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michygranger23 · 10 months

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Hi people!! It's been a few days since the last update for the discduo Spider-Man AU, I'm sorry about that!! I've been busy with some irl stuff and then I've been with my Art Fight attacks, so that's what I've been doing, but I finally bring another part for the AU!! As always, let me know your thoughts, opinions and suggestions about this!! Anyways INTO THE RAMBLE!!

"Discduo: Into the Spider-Verse (Part 2)"

TW: Violence, mentions of death threats (minor ones, like just two lol), obssessive behaviour.

The Spider-people were seen swinging around the city, each one having their own style of swinging to move around the buildings of New York. A lot of people were quite surprised to see, for what looked like, different versions of their Spider-Man.

They arrived to the building that's been attacked by The Lizard and The Goblin.

When they got a good look at the scene, they were quite shocked to what they saw (except Spider!Tubbo). In amongst the chaos was what looked like a giant Lizard that had black and white skin (yes I googled this and they exist, go check them out they're actually pretty cool), one eye colored green and the other red, both the eyes had a tint of purple, a torned college jacket that had some grey and red accents, and some torned jeans. In the sky there was something flying around, or specifically, someone. What looked like a man on a flying hoverboard, was throwing some type of white balls that had smiley faces, causing some explotions to the building. The man was wearing a full body armor that was colored green, it had some purple accents like in the shoulders, chest and knees, like if that was a medieval armor, he was wearing a torn up dark green hood, and in the face was a porcelain mask that had a smiley face in it.

(Something like this to be precisely, but with the changes I wrote in.)

Dream would be infected by the goblin syrome like in the comics, or more precisely, like the Ultimate Spider-Man show, just not like too big or super super muscular XD. In his case, he would look more like a snake: his skin covered in white scales, eyes slit in the pupils like a cat, sharp teeth with a long forked tongue, and sharp nails

Spider!Tubbo was the first to start swinging to attack The Goblin, and soon he was followed by the rest of the Spider-people. Niki, Tommy and BBH were putting the remaining civilians to safety, while Dream, Techno and Ranboo were fightning The Lizard.

While Tubbo was attacking The Goblin, same man was talking as if they were just having a nice chat in the park (altho a bit more sarcastic and sadistic -and a tad bit insane- to sound remotely to that).

"Ah, Spider-Man, we meet again. And you brought more friends with you!! How kind of you to bring more spiders for me to kill. Unfortunately, I can't accept it, I'm in another mission right now, and sadly, that means that I'll need you and your arachnids alive. So try to stay still, this will hurt you more than it will for me"

Tubbo started to avoid the bombs The Goblin was launching at him, but then Goblin started to launch some mini misils that were quite harder to avoid, in some occasions getting hit.

Meanwhile Dream, Techno and Ranboo were having a hard time trying to detain The Lizard without trying to hurt them too much or destroy more of the building (I'm gonna use they/them pronouns for Lizard!Ranboo just to clarify!). They were breaking easily the webs that were being wrapped with and it was difficult to not let them run since they were too strong to resist the punches he was receving.

Niki, BBH and Tommy finally come back from evactuating everyone and they start helping the rest of the team. Niki and BBH go to assist with capturing the Lizard while Tommy goes with Tubbo to help him fight with Goblin.

BBH is able to punch the Lizard hard enough to make him dizzy so the rest of them can wrapped him in webs, then Nikki traps him in one of her water bubbles, managing to get the Lizard out of the way.

Spider!Dream is quick to go to assist in the fight of Tubbo and Tommy, while the others kept guard on The Lizard in case he decided to try to escape. He's able to avoid some of the misils and get some punches in The Goblin, Tubbo is able to reciprocrate the Goblin's attacks with his own bombs (that are full of webs) but the Goblin is avoiding them all, but he's having trouble trying to keep up with the two of them, and that's when Tommy uses his sound powers to send a strong sound wave coming from his own speakers in the costume and directed to Goblin.

Goblin isn't able to react in time and is hit full force in the face, making the mask break and almost sending him flying to the wall, but he's able to at least not crush into the wall, but the same couldn't be done with his mask. Goblin directly looks at the eyes of Tommy and that's when Dream's and Tommy's blood turn cold (they didn't knew until now that Goblin was Dream btw).

They saw the face of a version of Dream that they never knew could possibly exist. He had some white scales in his face as if they were freckles, eyes that had the pupils slit like a cat, very sharp teeth that look that they could cut through metal like if it was butter, all of this making him look like a sort of snake, he also had some cuts. But that's not the scariest part, the scary part is the expression he has.

He looks at Tommy with a deranged and maniac look, his eyes are wide, his mouth is making a big and insane grin, and he's laughing. At first it starts like a whisper of a chuckle, then it starts to get louder and louder, until it starts into a full maniac laughter. Dream and Tubbo are froze because of the crazy reaction, and the rest of Spider-People are making sure The Lizard doesn't escape, so the Goblin is able to quickly pin Tommy to the wall before anyone is able to do anything, he grabs him by the neck and squishes hard. Dream and Tubbo are almost going to swing to fight him, and the rest of the team heard the crack sound of the wall, making them almost start swinging over there, but the Goblin speaks.

"Don't go near us or else you want me to see how I slit his throat slowly as if he was a prey"

They paused after hearing that, they didn't want to get their team-mate hurt, they needed to do something quick or else he would end hurt no matter what. But The Lizard started to punch hard enough on the bubble with his head that was starting to break it and making enough noise to grab their attention. Niki was trying her best to keep the bubble up but it was getting difficult every second, BBH, Ranboo and Techno tried to wrap the bubble with more webs to keep it from breaking, they were doing their best but soon it would break. Meanwhile Tubbo and Dream tried to swing there, but the Goblin is able to launch a bomb that created a force shield around him and Tommy, making them unable to reach them.

While Tubbo and Dream tried to get rid of the force shield, Goblin's gaze went back to Tommy. Slowly but surely, he started to take Tommy's mask off. Tommy tried to grab the hand to stop him but Goblin just squished his neck harder, making it harder to breathe. When he finally unmasked him, he stared at him with an unblinking expression, looking at Tommy as if he was studying an interesting object, or an animal that was interesting to look at.

"What's your name, little spider?"

"Go.. Go f*ck yourself.. d*ckhead"

He tried to sound confident and intimidating, but it was hard to speak without getting much oxygen in his body, and the fear he was feeling that was making his whole body paralyzed was making him panic internally.

Goblin just squish harder.

"OK, OK.. it's Tommy!! My name... *gasp*... is Tommy Innit.. please let... *gasp*.. go"

Goblin stopped to squish to the point of letting no oxygen in, but he still was squishing hard enough to breathe properly.

"See?? It wasn't that hard. Now, Tommy, I will say, I'm actually very impressed for what you did to my mask. The Spider-Man from this universe hasn't even been able get close to hurt me badly or caught me by surprise since he appeares. But you..."

He leaned closer to Tommy's ear, making Tommy shiver. He whispered

"You're fun. Our game has just begun. And I can't wait to start playing with you :)"

He finished saying with an obsessive and insane look.

Before anything else could happen, Goblin moved his head to the side to answer a call to what look like a communicator on his ear.

"Yes, I got the stuff.. Yeah I understand, I just got distracted by.. a spider problem. I'll be right there"

He made the force shield dissappear and pushing away Tubbo and Dream. The Lizard managed to break free from his prison and punched the Spiders into the walls hard. Goblin gave one last maniac look to Tommy before dropping him to the floor along with his mask.

"I enjoyed our meet up, Spider-Man, but I need to take care of other things. And Tommy... I'm looking forward to see you again. Goodbye for now, little spider"

Goblin made an explosion in the roof, flying with the hover board outside the building. The Lizard was quick enough to follow his lead before anyone could stop them.

Niki, BBH and Ranboo were slowly standing up after the punch The Lizard gave them. Dream and Tubbo quickly swing to where Tommy was dropped off.

"Tommy??! Are you okay??" asked Tubbo.

Tommy started to stand up, rubbing unconsciously his neck in which had been grabbed with a strong grip just some second ago. He looked to Tubbo and Dream, lingering his view in Dream for just a second longer than in Tubbo.

"Yeah..yeah I'm fine, I'm just glad he let go of my throat"

They look up to the hole where just some moments ago The Goblin and The Lizard escaped.

"It's better that we go back to Tubbo's base, we need to recover and get out of here before the polices arrives" said Techno while he was walking towards them.

Tommy looked just a little bit more to the hole before turning to Dream and then noodling to Techno.

By the time the cops arrived, all that was left was some mild destruction of the building with some webs in the walls and ceilings, and the testimony of civilians saying how they were more Spider-man's fighting the villains that attacked.

AND THAT'S IT FOR THIS POST WOOOOO!! It took me all day to write this wth. Tbh I was multitasking and doing some other things while I was writing so it makes sense lol. Also just to be clear!! In this universe (Tubbo's one) the Tommy from this universe is an orphan that got adopted by Kristen and has Wilbur as his older brother. I wanted to make Goblin! Dream's reaction to Tommy being genuinely surprised and impressed by his abilities without knowing, causing this to start his obsession over him.

Anywho I hope you enjoyed this!! Next part will probably be a bit shorter than this one but important nonetheless. Let me know your thoughts and opinions of this :D!!

#discduo #primeboys #tommyinnit #dreamblr #dreblr #disc duo #prime boys #dream #MichyAU #discduo Spider-Man AU #technoblade #ranboolive #ranboo #tubbo #tubbolive #niki nihachu #nihachu #badboyhalo #bbh

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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Height Matters {KazuScara}

A/N: i actually wrote this a little bit ago, way before Kazuha was announced so i apologize if he’s ooc orz. I’m also working through sentence starters and headcanons, sorry for the wait! some are already queued so expect them soon! Anyways, hope yall enjoy this one!

Summary: After noticing Kazuha’s height, Scaramouche finds himself a bit down in the dumps. How will Kazuha cheer him up?

Word Count: 1.6k (under the cut)

Scaramouche grumbled. He was spending some time with Kazuha, exploring the waters in a cove. Scaramouche had taken off his sandals and hat for better maneuvering, and Kazuha had removed his own shoes as well when Scaramouche noticed something.

He had taken plenty of time to observe his partner’s features. His cream colored hair with a single red streak, the moles that decorated his shoulder blades, his beautiful crimson eyes that could make all of Scaramouche’s worries melt away with a simple glance paired with that sickeningly sweet smile of his.

But there was something that Scaramouche noticed now that they were standing next to each other as Kazuha held his hand above his eyes, blocking out the sun as he stared over the water. The waves crashed gently against the sand of the cove, making sloshing noises that echoed over the stone cliffs that came over them.

Scaramouche looked over at Kazuha when he noticed it. He wasn’t looking directly at Kazuha, he was looking up at him. Scaramouche felt his heart sink as he noticed that now that he didn’t have his shoes on he was in fact shorter than his partner.

Kazuha smiled fondly at the water, taking in a deep breath of the salty air as Scaramouche slowly raised his hand, placing it on his head and sliding it off towards Kazuha, realizing it hit just above his ear. Scaramouche’s face darkened as Kazuha turned to Scaramouche when he felt the sudden touch by his ear, showing yet another sweet smile to Scaramouche.

“What’s going on Scar?”

“...You’re taller than me.” He said darkly, and Kazuha’s smile quickly vanished. He held his hand flat on his head and dragged it across the air, seeing that it ended up roughly two inches above Scaramouche’s head. Scaramouche grumbled, and Kazuha frowned.

He didn’t think it was funny, he knew how self-conscious Scaramouche was with his height, and he definitely didn’t want him to start hating Kazuha because he was a bit taller than him, so Kazuha immediately began to sputter as he tried to find some comforting words.

“Your height doesn’t matter! Plus the shoes add on some extra height, you’re completely fine Scar! Trust me, I wouldn’t lie to you about that!” Kazuha started, waving his hands around in frantic gestures as Scaramouche grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat down in the sand, crossing his legs.

Kazuha frowned, feeling like he wasn’t able to successfully comfort his partner. He sat next to him with a sad look on his face, almost akin to a pout as he glanced over at Scaramouche, who still wore an angry look on his face.

“I’m sorry Scar…” Kazuha said sadly, and though Scaramouche gave no answer, his expression softened as he glanced over at Kazuha, who frowned.

Scaramouche sighed. He figured he had overreacted a bit, especially with someone like Kazuha who felt responsible to comfort his friends and those close to him. Scaramouche turned to face Kazuha, opening his arms slightly as Kazuha looked at him.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t be angry.”

Kazuha bit his lip to keep himself from smiling wider than before. He was so happy that Scaramouche wasn’t upset with him and he immediately dove into the offered hug, wrapping his arms around Scaramouche’s tiny waist as he held him tightly, Scaramouche letting out a short yelp of surprise with how tightly he was hugged.

Scaramouche wasn’t big on affection, even with Kazuha. He was always the one to initiate it, whether it be a quick forehead kiss or a brief side-hug, and Kazuha respected that. However, there was one thing Kazuha was able to initiate on his own.

A grin creeped up Kazuha’s face as his hands rested on Scaramouche’s waist, Kazuha gently tracing circles on it as Scaramouche froze in the hug, squeezing Kazuha a tad tighter.

“Kaz, no-”

“I think you need a bit of reassurance though, Scar. Can’t have a great Harbinger like yourself feeling insecure about something as silly as his height, now can we?”

Before Scaramouche could let out another word, opening his mouth to speak while all that escaped was a shriek as Kazuha suddenly latched onto his waist fully, giving it a firm squeeze. Scaramouche crumpled forward, pulling his arms off of Kazuha and using his hands to grab at Kazuha’s, squirming in his grip.

“K-Kahahahaz! I hahate you!” Scaramouche immediately gasped out, and Kazuha only chuckled as he pinched his sides, slowly travelling down to his hips before kneading them like dough, Scaramouche throwing his head back as he laughed loudly.

“NOhohoho! Not thehehere!” Scaramouche wailed, and Kazuha only hummed as he continued to squeeze his hips, digging his thumb into the bone and wiggling it around as Scaramouche spasmed in his grip, unable to worm away.

“If you say you’re a lovely height I’ll stop,” Kazuha said, though he knew Scaramouche would never say anything like that.

“Shuhuhut up! Like hehehehell I’d say thahahat!” Scaramouche squealed, jolting when Kazuha pinched where his hip and upper thigh met, a shrill squeak escaping his lips. Kazuha grinned, pinching there again as Scaramouche let out a similar chirp. Scaramouche shook his head but Kazuha simply grabbed onto his upper thighs, squeezing them as Scaramouche positively cackled, throwing his head back as his shrieky laughter echoed through the cove.

Kazuha chuckled at Scaramouche’s rather dramatic laughter, though it was part of what he loved about him. He never let anyone else so much as touch him, but with Kazuha he would be alright with the occasional poke or prod. He wasn’t sure about full-on tickling, but…

Scaramouche wasn’t making much of a move in terms of trying to get Kazuha to stop, and he hadn’t asked him to either. This piqued Kazuha’s interest, and as he slowly travelled down Scaramouche’s thighs, he decided to ask about it.

“Scar… do you like this?” Kazuha asked curiously, and Scaramouche’s face went as red as his eye makeup. He shook his head frantically, jolting when Kazuha’s hands brushed his knees.

Kazuha took note of this but paused his tickling, wanting an answer from his partner.

“Do you?”

Scaramouche didn’t answer, and when he didn’t Kazuha grabbed his knees and gave them a firm squeeze, making him practically scream as he arched his back, trying to uncross his legs which was proving difficult as Kazuha easily squeezed just above his kneecap, sending Scaramouche into a fit of hysterics.

Kazuha realized he likely wouldn’t get an answer if he was attacking Scaramouche in a spot that made him unable to do anything but screech and laugh hysterically, but he didn’t really care.

“KAHAHahahazuha! Kahahaha - Kazuha!” Was all Scaramouche managed to say before bursting into a fit of unintelligible hysterics, completely spasming as Kazuha hummed, teasing his partner.

“You’re pretty ticklish here, huh? You sure you don’t like it?”

Scaramouche shook his head, a screech bursting from his throat as Kazuha went back to his upper thighs, squeezing the sensitive flesh as Scaramouche arched his back, trying to worm away again before Kazuha wrapped an arm around his waist, gently squeezing his side as he kept him from rolling away.

“Stahahahap! STAHAHAhap!” Scaramouche screamed, his face bright pink as tears started to prick the corners of his eyes. Kazuha ceased his fingers but still held onto Scaramouche, who panted heavily. He looked at Kazuha who offered him a shy smile, Scaramouche quickly glaring at him before shoving him off and into the sand, Kazuha laughing.

“You think it’s funny? I’ll give you something to laugh about!” Scaramouche threatened, and Kazuha immediately started shrieking as Scaramouche pounced on him, hands descending on his sides as Kazuha squealed, immediately squirming as Scaramouche straddled him, digging his fingers in rather hard as Kazuha laughed.

“Scahahahar! Wahahahait, I’m sorrehehe! I didn’t mean it!”

“It’s too late for apologies, Kaz, now suffer,” Scaramouche said, his tone dark as Kazuha shook his head, cackling when Scaramouche crept up to his ribs, a spot he knew was especially sensitive as he dug in, vibrating his fingers against the skin as Kazuha spazzed.

“SCAHAHahahar! Not thehehehere!” Kazuha shrieked, kicking his legs weakly as he covered his face with his hands, only exposing himself more as Scaramouche continued to easily tickle his partner.

“How do you like it, huh? Not so pleasant, now is it?”

“It is! GAha! No no no not thehehehere!” Kazuha shrieked when Scaramouche started to prod at his upper ribs, slowing his pace slightly as his attention was caught by what Kazuha said.

“Kaz… do you like this?” Scaramouche asked, and Kazuha nodded his head. Scaramouche pulled his hands back, Kazuha catching his breath as he looked at Scaramouche with a confused look on his face.

“Why did you stop?”

Scaramouche felt his cheeks warm as he averted his gaze from Kazuha, who sat up and chuckled.

“It’s not embarrassing to like it, Scar,” Kazuha said, holding Scaramouche’s hand as he huffed, his eyes still looking away from Kazuha.

“I don’t like it, I only tolerate it because… because it’s you,” Scaramouche said softly, making Kazuha’s heart melt. Kazuha threw his arms around Scaramouche, who gasped at the sudden touch, though he didn’t pull away. He hugged Kazuha back, still frowning as his grumpiness slowly faded.

“Kahahahaz!” Scaramouche suddenly wailed when Kazuha’s hands were back on him, digging into his ribs with ease as Scaramouche flailed around, trying to escape Kazuha’s devious fingers.

“What’s wrong? You said you tolerated it!” Kazuha teased and Scaramouche could only laugh as he realized those words had basically dug his own grave. He threw his head back as laughter poured from his lips, Kazuha laughing with him as he dug under his arms, making his partner squeal.

Kazuha had definitely succeeded in one thing that day, and that was making Scaramouche completely forget about his height, and as the two of them laughed in each others arms, all insecurities were forgotten.

#kazuscara #kazuha #scaramouche #genshin impact #tickle fic

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could please write something about how the Fellowship (+ Thorin?) Would help a s/o who's Disabled and Chronically ill. Like she has a lot of symptoms like chronic pain, chronic fatigue, difficulty sleeping, difficulty breathing at times, difficulty walking at times, higher sensitivity to the cold, difficulty talking at times, and anxiety, depression and executive dysfunction?

I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, namely my Autism, Anxiety, Sleep Apnea, a really bad Overbite, Raynaud's Syndrome, Asthma, etc, so I'd really appreciate an Imagine like this. I have a really weird disorder where one of my legs is longer than the other, and it's been causing me a lot of pain and difficulty walking lately, and people have been bullying me for it a lot too, so I could really use a Comfort Imagine right now. Thanks so much hun!!

It's no problem! I'm glad I can provide some comfort!! For each character, I'll use a specific struggling area, to make it a bit easier!! I hope I got these accurate enough, and of there are any mistakes, feel free to point them out!! You are strong, beautiful and so, so amazing!! Keep being you!! ❤❤

Help (The Fellowship// Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Aragorn (Autism)

Aragorn has known you for a long time, so helping with your autism is not new for him

He's particularly experienced in reading your emotions and meeting your needs, whether it's helping you out of stressful situations or calming you down, he's there 🥺

If there are large and boisterous gatherings in Rivendell, its almost guaranteed that you can become over-stimulated quickly, and Aragorn immediately senses this (spidey senses õoõ)

He's fast to find your hand and give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance

If that doesn't seem to help, he'll instantly stop what he's doing and take you out of the room

If you're someone who prefers lots of space and little physical contact, he is 100% respectful of this and asks if you'll let him touch or hug you (very much gentleman 😌)

If ever you're confronted by someone of importance, Aragorn is right by your side to ease some of the tension

Sometimes there are things you find difficult to say or get out of your system

The king seems to know exactly what it is and will help you out by saying it or asking you simple questions that you can easily answer

And he always reminds you, no matter WHAT

YOU ARE NOT STUPID 😤😡

You may struggle with some parts of your life, but every day, he's constantly telling you that you're very intelligent and kind

His patience is unending and he'll never let you think down on yourself

Overall, Aragorn is always someone and reminding you that it's all going to be okay ❤❤

Legolas (Anxiety)

Most nights, Legolas keeps watch (since elves don't require much sleep) and notices that you jolt awake out of the random

Now, most of the Fellowship notices that you're usually awake and ready to go before anyone else

But Legolas is really the one to address you first

You were a bit nervous to explain, since you didn't want to worry him or the great of the fellowship, amount the other disadvantages you have

He gently encouraged you, and finally, you explained to him your sleep apnea

Yeah, he was very concerned

I mean, his blue eyes widened with terror when you told him that you could basically die in your sleep if you weren't attentive enough 🙃

Legolas, from now on, sleeps directly next to you, or keeps extra careful watch over you at night

Because he could NEVER see his precious mortal friend become injured... Or worse 🥺🥺❤

The other members had noticed a change in his behaviors towards you as well...

Gimli teased him whenever he caught Legolas giving you some extra lembas bread or offered to carry you 👉👈

You really tried to assure Legolas that it wasn't a big deal when you were awake, since you're aware of your breathing situation

But still 😤

Legolas will always bring you comfort and take great care of you, and that will NEVER CHANGE

Because he loves you very much ❤🦋

Frodo (Anxiety)

Frodo is familiar with the feeling of great anxiety, seeing he had a stress-free life while living in the Shire and suddenly was forced to carry a piece of jewelry all the way to giant ass volcano

It's easy for you two to comfort each other and seek refuge in thoughts and feelings ❤

He's not super comfortable with the thought of you having a panic attack though...

Only because he's never had one

It starts to give him a panic attack whenever you have one around him the first time 😳-

Any time you begin to breathe heavy or hyperventilate, halfling boy is hot at your heels, rubbing your back and reminding you to breathe gently

(So many hugs, if you're up for it)

After you calm down, he's constantly checking on you, asking if you need anything etc.

Really, he just wants to know if he can help 🥺

And even with the weight and stress of carrying the ring, Frodo manages to cheer you up somehow

Samwise (Asthma)

Sam has never had to deal with asthma once in his life

He's very nervous when the subject is brought, afraid it might trigger something inside of you 🥺👉👈

But you just chuckle, assure him that it's alright, and you have ways of keeping it under control

And now, he wants to know everything about it, just to have the awareness in case something happens

Sam just wants to protect you forever, and this was a great way for him to start

He constantly reminds Aragorn that you'll need breathing breaks and will convince Gandalf to let you ride on his horse

He'll scold Pip and Merry if they are trying to drag you around and be silly, because as he says

"You'll rouse him/her/them up! We can't have Y/N gettin injured!" 🤨😠

Sam is MOM

As always, he's very kind and always makes sure your needs are met ❤🥺

Pippin and Merry (Raynaud's Syndrome)

Very confused halfings 🤔

Also extremely concerned!

You were eating one of the lesser pleasurable nights

It was cold and rainy, and a fire couldn't be started, not to mention the quiet arguments of Aragorn and Gandalf in the nearby woods

And Pip's eyes widened when he saw the tips of your petite fingers begin to pale upon hearing Aragorn mention Orcs

"What's wrong with your hands?!" He squeaked, pointing towards your now white-colored fingertips

You hadn't even noticed, nor felt, considering they were numb anyways

Merry looked over his cousin's shoulder and his eyes also widened, not with fright, but wonder

They were both fascinated with your condition, convinced that you were casting some spell Gandalf showed you

Although you reassured them it was just an extremely frustrating inconvenience that you had, among other things

So from then on, the disastrobus duo did their best to keep you out of the cold (and stressful situations!!)

As a distraction, the pair will tell you great stories of the shire, doing little dances and skits that always cheer you up 🥴

Sometimes, they can be a little rambunctious though...

Merry will pick up on this fact quickly, and nudge Pippin to get him to calm down

Even though it may not feel the best

They find your syndrome absolutely fascinating!! 🤔🤔

All in all, these two are always up for keeping your beautiful smile on your face and your spirits high!! ❤🌺

Boromir (Depression)

Throughout the journey, Boromir has always found an easy way to make you smile

After all, he himself has a fascinating way of brightening anyone's spirits

Yours included ❤

Boromir may not have great stories from The Shire, like Pip and Merry, but he sure has a lot of positive things to say

He'll often suggest sparring with the two troublemaking halflings, just so you can see him goof up and get knocked over 🥺

If the nights become cold and weary, he'll give you a warm hug or a nudge on the shoulder

And a few words of helpful encouragement along the lines of;

"Don't fret Y/N. You have more strength than you'll ever know."

"Let our spirits never dampen! We've come this far!" 😊

He's also an incredible listener

Boromir wants to hear what you have to say if you ever need to rant or get something off of your chest

And don't think for a second that he would ever judge you 😤

Son of Gondor sees past all of your insecurities and knows you for your beautiful, amazing self ❤❤

Gimli (Walking disadvantages)

As you travel across great plains and mountains, your limp doesn't go unnoticed by Gimli

It may take him a while to open up about it, since he's afraid he might offend you in some way

And once he asks you, you inform him that it's a difficulty that unfortunately cannot be changed any time soon

And where you come from, lots of people tease and bully you about it

He did NOT handle it well 😳

"wHAT BLUBBERING DULL-MINDED PIGNUTS-" 🤬

Although this Dwarf is short and a bit slow at times

He's fascinatingly strong 😳

And so, he makes it his duty to be your designated carrier 🥺

At first, your a tad skeptical...

I mean, he's only around 4 feet tall...

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM THROW THAT HUGE AX AROUND?!

Gimli will happily carry you great distances when you need a break, and even longer

(Sometimes it's just to show off around the others-)

"Gimli, are you sure you don't want a break?"

"Aye lass! The strength of Dwarves is unending!" 😌

*struggling to breathe*

11/10, fantastic dwarf, will never let you down!!

Thorin (Executive Dysfunction)

Another Dwarf??

Absolutely

Thorin himself has trouble keeping composure with his time management (and sense of direction 🙄)

This means that he'll have an undying amount of patience for you and you only

There's just something about you that he fond of, and it fills in that little sassy, brooding place in his heart

Can also relate to you whenever you grow frustrated at the setback of your journey or lack of sleep

Is 100% willing to help you find your lost belongings (and once again, ONLY YOU)

Thorin will literally make the whole traveling party stop so that you can put something in your bag and make sure that you put it somewhere you'll remember

Always happy to give you extra gentle reminders of keeping your pack closed

The company is utterly SHOCKED with how he treats you

I mean, this man has always been extremely stubborn and hard headed

But when you show up, it's another person he can easily relate and share frustrations with

Also a master at organization?!? 🤔

The one thing he could do successfully was organizing the damn journey and traveling company, so ofc he's gonna be good at that 😂

Yeah, Thorin definitely has a soft spot for you

King under the mountain will never run out of patience and kindness for you 😌💙

Sorry these took so long!! I hope you like them!! ❤❤

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thediamondgirl17 · 3 years

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Alpha!Goshiki x Omega!Reader: That Day In The Gym (SFW!)

So I have been on the biggest hunt for Goshiki fics, and this poor boy barely gets anything! I also am a big Omegaverse fan if you haven’t seen who I follow then you probably don’t know, but if you like omgeaverse too I recommend checking them out! and decided that he deserves some love! So this is actually like, my first time writing an Omegaverse fic so, I hope it turns out good! Leave a comment for some feedback! I love hearing from readers! If you end up liking this and want a second part, feel free to tell me! I would love to write a part 2 to this! Here is Part 2!

Warnings: None, maybe some strong language, that’s about it.

Honestly, it had been a fairly rough day for you. Being a first year at Shiratorizawa was much more difficult than you had thought it would be. Of course a prestigious, rich kid school like this would be difficult to attend, but that was precisely the reason that you had decided to come. Of course there were those people who got into the school just because of their athletic ability, but you were not one of those people. Omega’s typically weren’t that athletic, it just didn’t exactly run in their genes, however it wasn’t completely uncommon for an Omega to end up on a team or doing something active, nor was it uncommon for a team to be fully comprised of Alphas. So how did a little Omega such as yourself get into a prestigious school with mostly Alphas and Betas? Studying.

You had spent so much time studying in the school, and your grades definitely reflected it. You weren’t the top student in the class, but you sure as hell were not at the bottom. And with that being said, you weren’t the only Omega there either. The school would release statistics to the public each year to show what the dynamic was like at the school, and currently in your year the school comprised of 25% Omegas, 35% Betas, and 60% Alphas. Not to mention the rate of Omegas attending the school has continuously risen at least 5% every 4 years, which was great for the schools reputation and also for Omegas wanting to make a life for themselves without immediately finding a mate, and if they did...well then good for them! However, Omegas still faced a fair amount of discrimination and intimidation at the school, but what else was there to expect?

So why had your day been so rough? Well first of all, your teachers had all decided to give you a test on the same day, which completely mentally exhausted you. And the school had announced that Omegas needed to find an extra curricular activity (which most people did anyways) in order to look good on college resumes. But why exactly did Shiratorizawa care if Omegas got into good colleges? Because it made them look good. So here you were, standing in front of the board with all the different clubs listed on them as you hummed. Your eyes trailed along the colorful pieces of paper to try to find something that you wanted to do. Most of these clubs were athletic ones, and you were definitely not an athletic Omega.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Your friend called from down the hallway, they were also an Omega that you had met while attending Shiratorizawa. “Remember how we had to use the other gym today because the main one was being used for repairs?” They questioned. You nodded in response with your eyes slightly furrowed as you tried to ponder why they were reminding you of today. “Well, I was in the girls locker room, and noticed that your bag wasn’t in there! I think you left it in the second gym!” They said not exactly panicked but a bit urgently.

“Okay,” You paused and replied. “So what’s the big deal? I can just pop in and grab it.” You said calmly and as a matter of fact.

“Did you forget that the second gym is used for the boys volleyball team...which is comprised of like...all Alphas and Betas and one Omega!” They said quickly. “That’s scary!”

“I’m sure it’s not awful, Even if they do get upset then I can just explain to them what happened, grab my things and go!”

“Yeah, but their coach (Y/n)! The one with the grey hair! He’s super scary! And he doesn’t exactly like Omegas in the gym while they’re practicing.” They sighed trying to get you to understand, However you just shook your head and offered them a small smile.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

So now here you were, standing outside the doors to the boys volleyball team’s gym. But why hadn’t you opened the door? That’s a great question. You just thought you could pop in and out without them noticing to much and be on your way home at this point, but things don’t always go according to plan. You had greatly underestimated how strong some of the scents from the Alphas were, and even the one Omega on the team had a strong scent, to the point where you could smell it through the door. Of course they had also been sweating and moving and most likely competition, so it was normal for them to smell this strong. However you hadn’t even remembered that the Apex Alpha of Shiratorizawa was in that room as well. Ushijima was a very scary person to Alphas and Betas, let alone a small Omega like yourself. But at some point you would have to get your bag out of the gym and you had decided that sooner was better than later.

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When the boys volleyball team for Shiratroizawa entered the gym, they definitely did not expect to see someone’s gym bag laying off to the side of their gym. Let alone one that reeked of an Omega. Most of the team brushed it off not really caring, but coach Washijo was furious. The older Beta yelling about how the main gym was fine and that nobody should have been allowed to step food on their court except for them, yadda, yadda, yadda. But not one of them expected the same Omega that had the balls to leave their items in their gym, to actually walk in during their practice and get it. Which, unfortunately was exactly what you were doing now.

The moment the door creaked open the tiniest bit, all eyes were on you, and your whole body stiffened up. Your scent quickly changed from normal to nervous as you stood in the doorway of the gym. You slipped out of your outside shoes, put on your gym shoes, and stepped on the court, not making eye contact with anyone at all.

‘Don’t look at them. Don’t make eye contact.’ Your inner Omega cried out. And you happily obliged, You quickly hurried over to your bag and grabbed it. But the moment you turned around, you came face to face with none other than the Apex Alpha of Shiratorizawa himself, and once you made eye contact with him, you chirped nervously. Every Alpha in the room had turned to look at you once you made the small noise, and it had even caught the attention of the purpled haired first year whose sworn competitor was intimidating a poor little Omega.

The moment Goshiki had walked into the gym, his eyes had landed on you. He caught your scent in the hallways every now and again, but whenever he would he would turn to try and find out who it was, only for it to be swept away in the scent of other Alphas. Of course he had found out who you were after months of being in the school, but was never able to find the time to talk to you and get to know you. The purple haired Alpha loved your scent, and wanted to know more about you so he could decide if you were a good contender for a mate, or even just a date. However, when he heard the chirp you had emitted upon seeing the Apex Alpha, something in him quickly snapped.

‘Stop him.’ His inner Alpha said. Not even a second passed before he had found himself standing between you and the captain of the team.

“What are you doing?” Goshiki questioned his captain.

“I was going to ask her why she disrupted our practice.” Ushijima stated simply. That was his personality after all. Short and sweet, or short and bitter.

“You know damn well why she came in. She came to get her bag, She didn’t disrupt anything, you just go distracted by an Omega’s scent.” Goshiki shot at him. And now the team was invested with what was going on with the current nd future Ace of Shiratorizawa.

“I was going to scold her, and tell her to not forget her items anymore.” Ushijima said, but his voice had a tad bit of annoyance in it.

“You are scaring her! Didn’t you hear her chirp? And that didn’t give you a single idea that you were making her uncomfortable?” He shot back. His confidence didn’t waver as he stood in front of you. Something his teammates had never seen.

“...I-I’m sorry...,” You said meekly behind Goshiki. “...I-It was m-my fault...I-I won’t do it again...,” Your voice was quiet and soft and obediently polite to the tense Alphas in front of you. You turned to leave but felt a soft hand on your wrist. You turned and looked up at the purple haired first year.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” He stated softly. “Trust me you did nothing wrong.” His voice was soft and smooth and sounded like honey. He smelled nice too, it was like this warm lavender scent with a sweet undertone to it. It calmed you down, physically making your shoulders relax.

“Th-thank you...,” You said bowing your head a bit before pulling your arm out of his hand and heading out of the gym. There was silence in the gym before anyone spoke.

“Awe! Goshiki! Did you find yourself a little girlfriend?~” The red haired Omega cooed from behind him. Suddenly the purple haired boys cheek’s turned a pink color.

“N-No she just-,” He paused. “I-I just-” He paused again. “Sh-she’s just-,”

“Oh yeah...You’ve got it baaaaaaaad~,” Tendou cooed.

“Wh-whatever...,” He said softly.

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A full day had passed since that day in the gym. You were headed off to your final class of the day when you bumped into someone. You were carrying books and papers, and were daydreaming as you walked, therefore finding yourself bump into someone. You yelped and felt yourself fall backwards, but a hand reached out and grabbed your arm before you could fall, holding you in a strong grip to keep you from falling. You looked up at him, and if it wasn’t his face that let you knew who he was, it was the smell of warm lavender with a sweet undertone that did.

“I-I’m sorry...,” You said softly as he stood you up.

“I-it’s no problem...,” He admitted and looked around at the mess on the floor of your papers. Almost instantly you both fell to the floor to pick up the pages. His hand brushed against your own as you grabbed a paper, and both of your cheeks heated up at the contact.

“Thank you...,” Your voice was quiet. “F-for yesterday too!” You quickly added in hopes to try to make the situation less tense, because for whatever reason your inner Omega felt nervous about him. If it was a good or bad thing, you didn’t know.

“O-Oh that? That was nothing...,” He said in an equally soft voice as he stood up straight. “U-Ushijima-senpai can be a bit...,” He trailed off.

“Oblivious?” You asked with a small head tilt.

“Y-yeah! That’s the word I was looking for!” He said quickly. There was silence between the both of you for a few moments. “O-Oh! I almost forgot!” Goshiki said and reached into his bag, he pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to you. On it was some writing, ‘Wanted, an Omega manager for the boys volleyball team,’ With some informative text under it. “I-I think y-you sh-should try this....Y-you don’t have a c-club right?” He asked.

“No...I was looking for one though...,” You admitted with a dust of pink on your cheeks. “D-Doesn’t your coach not like Omegas though?” You asked looking up at the purple haired boy.

“No...He doesn’t at all...That’s why Tendou is the only Omega on the team...,” He gently rubbed the back of his neck. “But the schools administration got a little upset at him for that and told him he needed to be more inclusive...,”

“That makes sense...,” You giggled a bit. Your smile and light giggle practically made the boy in front of you melt. Your scent wasn’t really nervous around him anymore, it was warmer and sweeter than usual. “...I’ll look into it...,” You said softly and tucked the paper into your bag. You bit your lower lip and looked off to the side. Only until a moment later did the bell ring, you tensed up a bit. “I-I should get going t-to class...,” You said softly.

“O-of course! I-I should as well!” He said stiffly and started on his way to class. You smiled to yourself and walked down the hallway. Once he was out of sight and you were settled in you classroom, you took out the flyer.

You held it in your hands and looked down at it. However, something was a bit off. You leaned down and lifted the paper to your nose to meet about half way and took a small sniff. ‘He scented it...’ You thought to yourself as warmth crawled up onto your cheeks.

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“Wow...You really are bad at this...,” Shirabu said as he walked down the hallway next to the purple haired boy. “You’re supposed to scent gifts like jewelry, food, something home made. Not invitations to be our club manager.” He spoke in his monotone voice.

“W-well whatever...She seemed interested!” Goshiki shot back. “A-and besides-!” He paused for dramatic effect. “Once she sees how I’m clearly going to surpass Ushijima as the next Ace, she will be begging to be my mate!” He said proudly with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Oh yeah ‘future Ace?’ You still need a lot of practice before that day comes...,”

“Why are you like that?” He whined and his hair deflated a bit.

“Just being honest...,”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n #shiratorizawa #goshiki #goshiki x reader #omegaverse #alphagoshiki #omegareader #anime

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Here’s the final part of the “Raph is a system” theory compilation post! It’s the last of what I can scrape up from canon; while I still have ideas on how it might loop back into character interactions and plot and so on, they’re much more speculative in nature. (Part 1 is here) (Part 2 is here) (You’re reading Part 3)

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"Red” is the alter with the least screen time, so it took a while for me to connect the dots on when and why he formed.

His shadowed face, the dramatic background music when he speaks, and his seriousness are reminiscent of the “brooding on rooftops in the rain while gloomily staring off into the distance” thing that Raphs throughout the franchise will do sometimes. That’s easy to poke fun at on a superficial level because most of us look back on our edgy phases with self-deprecation, but it’s a lot less funny in the context of the life he lives. Being a normal human teenager in normal human society is a fucking nightmare; being a mutant teenager who has no idea what to expect in terms of development or lifespan, only five people he can safely interact with ever, and a very limited future hiding from everyone else for as long as he lives has got to be just awful.

RR’s few lines in “Pizza Puffs” tell us a lot. “It’s the only way they’ll learn” and “this is for their own good” suggest that he formed when the turtles started exploring more of the sewers and going aboveground, and Being The Leader became more of a responsibility. A thousand new ways for them to get in trouble meant a thousand new ways Raph would have to bail them out, and that got old fast- especially since they didn’t have April’s knowledge to help them in the beginning. I doubt they met her the very first time they left the sewers. The wiki says April knew the boys for five years as of “Mystic Mayhem”, so they would have been nearly eight at the time, perhaps the mental equivalent of a ten- or eleven-year-old human.

A while back I sifted through all the eps with Raph in them in the vague hopes that “Pizza Puffs” wasn’t the only episode featuring RR... and lo and behold, I found something! The shadowed face and dramatic background music are also present in “Minotaur Maze”!

“I can’t do it. I got no mystic mojo. I’m useless.”

“Hey, that’s not true, brother. You just gotta believe in yourself, and know this: If I die in this maze, I will haunt you for the rest of your life.”

(I know that’s only two data points, but y’all canonically cannot scoff at me.) RR shows up when HR is no longer able to tolerate the bullshit at hand. “I’m not going to baby you Leo, get your shit together before your ego kills us all” was a reasonable response to nearly being shish-kebab’d.

“Pizza Puffs”, on the other hand... LDM pulled through in the end, but that RR got HR to stay behind added an unnecessary level of risk. Getting his brothers to learn a lesson should have waited until after the giant mutant cannibal had been dealt with and they were no longer poisoned.

This hands-off “figure it out on your own” approach probably came from Splinter. I swear to Pizza Supreme In The Sky I’m not trying to shit-talk him, but his lack of involvement with his sons was a major flaw. Before all that character development he was terrible at things like “emotional support” and “life lessons”, leaving Raph without the blueprints to deal with a lot of problems. HR would respond by rushing in and figuring things out as he went, but sometimes RR would have to say “No, we’re maxed out and can’t deal with this, we’ve gotta step back”. As we’ve seen in other iterations, when Raph is maxed out and doesn’t step back...

...he goes too far. Plenty of folks have commented on how rarely the Rise turtles smack each other around compared to other versions; it’s telling that RR spoke up just a moment after HR smacked Mikey in “Pizza Puffs”.

Raph is much bigger and stronger than his brothers this time around, meaning such an outburst would have a much higher risk of Genuine Grievous Injury. And while his size and strength also mean a measure of gentleness has been baked into him since day one, there would still be times HR would feel himself boiling over and RR would head off somewhere quiet for fear of the above situation; which was potentially alluded to in “Hot Soup: The Game”.

“You went out on your own when you were his age.”

The context of “Man vs. Sewer” suggests Raph isn’t going to go off on his own without very good reason- such as cooling down before he does something he regrets. That this detail shows up in Casey’s debut episode suggests it is how they will properly meet and bond, since befriending Casey and doing vigilante shit with him is what usually gives Raph a way to blow off steam while having someone nearby to keep him in check. But that probably won’t happen until partway through season 3, since I doubt we can cram the rest of Casey’s redemption arc into the movie alongside the invasion and time travel trauma shenanigans and leader drama. So in the meantime RR will continue to brood on rooftops in bad weather and listen to Ephemerality songs and monologue to himself because he knows nobody’s going to hear him over the incessant background noise that makes up the cities above and below.

I was a bit stumped about how that meeting would take place- the events of the finale (and possibly also the movie) would no doubt have both the human and yokai populations on high alert, making it dangerous for RR to slip away for some peace and quiet. But the events of the finale also gave us some insight on Raph’s powers; he has a way to leave without actually leaving!

Hardlight Clone Jutsu, baby!

So whenever HR finds himself in a particularly sour mood, a wisp of power winds its way up through the open-air portion of the lair and forms into a clone aboveground. HR doesn’t have to leave for a while to cool down before coming back and dealing with the situation calmly, because RR is already on a rooftop somewhere dissipating those bad feelings by listening to the rain and/or yeeting trash cans.

But mutants can’t freely walk the streets of New York, and the Hidden City Police probably still have it out for Raph. And someone, hero or villain, will eventually realize that Raph has a gloomy stray clone running around and ask questions that can’t be answered without cracking open the can of worms that is This Whole Situation. RR needs to get creative. That we’ve seen clones have both full color and the basic red/white palette suggests their color could be altered in other ways; and that the holo-form grew extra arms in the lair fight vs. the Shredder suggests their shape could also be changed further.

So what will he choose to look like, if not his body?

Obviously he’ll use a red and black color palette because it slaps, leaning more towards black since I compared him to Batman back in Part 1. A low-detail design makes it hard to identify him, giving onlookers the impression that they just couldn't see him well in the dark. Mentally filing down his spikes and decreasing the curve of his shell are easy enough, but it takes him a while to figure out five fingers instead of three, and there’s not much he can do about his voice other than lowering the pitch so he just opts to not talk much within earshot of others. A cape further disguises his silhouette and again, it slaps. The impression of a mask means he doesn’t need a face and it lets peoples’ assumptions work for him. Humans are more likely to think he’s human than a Very Human-Shaped Mutant, and yokai come in so many shapes as is that he could be anything from a witch to a dehydrated googlyschmootz.

(You know how it is with franchises. Old patterns repeating in new ways.)

New York City never sleeps, and I doubt the Hidden City does either. He’ll run into Casey eventually, but in the interim he stumbles across and intervenes in some attempted purse-snatchings and kidnappings and the like. Most of the would-be victims use his arrival as their chance to escape, but one of them is too frozen with fear to move until their attackers are chased off into the dark. He escorts them home, and it’s only once they’re at their doorstep that they work up the courage to ask him who he is.

It’s... a difficult question, in more ways than one. “Raph” is out of the question. “Red” isn’t quite right, and neither is “Angel”- they’re a tad too identifying still, and the R.A.P.H. thing was HR’s idea anyway. So he shrugs, and melts away into the shadows.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Nobody.”

#rottmnt #rottmnt raph #red raph #rottmnt nobody #the 'raph is a system' theory #this will never be canon in a million years but it's canon compliant and that's what's important to me lol #ephemerality is a synonym for evanescence #i had to use a thesaurus for that one #anyway i am have always been and will always be an 03 hoe #long post #i have an inkling about how his meeting with casey would go so i might put that here sooner or later

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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years

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WIP Whenever

Thank you @dungeons-and-dragon-age for the tag! You got me at a good time because I got goodies~! >:D

Taking a break and playing Inquisition got the inspiration flowing again! So, I have some Solas and Mhairi bonding time! :D

I encountered the Dalish clan in the Exalted Plains, and this is what was born of it:

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“Da’len,” Solas approached where Mhairi was sitting on the log by the fire, arms at his sides and brow furrowed with subconscious concern. “...have you seen Fane by chance?”

He was beginning to get worried. For the more he searched the Dalish encampment, as small as it was here, along the creek of Halin’sulahn, the less he saw any hide or hair of Fane. His dragon was by no means hard to spot, hair like new fallen snow upon black cliff side and very presence dominating, even if the man sought to make himself unnoticeable. Although, in this instance, Solas knew why Fane was possibly making himself scarce; memories. Painful, painful memories. However, that was why it was imperative that he find the dual being, to stop a spiral before it became a vortex.

The young woman had seemingly been repairing the segment of her robes that had unfortunately met the edge of a Freeman’s blade when Solas spotted her. He himself was giving the other clan’s members distance, so it had taken him a bit to locate the young woman, but it was for the best. He, too, had difficult memories of the Dalish, blades brandished for naught but truth, words hurled in every direction that sounded home to his folly, that spread the guilt like he did plaster and paint. So, it was best for everyone, Inner Circle and Dalish, if he kept his ‘delusional stories’ and ‘maddened opinions’ to himself. He was busy at present, anyway. His own discomfort meant little when he knew there was someone suffering worse than he.

Mhairi blinked, the movements of her hands pausing from where they were delicately weaving twine and thread. Icy blue eyes and a youthful face marked with the maroon of June turned upwards to him, abandoning repairs to regard him easily.

“Fane?”, Mhairi said his sought after’s name, her slightly darker brows drawing together as she tilted her head a bit. “He was with you, wasn’t he?”

Solas shook his head, dread growing within his heart. “No.”, he said simply, doing his to keep tone calm, professional as he kept the connection of eyes that began to melt, concern beginning to show in them. “I have not seen him since before sunset. I presumed he had been with you. Evidently, I was mistaken.”

Mhairi’s delicate features turned downwards, petites hands curling within pure white samite bordered with pink vestment. “...You haven’t seen him at all? Maybe with Cole? Sera?”, she asked, lilting voice shaking a bit with a panic born of the past and all it harmfully bore for the two soulful siblings.

Solas shook his head at each question, letting his expression soften a bit. He had not wished to alarm the young woman, but he saw now that he had been foolish to think his inquiry would have done anything but. Fane had spoken of Mhairi’s anxiety concerning abandonment, and Solas himself had seen such an acute episode when the man had been thought lost in the Fade during Adamant. He should have been more delicate in his delivery, more aware of his words and the effect they had.

Ill-suited as ever, Solas berated within the safety of his mind, releasing a quiet sigh through his nose as he gazed down as the now fidgeting woman. Nails were picking apart sewn thread, undoing work redone without thought, and a deeper frown etched itself upon normally bubbly features. Ice-colored orbs were staring pointedly at the article, but were hazy, distant, lost to the flow of putrid memories. Solas matched the deep frown with a small one of his own, taking a tentative step towards where Mhairi was seated to kneel down in front of her.

He had to fix what he had wrought--in many ways, but for now, he would focus on a light that echoed as much of the past as his unaccounted for dragon did.

“Mhairi,”, Solas called out to the slightly trembling woman, keeping his tone soft, guiding. “Ir abelas. My words were poorly chosen. I didn't mean to alarm you, to cause you to fear.” He managed a tiny smile when long locks of platinum shifted with the rising of a head, reconnection. “I am sure your brother is close by. I merely have not been able to deduce where he may have gone when in concern to the Dalish. That is all.”

Solas watched as the slight tremors in pale hands and lithe shoulders lessened. There was still a concerned frown upon pink lips and the tell-tale signs of dampness upon ice-blue, but he had succeeded in drawing a bright mind back from the edge. At least, he hoped he had. It was hard to tell with his dragon’s sister, even if she was far more open than her sibling. Perhaps her inherent bubbliness blinded him at times, made him believe there were no troubles to ponder, nightmares to banish. Everyone had a mask they used to protect themselves, and he was truly foolish to forget that simple truth.

“N-no, I’m--”, Mhairi tried to say, but released only a shuddering sigh. Fingers begin to pluck and pull at thread once more, but with more care, more awareness this time.

Solas kept a watchful eye on the Dalish woman, noting her breathing was shaky, but not quickening with encroaching panic. The tremors had not returned, but neither had full light to her eyes. The spiral was still swirling, then. He would have to choose his words carefully, and carefully he shall.

“Take your time, da’len.”, Solas encouraged, gingerly reaching out with his own hands to still the ones curling and clenching into purity. His skin flinched a tad when Mhairi’s did, but relaxed when she did so in turn. “Everything will be right where you left it. It will not disappear, vanish as if but a dream.”

A sharp, but quiet intake of breath had Solas freezing up a bit, fear gripping his heart like an owl's talons snatched up a mouse. Had he spoken out of turn again? He had not meant to--!

“Ma serannas, lethallan.”

Solas blinked, the guilt and dread of his mind stilling as he refocused on the woman in front of him. Ice and turquoise regarded him kindly, serenity in their deepest depths and a watery, but grateful smile played with plushness of flesh, curving like the softest of a halla’s horns. Maroon ink was lax, further serenity carved into the heart shaped visage before him. There was no ridicule, no scorn, no retribution in any of those features, and that weighty revelation had Solas sucking in a steadying breath of his own, quiet, but deep.

How many people would he continue to witness staring at him with such...forgiveness before his own mask cracked from the blow? He did not deserve that release, that depth of understanding and emotion from Mhairi, from Fane, from anyone, and yet, it was there--pure as the snow white hair of his beloved, gold as the spirit that cascaded down...down…

...one of his people.

Solas let his eyelids droop, gingerly taking one of Mhairi’s hands into both of his own. That echoing appendage was joined by its counterpart, squeezing with both as they joined to soothe in tandem. That silent gesture of understanding had Solas closing his eyes fully, heart tight, soul weeping for him to speak, to divulge. Why was he suddenly so overcome with the want to do such?

She would not understand, Solas chided himself, attempting to ward away how his whole being yearned to greet another soul like his dragon’s, like his. She would react adversely. For myself, and for her, I must keep the truth hidden. Now is not the time nor place for such things. There will be much to tell her when the time is right, from myself and Fane. She does not need that burden, that crisis of faith, now. Even if--no.

Solas let out a soft sigh, carefully slipping his hands from the warmth of Mhairi’s own to place them back within his lap. He registered the look of gentle confusion in both delicate features and twinkling eyes, but he once again shoved away the inherent urge to explain. He had let himself falter, allowed his mind to splinter, and now he would repair it, shore up the foundation so it may weather any other storm that would come to pass.

He must find the one who would hold his bloodied hand with one of their own, but even that laced his heart with guilt-filled poison. How much more would he touch and destroy before he perished? Two lights, and they would find themselves extinguished if he continued to be selfish, but...he couldn’t help it, couldn’t fight the want to belong, to be accepted.

To coexist. How pitiful he was. How pitiful.

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...You have no idea how hard I am resisting on making a female Fane to fully romance this wolf right now. I need to finish canon Fane first, but...HNNNNGH. I just want to analyze the hell out of how Solas changes with romanced Lavellan. *puts face on screen* He called Fane ‘lethallan’ the other day while I was playing, and I DIED AND SCREECHED. ...I always do. *slinks away*

Fun fact: At the beginning of my writing hobby, Solas and Mhairi were supposed to be romantically together! :D

Tagging (if you wanna, you beautiful people! <3): @oxygenforthewicked @noire-pandora @little-lightning-lavellan @the-dreadful-canine @blueheaded

#wip whenever #my writing #dragon age #oc: mhairi lavellan #solas #look at these two. *sniffles*#mhairi and solas are a whole other layer of feels XD #it reasserts 'canon' amidst the 'non-canon'#fane: dragons :3 #mhairi: elves :3 #DUALITY BABY >:D #thank you for the tag again! X3

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af1899 · 3 years

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FEH - Finally got the first merge on Hoshidan Summer Micaiah + appreciation post

With [Hall of Forms] now finished and all the rewards obtained, I can now rest at ease forgetting it, so I went to [Forging Bonds] and just got the last [Divine Codes: Ephemera 8] to give Micaiah her well earned merge, and here it is, her RES bane is no more.

While I don't see her often in [AR-D], I've come to understand why she's a good option here: she fills a very unique niche as a refresher with min-maxed attack and resistance that deals effective damage on armored and cavalry units, she aged really well as a unit despite her having one of the lowest BST values of her class but her refine will eventually come out and make her outstanding, I'll wait for it before I invest too much in her.

Anyway, this is not what I appreciate Micaiah, so I'll tell you a little story below and sum up my reasons, there'll be minor spoiler warnings and it's a tad too extensive but I hope you'll find it an interesting read if you do look on it.

I've known about her ever since I started to play Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn after I got my black Wii back in 2015 for my birthday and unlocked it to sideload USB games some time after, but it took me a little to feel like trying it and get it running, I used to be a guy that just trained whoever seemed likeable enough from looks so that I could get on, not as attentive with the plot of every game I play as I am now, but I've started to change that around the time I've started Final Fantasy VIII on the second half of 2019, a game that was truly legendary and emotional Imo.

This is more or less how I've come to known her, but I want to share what sparked interest on me for her:

It took me exactly two weeks to realize I wanted her so badly, it helped that when Lilina was announced, I'd need a [Feh Pass] subscription for just this month, and I got it with help from a friend, to date, I'm still grateful to that user for the support and for us to continue upholding a strong bond.

In any case, when the time came, I realized how charming this skin was, it's one of the best we've gotten, the Hel thematic looks wonderful on her (what a delightful blend of colors and precise styling by Sachie, same person that made the art for Legendary Julia and Sara, yes, more favs 💜) and the art is overall just too good but the best piece out of the four is the normal one I think, and I'll explain why while covering my favorite part of character talking: personality.

Micaiah is a kind and caring girl towards those she holds dear, specially the people of the country she eventually leads as a queen: Daein, located in the Tellius continent.

«I don't really like crowds. Sometimes, I sneak off to the forest to catch a break. I'm guessing the guiding hand of this army might need a break, too!»

— Micaiah: Priestess of Dawn, Fire Emblem Heroes.

She also has a bit of a bitter side but that's not how she normally comes off, yet, this doesn't come out without a reason, she was born a Branded (a human born from a human and laguz unity that end up getting a special power and an irremovable brand somewhere in their body, highly discriminated in Tellius), she had to hide her brand to anyone but her closest friends like Sothe so that she's not mistreated.

She's highly capable of selflessness, symbolized through that power she's gotten: [Sacrifice], it heals the target's wounds at the cost of her life force, she can recover just fine, but it exhausts her in return. This has allowed her to heal without staves and get the recognition from her people in Daein, like when she was first fleeing Begnion forces in Nevassa (capital city of Daein) while repelling bandit attacks, the citizens blocked the path when Micaiah and the Dawn Brigade (it's a group she leads to liberate her country) flee, but before she could escape, she sensed danger, and spotted a young guy being hurt from an arrow a Begnion soldier shot to a child named Nico, who would remember Micaiah's act of kindness for nursing him back to health almost instantly.

There were some times in which Micaiah also had to make really tough decisions, for example: Ike's army was tasked by Apostle Sanaki of Begnion to escort her to her country as they were trying to uncover the vile senate's acts, they had to pass through Daein territory, but because of a [Blood Pact] (a contract that enforces its signer's obedience to avoid a greater catastrophe) that Pelleas (that's the former king of Daein's son) signed under the false pretention that was a peace treaty the senate proposed. Micaiah had to hinder Ike's army advancement to see if she can trick the Begnion senate so she sent her soldiers to fight for that... she wanted to give time to Pelleas so that he could find a way to remove the effects from the [Blood Pact], as they couldn't just be removed normally. She had to make those sacrifices all because of a contract, and she couldn't even just tell Ike that she was forced to follow orders, the attacks from Daein forces didn't make much sense to him naturally. It was her people or her soldiers, so she had to make such decisions that tested her willpower, yet she's strong at heart and carried out with the orders she was given.

In Fire Emblem Heroes, she doesn't talk much about those events, but that's because she wishes to be free from the chains of past days, even if for a moment, she shows a friendly personality towards the Summoner and still being herself. She became queen of Daein and led her people to an age of prosperity, welcoming both laguz and human alike.

Now, all this and more things you'd learn as you play Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn (or may remember from your playthroughs) show how strongly developed and compelling she is as a character, there's a lot going in her life and she lived many difficult moments, yet she got through and grew into a kind and strong-willed woman, she truly impressed me, and I think she's truly pretty, like, I mean:

(Artwork from Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Memorial Book Tellius Recollection: The Second Volume)

I won't deny that the Resplendent skin is magnificent and gave me the last push-up to play her home game after a long time and learn more about her, but I could see what kind of character she is and what makes her truly special... true, she's not my "best girl" (see PFP) but I still hold her dear as if she was almost high up there. And it's said that "nothing beats the original", so I certainly love her original design.

Here's a little showcase of the other two variants of her I have, I'm missing only her Bridal alt and the possible Legendary one coming later in this month, but here are them:

I love all her official art and how it manages to bring out her friendliness and tender side.

I'm so glad that so far, I've lucked out well with her IVs save her Hoshidan Summer alt, and she appeared randomly when pulling for others most of the time, so it's great to have her now, even as-is.

Her Brave variant from 2019 should be getting a refine next month or any time for the remainder of 2021, I know it'll be good but I would already love to know what it'll do before I give her anything else.

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And here ends my appreciation post and optional read, if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading, it means a lot to me if you've come to enjoy it.

#fire emblem heroes #fe heroes #micaiah #fe micaiah #fire emblem #radiant dawn

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silence-burns · 4 years

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Please Hate Me //part 28

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine

The cheap excuse of a building, decorated quite violently in various obnoxious colorful shades, welcomed its new guests with blasts of a dying sanity. Music, you said. Loki would laugh, but he had to keep his teeth from chattering.

The dancing, as you'd explained, was occurring in the vast central space of the large, windowless room, somewhere in between the wrenching, spasming bodies glistening from sweat and spilled drinks. Loki was unsure where precisely, for the lights were changing rapidly in colorful, nauseating bursts, but he trusted your word on it.

The interesting part actually seemed to be happening on the outskirts of the room, in the booths shadowed partially from the lights, and behind the few beautiful people dancing on the poles in a breathtaking show of agility with their painted bodies.

Loki admired their skill for a moment before his attention was snatched to the two men standing by the far wall, nothing outstanding about them, right until the moment they opened a door for another man and then quickly closed it behind him. Despite the overwhelming amount of decorations stabbing Loki's eyeballs from every space he looked, the door was bare of any, making it almost invisible were it not for the movement.

"Interesting," he muttered, his voice almost lost in the clamor. You only heard him because you were still standing together by the entrance, taking everything in.

"We'll have to split up and find a nice tiger's tail to step on," you agreed.

"Are you anticipating another fight? You should've warned me, I'd have taken a knife at least."

You slowly made it down the few stairs leading to the dancing pit. On the other side of it, like a sole beacon in the writhing chaos, shimmered the bar.

"You took it anyway," you said, sending him a wicked look.

"What can I say," Loki shrugged. "If we're going to crash this party, we should at least do it with style."

Your laughter rang in his ears, sweeter than anything the music boxes were capable of producing. You let go of his arm and for a moment, despite the accumulated heat of the ever present mass of bodies, the world felt cold again.

"Good hunt," you wished him, holding his eyes for a bit longer, and slid into the crowd.

Loki followed your figure and the shadows casted over your features, changing with each blast of color, but never truly twisting what he had come to know almost instinctively. His heart dropped the tiniest bit when he couldn't see you any longer.

Loki squared his shoulders, clothed in the finest garment he could spot in this whole place, and decided to take another path, slightly closer to the booths on the left.

He didn't rush, for he intended to be seen and he didn't shy away from the looks he gathered on his way. There was a cane leaning on one of the tables, behind someone's back. Loki's fingers merely brushed it on his way, and it fell right into his touch, already a part of him. He liked the firm wood under his fingers, although he personally would have chosen a different design. He shouldn't expect much from a person dressed like that, though, so he didn't.

He merely gazed upon the booths, taking in the people laughing over drinks, some looking more focused on business and some twisted together, making the night memorable, if only poorly.

By the time he made it to the bar, his ears rang with the deafening sounds, and he welcomed the soft suggestion of a change when the music seemed to quiet down a bit there, probably to allow for any non-yelled conversation. The long counter was polished and its edges engraved with faded silver. There were only a few occupants on the high, backless stools with soft cushions that encircled the place. Alcohol of various shapes and names Loki was unfamiliar with shone on the packed shelf behind the bar man's back.

The moment Loki chose one of the stools, the bar man's eyes landed attentively on him. The boy seemed young, but Loki was not the best judge of humans' fleeting age. What he could, would, and in fact did base his judgment on, was their taste, and Loki, for the first time since entering this festering hole, enjoyed what he was seeing.

He leaned to the man, his eyelids heavy and the softest hint of a smile playing on his painted lips. "Why don't you show me what you mortals have fun with, darling?"

The man must've encountered all sorts of customers over his time, for he did not startle, and did not question Loki's words. He merely smiled, making Loki's eyes fall onto that beautiful feature, and reached behind him for the bottle.

It was a good start, Loki decided, watching the art unraveling before his eyes. If there was anyone in this place aware of everything the clients did or wanted, the bartender would be the very first person they reached out to. Besides, Loki guessed, the man seemed fairly open to share a few things with him. He was not to blame, of course. There was a mirror behind the bar, and even though the lights danced constantly like feral things, Loki was sure that every second he had spent preparing for that night was visible, noticed, and striking wild jealousy into the hearts of others. Just as things should be.

But as it happens with all good things, there were dimwitted individuals whose only reason in life was to interrupt such times.

Loki's interruption looked like a frequent visitor to places of a disputable renown, and even though his clothes held a suggestion of not being ripped from the back of another person, the overall sense of fashion seemed to have been lost - a long time ago, and along with a toothbrush at that.

"I haven't seen a new face around here lately," the man said, taking the seat next to Loki.

With the greatest effort, the god forced himself to school his features and not wince or laugh his throat dry at the pathetic excuse to start a conversation. He had to remind himself why he was at that place, and that his main concern should be gathering information, even coming from such an unappealing source.

"Oh?" he said then, because it wasn't saying anything, but merely acknowledging the man's presence. It was more than he deserved, but Loki was still in a good mood and felt enough generosity not to turn down a potential source.

The bait had been noticed, and gulped down with the whole hook.

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone so outstanding," the man said. "But I have a feeling we haven't been introduced. My name is Marco and I can't help but wonder what brought you here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Loki attended to his drink, sipping it with perfect manners and imperfect curiosity.

"I'm afraid it isn't," Marco said, and the softest hint of steel plagued his smile.

Loki sighed, burdened deeply with exhaustion one can only experience in unpleasant social situations.

He turned his head just enough to see the man. "The word spreads, darling," he said quietly, even though the word was far from being spread yet. "Does it really surprise you that it garners attention?"

There was a subtle difference between creating a perfect, but blunt bluff, and making it seem natural, and effortless. The night was growing hotter and perfect for crossing lines.

Marco's gaze dropped for only the shortest bit, but it was enough of a suggestion that Loki's word struck something in him, and a seed of doubt had been planted.

It would be reckless and naive to think of it as a success already, so Loki didn't let any of his thoughts show on his face. The drink in his hand was sweeter that he imagined, but carried just enough flavor not to overwhelm the taste.

Marco's tongue darted out, wetting his lips. "Listen here, pal," he said. "I'd really like to know who precisely invited you in. We're not open for strangers, you see."

Loki put his hand to his chest. "You have no idea how much physical pain it gives me but I have to decline."

The man blinked once, unsure if he was being mocked. "I beg your pardon?" he said through gritted teeth.

Loki shrugged, indifferent.

"Then beg."

It was difficult to guess the changes in Marco's face, but Loki had a feeling it'd gotten a tad more red than it used to be. Such a beautiful sight it was, a man boiling inside. Loki chuckled and watched the man get to his feet. For a moment, it looked as if he was readying for a punch, but the idea left him as soon as it came.

"This is not over," he spat and scrambled back into the twisting crowd.

The barman, even though he had pretended not to see the conversation, cast a look after him. Loki leaned closer, baiting him with the empty glass.

Another drink was served to him. Loki caught the bar man's eyes. "I've been wondering for some time now - this place is so huge and new to me. I would hate to wander off somewhere not meant for my humble self."

The barman fiddled with the bottle for a second longer.

"I'd certainly refrain from angering the mobsters," he finally said. His head motioned towards a booth at the far end of the wall to the right, only a few steps away from the not-so-secret door.

The men sitting there were obscured in more shadows than other parts of the place. It almost looked like a conscious choice was made when the lights had been hanged. The dark suits were bare of any details, and so were their grim faces. It was difficult to see well through the bodies on the dance floor in between, but Loki thought he could see some cards being played. He wondered, although the answer should be obvious thanks to the semi-circle of empty space around them, if anyone would be reckless enough to join them for a round or two.

A part of him tugged him in that direction. Stepping on a tiger's tail was a perfect description of what his soul sang for. If there ever was a better way to unleash chaos than angering the ones in power, Loki still hadn't found one.

As if summoned by his wishes, the perfect partner in crime appeared on the edge of the crowd. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat emanating from the people, but your steps were as swaggering as ever. The smile you threw in Loki's direction was painted in the shades of deep, unruly satisfaction one was only able to achieve right before ruining someone's day.

Loki felt your arms wrap around his shoulders as your hand gently turned his head in the mobsters' direction.

"How do you feel about a game of cards?"

His heart skipped a beat, his fingers twitched around the glass. "Dear, do I hear malicious intent in your voice?"

"Me? Suggesting we see how much they are able to lose before their patience snaps? I'd never."

A laugh rumbled in his chest. "Then let's play the fairest game of cards this place has ever seen, love."

#Please Hate Me #loki x reader #loki x you #loki/reader #loki/you #loki #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #Loki Laufeyson #loki laufeyson/reader #loki laufeyson/you #loki marvel #loki mcu #marvel

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citizen-l · 3 years

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04. Sign

Chanyeol woke up disoriented, hearing weird noises that he usually didn’t hear in the morning. Junmyeon was always very quiet. But he wasn’t in his own apartment, and the sounds weren’t made by Junmyeon.

Chanyeol remembered awkwardly coming into Baekhyun’s apartment again. He had thought Sehun’s room would be his for the night, only to realize it was locked. Sehun hadn’t even given Chanyeol his keys this time, just banished him from his own home to spend quality time with Junmyeon. Chanyeol was going to have a talk with Sehun soon, this was getting out of hand.

He sighed and contemplated putting his shirt back on again, but he needed a shower first.

Last night, when it was clear that Chanyeol wouldn’t have access to Sehun’s room, or his bed, or his clothes, Baekhyun insisted on making the couch as comfortable as possible. Which was actually pretty nice to sleep on. But he also helpfully provided a pair of pajamas and a night shirt, both of which were a tad bit undersized for Chanyeol. So, once Baekhyun was off to sleep in his own room, Chanyeol opted to sleep without the night shirt, it was the best option. Now though, as he heard cutlery and plates in the kitchen, he mildly felt uncomfortable.

Not that he was all that self-conscious about his body. But mostly, it was Baekhyun, and Baekhyun was...Baekhyun. A very beautiful guy whose opinion of Chanyeol shouldn’t matter but Chanyeol knew it probably would. At least a little bit. He decided to use the comforter to hide his naked torso instead.

“Oh hey, you’re up!” Baekhyun said cheerfully, but then his face fell. “Wait, shit, did I wake you?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Chanyeol said. He stopped from saying much else, his throat was too dry and he needed to drink some water first.

“Well, I’m sorry anyway,” Baekhyun said while chaotically moving around the kitchen. “I have a show today, so I have to hurry. But don’t worry, you can rest up, take a shower or stay if you want. There’s a spare key over there, just lock the door when you leave. Alright? I have to go now.”

And before Chanyeol knew it, Baekhyun had planted a kiss on his cheek and was out the door in the blink of an eye.

Well.

Chanyeol sighed in frustration and flopped back down into the couch. Another kiss to think about. Was this another sign?

When he went back to his own apartment, which was after he decided to visit a friend about a project and have lunch, it was well into the afternoon. He thought it would be best to let the lovebirds have the morning, he did not want to see Sehun at his apartment, or talk to him yet. Chanyeol was angry, and waiting to see how long Sehun would be doing this without realizing how much of an asshole he was being.

He was mad at Junmyeon too, but there was nothing much to do about that, Junmyeon was his roommate after all.

Thankfully, no one was at the apartment when Chanyeol arrived. And enough air fresheners were used that Chanyeol almost didn’t think about what might have happened last night. Everything was clean and well put together as well. At least Junmyeon was sorry.

That was one of the things that Chanyeol really liked about his roommate, Junmyeon knew when his actions were wrong or even problematic to someone else. And he did things to make up for it. Things like cleaning, rearranging, doing chores. He refrained from cooking because he was a disaster in the kitchen, but he did other things like this instead. Even Chanyeol had taken to cooking meals to apologize to Junmyeon when he overstepped. And that was fine, it was a healthy way of living with someone, Chanyeol thought. Even if they didn’t always say sorry outright, they still did something to acknowledge their wrongdoings and tried to appease the other.

Sehun, on the other hand, just took what he wanted and didn’t think about anything or anyone else. Which was so unlike him! Chanyeol had been friends with him for over a decade, and this was the first time Sehun had gone on so long being a brat.

Chanyeol really hoped he wasn’t going to be kicked out tonight, he would start shouting, maybe even throw a fist if that happened. It wasn't as if Junmyeon and Sehun were the only two people on the planet who were going out, or whatever it was they were calling it. They should be mindful not to become an inconvenience for others, especially Chanyeol. He was suffering.

It took him the better part of the evening to catch up on his homework, writing papers was the bane of his existence. And it felt worse doing them now in a hurry because he could have completed them long ago if he had access to his room the previous few nights.

Chanyeol was taking a break, pulling up his audio mixer application and listening to his latest unfinished work. Might as well try and make something new to show his professor soon. That was when a text from Baekhyun chimed on his phone.

Chanyeol tried to ignore the text, he tried harder to ignore his reaction to the knowledge that Baekhyun was texting him out of the blue. It was a normal thing people did, Chanyeol told himself. No need to drop everything to find out what the pretty boy wrote, Chanyeol wasn't a teenager.

But Baekhyun's text was as insistent as the memory of Baekhyun's kisses. Chanyeol couldn't stop hearing that chime even though it never rang again after that one time. He was going crazy, hallucinating. He should probably be worried, but all he could do was reach out and grab his phone.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, my show went well, and I remembered you."

Well. What was Chanyeol supposed to do now? Because being chill about this just went out the window.

Why was Baekhyun so straightforward? He probably didn't mean anything by it, this was probably just how he usually was with every friend. Casual, flirty, cheeky.

Chanyeol tried to make himself believe it, it was nothing serious.

"I'm glad your show went well, you seemed tense in the morning. Are you celebrating?"

Chanyeol meant to only congratulate him. His fingers apparently didn't want that, his mind wondering what Baekhyun was doing now. Was he back home? Out with his friends at that bar? Maybe still at some auditorium backstage, taking off his costume…

Chanyeol stopped himself. Very abruptly, but surely. No need to wonder that far. Too soon.

Too soon?

Chanyeol needed to stop daydreaming. He needed to finish his homework, get some sleep, and get ready for a week of lectures and work.

Another text chimed, a picture this time. Chanyeol's fingers moved quicker than his brain and he stared at a black haired Baekhyun holding up beer, he was out drinking. But Chanyeol only saw the black hair, the wink, the slight blush on Baekhyun’s cheeks, the tip of his tongue peaking out at the corner of his mouth.

"Minseok says I should have invited you," another text read. "I was panicking in the morning so it slipped my mind. Plus I didn't know if you'd be free."

"Maybe next time," Chanyeol replied without thinking much.

"You'll get bored, it's all very fake and dramatic."

Chanyeol didn't mind, he'd just stare at Baekhyun anyway. He felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment even as he sat alone in his empty room, it was the truth. Black hair on Baekhyun was...it was just as beautiful as his pink hair, if not more. In a different way. But it made it hard for Chanyeol not to stare at the picture.

"What are you up to, Apollo?" Baekhyun's text came again.

"I was catching up on schoolwork. Apollo?"

"You make music, like Apollo," Baekhyun wrote. "Ignore me. The play is rubbing off on me. A Greek tragedy."

It was physically difficult for Chanyeol to ignore him anymore. But he really did need to finish his studies for the night. Which is what he told Baekhyun, because Chanyeol was strictly against leaving someone hanging, even if it was only in texts.

"Ah, please don't put off your work, I'm on my way home anyway. I might just fall face first on the floor as soon as I go home, and stay there. I'm too tired."

"That might hurt. At least get to the couch."

It was Chanyeol's subconscious, it had to be. Maybe his mind knew what his fingers were typing but he realized a little too late what a trap he set up for himself.

"It would smell like you...

"Unless Sehun rubbed his ass on it, that is...

"Don't mind me, I might be slightly drunk."

One after another, the feelings those texts instigated left Chanyeol a bit breathless, agitated; God knew what was happening to him. He chose to focus on the most concerning topic.

"Are you driving home? Catch a cab."

"Don't worry, giant. Soyeon will give me a ride, she's sober as a button. I know that's not the saying but roll with it."

"You feeling okay?" Chanyeol couldn't help asking. There was something in those texts that nagged him a little.

"Yeah, don't worry, just tired after all that. Been preparing for this show for weeks. Finally done. Kinda feels like my life is over, like I don't have anything to look forward to anymore. But I know it's just the tiredness and probably the third celebratory beer talking. It's alright, I'll be cheerful again soon enough. Maybe I'll dye my hair some other obnoxiously peppy color. Blueberry blue, maybe. What do you say?"

Chanyeol waited, read and reread the long text. He was now fully worried. But he also felt guilty. He was still somewhat a stranger, he probably had no right to worry so much about Baekhyun, who seemed fully capable of taking care of himself. Well, almost. As long as there wasn't any blood involved. And there probably wasn't this time around.

"Dye your hair whatever color you want to, as long as you like it. You look great with the black hair. Bubblegum pink suited you really well too. Blueberry blue just might bring out the color of your eyes."

Chanyeol tried to lighten the mood. And it seemed to have worked.

"I laughed so hard I almost choked. Jongin is not happy, I accidentally spilled beer on him just now."

"Tell him I'm sorry." Chanyeol wasn't, he was very happy with himself, mostly because he made Baekhyun laugh. He wished he was there with him to see him laugh.

Chanyeol tried not to think too much about what he just wished.

"Well, time to go home, giant. Hopefully the couch is left untouched. Later, Yeol."

Chanyeol wanted to say he left things at that, but that would be a lie. He wrote a paper for his music theory, replaying Baekhyun's short poem in his head like a song. He thought about all the weird things that happened in the last two days with Baekhyun and made a whole composition track with strings.

Talk about inspiration.

He felt kind of guilty for the morning. He did try to fold everything neatly, place the pillows and comforter on one side and made sure there was no dirt or dust on the couch or rug. But he could only do so much. He couldn't wash the night clothes Baekhyun lent him, he didn't know where everything was, and it felt like he was invading someone's home. So he left the clothes neatly folded on the couch as well.

Chanyeol should have brought the shirt and pajamas to his apartment, washed them, and then returned them to Baekhyun. But it never crossed his mind at that time. Baekhyun would probably think him uncouth. That couldn't be more far off. He was too much of a neat freak sometimes, Junmyeon would attest to that.

It was just that Baekhyun threw Chanyeol off, even when he was not in the room. It was somewhat worrisome. Last time Chanyeol had felt anything close to this, things had been so bad that he still tried to avoid thinking about all that ever happening.

Maybe he needed to be a bit more protective of himself. Be on guard. Baekhyun was one of those people who was so charming and cheerful that nobody could help but be engaged with him. Everyone was intrigued with him, both in a positive and negative way. Chanyeol was just like everyone else, a bit too intrigued. But it was because he was getting to know Baekhyun up close for the first time now. It'll pass, he told himself.

He lied to himself when he wrote a song, telling himself it was for his songwriting course, that it wasn't about Baekhyun. He was lying to himself, it definitely was.

Junmyeon returned to their apartment while Chanyeol was almost done cooking dinner. Chicken stew, the easiest dish his mom had taught him to cook. He wasn't feeling too energetic to put together anything more. Put everything in the pot and boil, that was all the effort he was willing to give tonight.

"Hey," Junmyeon left his bag and books aside and sat on the stool opposite the kitchen island that doubled as their dining table.

"Sehun not coming over?" Chanyeol asked. He tried to leave out the irritation from his voice, but it didn't work.

"No," Jun sighed. "Listen, Chanyeol, I'm sorry, about yesterday. And the day before."

Chanyeol was a little surprised, no, a lot. He never expected an outright apology. Especially from Junmyeon. Jun even looked actually sincere. This wasn't just for show.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"For kicking you out like that," Jun laughed sadly. "This is your home as much as mine. And it was wrong of me to just do that to you. Whatever you might think of me, I do consider you a friend. And I shouldn't have done that to a friend."

"Well, you sound more like my friend than Sehun," Chanyeol was being sarcastic, but the look on Jun's face sobered him up. "It's fine, you apologized. And cleaned up. I'll take it. You want some stew?"

"Thanks," Jun still looked sad, even though he smiled. "Did you guys talk?"

"No, not after his text last night," Chanyeol sat down opposite Jun.

"I'm sorry, he's a little…out of it lately. Maybe."

"He's infatuated with you," Chanyeol said honestly. He regretted it a moment later when Jun stopped eating. "Hey, look, it's not your fault. He's being irrational about things, and full of himself like always."

"Can I tell you something?" Jun said quietly. He waited until Chanyeol nodded. "Lately, we haven't...I can't remember the last time we sat down and talked, had an actual conversation. It feels like he's only interested in me for…yeah. I feel like I shouldn't have started this."

"Last I remember, he was the one running after you," Chanyeol said.

"But I said yes," Jun stirred his stew in the bowl but didn't eat.

"Look, he'll come around. Maybe. I don't even know anymore, honestly. I haven't seen him be like this before. But then again, he didn't have any relationships before you so I can't say what his usual boyfriend mode is like."

"He's not my boyfriend," Jun said. "That was perfectly clear from the beginning."

"Okay…" Chanyeol didn't know what to say. "Well. Whatever happens with you two, don't throw me out like that again. Give me a warning long beforehand so I can prepare, make arrangements."

"Don't worry, I'm not letting that happen again, if I can help it," Jun smiled.

"Did you… break up, or... "

"No, I just said no to that. No more kicking people out so we could bang. That's rude."

Chanyeol couldn't help but laugh at the way Jun said it.

"What about you, where did you stay the last two nights?"

Chanyeol suddenly coughed, almost choking on a piece of chicken. Junmyeon raised a curious brow but Chanyeol just focused on drinking water and clearing his throat.

"At a friend's," Chanyeol said.

"Oh, Kyungsoo's?"

"No."

"One of your bandmates'?"

"Mmmh," Chanyeol didn't know what sound he made, affirmative or negative, and judging by Junmyeon's creased brows, he didn't know either. But Jun didn't push, and Chanyeol was glad. It felt wrong to make Baekhyun just Sehun's flatmate. He was Chanyeol's friend now.

Well. A friend who kissed him, pecked him on the cheek, took him to a dinner party to meet his friends and wrote him an amateur poem. A friend whom he wrote a song about.

I want to hear the truth, now now now,

Why do you keep beating around the bush, round round round

Even if you act like it’s not, already, already, I can see through it all

Like sand, the tighter I hold on the more you scatter away.

Our gazes missing each other,

Doubts spreading in a way we can’t stop

Hiding a secret, your sign sign sign,

Now stop it, don’t lie lie lie

It might set off a firework that will burn it all down

The words you said to me without a thought, I know,

It’s all a sign sign sign

Air trapped in the silence. I’m anxious, like walking on ice

Stop this endless nightmare, before it’s too late

You already know the answer I’m waiting for

Don’t even think of trying to act like it’s nothing,

Just push me away instead

Our gazes missing each other,

Doubts spreading in a way we can’t stop

Hiding a secret, your sign sign sign,

Now stop it, don’t lie lie lie

It might set off a firework that will burn it all down

The words you said to me without a thought, I know,

It’s all a sign sign sign...

It wasn’t complete, far from it. But at least he was confident about the first and second verses, and the chorus. He might need to ask for his friend Kenzie’s help to produce it, add a bridge, come up with some great tunes to bind it all together. Right now he had mellow tunes that he could strum on his acoustic, but he didn’t want this to be mellow, this wasn’t a slow ballad song. This needed to be powerful.

#exo #chanbaek #chanyeol #byun baekhyun #ao3 writer #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #writing #alternate universe #college au #university au

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unfortunatelysage · 3 years

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Golden (parts 1 and 2)

me writing? actually kinda realistic. ocs from my old story storm since I'm too burnt out to make new characters right now lmao

Winter has a soft spot in my heart. I'm not a fan of the muddy slush that lines the streets, nor the frostbite I inevitably get every year, or the snowstorms, or even really the holiday season. But I love the soft whites and brilliant blues, the calm snowfall, and the traveling. It's probably no secret that I look forward strongly to winter break every year, but I'm just as excited for summer.

My parents have a cottage up north we go to in the summer, I tell my coworkers.

Oh yeah, we usually go on a cruise or something, I tell my classmates.

I just like the beach! I tell my friends. You know me!

As opposed to a week and a half during the winter, I get to stay three or four weeks at Austin's in the summer. Both of us would like me to stay the whole break, but we both work and have school to focus on, and it's difficult as is to get up to a month off.

Breathing in the woodsy air, I feel a rush of joy to my insides, like a swarm of butterflies made its way to my lungs. I exhale again and continue on, admiring the skyscraping trees and massive insects and animals from afar. Everything seems in line until a massive figure crashes through the trees, coming right toward me.

Good God! I jump behind a rock and watch the figure pass. It's a giant- scratch that, a giantess. She runs past me, paying no mind, and through the trees away from Me. What the hell was that? I didn't even get a good look at her, but she was around the same height as Austin I believe.

I check the direction she came to see if anyone else follows, and no one does. No matter, I have a place to be. The rest of the trip goes well, and I arrive on time. He got a buzzer installed for me to press when I show up, so I don't have to find a way up to his doorbell. I push it and wait, rocking on the balls of my feet in anticipation.

The door opens to a crouching Austin, smiling. "It's you!"

"It's me!" I respond, smiling back. "You look great." He sports new glasses and shorter hair on the sides, as well as soft red eyeshadow under his eyes.

"You too!" He replies, raising his eyebrows real quick as he holds out his hand. I nod and step on, and he carefully carries me to the main area. "I see you got your hair done. I like the blue."

We chat for a while and catch up on things as Austin grabs ice tea for us. "Is there anything I need set up right now? Anything I can put in your room or anything?"

"About that..." Austin trails off. " I know you just arrived, but I need to make a trip real quick. Would you rather stay here, or come with?"

"Oh, I can come with. What's the trip for?"

"My friend lost her pet the other day, and I found him." With approval, he carries me to his room, slowly opening the door. "You're not afraid of snakes, are you?"

Just then, my eyes meet the slithery creature's. Little beady eyesstuck in the sides of a titanic, squirming body, a light brown with black curves around him. I noticeably shiver. "Usually, no... but you see the size of him?"

"Understandable for you, I suppose. If it makes you feel better, in general he's quite small. I'd give him 25 zents." I do the math in my head. That's still about ten feet.

"Is he... you know... human-eating?" The snake slithers across the floor a bit.

"His name is Butterscotch. I don't think he's come in contact with any humans, but I would highly doubt he would eat you. No worries anyway, I'll need to keep you in my pocket when I head over to see Carrie. She doesn't know humans exist yet, and I'm not sure if either of us are ready to tell her."

I stare blankly at him.

"She's very nice, I swear. It'll go fine. You just stay where she can't see you, I drop off Butter, we go back on our way. It'll be good. Great, even."

A sigh escapes my body, and I smile. "Fine, I'll do it. Please promise to keep Butterscotch away from me though, that's all I ask."

"Great! Ready to go?" he bends down and grabs Butterscotch with his left hand, keeping me balanced in his right. He brings me to the chest of his dark jacket as he stands again, and I jump inside before the snake can reach me. I hear a soft chuckle escape him, and he mumbles a reassurance as he turns to leave.

The pocket is dark and stuffy, and gives no help to my claustrophobia. But I have to admit it's the lesser of two evils, as I'd rather mildly suffocate in fabric than get swallowed whole by a giant snake. I trace the inside of his jacket pocket's button, noticing the golden plating hasn't rubbed away at all. It's also not too shiny, even when rays of light from outside bounce off.

"Butterscotch is away from you, you know. You haven't any need to lock yourself away completely from sight," the giant tells me.

I push the pocket open at the word and stick my head out. "Okay, genuine question. The gold on your jacket. Is that real? Like all the way pure gold?"

"Yeah, how come?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks down. I crane my neck up and notice his earrings as well, little gold hoops.

"The earrings too?"

"Sure are," he toggles his earring with his free hand. "Is there a reason behind your question?"

"Yeah, where do you work and when are they hiring?"

"Gold's not uncommon, Robin... haven't you seen any gold jewelry where you're from?" He raises his hand to the pocket, slowing his walk. I climb on, wary of the snake fifteen feet away and let him raise me to his shoulder, where I situate myself.

"Yeah, for thousands of dollars!" I reach up and touch his earring, stroking the smooth gold. Small to him, sure, but a rich golden crown to any human.

"I can feel all of this," he whispers after a few minutes. Feeling that blood rush to my cheeks, I shoot my hand down, and I feel him vibrate in a laugh. "Sorry to get your hopes up, but I'm almost there. You'd best be getting back in. He brings his hand back up, and I eye Butterscotch as I'm lowered back into this pocket, diving in.

He rings the doorbell to a house I didn't get to see before hiding, and the sound of a door opening. A voice follows, smooth and sweet like dropping honey, though awfully loud.

"Austin, how good to see you! Is that... oh, wonderful! Please, come in."

I feel Austin's chest vibrate as he replies, also very loudly. I guess I forgot this is how he speaks normally. "Oh, I was actually planning on dropping him offc, since today I-"

"Please, I insist! I'll only be a minute. We haven't properly talked in ages!" The first voice tells him, and I feel him push forward, walking in. What? This wasn't the plan.

The giant sits down slowly, still holding the snake. I hear the other giant- Carrie, was her name? She takes a seat as well across from him, and I hear a clinking sound. Prepared refreshments. Austin always told me how important hospitality is in his culture, though giants tend to fly solo.

The two make small talk, and Austin's still holding the damn snake! I'm trapped in a tiny hell just feet away from a killing machine. I hear him slowly start drinking whatever refreshment the giantess got for him, and I reach back and punch his chest to remind him of the mission at hand.

He starts coughing, setting down the drink. He taps against his chest next to me, regaining himself. "So sorry," he finally gets out. "Swallowed wrong."

"No worries at all. Where did you find Butter? I've been out all day everyday for the last week looking around."

"Right out Back behind my house, would you believe? Halfway up a tree. I nearly missed him, he blended in with the bark! Once I noticed, I brought him in and got ready to go, then came here."

"Give her the snake," I murmur.

"Did you hear something?" Carrie asks.

"Uh, no! Not really," he responds a tad too quickly. "Would you like Butterscotch back? I bet he's been itching to see you." I feel movement, likely his arms holding the snake out.

"Yes, in just a second as I put the glasses away. You're finished, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Thank you." She stands up by my guess, and walks out of the room. His voices hushes to a whisper. "You didn't have to hit me."

"You didn't have to come in!" I retort, "Give her the snake and let's go."

She comes back in. "Did you say something?"

"Oh, no I didn't. Here's Butterscotch." Austin holds the snake out again, but then things move in slow motion.

Since I was in the pocket without sight of the situation, I can't give the most accurate idea of what happens, but here's what I assume and what I know.

What I assume: The snake either sees me move, or smells me, or something like that. He slips quickly between Austin's hands toward the pocket.

What I know: A giant motherfucking snake sticks his giant motherfucking head into the pocket, inches away from me. Naturally, I let out a scream of terror. Perhaps a little less naturally, I dive out of the pocket and grab tightly onto the gold button, hanging on and still screaming. Austin whips the snake away from his pocket and shoves it in Carrie's direction, throwing me off the pocket and into Austin's hand, which he throws into the right place at the right time as I tumble across his skin.

Butterscotch slides around Carrie's shoulders and I finally catch a good look at her. She's the giantess that ran across the woods, who was so quiet in her movements. I can only describe her as golden. Tanned, glowing skin paired with tight, bouncy, honey-colored curls. She wears gold sun and moon earrings and a matching necklace, alongside a flowy yellow shirt. Pure gold. More importantly, her hazel eyes meet mine.

The two of us lock eyes like this for a fair few seconds, and she makes the first move. "Austin, what... what is she?"

He brings his hand closer to himself. "I didn't want you to find out. Her name is Robin, she's a..." he looks down, expecting me to speak, but my vocal chords are fixed in place. "A human. Like us, but smaller."

"She's so pretty... can I see her closer?"

"She can speak, ask her yourself." Austin looks down, noticing me still staring at her. "Well, usually she can. Robin?" He prods me with his index, and I snap out of it.

"You think I'm pretty?" I ask. "You're unbelievably pretty!"

"Aww, thank you!" she replies, lowering her voice after realizing I'm a bit quieter. "Austin, how come you didn't tell me about your friend?"

"I wasn't really sure how you'd take it. I didn't expect you both to be on good terms so fast... she sure wasn't on my side right away," he laughs.

Carrie and I end up not having much in common, but she's real fun to talk to. Eventually she tells us to come back sometime, and we start heading back after saying our goodbyes and Austin hoisting me onto his shoulder.

"Robin, I'm so sorry, that went so horribly, oh my goodness, I hope you're not-"

"I'm fine, Austin," I laugh. "I didn't expect it to go well, but in the end we're all fine! Carrie is nice, Butterscotch didn't eat me and we all got to connect. I think it's a win-win for all of us."

"Oh, well I'm happy you're not upset. I bet you're real tired though, let's settle in a bit once we get back to my place."

"Sounds like a plan," I reply, leaning against his neck.

#g/t #g/t community #giant #giant tiny #giant/tiny #tiny #gt #gt community #loooong post

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hollandgarden · 3 years

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Gangsta? (TH and HO short)

Description: Tom has to pee and Harrison has a deal to make. What happens when the two mix? It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

Warnings: stupidity, slight violence, this is not meant to be taken seriously

Word count: 2,400

Harrison was more cunning than Tom knew him to be. Harrison was able to afford luxuries that he shouldn’t be able to. Harrison could handle himself in a fight, even with someone double his size. Harrison was out at late hours that weren’t considered normal. There were so many signs, yet Tom never asked.

He should have. He really should have.

***

“Harrison, mate, you ready to go?” Tom chugged the rest of his pint and gently slammed it onto the bar countertop. He pulled out a fiver for tip and placed it beside the empty glass.

Harrison bro nodded. “Yeah.” He pulled on his brown leather jacket as Tom pulled on his black one. They could be brothers if it weren’t for the different last names, and color of hues.

As Harrison opened the driver side door, he remembered the small thing that he needed to do before they went home. “Aye, mate, I need to do a small errand.”

“Ace,” Tom replied. “But I’m gonna need to take a piss soon.”

“Ight, it’ll only be a tad of time,” Harrison chuckled.

The drive to the warehouse was fairly short from the local bar they’d chosen to go to that night. This warehouse during the day was for a fish market and at night, well, that was only for Harrison and his group to know. Not even Tom knew of what went on behind these doors.

Harrison pulled up into a spot a few feet away from the front and reached out to stop Tom from getting out. “Stay in the car, Thomas.”

“What? Why? I told you I was gonna have to take a piss.” Tom furrowed his brows.

“I’ll be out soon. You can go when we get to the house.”

Tom eyed his best friend for a moment before sighing heavily. “Alright, mate.” Little did Harrison know, he needed to go so bad that if it was more than five minutes, he was going to pop inside to go wee.

After Harrison slipped out and through the two deadlock doors, Tom reached out to turn up the volume. He switched the tunes to his workout playlist. Tom rested his hands on his knees and tapped his foot along to the beat. He casually observed the outside of the fish market building; the stench had already seeped into the car and it was hard not to gag. Though the pier nearby definitely didn’t help. The interior probably matched the exterior; he’d never been inside it before.

The more he thought about it, it was probably worth the wait. But then again, his bladder wasn’t being cooperative. Tom licked his lips before made the split second decision that he couldn’t wait. It had been longer than five minutes. He turned the car off, pocketed the keys, and jogged inside. He didn’t announce himself to not be a bother. He only tried to slip through the small hallways to find the loo; it proved to be more difficult than anticipated. Finally, he was able to relieve himself. It was so satisfying; he felt like a new man. He decided to search for Harrison and came into the open part of the building and there stood a group of men with piles of cash and duffels that were full of something.

What the… bloody fuck?

Tom’s face fell and his heart began to speed up at the unsettling atmosphere. It caused his skin to crawl. Normally this wasn’t a big deal since it was usually when they watched a scary movie, but this was real. This was a real danger. Seriously, he had no idea what the hell was going on, and he wanted to make his case. But by the look Harrison shot him from below, he kept his mouth shut.

“I thought you said you were alone, mate?” one of the burly men questioned, taking a step toward Harrison.

Harrison didn’t falter his stance though, and only pocketed his hands into his trousers. “He’s not a snitch. He won’t cock this up for us. I got your coke and you’ve got my pounds. We’re done and will be on our merry way.”

He reached out to start stuffing the stacks into the duffels, but the man stopped him with a hand on his chest. “No, we ain’t. We don’t trust him.”

Tom swallowed hard, and took a step back, which then he ran into something hard. He hadn’t remembered being this close to a wall. He turned around and his eyes went wide at the man who blocked his only way out.

“Listen, I won’t tell. I didn’t even know what’s happening,” Tom shouted. I mean, he could put two and two together, but he wasn’t going to admit that logic. It was clearly not the best time. If they survived, he was going to need a serious discussion with his so-called best friend.

The man picked him up out of his own free will and carried him down the stairs.

“Come on, man! Put me down!” Tom squirmed to get out of his grip, yet couldn’t do a single thing. He was twice his size; it wasn’t like he was the tallest guy to begin with, though he never used that as an excuse. Well, that was embarrassing.

“Thomas, quiet,” Harrison ordered and returned to his previous act. “Really, Gerard. It’s me. I’m professional when it comes to this. We’ll get this sorted, as usual.”

Gerard crossed his arms with a cocked brow. Slowly, he shook his head. “I don’t buy it.”

Tom’s burly man smirked grimmly and reached out to rest a hand on his chin. “Think you’d get any more roles without that pretty face?”

Tom brushed his hand away and straightened out his navy tee. “Yeah, man. But please don’t hit me.”

Harrison huffed. “Would you stop the American accent?”

“I’m sorry,” Tom retorted. “I slip into it when I’m nervous.”

Gerared chuckled, it was low and definitely evil. “Take em, boys.”

It was five against the two of them; which wouldn’t normally be the worst odds in a movie setting, but this wasn’t a movie. Tom did the only thing he could think of and held his hands up in fists. He and Harrison stood back to back.

“I told you to stay in the cab,” Harrison whispered. “You’d be safe if you did.”

Tom couldn’t stop his eye roll. “Well, I had to pee… You never mentioned you were involved in this… work.”

Harrison actually chuckled. “You never asked, mate… Trust me, I got this.”

The two of them prepared for the worst in a fight. Tom had to search deep down for all the training he’d done for Marvel. There was a little bit of Karate. It was mostly harnesses and cardio. This was life or death, so he’d do what he could with his adrenaline.

The men dealt knives as they surrounded them and Gerard had seemingly disappeared with his coke and part of the cash. Well, that was fucking rude.

“Are you losers gonna make your move or are you too scared to take old H on?” Harrison mocked.

Tom seriously would need to have a conversation with Harrison after this. That was if they weren’t having to rush to the hospital on a bus.

Finally, a man with a goatee made a jump at Harrison. He ducked the throw and sucker punched his kidney, then kicked out the back of his leg. He made a quick decision to grab a net nearby to choke him out.

Tom’s eyes went wide. “You’re gonna kill him, H?”

Harrison grimaced between clenched teeth, “It’s us or them, Thomas… There’s no inbetween play… I won’t let you die.”

The man’s face turned a deathly mixture of red and purple as he clawed at Harrison’s hands. Tom couldn’t watch the final moments of it as the guy from earlier made his move. Tom ducked the punch in half circle step, swiftly he had to add, and he dodged around to behind to jump onto his back. He tried the technique he’d seen on screen and tucked his arm under the chin and used his other hand to lock it. He used his own body momentum in an attempt to bring him backwards and off-set his balance.

The guy who was definitely more experienced than Tom didn’t falter at all, and he reached back to grab Tom by his shoulders and threw him over the table.

Tom coughed at the loss of air and gripped his ribs area. This was way different than being on set. He knew there was no luxury of time and rolled over to get up as fast as possible. And luckily he had as the man tried to smash his face in with a wooden board he’d grabbed. He did one of the karate kicks he remembered from training, which was a low kick aimed at the ankle and he spun around to stand up. Before he could attack again, another rammed into him.

“For being Spider-Man, you suck at brawls.” Harrison came in to help and double-spun kick the guy in the face. “I’m not sorry, Lou.” He knuckle punched him into the throat he’d exposed by pulling his hair back.

“I wasn’t training for real combat,” Tom scoffed. “What can I do?”

Harrison shook his head. “Keep your distance.”

Tom nodded shortly and hurried to the side. Then after a few seconds, he found a metal bar to use as a weapon. He didn’t want Harrison to take all the heat for the situation he created. If he would’ve just fucking held his bladder, they wouldn’t be in this mess. Granted, if Harrison wasn’t involved in whatever this was, they wouldn’t be here in the first place. There was no reason to get angry, it wouldn’t fix anything.

When he was able to gather his bearings and register the surroundings, he realized Harrison had taken out two already and was battling the last three on his own. The other two hadn’t waited until he finished with Tom’s man. Harrison was able to so meticulously counter their attacks with blocks, kicks, and punches. The muscles were not for show; most of the time anyway. He seemed to be taking care of himself pretty well, yet Tom couldn’t stand by. That was who he was as a person.

Tom battle cried and sprinted at one of the open men. He swung the cool pole straight into his face; the remorse that pooled a weight into his chest wasn’t missable. These men were humans, mixed up in the wrong work. That was the same case for Harrison. Yet, Harrison’s words wrang in his head and he knew that this was a special case scenario. He’d let the guilt eat at him later.

Harrison and Tom found their sync to battle the final three, which quickly became one who held his hands up in the air.

“You know what? I don’t like Gerard. He’s a bit wonky.”

Harrison smirked. “He is a plonker, but so are you.” He ripped the bar out of Tom’s hands, leaving a weird sensation on his hands, and it only took two swift blows for the man to be knocked out on the ground.

Harrison dropped the metal before he straightened out his shirt and grabbed his gold Rolex from the ground, which must’ve fallen off in the midst of the violence, and clicked it back on.

“Are we going to talk about this?” Tom questioned as he stayed a foot away from Harrison who took what money was left.

He thought about it, cocking his head slightly to the side, then shook it. “Nope. You’ve got your work, which has its secrets, and I’ve got mine, which is all secret.”

Harrison knew he’d have track Gerard down for the rest of his payment, which would involve more bodies he’d need to kill. Gerard was known to be melodramatic about all of this; it wasn’t that serious.

“Come on, let’s go.”

Tom sputtered out a couple laughs, turning hysterical. “You’re fucking joking? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me all about this work! Tell me everything, H!”

Harrison looked his best friend in the eyes; one of them practically swollen shut. Tom had taken quite the beating, yet stayed in it. He was practically pleading. “I… can’t. Just know I’m okay, yeah?”

“I want to say no…” Tom observed all the unconscious, bloody men and laughed his breath. “But clearly you do. I’ll leave it alone for now, gangsta Harrison.”

Normally, it was mobster Harrison and the gang leader of a high drug dealership. Of course, it was all underwraps. He’d take this new one as a complement.

Harrison smiled cheekily, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Gangsta Harrison, I like the sound of it. Never considered myself one before.”

Tom shook his head. “I can’t believe you do this on the side.”

The two of them each carried a duffel and headed out of the warehouse.

“Where did you think I went at the odd hours of the nights and mornings?”

“I don’t know. To go to the clubs… to workout...”

Harrison snickered. “Sometimes I was.”

Suddenly, a dread hit Tom. “They’re not gonna find and torture me for payback, are they?”

His friend thought for a second, then let out a puff of air. “Maybe, but I’ve got you, mate. They won’t if they know what’s good for them.”

What was good for them. This wasn’t good for H. Tom was worried, yet they were both alike when it came to being stubborn. They didn’t back down from a daring role.

“I’m glad I’m on your side,” Tom remarked, giving Harrison one last squeeze before he got into the car.

“I am the good guy in this case.” Harrison cheesed. It was so handsome, Tom couldn’t stay mad.

He shook his head. “That you are.” Then he opened the passenger side door to get in. After Harrison had got in, he couldn’t resist saying, “The wee was a good one I have to admit.”

“Thomas, never go wee in this building again.” Harrison started the car.

“Yes, darling H,” Tom retorted with a laugh.

Harrison reached over to whack the back of his head. “Don’t call me that. It’s Gangsta H from now on.”

Tom held back a laugh. “Okay, darling Gangsta H.”

“Thomas!”

[Masterlist]

#Tom Holland #Harrison Osterfield #Tom holland short #Harrison Osterfield short #fanfiction #Tom holland fanfiction #Harrision Osterfield #mobster #gangsta #Harrison Osterfield mobster #comedy #drama

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anjuschiffer · 4 years

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#115 for Lukanette pwetty pwease? :3 (for the drabble ask ^_^)

Hey @lady-charinette! Sorry for the long wait! But here it is! I swear this was suppose to be a drabble, but oh well

This was a tricky prompt, and by that, it was difficult to have this line in the story in a way I had envisioned my particular take on the prompt. Sure, I could’ve made them play a game, but that didn’t completely fit this line. (and honestly that would’ve turned into a comfort genre as well...) I wanted to akumatize Luka, but that route was a tad too world building for my liking :’D

So I went to my usual and did a comfort-Lukanette, so I hope you don’t mind this approach :)

Also, there’s a second part to this (currently in the works!) so look out for that!

Anyways, hope you enjoy this ^^

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Context: Marinette knows Luka is Viperion and vice versa. They found out about each other’s identities unwillingly, but instead of Marinette (she’s the Guardian) choosing to strip Luka of both his powers and memories, she decided to see how things would go before she had to make that decision.

Luka sometimes lingers on Marinette’s rooftop after detransforming, thankfully not clashing with Chat yet. Or sometimes Luka just drops by the roof when he wants to check on Mari :) And yes, Mari has scolded him from parkouring and scaling buildings.

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115. “I let you win.”

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(To Cheer Up Your [Not Yet] Girlfriend)

“Just remember Marinette, I let you win.”

Marinette sighed as Lila’s words rang through her head, only growing louder with each passing second and it being nighttime didn’t help a single bit.

Lila got akumatized again, Marinette having to save her enemy once more from her own lies. From her own denials...

Once again, Lila was threatening Marinette with taking everything away from her. Her friends were starting to distance themselves from her, never having time to hang out with her, with each other. When she decided to confront the girl, that’s when the talk turned into an argument and then a one-sided monologue.

As Marinette showed Lila the evidence she had finally managed to pile up against the girl, Lila allowed herself to get akumatized, reaching for the neon purple butterfly.

Marinette remembered the sheer fear she felt when she saw Lila morph into Verita Serpent, using serpents to hide the truth all across Paris, targeting Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Thankfully, Lila never found her -seeing as Marinette was Ladybug- and took her down with the help of Chat, Viperion and Rena.

But even when she defeated Lila, Marinette couldn’t help but let her words sink in, because they were true.

She let them win. She told Ladybug where the akuma was hidden. Ladybug had lost that round.

Marinette hated to admit it, but… Lila was starting to get to her. The akuma monologues were starting to get to her. Her duties as Ladybug were starting to make her muscles ache, to scream in agony at the expectations everyone had for her… they were starting to beg for a break...

It was getting difficult to keep these thoughts to herself, to try and keep her emotions in check. Therapy didn’t help, seeing as Marinette couldn’t peep a word to her therapist about her being Ladybug. Hell, she couldn’t talk about the threats Lila told her seeing as it would expose herself to-

Marinette whipped her head towards her skylight door, hearing a faint melody coming from outside.

“That better not be Chat again.” Marinette muttered to herself, really hoping it wasn’t Chat.

Yes, she enjoyed his company, but tonight wasn’t a good night to be here.

Aside from Lila’s akumatization -for the third time that year- Marinette has commissions to start that night, some in which were backtracked, as well as upcoming fundraisers she had to plan for that year’s school trip.

In short, she had events to plan and clothing to start, so Chat dropping by today was off the list.

Getting up with a huff, Marinette traversed through her room, opening the skylight door with no caution.

“Chat, it’s literally one in the morning and I really need to-”

“Sorry to interrupt you Melody, but do I really look like Chat to you?” Marinette blinked before a blush blossomed onto her face.

“Luka! Oh hey! Water- what are you here doing? Doing here?” Marinette managed to squeak out, watching Luka smile at her blunder, still strumming a melody.

“Decided to walk by and see how you’re doing.” Luka said, continuing to strum to an unknown beat, Marinette quickly letting her shoulders relax, only then realizing she had them squared. “Seems like you’ve seen better days.”

“I have.” Marinette admitted, rubbing her arm. “Today just isn’t one of those days.”

Luka frowned at that, slowing the pace. He noticed her trying to warm herself up by rubbing her hands together in attempts to retain heat. While it was late summer, fall breezes started to let themselves be known. Last time they talked, Luka remembered Mari mentioning starting to be severely affected by the change in temperatures.

“Are you cold?”

“Kinda.”

“Wanna go back where it’s warmer?” Luka asked, motioning to her bedroom.

Mari nodded, going down the hatch tilting her head when she saw Luka stay outside.

“Aren’t you going to come in?”

“Only if you let me in.” Mari didn’t know why, but she flushed at those words, motioning Luka to come in, giggling when he gave her his guitar first before carefully making his way in.

“Pink.” Was the first word that came out of Luka. “Very pink.”

“Sorry! I just-“

“Don’t apologize for liking the color Mari. After all,” a strum. “It’s very Marinette.” At those words, Mari smiled.

Closing the hatch and letting Luka make himself feel at home in her, Mari grabbed her sketchpad and took a seat next to him in her chaise longue, looking over the sketches she had to start work on.

“Is your mom aware that you’re here?” Mari decided to ask, adding a few more notes onto her sketch before getting up to grab some patterns to start her first commission: a party gown

“She could care less. As long as I get back home in one piece, she’s fine with me roaming around.”

“Wish I had the liberty to do that.”

“Can’t you?” At that, Marinette was about to answer, but promptly shut her mouth.

While she did have the same freedom to do as she pleased, she couldn’t quite do it to her heart's content, Ladybug took much of her time and now, so was MDC. It’s only been a few months, but Marinette’s emails have been swarming with commissions, Marinette having to send emails with a heavy heart, telling potential investors that she couldn’t tend to their request. There were even times where she accidently used the wrong email to send the bad news, Marinette rushing to fix her own mistakes. Marinette no longer had time to worry about herself. MDC and Ladybug were top priority right now.

At the thought, she chuckled. Where was Marinette right now? What freedom was left for Marinette?

“Mari… Mari… look at me.” Luka’s voice softly registered into her mind, Marinette wondering what was going on. “Can you hear me?”

“Y-yea. Sorry about that.” Mari said, turning around to see Luka right behind her, his guitar abandoned where he was seated. “What were you asking?”

“Do you want the first question or the more recent one?”

“Umm… recent one?”

“Can you hear me?” At this, Mari chuckled, giving Luka a smile.

“Loud and clear.” Mari couldn’t help but notice the wavering smile on Luka’s face before it turned into a straight line.

“It was the akuma from this afternoon, wasn’t it?”

“What? No. I-”

“Mari.” Luka approached her, grabbing her hands and stroked them. “It was the akuma, right? Or rather, the person behind the akuma…”

“It wasn’t Lila.”

“So that’s her name.” Luka growled, causing Marinette to panic.

“Luka, please it wasn’t-”

“It was Lila and I know it was.” Luka stated, biting his cheek. “Whenever she’s mentioned or even implied, your melody starts to waver, its waves quivering in anger and irritation, becoming a mess if we continue to mention her as we talk. It gets so chaotic to the point that your melody loses its tranquility… its happiness.” Luka looked at her with piercing aqua eyes. “And this isn’t the first time this has happened before.”

Mari bit her lip, slipping her hands away from Luka’s. He was right. This wasn’t the first time Marinette had trouble with Lila. And he knew that.

“It’s not Lila, I already told you that.”

“We both know you're lying to yourself.” Mari scoffed.

“Lying? To myself? Luka.” Marinette looked at him with round eyes, her bluebell eyes seeming to look sapphire. “I can deal with Lila, I don’t need to lie to myself that she isn’t the problem.”

“Then what’s bothering you?” Luka asked, cupping her face with one hand, taking her hand with his other. “You’re in disarray and you know you can’t hide that from me.” As much as Marinette wanted Luka to buy her lie, he wasn’t going to, but playing along will help to get an answer to his question… as much as he hated going along with a bad tune.

Marinette nuzzled against the gesture, placing her hand over his.

“It’s me.” Marinette whispered, Luka barely catching it. “I’m the cause of all my frustrations.”

“If it’s about Ladybug, you know you can always-”

“It’s more than just Ladybug, Viper.” Mari said, putting down his hand and walking to her full length mirror, seeing Ladybug, MDC and herself in the reflection, their faces on different portions of the mirror’s cracks. “It’s MDC as well.”

Luka frowned, standing behind Mari, peering over her shoulder to see only her reflection staring back at them. When did Mari look so pale, so tired?

“When was the last time you took a break?” When Marinette simply hummed for about five minutes, Luka walked in front of her, cupping her face. “Seems like too long.”

He guided Mari back to the chaise longue, making her sit. “Do you mind if I rummage through your things?”

“Go ahead.” Mari said, watching as he made a beeline for her things, picking up a Jagged Stone hoodie from her closet and a pair of sweats.

“Didn’t know you had this hoodie. Have the same one back at home.” A giggle filled the room.

“Silly! We went to the same concert!” Mari reminded him, smiling at the memory.

Luka had mentioned having a spare ticket to Jagged’s concert and offered Juleka to come, only for his sister to turn him down and for him to ask Mari out instead.

The two had a blast, that day learning that Mari had collaborated before with Jagged, resulting in the trio to have a nice chat over waffles.

Before they went home, the duo had received merch that was in the making, the two happy to receive free merch from their favorite singer.

“True, but we were the only ones to get these, remember?” Luka places the clothing into her hands, going to a corner and stared at the wall. “Put them on. It’s easier to relax in comfortable clothing after all.”

“Don’t peek!” Mari said, throwing a fabric sheet over him as she quickly changed into the hoodie and sweats. She took off the fabric draping Luka, giggling when she saw him still staring at the wall. Or rather, sitting in the corner with his eyes closed. “You can look now.”

Luka swerved in his spot, cracking one eye open and then the next, smiling at her change of outfit.

“Doesn’t it feel better?”

“Much better.”

“Now, let’s get into bed!” Luka said with a chirp, Mari frantically made her way to her desk, almost tripping in the process.

“What? No! I can't!” Mari grabbed her sketchpad and a roll of muslin. “I need to start-“

“Mari.” Luka said softly, grabbing the roll away from her and placed her sketchpad onto her desk. “You need to sleep.”

“No, I need to start-“

“You need to sleep Mari.” Luka repeated, taking her ribbons out, her hair cascading down her shoulders. “You hadn’t properly slept this past week.”

“Oh? What makes you say that?”

“Tikki and Sass told me.” Luka said with a smirk, Mari turning her head in the direction of where she had hidden the Miracle Box.

Kwami! She had forgotten about them and their loyalty towards Luka.

“That’s cheating.” Mari said with a pout, crossing her arms. Luka chuckled.

“Come on, I promise to wake you up by 7.”

“You plan on returning?” Mari asked, letting herself be guided to her bed, making sure to step properly as she climbed the stairs.

“Of course. Your parents make the best brioche.” At that, Mari began to giggle, not realizing she threw herself onto her bed.

“Of course you’re coming for the food! Should’ve known that by now!”

“But you can’t deny there’s nothing better than your parent’s baking.”

“”You’re right.” Marinette said with a smile, sitting up next to Luka. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Luka said, opening his arms for a hug. Mari giggled before throwing herself into his embrace, absorbing the warmth.

She felt herself relax against his chest, his heartbeat a familiar melody to her. Also, did he always smell this good?

“Mari, I need to go.” Luka said softly, trying to get up to leave. But when Mari didn’t bother to move, he began to worry. “Mari, you alright?”

“Shtay.” Mari slurred, shifting in his arms. “Et’s go ta sleep.”

Luka smiled at Mari’s dazed face, telling her he would stay, tucking her into bed and watched as she drifted to sleep, her midnight hair framing her face.

He stroked her cheek, watching Mari further relax, sinking into the pile of pillows surrounding her.

“Sleep well, mon chou.”

Luka slipped out the room, closing the hatch behind him. With the click of the window, Luka began his walk home, a smile on his face the entire way, humming a new melody he obtained that night.

Maybe one day he’d finally have the courage to sing her the melody that’s been stuck in his head since the first day they had met.

One day...

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Note: I based Luka’s method to something a dear friend of mine used to do for me when I was in my deepest moments. He’d make it his mission to try and make me smile at least once everyday. And honestly… I’m very thankful for his efforts…

#lukanette #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #anju writes #prompting anju

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cursed-ice-spirits · 4 years

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Dearest Crow

The aftermath of Ollie’s ( @ryollie ) death was... something.

(The Mc I decided to try my hand at writing today is Lian Jardine @murkyike)

...To be honest, I don’t think I’m taking Ollie’s well. I don’t think ANY of us are taking it well. This year was already terrible enough, and now... I feel bad for the Potters. They lost their second son. Gods, my hand is shaking now - I thought I got rid of this by preparing myself beforehand but I guess not.

Okay I’m getting this out as quickly as I can. My name is Rebecca Vivian Lord, Lady of House Lord, 6th year, age 17, cursed to die from ice, and I never thought any of my friends would die before I would. At all, actually, but fate has other plans. Naomi was right, that’s for sure.

Losing someone you know and love will never hurt less each time it happens. I should know. I lost quite a few of my loved ones and the pain only gets worse each time. And so has Talbott. He’s been shut up in the Owlery since it happened, or so I’ve heard, although it’s likely he IS there. It’s Talbott after all. I don’t blame him. Nobody has been doing okay, and Ollie’s death after everything that’s been going on was the last straw on the camel’s back.

However… Hogwarts morale is extremely low and vulnerable. I’m ashamed it took me focusing on R to get rid of my grief to realize this. This can’t happen any longer. I can’t allow the school to be targeted so R can get to the final Vault. So, I came up with an idea. Something I should have done in the first place.

I’m going through the same procedure for every death I’ve cried and grieved over.

I hope this will work or at least make the grieving process easier. It worked for me but everyone grieves differently.

Getting the materials required will be easy. I have done this before and getting green petals is not difficult. I just need the right shade of green, which shouldn’t be hard, seeing as I am an artist and I’ve drawn him a few times. Getting my memories is not difficult. Getting the others? Easier said than done, especially since Ollie seems to have friends all over the place and only a few of them are my friends as well. And that’s just excluding Talbott.

Really a testament on how social I truly am.

Regardless, a challenge is a challenge. I’m going to see if I can find them all. Wish me luck and pray I get this done in time.

R.V.L

Rebecca sat in an empty classroom, twirling the stem of a flower idly in her hand, not minding the way the tiny thorns poke at her fingertips. Green - the color of Ollie’s eyes - petals filled the basket sat in front of her, some spilling over the floor, and some drifting into the casket as she carefully plucked them one by one. When the last petal had been plucked, she slowly lifted her other hand, watching the petals slowly regrew.

“That should be enough,” she murmured, reaching for the petals on the floor and dropping them back into the basket, setting down the flower. Her eyes flickered to the other basket, filled with empty vials, sat to her left and, sighing, carefully reached for one. “Time for the hard part.”

She had just put her wand to her temple when a paper, claw-like material suddenly landed on her shoulder, talons curling around it. A glance showed a paper dragon perched on her right shoulder, stretching its tiny body. She raised her eyebrows, recognizing the creator immediately just from the sight of the origami alone and turned around.

“Thought you’d be here,” Lian Jardine stepped into the classroom, Lucifer at her heels. Even from where she was sitting, Rebecca can see the heaviness set under her eyes and immediately felt sympathy, knowing the girl rarely showed emotion since the day.

“Hey, Lian,” Rebecca greeted softly, setting her wand down and patting the space next to her, smiling. “Hey Lucifer,” she laughed seconds later as the large black dog came running over, sticking his nose in her face.

Lian smiled back, although hollow, and walked over, hand set on her waist, which had her usual green scarf tied around it. Her eyes flickered to the wall as she lowered herself to the ground, likely searching for her art supplies. “You’re not painting?”

Rebecca’s lips twitched into a brief smile, remembering how they first met. She reached over with her free hand and scratched behind Lucifer’s ears, chuckling when his tail started wagging. “No, I’m starting on a new project.” She glanced at the Slytherin to watch her reaction and got an idea. Lian knows quite a few of Ollie’s friends and while she hates asking this of her, she really wants to honor Ollie’s memory. “Can you do me a favor?” After a moment of hesitation, she added, “It’s for Ollie.”

Lian’s face shifted into one of pain, looking ready to cry, the heaviness under her eyes growing obvious. Lucifer let out a soft whine, climbing over Rebecca’s lap and stretching so the upper half of his body laid across Lian’s lap in an attempt to comfort her. Rebecca waited patiently, feeling the origami dragon settle across her shoulders, head tucked into the crook of her neck, and watched as Lian idly scratched Lucifer’s head, taking a deep breath, and looking over to her.

“What is it?”

Rebecca leaned a bit closer. “Well…”

Most of the preparations are done, thanks to Lian gathering memories and spreading word. I didn’t know what I was expecting knowing Ollie had several friends but most of the vials were already used up by the time Lian got through her friends and some. I bought more but it really is a huge testament on how much I socialize.

I am exhausted though. I don’t think I’ve slept in a week and god knows how many wideye potions I’ve drank. I know Jason and Lucia will murder me if they found out but I need to improve the spell since I’ve never worked with several memories from different people at once so this will totally be worth it.

Now, for the person I saved for last and the person I told Lian I would be talking to.Talbott.

It’s going to be a tad difficult. This is not the first time Talbott had to witness a loved one’s death and I know he’ll go back to not letting anyone in. I… know that this will work without him, but he is Ollie’s boyfriend, and I know he’ll want to honor Ollie’s memory.

Okay, tonight's the night. I’m going to try to convince him to give me some of his memories and come with me to see everything. If he refuses, then it’ll start without him. I’m not forcing him to come.

Last entry of this project.

R.V.L

Rebecca winced as the door creaked loudly upon opening it, glancing behind her briefly and instinctively before carefully stepping inside the Owlery, the basket dangling on her arm. Darkness seemed to swallow the room up. Moonlight shined through the windows, giving her some light to see. Brushing her hair out of her face, she took a few steps forward, bones of mice and vole crunching under her feet, eyes moving over the various owls perched above her head (she can see her own black owl among them, head tucked under her wing) until they landed on a lone eagle sitting on the window sill of one of the windows.

For a moment, she hesitated then sighed, knowing that the bones would have alerted him to her presence if she stayed silent, and even if it hadn’t, this needed to be done. She spoke up.

“Talbott.”

The eagle went still for several seconds, then slowly and before her eyes transformed into a hunched figure curled against the wall. He raised his head, looking straight at her, the dark bags under his red eyes made more obvious with the moonlight shining on his face.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice rough. She didn’t comment on how it sounded like he had been crying recently. “At this hour? Why?”

“Should be asking you, bud.” Rebecca rolled her eyes. She saw him flinch and sighed. “Can I fly up?”

He blinked slowly at her. “Yeah sure,” he said, looking away. “Go ahead.”

Shifting into her animagus form, she flew up, circling around the school owls and ducking under perches, until she finally landed beside her friend. “You look like shit by the way,” Rebecca said immediately when she shifted back. “When did you last sleep?

Talbott eyed her reproachfully. “Hypocrite.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes, sending the message clear that she already knows how much of a hypocrite she is but wanting him to answer anyway. “Talbott.”

Huffing, he folded his arms, looking out at the night sky. “I don’t know,” he admitted softly. “It’s all been a blur. I… I keep thinking he’s there by my side every morning and every time I get disappointed he’s not. It...” He gripped at his hair. “It hurts.”

She clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not alone in this, bud - it never gets easier when it comes to losing the people you love.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “No kidding. What are you doing here anyway? I know you’re not just here to check up on me.” She didn’t have to answer, however, because his eyes landed on her basket and widened. “Is that-?”

She tapped a finger against the strap of the basket, remembering how she told him about this ritual to mourn the deaths of her loved ones. “Yeah.”

“How are you already moving on?”

“I’m not,” Rebecca said, shaking her head. “Believe me. I’m not. Never was in the first place. Just… wanted to do something to honor him. That’s all.”

Talbott started at her long and hard. “You want my memories,” He said simply. It wasn’t a question but Rebecca nodded anyway.

“You don’t have to, of course, but maybe it’ll make the grieving process easier.” She scooted over and poked his shoulder. “Sitting here all alone and bottling everything up isn’t going to work.”

Talbott slapped her hand away. “It worked for me,” He said, scowling. “I thought you said I didn’t have to.”

“I said you didn’t have to give me your memories,” Rebecca retorted. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you here to brood. You’re not alone in this. I know it’s been hard but… come on, please don’t shut yourself away. At least go to everyone else to mourn.”

Clenching his jaw, Talbott averted his eyes away. “A load of good that did me.”

“Talb- oh,” Rebecca sighed, realizing what he was talking about. His mother. Losing his mother is one thing, losing his boyfriend is another and if her assumations are correct, being afraid he’ll lose another is understandable. “Bud, I was in your place before and it didn’t do any favors for my mental health. I’m not going to force you to go to everyone but this isn’t healthy. Just-” Her eyes move to the basket, her eyes starting to stung. “-fuck’s sake Talbott. I-I miss him too. Don’t do this alone.”

No answer from the boy sitting next to her. Sighing, Rebecca rolled up her sleeve and checked the time on her watch, noting it’s very late, and pushed herself to her feet, the gold shining in the moonlight.

“I have to go. Get everything ready. Think about it, okay? And… please don’t do anything stupid.”

She was just about to turn into her Animagus form and take flight when a hand snagged against her wrist.

Talbott stood beside her, his gaze pointed at his feet, dark fingers curled around her wrist. In his other hand, he held a vial filled with white wispy material.

Memories, she realized. Pursuing her lips, Rebecca reached out, gently plucking the vial out of his loose grip and placing it inside her basket, her eyes never leaving his face as she tried picking her words before leaving. But what is there to be said that he hasn’t already heard? That he wouldn’t be sick of hearing again?

So instead, she clapped a hand over his shoulder and intoned softly, “Don’t do anything stupid,” even though she knew it’ll be useless, before stepping back and shifting into her animagus form, flying into the night.

The last thing she saw of him was Talbott looking at the feather necklace around his neck.

If she closes her eyes, she can pretend she’s just waiting for class to start, trading jokes with her friends and slapping Ollie’s arm off her shoulder when he tried using her as an armrest due to how much shorter she is compared to him.

But the illusion is shattered once she opens her eyes and finds herself on top of the Astronomy Tower with no friends in sight and certainly no Ollie teasing her height.

Rebecca set the basket on the ground, eyes scanning the vials set over the green petals before plucking out one with her name on it. Closing her eyes to compose herself for a moment, she popped the vial open and flicked her wand, watching the wispy material float into the air.

“Test run,” she murmured, directing the material to the petals, fusing the memories into them. Another flick of her wand sent the petals drifting into the air, twisting and spinning in the air, some of the memories starting to peel away and form shapes. A relieved smile flashed over her face, the wispy material forming two figures. One of the figures formed Ollie while other formed herself, sitting down and drawing something in a sketchbook.

“What are you drawing there?” Memory Ollie gripped Memory Rebecca’s shoulders, looking at the sketchbook curiously, then snorted. “Diego again? So what were you saying about him before, Miss I-Don’t-Fancy-Caplan.”

“Don’t look!” Memory Rebecca protested, slamming the sketchbook closed. “I… look, just because I draw him doesn’t mean I like him!”

“Why do you keep drawing him if you don’t like him, then?” Memory Ollie asked, laughing, folding his arms over her head.

“He’s a good muse!” Memory Rebecca defended herself. “The point is I don’t like him like that just because I like drawing him. Come on, I draw all of my friends!”

“Mmmmhmmm,” He hummed. “Well, if you don’t like him…” He reached over and placed a hand on the sketchbook, flashing her a smirk that screamed ‘I got an idea and I’m up to no good’. “Then you won’t mind if I show him!” With that, he curled his fingers around the edge of the sketchbook and pulled it out of her grip and ran off, cackling.

“Ollie!” She roared and tore off after him.

“Fuck,” Rebecca said, feeling something wet roll down her cheek. She turned away from the scene, placing down her wand, and started rubbing furiously at her eyes until they turn red and puffy, not caring if the petals floated back to the ground and the memory faded. And yet the tears just keep on coming. “I-fuck.”

She didn’t realize how much she missed him until she remembered exactly how much of a shithead he is when it comes to teasing. Gods allmighty - the amount of times she told him to knock it off and now she misses his teasing, this isn’t fair. Why did he had to be killed, why did he had to go-

Suck it up, she told herself, trying to rub the last of her tears away. Suck it up. Just continue and you’ll be fine. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her wand again and took another vial.

Ollie will be remembered. She’ll make sure of it.

#adgffh this is not my best work but i wanted to get this done #hey ness i know you've been having a hard time lately so i hope this will help #even if it's angst ADHFGGJ #rebecca lord #lian jardine #talbott winger #ollie potter #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm fic #hphm fanfic #hphm fanfiction #this was hell to write #i keep losing motivation #and getting distracted #it's done at least asgfdgh #lunar writes

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kimmiherself · 3 years

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CHAPTER ONE: THE BOYFRIEND

I knew I wasn't crazy but I could be a little control freak and a tad bit obsessive-compulsive at times. I had a tendency to get anxious if things around me weren't organized. I couldn't ask the world to keep it that way for me but I could control my environment. I always kept my bedroom clean and in order, with all my books and stationaries piled up neatly on my side table, my dresser a display of beautiful things I had collected over the years—cute buttons, old jewelries, broken pearls and other beads, a ballpen with green feathers attached to one side and a matching notebook that was my diary, along with the array of headbands and hairclips, as well as my hygiene products, while every other nook of my bedroom—even the ceiling—showcased my collections of stuffed toys and every other cute and green thing that matched the mint-colored walls and linens. I didn't have much but I had decent clothes that consisted mostly of t-shirts and pants—I never liked to wear anything without a sleeve. I'd pile them up neatly in my closet, with the width of the folds always uniform and parallel to each other. I always kept everything in order and I would immediately notice if something had been moved or wasn't in its place. That's just who I was. Things should be planned. Things should be organized. And it was frustrating whenever things didn't go my way.

But there were things that I didn't plan but surprised me, anyway. Like meeting my boyfriend, Matthew.

I first met him at an inter-school event. I was in second year of high school and he was in his last. We both went to private schools but in different districts. When our schools decided to work together for a radio broadcasting competition, I had to team up with Matt's group for a few days before the actual event and literally holed up in one room with the group for another day or two during the actual event, which was hosted in another school.

He barely caught my eyes at first. Meeting new people was awkward and a little difficult for me. I mostly kept to myself and only talked if asked to. Until I noticed those little giggles erupting around me and the looks the other members of the group shot each other, which was becoming more and more distracting each day. This guy, the group's leader, would just shrug it off. When our eyes met one time, he gave me an apologetic smile, which only brought more giggles from the others. I froze and, suddenly, became very self-conscious. I didn't want to assume but I believed the group was teasing him about me, which brought out conflicting feelings from within me.

I always tried to look neat and presentable, as if I had a mother doing that for me just as how my friends' mothers seemed to be doing to their kids, but that didn't mean I was confident to say I was pretty. Honestly, I believed I looked at least average. My long, straight hair was a product of my yearly visit to the salon. I hated every wave and curl of my hair so I kept them straight by acquiring the magical services of hairdressers. My face was too simple that it wouldn't stand out in the crowd. My eyes too large. My lips too full. My height average. I also hadn't shed most of the baby fats in my midsection and it was one thing I really disliked about myself. Well, to keep the points even, my skin was naturally fair. It just wasn't as fair as Kendra's—the person I'd hate to compare myself with the most.

Kendra topped the long list of girls at school who had brought up my insecurities. People claimed she was the prettiest. Her skin the fairest. Her face the most angelic. Her voice could even summon the angels if she'd like. Her dance the most graceful. Her body a perfect structure. And when I knew some boy I had a crush on liked her first, I flipped. I claimed not to mind but I did. I kind of felt embarrassed to sit next to her. She was a year younger than I was but we mostly ended up performing in various events together. There was one time I was called to become one of her back-up dancers during a competition and it really irked me. For days, I wondered how nice it would be to switch places with her. I believed I was the better dancer. I couldn't sing, though. And she really was beautiful—I paled in comparison to her. But the thought was a bitter pill to swallow. I kind of hated her for being too perfect. Kendra really brought out the worst in me, and she didn't even know.

Someone liking me was both confusing and unbelievable to me. There was only one boy who openly showed his feelings to me, and sure I liked him too. For a while, I was obsessed with him and of our budding friendship. But the moment someone made a comment about me growing taller and bigger than he was, my feelings died out like a candle blown. And he liked Kendra first. Like most boys in school did. It just also didn't sit well with me to become someone's consolation prize because he didn't win the grand prize. Aaron was a good guy, though. My insecurities just gnawed on me.

Matthew's appearance to my life was unexpected but pleasant. The teasing during the competition even intensified when Matthew called my name during script-reading instead of someone else's. Suddenly, I was hyperaware of his presence. I knew where he was in the room without looking. I anticipated hearing his voice during practices. And I had become exceedingly conscious of myself when he was there. I realized how magnetic his eyes were behind those thin slits and how sheepish his smile was. And it unnerved me whenever he chose to throw that smile at me. When the actual competition came, he stood next to me and it was the closest he ever was with me during the entire event. We never talked, though. We only ever had our timid stares whenever our eyes met.

While we never talked during those first few days, we spent months and months of talking through the phone during the duration of our relationship. It started with friendly chats and warm conversations. He would always throw compliments at me and say he was very lucky I was giving him any attention. I felt luckier. I never knew having someone to listen to all my internal dialogues was that satisfying. The constant communication bound us together despite the aching distance. He wrote the most romantic messages and the most heartfelt promises that I fell in love with him almost instantly. He was pretty poetic but always sounded so mature. He took up Mass Communication in college and I thought it suited him best. Matt had his way with words...and words were all we had for each other.

For almost two years of being together, we had only met four times. The first time was during the earliest part of our relationship. There was an event at school and he surprised me by visiting. I ruined that when I just screamed upon seeing him and ran home. I literally ran away, dragging one of my friends with me. It took only a second and I was gone.

The second was unexpected. My mother had to process some documents in the city for her flight back to work. My sister and I went looking for a copier machine and, lo and behold, Matt was standing in the middle of a busy alley, his gaze locked on mine. Everything around us seemed to move in slow motion as I stared back at him, my heart beating erratically. I couldn't even remember if we talked. The fear of having us found out by my parents superseded my excitement so, again, I rushed away as fast as possible.

The third time we met lasted about thirty minutes. We had our first date. A really short one, though. I snuck away from our school event to meet him at lunch. It wasn't even a real lunch, but I couldn't care less. Finally, I was with him. I had been wanting to see him for what seemed like forever. While we talked endlessly on the phone, we barely did in real life. I was shy, awkward, and couldn't even mutter a word without stuttering. I had been trying to write our love story that time and I wanted him to read it. I was hesitant at first but he was already so curious that he had to read it. I watched his lips twitch a few times as his eyes scanned my words, and I felt the contents of my stomach trying to come back up. It was embarrassing. I didn't know what he thought about it but seeing him smile somehow calmed my nerves. It was the shortest date ever that one could hardly call it a date. But he was sweet and a real gentleman too. He never even touched my hand, which I had been hoping he would. I wanted to hold him...to feel he was there. Like he was real. Like what we had was real. It was weird how close it felt we were on the phone but how distant we actually were in real life. I started thinking about the reality of it all. Was I just hallucinating things? Did he really love me back? I started to doubt everything.

The fourth time we met was in the city. I had to attend to an overnight school activity and the morning after I had to sneak away to see him. No one knew about it. The sun had just been up and I had to see him in my pajamas for I was still waiting for my turn in the bathroom. We met outside the dormitory my group was staying at and sat on a bench nearby. I had started wearing my prescription glasses by that time and regretted doing so when he asked me about it. I probably looked hideous. I hadn't even taken my bath yet. Everything that morning just made me feel so embarrassed once again. We were together for like ten minutes, with me just squirming in my seat as he looked at me. Again, I couldn't remember what we talked about—if we ever did, but I remembered him taking off his black rubber bracelet that had a knot in the middle and slid it up my wrist. "To remind you of me," he said. As if he ever left my mind. The slight grazing of his skin over mine was enough to make me dizzy and it didn't help that my heart was pumping like crazy. He left shortly after that, seeing we both had full days waiting for us. And when he waved his final goodbye, he said he loved me.

I loved him too.

But being Matthew's girlfriend wasn't entirely easy. As a matter of fact, it was too difficult and too complicated that I always found myself crying at night. It was because of this relationship that I met loneliness and learned it was a terrible companion.

Being in college and living in the city away from his family hadn't always been easy for Matthew. He had dreams and he had been doing his best to achieve them, even if it meant he had to take part-time jobs here and there just to support his education. He was always responsible and I never knew anyone who worked as hard he did. Even in high school, he already part-timed as a radio DJ. I was very proud of him. He inspired me to work very hard myself so I could reach my dreams too, although him working that hard meant our relationship would be put to the least of his priorities. I knew I mattered to him...he just didn't have the time for me yet.

And it left me wrecked. He had broken up with me multiple times that I lost count already. He told me he couldn't keep a relationship while life was beating the hell out of him and added I was too young and too naive to even understand. But he couldn't seem to leave me alone for long too. It was that uncertainty that kept me awake at night. He said he loved me even after dumping me. He said I'd just have to hold on and wait for him to be ready. He said we'd be together once I finished high school—he let me promise that one. Matt said I'd just have to be patient.

Then he would disappear for weeks.

Those days were torture to me.

Loneliness started eating me. I'd wake up feeling nothing and I would go to bed feeling like the world just crashed on my shoulders. There were days I'd wreck everything in my bedroom and I'd snap at anyone who tried to come near me. There were days that I hated everyone, even my friends at school, and just holed up in the library after class. But mostly, I'd cry myself to sleep. And it didn't help that every song on the radio seemed to mock me. Then I'd start feeling like sleeping and never wanting to wake up.

I tried to forget him and focused all my attention to school, and it became an obsession. When mother was talking about possible universities and colleges for me, she mentioned I could go to the country's capital and study there. But flying across the country, stretching the distance between Matt and I into thousands and thousands of kilometers, wasn't an option for me. Despite the uncertainties and the heartaches, I'd rather be near him, like a moth ever so tempted to embrace the flame.

There was only one college for me. My brother said it was one of the best and it was in the same city as Matt's. I wasn't actually looking forward to become a nurse but I also didn't have anything I particularly liked at the moment. I was merely following my brother's footsteps and it didn't sound so bad at all. But to get to that college, I would have to ensure my scholarship that promised a hundred percent off the tuition fee, even though I never once had been pressured by my family about it. I just didn't want to add to my mother's burden and it also made me feel good to study at a college with the word best attached to it. So I had been studying really hard and I had also been joining all the extra-curricular activities that would hopefully earn me points and help me graduate at the top of my class. For a while, it took my mind off my broken heart.

But, as I said, Matthew couldn't leave me alone for long. He would pop right back up when I had started getting used to his absence. It was becoming exhausting but I couldn't seem to let go of him too, so I'd jump back again to this vicious cycle.

Five months and I'd be off to college. Matthew and I had gotten back together and jumpstarted our relationship once again. It was as exhausting as ever but the thought of seeing him at the end of this waiting game was enough to keep me going. Matthew had becoming more and more distant and inattentive each passing day but I believed he was just really busy tossing himself between school and work that he could hardly find the time to check his phone. Still, I couldn't help but wallow in his absence. He even forgot about my birthday and it crushed me so hard. He promised he'd see me but it never happened. I tried getting his attention though, but it was worthless. I only looked like a clingy, immature, whining little girl who couldn't wait to get her candy.

I knew I'd been really annoying but Matt was still sweet and kind with his words whenever he found the time to check up on me. "You know you're my sunshine, right?" he asked once, in between my silly attempts of getting his attention. I didn't actually know how he had been doing and it made me feel guilty. I hoped I'd brought him more happiness than headaches. "We'll be together soon. You just have to wait," he always said. And those were the words I held on to.

Soon.

Very soon.

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Survey #329

“i keep it all inside because i know that man is everything but kind”

What is the best thing about your life right now? Uhhhhh... I guess from a realistic standpoint, my partial hospitalization program. I'm learning very important coping skills and have some social interaction almost every day. How was your second serious relationship different from your first? Did you approach relationships differently with some experience under your belt? My first serious relationship was made deeper than what was safe because I was 100% obsessed with him; meanwhile, with Sara, I feel I loved her in a wiser way and with a sense of self still present. I was definitely more hesitant to "let" myself fall in love again, though, and was very insecure at the start. Whose death affected you the most? My dog's, Teddy. What was the best time you’ve had with a complete stranger? I don't exactly make a habit of hanging out with complete strangers... Who has seen you at your absolute worst? How did your relationship change afterwards? Mom, Jason, Girt, and Colleen, probably. Girt showed up at the ER after my overdose (I was a dramatic fuck and wrote a suicide note on Facebook so I didn't just... go without telling some people things I definitely wanted to), and that's when my crush on him really kicked into gear again. He was and is just always there for me through everything. For Jason, I am quiiiiiiiite sure seeing me have an absolute catatonic breakdown the night of the breakup just pushed him away more. I probably looked crazy. Colleen also showed up at the ER after my suicide attempt, and it brought us closer. Then there's Mom, who's, you know, my mom, and my darkest times have always grown our incredible bond, too, because she would never fail to be there for me. What’s your favorite planet? Saturn is dope. What’s your favorite pasta dish? Just spaghetti with tomato sauce and meatballs. What color do you really want to dye your hair? My top three are pastel pink, light/creamsicle orange, and silver, but there are more. What’s your favorite eye color? Sapphire blue or emerald green. What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? Um, I don't break into places. What’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Sara gets super squeaky, bouncy, and just in general wordlessly excited at reptile shows. Going with her to one is one of my favorite memories, mostly just by watching her. Tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Have I ever been (awake) with friends past 3AM...? Idk. Do you have a favorite coffee shop? Describe it! Not a coffee gal. Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Sara. (: When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Now THERE'S a fuckin question. I don't have the slightest idea. What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today? Thunderstorms; definitely not. Have you ever been to a Pride festival? No, but I'd love to. How open are you with your parents? I don't tell everything to my dad (though I know I could), but I'm an open book with Mom. Is there anything you’re more open about on the internet (such as on LiveJournal) than you would be in “real life”? I guess my sexual history. I'm just in general pretty open online. What is the most petty thing you’ve ever done? Oh, I'm CERTAIN it involves Jason after the breakup, but I don't know the "most"... What is the longest you’d be willing to wait to have sex in a new relationship? I myself don't want to until we're clearly serious and long-term by that point, and I know for a fact they're in love with me like I am them. I don't care how long they want to wait, though. I said in a previous survey that sex just... isn't that important to me. It's not my most cherished form of intimacy. Who has had the most positive effect on your life? My mama. Are there any relatives that you are not on speaking terms with? What happened? Most of the family doesn't talk to my aunt's literally psychotic, manipulative fuck of an ex-husband. I don't feel like it's my business to share exactly what happened, but yeah, fuck him with a chainsaw. :^) Who was the last person to ask you to hang out? Did you agree to hang out with them? It was more like an open invitation to all of her friends, but I guess you could say Summer. I did. I honestly wanna hang out again. Have you ever had to take a stool or urine test? Why did you have to do this? Urine ones, yes: to 1.) test for UTIs and 2.) ensure I wasn't pregnant before surgery. Is there a food that you eat basically every day? What food is that? Not every day, no. Can you remember the first video game you ever played? What about your first video gaming system? I don't. It was probably something with few controls, like this Barbie horse riding game my sisters and I loved, or an Elmo game that we had on a demo disc. I think you had to follow a path on a pogo stick picking up letters? We had a PS1 when I was born, so that was my first. The last video game you played - did you play alone or with someone else? By "video," I'm going to assume you're not including the computer, in which case I think it was The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon, which I was playing alone. It does have a two-player option though that I wanna do one day. The controls are definitely meant for two people. If there is a disc in your computer, what disc is it? There is no disc. Do you shut down your computer every time after you use it, or do you leave it on? I always leave it on... Do you know anyone who has ever been in a movie? Who and what movie were they in? What was their part? Hm, I don't believe so. Describe the last shirt you saw that you really liked. Where did you see it? It was definitely some sort of graphic tee on Facebook, I'm sure. It was something with an opossum design and a short phrase. When was the last time you brought a pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? The most recent vet visit was when we got Roman neutered. Do you have any bug bites on you right now? If so, where? No. When you go fishing, do you make someone else get the fish off the hook? When I DID fish, yeah. Not because I was afraid to touch the fish, but because I was afraid of nicking myself with the inevitably dirty hook. Did you go to daycare when you were little? Only very briefly; my incredible separation anxiety from my mom made it extremely difficult. She very quickly chose our neighbors as my and my sisters' babysitters. I could handle that because I loved "Uncle Donny," the granddad of the family, and I could see my house from their front door. He was/is (idk if he's still alive) a wonderful man. Do you know what you’d have been named had you been born the opposite sex? No. Would you ever visit a nude beach? NOOOOOOOO THANK YOU. Who was the last person you dreamt about? I don't remember. Where is your favorite place to be kissed other than the usual place? Don't touch my neck if you don't have free time lmaooo. What is your favorite memory with one of your grandparents? I'm going to be completely honest: I have none that are exceptionally important to me. I only knew one grandmother most of my life, and we had a turbulent relationship. Would you date someone who has cheated in their previous relationships? Naaaaah son. What was the most drastic change you made to your appearance? Chopping 8+ inches of hair off. Is there anything you hope your significant other/future significant other never finds out about you? No. I don't want to keep secrets from them above all others. What are most of your Facebook posts about? If you're talking things I actually compose myself and not share, probably pictures of my pets, haha. Or small statements regarding political issues or mental health. What’s your favorite part of the song that you’re listening to? The beat. Who was the last person you got into a small argument with? Probably my mom, idk. How warm do you like your showers/baths to be? Pretty hot. In the past year, have you lost weight or gained weight? How much? Gained... and I'd rather not share. What year was the last car you rode in/drove? I have zero clue, but it's old. What’s your worst/funniest experience with one of your neighbors? The neighbors at my childhood home had two wonderful rottweilers, but one day they got loose and killed at least one of our kittens. It died in my hands. Mom was fucking livid and sobbing. Besides this occasion though, we got along with them. How much alone time is too much for you before you start going crazy and want to be around people? It depends on the day, really, and how entertained I am in my alone time. Generally, one day of total isolation (from people, anyway) is enough for me to want my mom's company at least or to be texting Sara. The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? A pizza roll burned my tongue just a tad. Honestly, are you shallow? Not at all. Besides clothes, shoes, and accessories, what’s your favorite thing to shop for? S N A K E S ! ! ! I could LIVE on the Morph Market website and "window shop." I love planning out the next morph I'm most interested in adopting. If you have/had any facial piercings, what side are they on? Any reason you chose that side? If you don’t have any, if you had to get a facial piercing what would it be and what side would it be on? I have a vertical labret on my lower lip that goes directly down the center of my face. I chose it because I love the symmetry. I've had my right nostril pierced twice, just because I preferred that side for whatever reason. What, would you say, is your sexiest/most provocative article of clothing? I don't own anything like that. I have zero interest in showing off my body. Do/did you have attendance problems in school? I was notoriously tardy for the first class of the day a lot because I was an absolute beast to drag out of bed all the way up to college. Does/did your parents ever go through your computer or cell phone? Mom did. What song reminds you the most of a particular day in your life? Why is that? "Where the Wild Wolves Have Gone" by Powerwolf is a strong one. I played it again and again the day Teddy was put down, even before we went to go euthanize him. It was my inspiration to one day spread his ashes at Yellowstone in wolf territory. As much as I'd love to keep his ashes forever, like, what happens after I die? And my sisters? Eventually, that container will lose meaning and probably be discarded, so I want to return him to nature. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? No close ones. Who, in your opinion, is the best thriller writer? Idk. Does your Mom eat meat? Yeah. Do you prefer thick or thin crusted pizza? THICK. Thin crust is an utter disappointment. Do you have any friends with the same name as you? No. Who has the prettiest middle name you know? Ha, I mention Alon a lot when it comes to beauty... I can't remember what it is, but I do know hers wins. Do you prefer it when it gets darker earlier? No. It makes me go to bed earlier. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. Is there a particular sport you follow on a regular basis? No. Are there any shows that your friends seem to be obsessed with, but that you just don’t get? Oh, loads. How old was the last child that you spoke to? She's six. What’s a song that makes you feel happy? "Pretty Woman" by Van Halen, for one. How far in advance do you prefer to plan? It depends, but generally kinda far. Do you always smile for pictures? With other people, yes. Some selfies, no, but usually. What are you most excited about right now? my MOTHERFUCKIN tattoo appointment in MAY!!!!!!!!!!! Do you prefer the aisle, middle, or window seat on a plane? Window seat, zero doubts. Where would you like to volunteer? I wanna help at an animal rehab. What was the last thing you ate? A strawberry and grain granola bar thing. How do you find new music? Usually YouTube recommendations. What’s your favorite city? I don't have one. What makes your bedroom special to you and what is your favorite part about it? It's a total nests of my various interests. My favorite part is my meerkat collection. Have you ever had a crush on someone “too young” for you? No. Do you shave your legs more than once a week? God no. I haven't shaved my legs since October lmao. Would you get married if you could right now? Definitely not right now. I don't have a job or my own place. What is your favorite type of jewelry (i.e. bracelets, necklaces, etc.)? Chokers. Do you regret losing your virginity to who you lost it to? No. I was wholeheartedly in love with him. What was the shittiest hotel you’ve ever stayed at and why? I've never stayed in a bad one, to my recollection. Have you ever gone on a boat and been sick the whole time? No. Have you ever kept something from the wild as a pet? A turtle for a little while, yes. Don't do that. Ever win first place for something? Yeah, a few things. What was the last thing you fell off of? Idk. Do you have a favorite local band? Who are they? No. What’s the most confusing book you ever read? The style in which Johnny Got His Gun is written is very confusing, but you adapt to understand it. Jumping back and forth from the past to the present can give ya some metaphorical whiplash. Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? No. Has anyone ever called your personality dull? Do you agree with them? No. Have you ever personally witnessed a drug deal before? Possibly. Ever have an ultrasound performed on you? What was it for? Yes, for my liver. I can't remember what they were checking for, but I was fine. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Colleen's house, yes. Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? Nope; got no interest. Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nah, not for me. Do you enjoy being outdoors? Only if it's cool out, in which case yeah. Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? Not anymore. I just think about the terrified animals (wild and pets alike) and traumatized veterans. Do you enjoy tanning? Not at all. Which of the seven deadly sins do you commit the most? Sloth. Did you have a Furby when you were younger? Yeah. Creepy fuckers. How long was your first relationship? I actually don't remember how long Aaron and I were together... other than it was just a few months. Who was the first person to break your heart? My dad, generally speaking. Romantically, Jason. What’s the biggest lie you’ve told someone? I don’t know. Has anyone ever drawn a picture of you? Yeah. What did the last key you used go to? The car's trunk. Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly? I honestly do wish I remembered my "first time" because that's a pretty big deal to me. What’s your biggest priority right now? My mental health. If you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself? I've done that numerous times, and given there was nothing good on the TV ever, I just slept time away or read. Since every time I was suicidal, there were very, very few things you were allowed to have. Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? EW no. Are your hands unsteady? Yes; I have what's called an essential tremor in both. Are your legs long or short? They're proportional to my body. Is there a bookshelf in your room? No. Do you own a robe? What color is it? No. Who’s the last person you smoked weed with? I've never done it. Ever had a person who was obsessed with you so much that it scared you? No. Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? Yeah, my sisters in the past. Is there anything you need to talk about with someone? No. Who was the last person who cried around you? My mom. Who’s the last guy to give you roses? Tyler. What band was on the last band t-shirt you wore? Korn. What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? Maybe snakebites. Do you stick your tongue out often in pictures? Nah. I only ever really did once or twice when I had snake eyes. Honestly, have you ever purchased something, worn it, and then returned it? Possibly? If you could have your own house anywhere in the world, where would it be? In the mountains in a nicely wooded area with a waterfall close by. It'd be nice to have a small stream or pond too to sit or swim in. If you could create a holiday - what would it be? I wish the legalization of gay marriage in America was a legitimate holiday. Are you shy about singing in front of people? OHHHHH YES. Do you own a robe? Do you sleep with a sleep mask? No.

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