victim. He's rude, he's bratty, he's manipulative as FUCK in this episode. We see how he got so far as the Golden Guard. He's cunning. He's smart. He's just also insanely reckless with his life because he was taught it's irrelevant. He uses the same tactics on Amity that Belos used on Lilith. It's also a very raw depiction of an abused teenager that just. Doesn't pull any punches. I love that Amitys trauma doesn't go away and that it shows that trauma influences all kinds of relationships you find yourself in. I don't know what I can say about it that I haven't already said. It's just. An excellent episode about abuse that handles the subject matter properly. It's just fucking GOOD man

4. Hmmm. That's a good question. Honestly? Aladarius. They're interesting! I know it's. Nonsensical given we know scraps. But. Listen. Listen. They're FUN. They have it all. Weird sexual tension filled angsty rivalry, childhood best friends turnt awkward tension, comedic gold, divorced energy, absolutely loving and tender after canon, what more can I ask for? I just ..I love thinking about them. I love thinking about the possibility of what their dynamic with Odalia was like when the three of them were best friends. I like thinking about them both having so many regrets with how their relationship ended, but they can't say it. They can't get it out. Darius can't risk ever being hurt like that again, the idea of getting his heart broken again is too much, and the idea of having to be NEAR Odalia or having to think about the thousands of hurts near that is enough to make him sick, and hes trying to tell himself hes over it. Alador is just...resigned. He can't fix it. He feels like he can't. They both fucked up so bad and were...not very good people at some point but try SO hard to be better and they make me so emotional. God. With that being said they do not touch dating until their kids are grown up. Ty and gn. Also I love thinking about them having a conversation about Odalia and going "What happened to the friend we knew? Did she ever exist?" "I don't know." "...Would that be worse?" "I don't know." And. Eats a leg.

5. Oh man this is a HARD one. There's so many good ones! Genuinely just ...so many. So fucking many. One that has absolutely no canon backing in any way whatsoever is Darius and His mentor but. That probably doesn't count for many obvious reasons. So I'll take actual canon. Eda and Luz. I fucking love them. They love each other SO MUCH. Eda calling Luz her kid makes me want to scream and just. God. They're what the other needed. Eda needed someone who gave her a reason to get up and keep going. Someone to make her see the outside world. If King and Luz hadn't shown up, she would've rotted away in that tower forever. She needed a purpose, needed someone who made her stop and see that there were some people worth protecting. Luz made Eda see the outside world and. God. Goddd. And Eda being the accepting mentor she needed, offering her companionship when she needed it the most. Scared and sad and lonely, she needed someone to tell her nothing was wrong with her. She needed someone who could help her figure her weirdness out in a safe environment. And Eda was that. Eda helped her so much. And the owl family gets separated over an dover and over again and then Luz breaks that cylce of pain by COMING BACK and going, no, you know what? This doesn't get to end in tragedy. I love Eda. I love King. I love Hooty and Lilith and Camilia ad Hunter and Willow and Gus and Amity. You don't get to take this from me. I'm going to live on the isles and be happy. I'm going to live. I love my family. And just. Man. Man. Considering Eda and Luz both go through depressive periods in the show it's so. Man. MAN.

13. Season two! Simply because it has the most amount of favorite episodes. It's just a really good season man idk what to tell you.

It's. Late at night for me so sorry for incoherency wah

#the owl house #toh #owl house #toh spoilers #owl house spoilers #the owl house spoilers #aladarius

[snarkysinner]

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲.

I was born into a millionaire and privileged family, I had to act like the son of a powerful man with all the ruthlessness and calculation. This lifestyle alone is not what I molded into the serious man I can be. The endless abuse from my drunken father and the neglect from my mother, a woman who only cares about her and only her. My father started beating me when I was 10 years old, the end of the happy childhood that a child could have had ended to become a nightmare from which I cannot escape. At school the teacher talked about nightmares, she said that if we told them they would disappear, but I couldn't say about mine. My nightmare was my father, a constant hell. He used to burn out cigarettes on my skin, Searing bursts of raw agony flamed around the wounds as I involuntarily cried out. I have it all. watching my self-esteem go up in flames. Deprived me of water, which caused me to dehydrate and be in the hospital twice, making me stand in the middle of the living room all night I took it all. My father was a sadistic man. He sent me to the hospital with two broken ribs.

Tossing and turning in my sleep every night afraid of what else my father could do until he could kill me. One night I was in my room playing the guitar when he came home drunk and grabbed the guitar and threw it against the wall. That guitar belonged to my grandfather and according to him my grandfather mistreated him but he was never mean to me. Every night he is drunk doing all the same shit I still can't seem to face it because I wouldn't let him take my strengths and turn them into weakness I don't fucking need this. The only light outside the tunnel was my little sister. She brought out the good in me, her sharp wit and high self-esteem. The softer, kinder side I saved only for her.

But the apple didn’t fall from the tree and due to this, I didn’t believe in love. I saw love as a tool to get what I wanted and never pictured myself being in love with anyone. I like to toy with the girls that come my way. They bored me to be honest. I’m a sucker for someone to challenge me that pushes my limits. I was a night owl. I would whisper something soft in their ear. There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their lips, girls loosen up. I would take their virginity like a trophy and then I would give them to my friends so they could have some fun with them. Like a piece of meat. I do drugs and I’m addicted to the pain that I can inflict on other people. I was on it for a while, dunno how to put it down.

We share the girls, those are the rules for belonging to the group. but no one would dare to touch them, not without my consent, my friends knew of my bad temper and no one knew that my father was an abusive man, for all of us we were the perfect family. Too many bones inside his closet. When I played the guitar and piano I was calm but when I played the drums all the memories came like a flashback playing the sticks until my fingers went numb. Through the years I discovered that music was a way to cope with my traumas. playing just for me in the apartment that my grandfather had given me. My father stopped hitting me when I had enough strength so that he would never touch a single hair mine again and the years had passed. I was no longer the child afraid of his father, that monster had turned me into his own reflection or much worse. The damage was already done.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲.

I came to the house to see my sister play with her. My mother with a cigarette in her hand stood there behind us. I could smell the stench of cigarettes. “You are slowly becoming like your father.” Scoffing loudly. “Whose fault is that?” “I gave you the wrong name.” I stand up to face her with a scowl on my face. “You are just a coward as a mother.” She delivered a hasty slap to my face. “How dare you, I am still your mother.” “Je suis désolé mère.” I've learned the language of love known as French from my mother's side. I guess that her definition of violence and mine is something that we look at differently. My gaze pierced into hers. “You are as guilty as him for letting him do that to me. Are you going to let him beat her too? Where were you? When I was screaming your name mother?” She must have heard him and remained silent. The only person behind my grandfather I could count on was her and she never intervened. Grabbed the cigarette from her lips to tossed it on the floor and placed my foot on it.

I leisurely strode away. Every memory they left me has a bad taste in my mouth. I'm healing but the scars upon my body are still bleeding and it's been a couple years but you can see it. At this rate I’m an unkillable cockroach. I got some demons I should put to rest and some traumas that I can't forget. I headed down a dangerous road. Will I ever really be saved or did my parents actions seal my fate.?

To Be Continued…

#Jamilsolo

[breezesummers]

let people have hobbies and interests 2020

#it bothers me so much when ppl disregard or even humiliate others for their interests #it costs you $0 to just listen to them talk about what they’re excited about and show them support #and it goes a long way in terms of happiness #I have childhood trauma from people making fun of me for liking owls too much in elementary school lol. but I was passionate #and actually interested in researching a topic for once #I’m still sad I let ppl take that from me bc it wasn’t “cool” #if you like it and it makes you happy and it doesn’t hurt anybody it’s good! #also. if one more person comes after keyz I’m actually going to lose my shit. Go feral

[nocturna-iv]

For the 50 OTP challenge:

HUMA

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 11, 14, 15, 16, 19, 21, 22, 25, 27, 29, 30, 31, 35, 38, 39, 40, 41, 43, 48, 49 & 50.

I know I went way overboard and obviously I don’t expect you to answer them all. It’s a miracle I refrained from putting all 50... Take your pick! :)

You know that I am going to answer each of these questions. You know it.

About this ask

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl? Uma is the early bird and Harry is the night owl. Except in winter, where Uma sleeps much longer and Harry immediately starts waking up earlier.

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon? Harry is the little spoon. Uma grabs herself around him. It's impossible for Harry to be the big spoon. Nor is he complaining. Harry will always say that there is no better place than between Uma's thighs. He is referring to this.. too.

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle? Uma hogs the covers. I have the HC that Uma has her body temperature lower than usual. Not extreme. But her body is designed to withstand the cold of the deep sea. But she is also used to the fact that Harry always has a warmer body than other people (maybe Ben suffers from this too mmm). So she's used to hooking on her personal heater. And that makes her wrap herself in the sheets. Not because she's cold, but because of the pressure. Both LOVE to cuddle. 

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses? HARRY. ABSOLUTELY HARRY. And before they were a couple, during the winter, Harry would wake Uma up saying "Wake up, Captain or I'll have to wake you up with a kiss from your deep sleep."

5. Who usually has nightmares? Both of them. And besides all their childhood traumas. After D3, they suffer from separation nightmares. Besides that Uma gets to have moments (and nightmares) where she falls into the anxiety that she felt when Auradon used all its power and magic to find her and Uma had to flee constantly, without rest.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies? They both love watching horror movies. And they like to watch seasonal horror movies, like Black Christmas on Christmas. Both like romance movies but they don't admit it. Although they are very picky about this genre. They aren’t fans of many clichés.

14. Who kills the spiders? They don't kill spiders. They usually don't care. But if necessary, they are removed from the place. Harry usually talks to them while he takes them out "Look friend, I have no problem sharing the place with you. But the bed is only for Uma and me. Sometimes Gil. Those are the rules."

15. Who is scared of the dark? None. They grew up on the island. The darkness is very useful. And sometimes a survival tool. Although Uma can see well in the dark.

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms? None. Thunderstorms are the music of the sea. Harry grew up associating them with the sea. For Uma, thunderstorms remind her of Harry. Actually, Uma loves them. (Also, my Huma’s Spotify is called Thunderstorm hahahaha

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names? Harry. This is Harry. DARLING. Captain (cute name, cute name), Uuuuma, my queen, my goddess, luv, love, etc. 

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)? Both of them. For many things. For example, Uma for seaponies. Harry for makeup. Both for jewelry.

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day? Harry but in private *wink*

25. Who wears the other ones clothes? Uma. Harry would try but Uma is petite. But Uma wears Harry's accessories and makeup.

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower? Since they live in Auradon, they both take long showers. Much longer when they are together. They both sing in the shower. Sometimes just Uma sings while they both enjoy the tub.

29. Who is the better cook? Uma and she feeds her crew. Because a captain takes care of hers. But Harry can cook.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach? Uma. And sun baths.

31. Who is more affectionate? They have their own language. You would say it’s Harry because he is the most obvious. But Uma does everything necessary to give Harry security. The reason Harry is so self-confident is because Uma has been told how amazing, handsome, deadly, etc. he is.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays? Uma spent time outside the barrier so she has seen what the holidays are like. So she wants her crew, Gil and Harry to enjoy this kind of thing to the fullest. It's not that she loves holidays, she just wants hers to enjoy everything. In private it's Harry.

38. Who likes to star gaze? Harry and knows hundreds of thousands of stories about constellations. He knows stories from different cultures about them. He knows how to navigate by looking at the stars. Uma likes to hear him tell every story. He always tells the stories about lovers with a twist at the end, Harry always finds a way for them to be together forever in the sky.

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside? It's usually Harry. But Uma will buy hundreds of boxes if the prize is something she likes.

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent? You would think Harry is the funny one, right? But let's remember that it’s Harry who is in charge of doing Time Out to Gil in D2. So I think both of them are responsible and both of them are fun. Like... in  Festivities

41. Who cries during sad movies? Harry is de drama king. 

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one? Harry but it's because Uma wasn't going to win him a prize in a carnival. She gets things for him or takes him to places where he can get them for himself. Harry on the other hand likes the show of winning things from Uma.

48. Who loses stuff? Harry but things that aren’t important. He tends to get distracted easily (by Uma. Mainly by Uma or by taking care of the crew or by being aware of what’s doing Gil, etc). But Uma takes care of him.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger? Uma is the captain and Harry is her first mate. Uma loves to drive.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic? Harry. But Uma really believes in true love and the power it has. She grew up believing deep down in her soul that she could be more powerful than any villain if she controlled the ultimate weapon of heroes. True Love. By logic and strategy, Uma believes in True Love and True Love’s kiss. And she knows that Harry is her True Love. But Uma’s logic...  not a hopeless romantic. 

I hope you like it, luv!

#ask game #uma descendants #harry hook #descendants #huma #harry descendants #uma daughter of ursula #huma descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook x uma #uma x harry hook #disney descendants #descendants disney

[strawbunniiee]

A Girl and a Ghost Ch. 3: The King’s Revenge

SOOOOO this is the part where the plot thickens :)

if anybody else wants me to tag them in these chapters so you know when they come out i will gladly do so andksnkfs

hope you enjoy! ive had tons of fun with writing these :D

dont mind me, just lettin my frendos know that this is a thing skfnkdjf

@salamifuposey @monsterbride99 aaAAA when i initially posted this i COMPLETELY forgot to do this a a a a a sorry

King Boo was furious.

How could that peasant, that foul impure abomination of a Boo do this to his beloved crown? It contained his power, it was so incredibly important to him...

And that filthy little purple haired brat! How could she so carelessly throw a rock at him like that?

He plopped his body down in a chair and marinated in his own rage for a few minutes.

After a few moments of enraged silence, he spoke.

"...I have got to get my revenge on those two. But... how will I do it?"

King Boo began to brainstorm a way to get the ghost Rabbid and his little idiot friend in hot water.

"Torture? No, no... one of them is a ghost. It wouldn't hurt him... Torture could be done with the little nuisance however. Perhaps a bit of childhood trauma will teach her not to mess with the wrong people." he thought aloud.

He spent almost fifteen whole minutes thinking of gruesome ways to get back at them, until it finally struck him.

"...Oooh, I know. I know exactly what to do now. It'll mostly affect that bloated rabbit, but I can still do some damage to his moronic pipsqueak pal."

He grinned maliciously and floated towards the doors of his manor.

"I'm about to open up some old wounds of yours, Tommy." he said to himself.

———

Meanwhile, Phantom was racing through the sky with Jawaii in his arms, panicking. He would never let King Boo lay his foul hands on her.

They were both absolutely dead silent the whole time until Jawaii opened her mouth.

"...Do you know that guy?"

Phantom halted for a moment and looked down at the young alien he held. "...Yes, I do, but I don't think I would like to go into detail at the moment. We have a very... rough history, I will say."

"Oh... I get it. It's okay, I won't pry. I understand." Jawaii said.

"Just remember that if King Boo ever tries to hurt us, I'll make sure he will regret it for the rest of his days." promised the Rabbid ghost. "I swear on it."

Phantom resumed his flight and soared down to the ground safely. He gently set her down in the grass.

"That was actually really fun! We should do that again sometime! ...without being scared off by an evil ghost, obviously. That would just make it less fun." said Jawaii.

"I'm glad you were entertained, I suppose... King Boo is quite intimidating. And rude." said Phantom.

Jawaii put her hands on her hips. "Well, yeah! I mean, he made fun of your weight! No friend of mine is getting made fun of like that!"

Phantom laughed a bit. "Oh, don't worry, I wasn't that harmed by that statement. I er, get that all the time."

She frowned. "Why do people tease you about that, that's dumb! Besides, I think you're perfect just the way you are!" She gave him a hug.

He hugged back and smiled. "Awww... thank you. I was born like this, I can't help it you see."

"You're a giant fluffy singing ghost bunny with a mustache, I have no idea how anybody could hate THAT! Cuz I don't."

"Oh, don't make me blush from all of these compliments!" said Phantom, smiling.

Jawaii jokingly grinned evilly. "Never. I'm gonna shower you in compliments 'til you DROWN!"

She cackled maniacally as she began relentlessly saying nice things about him with Phantom begging her to stop. Soon, it became a full-on flattery war to see who could out-compliment the other. They had a grand old time.

Eventually, the sun began to set.

"Oh yikes, I better get home. I had no idea we stayed out here for so long! Mom is probably having a heart attack as we speak!" said Jawaii.

Phantom was quite alarmed, his ears sprung up in worry and concern. "She's having a what?! Oh, poor child, I hope your mother is all right..."

She burst out laughing hysterically.

"Wh-what's so funny? I thought your mother was dying!"

"No, dummy! That was an exaggeration, I meant that she's probably WORRIED about me!" Jawaii continued giggling like a maniac.

"Ah. I see now... Thank you for correcting me!" Phantom joined in on the laughter.

They got themselves together after a moment.

"Oh yeah, mind if you could fly me over to my house..? We're kinda far away from home." said Jawaii.

"Of course!" Phantom replied happily.

Jawaii climbed on his back and the two flew home.

———

After flying back to town, Phantom gently set Jawaii down in front of her home.

"See you soon, my friend. I enjoyed showing you around Spooky Trails today!" said Phantom.

"Cya tomorrow Phantom! I had a good day today too!" She ran up to him and gave him one last hug.

She walked up to her door and waved goodbye to Phantom. He waved back.

"Moooom! I'm hoooome!"

Jawaii's stepmother Stella ran in.

"Oh, Jawaii! Thank goodness you're all right! I was so worried, where were you?"

"Sorry I came home late! But I spent today with a friend of mine."

Stella had a look of pleasant surprise on her face. "You made a friend? That's so wonderful! I know you haven't really ever had any friends, honey, I'm so happy to hear that you finally made one!" She smiled.

Jawaii grinned. "Yeah! I'll tell you allllll about him! He's the best."

They sat down at the dinner table with the food Stella made.

Jawaii dug into her mashed potatoes and ate it like a wild animal that had nothing to eat for the past 3 weeks.

"Honey, chew slowly. I don't want you choking!" said Stella.

"Sorry, Mom..." Jawaii said, frowning.

"It's okay. I don't want you in the hospital or anything, especially after you just made a new friend!"

"Oh, I've known him for a while, actually. We've been hanging out together a lot!" she smiled, her mouth still full of food.

"...Jawaii, sweetie, don't talk with food in your mouth.“

"Oh yeah! Sorry again Mom.."

"Anyways, that's why you've been out so much lately? I'm so happy for you, Jawaii!" Stella smiled.

Jawaii gulped down some water. "Yep! I'm glad I'm his friend too!"

They spent dinner talking about all of the fun adventures she and Phantom had gone on.

Jawaii however, conveniently left out any mention of them being in danger, she wouldn't want to worry her stepmother of course!

"Oh yeah! I meant to ask you this, but I got totally sidetracked but where's Dad? And where's Hakai?" asked Jawaii.

"Your father is out destroying planets again, and your sister is having a sleepover with some friends of hers." said Stella.

"Ohhhh. Wonder why Dad's out so late. Hope he's alright."

"I'm sure he's fine, hon."

Jawaii had another sister though, and her name was Roe. She went to a boarding school and wasn't home most of the time.

She stretched and yawned. "Hey Mom, I think I'm gonna hit the hay today."

Stella gave her a small look of surprise. "Oh! You are? Usually you're quite a night owl. Maybe you're just tired from all your little adventures with Phantom."

Jawaii smiled. "Yeah. Maybe. Anyways, g'night Mom! Love ya, don't let the bed bugs bite."

Stella gave Jawaii a hug. "Aww, good night sweetie. Love you too.”

Jawaii ran upstairs, changed into her nightgown, brushed her teeth and jumped into bed, quickly falling asleep after her long, tiring but fun day.

———

That same night, the Mushroom Kingdom was as quiet as ever when it was nighttime. The once colorful, cheerful inviting land was deathly silent, almost hauntingly so.

Princess Peach was safely tucked in her bed, sleeping peacefully.

But little did the sleeping princess know, this would not remain for long.

King Boo had finally made it to the castle after venturing there to exact his revenge. He knew how dearly Phantom loved Peach. Breaking them apart forever would be the ultimate punishment for stepping on his turf. He knew that either way, the plan would work. If Phantom didn't come to the manor, him and Peach would be separated forever. If he did, however, it would give the vengeful king the chance to trap him and Jawaii in his manor, to torture them and possibly even kill them somehow.

He knew he could kill Jawaii, that was no problem, but Phantom...? Could he possibly do it again? ...No, he's a ghost now. He can't be killed again. But the king knew that even if he couldn't die, he could still make him suffer for as long as he wanted. Possibly even for eternity.

He phased through the castle walls, not having any of the guards notice him. Then, he finally found her room. There Peach slept, defenseless, ready for the taking.

In the blink of an eye, he snatched her from her bed.

Peach immediately woke up and let out a shrill scream of horror, alerting the Toads guarding her door.

But it was too late. He had already burst out her window with her and was headed straight towards his mansion.

———

Tap, tap, tap.

Jawaii woke up very late that night to a tapping sound she heard at her window. She went over to it to find one of the Peek-A-Boos she had met in Spooky Trails, tapping away at her window.

"Hey... aren't you that kid who Phantom is friends with?"

Jawaii rubbed her eye and yawned. "Yeah. Why do you ask? And how are you at my house anyway?"

The Peek-A-Boo had a somber expression on his face. "Well... I have to tell you some... bad news."

Jawaii was horrified of what was about to come out of his mouth next. Did something terrible happen to Phantom?

"His love, Princess Peach was kidnapped by King Boo. And... Phantom is gone. He went off to go save her. Knowing King Boo, Phantom may not come back in one piece. ...The other Rabbids told me it was best to go tell you. That way, you would know where he is. You deserve to know..."

Jawaii was devastated. How could this happen?

She knew she had to save him. And if she couldn't save him... then she wouldn't let him suffer alone.

"...No. I'm not going to let this happen to him."

The Peek-A-Boo was taken aback in surprise by Jawaii's response. "...I dunno if you should go. You're only a kid. You could get seriously hu-"

"I don't care." said Jawaii.

She jumped into her closet and changed into her usual clothes, grabbed a lantern and ran out of the house and into the black, haunted forest that she met Phantom in.

#jawaiis cheesy fics #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #mario + rabbids kingdom battle #phantom of the bwahpera #tom phan #rabbids #fanfic #fanfiction

[spookylilkiddo]

hi I’m spooky welcome to my age regression blog! est nov 2020🐻 🌈 plz read my about below 🧇

intro 🧸

about my big self: real age is 21! as my big self im a boy. im still figuring out my name but thinking of artie! im bi, im an artist, im mixed white n latino! i live in the us

about my little self: my little age is somewhere from four to seven? idk I don’t rlly know what kids of different ages are like, i don’t hang out with them very much - i might not match a specific age milestone wise, specially cuz im autistic. i don’t feel as gendery when I’m regressed so they/them or he/him pronouns are good! i go by spooky or frog here but u can jus call me nicknames too :)

about my regression: regressing is something i do, or try to do, consciously, rather than an innate reaction. it’s a therapeutic technique for me. trying to vibe with the idea that it’s never too late to have a good childhood. mental health is pretty frequently shaky n regressing relaxes me and makes me happy! ill probably reblog aesthetic and positivity here and make some of my own moodboards and outfits and stuff and maybe art and activity sheets! activity likely to be irregular cuz i don’t have a very good memory and hyperfixations jump around a lot

about my brain: im autistic! i also have adhd! i got some trauma but i won’t talk about it here cuz this just Isn’t that space

community stuff: im not 100% sure of what the community rules are so im probably kinda noncom but i’ll tag with agere i spose. i post no ns/fw interaction or content or cg//I of any kind. edit: ill tag with cgre, nsre, csre too since these communities look like they’re safe and open! also i might be more age dreaming than age regressing but idk i do my best \_(ツ)_/

dni please: anti-regression/agedre (obviously), interaction from kink/nsfw blog, lgbt+phobic, pr0-4 or th1nsp(!), pro-a$, prom4p

other: im also a selfshipper and i’ll probably make agereg content of my f/o’s cuz i like relating to them, when i’m regressed i just think of them as my friends :) my f/o list is super obscure and distinct so if u recognize me from it shhhh no u don’t please

petre: i think petre sounds really fun and pet regressors are super cool people and automatically my friends, i haven’t tried it but i might cuz seem relaxing and freeing in a way

REG’d Info:

favorite foods 🧇

goldfish crackers, pbj, corn dog, soup, pretzels, peanut butter, brownies, cookies, ice cream, pizza, noodles, lofthouse cookies, appy slices, pancakes, waffles, granola bars, gogirt, cinnamon roll, peas, mnms

favorite things to do 🖍

activity sheets, drawing, coloring, watching tv and movies

favorite colors 🌈

blue, yellow, green, pink, purple

favorite vibes 🥞

cozy/yellow/honey/breakfast, halloween, elementary school, wonderland/tea parties/forests/mushrooms/whimsy, bedtime, winter, cookies and desserts, bright rainbows and colorful kids tv programming, nature and animals

favorite plushies 🦀

a pink pickles the frog, a turtle, a crab, a pink cuttlefish, a lamb

favorite animals 🐢

turtles, frogs, monkeys, bears, rats, bats, leeches, bunnies, cats, dogs, horseshoe crab, possums, toads

regression wishlist 👕

more boyish clothes! maybe some t shirts with animals on the front and stuff and some like big shorts. zoopals! and a pillow pet. oh and some coloring books! and maybe one of those subscriptions where they send you mysteries to solve :)

favorite kids’ characters 🧚

alice from Alice in wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, tigger, piglet, owl, eeyeore, pickles the frog, sumikko gurashi, curious George, Care Bears, Dora, Diego, snoopy, Calvin and Hobbes, Scooby doo and mystery inc, classic universal monsters, Pillow Featherbed, Crumbs Sugar Cookie, Spot Splatter Splash, Dollop Light N Fluffy, Toasty Sweet Fluff, Toffee Cocoa Cuddles, neopets, magic school bus, Oscar the grouch, Grover, count von count, some Disney, Kim possible, bedtime bear

#agere #cglre #cglire #agereg #safe agere #age regression #noncom agere #csre #cgre #nsre

[cloveroctobers]

ELISA FRANÇOIS —

IG info/bio: @/elisacoisbabe | 34.2k followers | why yes I’m shaking my ass while having a mental breakdown, mind ur business yeah?? 👸🏿

22 (23) years

Born in Louisiana, New Orleans

Has two sisters: Camille & Manon

Raised by her aunt & uncle in London, England

Does not address her birth parents as her real parents, her aunt & uncle hold that title & deff has a lot of anger towards her birth parents—to her they’re as good as d*ad

Haitian roots

Keeps her family life as private as she can, however her fans occasionally see her sisters on her channel

Social media influencer who got her start from posting makeup looks on her YouTube channel & her story times

Canon: calls her fans “Elisa-bee’s” we don’t know why either

Loves 80’s style blush

Loves 80s music & aesthetic and she liked it before u teenagers hopped on the bandwagon, sorry not sorry ;-)

Doesn’t feel Lottie is competition at all when it comes to posting content even if fans feel that way, they have completely different techniques

Vacations in Paris & Louisiana often

Her older sister, Manon resides in Louisiana and when they link up??? Issa vibe

Camille is the youngest & kinda a party pooper, she’s more on the serious side

Loves snacking on macaroons... salted caramel praline & lavender white chocolate are her favorites (I feel like I said this about someone else too...)

She’s scared of owls/any type of birds partly from a childhood trauma where she was attacked by a bunch of seagulls on a pier & as punishment when she was up to no good, her parents would force her to watch “the birds” (1963) strapped to a chair

Went thru a “ugly phase” growing up & was often called “lady-b*y”

Has been in multiple relationships/entanglements/situations/experiences but there are many that she doesn’t count & or acknowledge “I hope no one considers me an ex especially if they couldn’t make me c*m”

Has had threes*mes before

Sex posi!

Supports trans lives!

In the last few years she was recently diagnosed with borderline personality disorder

When she finished secondary, she didn’t think uni was for her. Found school rather boring although she did quite well at it. She was exhausted with everything that came with it & decided to go into stripping for a couple of months (almost a year) before she decided to work on her YouTube channel

Currently in a polyamorous relationship

A few of her experiences with her significant others got jealous of her job, the attention she got from it & the time she put into her job as a influencer— it was annoying

Gemini sun + Sagittarius moon + Capricorn rising? Idk man but she’s got Leo & Scorpio in her chart too I’m sure of it

Has no problem bringing her issues with someone to the table

Kinda likes confrontation but only if SHE’s the one to start it, not if SOMEONE ELSE does it FOR her, due to her spreading the info around in the first place...

Will try her best to read someone but sometimes her comebacks lack...

Still doesn’t like Chelsea, Jo, OR Shannon & it’s been a year but she don’t gaf

Found herself a friend in Blake

They’re opposites, she’s more laid back & slightly reserved whereas when Elisa enters the place you KNOW it because she makes it known—she loves to be seen

After Marisol & Graham called it quits, Elisa swept in & they explored what they could be? Intimately. Yet Elisa doesn’t seem like she’s ready to settle down right now & she doesn’t HAVE to while Marisol seems like she likes to have fun too BUT is also always thinking two steps ahead—she’s calculated, so a small part of her thought of the what if’s? But knew there was a chance there shouldn’t be any strings attached

That shifted their friendship forsure!!! Priya told them it was a bad idea from the start but Elisa had some snippy words for her ofc “mind ur business luv, or I’ll do it for ya x”

She thought about ghosting marisol for a little bit to see if she’d chase after her, she loves to be chased but decided not to. She was upfront about their rendezvous after awhile, she agreed if they ever got lonely again to hit each other up...but marisol doesn’t feel like what they had was based on loneliness...

Probably still has a crush on Bobby & was kinda mad he asked someone else to marry him but she still showed up to the reunion/wedding like the baddest bitch she knows she is, ‘got to make him regret not choosing me, ya know?’

Will chat with him every now & then but Bobby being the friendly guy he is doesn’t pay much attention to her seduction or rather he ignores it but if it gets too much he’ll gently tell her about herself

Hey, Elisa knows shade when she sees it & can be a shady bitch when she wants to be too

Only drinks the real ginger ale not the fake one the rest of u lot drink

Has no issue showing her figure, she loves her body, she loves herself, & that took along time to appreciate so she doesn’t care if people view that as arrogant, most don’t know her story & if they still shitted on her for it then they can all fuck right off

She has a soft side too...somewhere in there but it’s very rare to see! Only ONE of her exes had the chance of seeing it

She has a image to protect & show the world but there’s going to be a time where she gets tired of constantly putting on a show

Is a sucker for animation films & whenever there’s a sad moment in the film she deff triggered!

Has two dogs: Dachshund & a chihuahua

Makes the best Pikliz

loves a good lace front, will drop bands on one whenever she feels like she needs something new & that’s quite often

Owns a bedazzler kit

Has a stun gun

Can make her own jewelry + working on starting a line for it

Body scrubs are to die for in her opinion, her skin HAS to be soft & she’s always moisturized. That’s right stay away from her if ur ashy cause she’ll bring shame to you

She’s slightly a mean girl/bitchy I feel like we all know this lmao

Live tweeted about season 3 & dragged it like we all did with no remorse

I feel like she’s a wild sleeper? Lol

Enjoys not only 80s style music but Lofi beats, cocaine80s, PARTYNEXTDOOR, IAMDDB, Ravyn Lenae, VanJess, Ibeyi, Tayla Parx, CITY GIRLS, & Kash doll, saweetie, etc

Celeb crushes: Zoe Kravitz & Lenny Kravitz, Issa Rae, Winston Duke, Theo James, Robert Pattinson, Alexa Demie, Kelvin Harris Jr., Kedar Williams-Stirling...

Anthem: Dreezy ft. Kash Doll — Chanel Slides

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg elisa #litg Lottie #litg Bobby #litg Blake #litg chelsea #litg jo #litg shannon #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg moodboard #litg au #okay I lied i felt like Elisa deserved one lol Blake’s next then I’m done with s2 #litg marisol #litg priya

[krispydefendorpolice]

The Demon’s Bride (4)

Call out to @vitaliciouscreations for their “Drop of Paradise” story. I’m using the same name Tiān but they came up with it (to best of my knowledge). Another fun read. Anyone interested in me putting up a random maribat recomendation in this part?

On to the story

Beginning Previous Next Masterpost

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Chapter 4

After dropping Mari in front of the hotel she was staying at, where the teacher definitely had not noticed she was missing he fumed, Damian returned to the Bat cave. His father, all three of his brothers, his sister, Alfred and the rest of the extended Bat Clan were waiting.

“You never turned your comm back on,” Bruce commented.

“I needed to speak with Mari before talking to you,” Damian said, passing his father and pulling up files on the Bat computer.

“We had noticed. It would have been nice to know you were alright after she took down Jason the way she did.”

“Hence the reason I left my tracker on instead of disabling it. You knew where I was.”

“Who is this mystery girl the boys are talking about?” Barbara, aka Oracle, asked.

Damian ignored the question while he filtered through the files of the Wayne conference attendees for the school group staying at Mari’s hotel and down to the students on the trip. He pulled up the school picture of Mari and the information they had on her.

“She is a friend from my childhood,” he finally said looking at the information. He saw that her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her parents on file were listed as Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. So they hadn’t changed it, he thought, disappointed in himself because he never looked.

Damian turned when no one said anything after his declaration. Leaning against the console he waited for their responses.

“Bull shit Demon Spawn. You’ve never mentioned friends other than Jon and the Titans before,” Jason said, “and even then it’s because they are not your friends.”

“I assure you she is,” Damian said.

“Then why is this the first time any of us have ever heard about her?” Dick asked.

“None of you have ever shown a particular interest in my childhood with the League of Assassins before now, so why would I have talked about her to you?” Damian answered with a question of his own.

“Because you bit off our heads every time we asked anything,” Tim argued.

Damian narrowed his eyes, “The last time anyone asked me anything about the League I was 11 years old, had just moved in with a bunch of strangers, and had witnessed my family and my whole life destroyed by a madman. Of course I fucking yelled at you. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t cry, yell or rage about the unfairness of watching my family, my family,” he emphasized, “die because I was with strangers and emotions make you vulnerable and I could not afford any more vulnerabilities with the unknown situation I was in.”

The entire clan was silent during his tirade, and a bit ashamed at what he was revealing to them years afterwards.

“I’m sorry Damian. We should have realized that and asked you how you were handling the changes at the time,” Bruce was the first to apologize.

“So you weren’t just rabid from Mom’s Tender Loving Care?” Jason asked.

“Master Jason,” Alfred chided while the rest of the clan just gave Jason a Really? look.

“In the 10 years I lived with her I probably spent less than two in her actual company,” Damian said. “I don’t think I would have responded well at the time even if you had realized,” he acknowledged Bruce’s apology.

“Can you tell us about her?” Bruce asked.

“I can but there’s a lot to talk about to really understand everything. I’m meeting her tomorrow for her free day, we can come here for dinner. I can give you some of that background information now and she can answer any of the questions about herself that I can’t answer.”

“Alright. So tell us what we need to know.”

“Might I suggest we move this discussion out of the cave and to the parlor where we might be more comfortable while we talk,” Alfred interrupted.

“That sounds like a good idea Alfred,” Dick said.

**************************

They did as Alfred suggested and moved to the sitting room so they could sit comfortably while talking about Damian’s past. They were all aware that before he came to them at the age of 10 he had lived with his mother and grandfather and with the League of Assassins. He had been volatile and reckless even while he was taking up the mantle of Robin and began following the others into the vigilante lifestyle.

But apparently there was more to his actions as a kid than just being a snobbish brat raised to believe he was better than everyone else.

Damian sipped at his cup of Black tea while settling his mind around what he was going to discuss. He had spent the last 7 years trying not to think of the other half of his biological family and believing the rest were dead so that he hadn’t had any other reason to reflect on his youth in the League. But that had obviously been a mistake. If Mari survived did anyone else? Can I get my family back? He wondered to himself while the rest of the clan settled down with their drinks of choice.

Finally everyone was settled. Bruce was the one to set the ball rolling.

“So what should we know?”

“Before I start about what I know,” Damian began turning to Jason, “I need to know more about what you know of the League, Todd.”

Jason raised an eyebrow and looked at him stonily. If Damian was quiet about the League as a kid (lies, he really wasn’t because he was an Al Ghul dammit) then Todd was a monk who had taken a vow of silence (slightly less a lie, he didn’t talk about it but he did rant about what a bitch Talia was). None of the Bats knew much about his time with the League other than he met Talia before returning to Gotham to seek vengeance on the Joker.

“Like what, Demon Spawn?” Jason asked.

“Well, first, did you have a designation?”

“A what?”

“That’s a no then. Consider yourself lucky, or not, since you were one of mother’s various pet projects then.”

“Damian,” Dick warned as Damian still had a tendency to be very blunt, to the point of being abrasive, when talking about other’s trauma’s.

Damian frowned before nodding in acknowledgement of the warning and in apology for his tone.

“I suppose the first thing you should know is that the League of Assassins is only about two hundred years old, while Tiān the city from which it was established is thousand of years old. Grandfather found it years ago and started to recruit certain prized and influential citizens and families into following him. Eventually the majority of the city were members of his cult and doing his bidding. We can get more into why the League as its own city is important tomorrow.

“Now, since the League is a cult and it was born out of an independent city how has it maintained it’s membership for so long? And I assure you it wasn’t because grandfather shared the secret of the Lazarus Pits with anyone” he asked.

“They recruited new members,” Dick answered with a shrug.

Damian gave him his own Really? look. “Recruits only account for about 25% of the new trainees and they are usually older teens and young adults. The people that are disenfranchised from the society outside of the League. Individuals with knowledge of the world outside shaped by influences from outside and not by Ras Al Ghul,” Damian said. “I was one of 79 children born in my year group. I was not raised by Talia no matter how she spins it. Despite having a personal bodyguard, private tutors and a nursemaid because I was an Al Ghul heir, I was raised with the other children my age in the al’akadimia*.”

“Talia didn’t raise you?” Barbara asked.

“She oversaw my training, instruction and education which seems to be her impression of parenting, but no, she was not involved in the day to day of my life growing up. I got more of that with Father in the first few months than I did from her in the entirety of my time with her,” Damian answered.

The Bats were silent as they digested this new piece of information from their youngest.

“In the cave you mentioned losing your family. It sounded like it happened in Slade’s attack. If not Talia, who were you thinking of? The girl?” Tim asked.

*academy- Arabic via Google translate

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So, this chapter f*cked with my head. I was just writing and playing with the story and had to come up with a reason for Damian being such a little shit as a kid. And I threw in the line about him losing his family and moving in with strangers when I had an oh shit moment of enlightenment.

In the Son of Batman, Damian witnessed his grandfathers death. His mother brought him to strangers and essentially dropped him on their doorstep. Then we get into the fact that most likely he was essentially abused growing up (how else do you get a kid that wont show emotions) but they were still his family and yeah...

I try throwing in a flippant reason but really it kinda sounds like a canon reason too.

I had never thought about why canon Damian was the way he was especially in that first movie and now my head hurts. I’m curious if anyone else has ever given that a thought or if you’re just now having that oh shit reaction?

Taglist: I’m so happy so many are enjoying it. I’m trying to get everyone but if I miss you I’m sorry but it’s not intentional. Also, I appreciate the comments but unless you ask I won’t tag you so if you’ve commented and not been tagged it’s cuz you didn’t ask or because I overlooked it trying to find everyone who’s asking to be tagged. And I’m going to ask that you message me since I’m having trouble finding all the asks in the comments. Thank you.

And thank you all!

@ozmav @multifandomscribette @mochinek0 @inevitableenquere @zebrabaker @poshplumcot @tog84 @luciferge @sonif50 @ravennightingaleandavatempus @northernbluetongue @actual-human-disaster @clumsy-owl-4178 @aarushi-03 @bluerosette23 @g-arya @moonyloonyx @fertileleaf @shreky-boi @thanks-captain-obvious @panda3506 @hinata3487 @thequestionablyhuman @dontgiveaflyinflip @dast218 @chocolatecatstheron @asianfrustration13 @slytherinsheashire @weird-pale-blonde-person @yin-390 @mycupisbroken @vixen-uchiha @kuroko26 @autisticlinx @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @mariae2900 @zalladane @hypnosharkrebeldreamer @tbehartoo @novicevoice @violatiger8 @thebookish3lf @fandomkitty8 @redscarlet95 @gingersnapnoir @chewbaccaatemythoughts

#daminette #maribat #marinette x damian #Betrothed AU #The Demon’s Bride #DLDR #Dead Dove Do Not Eat

[bixgirl1]

New Fic - Glompfest!

Title: Life Lessons Author: Bixgirl1 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Heh. Explicit. Word Count: 68k Content/Warnings: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Wandless Magic, Banter and flirting and snark - oh myyy - UST!, accidental kissing, intentional kissing (just really a lot of kissing), Epistolary elements, Auror Harry, Humor, dancing, weird plotty stuff ‘cause I can’t help myself, mentions of childhood trauma and previously-made sexual threats, wanking, oral sex, anal fingering, anal sex, rimming (omfg I just realized I forgot that in my AO3 tags!), intergluteal sex, semi-public sex. Summary: On the cusp of a promotion, Harry needs a little help with his image. Enter Draco Malfoy — who doesn't really do that, Potter — to whip him into shape… and make him feel things he hasn't for a very long time. Featuring: odd jobs, surprising chemistry, lots of accidental kissing, the Prophet living up to type, owls exhausted by the carrying of dirty letters, a secret no one can talk about, a merry band of Slytherins (none of whom really approve), and an enchanted mirror (who really, really does).

Author’s Notes: For @m4g0rtz. I’ve wanted to write for you for the LONGEST time, sweets.  Your comments before we met always made me absolutely light up, and then I got to know you and I realized you’re just as fabulous as you seemed. Your friendship has meant so much to me from the beginning, and this fest gave me the perfect excuse to say so in fic; I hope you can forgive my sneakiness while I wrote this for you. lolol.

A huge thanks to my lovely betas, @lqtraintracks and @coriesocks. You guys were both so effing patient with me and both so encouraging and helpful - you made this like a zillion times better than it would have been otherwise. <333333

And a huge thanks to the mods, too, for running such a fun, wonderful fest!

Excerpt (under the cut):

It was one of the most fundamental truths of Harry’s life: as soon as things were going well, everything would turn to shit.

You’re a wizard, Harry — just be on guard for that murderer hunting you. You have a godfather, Harry — but be careful not to get too attached to him. From his relationship with Ginny (which never got back off the ground after the war) to his life after defeating Voldemort (which would never resemble anything approaching normal), there was always some sort of caveat. Privately, he called it “End of the School Year Syndrome.”

The fact that this time it had actually been scheduled for late June was simply ironic.

“That’s not even six weeks away,” Hermione said, frowning.

“Your confidence in me is inspirational,” Harry said. “And the maths isn't really what I’m having a problem with.” He took the invitation back from her and re-buried his face in one of the sofa pillows. It smelled a little like feet and Ron’s deodorant, as though Ron had Transfigured it into a footstool and then only had time to hastily return it to form and freshen it with a charm before Hermione saw and got on him again about just using one of their existing footstools. Harry tossed it to the floor, face smooshing against the sofa cushion as he blindly reached out in search of another pillow. He heard Hermione huff just as one hit him on the back of the head. Harry shoved it under his face. “Thanks,” he said, muffled.

There was a beat of silence, and then Hermione sighed and rested her hand against the back of his head. “How long do you need to sulk?” she asked, stroking her fingers through his hair.

Harry slumped a little deeper. “Five weeks.”

“I’ll give you until Ron gets back with dinner,” she said, more to herself than him. "And for goodness’ sake, Harry, at least take off your glasses.”

Harry managed to take them off without lifting his head or breaking them — proof, he supposed, that he wasn’t entirely incompetent. Hermione took them from his hand and rose with a final, fluttering pat on his shoulder blade. Harry exhaled and tried to consider his options, but was quickly lulled by the drum of the rain on the windowpanes and the pop of the fire. He listened to Hermione putter around her kitchen and relaxed; more than for the advice or commiseration, this was why he’d come, if he was honest. Ron and Hermione’s cottage was homey, calm, most of their furniture crafted from Ron’s magic, the air inside scented by the lavender Hermione had planted in the beds below their windows. Harry missed the company, and the lived-in quality of the tiny flat they’d shared before Ron and Hermione moved out, the distracted mess of three people training for unrelated careers, always someone either there or about to be.

He liked the flat he'd moved into on his own just fine, but working the hours he did left it with a silent, sterile quality he could never seem to get rid of, even when he left the wireless on or avoided laundry for a few days. He’d tried to spruce it up more than once, but Neville wouldn’t even let him buy plants anymore, not after the Solicitous Succulents he’d brought over on Boxing Day — When they bloom, they emit soothing pheromones! You can’t kill them, they barely need any attention! — had weaponised their thorns within an hour of Nev’s arrival; a defensive measure they took when they were in danger of drying out, Neville told him later, and one he’d thought was a myth.

The sound of Ron’s Apparition to their front door roused Harry from his reverie, but he didn’t get up. He heard the rustle of takeaway being opened and dished out, a low hum of murmurs, and his own name — and then Ron shouted, “What the bloody fuck?” and stomped, fuming, into the parlour. “They’re not going to give it to you?”

Harry pushed up from his prone position and shrugged as Ron glowered down at him. “They might,” he said. “Robards said they might still.”

“Give over,” Ron said, and Harry dutifully scooted to make space. Ron threw himself down onto the sofa. “It’s utter shit, Harry.”

“I know.”

“He’s been telling you that job’s yours for… for years!”

“I know.”

“You’ve worked longer hours and closed more cases than anyone in the entire department!” Ron said. His outrage was soothing, both to Harry’s temper and his self-esteem, and a grateful smile tugged at Harry’s lips.

“I know,” he said again.

"You should just run," Ron spat. "Hermione's been saying it, we'll organise a campaign--"

"We'd have no time to prepare for it now. Besides, even if I wanted to, it would look… wrong. Robards would step aside, but… He didn't even have to run in the last election five years ago, and and no one's ever won who wasn't backed by both the exiting Head Auror, the Minister, and at least half the Wizengamot," Harry said, shaking his head when Ron took another deep breath and opened his mouth. “And anyway, Robards said it's not as simple at that.”

“The age thing again?”

Harry scowled. “I wish.”

Twice before, Robards had put off retiring when certain members of the Wizengamot had made it plain that, no matter Harry’s accomplishments to date, they had no intention of promoting someone barely into their twenties to the position of Head Auror. Trying not to take issue with their reasoning — or the extra work Robards piled on him to make a point of his capabilities — Harry’d not made a single complaint as his twenty-third and twenty-fourth birthdays ticked by. But with every successfully closed case since, Robards had assured him that by his twenty-fifth he’d have his promotion.

And then he’d called Harry in for a meeting today, offering Harry a drink before he’d even sat down.

Ron made a disgruntled sound and folded his arms across his chest. “What’s the problem this time?”

“As I was trying to tell you, husband-mine,” Hermione said dryly, walking in and levitating three plates behind her, “It's supposedly Harry.”

“What's Harry?” Ron asked, shooting her a sheepish look. He lifted two of the plates from midair, passing one over to Harry. The salty grease of Ron’s selection — fish and chips — teased at Harry’s senses and he tried to recall when he ate last. Breakfast, probably.

“The problem,” Hermione said, taking her own plate and sitting between them. “It’s Harry.”

“And I’m supposed to be the tactless one,” Ron stage-whispered to him.

“I’m not a problem,” Harry said, pulling a wounded face at Hermione.

She made a little sound of protest. “I didn’t—”

“Arguing with her never ends well,” Ron said. “You might as well just get on board with being a problem, capital P.”

“I don’t want to be a Problem,” Harry said. He turned beseeching eyes at Hermione. “Couldn’t I be something like Trouble instead?”

Ron nodded sagely. “You’ve got enough experi—”

“Oh my god, fine!” Hermione said, dropping her utensils on her plate. Cheered by the clear exasperation on her face, Harry laughed and looked at Ron, who popped three chips in his mouth and quirked her an unrepentant grin. Hermione rolled her eyes and elbowed Ron, but the look she shot him was fond and warm. “Hush, or you’ll end up with your own problem — with a capital P,” she said warningly. She turned back to Harry. “There is a point to be considered about your image, that's not wrong.”

“Hermione!” Ron said, but Hermione looked at Harry steadily, waiting. Expectant.

Harry frowned, effectively distracted from distracting himself. He squeezed a lemon wedge over his fish and opened a packet of vinegar, sprinkling it over his chips to buy some time.

“Well, it's not right,” he said at length.

“No, I know,” Hermione said, gaze softening.

“All right, can someone actually explain then?” Ron asked, waving his fork at each of them in turn and then stabbing, a little viciously, into his fish.

“It’s me. My conduct outside of work isn’t ‘befitting a senior Ministry position,’” he quoted, sounding sullen to his own ears. “The way I talk to the press, or the way I avoid them. Maybe both. The Head Auror is responsible for releasing public statements, and you know me.”

“So?” Ron said, brows drawing together. “You’re a little short-tempered with them, so what? S’not like they’re ever asking you about cases, are they? It’s always about who you’re seeing, or was that really your bum in those pictures. It’s been almost three years since you hexed one of them. Just write up the statements and release them that way.”

“There’s other things, too,” Harry said. He flushed. “The way I am with the public—”

“You’re great with the public!” Ron said, starting to look angry again. “You talk to every kid you meet, you donate, you—”

“I lose my temper with people, though.” Harry took a breath. “I arrested that man last year who wouldn’t leave me alone—”

“He was trying to shove his hand down the back of your trousers!” Ron sputtered.

“—and that whole thing in the Prophet questioning how much of an asset I could be to the Ministry when my name got in the way of my job… Well, it got a lot of traction,” Harry said. He looked down at his plate, stomach suddenly churning. “And whenever I go to public events, I stay on the sidelines, or I’m accidentally rude to some diplomat—”

“That happened twice!”

“Four times.” Harry grimaced. “More, really. Apart from little things like spilling wine all over Ireland’s Minister for Magic or insulting that envoy from Brazil by having to leave early when I got sick off the Firerolls they served at their event, apparently my dress robes are all wrong, I’ve not once used the correct fork, I may as well eat my feet for how often they’re in my mouth, and I refuse to dance, no matter who’s asking.”

“Well you’re not good at it!” Ron fairly yelled, getting so red in the face his freckles were barely visible. “How the bloody hell can anyone blame you after what happened last time!”

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#new fic #my fic #glompfest #life lessons #gift fic #for m4g0rtz #you wonderful darling #drarry

[carewyncromwell]

18, 27 and 35 for the OC ask :D

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

OOC: Carewyn at her heart is scared of being helpless or hurt and thus loves a certain level of control over whatever situation she finds herself in -- so her greatest fear, in an abstract sense, is something so dangerous and threatening that she would have no chance of overpowering, outsmarting, appealing to, rationalizing with, or escaping it. Boggart-wise, that’s expressed as Voldemort, who sort of ticks all those boxes.

Carewyn’s weaknesses -- gosh, let’s organize this...

Does not trust other people with her problems, flaws, insecurities, or feelings. AT ALL. She is very happy to help other people with their problems and comfort and counsel them, but she just cannot open herself up the same way, thanks to the trauma her brother’s disappearance caused. She would rather shut her friends out completely than let them see her at her worst. Despite Carewyn’s outward appearance of confidence and paragon virtue, she’s actually very difficult to get to know well.

Puts on a strong face rather than admit there’s a problem. This is kind of attached to the first bullet, but it can also mean she’ll try to bury any pain she feels and soldier through if it means sparing her friends’ feelings or reaching a higher goal.

Has way too high of standards, especially for herself. She’s never satisfied with anything she does, so although she puts on a pretty face, she secretly struggles with deep self-loathing and will often push herself past the point of reason. This can make her very judgmental of other people too sometimes -- if she sees you in a negative light, like that you’re vain, cruel, selfish, or stupid, it can be hard to change her mind or prove that you’ve changed for the better.

Overly sensitive. She’s been forced to toughen herself up on the outside, so she isn’t as prone to cry or lash out angrily like she might’ve when she was a little girl, but that sensitivity can still get her in trouble, as rather than expressing any hurt she feels openly, she cloisters it away, which can make it fester and then express itself as passive-aggressiveness or cold resentment. This is also the reason why Occlumency is harder for Carewyn than Legilimency.

Overly serious. This is attached to the above bullet point -- she doesn’t enjoy most pranks or practical jokes because she gets focused on the pain and embarrassment it could cause someone else, projects her own experience with bullying onto the person, and thus takes the situation too seriously. Just because she’s toughened herself up on the outside doesn’t mean she doesn’t still project her sensitive emotions onto everyone else.

Surprisingly ruthless when backed into a corner. If Carewyn is terrified for her life or her emotions are very raw and painful, she’ll ditch any wit or subtlety and she can bite back really hard. She always regrets it afterwards when she gets her head back.

Fortunately Carewyn has some nice strengths too!

Has a very strong personal moral compass. Even though she can often be a victim of her own pride and stubbornness, she legitimately wants to be great, and she’s decided the best way to do that is to be someone who can help others. Although her wish to be a great witch who helps people is self-focused in a way, because helping people makes Carewyn feel happy and better about herself, it’s undeniably a noble wish all the same.

Empathetic. Partially thanks to her great sensitivity and partially thanks to her latent Legilimency potential, Carewyn has never had trouble putting herself in someone else’s shoes, so she can be incredibly accepting and compassionate to those different from her.

Maternal. Because of her insight and compassion for others, she will look after her friends when they neglect their own physical or emotional well-being, whether by making sure they eat and sleep more, giving advice, or encouraging their personal ambitions.

Clever. Carewyn isn’t as academically brilliant as her brother, but she’s got great interpersonal intelligence, making it relatively easy for her to predict other people’s behavior. That being said, she’s not half bad at magic either! 

Organized. Carewyn has a talent for seeing the big picture, analyzing potential assets or liabilities, and looking ahead toward the future with a plan, which makes her an ideal choice to organize any sort of project or movement.

Brave. No matter how scared or full of self-doubt she may be in any given situation, Carewyn is no pushover and she will stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves.

27. What kind of childhood did your character have?

[Carewyn shrugs.]

“It was all right.”

School wasn’t so fun -- but at least Bobbie and his gang backed off and stopped calling me “Gingersnap” after Jacob broke Bobbie’s nose...

“It was a little hard for Mum, Jacob, and me to afford things sometimes after Dad left, but we managed all right. Hogwarts’s student fund helped a bit with Jacob’s school supplies, so we could get them second-hand a bit easier. We had to get a lot of my stuff second-hand too, but...well, it wasn’t so awful. Mum was able to find me some pretty dresses at the thrift stores and flea markets around town.”

The kids at school loved mumbling and laughing about me wearing the same dress three times a week, but they were still pretty -- did it really matter, that I didn’t have more of them?

“Then of course Jacob would tell me all about Hogwarts whenever he came home during spring, summer, and winter break.”

I always missed Jacob so much when he went away...

“And when Jacob was at school and Mum and I had time at home together, she’d teach me all about the Wizarding World. So even when things did get tough, I knew I had something great to look forward to.”

35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

Do I ever stop dreaming -- dreaming of what would’ve been, if things were the way they should...dreaming of everything I could’ve done -- should’ve done better?

“(lightly) I suppose I have a pretty good imagination -- it really helps me get into whatever music I’m singing along to, if I can imagine someone behind the words. I like picturing the imagery in my head when I’m reading Talbott’s poems, too.”

OC Ask! or Send Carewyn an Owl!

#ask carewyn #carewyn cromwell #lane cromwell #jacob cromwell #ooc #about carewyn #roleplaying

[jade-island-lives]

Writeblr Life Week 1: Mermaids, and Wolves, and Fishies Oh My

I I dunno. saw a few people doing it, checked out @owl-writes​ event and saw the prompts and was like, “I don’t really participate in events, this would be fun!” so, here I am?

For real though, this looks really fun and I wanted to give this a go! I don’t know if I will get to all the days because college (bleeeh) and life stuff, but I want to try?

So...this is me.

Here’s an anime me because I don’t like my picture being taken for reasons.

Basic Stuff!

-My name is private, but people call me Jade after one of my characters, as well as my username. 

-I’m also known as the crazy mermaid lady, fish grandma, and that weirdo that loves the deep seas way too much. Call me whatever you want so long as it isn’t mean. <3

-My pronouns are she/her and I am a lesbian (out of the closet since 2017!) <3

-I am a college student who is terrible with schedules and deadlines and I am currently to earn a degree in E-Marketing and Design!

-I have way too many WIPs, but the main ones right now are:

Tales of Merlia: My first love and my biggest WIP to date. About mermaids, magic, and mischief. Started out as a form of therapy to ease me back into writing, but people really seemed to love it so...working on the first book now! It’s the book I have wanted to write since I was a child!

The Light Force: Another series of books about people with superpowers defending the Earth after the end of a brutal war between man and Godlike beings. It’s my fun WIP. If I’m stressed or tired, it’s what I will work on. Full of superpowers, action, and maybe a bit of humor. It’s one of my lighter WIPs.

Ellie’s Shortcake: Set in the 1930′s, involves murder, gangs, and defying laws and society itself. It’s dark, and involves a lot of violence and death. A cautionary tale about revenge and a test to see how far you can push someone until they snap. The WIP isn’t really ready to be released yet, and is still in it’s rough stages, but I post about it here and there. 

The Baker: My goriest most mature WIP. NOT FOR KIDS. Involves, blood, murder, dismemberment, physical and psychological torture and is about coping with trauma, alcoholism, and learning to find new life when you feel like you can’t. 

So yeah, I have a lot of ideas. Are they good ones? I dunno. XD

Writing: My First Love

Without getting too deeply into it, I have always had a love for books. Reading was my favorite thing to do when I was a kid, to the point where I had teachers taking away my books for reading during class.

I went through a lot of careers as a kid. Singer, animator, and even visual artist/cartoonist. But from a young age, I delved into fanfiction of my favorite books as a kid (Warrior Cats and Magic Tree House being the big ones). I also delved into writing things about mermaids (which would become Tales of Merlia later on)

Teachers always told me I had a voice in my writing and told me to put all the time I read into something constructive. I didn’t really listen until I was in 6th grade and discovered the wonderous world of DeviantART, fanfiction, and OCs. 

I tried my hand at Fanfiction for Eddsworld, various video games, my OCs, and even Sonic. Call it cringe, I’m grateful for those times because I really honed my skills and learned about writing through that, I finally had drive to learn about something and stick with it and I became enraptured by the idea of writing my own book. 

I filled notebooks with stories and fan fiction and posted more to DeviantART and got a lot of love for my work, as cruddy as it was. I would always be writing and reading, making story after story. Sharing those stories with friends and them loving it. 

However, high school was a difficult time, and I ran into people telling me that my writing wasn’t “good” and that writing wasn’t going to be a “good career for me” and that I should be a teacher instead.”

And being emotionally vulnerable and struggling with mental health at the time due to things happening in my personal life, I believed them and it ruined my confidence as a writer, to the point where I despised it. I wrote during class to try and escape the pain of my life, but when writing became a sore wound, I didn’t write for a whole year I think.

Until I discovered Hamilton, and tried again to write. But it was still a fight and I slipped. And as a last attempt, I wrote the first chapters of Tales of Merlia and posted them, thinking that would be it.

And well...I’m here...? <3

So yeah, that’s my writing career. Nothing big I know, but worth noting. :)

Fun Facts About Me!

-I am left handed.

-I have spastic hemiplagia cerebral palsy and no depth due to something that happened at my birth. I trip and fall a lot, so it’s not uncommon to see me with bandages on my arms or legs. And half the time if I fall, I just get up and brush it off.

-My favorite soda is Pepsi, fight me.

-I HATE coffee. I love tea and drink it constantly. I don’t have a favorite, it depends on what I need on any given day. Green tea, peppermint, chamomile, and jasmine tea are things I’m always down to drink. I will drink it hot or iced, no sugar or lemon or milk. Sometimes I’ll get iced chai tea though. 

-I got into drinking tea because of Black Butler and now it’s a problem. 

-My favorite candy bar is Kit-Kats. But I also love Heath Bars and Hershey Almonds. 

-My favorite candy that is not chocolate is Gummy Sharks. 

-I have a personal connection to Bojack Horseman.

-Hamilton saved my writing career and got me into musicals at the same time. Don’t make me pick, I love a bunch of musicals. But my favorite songs from Hamilton are Act 1: Non Stop, Act 2: Hurricane.

-I hate shorts and short sleeves. I also hate wearing skirts and dresses. Jeans and hoodies all the way.

-I have a deep connection with Whisper of the Heart.

-Pokemon changed my life and it is a video game series that I love still. It’s a series that I love and will always love unconditionally because of what it did for me.

-I ramble. A lot.

-Finding Nemo, the Little Mermaid, and Beauty and the Beast were my favorite childhood films. Also Balto, Ratatouille, and Princess and the Frog.

-I dabble in herbalism

-My favorite animal is wolves. 

-I love both cats and dogs, no contest. But I love maine coons and corgis especially. 

-I am obsessed with curry.

-I love sunflowers and yellow flowers.

-I am a Hufflepuff, and as such value loyalty, hard work, and fairness

-I am an empath, dead on.

-I always have a book and a notebook with pens with me.

-I love hoodies, blankets, and plushies. Soft things. I have a thing with soft textures. Things that make me feel soft, warm, and secure.

So...that’s me. I hope you enjoyed this. And if not...um...sorry? ^^;

#writeblrlifeweek #writing #writeblr #jade rambles

[suepixels]

Get to Know Me

Make a simself and add traits if you like but you don’t need to! “Me with my most important men Nero Valcari on the right and Levithian Cavallo on the left - Pixelthirst is real, you guys!” The peeps I met here who encouraged me to start my story? Yeah, I’m freakin’ grateful! Thank youu..! Aspiration: Soulmate + Bonus trait “Romantic” Traits: Creative, Active, Cheerful

I was tagged by the wonderful lady @cillaben and @awolzai is the one who created this tag. So if you wanna read all that shizzle about me. Go ahead and read, I’m not gonna stop you - Oh Gosh! Thanks a bunch, sweet Cilla, you are just wonderful the way you are to me and also for being a fab friend, I 💛  you , obviously you not gonna be tagged for this! Hehe - just messing around... 😉

I’m tagging following simmers because welp I don’t know much about them but I truly 💛 their blog and their stories and personality and would 💛  to know them better. @beverlyallitsims  @josiesimblr @tigerellasims , @tangandzing   @keysims , @skellysim @shysimblr , @weicyn, @glovely1simmer, @ktosiksims @fabflubs , @cayrees , @shespeakssimlish

Guys you don’t need to do this but it would be dope! There are loads of questions here. So you don’t have to answer all of them if you don’t feel like it. Even if I didn’t tag you feel free to do it - it’s fun!

WARNING: Answers to 125 questions are under the cut.

What is your name? Suzana

What is your nickname? Sue

🎂? May 11th

What is your favorite 📓 series?  Um, the last I read as a series was “The Lord of the rings” (A throwback to childhood, damm I was 13 when I read it the first time, hehe) I rather read single books 📚, seldom series

Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Ghosts? Dunno I’m not sure, never met one but don’t want either if they exist! LOL. Aliens? Wait a billion of galaxies with trillion of stars and I should believe that we are the only living creatures in the universe? Naah we are not alone - E.T. is out there. Does it answer your question? LOL

Who is your favorite author? Ugh... The ones I can think of right now? goshI have a bunch... um... Robert Greene, Marion Zimmer Bradley (all Avalon books) Patrice Leovold who’s book taught me that Eleanor of Aquitaine used to be a strong woman and queen of two countries in Europe! I love history stuff so I read a bunch of German authors who write historical novels.

What is your favorite radio station? If I listen to any it would be JAM FM from Berlin (Hip-Hop, RnB, Soul etc) Haven’t heard it in years... but Youtube is my main source for music, hehe

What is your favorite flavor of anything? If it’s not spicy go home and try it again, okay? It has to be spicy... yeah I’m used to it. A day without my Latte Macchiato is a no-no! (80% creamy milk with 1 cup of espresso, only the real deal for me, capeesh? Hehe! 

What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Dope!

What is your current favorite song? 💛 Stuck in my head this one arrrgh gosh: Blindness by Justin Timberlake

What is your favorite word? Welp? LOL 😆

What was the last song you listened to? I will wait for you by Nicky Parrott

What 📺 show would you recommend for everybody to watch? The Originals, Vampire Diaries (isn’t it obvious?) Lucifer (love the sarcasm) The Good Doctor, This is Us and heck, yeah Game of Thrones agree with @cillaben

What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Any good sci-fi, fantasy movie “Just let me escape this world for a second or two”

Do you play video games? Yup, as an addict I play only Sims 4, 3 & 2 😲

What is your biggest fear? To die, too early before I could do all the things I desire to do.

What is your best quality, in your opinion? I’ve been told be caring, dunno!

What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I can be stubborn but hey someone told me I’m just persistent in all the things I do, you know... 😁

Do you like cats or dogs better? I used to love cats more but since my sis has a Malinois. I love both.. Guys, Stella is the best craziest dog I’ve seen!

What is your favorite season? Summer

Are you in a relationship? Neep, bloody single...welp =D

What is something you miss from your childhood?  My love for ballet? I did yesterday the first time after 15 yrs some exercises on a bar at the gym and the belief that anything is possible - still hoping!

Who is your best friend? Currently, run out of “best friends” shizzle

What is your eye color? Green-yellowish - yup like a cat  😁

What is your hair color? By nature? Ash blonde but I love brown!

Who is someone you 💛? My sister and my nephews

Who is someone you trust? Only my big sis

Who is someone you think about often? My ex, who I still love. I know I should drop it but when your heart says something else and your mind reminds you NOPE - Game over! Dang, it! Can someone press the restart button for me, please? LOL Naaah, don’t worry I’m fine but you know sometimes you think too much about could have, would have blah, blah...

Are you currently 🙌 about/for something? I’m 🙌 about to go to bed!

What is your biggest obsession? Fitness (again), Dancing, being creative, TV series, Cooking, Web surfing, Gaming, Traveling geez I can’t name them all I have many obsessions. LOL 

What was your favorite 📺 show as a 👶? As a child, I wasn’t allowed to watch TV but what I remember is that I liked “Once Upon a Time... Life” a European/Asien cartoon about how the human's body system works (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY11Hu_ju5M&list=PLtAciEfQHAwvs1hIkWN_YNpD8E4sno--C)

Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? Nobody. I’m too open-minded and a bunch of peeps are simply sick in their head and interpret shizzle just because I say “Live your life your way - it’s not my business” So I keep it private.

Are you superstitious? Nope, not that I’m aware of =D

Do you have any unusual phobias? Darkness, if the light goes suddenly off and I see nothing? Yeah, it creeps the heck out of me. A childhood trauma - my mother did scare to death!

Do you prefer to be in front of the door or behind it? In front!

What is your favorite hobby? Fitness, surfing, 👀 movies and playing sims of course.

What was the last 📓 you read? The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene

What was the last movie you 👀? The new Fantastic Beasts movie

What musical instruments do you play, if any? None =( wish to play piano, tho - need to check Google Play for an app - LOL

What is your favorite animal?  Birds

What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow?  I have quite a bunch I check daily like a stalker - all wonderful human beings =) 

What superpower do you wish you had? The ability to be immortal

When and where do you feel most at ✌️? Sweet Home

What makes you 😁? Sarcastic Humor, it goes deep under your skin

What sports do you play, if any? Naah, I do Functional Fitness and soon Breakletics but I don’t play sports.

What is your favorite drink?  Latte Macchiato and Raspberry Mojito

When was the last time you wrote a ✋-written letter or note to somebody? A goodbye letter to my ex-boyfriend when I canceled to continue to be just friends with him. Well because of the feels I still have him...even after 5 yrs...still unforgotten!

Are you 😨 of heights? Depends...

What is your biggest pet peeve? Fake people, superficial characters

Have you ever been to a concert? Yes, quite a lot...

Are you vegan/vegetarian? Never ever - I need meat!

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? A ballet dancer or an artist in general.

 What fictional place would you like to live in? Atlantis - Undersea Waterworld

What is something you worry about? Yes, I worry all the time

Are you 😨 of the dark? Depends, if there is no light, yes!

Do you like to sing? Yes!

Have you ever skipped school? Never. I was a proud nerd!

What is your favorite place on the 🌍? Home

Where would you like to live? Atlanta, USA or UK - London

Do you have any pets? Neep, not allowed by the landlord

Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night Owl

Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunrise - A new day to start fresh!

Do you know how to drive? I know, but I don’t have a license - hihi

Do you prefer earbuds or 🎧? Earbuds

Have you ever had braces? Neep, lucky me

What is your favorite genre of 🎶? RnB, Soul, Hip Hop, “German Hip Hop”, Classic, Jazz, Blues, Bossa Nova, Dancehall, Reggaeton, Twerk - actually all kind of genres, always depends on the song! 🎶

Who is your hero? Hero? Ugh... Dunno to be honest...

Do you read comic 📚? I used to, not anymore

What makes you the most 😠? Rudeness, Racism in general, Lies, and Betrayal

Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real 📓? I need a real book, okay? As much as I ’m a lover of newest technologies but some stuff are simply gold when it’s the “real deal”.

What was your favorite subject in school? Languages ( I speak 3 fluid English, German, Serbian somewhat a little French), Informatics, Art, Music, and History

Do you have any siblings? A sister and a brother

What was the last thing you bought? Meat

How tall are you? 5′3 or about 164 cms

Can you cook? Yeees, herbs? Spices? Experimenting? All that jazz, yes

What are three things that you 💛? My sis, Fitness and writing my story here.

What are three things that you hate? Racists, Betrayal and when people lie about their feelings.

Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Male, most women never liked me... dunno... why! 

What is your sexual orientation? Straight

Where do you currently live? Germany

Who was the last person you texted? My sister

When was the last time you 😢? On 3rd of Nov. because I saw my brother - we don’t talk

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Xurbansimsx (Sims) that’s it!

Do you like to take selfies? Neep, not currently... I gained too much... due to my illness but working it off now that I’m feeling better.

What is your favorite app? Tumblr and Pinterest

What is your relationship with your parent(s) like?  My dad passed away. Broken, dramatic family war! No, contact with my brother because of my mother this binch. My sister is my everything  💛 💛 💛

What is your favorite foreign accent? French and when American speak German, aaah I love it!.

What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? New York, South Africa, New Zeeland and Australia

What is your favorite number? 5

Can you juggle? Naaah

Are you religious? Nope

Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Both

Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Sometimes, a little naughty, hehe

Are you allergic to anything? Cat hair :(

Can you curl your tongue? Yips

Can you wiggle your ears? Nooope

How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? When I’m wrong I do apologize but it happens seldom

Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Beach, babe!

What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Who has told you that life is fair?

Are you a good liar? I guess I can be if I have to!

What is your Hogwarts 🏠? Hufflepuff

Do you talk to yourself? Yeah, I do so what? I just maintain a relationship with myself, okay  😂 Call me crazy, I don’t care..hehe 😜

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? extrovert

Do you keep a journal/diary? I used to but stopped, have 5 books

Do you believe in second chances? Yes

If you found a wallet full of 💰 on the ground, what would you do? Tbh? Currently, I would keep it.

Do you believe that people are capable of change? Difficult, it depends on the character. 

Are you ticklish? Some secrets areas - yeas!

Have you ever been on a ✈️? Heck yeah, quite a lot - I’m a “Fernweh” Girl and a traveler!

Do you have any piercings? Ears, Belly and I used to have my nose pierced, too but business sucks so I had to take it out! LOL

What fictional character do you wish was real? Mr. Darcy from ‘Pride and Prejudice’

Do you have any tattoos? Yes, one on my back and I want more!

What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Running away from home, living my own life and not allowing anyone to tell me how I should live my life - I have one life to live, so my rules apply!

Do you believe in karma? Yes

Do you wear glasses or contacts? Contacts during daytime at night glasses

Do you want children? Yes, at least one - hopefully!

Who is the smartest person you know? My ex-boyfriend

What is your most embarrassing memory? When a friend of mine showed via an accident how fake she truly was. She lost her fake hair and her nails got broken and all this in public on a dancefloor in front of my friends. (We were teens, LOL)

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Almost but not really so, naah

What color are most of your clothes? Black, mint, turquoise and darker versions of green, blue, brown and red.

Do you like adventures? Depends on adventure

Have you ever been on 📺? Almost as a TV-host for a German music channel! Had a casting back in my teenhood! 

How old are you? 35+ I look younger than I really am and I don’t feel like it. Nope, not gonna say it publicly. I would feel instantly older.. LOL but I tell in private!

What is your favorite movie quote? “He is your first love. I intend to be your last” - The Originals by Klaus Mikelson

Sweet or savory? Sweet

Yeah, you may notice I like to add videos =) that’s the song which spins around in my head currently... Love the beat!

#tagged #nonsims #private #ignore it you don't need to read it #it's a lot #sue babbles #simedit #ts4 edit

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@liliithvatore tagged me in that simself thing thats been goin around DAYS ago but here it finally is! also thank you for the tag this was fun :-]

I tag @slythersim @thelurgoyf @seoulchii @weicyn @solitasims @daisydezem @raha-plays-the-sims if they want to do it & anyone that just wants to do it in general! message me and I’ll even @ u directly if u want. 

anyway lets DO THIS shitload of questions under the cut u’ve been warned!!!

1. what is your name?

julian

2. what is your nickname?

jewel, jules

3. birthday?

oct 26th

4. what is your favorite book series?

percy jackson and the olympians will probably always own my heart & soul

5. do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

yes & yes. tho i do think a lot of alien sightings and conspiracy theories and what not are bullshit

6. who is your favorite author?

maggie stiefvater probably? also cornelia funke but its been years since ive read anything by her so i cant be sure BUT i loved inkheart & the thief lord so much

7. what is your favorite radio station?

ummm when i listen to the radio at all i kinda just switch between two rock stations and our popular music station.

8. what is your favorite flavor of anything?

blue raspberry !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tasty and i love a blue tongue

9. what word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful?

cool. or bitchin’.  i play it simple

10. what is your current favorite song?

hands like houses - revive

11. what is your favorite word?

roulette and inhibition which i never get to use either as much as i want !

12. what was the last song you listened to?

emarosa - givin’ up ! its a bop!

13. what tv show would you recommend for everybody to watch?

the new she-ra on netflix its so good. and gay

14. what is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down?

moana. its also like the only movie i dont have trouble getting thru despite how many times ive already seen it

15. do you play video games?

16. what is your biggest fear?

idk... being inherently unlovable i guess n ending up alone? also spiders !

17. what is your best quality, in your opinion?

im fairly open-minded and laid back. Unless someones being like, purposely nasty or something I generally don’t get defensive or aggressive. also a lot of little quirks that piss others off dont bother me im very u do u as long as its not actually harming anyone and ive had people tell me this makes it easier to open up to me so thats probably my best quality....

18. what is your worst quality, in your opinion?

....at the same time though i do get very sensitive when faced w/ criticism even if its of the fair variety when its not phrased really gently for various reasons and i dont like that. especially since I have a tendency to not even talk to people about it. I’ll just immediately start distancing myself. also other than that i think overall I have a really high tolerance lvl but if you cross that line I hold a grudge like a motherfucker

9. do you like cats or dogs better?

cats! dogs are good too but cats are a lot easier for me to handle...and quieter generally but even when they’re loud cat sounds dont get to me quite as much as barks do

20. what is your favorite season?

autumn but im starting to really like summer for some reason? wack :/

21. are you in a relationship?

nope

22. what is something you miss from your childhood?

the lack of responsibility, probably. that sounds real bad lmao but for me its like...I know I’ve grown in various ways over the years but I also feel like so many of my experiences, my trauma, my mental health has held me back and I don’t think I’m mentally where I should be for my age. so all the responsibility of adulthood is just..really overwhelming for me sometimes, even though ive been given a pass from certain aspects of it and the rest is pretty simple its the idea!!!!

23. who is your best friend?

my ex

24. what is your eye color?

25. what is your hair color?

26. who is someone you love?

my mom

27. who is someone you trust?

not really anyone rn unfortunately...would like 2 work on that

28. who is someone you think about often?

are my OCs a fair answer because i am always thinking about my babies.....

29. are you currently excited about/for something?

my favorite webcomic (that also has two of my all time favorite characters in it) just came back!! the artist disappeared back in 2015 like the day after I binge-read the whole fucking thing & i was so disappointed but its BACK and 2018 has been redeemed

30. what is your biggest obsession?

sims probably! i could talk about anything relating to it for hours

31. what was your favorite tv show as a child?

there were so damn many its hard to even think and figure out the most notable ones...i really, really liked teen titans though?

32. who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone?

my ex, again

33. are you superstitious?

not terribly so but somewhat. I take certain things as signs and I mean I do believe in astrology & such to a degree

34. do you have any unusual phobias?

i used to be afraid of mirrors but thats all i can think of and its not even a thing anymore...the only other thing is tornadoes but i dont think its unusual. but it definitely sucks for me ‘cause i live in tornado alley!

35. do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

behind it....like taking pretty pictures and dont like ppl capturing my image 2 film

36. what is your favorite hobby?

sims.....also singing!!! and drawing!!!! video editing!!!!!!!!! the works

37. what was the last book you read?

The Dream Thieves....havent finished it though because last time i went to read it a spider was lying in wait and im traumatized

38. what was the last movie you watched?

coco i think???

39. what musical instruments do you play, if any?

drums, various other percussion instruments, and violin mainly

40. what is your favorite animal?

ferrets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

41. what are your top 5 favorite tumblr blogs that you follow?

uhhhhh @bratsims @liliithvatore @cabsim @wildlyminiaturesandwich @keysims pls dont feel bad if i didnt include u these were just the first to pop into my head and ive been following some of them since I first made my blog!! and have kept up with their stories completely and enjoy them etc check them OUT !

42. what superpower do you wish you had?

shapeshifting!!! dysphoria? gone. ugliness? gone. want to morph into a fucked up clown and scare people when they realize all the classic clown features are a real actual part of my face? possible!

43. when and where do you feel most at peace?

chillin’ at the pool in summer during the part of the day when no ones there.... swimming is always relaxing 2 me then i love just resting under the sun and drying off afterwards especially since we have a little pond nearby and i can hear the water! its nice

44. what makes you smile?

always and without fail? interacting with anyone i have a crush on. i’ll look like a dope the whole time

45. what sports do you play, if any?

i used 2 play basketball a lot. Like not seriously but it was a thing

46. what is your favorite drink?

dr pepper and monster energy (original flavor) pumps through my veins at this point. we love a carbonated beverage

47. when was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody?

two years ago for my ex and I’s first year anniversary... I never got it mailed but I did at least take a picture of it (with included caption because my handwriting is atrocious). i was very up front about being a romantic and see heres the PROOF

48. are you afraid of heights?

nope! very excited by them actually

49. what is your biggest pet peeve?

i cant stand passive aggressive behavior. my stance is either get over it or quit acting like a bitch because otherwise im just going to ignore you thats the scorpio way (in all seriousness I really, really do recommend not putting up with it and ignoring it until they decide to be up front with you. it can be exhausting constantly reading into conversations and its not healthy for you or them. if they have something to say they need to learn to talk about it properly, and that lack of social skills is not ever on you)

50. have you ever been to a concert?

yep! i think about....six or so? i love them...which is really funny im autistic and EVERYTHING about them should freak me out and they do in other circumstances but at a show i just live for it

51. are you vegan/vegetarian?

nope! ive thought before id like to go vegetarian...but i couldnt do it with my health problems. also i love shrimp too much

52. when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

ive always wanted to do something creative! when i was rlly young I thought a lot about singing and acting and writing in particular...all things im still interested in.... also i wanted to be a dictator ages 4-7 because i told my mom i wanted to be president of the world and make people do what i say and she said “honey thats a dictator not a president”. i then made that known at school and that turned into a situation!

53. what fictional world would you like to live in?

pokemon universe or bust. 

54. what is something you worry about?

never being able to do things i want to do or catching up with others because of my disabilities

55. are you scared of the dark?

yes but a reasonable amount i think

56. do you like to sing?

yes :]

57. have you ever skipped school?

yes i used to play sick a LOT and as my parents caught onto it id even go all out to convince them. i was good at school but i hated it so much

58. what is your favorite place on the planet?

dunno! malls maybe i love shopping and looking at material objects i wish to own

59. where would you like to live?

oregon! portland in particular thats been my dream for a few years now

60. do you have any pets?

a cat! he lives with my dad & grandma though...hes grown up there and likes going outside so I felt bad about taking him with me when i moved out but anyway this is him hes fat and stupid and i love him his name is coffee

61. are you more of an early bird or a night owl?

night owl because my rhythm is all fucked up but in my heart....an early bird...if i get a good nights sleep i’ll be up early yacking your ear off and so excited for the day

62. do you like sunrises or sunsets better?

sunsets are prettier...but sunrises feel more refreshing

63. do you know how to drive?

nope ! im gay !

64. do you prefer earbuds or headphones?

headphones. better sound quality also discourages people from talking to me slightly more

65. have you ever had braces?

nope! but i need them

66. what is your favorite genre of music?

post-hardcore maybe?

67. who is your hero?

every trans person living their truth and being open and loud about who they are past present & future. the worlds not particularly kind to us and our existence alone is considered a radical act, so its always given me hope to see others refusing to pretend to be someone they’re not in this environment and I’ll always have mad respect for that

68. do you read comic books?

i read manga and webcomics...ive always wanted to get into superhero comics but the amount of issues and different versions is ridiculous and makes it inaccessible 2 me 

69. what makes you the most angry?

i mean its hard to pinpoint what makes me angry the MOST...but a contender is definitely how some people feel free to treat others with cruelty and think its their god given right to deny or attack someones existence in some way, & how acts of kindness, even the most basic are branded as liberal bullshit or whatever....it goes against everything i was taught growing up

70. do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book?

real book! electronic device can be easier but....rough on the eyes after a while and nothing beats the real thing for me

71. what was your favorite subject in school?

language arts...at least when we did creative writing stuff

72. do you have any siblings?

two older sisters & an older brother that passed away years ago but. still my brother u kno

73. what was the last thing you bought?

mocha frappe baby!!!!!

74. how tall are you?

5′4″

75. can you cook?

a little bit....not as much as id like to though but im learning

76. what are three things that you love?

storms, cheesy breadsticks, and cat purrs

77. what are three things that you hate?

unnecessary rudeness, being talked down to or generally treated like im stupid, grapefruit which is the worst thing on this list

78. do you have more female friends or more male friends?

female i think?

79. what is your sexual orientation?

im the big bad promiscuous bisexual your parents warned you about

80. where do you currently live?

oklahoma. gofundme campaign to get me out

81. who was the last person you texted?

my friend jojo! just Now!

82. when was the last time you cried?

yesterday afternoon but im a changed man now thats behind me. i will cry about different things soon

83. who is your favorite youtuber?

the mcelroy brothers. also super best friends play. matt, pat & woolie are all great tbh

84. do you like to take selfies?

depends on whether i feel ugly or terribly dysphoric that day or not

85. what is your favorite app?

ummmm....love live school idol festival ive been playin for years its an addiction

86. what is your relationship with your parent(s) like?

dad = bad mom = okay. theres some issues that strain it but its not too bad

87. what is your favorite foreign accent?

i have no idea what the fuck australians are talking about half the time but i dig it anyway 

88. what is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit?

Italy, Greece, Germany, Japan, Mexico, various other states (ive only been out of state three times. twice to texas and then once to kansas. for five minutes)

89. what is your favorite number?

6!! 26 also

90. can you juggle?

ive always wanted to but alas.... :-[

91. are you religious?

i suppose...but im rlly not into organized religion

92. do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting?

space probably theres so fucking much of it man!

93. do you consider yourself to be a daredevil?

not to brag but sometimes i eat my mcdonalds hamburgers cold from the fridge so you can figure that one out yourself B)

94. are you allergic to anything?

pecans. not deathly allergic though so catch me eating turtle pie anyway! 

95. can you curl your tongue?

nope :[

96. can you wiggle your ears?

nope :[

97. how often do you admit that you were wrong about something?

usually as soon as i realize....unless someones being real smug and annoying then i might be stubborn about it

98. do you prefer the forest or the beach?

ive never been to the beach but i love her!!!

99. what is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you?

probably that you have to look at your accomplishments differently when you’re disabled or just struggling, to not be so down on yourself because its a fact that what might be a mole hill to someone else is a mountain to you and you have to judge yourself accordingly. Like maybe you weren’t able to clean the whole house, but washing the dishes and tidying your desk doesn’t usually get done but you did it. That that should be celebrated because while it would also feel good if you did more, you still did something and thats great all things considered.

100. are you a good liar?

sometimes, really depends what im lying about and if im like....into it at all. If my guts against it for whatever reason I’ll have trouble

101. what is your hogwarts house?

i always get slytherin or hufflepuff! usually with like 1 point difference

102. do you talk to yourself?

i am talking to myself right now as i fill this out

103. are you an introvert or an extrovert?

extrovert mainly! i used to think i was more introverted but now i think a lot of exhaustion when theres any comes from me just going the extra mile and actively trying to read people and pick up on social ques.... if I just chill im fine

104. do you keep a journal/diary?

nope...ive tried but i just cant keep up with it so i do the next best thing. shouting into the void on the internet to a bunch of strangers

105. do you believe in second chances?

depends on what you did the first time. Some people just don’t deserve taking that risk imo...but i can be a little guarded so maybe thats a bit too harsh

106. if you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do?

turn it in, unless there was no identifying things in it & it was found somewhere kinda random. Then I’d maybe hold onto it unless my gut challenged that

107. do you believe that people are capable of change?

absolutely. i mean thats all we do throughout our lives is change and evolve...that being said I think extremely drastic changes are maybe not entirely impossible, but extremely rare, and the residue of the former self usually sticks around in some form

108. are you ticklish?

yes, dangerously so

109. have you ever been on a plane?

nope

110. do you have any piercings?

one day hopefully!

111. what fictional character do you wish was real?

asra from the arcana.....even if he wasn’t my boyfriend thats just a dude u could chill and eat some pomegranates with u know. Before I downloaded the app my friends kept telling me he was made for me and he really was he ticks like everything on my Favorite Characters Feature List except villain but he has that particular allure & attitude i like so much in villains so thats not a single point off hes perfect

112. do you have any tattoos?

nope...one day! hopefully!

113. what is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far?

accepting my genderqueerness and bisexuality definitely. Self Love hasn’t been perfected just yet but that was such a huge step in the right direction

114. do you believe in karma?

yes! she doesn’t get shit done as much as id like however

115. do you wear glasses or contacts?

glasses. not contacts yet because my eye doctor is a bitch

116. do you want children?

I do....just not sure if id be a good parent. Its really important to me if I had a child itd be for the right reason and I could raise them well in a healthy environment & be able to take care of all their needs yknow

117. who is the smartest person you know?

probably my friend jojo

118. what is your most embarrassing memory?

one time i looked outside and the sunset was really pretty and i wanted to get a photo of it so i walked out.....and stood like right by the street so there weren’t trees in my way...and then i realized mid-pic 1) i am not wearing pants & my shirt is full of holes 2) id been depressed for days so my hair was a tangled mess. I tailed it back inside so i didnt even get a nice pic it was blurry!

119. have you ever pulled an all-nighter?

120. what colour are most of you clothes?

black i didnt even have to think about that one

121. do you like adventures?

they are pretty swell

122. have you ever been on tv?

a few times when i was little. always photobombing the news reporters 4 what i thought would eventually lead 2 fame & fortune

123. how old are you?

21

124. what is your favorite movie quote?

this is technically lyrics to that lil song in moana at the end but

“ They have stolen the heart from inside you. But this does not define you.”

hits me hard every time! emotional impact? i know her

125. sweet or savory?

sweet!!!!!!!! gotta balance out my bitter somehow

#tag meme #about #srry if theres any weird grammar or spelling going on half of this was written when i had a monster headache #and was doing everything but laying down!!!!