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notalwaysthevillian · 3 years

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My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.4k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

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Chapter 7: Test Day

Exam day was here before we knew it.

“Alright! Everyone on the bus!” Iida called out as we staggered out of the dorms.

“Iida. Inside voice.” I shushed, rubbing my eyes.

Kaminari stumbled behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “‘M tired.”

“Me too.”

“You can nap on the bus!” Iida shouted, making the two of us jump.

Grumbling about how loud it was, I dragged Kaminari with me to the back. We collapsed into one of the seats, him letting me have the aisle seat.

I fell asleep almost immediately, using him as my pillow.

“ Dew Drop. Wake up. ”

I took a deep breath, stretching my arms. “We’re here?”

“Yeah, come on. They’re gonna think we’re up to something.” He teased, grabbing my hand.

We walked off the bus and gathered up with the rest of the class. The arena looked pretty cool, with a top that seemed like it could close if it rained. With my quirk, I hoped they would keep it open, but I was willing to bet that wasn’t the case.

“What if I don’t get my license?!” I heard Mineta panicking.

“Mineta.” Mr. Aizawa leaned down to his height. “Don’t ask if you can. Say you will.”

“Right! Sure! I’ve so got this!”

Mr. Aizawa turned to the rest of us. “If you can pass this test and get your provisional licenses, then you novice eggs will hatch into chicks. You’ll be semi-pros. I expect your best.”

“Alright! I can’t wait to be a heroic chicken!” Kaminari yelled out, firing up the class.

“Let’s call out the usual you guys!” Kirishima held up a fist. “On my mark. Plus -”

“ULTRA!”

I jumped as a boy yelled with us, appearing right next to me. His uniform was different. He must’ve been from another school.

“You know, it’s pretty rude to barge into other people’s conversations like that, Inasa.”

“Pardon me! I am so extremely sorry!” He bowed so deeply his head grazed the concrete.

“Who is this guy?” Kaminari pointed at him. “It’s too early for this much enthusiasm.”

I elbowed him. “Be nice! When we’re pros there’s a chance we may end up working with some of them. Not everyone comes from UA.”

“UA in the east, Shiketsu in the west.” Bakugo scoffed.

“I wanted to say it just once!” Inasa stood back up. “Plus Ultra!”

“Plus Ultra!” I echoed back, giving everyone from Shiketsu a friendly smile. “I look forward to competing today!”

“I’m honored to compete against such incredible students. I’m looking forward to it!”

The Shiketsu students continued on into the building, a few of them giving me a quick wave.

“Inasa Yoarashi.”

“Do you know that guy, Mr. Aizawa?” Hagakure asked.

“Yes. He’s strong. He’s the same year as you, and received the top scores for students admitted through recommendations. But for some reason, he turned down his acceptance to UA and went to Shiketsu.”

“Wait, he’s our age?!”

I nudged Kaminari. “I thought Momo had the top score.”

“Must’ve just been the top score for UA.”

Mina looked after the students, watching them walk off. “What a weirdo.”

“Maybe, but he’s the real deal. Keep an eye on him.” Mr. Aizawa looked at me then. “Nima, keep your quirk a secret until necessary.”

“Why?”

“Trust me.”

“Eraser?!” A female voice called out to us, making Mr. Aizawa cringe. “I’d know that scowl anywhere. I saw you on TV and at the sports festival. Been a while since we were this close in person!”

A realization hit me like a freight train. “Oh no.”

Mina and Kaminari both looked at me in confusion.

“Guys, your sports festival aired live.”

More confused looks.

“Which means that almost everyone here knows what your quirks are.”

Todoroki sighed. “We’re at a disadvantage.”

“Not entirely.” I crossed my arms behind my back. “I wasn’t at the sports festival. They don’t know what I can do.”

“You’re our only advantage then.” Mina pointed out. “That’s probably why Mr. Aizawa told you to keep your quirk a secret.”

“Over here everyone!” The woman who was talking to Mr. Aizawa waved some students over. “This is UA.”

“Whoa! It’s Class A!”

“That’s amazing! I’ve seen them on TV before!”

“Second years from Ketsubutsu Academy. This is Class 2. They’re my students.” The woman said.

One boy ran up to Midoriya. “Hey, I’m Shindo. Seems like UA’s had a lotta trouble this year. Must’ve been tough for you.”

“Uh, yeah.”

The boy moved to Kaminari, grabbing his hands. “But even so, you’re all still aiming to become pro heroes, despite those hardships.”

He moved to me. “It’s wonderful!”

Before he could grab my hands, I took a step back. “Thanks.”

“Hearts full of fortitude. I believe that’s what every hero in the world needs to have.”

He gave me a sparkling smile. Something about it felt off.

“This pretty boy is gonna steal our girls.”

I threaded my finger’s through Kami’s. “Not me.”

He gave me a kiss on the forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

I saw Shindo talking to Bakugo, who slapped his hand away. “Stop pretending. What you say doesn’t match the look in your eyes.”

“Man, don’t be rude!” Kiri called him out.

The others apologized to Shindo, but I slipped out of Kami’s grip and over to our resident stick of dynamite. “You’re absolutely right. He’s faking it.”

“Glad to know you have some common sense.” He huffed, glaring at Shindo. “Stick with me today. You’re strong.”

I was confused, but nodded before moving back to Kami’s side.

“Hey. Get your costumes on and head to orientation. There’s no time to waste.”

“Yes, sir!”

Jirou fell into step with me. “It’s weird. I always forget we’re famous to other schools.”

“We’re basically celebrities when it comes to hero course students.”

We got into our costumes and were briefed by the Heroes Public Safety Commisson guy. I tuned out most of it. We had balls, we had to hit targets. Easy peasy. My Tidal Wave would come in handy here.

The walls of the room we were in folded down, revealing the rest of the arena, covered in various terrains.

“Everyone!” Midoriya addressed us. “Stay close together. We’ll fight them as a group.”

“Yeah right. This isn’t a field trip.” Bakugo gave me and Kiri a look before running off.

I followed, knowing Kami would be right behind me.

“Idiot! Wait up!” Kiri called, chasing after us.

Bakugo headed to the city terrain. I knew he’d do well there, with so many buildings to use as perches. Hopefully there was a fake water tower or two I could steal from.

I heard what sounded like an earthquake behind us. “What the hell was that?”

“Doesn’t matter. Keep moving.”

I could hear people being knocked out of the running left and right. Further away, I saw an ice wall go up, and then heard some explosions.

“Looks like Todoroki is doing well.”

“Shut up!”

About half the spots were taken by the time we were climbing up a fire escape.

“Hey Kaminari. Why’d you follow us?” Kiri asked.

“You guys started running, and you stole my girlfriend. Of course I was gonna follow you. Where are we going?”

“Shut up!”

“Why do you always sound so mad?”

“I told you to chill out Bakugo.” Kiri sighed. “It looks like there’s a lot of people up there, so let’s work together.”

“Go die.”

I tapped on Bakugo’s boot. “Hey, you asked me to be here.”

“I didn’t think I’d get Spark Plug too.”

“Dude, we’re dating, what did you think was gonna happen?”

“Come on man.”

Something swung at us. Kirishima shoved me forward. “Look out!”

“Kirishima!”

He was squashed into a little ball of flesh. I couldn’t help but gag. “That’s disgusting.”

“What the crap?” Kaminari pulled me behind him. “Did that really just happen?”

“All I know is that bastard looks like he’s to blame.”

A Shiketsu student stood in the road, tons of flesh balls around him. One of my hands rested on Kami’s back as I stepped closer to him. “Careful.”

“I’ll kill him!”

“I’m from Shiketsu.” The boy started, and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. Of course he would monologue.

“Please notice, my school keeps our hats on when we’re working. Why’s that? Because. Each and every one of our movements is crowned by the legacy and honor of our school.” He dropped Kirishima on the ground, making the worst noise ever. “This is a demonstration. Proof of the difference in level between my peers and your vulgar classes. We value obligation and dignity - things that appear to be sorely lacking among you.”

Bakugo laughed. “I really hate your type.”

“He’s hard to follow.”

“He’s saying he thinks he’s better than we are.” I explained. “How about we show him otherwise?”

“Maybe don’t provoke this guy?! Look what he did to Kirishima!”

I pecked Kami on the cheek. “Bug, we can handle him.”

“UA High. I have respect for your school. I take pride in the fact that our institutions are treated as equals. But your class is shameful. You act in ways that disgrace heroes!”

Giant fingers appeared from behind his back.

“He’s attacking again!”

I took a step back. “I don’t want to be gross!”

“Shut up!” Bakugo snapped. “Obligation”? “Dignity”? You just like to hear yourself talk. I don’t see any proof. Show us with your actions, not your cheap words! If you can.”

“You’re worst of all, Bakugo!”

The fingers separated from him, flying towards Bakugo. I pulled the water from my belt, ready to grab them with my whip and pull them away from us if necessary.

Bakugo ran forward, setting up for his special AP shot move. He shot the fingers out of the sky, before lowering his gauntlet.

“I had to make a weak version so I didn’t kill anyone.”

“You know, this is why everyone is terrified of you - you’re way too hardcore.”

The fingers started forming back on the boy’s arms. “Okay, so they float back to him. Disgusting.”

“I see now. I’ll teach you a lesson by breaking you. This will show you what it means to be dignified and behave like a hero!”

The fingers started coming at us again. I stepped back, knowing that someone from a place like Shiketsu wouldn’t just do the same move again.

“He thinks he’s better than us!” Bakugo started running towards him. He started taking out more fingers with his AP shot.

I jumped forward to help, keeping a small whirlpool rotating around me. I’d be able to sense something hitting me from the back, if that was the plan.

“Let’s just get this fight over with. Maybe this will speed things along!”

Two of Kami’s discs shot out, hitting the wall next to the boy as he dodged. “Crap!”

“Work on your aim, and your look. Maybe I can make you something more appealing!”

“Enough talk! Die!”

Bakugo shot out some explosions and smoke filled the area. Just as it cleared, I saw a finger come out from the side, inches from Bakugo’s neck.

“No!”

I threw a wave forward but it was too late. Bakugo was grabbed.

“Once I touch you, you’re my plaything.”

“Bakugo!”

“Idiots,” he grumbled as he was morphed. “Fix this!”

He threw something toward Kaminari, but the boy didn’t notice as I drew my wave back. I moved to Kami’s side, letting the whirlpool swirl around our feet.

“Can you make it bigger?”

I tried pulling moisture from the air, my heart pounding when I realized that it wasn’t working. “The air is too dry, and we’re not close enough to any other bodies of water. This is all I have.”

“This is a demonstration. The test has an unusually low passing rate. At first this seemed counterintuitive given our current world.”

As he started to monologue again, I whispered, “I can soak him, but it’ll leave us vulnerable.”

“Wait for my signal.”

“I decided to thin the herd myself.” The boy continued.

“You’re ignoring the test because you think you’re superior?”

I let the water swirl faster. “You’re crazy. The world needs heroes that can do as they’re asked, not do what they want.”

“I’m simply separating the mediocre from the extraordinary.” He stepped forward, leaning his weight on Kirishima. “By the way. Your comrades here still feel pain in this form. Your untamed electricity will torture your friends if you use it. And you don’t seem to have enough water to hurt me as well as you could. You’re stuck.”

“You’ve been doing nothing but hurling insults at us this entire time.” Kami put a hand to his forehead. I’m kind of starting to take it personally, ya know.”

“Then you’re more self aware than I thought. Take some time to reflect on your failure!”

Kami reached behind him, throwing something. “Reflect on this!”

An explosion rocked behind him, distracting the boy.

“It’s not just a fashion statement. He can use that gear along with his nitro sweat to create simple grenades.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “He tossed it to you.”

Kami nodded at me, and I wrapped the water around the boy, soaking him to the bone.

“By the way, big shot. You stumbled into a really killer spot!” Electricity arced off of Kami’s finger, straight toward the disc.

His electricity, combined with being soaked, shocked him worse than I anticipated. He gasped, falling to his knees.

“Listen up. Bakugo might seem like a jerk on the surface, but he’s actually trying hard to be a pro-hero. He threw that grenade to me while being attacked. That was a result of calm judgement and planning.”

I nodded, noticing our friends were starting to come out of flesh ball form. “And Kirishima is such a good guy that he shoved me out of the way, taking the hit himself!”

“You only know bits and pieces of information about them. Don’t insult what you don’t know!”

The boy stood, fingers appearing around him again. “I’ll teach you to be more aware of your place! You degenerate!”

Kirishima activated his quirk, punching him in the stomach as Bakugo came in and blasted him.

“The more damage he takes, the more people get released.” Kiri pointed out.

Bakugo stood in front of all of us. “No wonder he was only using long distance attacks.”

Kiri nodded at us. “Thanks for the save, you two.”

“What took so long?!”

“You’re so mean! No one’s gonna like you if you -”

“Sorry to interrupt, but could we get our points and get out of here?” I asked, gesturing to the many people that were coming out of ball form. “Before they get us?”

Bakugo licked his lips.

“We’ve got targets.”

#mha #my hero academia #kaminari x oc #kaminari/oc

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freebooter4ever · 4 years

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old photos from my last yr in the burgh cause im feeling nostalgic

jon on the back porch of our friends lawrenceville split rowhouse, you can see how much nicer our neighbors half of the house lawn was lol, ours was so overgrown we couldnt use it, the parties and banana grilling happened on the basement door steps and the alley, the alley was this tiny space between rowhouses that was probably only a little wider than jons shoulders

my dance buddy crawling out of my third story window to the roof, you can see the christmas lights i covered my entire ceiling with inside, theres another photo of her glaring at me bc im taking an ungraceful photo of her but its not as funny as this one

Rooftops and my dance buddy who came to watch the sunset with me one last time and who i think really misses having me in the same city bc i think her hatred of the whole human race is adorable rather than offputting (shes very literary, but shes also small and cute and she can dance). ALSO the only girl (different girl) who i ever almost went on a date with held my hand and helped me onto this roof when i was trying to decide if i should move in or not, and then at the party which was kinda my trial run to see if i was a good fit for the house she and i were inseperable, and i never told my friend the landlord but that influenced wayyyyy too much of my decision to move in, like yes dude i will live in your house also how often does that friend come over bc i might marry her. of course two days later that same girl moved out of the country.

jon being adorable and napping with his kitten blanket, like he puts on this cool hipster artist act but this is him 90% of the time, the other 10% of the time is alien noises. i promise he would agree with this.

i honestly have no idea what this building is but i walked past it so many times in the southside that before i left it was high on my take a photo of priority list, i could get SO MUCH texture reference from this, like fuck thats a lot of rust and different types of wood damage and concrete crumbling, the burgh was definitely a 3D texture environment artists dream, ethan and i used to go around with his fancy camera and use it to recreate pieces in 3D with photos.

in this old 30's era gym i beat a bunch of hipsters in a mario kart tournament (easy as pie) and also won a costume contest while playing dodgeball, and got a free voucher to the fanciest hipster dining venue around, and anyway before i left the city i took jon and my bff to eat way expensive food for free and the three of us hung out in the empty gym after bc Aesthetic. there is also a photobooth roll that goes with this but we look terribly drunk in that

at the bottom of our hill in lawrenceville was two of the most important necessities: belvederes ultra dive (roller disco nights) and this theater that would pick a theme and only play those type of movies for a month so naturally, my favorite was Singing in the Rain. (at the top of our hill was my personal necessity brillobox and alex's favorite cheap vietnamese restaurant).

the main branch of the burgh library was within walking distance of the university i worked at so spent a lot of time there, but anyway wtf was up with these floors? it was like walking on glass planks of a space ship but like...steampunk spaceship bc this shit is from the early 1900's and made out of STEEL. old asshole carnegie built hundreds of libraries, do all of them have creepy steep and glass floors between bookshelves??? (ps dont do what jon is doing you can get your foot stuck ask me how i know) i had three book sections memorized: the art animation books, the oversized art animation books, and the retro mod architecture books

jon actually asked me to take a close up photo of his new belt buckle this is 100% his fault, i introduced him to all my favorite vintage stores in the burgh and his ridiculous belt buckle collection increased tenfold. this feels mccree worthy, honestly.

the number of various guys i brought to the waterfalls over the years is...higher than one would expect given my face... and each time theyd be like wow this is so romantic and its our spot now and im like YUP DEFINITELY our spot just us no one else. truth is i just loved the three hour scenic drive and the Gene And Boots candy shop on the way that carried my favorite melty mints with NO corn syrup (impossible to find outside of mom and pop type candy factories). the REAL truth is that i came here most often on my own to write than i ever took anyone romantic or friends or otherwise.

when i say ae pi always had the coolest booths during spring carnival this is what i mean (he's got wings and a construction hat and a halo bc CREATION get it??)

when our research group got moved down to the river and i spent a lot of quiet nights in the snow walking across the bridge to the southside at like three am, also that big ass thing is something to do with the steel industry but i lived here ten yrs and fuck if i know what it is

#Journal shit

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rahirah · 6 years

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via Barb's Place (again stolen from shadowkat) 1. How would you describe your current fashion style? Uh... no clue. I decided some time back that I had two clothing objectives: I wanted to feel comfortable, and I wanted to look decent. There are a lot of looks I like that just don't work on me. Instead of focusing on what I couldn't wear, I decided to concentrate on finding things I liked that I DID look good in, and building a style around that. So I went through my closet and got rid of a bunch of things that I'd bought because they looked good on the rack, and started replacing them with things that looked good on me. I take some inspiration from soft butch/tomboy-ish styles, but with a lot of modifications. What it boils down to is, in summer I wear jeans and assorted short-sleeved shirts or tank tops, and in the winter I wear jeans and long-sleeved shirts with a sweater or a jacket or sometimes a vest if I want to be fancy. Boots/sneakers/sandals as weather dictates, no high heels except for costuming. 2. What’s your favorite decade for fashion? 90s-present, if I bother to think about it? The 80s were fun in some respects, but I couldn't pull those looks off then, and they're vaguely appalling now. The 70s are right out. 3. Formal or casual? Casual. 4. Thrift store, boutique, or online? Thrift store, occasional online. 5. Do you like to accessorize? Earrings always, wedding ring and another similar ring inherited from my father's family always, occasionally a necklace or bracelet if I'm dressing up. I use a belt with pants that will slide off my hips if I don't wear one, and that's about it. 6. What piece of clothing do you spend your money on the most? What piece do I spend money on the most, or what piece do I spend the most money on? It's two different things. I buy pants and shirts most often, but the individual pieces I've spent the most on have probably been either shoes, or my Elaborate Handmade Steampunk Hat. 7. Do you wear hats? I should, because AZ is Skin Cancer Central, but I have a small head, and so I have a hard time finding cheap ones that fit, and if I wear one too long, I tend to get a headache. I have some knit caps that I wear in the winter to keep my head warm, one good leather cowboy hat (they kick you out of Arizona if you don't own at least one cowboy hat) and a sort of safari-dude-looking sun hat. And two incredibly awesome steampunk hats for costuming. 8. What is your opinion on wearing socks and sandals together? If it's cold enough to wear socks, I won't be wearing sandals. If you like 'em, though, go for it. 9. What colors do you like to wear? Blues, greys, reds/pinks/burgundies, red-toned browns, black, white, ivory as long as it's not too yellowy. Purples are meh. Avoid orange/yellow/green like the plague. 10. What fashions do you hate? I don't really have a fashion that I hate. That's expending entirely too much energy on fashion. If I don't like it, I just don't wear it. 11. What do you think of body piercing? Neutral. I don't like pain, and I doubt I'd ever have anything but my ears pierced. Besides, I have vague allergy/sinus issues a lot of the time, and having a nose piercing of any kind when you have to blow your nose a lot seems ill-advised. And anything else tenderer, imagining the pain makes my tits want to retract inside my body. (That said, I do want to get a cartilage piercing in one or both ears eventually.) 12. Do you like dyed hair? I don't like dying my hair to hide grey, and I refuse to do that. I don't mind dying it now and then for fun effects. 13. Can you wear heels? What is the highest heel you can wear? I can wear 1-2 inch boot heels with no problem. I don't like wearing anything much higher than that. I have a few 3-4 inch chunky heeled shoes, but I wear them very rarely, usually only for costuming purposes. Stillettoes, no way. 14.Do you have any experience with makeup? Tried messing with it a couple of times in my late teens/20s, decided it was pain in the ass, chucked it and never looked back. 15. Have you ever worn a uniform or traditional clothes? Choir robes. A Girl Scout uniform. That's about it. 16. What’s your favorite piece of clothing? The leather jackets I've got that it's too hot here to wear. :cries: 17. Have you ever had to wear something you didn’t like? Who hasn't? I think the thing that's stuck in my head most over the years was a pair of second-hand Oxfords that one of my aunts sent Mom in the yearly Big Box Of Hand-Me-Downs that we got from our older cousins. They were too big for me, nothing like anyone else at school wore, and heavy and clunky and uncomfortable. I hated them. Mom loooooved them, and couldn't understand why I didn't want to wear them. 18. How do you feel about wearing fur? I can't afford fur, but honestly, I love the look and feel of it. I'd never buy anything endangered, but I'd be fine with stuff like hair-on hides where the animal's being killed for food anyway. 19. Do you prefer simple or detailed outfits? Simple for everyday, but I don't mind detailed for special occasions. 20. How often do you wear jewelry? Earrings and two rings, almost always, anything else, rarely. 21. Do you have any souvenir clothing from trips or concerts? A couple of t-shirts. 22. Do you paint your nails? Very rarely. I'm not very good at it. That would improve with practice, but I don't like the feel of polish on my nails. It makes my fingers feel heavy. 23. What are your favorite pair of shoes (add a photo if possible)? A pair of vintage Doc Martens. 24. Do you carry a bag, backpack, purse, or something else? I have a leather messenger bag type thing, a backpack, and some smaller purses. Depends on how much I'll be carrying and how fancy the occasion is. 25. What does your hair look like right now? Very short, bleached on top. In fact, if I had to pick THE most important fashion thingy not to cut corners on, it would be get a good haircut. It is SO worth spending a little extra to go to someone who really knows what they're doing. And don't be afraid to lay down the law about what you want, either. 26. Have you worn something you or someone you know has made? Yes. My mother and grandmother made a lot of our play clothes when we were small. And I've made a lot of costumes over the years, and a few regular pieces of clothing. 27. Have you made any clothes/ jewelry? Yes. I was into beading for awhile and made a lot of necklaces and earrings. I still have a few of the necklaces. I've also made lots of costumes over the years, and a few regular pieces of clothing. 28. What are your thoughts on perfume/cologne? Neutral. I don't wear it myself, and I have a very poor sense of smell, so when people describe a wild profusion of scent notes they get from a perfume, all I can do is say, "Uh... sweet, I guess?" 29. What do you wear to go swimming? A swimsuit. 30. What would be your ideal outfit? Jeans, Doc Martens, long sleeved shirt with a vest, leather jacket, maybe a belt, earrings. I can only wear this for like three weeks in the middle of winter. :P comments

#IFTTT #Barb's Place

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trixcuomo · 4 years

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When the Howling Owl party’s over

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((Wanted to wake up this morning, write something for Trixany while listening to Billie Eilish. Not a continuation of #slay trixany , which is a different story. Just something sweet and random for after the Howling Owl masquerade, with her ex from the MLFMP series. LOTS of Billie Eilish song quotes throughout.

By the way, if you like Sunthraze & Trix singing, you should check out the Awwww! chapter from my other story in that series.))

~20 min. read

Trixany observed the really sexy redhead in her bed for far longer than he would want, had he been awake. She’d moved to the end of the bed, leaving Sunthraze to sprawl over the top half. Trixany didn’t want to leave him yet, or have him leave. But she did need to watch him. It was an unfair, unhappy instinct she didn’t understand.

“Don’t you know I’m no good for you?” Trixany whispered to herself. “I’ve learned to lose you…”

It all began when Trixany Cuomo realized she would be going home alone. That she would have to lie to herself, again, say she liked it like that.

Her ex Sunthraze had these dimples whenever he was unable to be himself, far, far away. Or, when he laughed, when he got very angry. But she knew that he disliked his dimples making him look less serious or overly comical—extremes of himself, like he could lose control of himself in moments when he wanted to be real. Like that whisky going through his fingers, and all over his shirt, instead of staying in the glass.

Trixany had spilled it all over him in order to get him here, in her bed. He’d glared up at her, flanked by his date and the waitress who’d begun to flirt with Sunthraze too. It would have been enough to take his girl and leave. He didn’t.

He didn’t when she was in her phoenix costume, or coming out of it, and all those fun feathers. Or, she realized the costume wasn’t enough at the masquerade. He’d stayed comfortable in his corner despite that.

Trixany was over in his territory now, looking down at the man dressed as a rat. A dashing rat in a top hat and tails, though up to no good, ready to be nasty. Fit Sunthraze perfectly. Trixany was taller than anyone in his little group, especially him. And as he fumed, and the waitress got overly sorry, found an excuse to pat him down with a bar cloth, and Sunthraze’s girlfriend the mouse-in-tight-skirt, whoever the fel she thought she was, attempted not to laugh…

Damn, she should have defended her man.

“Have you lost your mind, Trixany?”

“I don’t mind. Maybe it’s in the gutter. Where I left my lover.”

Him, “You—” But how could he finish?

Then their eyes met at the party, in the middle of everything. Some people are said to spark. Lightning popped between Trixany and Sunthraze, before the storm.

The annoying vestiges of their new lives caught on something, teased away. Colorful laughter that shouldn’t have been anywhere near them. Celebrations over nothing when everything was still lost, to the two of them. On some nights, ‘getting on with life’ felt like such a farce. We’ll wear our costumes to this thing, I guess, but that’s me being a phoenix ontop of the me that pretends to have better things to do without you. Without the world we once had.

No, it hadn’t been an accident. Yes, Trixany had been acting up. Yes, she’d wanted to see those dimples again. It was less what an ex-girlfriend would do, more like what a bitch-in-heat might try.

Now? Middle of the night, with him. She should have been victorious, lying up smiling, feeling like a winner.

I could lie and say I like it like that, I like it like that…

Trixany pulled the covers away and started to swaddle herself in them. She watched the blanket edge away from Sunthraze’s red-gold hair laying against his shoulder. It slid over his mid-section, revealing the wonderful musculature there. That hair was longer than it had ever been while they were together. It framed everything, even that hard ass while he slept.

He kicked her under the covers. Trixany sneered and kept taking the covers away.

“Two things.” Sunthraze arced a sleepy eyebrow. He barely opened an eye for her. “It’s damned cold in this cheap apartment—” she kicked him back, “And, funnily enough…” he was a smartmouth by nature, better at conversation than most people, always racing ahead of them and loving it. That would wake Sunthraze up more than the cold, his desire to enjoy putting someone else through their paces, “I can’t keep running to put you out whenever you get yourself in heat, Trixany.”

“In what?”

“In heat! Like the psycho axe-wielding, bitch goddess from hell you really, truly are.”

His voice was gravelly, his vocal chords not warmed up yet. His decision to like her back was not quite made yet. The magic of the night hours before, of excusing himself, snatching her out of the party and to hasten down the stairs to set her straight… Then shouting became touching and running away together. Leaving everyone standing upstairs was too wrong, too tempting, chaotic and romantic.

Perfect for two Blood Elves who once ran off after Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider to Outland with as much beautiful daring. Even if their brash hope did not build the paradise they dreamed. He failed, then they failed.

Trixany lay back on one of the pillows she’d stolen and placed at her end of the bed.

Now, Sunthraze was gazing at his ex and her bare body, Trixany doing her fantastic thing.

As sultry as she could manage, “Don’t call me Trixany.”

“I don’t call you anything.”

“Yeah, bastard. Another thing you might try? Call me back!”

He laughed and chanted with her, “CALL ME BACK!”

They both waited for that to fade, what shouldn’t have been funny, but what had become a joke between them.

Sunthraze shrugged and admitted, “I know that. I had a hard time getting used to that new moniker of yours, Lucia.”

“It’s a stage name.” she sighed, smoothed her foot up his shin this time. “It works, I guess. On other people.”

“And then I used to call you Tempest. A lot.”

She sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “Too many damned names. Haha! I keep outgrowing them, I guess. One day, I’d better find a--”

“Yeah, don’t marry anyone who can’t call you Lucia. Promise me.” His masculine voice overpowering hers in that little apartment was a nice surprise.

She lounged, now openly enjoying the sight of her Sunthraze.

He smirked, “If I knew it all then, would I do it again?”

“Do what again? Which of our mistakes would you force yourself through a sieve through, all over again?”

“Would I do it again? If they knew what they said would go straight to my head, what would they say instead?” No, Sunthraze was singing to her.

Trixany shook her head, that she didn’t understand. But Trixany nestled into the pillow, feeling something. Something finally.

“Don’t wanna lie here,” he patted the space beside him, “But you can learn to.”

“Where’s your guitar?”

Sunthraze smiled evilly, that he wasn’t done with her yet, and she couldn’t distract him. “You kidnapped me, remember. I can’t play for you with my guitar in your apartment. Unless you still have my other old guitar that you never gave back.”

Trixany rolled her eyes, turned over. “Whose song are you singing anyway—”

He went for it again, in his tender voice, “What the hell did I do? Never been the type to… let someone see right through…”

“Come on, you don’t love me. That’s what his whole night was about.” She snuggled into the pillow, “Why we had to do it this way. We can’t get along anyplace else--”

“Maybe won't you take it back, say you were tryna make me laugh. And nothing has to change today, you didn't mean to say ‘I love you’.”

She had to pause. “We shouldn’t do this… I. I don’t think I said that, Sunthraze.”

He was soulful, not unkind. “I love you and I don't want to. Oh-oh-oh.” Though his words could have mocked her.

Trixany sat up in bed on her end. His woman, now transfixed.

“Whose song is that? Because I know it isn’t yours.”

“It’s our song.” He patted the space in bed by his side one last time.

Trixany rolled her eyes, but smiled and crawled up the length of him. Then, she lay down with him, her old friend, her ex, her fuck buddy. Whatever he was, he was lovely. Always the tall one, she put her arms around Sunthraze and let him snuggle against her.

“Sunthraze. Last night, I guess I shouldn’tve—”

He looked up at her, let his voice resonate again with their bodies so close. “Sorry can’t save me now… Sorry I don’t know how. Sorry there’s no way out, Trix.”

“But down?”

He lay his head against her chest.

“Crying isn’t like you.” Trixany sang back sweetly, almost a whisper. She swept a hand down his rose-golden hair. White light began to make the curtains glow. The night was long over.

“What the hell did I do?” He gripped her with strong arms around her waist, and with that soulful voice.

“Sunthraze, it’s alright. You keep singing… I don’t care where it comes from. Or how things are… now.” She inhaled a pained breath, blinked rather than cry, “As long as it’s you.”

And the gorgeous redhead serenaded her all morning. His body, his soul.

Coming on like dawn.

#billie eilish #wyrmrest roleplay

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ruffsficstuffplace · 7 years

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The Keeper of the Grove (Part 64)

Velvet smiled.

Weiss stared blankly at her, her expression unreadable underneath her mask.

Velvet frowned. “Is something the matter, Weiss…?”

“I'm sorry! I'm just… SO disgusted with myself right now, for never connecting these dots!” Weiss cried as she threw her hands in the air. “I have known you for almost all of my entire life, how have I never realized your 'fake' animal ears and tails were real?!”

“The Order of the Seekers are extremely thorough with their cover-ups,” Penny explained. “It also helps that there is a unique quirk of both our human and Fae minds that find it much easier to accept the lie than the reality-shattering truth that the Fae are not mythological creatures, and have been lurking among you for over a millennium.”

“But it's just a headband and a belt with pieces cut out for her ears and tail!” Weiss whined. “How could it work so well…?!”

Blake patted her on the shoulder. “Naw yu nowh haw ay feele...”

“We really don't know!” Penny replied with a shrug. “Numerous makers and Fae-funded scientists have been attempting to crack the secret for all this time, but it looks like for however our respective intelligences and perspectives advance, we're just constantly blindsided by it.”

“It's kinda like how your facial recognition technology kept getting screwed over by people wearing eyeglasses until you figured out how to fix it,” Ruby added.

Weiss sighed heavily. “How many humans know about this?”

“A select few,” Velvet replied. “You're the first person from the Schnee family to have been made aware of this, actually.”

“You mean mom never realized there was something up about Granny Scar? They hung out all the time!”

Blake shrugged. “Wurkt fur us in Sellesschionn, still wurks naw.”

Weiss sighed again, her face falling. “So how many of your human employees know the secret?”

“None, considering we don't have them in the first place!” Velvet replied.

Weiss looked around at the Fae lounging about. “So all of these Fae…?”

“… Are employees of the Plushie Palace?” Velvet finished. “Yes, yes they are.”

As if on cue, a group of Fae got up, put on the hats and elaborate costumes that were the Palace's uniforms. They easily hid their tails, horns, ears, and other Fae features under hats, loose pant legs, and coats, before they went to an elevator and back to the public areas of the establishment.

A different group of costumed employees took their places, sighing and talking happily in Actaeon as they threw off hats, pulled down scarves, and shimmied out of pants, horns, ears, and tails springing free and waggling about in the open air.

Weiss recognized some of them as the very same people that had been attending to her and Winter earlier that month. “… They aren't even wearing contacts, are they...?” she asked, defeated.

Velvet shook her head.

“Do you need a moment to recover from your existential crisis?” Penny asked.

“No… I'll just… pick up the pieces while we go around and enjoy the fair, it's not going to last all night...” Weiss muttered.

“Then off we go!” Ruby said, cheerfully raising her scythe.

Before they left the Palace, a team of watchers, weavers, and seekers did a last minute check if they could remember their fake identities and stories, then enchant their gear with special magic that'd render their weapons harmless, and keep Weiss from using all but her most harmless spells.

She could feel it most strongly with Myrtenaster, still humming in her hand but muted, like it was trapped underneath thick soundproof material.

“I was wondering why we weren't using your prop scythe,” Weiss said as she and the others holstered or concealed their weapons.

“It's in case something happens back at the Valley,” Ruby replied. “Can't waste time finding my real scythe, because shit goes down fast back there!”

Weiss nodded. “I can imagine.”

The four of them boarded an underground tram in one of the Palace's many secret tunnels and entrances, and off they went, through a complex series of fronts and outposts owned and operated by Candela's many seekers and the handful of humans aware of the big secret, until they emerged from the back-doors of a gigantic high-end casino.

Weiss looked back at it as they walked along the sidewalk.

The place had a 100-foot flashing holo for a sign, many smaller ones boasting of all its facilities and its reputation among high rollers and small-time gamblers all over the realm, and of course, its very skilled and attractive staff.

To top it all of, it was named the “Snake Eyes,” with a sexy snake Fae waitress lounging on top of the letters winking at passersby, her reptilian lower half curled into the shape of the “S” in “Snake.”

She sighed and turned away. “Refuge in audacity indeed...” she muttered under her breath.

The group slowed down and were on high-alert as they crossed into the Dark Side of Candela, where the decorations and the Eve of the Ether specials stopped being so friendly and playful.

Now, they were for intense Trance simulations made affordable because the power companies were paying consumers to use energy to avoid overloads; “witches' brews” of a very different kind; and the kinds of costumes that wouldn't be allowed anywhere else in the city.

The few Peacekeepers assigned (or willing to be assigned) to the area paid them little heed; it wasn't unusual for teenagers to get up to mischief on the Eve, emboldened by their costumes and the spirit of the holiday, and the Bureau was much more concerned with the official fair.

The adults manning the businesses couldn't have cared less—not unless you were willing to pay the exorbitantly inflated prices, mostly from the “discretion fee.”

“Where are we going?” Weiss asked as they crossed an overpass, wary of the bums laying on the steps.

“To the one place I'm sure Yang is going to be waiting for me,” Ruby replied, smiling underneath her mask.

That turned out the to be the “The Shithole,” a bar that was exactly everything Weiss imagined it to be: dank, smelly, and full of unwashed and unsavoury types drinking cheap beer as they talked about their sordid lives or partook in ages old bar games like drunk billiards, possibly with the twist of the loser cracking their cue over the winner's head whilst accusing them of cheating.

The four moved in a tight formation, Ruby up front, Penny in the back, Weiss and Blake at the sides. The patrons noticed them and seemed amused to see this seemingly lost quartet of scared teenagers, but most of them quickly went back to their own business.

All except one, at least.

“Well lookie what we have here!” said a massive brute as she got up off his seat, a cheap beer in her hand and many more empty bottles on her table. “You lost, girlies? Because this doesn't seem like a place for gals like you to be in.”

“We're just here to meet up with someone, thanks,” Ruby said, trying to make her way around him.

The brute grinned, an ugly face with a several times broken nose, the look of someone that couldn't or wouldn't pay for the relatively cheap reconstructive surgery. “And who's that going to be, huh?” she chuckled, her awful breath making Ruby and Blake cringe and shudder.

Thankfully, Weiss' mask was proofed against it. “Step off and leave us alone, asshole,” she said as she raised her gauntlet to her face.

The brute laughed. “And what are you going to do if I don't, huh?” she asked, looming over her threateningly.

Ksshhhttt!

The brute reared back and screamed, hands over her face, blindly bumping and crashing into everything in sight as low-grade elemental fire seared her eyes.

“Get out my pepper spray, is what,” Weiss hummed as the sounds of vile cursing and breaking bottles filled the air.

Blake grinned and gave her a thumbs up, before they made their way further into the bar and down a flight of stairs, to its illegal fighting arena. From their newfound sense of respect for them, or fear of becoming next, no one else bothered them until they got to the second bouncer standing at the gate.

“You don't have anything particularly nasty to worry about in that fancy glove of yours, do you?” they asked as Weiss held it up for inspection.

“Not unless it's illegal to carry pepper spray, a taser, sand, and water in there!” Weiss replied.

The bouncer chuckled and opened the gate. “Get in there, and enjoy the show, kiddos—we got a real great guest pair tonight, been wiping the floor with everyone! Might want to get out before the crowds riot, though—pretty sure they were lying when they said they weren't modded...”

Weiss discretely cast a look at Ruby. Even through their masks, she could tell she was smiling. “We will,” Weiss said, before they entered the arena and stood by the energy barrier—all the seats were long taken.

They were the only people in costume there, but no one minded, for the scene going on below was far more interesting.

The group spotted Yang and Taiyang, both dressed in leather dusters and cowboy hats, hands wrapped in bandages and old cloth, looking very much like the settlers of the Old World's Frontier. The two of them were in fighting stances, fists held up in front of them, no doubt because of the 300 pound, 6'7 titans coming out from the other end of the ring.

The MC came back on the mic. “This dynamic daddy-daughter duo's destroyed damn near everyone we could throw at them, but will they stand a chance against our local champions, the Bash Brothers Smash and Crash?!”

“Hell no!” the regulars all roared.

The MC laughed. “All I'm going to say folks is that it's time to consult your guts then place your bets!”

Holo-screens lit up all over the arena, people frantically transferring money to the ever growing pot. Weiss would have spared a glance at the odds, if she didn't know the whole fight was a foregone conclusion.

Betting ended, people were on the edge of their seats and shouting, roaring for blood.

“Kick their asses!”

“I'm betting it all on you two, don't let me down!”

“Sweet criminy, just beat the shit out of each other already!”

All the lights dimmed, but for the ring's.

“Fighters! Are you ready…?!”

Crash and Smash roared and beat their bare, muscular chests.

Yang punched her bare fists together, Taiyang opened his arms and made the “Come at me” gesture.

“Then let's rumble…!”

The horn sounded, and the two fighters rushed each other.

Weiss expected daring acrobatics and devastating strikes, Yang and Taiyang deftly avoiding all of their opponent's attacks. What she got was a bar brawl, fists flying, landing square on jaws and chests with meaty thuds and sickening cracks, unintelligible grunts and curses being thrown about with wild abandon as the four of them beat the ever loving shit out of each other.

If she hadn't been training with Ruby, aware of the Fae's many different forms of martial arts, she would have thought that Yang and Taiyang were just going all out and hoping they'd come out the other side the victors.

But now, she could recognize the plan.

Taiyang absorbed most of their opponents blows, bracing himself for each strike, his whole body stiffening as he absorbed the kinetic energy—were the blood-stained concrete not already cracked and broken, the audience would have noticed all the new fractures appearing beneath his booted feet.

“The Earth-Fist style: stability and protection, standing tall against all your opponent's blows like ancient mountains, immovable and unbreakable,” Weiss thought.

Smash pulled him into the air by his arms, then headbutted him; Taiyang seemed to reel from the blow, before he rebounded and smashed his skull into his face, too. Dazed and confused, Smash cried out and dropped him.

Taiyang landed, shook his head, and was completely fine.

“The Water-Fist style: control and deflection, letting your opponents attacks slide harmlessly off you like water pouring over a smooth rock, or come straight back at them.”

At the same time, Crash wailed on Yang, pounding his giant fists into her braced arms, slowly staggering her back further and further into the wall. When he had her cornered, he pulled his arm back for an extra powerful punch.

Yang pulled back her arms down just enough to grin at him, before she thrust both her fists out, slamming them into Smash's stomach.

The audience cried out in surprise as he flew off and crashed on his back, all the wind knocked out of him, a bewildered expression on his face.

“The Fire-Fist style: power and retribution, using your opponent's power to vastly magnify your own, at the risk being snuffed out before you could take your fiery vengeance.”

Smash saw his fallen brother, roared and charged at Yang, clumsily swinging his arms through the air, trying to catch her or smack her on the back-swing. She easily dodged him, Taiyang slipped in in front of him, deftly moving back and forth just out of Smash's grasp.

Smash staggered to a stop, tried to punch Taiyang with one hand; he grabbed his fist and twisted his body to the direction of the blow, his other fist coming straight for Smash's face.

He braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

Nothing.

He carefully opened them, saw Taiyang's fist an inch away from his face.

Now, Taiyang punched him.

Crack.

No longer braced and ready, Smash screamed as his covered his face with has hands, his nose broken once again.

“The Air-Fist: speed and deception, tricking your opponents into letting their guards down, slipping strikes into the cracks in their defenses like a draft seeping into a home.”

Crash got up, crazed and furious as he raised his hands over his head, brought them down over Taiyang's head. He raised braced his arms, absorbed the full force of the blow; Yang rushed over to him, her fist already pulled back and aimed for Crash's side.

Taiyang discretely lifted up his foot; what to those looking closely would seem like him accidentally crushing his daughter's foot in the heat of the moment was actually him transferring all of Crash's kinetic energy into Yang—energy she happily used to amplify her punch.

Pow.

Unprepared for the sheer force, Crash flew off to the side, staggering for a few moments before he fell on his side and screamed in agony.

Weiss smiled as she and the others cheered. “And of course, to top it all off, they used all four at once, with the Tsunami-Fist, and the Firestorm-Fist,” she thought, grinning.

“Holy fucking shit!” the MC cried. “They actually did it!”

Taiyang pulled his foot off Yang before anyone could notice, she bit back a wince as she looped her arm around his side, hiding his holding her up as they waved and smiled at the audience.

“Get the fuck out of here!” the MC cried. “And forget your prize money until you can show us proof you two aren't modded to hell and back!”

“Cheaters!”

“We'll get you for this!”

“Fuck you! Probably got secret robot arms and shit!”

“It's called 'Martial Arts,' people!” Taiyang called out as he and Yang walked back to the stands. “Look it up!”

The two of them finally noticed the costumed quartet in the audience, calm amidst the raging and frothing audience members. Yang discretely mouthed “Train Station,” and they all began to make their way out of the bar.

They didn't talk, didn't look at each other, didn't give anyone a hint that they knew one other, for fear of them getting caught in the fast brewing riot.

And once they were at the nearest train station and well away from the Shithole, they dropped it faster than Yang and Taiyang had the Bash Brothers.

“Dad!” Ruby cried, pulling off her mask and dropping her scythe before she jumped right into Taiyang's arms, smiling and crying as she lovingly nuzzled his face into his chest.

“Ruby!” Taiyang cried as he hugged her back, crying and smiling too. “Oh my gosh, you are still so tiny even though you've grown up so much, I love it!”

The others stood to the side as father and daughter reunited, tears, laughter, and excited chatting filling the air.

Yang smiled, sniffing as she wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes. She turned to the others, and paused. “Hey... how'd you afford to send all four of you guys here? Did Uncle Qrow stop spending his money on booze and invest it, or something?”

“Actually, we pawned my sister's Eluna plushie for money,” Weiss replied.

Yang's eyes widened. “Shit. One of those super rare toys people have literally killed each other over?”

Blake, Penny, and Weiss all nodded.

Yang chuckled as she put her arm around Weiss shoulder. “Well you did a great thing there, princess; you're good in my book.”

Weiss smiled underneath the mask. “Thank you.”

“Hey, mind if I ask what's your costume?” Yang asked. “I feel like I should know it, but I can't put my finger on it...”

“It's a modification of the 'Keeper's Bride,'” Weiss replied.

Yang paused. “… And why would you wear that…?”

“… Because me and Ruby are”--she made a nervous sexy animal noise--”now…?”

#white rose #fanfic #the keeper of the grove #rwby

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piracytheorist · 7 years

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I decided to take a question meme and just answer all of the questions for myself and anyone who might be interested to learn more about me :) Long so under a cut.

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Uh... you mean my wardrobe doors? Closed, If you mean bathroom, also closed. If you mean my room's door, open.

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

If they're in a pretty package, sure. If not, I may not take them.

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

Out. If I do try to tuck them in, I'll kick them out without realizing it so it'll be a waste of time to tuck them in.

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?

Nope. But I've taken posters from events that have already taken place, because those are thrown away afterwards.

5: Do you like to use post-it notes?

Yes but I'm way too unorganized to actually use them, I always forget.

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

I... never get coupons?

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

I know that to escape a bear you have to pretend you're dead. In the same article I read that it also showed how to survive a swarm of bees attack but I don't remember how that one went, so I guess a bear? At least it will probably kill you fast if it gets you...

8: Do you have freckles?

Yep, lots! And I'm proud of them :D

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

Yes, fully, with my cheekbones going up. Unless it's just a random photo a friend may take as I'm doing something random.

10: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Cars that ride by and have awful music at full volume.

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

No, but most of the time I try to step on the tiles.

12: Have you ever peed in the woods?

We are a six-member family that used to do long-hour car rides, and I'm the youngest. OF COURSE I've peed in the woods. However, it's been almost ten years since the last time I had to do this.

13: What about pooping in the woods?

I think I remember doing it only once, and I must have been younger than 8.

14: Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing?

Yep.

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?

I used to. Now I sometimes let a pencil rest between my teeth, if I'm bored, but I'm not actually chewing them much.

16: How many people have you slept with this week?

LOOOL the only people I've EVER slept with are: my mother, my sisters, and two or three friends, in a complete platonic manner.

17: What size is your bed?

Single.

18: What is your Song of the week?

Sweet Child o' Mine by Guns n' Roses.

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

It's okay for everyone to wear anything they want. Sometimes I may be judging inside but that's my problem I need to solve.

20: Do you still watch cartoons?

I did binge-watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra, if that's what that's about, and I recently watched Moana.

21: Whats your least favorite movie?

Twilight - I literally cannot watch this thing, the whole filming is so repulsive to me.

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

If it's small and light, inside my pad packages - I've actually hid some banknotes in there once. If it's not, probably in my dirty laundry basket.

23: If you're a girl, bra size? If you're a guy, pants size?

80D in European system. If I'm correct, that's 36D in UK, USA and Canada. Yep, I have big boobs.

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

Geez, we rarely even eat chicken nuggets - I prefer whole schnitzel pieces baked in the oven. But usually it's either ketchup or yogurt.

25: What is your favorite food?

Lol, lots. For now I'll go with pita gyro.

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

Chocolat, Finding Nemo, Treasure Planet, The CS movie except from the nonCS parts, Shrek, Corpse Bride... I'm sure I'm missing a few.

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?

Look, you're dealing with a grey asexual here, ok? I think it was my mother when she was going back home from visiting me at the beginning of this month.

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

No, though I wished my parents had sent me :(

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

Nope.

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

About a month ago while playing D&D. My character was supposed to tell another character something but because it was personal and he didn't want the other characters to know, I slipped a letter to the player playing the character I wanted an interaction with, containing what my character would have told her.

31: Can you change the oil on a car?

Nope.

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

No, I don't drive. Though once I called the police to give someone a ticket for parking on the sidewalk repeatedly.

33: Ever ran out of gas?

No, but once while I was with my father and we were going to Athens, the car stopped for some reason I can't recall and we had to wait for the track to mow us somewhere where it could be fixed.

34: Favorite kind of sandwich?

Sweet Onion Chicken Terriyaki from Subway.

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?

Pizza, cold from the previous night.

36: What is your usual bedtime?

Lol. That's not even a thing for me anymore.

37: Are you lazy?

Yeah but I think my psychology issues are making it way worse.

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?

We don't have Halloween here, but we do celebrate Carnival. So off the top of my mind, I've dressed up as Snow White (reaaaaaly young), witch, hippie, cat, and then there was that time that I wore everything (shirt, trousers, coat, bag) with the back going on the front. I even brushed my hair to fall onto my face and wore a mask at the back side of my head. The only problem were the shoes -_- I also have a cheap pirate hat that I wear for fun, without a full costume.

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?

Dog.

40: Are you horny?

Right now? No.

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

No.

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?

What the hell are lincoln logs?

43: Are you stubborn?

Yeah but most of the time I keep it all in.

44: Who is better...Leno or Letterman?

What?

45: Ever watch soap operas?

Nah. Though OUAT has turned into a soap opera, hasn't it? To be honest I did watch Days of Our Lives at some point. And then sometimes my grandmother has Bold and the Beautiful, or The Young and the Restless, or maybe some Greek soap operas on when I visit.

46: Are you afraid of heights?

No, but it's not that I've tested it fully. I'd like to try bangee-jumping but I don't know how I may react.

47: Do you sing in the car?

I don't drive, but if I did I would sing.

48: Do you sing in the shower?

Sometimes.

49: Do you dance in the car?

If I did drive, I would only dance while waiting for the light to go green.

50: Ever used a gun?

Only airguns while training shooting, but yes, lots of times.

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Two years ago, for my passport.

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Yes. Most of them. But then there is that fine line that I can't describe that if not crossed, the musical can be amazing for me. Galavant is an example.

53: Is Christmas stressful?

A little but because I'm around so many people and I need to spend some time alone to recharge my extroversion but I feel bad doing it when the time I have to spend with them is limited in the first place.

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

I don't even know what this is, so no.

55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

I think I'd go with peach. Though this kind of confectionary is not my favourite.

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Teacher, massage therapist, psychologist, architect...

57: Do you believe in ghosts?

No.

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

So many times I think I should start writing down whenever I feel them so that I can see if the circumstances are ever the same.

59: Take a vitamin daily?

I try to remember to take a Vitamin C supplement ever day.

60: Wear slippers?

Yep.

61: Wear a bath robe?

No because the climate here is humid af and the robe will never dry out. Otherwise I love them, sometimes even in summer.

62: What do you wear to bed?

Simple cotton pyjamas, and currently leg warmers as well because it's COLD. Never socks, though. My toes need to breathe.

63: First concert?

For non-wide known musicians, it must have been when I was 9, for two Cypriot singers who are very well known and loved in Greece. Widely known, Scorpions in 2009.

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

I think I did shop once from Wal-Mart when I was in NY, but I'm not sure. I've never been in any of the others.

65: Nike or Adidas?

Don't care. My requirements are that they're affordable and anatomical.

66: Cheetos Or Fritos?

*regrets choosing this meme* Only Cheetos are available in Greece, so...

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Peanuts! Though sunflower seeds are great to pass your time nibbling on something cheap with very few calories.

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?

Nope.

69: Ever take dance lessons?

I took a few months worth of argentine tango.

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Do I even picture a future spouse, is the question! Though I'd love for them to be into music and all.

71: Can you curl your tongue?

Yep.

72: Ever won a spelling bee?

No.

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

I was touched by Inside Out and Tangled, but I guess this isn't happy exactly... I've also cried from laughter... but I don't think I've ever cried for pure happiness, like meeting relatives or friends I haven't seen in a while.

74: Own any record albums?

No but my mon has some old ones her late father had bought. One of them is Let it Be. We put it on the record player with my sister and danced around as if we were living back when it was first released.

75: Own a record player?

No, but I'd love to.

76: Regularly burn incense?

No.

77: Ever been in love?

I've been infatuated, but it never progressed much (first time the dude wasn't interested, second time he had a girlfriend) so I didn't even get to know them well and I can't call what I had love.

78: Who would you like to see in concert?

Colin O'Donoghue. 😍

79: What was the last concert you saw?

Muse in Athens last July. But after that I was in various other concerts of choirs and little bands here that you probably don't know of.

80: Hot tea or cold tea?

Hot tea.

81: Tea or coffee?

Tea. Coffee causes me to tremble.

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?

What the hell is a snickerdoodle? *Googles it* A biscuit? Why is it that against sugar... oh. Biscuits, then.

Wow this meme is very American isn't it.

83: Can you swim well?

I can float, move around and sink a little if I want to, but I'm not that good with it. I learnt swimming when I was 11 and I've only practiced about a few weeks per year, some years I didn't even practice at all.

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yes.

85: Are you patient?

I wouldn't say so.

86: DJ or band, at a wedding?

Anything as long as it's not something I hate with the power of a thousand suns and it's not in super ultra full volume. Unfortunately for me, that's how Greek weddings almost always go.

87: Ever won a contest?

There was one singing contest I won when I was in a children's camp some 10 years ago, though not first place.

88: Ever have plastic surgery?

No, though if I ever did, I would do something to raise my upper eyelids.

89: Which are better black or green olives?

I'd say both. We have a black olive tree in our garden back in my hometown though, so I've eaten way more black than green olives.

90: Can you knit or crochet?

My grandma taught me knitting when I was little but I never bothered practicing. Now it's weird because it's such a trend even guys knit.

91: Best room for a fireplace?

In the center of a room, with a circular sofa around it.

92: Do you want to get married?

..... Eh.

93: If married, how long have you been married?

94: Who was your HS crush?

Who was my what?

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

... No, I'm not five anymore.

96: Do you have kids?

No.

97: Do you want kids?

.... Eh.

98: What's your favorite color?

I like most colours, but I'd say my favourite hues are blue and purple.

99: Do you miss anyone right now?

My family, but mostly my sister and my baby nephew.

#me for ts #meme #long post for ts

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