#bedridden? time to draw colorful little animals again

[bigfatbreak]

introducing pasta to fruit

#because twilight is a noodle... you get the- yeah you get it #draconequus au #applejack #mlp fim #twilight sparkle #bedridden? time to draw colorful little animals again

[peachywrite]

Unpleasant Pleasantries

Rohan Kishibe x JosukeSister!Reader

Trigger Warning: inappropriate stand use, mild suggestive themes

Rohan thought this to be the perfect opportunity to get back at that imbecile with the hair of a 60’s delinquent, but instead found something more fulfilling than revenge.

It was your first time meeting the famous mangaka, but Koichi insisted that you introduce yourself to the newly found stand user as a formality.

~

“It’s better to make friends than enemies, y/n! So please do this for me.” He begged, clasping his hands tightly together as he bowed.

“Koichi-chan, he ripped out pages from your face and tried to do the same to Okuyasu and Josuke. I don’t know if I trust this guy.” You sighed, nervous and even a little scared.

“It’ll be fine, when you tell him you’re related to Josuke, he won’t even think about trying anything!” Koichi’s eyes glistened, still silently begging you to go.

“Fine, but if I don’t show up back home in an hour, call Josuke please.” Koichi nodded enthusiastically, shouting thank yous while he ran off to find your brother.

~

Thanks to the written address Koichi had given you, it was easy to find the large Victorian mansion that belonged to the isolated artist.

“Come on, y/n. You can do this. Just a quick hello and you’re done.” You tried to psych yourself up, taking one last deep breath before approaching the walkway that led up to the door.

Knock Knock

You waited, your heart rate a bit too quick for your liking.

You could hear the steps on the other side slowly approaching and suddenly stopping, only to find the door creak by.

“Now who would be disrupting the Great Rohan Kishibe?” The man spoke in a sinister tone, swinging the door open.

Rohan Kishibe looked nothing like how you expected him to. He was built slim but still toned, his green hair neatly styled and face slim and sharp with a cute dolphin bandage placed on the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at you intently, as if he was trying to analyze your face as well.

“I-I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. My friend Koichi wanted me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N Higashikata. I’m a stand user and I go to school with the rest of the boys.” You stammer out, guilt hitting you for interrupting the presumably busy manga artist.

The man eyed you with a devilish smirk, clapping his hands together like he had discovered something amusing.

“You’re Josuke’s little sister! Oh how fun! You know, you’re too cute to be related to that boy. Now please come in, I’ll make you some tea and we can talk.”

“I’m actually the same age as him, and I’d love to join you but I got... study plans with K-Koichi!” You tried to avoid his stare but as he made eye contact, you knew you had lost.

“Nonsense! I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ll be studying with me, now please come in already.” His smile grew while he pulled you into his abode by your wrists.

The house was lightly decorated with manga related memorabilia on the wood carved shelves and many original panels from famous mangas hung framed on the soft toned walls, but the home still held a grand Victorian feeling to it.

Your original unease disappeared as you took in the grandeur of the mansion and the interesting items that adorned it so carefully. Rohan smirked at the curiosity in your eyes and the quick movements they made while you focused on specific areas of his home.

“Would you like a personal tour of the property before we study? I will warn you though, not all the rooms have been styled by yours truly yet. It’s a work in progress at the moment.” The smile he bared had you suspicious again, but you didn’t want to be rude to the owner of such a magnificent estate.

“As much as I would love to, your home is absolutely stunning, I sadly only have an hour to study. My mom would kill me if I got home late again.” A hefty sigh escaped your lips and you gave him your best upset expression you could muster.

You hoped he wouldn’t key in on your lying, remembering the warning Koichi had given you about his ability to discern genuine emotions from fake ones.

The mangaka squinted his eyes for a moment, causing your heartbeat to speed up substantially, but his face returned to its usual smile that you swore held a bit of deviousness underneath.

“Oh! it’s alright, dear. I understand. I’ll save it for your next visit. Let’s get to your work now, follow me to the kitchen. I’ll prepare us something and you can take a seat by the window.” He gently took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen and carefully pulling out a seat for you at his dining room table.

A beautiful bouquet set in a hand sculpted vase caught your interest on the table as Rohan busied himself with brewing a fresh pot of tea. The flowers were bright in color compared to the muted ones of the vase, but the contrast made both appear unique and appealing to the eye.

“I see you even appreciate the smaller details of a home. Though I am a mangaka, I do dabble in other forms of artistic expression. Take pottery for example, I glazed this vase in a muted color pallet so it could stand out on its own when beautifully bright flowers were placed in it. The two compliment each other nicely, don’t they?” He set down two tea cups and began to pour.

“Yes! And I especially love the bright purples in the lillies you picked here.” You gently touched a petal, Rohan now lightly tapping his cheek, pulling out a chair for himself to sit right beside you.

His closeness and unwavering gaze brought a heaviness to your chest, making you stumble over your words.

“Um-m thank you for treating me so well and letting me study in your home, Rohan-sensei.” You began to unpack your notes and textbook, Rohan scooting closer to analyze what you had written.

“No need to thank me, my dear. Now let’s get to your studies. What is it you need to work on today?” The smile he shares with you is comforting, but you can’t help but feel like he was plotting something.

You set your pencil bag down and prepare your notebook, trying to make yourself busy by setting up.

“Biology. I’ve only just recently started going to school in person, but I tested well enough to be placed in the highest class. Today we’re supposed to label all the organs in this frog drawing.” Your tone comes off as annoyed and Rohan picks up on it, tilting his head to the side while he reads your frog diagram.

“You aren’t a fan of biology? I’ve got a few anatomy sketches of animals you could use instead of this photocopied worksheet. Maybe that will help peak your interest?” He stands and saunters out to find his sketches, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

When Rohan returns, the two of you work on your Biology homework for about an hour, finishing the entire pot of tea in the process. You found out that Rohan was quite skilled at anatomy, having an entire sketchbook dedicated to the anatomy of many living things, including the likes of frogs and flowers. He was extremely helpful and fun to talk with.

As you packed up your bag, Rohan remained seated in his chair, playing with one of the lilies from the bouquet. You weren’t sure if you should head towards the door and leave Rohan or wait for him to stand and lead you out. You were about to speak when the mangaka interrupted with a swish of his pen in your direction.

“Heaven’s Door.”

You felt a sharp shove of air to your midsection, sending you onto the floor. Every movement you attempted was futile as the grinning artist looked down at you. A deep chuckle haunted you while he leaned in closer to your face. His hands gently caressed your cheek, opening it up like a book.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re interesting and I’d love to learn more about you, but I’m impatient. It’ll be far easier for me to just read you. Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll make sure you don’t remember this.” He flipped through your pages, ignoring the tears that ran down onto the very paper he was trying to read.

“Now let’s just read the juicy bits today. You were hospitalized along with your brother when you were only four, a strange parasite made up of Dio’s cells attacked your immune system at age twelve and had you bedridden until fairly recently.” The curiosity he held for your story excited him, the pen he held in one hand quickly wrote onto the notepad he placed on the floor beside your head.

You felt like sinking into yourself, ignoring his quips and teases as the embarrassment of the mangaka reading your thoughts and feelings enveloped you. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be this way? He was so kind before and just like a flick of a switch, he changed.

“Oh, now how did you escape that? Here we are, thanks to Mr.Joestar’s Hamon lessons, you not only came back from your illness, but gained a proper stand and the ability to wield Hamon just like your father and great grandfather! Wait, what’s this new paragraph about?” He squinted closely, reading your page out loud again.

“I have to visit Rohan Kishibe today because Koichi told me to. He practically begged. Even though I’m scared, Koichi gave me his word that nothing bad would happen. Rohan Kishibe looks very different from what I imagined a mangaka to look. Well, what did you expect me to look like?” His smirk grows as he continues on.

“Ah, another new bit is here! Rohan Kishibe is very good at anatomy, he’s been kind and helpful, I’d like to get to know him better. I think Josuke was just overreacting when he called Rohan Kishibe pure evil. I could see us being friends.”

His smile disappears skimming the next sentence, his usual tone of voice changed as he starts to read. He sounded upset, hurt even.

You were the one being wronged here! Why would he get upset? He doesn’t have the right.

“Josuke was right. Rohan Kishibe is not nice, he is terribly mean. He’s using me for his entertainment. He doesn’t care. Rohan Kishibe is not kind, he is not helpful, he is cruel, I don’t want to get to know him. I want to forget him.”

“I hate Rohan Kishibe. I hope to never see him again.”

Rohan paused, looking away from your pages, trying to focus on anything else for the moment.

“W-well, I’ll just fix this last paragraph and erase it from your mind. You’re being dramatic, I’m not as terrible as you describe me.” Chuckling to himself, he tries to laugh off his obvious pain and attempts to regain his composure.

“No! I won’t let you erase my emotions!” You shouted, a wave of Hamon spreading through his arm as his pen touched your page, his attempt to rewrite your memory foiled.

The mangaka was sent flying back, his right arm dropping the pen and your face finally shutting closed, returning your ability to move. Although you were upset at the betrayal of trust you gave the man, you felt a twinge of guilt in your heart when you spotted his still form draped across the wood floor, cradling the arm you had burned with your Hamon.

Running to his side, all thoughts of malice left your body while you attempted to get a better look at his injury. His arm was still intact thankfully, but it was badly burned and needed to be set correctly and quickly if he ever wanted it to heal properly. You took a deep breath and turned Rohan over to see if he was still conscious.

“Oh god, Rohan I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Your eyes fill with tears again as you see the artist weakly rest himself against the wall, still holding his arm close to his chest.

“No, no it’s alright. I brought this on myself. I accept that.” He grimaced, trying to take a peek at his injuries but too frightened to actually check.

“You read my thoughts and history, it wasn’t right but you didn’t physically hurt me. I don’t know how that happened, but I promise you I’ll fix it.” You swore to the manga writer, now searching through your backpack.

When you found your pair of scissors, you went into full first aid mode, removing the sleeve from his right arm by carefully cutting the loose cloth off. After tossing the short sleeve to the side, you cut the bottom of the skirt you were wearing off into a long bandage-like shape of clothing and ran it under the cold tap water from the kitchen sink, returning to the injured Rohan.

“I’m going to wrap your arm with this, it won’t be painful if you let me use my stand, but I’m going to ask you first before I use her on you.” The man nodded, accepting your offer to erase the pain.

“Under Pressure. She’s a stand that has the ability to manipulate emotions. She can change them within a radius or focus on only one individual. When she focuses on a single person, she is only able to change their emotion to the opposite of what is being felt.” You began to wrap his arm, nervous about what he might feel when you placed the wet fabric loosely around it.

All Rohan could do was bite back his lip to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. Instead of the immeasurable pain he imagined to come with dressing a freshly burned wound, he felt a wave of euphoria. He now understood what you meant by the “opposite” emotion would be felt.

The artist never knew wrapping his burned arm would feel so good, every touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to water. It confused him, even though he understood that the opposite of pain was pleasure, it still startled him every time you did one more pass of the homemade bandage.

He tried his hardest not to be flustered, but when you finished off his arm by tieing the last bit with a knot, he let a small whimper escape his lips. His hand shot up to cover his face, it’s hue now a bright crimson.

Your cheeks turned bright pink as well. You turned away swiftly, to avoid eye contact.

“U-Um just stay put. I’m gonna borrow your phone for a second and let you catch your breath.” Scratching the side of your cheek, you stand up and make a b-line for the phone, dialing your home and hoping that Josuke would pick up. You glanced at the clock set on the wall, it read 8:15.

I’m late.

As soon as the phone line rang once, you spotted the front door to Rohan’s manor fly across the main hall. Peeking your head out from the kitchen, you see a furious Josuke with Koichi in pursuit.

“ROHAN-SENSEI! WHERE IS MY SISTER YOU CREEP?! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME 15 MINUTES AGO!” He yells out, his voice echoing throughout the home.

“Josuke! I’m here! I was just about to call you. Listen, I messed up bad and hurt Rohan. He’s in the kitchen bandaged up but I need you to heal him all the way.” You run to Josuke, giving him a tight hug while trying not to cry from the stress of the situation.

Josuke squeezes you once and let’s you go, looking you over from head to toe so he could make sure you weren’t injured as well. When he spots your torn skirt, his aura radiates a dark malice you’d never seen him show before.

“Wait Josuke! I did this to myself, we didn’t have bandages so I cut some cloth.”

He looks you over again and sighs heavily, the purple hue that was full of rage, leaving him.

“Ok, fine. Where’s that jerk? I’ll fix him up real quick so we can go home.” He grumbled, following you into the kitchen.

Even though Rohan wanted to refuse any treatment from Josuke, he finally accepted the help when you threatened to cry on the spot. His arm had returned to its previous state, unburned and fully functional, thanks to Josuke and Shining Diamond.

Josuke picked up your backpack and held the now fixed front door open for you, while Rohan stood and waved goodbye. You awkwardly returned the wave and made your way back home, your thoughts chaotic and confused.

On the one hand you felt guilty for putting Rohan through such an immense amount of pain, but you were also upset at the humiliation he put you through by reading your life with Heaven’s Door. These thoughts plagued your mind as you laid your head to rest for the night.

~

It was roughly two in the afternoon when Rohan Kishibe knocked on your front door. A short but older woman answered, complaining about the loudness of the knocks when she looked over the artist.

“Oh, my apologies. You’re that Rohan Kishibe my kids talk about. How may I help you, Mr. Kishibe?” She asked with a warm tone to her voice, leaning against her door frame and smiling up at him.

“Is y/n in? I’d like to deliver this to her personally.” He spoke softly, shaking the box he held in his hands.

Your mother couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. He appeared to be anxious and uncomfortable, most likely it was his first time gifting something like this.

“She’s not home yet, but give her five minutes. Why don’t you come in? You can wait for her up in her room, just don’t go raiding her drawers or anything.” She joked, Rohan’s cheeks turning vivid scarlet.

“I’m only pulling your leg, sweety. I know you’re better than that. Now come on! Have a seat at her desk and I’ll bring you up some lemonade.” Rohan followed her inside.

When they reached your room, Mrs.Higashikata opened the door and waved her hand to your desk seat.

“Pull up that chair there and I’ll be back with some refreshments.” Her smile gleamed at him. She walked off to the kitchen, leaving the artist alone in your room.

Rohan browsed around your room, taking in the personality that was apparent by the many bits of decor that gave your little private space a peculiar style. Your walls held photos printed on Polaroid film, sketches presumably drawn by you, and posters of your favorite video games and shows.

When he glanced around your room, he was immediately caught off guard when he spotted two volumes of his very own manga, propped up and on display in your bookcase. To say he was flattered was an understatement, he was completely floored. You were a fan of his?

His heart was heavy all of a sudden, he felt a dreadful pain in his chest while he held the book in his hands. He turned his head toward the doorway when he heard your voice greet your mother. To regain himself, he quickly skimmed through the pages of the manga he was holding, hearing your distant conversation come to an end.

You entered the room. Dropping your bag at the corner of the closet, your eyes never leaving Rohan while you take a seat on your bed. The mangaka gently placed your copy of Pink Dark Boy back in its original position, turning around now to face you.

“I’d like to humbly apologize for my abhorrent behavior and actions yesterday. I was terrible. I know it might be asking too much of you, but I brought you this as a peace offering. I want us to start over. I’d like to get to know you the right way.” He passes you the box he was carrying with him, nudging you to open it.

Casually unknotting the bow and removing the lid from the bottom, you slowly lift what appears to be a white sundress out of the box. It was beautifully made and looked to be just your size.

“I know it’s not the skirt you tore, but I felt like you deserved something a little more unique.” He averts your gaze quickly when you attempt to gauge his reaction.

The mangaka appears to be flustered, apparently not very used to apologizing. His eyes held a fear of rejection but also a glimmer of hope. A breath you never knew you were holding was released with a quiet hum.

“It’s beautiful, thank you, but do know that buying me things isn’t going to repair my trust in you. We can at the very least start over though.”

Rohan smiled to himself, thankful for your empathetic nature, and nodded a quick yes.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, how about we take that dress and enjoy some tea at the cafe? My treat.”

#rohan kishibe x reader #kishibe rohan x reader #rohan kishibe #kishibe rohan #jjba reader insert #jjba part 4 #jjba x reader #jjba

[lovemesomesurveys]

Have you cuddled with someone today? No.

Can you smell anything right now? I smell my coffee.

Have you spoken to a relative on the phone today? No, not so far anyway. My mom will likely call to check on me later.

Do you use the toilet paper with the colourful designs on it? No.

Do you wear your hair up or down most often? It’s always up in a messy bun.

How does alcohol affect you? It made me chatty and annoying I feel like and I’d have fun for awhile, but then most often ended up feeling sad and shitty towards the end. And sometimes sick. :X I don’t miss drinking at all.

When was the last time you had a cold or flu? Over a year ago.

What was the first thing you ate today? I had scrambled eggs and blueberry Eggos. 

Do you have anything more important you should be doing right now? No.

Do you still buy the paper or do you get your news elsewhere? I’ve never bought the paper. I get a lot of my news from the news app on my phone and online. 

Have you ever eaten tofu and if so, did you enjoy it? No, I’ve never had any desire to try it. 

Have you worn make-up today? Nope. I haven’t worn makeup in like 4 years now.

Do you ever get dizzy and nauseous when you’re extremely tired? Not nauseous, but dizzy sometimes. 

Have you ever tried lemon brownies? No, but that sounds delicious.

Can you hear anything right now? The ASMR video I’m listening to.

What was the last type of meat you ate? Pork.

What colour is your toothpaste? White.

Have you taken any medication today? Yes.

Have you ever been suspended from school? Nope.

Have you ever inhaled helium? No, I’ve always been too afraid to try it lol.

Have you bought something that was on sale today? I haven’t bought anything today.

Are you a fan of Adam Sandler? I like some of his movies.

What was the last fruit you ate? There were blueberries in my Eggos, ha.

Off the top of your head how many aisles are in the supermarket you shop at? We do our grocery shopping at Walmart, there’s a ton of aisles. 

Have you ever watched Parks and Recreation? I’ve seen some episodes.

Have you watched a movie this week? Nope.

How far away is the closest McDonald’s from your house? Like not even 5 minutes away.

Have you ever been to a wedding? Yeah, a few.

What is your favourite kind of pasta? Spaghetti and meatballs, pesto, ravioli, and pasta salads. 

Have you set an alarm today? No.

When was the last time you visited relatives? I saw one of my aunts a few months ago.

Have you asked someone for advice today? No.

What was the last website you were on, other than this one? LiveJournal hunting for surveys.

Did you ever play Habbo Hotel? No.

Do you speak any languages other than English? Only a little Spanish.

Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but I’d love to go.

Have you watched more than an hour of TV today? Yeah.

What’s your best talent? I don’t have any.

Do you know anyone named Nicole? Nope.

Have you ever had a true FML moment? Uh, yeah. A lot.

Are you considering having children right now? Nooo. I don’t want to have kids.

Do you enjoy the darkness? No.

Are you afraid of being single? No.

Do you have a new boy-/girlfriend every week? Ha, not even close. I’ve been single for several years and haven’t even been talking to or interested in anyone for the past few years.

How much memory does your computer have? I don’t feel like checking.

Do you play video games? Sometimes.

What color are your eyes? Brown. Is your hair layered? No.

What’s the closest yellow thing to you? Some of my leftover scrambled eggs.

Have you ever shot an animal? No, omg.

Do you exercise daily? I don’t at all, but I just got some little 3lbs hand weights because being bedridden and dealing with health issues has made me loose strength, so I need to start trying to build that back up. Slowly.

Can you do cool things with your hair? I haven’t attempted to in a very long time, it’s just always thrown up in a messy bun cause I don’t have the energy to deal with it. I’m going to cut it short again soon, actually. I was never good at styling hair, though.

Do you have a couch in your house? Yeah, we have 3.

Would you like to have a soda machine in your room? That would be kinda cool, ha. I’d have some sodas and some Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks in it.

Are you impatient? Very.

Would you pay someone to drive you around everywhere? Nah.

Do you think soap operas are too good to be true? I think soap operas suuuper cringe. I can’t watch ‘em.

Are you conscious of your weight? Very.

Have you ever jumped out of a window? No.

What kind of mood are you usually in? Moody, irritable, depressed, frustrated, tired, blah.

Do you have a webcam? My Mac has one built in but I’ve never used it.

Do you finish other people’s sentences? Sometimes.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? A few.

When’s your birthday? July 28th.

Do you feel important where you’re at right now? Huh?

Are you short-tempered? It takes a lot to get me angry, but not irritated that’s for sure.

Have you ever been homeless? No.

How many online accounts do you have? >> A lot? I'm not going to try to tally them up. 

Do you drive through red lights? I don’t drive at all, but if I did I wouldn’t be driving through red lights and possibly causing accidents or worse for others or myself.

What sound puts you to sleep? ASMR can help with that.

Are you a fast or slow reader? Fast.

Are you a good speller? I think I am.

Do you have a TV in your bedroom? Yes.

How long can you go without sleeping? It varies, but it’s funny cause I’m sitting here doing this and my eyes are getting heavy, ha. I’m still tired. I had a busy day yesterday for the first time in over a year and I’ve been going through a lot health wise the past couple months and have been very fatigued.

How long can you go without talking? Awhile. Especially these days.

Do you currently have a job? No.

Do you tend to always be in some sort of drama? No.

Do you collect quarters from every state? Nope.

Would you rather sleep all night or sleep all day? Sleep all night.

Do you hate getting up early? I’d much rather sleep in.

Could you see yourself being a bartender? Nah. Not my thing at all.

Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No.

Are you currently tired? Ugh, yes. I can’t keep my eyes open. 

What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

Do you like to take walks? No.

Have you ever had deja vu? Yeah, many times.

Are you a fan of anime? No.

Do you draw a lot? I don't draw at all.

Do you plan on going to college? I did and graduated already.

Do you feel at home in your own home? Yes.

Do you pay for your own cell phone bill? No. I’m on a family plan that my parents and brother take care of.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[the-chanteloup]

YYH  Reverse Matchup

Super late for @sweetsushiminnow ‘s YYH Match-Up! 

Name (username can work too): 

Ashleigh (Ashley, but fancy. Haha.)

Nicknames: 

Ash, Little Bat, Lady Wolf, Honey

Age: 29

Sex: Female

Zodiac: Aquarius, the Water Bearer

Personality: A bit reserved at first, it takes me a minute to warm up to people. I’m come off as politely shy. If I’m with people I’ve known for ages, I’m bubbly, sarcastic, witty and sassy.   I’m a giver and a care taker. I want to make sure everyone is okay, and usually put them above myself. I can seem a bit distant at times, but it’s usually because I’m day dreaming. I’m unfortunately blunt and come off a bit rough when I’m explaining things. I have a horrible case if resting bitch face, but if you greet me, I usually lose it quick and replace it with a smile.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Height: 5’6”

Hobbies/Interest: I’m interested in anything that has to do with the medical field. I love science, Biology and Genetics in particular. I also enjoy learning about History and Lore from any region in the World. I love to read, mostly Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Historical Fiction. I’m an ordained wedding officiant, so I’m a hopeless romantic, and adore any sort of romantic gestures. I like arts and crafts, mainly floral design and costume building. I’m a foodie, and I love to try new places and dishes. This also means I like to turn shit up in the kitchen too. I am a Renaissance Festival junkie. Nature is my church and I worship often. I love walks along the nature trails and beaches near us. Moongazing is my nocturnal pleasure.

     Turn Ons: Height difference (Taller than me). Intelligence. Animal lover. Someone who is passionate about what they love and believe in. A true caring heart. Someone who can be serious, yet a complete goober. Exuberant facial expressions (I love seeing emotions on people’s faces). Kisses on the back of my hand. Singing with me, even if they sound like bagpipes in a woodchipper (It’s the effort that counts, right?). Sarcasm, and not getting upset when it’s dished back. Pet names. Hands and hand holding. A little pain with pleasure. Hugs from behind. Snuggling. Silly, cheesy pick up lines (This is more after having dated for a while). Drawing on my back. Biting. Nails digging in or dragging. Affectionate kisses (Neck especially).    

Turn Offs: Blatant ignorance. Closed minds. Disrespect. Liars and cheaters. Animal/child/spousal abusers. People with a God complex. Over religious zealots. Cruelness. Lack of empathy. Arrogance. Racism/sexism.      

About Yourself: I’m a student, currently working towards my Associates of Science, then my Bachelor’s degree in nursing with a Labor and Delivery focus, THEN my Nursing Practitioner (Masters) degree with an OB/GYN focus. Woo. Lots of school! But, I don’t mind, I love learning new things, especially in the medical field, Genetics and Biology especially.

I’m the care taker of my group, and the go to person for medical advice. I usually put people and their needs above my own, and even though it’s burned me in the past, I’m still the most open hearted in my group of friends.

My mouth is dirtier than a sewer in 14th century London. Fuck and shitmotherfucker (all one word) are the epitome of my vocabulary. I can speak very well, and censor myself if needed, but in a laid-back setting. Yeah, the F-Bomb is dropped like hot potatoes.  

I’m a day dreamer. I’m usually staring off into the distance with my headphones in. This unfortunately makes me seem distant, when in reality, I’m a very open person…Well, once I get to know someone. I tend to come off shy at first, but I warm up quickly and turn into this sarcastic, witty, sassy creature with a horrible panache for being blunt. I also have very little filter left at this point in my life, so I usually over share.

I am the story teller. I’ve lived a very colorful life in my 29 years bouncing around this planet, and I have no problem sharing my experiences, good or bad.

I had to mature very early in my life. At 15 I was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythematosus and Rheumatoid Arthritis, both terminal with no cure. I was bedridden for three months, and after treatment, had to teach myself to walk again. Then the next level of maturity came when I was 19. My grandmother was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, metastasized to the bone, and lymph nodes. She was the one who raised me from the time I was 6 months old, so it was my turn to care for her. I cared for her until her untimely death in 2010 when I was 21. Maturity level three was achieved then, when I was thrown out into the world for the first time with no guidance. Because of all this, I was always more mature than my peers, and lost a great deal of friends due to that. But, I endured, and continued on to where I am today.

I’m also EXTREMELY self-conscious. I was bullied throughout high school because one of my medications caused a significant amount of weight gain… I’m extremely critical about the way I look. I don’t wear anything that’s fitted. Most of my clothes are too big. I only really like my eyes.  

Let’s switch to some happy vibes, yeah?

I’m an ordained officiant and can perform wedding/vow renewal/hand-fasting ceremonies. With that, out comes my hopeless romantic side. I’ve always been one, and I love, love. Candlelit dinners, rose petals, bouquets of flowers for no reason, little love notes, etc.  (All this could also be due to me being born on Valentine’s Day… <3)

Arts and crafts are my way to unwind. I’ve been working with flowers and floral design since my high school days. I made mums, corsages, bouquets, centerpieces, etc. I still do arrangements for around my town-home and house warming parties. I also dabble in costume building, mainly for the local renaissance festivals. I perform as the Maned Wolf noble, Lady Serena Louvel. (Picture below).

I’m an eclectic Wiccan, with a central pantheon of Norse, Celtic and Native American deities. I’m still a baby Witch and learning in a solitary setting. I never judge others based on their religions, you are free to believe what you want to believe just as I am. I don’t, however, tolerate religious bigots and zealots.

I’ve always been a very laid back, go with the flow, open minded individual who enjoys unique people and ideas. Nothing is too outlandish. I’m a big believe of “if it’s not hurting anyone, have at it.”

My favorite colors are: Purple, Teal, Blue hues, Silver, Crimson, and Black.

I’m a snuggler, and love spending rainy days, or weekends wrapped up in a blanket or snuggled down close to my boyfriend. But, I’m also an adventurer. I love going to new places and seeing new things.

I think that’s it… Haha! Thanks for making this @sweetsushiminnow !   

Pictures (Optional):

I worked as a Phlebotomist (Vampire) at a major hospital here in Houston before going to school full time. 

Lady Serena Louvel was created by @netherden ! 

Legit Vampire. 

#ssmreversematchup

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Boggart’s swamp was more than half mangrove. Butted up against the Sea of a Thousand Currents, it supported a wide range of wildlife unique to it; you could find these creatures and plants nowhere else on Sornieth but along this single, eight-mile stretch of coastline. On a good day, this was a boon for a swamp witch. Access to rare ingredients ensured his experiments bore fruit more often than not.

Today, however, it was his bane. Gale-force winds buffeted the mangroves, pulling them up by their sturdy roots and disturbing the communities of small creatures that had nestled there for generations. The downpour was ceaseless, and threatened to flood areas further inland; the local Maren, an unusual freshwater variety rarely seen by dragonkind, had abandoned their overflowing inlets for the murky, stagnant bogs of the deep swamp. The cloying air was thick with animal cries.

“How much further?” Asura called.

Boggart did not respond. His eyes were busily scanning the canopy for signs of life. Now and again, he caught sight of Cerdae stumbling through the brush, or the glint of a Maren spearhead in the gloom, and hope swelled in his chest. The swamp’s inhabitants were making headway.

Asura left him to it, focusing instead on keeping himself aloft. He was a Skydancer, his breed born of the wind and weather, but neither the Scarred Wasteland where he had hatched nor the Sunbeam Ruins where he now resided were known for their fierce storms. He’d had little practice, and so Boggart outstripped him for most of their flight.

At last, they touched down in a clearing cramped with debris and donned their glamours. Asura leaned heavily against a nearby rock formation; it was slick with slime, but he needed to rest. Each breath spawned needles in his throat and chest. His stomach somersaulted, and his wings burned with exhaustion.

Ahead several yards, he spied what must have been Boggart’s hut through the dense vegetation. It was larger than he’d expected, but appeared to still be only a single room, with many ramshackle windows placed at odd angles and a crooked metal chimney rising from its thatched roof.

“Come,” Boggart said. He was a dragon of few words, but when he spoke, it was always in a commanding tone. “Come,” he said again, motioning frantically for Asura to follow. Heaving and panting, Asura obliged, careful to trace the panicked Mirror’s precise path.

Boggart disappeared into the hut well before Asura reached it. The healer paused again on the rickety porch, shook the weariness from his bones, then continued inside. The interior of the shack was musty, but homey in its own right. Dried herbs hung from hooks over a cast iron stove. In one corner stood a rickety desk cluttered with papers and tomes; in another, Asura spied a sizable cauldron, bubbling with some sickly purple concoction.

When his eyes fell on Vigrid, he gasped. He had never met Vigrid, but he knew instantly that the Ridgeback was bigger than most of his kind when well, even wearing his glamour. There were the remnants of musculature finely sculpted by years of hard labor underneath his baggy sick clothes. His hard jawline spoke of a handsome face, but now it was drained of color and thin with fatigue. His Plague eyes had lost their mischievous ruby sparkle.

Asura gulped. “It’s bad,” he said. “How long has he been like this?”

“The sickness worsened rapidly,” Boggart reported, “in only a few hours’ time. I tried to brew a healing draught, but--but--” His words caught in his throat, and a heart-wrenching sob came out in their place.

“Hey...” Vigrid’s head lolled sideways onto Boggart’s hand, his dark red locks spilling over the edge of the bed. He tried to reach up to cup his mate’s face, but the effort was too great. “Hey, come on,” he rasped, “I told you...I told you not to cry...”

“Can you hear me?” Asura asked, leaning forward to better examine Vigrid’s condition. He looked even worse at close range. “Mr. Vigrid, can you hear me?”

“Yeah,” Vigrid mumbled, “yeah, but...I ‘dunno who you are...”

“My name is Asura. I’m a healer; I can help you.”

“Bogs brought...a healer...?” Vigrid managed a crooked grin. “I must...really be dying then...for him to trust someone else with me...ah, shit...Bogs, I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...”

“Silence,” Boggart demanded. “This drake will heal you. He will.”

“We always knew...it was a long-shot...”

“Silence!”

Asura stepped back, shedding his coat and rolling up his shirt sleeves. There wasn’t much room to work, but he’d danced in tighter quarters. “Mr. Boggart,” he said, “you’ll need to stand back. I don’t want to accidentally transfer his illness to you.”

Reluctantly, Boggart moved to the opposite end of the room, huddling close to the cauldron. Once he was certain the area around Vigrid was clear, Asura began his dance with a slow sweep of his foot across the dusty floor. He formed a circle in the grit, then bent low, arms outstretched in an elaborate pose.

“I’ll be damned,” Vigrid croaked.

The pair of swamp-dwellers watched in stunned awe as Asura performed. Even in the sparse space given to him, he moved without faltering, performing impossible twirls, death-defying flips, and strange maneuvers that made Boggart’s head spin. It was fiercely beautiful, made more so by the glow of crimson Plague magic surrounding him.

The seconds turned to minutes, and Asura slowed, his breathing labored. With a final bow, he collapsed to his knees, hacking and coughing into a trembling hand. “I got most of it,” he informed. “How do you feel?”

Vigrid flexed his fingers, rolled his shoulders, wiggled his toes. “Incredible,” he murmured. “I was dying. How did you...?”

Asura smiled weakly. “I draw sickness into my own body through dance,” he explained. “I’ll be bedridden for the next week or so, but I’ll live; you would not have. It was double pneumonia, unlike any form of it I’ve ever seen. I’d wager it originated here in the swamp.”

“Vigrid...” Boggart shuffled forward, almost shyly. His eyes kept darting up to meet his mate’s, but he could never seem to muster the courage to hold them for long. “Are you...?”

Vigrid grinned again, stronger, more sincerely. “I’m fine,” he said. “C’mere.”

Sniffling and sobbing, Boggart closed the distance between them and buried his face in Vigrid’s chest. Vigrid pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Asura heaved a relieved sigh. Outside, the wind was beginning to die down; a thin ray of sunlight slanted into the hut through one of its grimy windows.

“Thank you,” Boggart said. Asura blinked incredulously. The little swamp witch was watching him from a gap over his shoulder. “You saved him.”

“Why don’t you stay here and rest a while?” Vigrid suggested. “Weather’s clearing up, but you look about ready to drop.”

“I...” Asura nodded. “Thank you,” he said, “I’d appreciate that.”

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