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crue-sixx · 4 years

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Chasing Ghosts

Title: Chasing Ghosts

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary: Frank comes to your door in tears, says nothing and takes you against the wall.

Warnings: Smut, violence, swearing, abuse mention.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of abuse so if this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read.

In the winter of your fourteenth year, you met Frankie Ferrana. He was a rough and tumble kid from Seattle who at the time lived with his Nona and Grandpa Tom. He at first wouldn't give you the time of day but when he saw all the bruises on your body he felt for you. He gave you some lessons in self defense, if you ever gained enough courage to fight back against your father. He regretted ever teaching you when you missed school for a week, him going to your house only to see your face busted up.

He eventually went behind your back and called child services on your dad, the day after they paid a visit your father made an executive decision to uproot the family from Seattle, Washington to Montgomery, Alabama. When you told Frankie about it, he looked so disheartened that he just hugged you and whispered in your ear "Call me, anytime...I'll come get you" you knew his number by heart and you nodded.

The two of you stayed in touch for two years, making weekly phone calls. When you missed his weekly call, he grew worried and begged Tom to take him to Alabama to come see you. He declined, the loss of contact continuing for a month. When the phone blared at 3 in the morning, he knew it was about you. "Hello? Y/N?"

"No" your sister Gina said in a hushed tone, her being older than you by a few years. "It's Gina, her sister. You need to come get her..."

He was on alert now and said "What the fuck is going on?!"

"Last month our father got really mad at her" she was choking back silent sobs "he poured boiling oil on her while she was sleeping..."

Frank didn't know it was possible to have his blood freeze and boil at the same time. "Where is she?" he said darkly.

"Saint Xavier's Hospital. Third floor, room 403" she quickly said and hung up the phone. In the background, he could hear their father demand to know who she was talking to. Frank knew Tom wouldn't believe him without evidence, so he opted for the less legal option-he took the truck without telling Tom and drove from Seattle to Montgomery. He gassed up a few times and just drove off without paying, time was of the essence. He made the trip in just under 40 hours, using empty soda cans to piss in when he had to go.

He kicked the door open to your room, the place being empty save for the patient of course. He didn't recoil from your burn, the bubbly skin on the right sight of your face and neck, just touching your shoulder. He unhooked your IVs from your arm, taking the wheelchair from the corner and putting you in it to wheel you out without being caught.

He stopped dead in his tracks when a nurse turned the corner and stared at you both. He was so afraid of being busted, but the nurse just smiled at him and put a finger to her lips, gesturing that she'd keep quiet about your location. He nodded his thanks and went on his way with you. You woke up a little, able to get up and climb into the truck on your own "You came...." you softly cried.

"Gina called" he drive off back to Seattle "Just rest now, Y/N...you need it..." he stroked your thigh, but not in a sexual way. You laid your head on the window and slept the whole way back. Tom and Nona were understandably pissed at Frank for stealing the truck, but recoiled the moment they saw your face.

He let you share his bed with him, both of you needed each other close. He was kicking himself for letting you leave with your father, wondering how many other injuries he had caused you to get. While you were sound asleep and dead to the world, he brushed your hair from your face and said "You're so beautiful..." and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

Over the next year, you and Frank had moved to L.A., to get away from his mother, Deanna. He made sure to include you in all his dealings, and shared his booze and drugs with you. On many occasions, you two had even had drunken, drugged up sex, both of you too scared to admit having feelings for each other.

It was one night he asked you to be left alone, that he needed to do something by himself. This was out of the ordinary for him, but you obliged him. He had done so much for you, and you granted him this one favor he asked of you. He had left with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, and was back in a few hours. He banged on the door and when you opened it he pushed you back against the wall and started kissing you.

You returned the gesture, pulling away and seeing that he'd been crying "Frank? What's wrong?"

He was breathing heavily as he tore off your shirt to kiss your breasts "No..." he pulled down your bra to get at the nipple, teasing it with his tongue "Don't call me Frank..."

You groaned in need, needing him to be inside you soon "What do you want me to call you then?"

"Babe" he reached down into your pants and inserted two fingers inside you "just call me Babe for the moment..."

"Babe..." you sighed, you feeling his fingers slipping in and out of you. He then bought his fingers up to your lips, you licking one clean and him doing the same to the other "fuck me..."

"Yes, Ma'am" he used his switchblade knife to cut off your pants and panties, you spread your legs to allow him to enter you. He stepped back to release his cock from his pants, the thing bouncing at the very sight of you naked in front of him. He pressed you against the wall, and dove right in.

"Fuck, Babe" you gasped as he roughly entered you. You could smell the whiskey on his breath, the scent seeming to seep through his skin. It turned you on even more, you wrapping one leg around his waist.

He grunted "You're always so fuckin' tight for me, Y/N..."

"That's cause nobody else will fuck me with this monster face" you said. He suddenly stopped and gave you a stern look.

"You're beautiful" he gave a hard thrust, you squeaking from the sudden pressure "the way" another thrust "you are..." he took both your legs in his arms, him being strong enough to hold you up and thrust.

He'd never done this when you two fucked before, so the feeling was new to you. "Jesus Fuckin' Christ Babe..." you clung onto his neck to help him hold you up "Keep that up, I'm gonna cum..."

"Me too..." a few thrusts later, you felt him twitch and release himself inside you, his hips shuddering as he did so and he let out a loud "Y/N! FUCK!"

When you came right after him you bit into his shoulder, making him cum harder than he'd ever did while he was with you. His cock pulsed a few times, releasing more of his semen. When he caught his breath, he pulled out and let you down. You reached up and gave him a tired kiss, the both of you having been spent. You took his hand and went to the couch to cuddle, you in the nude and him having done up his pants. After a few minutes of blissful silence you asked "What was that all about?"

"Me fuckin' your brains out?" he laughed softly.

"Yeah that," you caressed his thick arm "and why you were crying" you interlocked your fingers with his, allowing him to take his time with answering.

"I called my dad..." he finally said, you looking up at him in disbelief.

"Well what did he say?" you were anxious to hear all about it.

"He told me he didn't have a son" he sniffled "and to never call him again..."

"Oh Babe..." your eyes were sorrowful for him. He'd told you that he wanted to have a relationship with his father all his life, him only showing up once in a blue moon. The one time he actually remembered clearly that Big Frank gave him a birthday present was a sled when he was seven.

"I don't want my name anymore" he stated matter of fact "How do I change it?"

"Well you have to go down to the social security office and apply for a name change, bring your current ID and fill out what your name is and what you want to change it to" you had some working knowledge about the issue, you working at the post office in the back sorting mail for delivery. "What do you want to change it to?"

"I dunno" he said, his mood and voice perking up a little "something cool! I wanna be a rock star!"

You thought about your ex back in Alabama "Nicky Six?"

He looked down at you and asked "How is it spelled?"

"N-I-C-K-Y S-I-X"

"The name sounds cool, but not with that spelling" he pouted cutely.

"N-I-K-K-I S-I-X-X?" he grinned at you and kissed you again.

"That's so totally metal, Y/N" he put his arm around you, kissing you deeper now. You could feel his hardening cock in his pants against your thigh.

"Again, Nikki?" you raised an eyebrow at him, he grinned at the use of his new name.

"You're just so gorgeous, Y/N" his hand moved down your body "I can't help it..." you obliged and wrapped your legs around him while lying on the couch. "Hey..." he stopped, being serious "Wanna officially be my girl?"

"What?" you stopped too, suddenly getting self-conscience about your face "you want to be seen with a girl looking like Quasimodo?"

He sighed, exasperated that you still thought of yourself as unlovable even after he assured you multiple times you looked radiant. "Y/N. You are perfect, the way you are...I will help you see that" he bent down to kiss you, this time making slow, sweet love instead of a tangled mess of sloppy fucking.

The next few months were peaceful, or as peaceful as they could be with Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars and Vince Neil around as your lover and friends. You were alone in the apartment one night, as you were fighting a bad cold when you heard a knock at the door. "Guys, I can't believe you're home so early from a show! Did you totally bomb?" you opened the door to see the man who struck fear into your soul for many years.

"Hey, my wayward daughter" he stepped in, you stepping back out of terror.

"I-I don't think you should be here, Daddy..." you stammered, tripping over the sofa.

"I'm here to take you back home, child" he grabbed at your hair and pulled you up to him. You screamed and bit his arm, him releasing you from the pain. You scrambled back to the couch, where you knew Nikki hid one of his hand guns. He'd given you lessons on how to shoot, and they'd come in handy. You grabbed the thing and your father had grabbed your leg and was dragging you backward.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore!" you shouted back to him. "You have no power over me!"

"I am your father! You are my property! That burn on your face if proof of that!" he started to lunge forward, but from behind he was pulled back by Nikki, who held his switchblade to the older man's throat.

"She doesn't answer to you, asshole" his eyes were fully black, him pressing the blade to your father's neck drawing blood. With three more men who were more than capable of kicking his ass behind him, your father relented and stepped back.

"This isn't over, Frankie" he scoffed.

"My name is Nikki" your boyfriend corrected him "and if we ever see your face again, I'll gut you like a fish."

Your father then left, you breathing a sigh of relief and saying "Thanks guys..." you didn't need to say anything else, all of them knowing full well that it was your father who burned your face. Nikki helped you up.

"You okay, Y/N?" he gave you a once over "You're not hurt are you?"

"No, I'm fine" you assured them with confidence. "Just shaken up is all" soon people started pouring in for the party, Nikki never leaving your side. While you were making out with him later, you smelled the whiskey on him and grinned against his lips.

"Wanna fuck?" he asked, taking you to your room.

"Hell yeah!" you screamed against the music, then slamming the door for semi-privacy.

#motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #motley crue imagine #mötley crüe imagine #nikki sixx imagine #motley crue fanfiction #mötley crüe fanfiction #nikki sixx fanfiction #not mine #submission

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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ACH

Do you listen to anything by Bach? I’ve probably encountered some of his material since I like looking for classical musical playlists to listen to on Spotify, but I’m nowhere near being a devoted fan or anything like that.

ASH

Do you like ash trees? I’m not attached to any kind of tree, really – but I know I have nothing against this kind, haha.

Do you have the ashes of a family member or a pet? No. The only ashes I’ve gotten to encounter are my grandpa’s, but we’ve since placed them in our local ossuary so that he can rest in peace.

How often do you feel like you want to bash your head against a wall? Before September, quite seldom. But with this month being so turbulent, chaotic, and nothing like I expected it to be, seldom has turned into every day.

Has anyone ever thrown you a big birthday bash? Sure. I had a big party when I was 7 and I also had a nice slew of celebrations when I turned 18. But if you mean a surprise birthday bash then no, no one has thrown one for me.

Do you know anyone who is brash? I do, but fortunately I haven’t had to work with her for a while now. I certainly often felt annoyed when I used to have to.

Do you typically carry cash or a credit/debit card? OMG Y’ALL I finally opened my own bank account last Friday I’ve never felt so grown-up until now haha. My dad helped me set up my first card, which is a debit card. :)

Have you ever crashed someone else’s party before? No, that sounds so annoying omg. I’d never want to be known as a gatecrasher. I know I’d be pissed if someone showed up to any of my parties uninvited.

Have you ever been involved in a car crash? Yes but fortunately they’ve all been super mild ones. One of my biggest fears is getting involved in a car crash where things would be out of my control and becoming seriously injured, like if a drunk driver crashed into me or if a 12-wheeler loses its brakes and slams into my car or something. I think I’d live in resentment for the rest of my life if that sort of thing happened to me and still ended up alive.

Do you use Door Dash? I didn’t know what this is so I had to look it up, and even though we don’t have Door Dash we do have several apps that do exactly the same services.

How often do you use a dash in your writing? I like using them in more casual contexts like survey entries, personal essays, feature articles, etc. I avoid dashes in academic writing since dashes are not really the most formal of punctuation marks.

Last place you made a mad dash to? The car repair shop that my dad asked me to meet him at because his situation was a little urgent at the time.

Do you make it a habit to flash people? Oh wow, no I don’t. That’s one of the last things anyone can expect from me. I like wearing revealing or skin-tight articles of clothing, but that doesn’t mean I like giving absolutely everything away lol

Do you prefer flash or no flash on a camera? No flash, always. I hate the effect that flash does and I never go for it, unless I’m in an area where lighting is poor.

Is the Flash one of your favorite superheroes? No. I’m not very big on superheroes to begin with.

Do you use the phrase “I’ll be back in a flash”? Not really. I find myself using “I’ll be super quick” more, or using ‘jiffy’ instead of flash.

Have you ever had a gash in your head before? Anywhere else on your body? I sported a gash near my eyebrow once because of some cousin who tried to blind me by hurling a glass jar towards my left eye and just narrowly missing my actual eyeball. Now there’s a scar in its place. Currently, I have multiple gashes on my arms and legs because Cooper.

Do you like hash browns? They’re okay, but I can’t have them all the time because I find them way too greasy for my enjoyment.

Do you do hash? No.

How often do you use hash tags? Almost never, unless I’m fighting for a political cause like BLM or calling for free mass testing. Hashtags got real lame real quick when they started getting popular around 7-8 years ago.

Do you have long eyelashes? Yes, it’s my favorite feature of mine and I get compliments on them fairly often.

How often do you lash out at others? For what reasons? Not often, but when I do it’s almost always because I’m already buckling under immense pressure and probably have nowhere to release my stress onto. I don’t turn it into an automatic mechanism though, because I don’t want to make others feel like shit for things they didn’t do.

Do you like mashed potatoes? I enjoy them but they’re not really my favorite dish. I can do 4-5 spoonfuls of them before getting over them haha, like I can never seem to finish a serving of it.

Do you typically gnash your teeth together? No I HATEEEE the sensation and the sound that it makes. My sister grinds her teeth in her sleep and it drives me nuts whenever we’re on a family trip and we share a room.

Do you know someone who speaks balderdash? Sure.

What color is the backsplash of your kitchen? White.

Have you ever had any rashes before? What kinds? Yes. Back in high school I used to occasionally get a random itchy area on my leg and whenever I’d scratch it, it would turn into an ugly patch of rashes. I never figured what the condition was but I’m just glad it’s never happened again.

Do you typically make rash decisions? Sometimes. I really tend to impulsive. The last one I made was swapping a full-time job opportunity for an internship with much lesser pay. Even I was surprised by how quick I jumped into the latter, but I like the nature of the work of the internship SO MUCH MORE, and I dunno if I’ll be happy with what I would be doing in the full-time gig. Plus, internships here are never even paid ones, so the fact that they even offered to give me an allowance per day just goes to show how good the company I’m interning for is.

Have you ever worn a sash before? I probably have but I don’t remember what for anymore.

Do you often find that your personality clashes with others’ around you? Yes, but I’m also good at adjusting to all kinds of personalities so I’m not too bothered by the clashes.

Whose tires would you like to slash? Any racist’s tires, really.

Who would you like to smash with? No one at the moment.

What was the last thing you smashed out of anger? I don’t really tend to be violent when I’m angry. The last angry thing I did was to throw my head against a pillow, but that’s it.

Do you have a secret stash of something hidden anywhere? Nopes.

How often do you take out the trash? My parents prefer to do it so they don’t really ask us to.

Has anyone ever told you that you look like trash? Other than myself, no.

Do you like to splash in the pool, the bathtub, or in puddles? I wouldn’t call it my favorite thing to do; I hate the mess that it makes, ha.

Have you ever thrashed violently before? What was the cause? Yeah. I probably embarrassed my grandma for life when I did so, but it was when I had to be confined to the hospital and they needed to insert the IV thing on me. It sent me into the worst panic attack I’ve ever gotten and I ended up thrashing a lot and several people had to hold me down so that the nurse could stick the thing into my wrist.

Do you own and use an eyelash curler? No. Those make me cringe so bad...I hate how they get so close to the eyeball. Kate brought her makeup kit to school everyday and she always made me try to learn how to curl my own lashes, but it just made me feel so nauseated lol

Have you ever experienced backlash from others? A few times before.

Have you ever had whiplash before? Never.

ATH

Do you prefer a shower or a bath? Shower. Much more efficient. Baths are relaxing, but I don’t like how I end up bathing in what’s pretty much dirty water.

Have you ever given another person or an animal a bath before? I’ve only given Kimi a bath. I let my dad bathe Cooper since he’s too much of a handful for now, plus I think it’s fair if we bathe one dog each haha.

How good are you at math? I can answer advanced algebra, statistics, and geometry questions if you give me enough time to review and get reacquainted with the formulas, but I’m perfectly alright with no longer revisiting trigonometry and calculus for the rest of my life.

Do you feel like your life is on the right path? Career-wise it definitely is; I’m happy with the direction it’s going right now. Everything else seems so turbulent at the moment and I can’t say I’m happy.

Are there any bike paths or footpaths in your area? We have sidewalks, if they count.

Have you ever gone on the warpath before? Not really. I do get very angry with certain people if I think they’ve been behaving badly, but I rarely get confrontational.

Is there a birdbath in your yard? No, those aren’t common here at all. I’ve only seen those in cartoons, I think.

Have you ever had a footbath before? Nopes.

What’s the last thing you’ve had to deal with the aftermath of? I can think of one thing but it’s still pretty triggering so I don’t feel like bringing it up at the moment.

Have you ever witnessed a bloodbath? Thankfully I haven’t. I get so queasy when I see blood though; it’s so much better off this way because I wouldn’t be able to deal with one at all.

Are you a sociopath or a psychopath? Do you know anyone who might be? No lol. I don’t think I know of anyone who could possibly be either. I wouldn’t want to associate myself with one in the first place.

Who’s the last person that you faced the wrath of? Myself.

AMP

Do you have an instrument that you plug into an amp? Nope, I own 0 instruments.

When’s the last time you felt amped up? What was the reason? Thursday morning when I parked in front of the office I was gonna have my job interview in. I needed to hype myself up to feel confident so I spent a couple of minutes in the car pumping my chest and screaming and shit, lol

Have you ever gone to day camp or overnight sleepaway camp? No. My mom wouldn’t have allowed me as a kid.

When’s the last time you felt like a champ? It’s been a while. I haven’t exactly felt like I’ve been winning in anything.

Last time it was damp where you lived? This afternoon. It was really humid for a good few hours and then it ended up raining.

Weirdest place you’ve ever had a cramp? My index finger whenever I’d try to use chopsticks; and my toes when I hiked in Sagada. The toe cramps were so bizarre I was actually laughing-crying the whole time the tour guide was treating me; my dad was taking photos of me too loooooool

Do you refer to your grandfather as “Gramps”? No. I call both of them Lolo, which is our local version of Grandpa.

Have you ever worn a headlamp before? No, I’ve never really had to.

Do you have a ramp anywhere in your house? I don’t think so, no.

Has anyone ever called you “scamp” before? No.

How many lamps are in the room you’re in? How many are actually turned on? There is one lamp, and it is currently turned on.

Do you stamp your feet when you are angry? It doesn’t tend to be a behavior of mine, no.

Last time you used a postage stamp? Not sure...grade school, probably? I never used those a lot.

Are there streetlamps on your street? What time do they turn on? Yep. I don’t keep track of their schedule but a safe guess would be either 6 or 6:30 PM.

Last place/area that you wanted to revamp? My room.

Do you know anyone who is a tramp? No.

Have you seen Lady and the Tramp before? Not the full movie but I’ve seen a lot of excerpts from watching Magic English as a kid.

Do you know anyone with a “tramp stamp”? I don’t think so.

AWK/AULK/ALK

Is the squawk of certain birds annoying? Which ones? I’ve never found any of them annoying, but maybe that’s also because there aren’t a lot of different birds flying around where I live.

Do you prefer hawks or falcons? And…why? I don’t have a preference; I’ve never encountered either.

Has anyone ever watched you like a hawk before? That sounds a little creepy and I wouldn’t want to know if anyone has.

What was the last thing you used caulk on? I’m almost positive I’ve never handled that, haha.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#survey #surveys

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deathboundinautumn · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Meme.

Mun & Muse

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: @foxcharmed (ily) tagging: oof this is a longer one so ima tag only a few people @rock-you-like-a-hurricxne, @niflheimqueen, @tacitusauxilium, @finalhxaven, @dxfiedfxte, and anyone who wants to do it, steal it from me (I wont tell if you dont ;) )

MY MUSE IS: canon / oc / au / slightly canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated.

IS YOUR CHARACTER POPULAR IN THE FANDOM? YES? / NO. (I’m not entirely sure? I know he’s generally well-liked in the fandom)

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED HOT™ IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. (I’m pretty sure people think he is)

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED STRONG IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. (Yeah he's pretty fucking strong, just most people dont use him because you only have him for like a month :/ )

ARE THEY UNDERRATED? YES / NO / IDK. (I wouldn’t say they are. I mean the persona 3 fandom is already small as it is and everyone seems to like him so)

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN STORY? YES / NO

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (In vanilla game not as much but in other mediums that tell the story (which are also canon) yes they are)

ARE THEY WIDELY KNOWN IN THEIR WORLD? YES / NO. (just a homeless orphan)

HOW’S THEIR REPUTATION? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. (Depends on who you ask. The other members of the Senpai squad would say he’s the goodest boy. But others call him a criminal/vagrant/troublemaker and all sorts of things. Shinji prefers his reputation to be leaning towards the bad side as he’s more likely to be left alone that way)

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? — I have a very very hard time breaking canon. The big thing being his fate on Oct 4th, its very hard for me to not honor that. I like that his story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I like how his sacrifice impacts the rest of the group. I try to honor that this is what the character wanted and by not letting him have it that im cheapening his sacrifice. That being said I do have my own headcanons about things but I would say theyre hardly canon divergent.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — -pulls out homeless son from the dumpster- look at him, look at this burnt cinnamon roll. He may be just a grumpy ol sour-puss but deep down there’s a heart of gold that can’t help but shine through. Despite his reputation, my boy is wholesome and caring who will always go out of his way to help those in need even if he’ll deny it every time. Just because he’s crunchy on the outside doesnt mean he aint soft on the inside. -tosses him back in the dumpster-

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — Boy I sure hope you like building character relationships at a snails pace because hoo boy is it gonna take a long ass time for you to get anywhere with this boy. Opening up? What’s that? How to do? He doesn’t want to get to know you or your muse. He just wants to be left alone so he can die in peace. Don’t bother him.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — I dunno. I replayed Persona 3 and just really really liked him. Been in the RP game for a few years at that point and decided, meh fuck it. If I don’t like it, I’ll just delete.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — His struggle is something I hold very near to me and really cut me deep and still does. Also all of you who think of me and wanna do things with me and my interpretation of Shinjiro <3

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE YOUR CHARACTER JUSTICE? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? (I believe that I do/am very confident in my portrayal)

DO YOU FREQUENTLY WRITE HEADCANONS? YES / NO / SORT OF? (I think about them alot but seldom write them down. Maybe I’ll start since Im actually starting to use tags to organize stuff)

DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE DRABBLES? YES / NO (Yep yep yep. Somethings start as drabbles that make it into the thread (-cough the flashback of Mitsuru leaving the dorms in a thread I have going with @niflheimqueen-))

DO YOU THINK A LOT ABOUT YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY? YES / NO

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR PORTRAYAL? YES / NO / SORT OF? (tons of praise throughout the year from the community has made me confident that my portrayal is well-liked)

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING? YES / NO / A LITTLE BIT. (sometimes when I’m on, I’m on. Other times I look at my writing and am just like ‘dude find a different hobby’ but I keep on keeping on and the highs have been way better than any low ive gone through.

ARE YOU A SENSITIVE PERSON? YES / NO. / SORTA.

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — Aye if its constructive hit me. But if you’re just hating then that’s not much use to me.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU TO EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — Fuck me up with this shit

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — Sure, though I haven’t really had that happen before

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — Live and let live. Throughout the years there have been other Shinji’s out there who’s interpretation I’ve looked at and been like ‘nah this aint it chief’ but hey you know what’s real easy to do? Not give a shit, live and let live. So if someone didn’t agree with it, I wowuldn’t much care if they liked it or didn’t its my interpretation and if they have a problem with it and make a point to come at me about it in a way that isn’t constructive then I’d say they have the bigger problem.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — I’d be sad because he’s a good boy. But again, if you really dont like him that much you don’t have to interact :’)

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — Ye, I make em a lot sometimes (especially if Im tired or something else).

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — I think so? I haven’t been told that I’m not easy going and I’ve always felt very approachable. I don’t always respond to dm’s but that’s because sometimes I’m busy but im always down to talk ooc. It’s fun :’)

#thanks again ilysm <3333 #I almost lost this but im glad i didn't it was fun

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Yugioh Season Zero: Yuugi Gets a Tomagachi Pt 1

Hey you know what? Lets look at Zero again.

For those new here, I’m also going through Yugioh Season Zero, which is not the anime we got in the States, but the anime that came before it. It’s got all sorts of issues that 90′s anime tend to have, so, consider yourself warned.

You can read my recaps of just Season Zero by clicking on this link right here.

Anyway, it’s been kind of a while since I did one of these, and part of the reason is because I need to use a fandub in order to not have subs across the bottom. And that’s normally not a problem, but as you see in the corner of this next cap here, of the villain introduced this episode, this 3-Stooges-all-stuffed-into-one-body-suit-lookin guy, who has a realllllly weird tradition he does after beating people up,

We have an uhhhhh watermark situation in the bottom right hand corner. As an artist I have a hard time releasing anything with someone else’s watermark on it, but I have literally no other options, so forgive me, Team Millennium, you will probably never see this post because we’re a very smalltime blog. You can find their dubs on Youtube.

Anyway we’re here for pocket toys.

TAMAGACHIS. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve thought about Tamagachis.

(read more under the cap)

Mine are all gone now, I think I tossed them a year after I got them, the fad was pretty strong but short. Since most people got their Tomagachis second hand, (they were just impossible to buy because they were sold out everywhere), none of us had any freakin instructions so I had no idea at all how to use them and it died like 30 times. Usually several times a day.

Honestly Tamagachi’s are both the best and absolute worst child’s toy ever made.

And so Jounouchi’s going to go off about what a Tamagachi is (Tamagatchi? Eh doesn’t matter) but first lets just address the fact that...they’re in History class.

I mean....

...It had to happen eventually.

I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.

I’m just...

...

I’m fine.

Anyway, lets dive into Tamagachi (tomagachi?) physics. I think I spelled Tamagachi incorrectly in all of these caps and hell will freeze over before I fix them all.

These kids are WAY to old to be playing with a freakin Tamagachi, but I dunno, maybe it was different in Japan? My older brothers were playing with like Gameboys and the odd hacky sack during this time period. And then my one brother who refused to play video games that weren’t Basketball related got super into rapping into a mixer table (he is half deaf, he was v bad). That was it, that was their portable digital hobbies.

They saw my Tamagachis and were like...no thanks.

Anyway, the Yugioh Tamagachis have a little twist to them that no Tamagachi on earth has ever had the power to do. Like maybe this seems like pretty low tech to the babies out there who don’t remember these things, but listen--Tomagachis barely functioned. I don’t think they were capable of basic math. That is the only explanation to me at least of how they died so freakin often.

WOW Yugioh. I mean guaranteed, I would have been suuuuper into this when I was 10-11 but also...kind of WEIRD right?

And I mean, no worries, this is Yugioh, so not even Yuugi’s Tamagachi is going to score, but it’s not like they won’t try. TBH, Yuugi’s Tamagachi dates more than Yugi. Yuugi’s Tamagachi goes on more dates than Yugi has in 3 seasons.

Anyway, Jounouchi get’s rightfully scolded out.

And Honda is still a freakin weirdo, something I tend to forget every time I tune into Season Zero, much like this girl, who I also completely forget is a main character on this cast. Hi, Miho.

Of course, Anzu does bring up a good point...

...maybe Spanish is NEXT period?

Headcanon restored.

Miho seems entirely inept at life, to the point that she cannot both attend school and occasionally sweep up the feces of her pocket pet. She was kept up apparently all hours of the night, gazing at a little one inch screen and pressing one of three buttons.

(Anzu’s face trying to understand Miho)

Like I joke that I think Miho could easily be the super villain of this show but this episode she just pumps up the bastard like 200%.

(this is how I ended up with 2 Tamagachi’s, before I burned out and got rid of the little assholes)

So Honda, so horny he can barely think, decides to take care of this pocket pet because he’s pretty sure he can hightail it out of the country with Miho on a romantic trip to Sydney. It sort of makes me kinda miss when Yugioh was vague.

Sensing awkward romantic stuff, Yuugi gets the hell out of there, because weird stuff is happening in this bathroom with his friend, Haiyama, and while most people would leave the bathroom stuff alone, Yuugi has never been able to leave anything alone. Especially if it’s gross and riddled with collusion.

He finds out that Haiyama is giving money to the giant 3 Stooges guy who’s name is Kujiwara (Kujirada) or something like that. I’m hella bad at names and I had to look it up like four times. I’ll get the names spelled wrong like so, so many times.

All in all, the small little Haiyama is divying up money to the current class bully and Yuugi feels a very strong affinity with Haiyama because of it.

Sorry I just had to imagine for a hot minute what the Kaibas would bring to a bake sale.

Anyway, like, this is off topic but also on topic, bear with me, so you know how in Evangelion, they show up to class, and they’re like “weird that we’re in the same class with all the kids who man the robots, weird.” and it’s like “why do they all go to this class if they’re living in completely different parts of the city? Like this one kid is covered head to toe in bandages and then this other kid is the son of the head of the robot illuminati and this other kid lives in like a tent a lot of the time? Like wtf is this weird ass class?” and then, basically near the end of Evangelion you get this reveal (spoilers for a 20 year old anime, look away) that everyone in the class has been hand selected to be put inside of giant robots and that is why so many of them are just screwball beyond reason.

I feel like Yuugi might have a little bit of an Evangelion problem, because we’ve got this class of like maybe...20 students, and they all come from completely different walks of life in this city, and they’re all just a bucket of disturbing psychosis’. Like it is just so crazy that Anzu got completely possessed by Shadi, but this class is filled with so many assholes that no one noticed until she started choking Yuugi to death in the medical ward.

I’m just saying, I think Yuugi’s class was hand selected by the government for scary ulterior robot illuminati motives, and if I were to write a Yugioh spinoff, it would still be Marik’s Boat Time, but in the background of Marik’s Boat Time, these dumb asshole children would be finally forced by the government to use their inner asshole powers to mitigate WWIII against the space aliens (or WW IV, since I figured by that point Kaiba’s already pulled a III just by accident)

Anyway back to little Haiyama, who’s name I cannot spell right to save my life.

This part was real funny to me because when Yuugi went through this similar problem at the beginning of the series, he turned to a toy (or what he thought was a toy) in the Millennium Puzzle. Maybe in his mind, he’s giving Haiyama a gift to help him make friends like the Puzzle did with Yuugi. Thing is, uh.....this Tamagachi isn’t cursed with darkness or anything, so nice try Yuuge, this is a sort of pointless offering. It is nice, though.

Anyway, cute little Haiyama patiently takes the Tomagachi and walks the other way, as far as he can possibly get away, from Yuugi Muto.

DAMN, HONDA. THE BALLS ON THIS MAN.

This note is a note Honda wrote on like a permission slip, and then handed to a dude in class, to hand directly to Honda’s Spanish teacher.

How many jokes have I made that Tristan is the Mom Friend? Wow.

Anyway, this version of Tristan is about as bad at life as Miho is, so he’s going to just peace out in his bedroom playing a pretttttty boring Tomagachi game.

It really takes like just nothing at all for these kids to skip school, wow.

Anyways, they come across a rival game shop storefront, so Yuugi can’t help himself but admire the competition. Surprise, it’s just a different color of Tamagachi.

Before I can contemplate on why this one podunk shop in Domino is selling the only digital pet that is the best in the whole wide world, this happens.

So...that happens. That just happens.

And then we get this weird, very spooky sort of stalker footage of Kujirada, being developed on this amazing set of old timey software, check this out. Please admire how much 1999 is in these next frames.

This episode is particularly weird, but the whole thing with the photo taking is just...it is SO weird.

And like sorry to do this to you, but we’ll go over the rest of it in the next update, cuz this episode had a lot of stuff and so I made just so many caps but...holy hell this episode went completely off the rails. Like this first half is a whole lot of weird stuff but then the next half is just...there’s absolutely no way to predict the next half from the first half of events. It just goes completely wild.

Like this episode further proves my theory that everyone in this class has no choice but to destroy all life with giant mechs. There’s no other way. All of Yuugi’s classmates are here to end the world. Him included. This mess of a class.

#ygo #yugioh #yugioh season zero #recap #episode recap #photo recap #yuugi muto #jounoushi #honda #miho #anzu #tomogatchi #tamagachi #again I do not remember how to spell it

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NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ... Nigga get shut up or get wet up. NEPETASPRITE: :33 < j33z NEPETASPRITE: :33 < roze NEPETIZZLE: :33 < i mean NEPETASPRITE gangsta style: :33 < roze cat...

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Jasproze!

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JASPROSESPRITE^2: W-H-to-tha-izzat be it?

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JASPROSESPRITE^2: Be sum-m sum-m W-R-to-tha-izzong?

NEPETIZZLE: :33 < no i jiznust NEPETASPRITE: :33 < sorry NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ive neva really had anybody like me befizzle! NEPIZZLE: :33 < im not sure how ta hiznandle it

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JASPROSESPRITE^2: Whiznat a reprehensible injustice fo all my homies in the pen. Had yo' colleagues no taste???

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < heh NEPETASPRITE: :33 < well ok i guess eridan hizzay on me a few timizzles NEPETASPRITE: :33 < but his advizzles always striznuck me as cizzy n insincere

JASPROSESPRITE^2: A pox on tha name of dis charlatan, chill yo. I H-to-tha-izziss on hizzay grizzle.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < hes dead in all flavas?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Yes straight from long beach nigga.

NEPETASPRITE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: :33 < gosh NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i mean... Snoop dogg is in this bitch. he could be kizzle of a jerk sometimes bizzy that be still a shizzame :((

JASPROSESPRITE^2: No it isn't like this and like that and like this and uh. It fizzle. Pleaze! Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. Continue!

NEPETASPRITE and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: :33 < huh?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You were spendin'? 'bout bein liked!

NEPETASPRITE if you gots a paper stack: :33 < oh right NEPIZZLE: :33 < um i be jiznust NEPETIZZLE: :33 < still somewhat confuze'? NEPETASPRITE with my forty-fo' mag: :33 < im not sure whizny you like me NEPETASPRIZZLE: :33 < not that im not flattered in tha mutha fuckin club! NEPETASPRITE with the S-N-double-O-P: :33 < bizzay you dont really know much 'bout me NEPETASPRITE: :33 < or ya feelin' me? NEPETASPRITE: Tru niggaz do niggaz. :33 < d-ya?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: No, not R-E-A-Double-Lizzy. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I just know that you be very pretty, n fizzy mah limited interactizzle wit yizzay as a cat, that you be personable n kind. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I don't nee' to know much elze about you ta like you fo all my homies in the pen. I be a catgirl of sizzimple tastes. :3

NEPETASPRITE so jus' chill: :33 < haha NEPIZZLE: :33 < ok NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i gizzuess i cant argizzle wit that! NEPIZZLE: :33 < fo` whiznat its wizzle yizzou s33m very funky ass n pretty as well

JASPROSESPRITE^2: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JASPROSESPRITE^2: (Jizzle, dizzle yizzay hear that?!) JASPROSESPRITE^2: (She likes me too! Real niggas recognize the realness. Dis be almost tizzle good ta be trizzle.)

JAKE: I thiznink you S-H-to-tha-izzould both kiss!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: JAKE!!! JASPROSESPRITE^2: Pleaze, mind yo' manna. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I miznean, nizzle thizzay that isn't an EXCELLENT idea. JASPROSESPRITE^2: But all th'n in due tiznime. Thizzay be a PROCIZZLE ta dis cizzle business. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Much how one doesn't just LIE DIZZOWN fo` a nap. Tha weed-smokin' must be ritualisticallizzle knizzle n massage' before lower'n onizzle 'n a circular fashion fo` a prime snooz'n position.

NEPIZZLE: Anotha dogg house production. :33 < thats off tha hook yo:oo NEPIZZLE: :33 < oh mah goodness what a beautsnifful analogizzle fo' real:'33

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Besides, shizzay hizzay only been prototyped once. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I belizzle unprototyped or once-prototyped kernels cizzle weatha brief or incidental contact, thizne sizzle way you can investizzle tha flame of a candle witout burn'n yo' noze as liznong as you be quick enough. JASPROSESPRITE^2: But the sort of contact we be bustin' 'bout here would be ANYTH'N but incidental. in tha dogg pound;3 and yo momma;3 ;3

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < omg NEPETASPRITE: :33 < yiznou be doggy stylin' me blizzush again wit all dis straight trippin' rap! NEPETASPRITE: :33 < hizzle cizzy yiznou be so forwizzle 'bout thoze th'n now pass the glock? NEPETASPRITE: Slap your mutha fuckin self. :33 < i have pusha met anyone who was so brizzle n confident 'bout lik'n somebody NEPETASPRIZZLE: :33 < hiznow d-ya do it???

JASPROSESPRITE^2: There isn't much tizzle it. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I uze' ta be quite guarded 'bout mah feel'n as a girl. JASPROSESPRITE^2: But ciznats do not hizzave complicizzle thizzay 'bout whizzay should be expresze' and W-H-to-tha-izzen. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Whiznat ta convey 'bout yo' current sizzy of mind be everyth'n. When ta do it be now.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < dont git me wrong jasproze i have a bootylicious affinity fo` all th'n feline 'n nature NEPETASPRITE: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. :33 < but its neva b33n tizzy S-to-tha-izzimple fo` me! NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i git so shy n worry W-H-to-tha-izzat thugz might think of me if i sizzay hizzay i f33l NEPETASPRITE doggystyle: :33 < im always so scarizzle T-H-to-tha-izzat thizzle wont f33l the sizzay way or jizzle T-H-to-tha-izzink im stupid or pathetic or sum-m sum-m

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Was thizzere someone you had feel'n fo` you couldn't rap ta 'bout?

NEPETASPRITE: They call me tha black folks president. :33 < ummmm NEPETASPRITE to increase tha peace: :33 < yizzle

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Wizzy?

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ummmmmmmm NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i dunno im embarrasze' ta say!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You can tell me Nepizzle! Pleaze tell me yo' secret will be safe, I promize mah nizzle!

NEPETASPRITE: They call me tha black folks president. :33 < well NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ok NEPETASPRITE: :33 < as long as yizzy cizzan really k33p a sneakret cuz this is how we do it!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Mah mizzuzzle be sealed. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < it was karkat NEPETASPRITE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: :33 < but i neva told him n im pretty sure he nevizzle found out how i F-to-tha-izzelt bitch ass nigga!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Karkat eh, betta check yo self? JASPROSESPRITE^2: I'll let you 'n on a shawty sneakret tizzoo. You dodge' a vigorous spritz'n witta spriznay bottle there. JASPROSESPRITE^2: He wouldn't be any good fo` yiznou. Oh no no and yo momma.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < why? Anotha dogg house production.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Too many nigga issizzles. Always wit tha shout'n n whizzle. He way tizzay volatile, chill yo!

NEPETASPRITE ya dig? :33 < biznut... i liked that about him!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Oh, but that isn't even all there be ta it! JASPROSESPRITE^2: On our journey he wizzy so obsizzle n controll'n toward hizzy desired matesprit. I do not believe thizzat be anizzle wizzle ta treat a lady! JASPROSESPRITE^2: On tha contrary Nepeta. You deserve sizzle wizzy will RESPECT n ADORE you.

NEPETASPRITE so bow down to the bow wow! :33 < well... Slap your mutha fuckin self. yes NEPETIZZLE from tha streets of tha L-B-C: :33 < i alwizzles hoped ta find someone lizzike that sizzy dizzle NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i dizzay miznaybe Y-to-tha-izzoure riznight but 'n spite of nigga problizzles he might have i alwizzles felt like i sizzle sum-m sum-m 'n hiznim that made me think he could be thizzat purrson!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: N-to-tha-izzope with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Sorry to be tha meowa of bad news. He be just not cut out fizzay you! JASPROSESPRITE^2: Besides, he be involved wit someone elze now 'n that quadrant. He has mizzle on fo' sho'. N so H-to-tha-izzave yiznou! JASPROSESPRITE^2: You be now a sprite. Neitha of us have the same connection ta tha liv'n we once hizzy with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back JASPROSESPRITE^2: 'n quite a rizzeal senze, it be fair ta sizzay that all we have niznow... JASPROSESPRITE^2: Be each brotha. :3

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < a mah nizzle...

DAVESPRITE: hey W-H-to-tha-izzats up

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#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg7870 #seizure warning

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Blurred Lines : Chapter 3 - Ashara

yay chapter 3 continuing the plot line in chapter one, this one’s a long one

Kyradia talks to an old friend (i wonder who it could be *looks at title*) and has to face some of her own flaws

As Ashara turned around her face turned from a calm smile to a frown. “Kyradia how did you get this contact this is supposed to be for emergencies only” she looked furious no wonder to be honest.

emergencies? Kavaraa had failed to tell her about that context, oh god what was she supposed to say this was all a big mistake she didn’t know what to do but she had to say something Ashara was just stood there looking all angry, hands on her hips those narrowed eyes like Kyradia had just suggested a crazy plan.

“well” she said impatiently Kyradia realized she had been silent for over thirty seconds.

“um hi Ashara i uh just wanted to um first of all apologize for what happened on Voss” oh god why was this so hard Kyradia had given speeches to the galaxy before, this was her old apprentice once one of her greatest friends oh right that’s why, she cared a lot more about Asharas opinion.

“oh really you wan’t to apologize now, you seemed pretty clear on your opinion back on Voss” Ashara said her face was all angry and scrunched up god this was gonna be a hard sell.

“yeah i wasn’t really thinking straight at the time and i made a mistake i’m really sorry” that seemed good right, it was the truth after all.

“you tried to SHOCK me” she said raising her voice oh god yep there it is, is there any way to salvage this Kyradia thought, her mind was racing as she tried to think of ways to justify her actions as anything other than cruel which it really was “give me one good reason why i shouldn’t hang this call up right now” oh god it’s do or die just say what you’re thinking be honest.

Kyradia sighed here we go “look... i get jealous of good people they make me feel like i’m inadequate and that i can’t become better. I take it out on them instead of realizing i’m angry at myself” is the truth working Ashara was listening but still seemed angry “and when i saw you so grown up and like a proper Jedi i felt like you had outgrown me and didn’t need me anymore. I didn’t want to lose you so i tried to bring you down to my level by trying to expose your flaws and in turn that made me lose you” wow i don’t think i even knew that about myself before now she thought “i understand if you want to hang up this call and never speak to me again but i needed closure” she paused “that’s one of the reasons i called”

Ashara seemed taken aback her eyes were wide and she no longer seemed so mad “i uh i didn’t realize you felt like that” she looked away from Kyradia holding her arm “how do i know you’re not just trying to manipulate me again”

Kyradia knew the only way to get he to believe her was to let her choose “because if you hang up now i wont pursue it any further I've made my peace i hope you understood it but it’s up to you not me” Ashara actually looked like she smiled for just a second oh thank god for the first time during the call Kyradia relaxed.

“ i’m sorry i judged you so harshly on Voss i didn’t mean to make you feel bad i honestly hoped you’d be proud of me” Ashara looked kinda embarrassed this must be fixed immediately Kyradia thought suddenly knowing exactly what to say.

“ok you have nothing to be sorry about this is entirely my fault and of course i’m proud of you, look at you your everything you ever wanted to be how could i not be proud” at that Ashara went red and looked away clearly overwhelmed .

“thanks master” she said with a shy smile.

“no please don’t call me master call me Kyradia or Ky if you’re so inclined” Kyradia grinned she felt the best she felt in weeks ever since Ossus she couldn’t get these things off her mind her head finally felt clear.

“ok Kyradia” Ashara said rather stnted and awkward “you said this wasn’t the only reason you called” Ashara had sat down now her calm warm smile had returned, Kyradia hadn’t seen that in 7 years. But now she had to go back into the less positive stuff.

“right well i made a similar mistake recently with a close friend she got angry at me for making a bad call and i retaliated” Kyradia put her head in her hands as she talked “now we’re not talking”

“ok i see, but what does this have to do with me” Ashara looked stern again Kyradia hoped this hadn’t put her off.

“i think i need someone to tell me when to stop, i don’t want this to happen again” Kyradia said she hated having to admit weakness, she was supposed to be the leader of the alliance not a nervous wreck “and you seem perfect for that, also i miss your company”

“so you need me” Ashara seemed guarded again maybe come on a bit less strong Ky show her you’ve changed.

“look i’m not going to force you into anything but i would like to show you I've changed so if we could talk in person on Odessen maybe you could help me with those jedi skills of yours” Kyradia really wanted to catch up more than anything but she did need help as well.

“ok fine but i will be on my guard i’ll see you then” Ashara said as she ended the call. Kyradia sat there for a minute contemplating what just happened thank god she understood best get dressed got a Jedi to meet.

Kyradia sat at the Odessen bar hands on her drink tapping the glass furiously she was way too nervous about this, the hard part was over now just to prove you’re a better person.

She felt a tap on her shoulder that shocked her into jumping out her seat, is she here yet? once she focused she saw it was Lana.

“commander are you alright” she said with her eyebrow raised.

“yeah totally fine great how are you” Kyradia leaned on the bar trying to look normal Lana looked thoroughly unimpressed.

“fine, we had a distress call from Kavaraas temple on Yavin 4 and need someone to look into it” oh of course she had to go do something .

“i’m kinda busy right now i’m meeting back up with my old apprentice” Kyradia said with a sigh.

“well i’m afraid we have no one else how can look into it and i think you owe it to her” damn it why was she always right, stupid sensible Lana.

“fine i’ll look into it” no point in arguing with Lana she knows what’s best and she’d almost definitely win the argument.

“good luck with your apprentice” Lana said with a half smile before leaving promptly.

Kyradia went back to sitting for another fifteen minutes before she saw the blue and white lekku of Ashara come through the door she quickly waved her over.

“um hi” Ashara said quietly man what’s the best way to make this not awkward.

“how have you been it feels like forever since we were on the fury” start small yes good easy don’t push it.

“well I’ve mostly been okay after you were captured we all tried our best to find where you were, we did that for about a year, well at least me and Andronikous everyone else kinda disappeared once they gave up on a quick rescue”

“i’m aware of them don’t worry i’m glad you two stayed” she leaned in “you were always my favorite” Kyradia smiled this wasn’t so bad

Ashara chuckled “yeah i know i don’’t think you were that subtle with that” what i thought they couldn’t tell damn gotta be more sneaky “anyway after a while the search was getting to me i was more vicious and stubborn i realised i needed to take some time away to remove the darkness that was building inside me so i had to leave Andronikous which didn’t exactly go down well” i can imagine that man never stopped searching Kyradia thought “he said i was cowardly but i knew i had to go then i studied peace and serenity on Voss until you found me years later” Ashara frowned “since then I've been trying to do what i can to help people.

Kyradia felt bad but thought not to press it right now “well i’d tell you how I've been but 5 years in carbonite and then 2 years documented by the whole galaxy so you probably already know”

Ashara chuckled again “yeah I've been keeping up with your exploits” she said with a smile “thank you for saving everyone i knew you were capable of it” Kyradia smiled but felt a bit somber

“i’ll be honest i was just doing it because i was angry at Arcann and wanted revenge for Marr but i kinda learned a lot along the way” She said half smiling

Ashara gave a smile “i think it was more than just that you had something to fight for you lost something you cared about and knew that what happened was wrong.” damn forgot how good she was at reading her

“sooooo is there anyone else you’ve met along the way” Kyradia gave Ashara a friendly nudge if this didn’t diffuse the tension nothing would

Ashara went bright red as she said that “what? i mean um no i dunno i’m uh a Jedi i” she contiuned to fumble for about thirty seconds while Kyradia gave a evil smile

“you’re messing with me aren't you” Ashara said glaring as Kyradia

“ hehe maybe” Kyradia said this had been great she hadn’t felt this positive in ages it’s a shame she had work to do “i’m sorry to cut this sort but i have to go investigate some distress on Yavin IV, something at a jedi temple” Kyradia was hoping that Ashara would offer to help considering those circumstances.

Ashara looked concerned “what’s the danger?”

“not sure could be pretty dangerous i should be able to handle it” cmon reverse psychology

“ok no i’m not letting you go to an unknown danger alone after what you’ve been telling me i’m coming too” yesss it worked

“ok sure i wouldn't mind some company” Ashara narrowed her eyes as Kyradia said that

“that’s what you wanted wasn’t it” Ashara said with a coy smile

“maybe” Kyradia said looking purposefully shifty. In response Ashara pulled Kyradia into a hug “what are you doing” Kyradia said her arms limp unsure what to do

“getting you back” she smiled evilly “i remember you hate hugs, also you seem to have changed so much i’m so pleased” Kyradia felt a little water in her eyes, eeww feelings

“thanks Ashara” she said returning the hug...

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RWBY Musings #63: The Sleeping Prince. What if…Oscar falls into a deep sleep for the Merging of the Two Souls?

‘Sup FNDM fam! Happy New Year from the squiggle meister! For my first theory post of 2019, since Oscar is a perfect little prince now (hypothetically speaking), consider this for a sec.

What if...for the Merge, Oscar suddenly falls unconscious, putting him out of commotion for when the heroes begin to commence their plan to commandeer an Atlesian airship with the group unsure of what to do to wake him back up.

As Jaune said last episode, they're not leaving for Atlas without Oscar. But what would they do if the Merge suddenly happens and he’s temporarily unable to aid them with their plan for Atlas?

In the fairy tales, it's usually a kiss of true love that awakes the sleeping princesses from their eternal slumber. If Oscar is expected to fall to sleep during the Merge (because I honestly can't picture him being conscious while unceremoniously merging), imagine if… it's love that ultimately wakes him up. Not necessarily from a kiss per say but I have this little hunch where Oscar will start to merge with Ozpin but it’s the love he feels both for and from the teammates he’s grown to care about that keeps him from resisting the part of the process that’s meant to make him disappear entirely; if that makes sense.

Remember the God of Light’s warning to Ozma before his first reincarnation? He told him that where he sought comfort, he will only find pain. In a sense, you can say the God of Light’s heed to Ozma happened twice within the cycle. For Ozma it occurred in his first reincarnation as Diggs after Salem, the former love of his life---the mother of his children---the woman he had refused the peace of the afterlife to return to, killed him with her very own hands as a final sign that she had lost herself to the darkness.

And for Ozpin, it was recently when his own allies turned their backs on him after promising they wouldn’t upon learning the truth. The first deceit came from Lionheart, a friend and member of Oz’s very own inner circle of trusted lieutenants. The second came from the group of young heroes whose lives he had promised to protect and guide. Even Qrow, a former student and long-time friend of Oz who completely devoted to him, turned his back to him and it is his words that made the old wizard turn to grief and isolation for the third time in his many lives (counting Ambroise and Emmanuel---the second and third reincarnations).

Who knows? Perhaps this will be a sign that Oscar is potentially doomed to meet the same fate being challenged by that same love and comfort in others that has left his predecessors crushed by grief? I’m not saying that the heroes will hurt Oscar (at least, not now after what transpired when they thought he went missing). But I can somehow imagine Oscar meeting a dishevelled and grief-stricken Ozpin again within his mental mind palace or Dreamscape and having the older soul mock his young successor for getting himself attached to the love and comfort he feels from the heroes. Imagine…that love and trust is what Oscar will hold onto as a lifeline to keep him from losing himself completely to the Merge?

While I’m aware that Oscar has come to accept his fate now, I can’t help but still feel like that’s all a front from Oscar. It could be just my interpretation, though. It’s just the way how he spoke in V6 C8 gave me the impression that Oscar had technically given up on wanting to resist the Merge while subtly foreshadowing that it could happen this same volume.

“…These past few days, I’ve been scared of the same things you were. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be…me. But I did some thinking and I do know that I want to do everything I can to help with whatever time I have left…”

It wouldn’t surprise me if in a later episode; Oscar does begin the Merge with Ozpin and will reunite with him in his mind for it. Don’t want to anticipate too much but it is a strong possibility of it happening especially since they do have the model of Professor Ozpin. I doubt they just made that for the opening. I feel like Oscar is going to meet Ozpin face to face in his mind and when he does, I think the two souls will have a confrontation that could either be just them standing around and talking (like Raven and Yang in the V5 finale) or end in them literally squaring off against each other in an all-out showdown. We’ve already seen two Maidens duke it out.

Will we get to see the two souls fight next?

I would think we should since it’s something that’s been foreshadowed since the first volume. I love the idea of Oscar literally fighting the Merge. Fighting Ozpin and fighting against losing himself. The thing that has always been hinted about the Man with Two Souls is them fighting for control. So maybe this will be part of the Merge? Oscar fighting against Ozpin for the chance to remain as himself.

We know Oscar has accepted disappearing one day but...what if… it's the love he feels from the team that convinces him he needs to fight to be himself. What if...Ruby shares another Rosebuds bonding moment with Oscar where she basically tells him to fight to be him. And since these words come from the girl we know Oscar greatly admires, it’ll hold a lot of weight and meaning in Oscar’s eyes.

I didn’t particularly like how Oscar told everyone that he was going to disappear soon and everyone was…I guess, so clouded by their relief of him being safe to feel the full weight of his words in that moment.

I just found the fact that there is Oscar basically talking to group like he’s going to technically sort of die soon (I mean it pretty much had that final farewell sort of tone to it, for sure) and everyone is all happy smiles. Like…what? Why are you smiling? Yes, this is a happy moment but what’s being said and foreshadowed isn’t so…again why didn’t we get the characters briefly looking unhappy when Oscar brought disappearing only to perk up when he showed them that even though it’s bad, he’s still determined to do his best like the best boy he is? I dunno. It was a little weird moment for me and one of my gripes with this episode.

I think eventually when things simmer down and once the Merge actually legit starts happening before the team’s very eyes where Oscar gets down because of the Merge, that’s when the others will start to see the light of the child’s words and begin to truly panic about losing him.

Another thing that needs to be addressed are the group’s feelings now about Ozpin. Following the events of C5-C9 and now that Oscar has become an official valued member of the group (as himself), how does the group feel about Oz? This is why I found the happy-go-lucky smiles when Oscar mentioned disappearing for good to be off putting. The group do realize that if Oscar disappears for good, technically that could spell the team being back with Ozpin…kind of…sort of…maybe-ish. I dunno. I just want to know how the group feel about Oz now? Did Oscar’s disappearance also help them to forgive Ozpin too?

I don’t think that is the case which is why I hope it gets addressed in the remaining 5 episodes.

Overall, I just want Oscar to fight to be himself you guys. This is just my opinion here but personally, Oscar has been way too accepting of his fate. I understand that merging with Ozpin is a destiny that Oscar can’t run from. I understand that fully but…I still feel like he should want to fight to be himself if he could help it y’know what I mean? I don’t know if that’s possible or if it’s impossible for Oscar to not fight against losing himself. But nevertheless, I just want Oscar to fight to be him and for someone to tell him to fight to be him. Because Oscar is pretty great.

Plus I think that’ll be the be all end all to both Oscar and Ozpin’s conjoined stories, right? Either Ozpin’s run will conclude this volume and Oscar will take his place on the cast moving forward as his successor, now complete with his memories, knowledge, skills and magical capabilities (hopefully) while still retaining his personality.

So picture …Oscar accepting his fate but also fighting it at the same time. He wants to be a Wizard of Light like the others before him. He still wants to do everything in his power to fight to protect humanity and stop Salem once and for all. But he will not lose himself. So ...rather than Ozpin absorbing Oscar and his mind becoming dominant, it's the opposite where Ozpin becomes a part of Oscar while the former farm boy still gets to be himself.

Basically what some fans have been saying since the beginning that Oz will disappear and become a part of Oscar with our Barn Prince still remaining as himself but gaining all the memories and skills of Ozpin and all the Wizards before him.

Or…Oscar and Ozpin will fuse and this new fusion will be a perfect blend of them both signifying a perfect alignment between the two soul where it doesn’t feel like one has eclipsed the other. It’s both but at the same time it’s not them. Someone entirely new who is as much Oscar as the original while still having some essence of Ozpin in there.

Whatever the outcome, I do think the Merge could be a plot point set for the final few episodes of V6. Emphasis on could. But if it does happen, only then will Oscar’s true fate be decided once and for all. Either that or it gets delayed and Oscar goes into the Atlas Arc now fighting against Ozpin to let the Merge fully take him over. Who knows?

That's just me. Don’t know if you guys would agree or disagree. But anyways, as always, these are just my thoughts and theories. I guess we’ll see what the Writers got cooking for us when C10 premieres this Saturday.

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battle princess ~

** the conclusion of the elven chronicles trilogy ~ **

book i : beyond the stars

chapter i : battle princess ~

space sucks you can't smoke there

i guess i should start by explaining why we're in space; and of course by we i mean me and my brother, shade

my name's pixie not pixie, princess of forlorn, the death princess; but pixie the ii, her daughter

battle princess

we're in space so we can confirm or placate a theory put forward by the royal council that there could be other civilizations other kinds of life forms on the outer moons of acemia; after all some of them have their own orbitting planets

and after all there are all kinds of life on acemia; elves, fae, humans, dragons ..

speaking of dragons, the only person on our ship i haven't introduced you to is my pet enchanted baby dragon gargoyle, knoll; he was my moms our "dad" made him for her

i say "dad" weird

we are enchanted children

our father was damian warlock, the avatar of forlorn, who left forlorn when at last it knew peace to find his long-lost love in the stars, a constellation named lyra we were hoping (supposed in fact) to meet him

knoll was actually playing with shade right meow

"sup wizard?! ~ " i greeted him cheerily ~

"shade put three kinds of fruit in the fruit boogler and it made pretty colors!!!!!" knoll screamed indeed they had, and the room of our spaceship i had just walked into was filled with fractal swirling rainbow colors like a water droplet

"why didn't he put the lid on? .." i answered instinctively, though i was laughing at myself for even asking as well as at my brother

"-that- was knoll's idea!!!" shade insisted "sure it was," i teased back grinning

"are we any closer to a destination port? did you check just now or .. ?"

"no, i didn't think to, sorry; i was making sure we still had enough charge set aside for the elexa if we see damian .." "good thinking .."

with that, we both sort of just stared off into .. well, space

knoll was passionately slurping all of the boogled fruit juice out of the air, flying and bobbing around in dizzying circles which we were both a bit used to after so long in space

"shade? .." "yeah? .." "do you think we'll find him? damian? .."

shade seemed to think for a second

"of course we will .." he finally answered me "good guys always win" "that's right," he made me smile, "good guys always win .."

it had been our motto since we were growing up together in acemia ~

chapter ii : shade ~

pixie seemed quite .. wistful, as she had most of this trip

we were both quite eager and .. curious to meet our enchanted father, damian warlock, the man who had according to legend guided acemia from behind the scenes until the days of change

knoll's giddy exuberant air barrage upon my dissipated fruit smoothy had settled down into a decidedly full and happy bob that trailed across the room to land on a throw pillow on the spacecouch

"what do you think he's like? .." she asked, with the wide eyed expression my sister got when she was thinking beyond what normal humans had the thoughts to think, the way enchanted children do

"crazy .." i answered, smiling "he's like us i'd imagine .." "yeah .." she smiled

with that, i decided i really did want to know if we were any closer to well .. anything

space travel is not the super exciting

i honestly think we should enchant artificial creatures to do it .. like knoll, only maybe without a personality that would be just as bored as we were

not that a spaceship isn't the coolest thing in the world

or space rather

so i got up to check while pixie resolvedly joined knoll in lazing on the space couch

"pixie? .." i called back to her, when i'd had a chance to look at the light screen forecaster

"mhmglorp? .. ~ "

"do you know what this pink light is near alphastarus aiphax? .."

"no .. ?" she answered slowly

"hmmm .."

with that, the nearbye celestial body indicator i'd noticed started blinking

"what does it mean if it's blinking? .."

"we've never had a spaceship before dear .."

"no, i don't suppose we have .."

and nobody bothered to give us any proper training? you might ask but that was not the way space travel works

there's no telling what you'll have to prepare for until you're no longer terrabound

so damian had left acemia with an enchanted ship that could foresee things the way he could

right now it was foreseeing something quite near us .. something that was blinking

"should we .. man the stations? .."

"we should probably just follow our instincts .." she answered wisely

"yuppers .." i responded in similar wisdom

chapter iii : strangers

we had never had a blinking celestial body indicator before

for that matter, we'd never had a celestial body indicator it was our first

could this be another life form new and strange to acemia? .. i decided to ready the elexa

when i did, the voice that came through almost all too soon was indeed expectedly alien, and for an instant i felt what it must have felt like when humans first met elves or fae .. but then the enchanted translators built into the elexa kicked on and the voice was decidedly human, only in a toungue that .. was not native to acemia

"shade? .. come here .." he did

"blarglblurbleyeegwobrepeat you are tresspassing, and if you do not turn around and return to your native planet we will destroy you with all the destruction destructively!!!"

well .. maybe it was human

i instinctively did the talking so shade could think extra for both of us

and because i hoped a female voice might calm this .. person

"i'm sorry if we are tresspassing near your skies .. we are an exploratory ship .."

"tresspassing, tresspassing, tresspassing!!!" the all too human voice repeated insisting

"we will destroy you with all the destructive destruction!!! you shall be destroyed for tresspassing!!!"

"we are not trespassing .." shade couldn't help himself "we intend to fly past your planet without landing, .." he decided for us

"you are trespassing!!! you will be destroyed with all the destruction of destruction!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

okay so .. these were obviously humans, but .. unless they were under some kind of mindless incantation ..

it seemed that we had stumbled upon a forgotten warlike colony of acemia

"with all the destuctive destruction!!!" the voice continued insisting "we are the most destructive!!!!!!!!!!!"

at this point i wasn't sure if they actually were planning on destroying us or perhaps just our ship so they could conduct some sort of strange and primitive experiments on us, as if we weren't in fact human ..

i was scared

"we don't want any trouble .." shade pleaded

"you are trouble!!! strangers are trouble!!! you are trouble!!!!!!!"

i secretly resolved no matter what anyone said to never try to colonize anywhere

especially space

"fine, please just let us turn around .." shade finally gave in, and his voice mirrored my own disparagement that we might not get to see damian after all all too perfectly

"it's too late for that!!!! we are the most destructive!!!!!!!!!"

with that, the voice erupted in what i could only describe as a primitive warcry

"shade? .." his face mirrored mine in an instant of despair, followed by the resolution of power

"they didn't send normal folk, .." he answered me

"no, they didn't .." i answered back

"they sent the warlock and battle princess of acemia"

chapter iv : battle

in an instant there was a resounding crash that would've been as bad as it sounded if our spaceship hadn't been properly enchanted, and pixie and i knew we were about to be boarded by space humans

the unspoken communication passed between us

"what do we do? .. not get boarded"

pixie grabbed her usual weapon of choice, an enchanted epicsword and slung her longshooter over her shoulder

i grabbed the chubby and comotose knoll and my shooter strap

pixie hit the button that .. uhm .. ejected us into space

it was the moment of truth

not even the legendary damian warlock could survive in the cold lifelessness of outer space without enchantments that not even he could cast himself

but we were (somewhat something like) his kids

also we got lucky and just wound up blasting through the hull of the bordering space human ship into a full battlezone

knoll was actually the first to spring into action, with his trademark canonball move

i swear it wasn't because i panicked and threw the little booger

pixie's approach was a bit more finessed .. she glided through the air like an elven dancer, epicsword clutched above her head, ready to come down with a force of magic on whoever struck at her first

the creature she in fact obliterated headfirst turned out to not be a space human, but in fact the very thing i had been thinking of earlier .. an enchanted soldier sculpture

these space humans however barbaric then must not be truly inhuman .. they had magic

that we were about to destroy uhm with all the destructiveness

pixie landed feet first like a cat without slowing down and pivoted on her momentum, beheading three more stone soldiers in a swinging arc of the epicsword and elbowing a fourth's head into small pebbles

failing another pet enchanted baby gargoyle dragon to throw, i drew my twin spaceshooters

stone soldier heads exploded as bright searing neon lazers straffed the small spaceship cabin

pixie, having made herself a clearing to crouch in, followed my lead and used my cover fire to draw her longshooter and take out a door at the end of the hull

"let's move!"

i checked behind us briefly to make sure knoll was in fact awake and flying

chapter v : the space humans

shade was about as good in a fight as a very lazy uhm .. genius wizard

i swear i just knew in my heart he got that from our dad

but he had it where it counted, and his cover fire allowed me to get down the corridor we had stumbled into and up to another door

we had it in common .. we never missed

"get ready! .." i called to him "i dunno what's in here .." with that, longshooter braced, i pressed the button that opened the door to the next chamber

so these people, however frightening then, must not be truly inhuman .. they had buttons

in fact, it was the space humans, and not their stone soldiers, who greeted us in the next chamber

we could tell they hadn't expected us to make it to them

one way we could tell was that they weren't armed

so you know ..

we didn't kill them right away

before what must have been the chief space human had a chance to call in more stone soldiers, shade spoke instinctively

"stop!!!" he screamed "stop!!! stop!!! stop!!!"

the space humans froze, and .. seemed to react with .. respect

the thought hit both of us at the same time .. we almost smiled at each other

"why are you here?!? why are you here?!?!?!?!" the chief space human chanted

"we were just looking for neighbors!!!" "we were just looking for neighbors!!!" i echoed him

now they were really impressed

"we don't like unnannounced visitors," the space human shook its poor dejected head "we don't like unnannounced visitors..."

he went on .. as if thinking to himself

"we are a proud people... we are a proud people. we are a proud people!!!" he seemed not to know where to go from there

"we're proud of you .." shade seemed to know what to answer him

well we both did but he spoke it "we're proud of you!!"

the space humans again showed a look of surprised impressedment

"you are? you are?!?!?"

"you did make space travel before we did .." i inspired "you did make space travel before we did!"

"yes we did," the space human realized "yes we did!!"

"it's not our fault we wound up here .." shade shook his head explainingly "it's not our fault we wound up here!!"

i nodded agreeing with him

"but, are you friendly to us?" for once the space human actually seemed relatable .. just scared to be in a place it didn't understand, like we were "but, are. you. friendly. to. us?" ..

"if you're friendly to us!!" shade screamed at him "if you're friendly to us!!!!" we both reprimanded the very universe for allowing something like our exploding stone soldier battle to transpire

and with that, the space human showed something that proved it was in fact quite human indeed .. nobility

"see, that's how we feel. see, that's how we feel!!!"

"so we can be friends then? .." "so we can be friends then? .."

again sensibility flashed across the face of the once terrifying creature that seemed to be evolving in front of us

"you can stay if you want, you're cool," the space human gestured i guess he assumed toward the debris we'd left of his uhm .. cliff foot soldiers? .. i'll think of something good later but really around him at the powerful and wonderful universe "you're cool!!!"

book ii : as without so within

chapter vi : on to more space

in fact .. we didn't want to stay we were on a space mission

but we were sure that the space advanced space people would be more welcoming toward visitors, guests, even by their words anyone who wanted to stay on ..

we didn't know what their planet had been called

"pixie? .." "hm? .." "what should we call rock people and space people planet? .." i laughed

she laughed with me and seemed to think

"i was trying to think of a good name for the rock people earlier .."

"hmm .."

"planet of the stone soldiers"

"that's good .." the phrase spoke depths and seeming worlds meanings that we hoped the space people had come to see

"i love stoned soldiers!!!" knoll chanted "we're stone buddies!!!"

"where the hell have you been?!?! .." as the speed of battle passed us we exploded with laughter at the timely reappearance of our pet baby gargoyle dragon

"took a nap!!!" the poor dear griped "shade woke me up and threw me into somebody!!!" "sorry!!"

he seemed either to accept or not care that i was and flew back to the exact same throw pillow he'd been stonedly napping on earlier

pixie and i slung our weapons across the room and into but not onto the spacecouch so they sprawled on the floor around it along with our various knapsacks talismans and whatnots with the precision of true warriors

chapter vii : space face

we had the thought at the same time i suppose, as we often did ..

we should probably leave the elexa on so we could contact other intelligent life rather than just running into it

so we did

it was anywhere from minutes to hours .. absolutely fluk time in space absolutely fluk time in space

but then the second voice in space came through

"ppphhhhhbbblleeeeglorploblorphello? hello? hello hello?"

"hello!?" we exclaimed "who is this!?!?!" ..

"we are of your outer edge,," the creature answered ..

"you are peaceful ??"

"yes" we answered in unison .. there was no question about it

"acemia has know peace then ?? ??"

it was clear at this point that whatever we were speaking to was either of another intelligent species or .. at the very least quite different from the space humans we had encountered

"yes .. acemia knows peace .." it had been true since the times of change

"very very good !!" the alien answered

it was dawning on shade and i that we didn't feel scared like we had when we were talking to the space humans, even though they were so close to us .. this felt .. different

good

but the conversation had already trailed off

finally the silence seemed worth breaking

"can you communicate with minds ??"

shade and i looked at each other

if we had elven blood we could .. our "father" was a mystery

the voice that came through as the elexa returned to the peaceful silence of space was fluking clear as crystal

"peace and love"

"peace and love" we answered in our hearts

for a moment it seemed almost as if in our thoughts so .. conversational we could see a face

floating in outer space all around us, smiling

a space face

book iii : the way home

chapter viii : the outer edges

"i'm not unintelligent,," were the first words out of shade's mouth oh wait i'm shade

no .. pixie was shade

that wasn't right either

somewhere .. somehow somewhere in time no

it was true .. i believed

we had occured to us together that we had drifted outward past where the outer edges were

the alien had said that

"pixie? .." pixie called out to me

"i'm pixie .. no .. you're pixie !!"

"that's what i was wondering !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"damian? .. how long have we been .. like this .. ??"

i couldn't remember

but you just called me damian

oh wait

"you just called me damian .." "yeah" "you're shade"

"no, you're!! shade!!"

" .. i know that .. "

"but how long have we been .. like this ??"

"do you know??"

"no .. maybe knoll knows ...oh my gods where is knoll?!?!? .."

"i'm here!~" knoll managed to chirp, and seemed to have appeared out of nowhere above my head just in time to collide with it and take us both down

it didn't help me clear my thoughts

or maybe it did

"pixie .. no .. shade .. listen .. to pixie .."

"knoll??" i mumbled, rolling across the floor over something rocky

"no, pixie .."

"right. i love you pixie,"

"i love you too mage"

"i love you too damian"

"damian .." the words seemed to freeze on her lips

her .. that was right, of course, i was talking to my sister pixie

had been talking to her in this way for .. hours ? days ? "

wait i wasn't talking to myself ..

"shaaaaaaaaaaaaade,,,,,," she managed again

"whaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttt""""""""""""""""""""""""""

"we're drifting past the outer edges"

"yes .."

in that moment, it seemed to silently pass between us what had happened to us

or was happening

it was hard to tell

"we .. have .. to .. " pixie trailed off "i'm .. no .. noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!"

"yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i answered on instinct as if for the sake of argument of course

you understood that

"pixiee .. knoll .. " were all i could manage

"damian .."

we were both convinced it was a hallucination brought on by whatever we'd uhm .. something

but a man in jet black with long hair that hung in front of his eyes appeared in front of us

in front .. wasn't right

the spaceship ..

it wasn't important

"hey, you made it .." the strange yet familiar toadstool greeted us

"you made it past the outer edges"

chapter ix : past the outer edges

the man who stood before us was undoubtedly my father damian warlock of forlorn

everything else at this time was very doubtedly

very doubtedly

we'd been flying in space pchooooooooo

why am i talking to you?!?!

damian was here

"you made it past the outer edges ,," he said to us together, as if we'd heard the words somewhere before

"i'm sorry ??" i didn't understand what he had said

it didn't matter at all because the look in his eyes seemed to say that he understood

i saw it in shade's eyes

his name was shade .. my brother .. that was right

and my name was pixie

damian must have wanted to give us the coolest names he could think of

right ??

"right" damian answered me

but i hadn't said that out lowwed .. .. or had i ??

did you know ??

maybe it didn't matter

"you named us just for space didn't you ,," my brother managed, or maybe it was knoll

when i thought about it really ,, really ,, really hard .. it was my brother impersonating knoll

that made the least sense of anything that was eeeeeeeehhhhyyyyeeeeeeehhhh happenning ..

or the most sense ..

but i kept remembering that it didn't matter anymore

shade kept remembering that it didn't matter anymore

i didn't know how i knew that when i didn't know anything else

damian looked .. sad

oh gods .. damian was who we were looking for .. he was .. my .. father .. "

we ran toward him

running in space is more like flailing and falling and rolling across the floor

no wait that shouldn't be right

it didn't matter anymore

we ran toward him together

chapter x : home ~

we were all in a room together

in space

all three of us

and we were talking

pixie, shade, and i

in space

space was cold and unforgiving company

and cold and unforgiving company could leave one ..

addleheaded

i just hoped they knew that i would never have wanted anything like this for them, even though we had just met

it seemed as if they understood

the room we were in had been enchanted by a grey mage

that was what we called outers

its healing properties were starting to take effect on mage and elexa .. no .. damian .. ogglblorn .. pixie and shade ,,

i could still feel their confusion

it hurt because i knew it so well

a wizard could wear it like a hat

but space travel left .. a scar .. in the mind

but nothing is forever

i would never even wish the life of a wizard on these children who seemed somehow in some strange and mystical way to be my age, but then, time didn't pass in space .. it went in circles ..

until somebody brought you home

like i had managed to do for them

i hoped deep down that it meant something .. because i truthfully had no idea what was happening on acemia right meow

i hadn't known or cared to know in what i guess must have amounted to lifetimes

call me crazy

it wasn't true of course ; ; i'd left forlorn in peace after a lifetime of fighting evil with magic

and no one could travel in space

but we were all three of us magical

we were all three of us witches and wizards of acemia ~

pixie was just beginning to look at me as if she recognized me .. it was a look i had seen in my own eyes once and searched for in the stars

the look of home

shade, too, was seeming to shake himself out of it in a way that was all too familiar

"who's the little dragon? .. ~ " i asked, smiling, at a time when they had both managed

to smile at me

"its name's knoll,," shade answered me, as if being a wizard i didn't know

"knoll the pet enchanted dragon,," i smiled "yeah" he smiled at me

they both did

acemia was far beyond the stars now ,, to say nothing of forlorn

but we were home

we had a lot of catching up to do

something caught my eyes in pixie's that was indeed quite familiar indeed

"good guys always win ,," she smiled, and shade smiled with her

so even did knoll ,, who was at last flying again

"that's right ,," i answered her "good guys always win"

we all knew ~

#the elven chronicles #trilogy #conclusion #battle princess #oliver treespirit #authors on tumblr #fantasy #science fiction #damian warlock

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korra-the-red-lion · 3 years

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Unnatural Affairs. Chapter 10: Who’s That Girl?

(Ally + Lyn).

Ally.

The blue Honda pulled right up to where we were. Michael was awake now, but unable to get up on his own. I helped get him into the back seat and got in with him. Lyn sat up front with her sister, although she didn’t look too happy about it. Her arm stopped bleeding at this point, or at least was only slowly oozing. I wasn’t completely sure.

Lyn and her sister Olivia looked quite a bit a like for me to tell right away they were related. She had the same square jaw shape that Lyn had, and the same strawberry blonde hair. She wasn’t as tall or broad across the shoulders as Lyn, and while they had the same eye shape, hers were a dark brown. I couldn’t tell in the dark of the vehicle, but I didn’t think she had the same freckles as her sister did either. Or the ears.

Olivia glanced at me in the rear-view mirror. I held her gaze, refusing to be the first one to break it. Finally, she smirked and shook her head. She smoothly pulled out and we were on the way to the hospital.

It was silent in the car, except for the quiet tune coming from the radio. I could feel the tension emanating from up front. Judging from Michael’s fidgeting, he could too.

If I was being honest, it was a little surprising that Lyn seemingly had a complicated relationship with her sister, maybe even her whole family based on that phone call. Obviously, you don’t judge a book by its cover, but she just seemed so happy all the time. I mean granted, that hasn’t been the case recently. But even then, it seemed like she had been bouncing back quite quickly. This just seemed so out of the ordinary for her.

“So,” Olivia spoke up, her voice breaking through the silence, “these are your friends, huh?”

Lyn’s jaw tightened as she nodded silently.

She glanced back at us before looking at the road again. “I’m not allowed to ask what happened to you all?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t,” Lyn said tersely.

Olivia clicked her tongue. “Right. So, you call me in the middle of the night asking for a drive to the hospital, yet I’m not allowed to ask why?”

“Sounds about right to me, yeah.”

Olivia gave an annoyed huff as we waited at a red light. She tapped her finger against the wheel, clearly trying to figure out a way to ask without asking. I shuddered violently suddenly, my teeth chattering. My mind was starting to go against me again.

Lyn turned in her seat to look at me. “You okay?”

I nodded slowly, trying to breathe through my nose. “Just c-catching up to me.”

Lyn’s eyes flashed with concern as she awkwardly reached behind her, taking my hand in hers. “We’ll be there in a bit, so just hold on a bit longer,” she said quietly.

I nodded again, staring into her eyes. We didn’t break eye contact until we pulled into the hospital parking lot. Lyn let go of my hand so she could slip out of the front seat, opening the door for me. I pulled Michael out with me, who stood unsteadily on his feet. Lyn wrapped her good arm around his waist to help him walk into the hospital, Olivia trailing behind us.

The man at the desk looked up when we walked in, shock colouring his features when he saw the state we were in. Lyn insisted that they took a look at Michael first, who looked to be on the verge of being sick again. When asked what happened, Lyn explained it was a camping trip gone wrong. A bear attacked us, and Michael hit his head when we tried to get away. I spared a glance at Olivia, who was stoically listening to every lie Lyn gave.

Someone, a nurse I think, put him in a wheelchair and pushed him away, saying that someone would be out for us shortly. Lyn sighed in minor relief that her lie was bought, her shoulders slumping forward. She shot me a small smile with a wink, and I smiled back.

“A bear attack?” Lyn and I looked over at Olivia, who was staring at us with crossed arm disapproval.

“That’s what happened,” Lyn said mildly. I felt her tense beside me, and I unconsciously slipped my hand back into hers.

“Cut that shit, Lyndsey,” hissed Olivia. “You owe me the truth!”

Lyn scowled, her fingers curling around my hand in anger. “I don’t owe you anything, Olivia. And I’ve told you a thousand times, call me Lyn.”

“I’ll respect you once you respect me,” she snapped.

Lyn stared her down with a steady glare before turning away. “Come on, Ally,” she huffed. “Let’s go wait over there.”

I followed behind Lyn until she picked a seat far enough from her sister. She sat down heavily, wincing as she did. I sat in the seat next to her, watching her carefully. I had a feeling that Olivia was going to stick around for a bit and that Lyn wasn’t going to relax until then.

Finally, her scowl fell away, replaced by a look of guilt. She stared down at her shoes and mumbled, “Sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I just- she’s just- ugh,” she sighed heavily. “We don’t always see eye to eye.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, Lyn,” I said softly. She looked up from her shoes, her eyes searching for something on my face.

She settled for sighing again, this one a little less loaded. “Sorry,” she apologized again. “You don’t need this right now. Are you feeling okay? Are they going to be able to help?”

I gave a nonchalant shrug. Truth be told, I wasn’t feeling amazing or anything. My mind was filled to the brim of that horrible thing we saw, and how close it came to seriously injuring us. I stared down at her hand, tracing my finger along the veins.

Lyn didn’t say anything. She just sat there and let me distract myself until someone finally called her name, telling her she could go in. She asked if I would be okay on my own. I said yes, which wasn’t necessarily the truth, but I really wanted her to get checked on. The look on her face suggested that she didn’t exactly believe me, but she wasn’t going to fight it either. She got up and sluggishly followed the directions towards wherever she was supposed to go, leaving me alone for now.

I leaned back in the chair, trying to continue to breathe slowly through my nose. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, and it did feel like there was a vice around my lungs, but so far, I was away from the edge. My brain was buzzing with everything, however.

The ghost in the mirror had told us that we shouldn’t have been there. Was she trying to warn us about that monster? Why did the monster look so sad? Did it have human feelings? I couldn’t help but think there was something I was missing about the encounter. It didn’t show itself immediately. It wasn’t until we were leaving that it attacked us. Was there something in the locker room that it thought we saw?

I pressed the heels of my hands into my hands, groaning quietly. This was so much at one time. Why couldn’t an answer just fall into my lap? My eyes were stinging, and I tried my hardest to not cry. Was it my fault that my friends got hurt? Was this all because I couldn’t listen to my dad? Should I just have ignored it all?

I was openly crying now, my body wracked with sobs. It just hit me how scared I was. People almost died tonight. I almost died tonight. I shuddered violently as I dug my nails into my face. I started hyperventilating as I curled into a ball.

Aloneallmyfaultwealmostdieditwasallmyfaulticantbelievehowselfishiamimsosorrymyfaultdiediesalmostdied DIE DIE DIE

Vaguely, I was aware that people were talking to me as my vision blacked out.

XXX

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times. My mouth had that dry texture it got when I took my meds. I must have been given something. I let my eyes focus as I slowly breathed in and out, finding peace in the slow rhythm. I ran my tongue over my lips, trying to wet it. I glanced down and saw that they hooked me up to an IV. I pushed myself up gently, careful not to cause the IV to beep annoyingly at me.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Lyn sitting in the chair next to my bed, sleeping. Her head was lolled to the side of her uninjured arm as she snored softly. Her ruined jacket was draped over her legs, and I could see that they covered her arm with bandages. Has she been here the whole time? I felt myself flush when I thought that, mostly in embarrassment. Surely, she didn’t?

Still, it was sweet of her to do that. I wasn’t wearing my glasses, but she was sitting close enough that she wasn’t too fuzzy. I just sat there in silence, watching her sleep. I ended up matching my breathing based on the rise and fall of hers without realizing it. Her hair was down, a sight I’ve never seen before. I never noticed how long it was, but it made sense. It usually went past her shoulders even when it was tied up high. It looked really pretty in the sunlight. Lyn was really pretty. My face burned now, my brain short-circuiting. It sort of just got stuck on that thought and didn’t move from there for a while.

Eventually, she blinked awake. I looked away awkwardly, pretending that I hadn’t been watching her sleep for the last few minutes. She yawned loudly, popping her jaw and stretching her arm, being careful of her left one.

“Morning,” she said sleepily. “How ya f-f-feeling?” she yawned again as she asked.

“I’ve been better,” I said jokingly.

She smiled in response. “That’s good to hear.” Her expression went thoughtful as she said, “I think they wanted to check on you and Michael one last time before we could go.”

“Is he okay?” I felt a pang of guilt hit me in the stomach.

“Yeah. Well, I mean, he’s totally concussed, not much they can do there,” she said with a frown. “But otherwise, he’s fine. I checked in with him before coming in here.”

“How long were you in here?”

Lyn glanced at the clock on the wall. “Dunno, probably a couple of hours. I told the nurse to let you sleep. I don’t think she was too pleased with that,” she snickered.

I giggled too, just getting caught up in her good mood. I’m not sure why she was feeling chipper this morning, all things considered. Maybe she was high on painkillers. I wondered if Olivia had left at some point, but I was hesitant to ask. Lyn must have been able to tell I was thinking though (maybe I did have a thinking face), because she titled her in head in bemusement.

“What’s on your mind, Ally?”

I frowned and shook my head. Lyn frowned too, this time getting out of her chair. She sat on the end of my bed and tapped my knee. “Come on, share.”

My hands curled the blankets up as I looked anywhere but at her. “I was just…just, um… I was just wondering if your sister was still here…?” My voice trailed off to a whisper by the time I got it all out.

“Ally, can you look at me, please?”

I looked up, my face burning with embarrassment. Lyn was watching me with a smile tugging at the corner of her lip. “I’m not angry, if that’s what you were worried about.”

“You’re not?”

“Why would I be angry with a simple question?” Lyn shook her head a little. “Ye of little faith. Sure, maybe Olivia and I don’t always get along a lot, but I think my emotions were running a little high yesterday, you know? She stayed the whole night, sleeping in her car. She’s probably waiting for us to get our asses out of here.”

Lyn looked contemplative for a minute. “I guess I do owe her some explanation though. She did drive out here and drive us here.” She ran her hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face.

I stared at the sheets. My mind was racing through some thoughts, mostly of this conversation but also what took place last night. I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk about that just yet, so I settled for this awkward conversation instead.

“Is there a reason you two don’t get along?” I asked timidly. “I mean…only if you don’t mind talking about it.”

Lyn stayed quiet for a few minutes, her jaw working soundlessly. Her hands tapped her knees before moving on to her hair, where they habitually worked it into a braid. “It’s complicated.” She said quietly, staring off.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even asked-” Lyn reached over and put a finger against my lips.

“It’s okay,” she said. She returned back to doing the braid, though it was going slow since her was moving her arm delicately. “It’s mostly because of my parents. Olivia and Leigh, my older siblings, are kinda successful. My mum just always wanted us to be hard working and successful like she was, so we always competed to gain her good favour.” Lyn paused as she pulled her hair elastic off her wrist and tied off the end of her messy braid. “It just caused a divide between us. And I’m the youngest, so I had to pass her expectations even more because I had more to work for. Leigh always got the best grades easily and went on to get her MD, and Liv was captain of the cheerleading squad and head of the student council when she was in school. I was lot more hotheaded and got in a lot of trouble with my parents and the schools too. Mum doesn’t understand why I’m majoring in History, because according to her that’s going to take me nowhere in life. Anyway, long story short I guess, it caused a riff between us and sometimes I pick fights with them. Like, Olivia knows that how we were treated growing up wasn’t great, but she’s more willing to forgive them than I am. I was kinda worried she wasn’t even going to come and get us, honestly. But I promised that I’d go home for Thanksgiving, so I guess she stuck to her end of the deal.”

My heart just ached hearing that but seeing the defeated look of acceptance on Lyn’s face hurt even more. It was a vulnerable, open look. “Lyn…I’m so sorry, that’s awful,” I said solemnly.

She shrugged. “I mean, it is what it is, you know? Nothing can be done now, damage is done.”

“It shouldn’t be like that, though.”

Lyn gave me a knowing look. “Well, sometimes parents do things that they shouldn’t do to their children. Sometimes they push too far, sometimes they’re too protective. We just have to grow from that.”

I nodded sadly, thinking of my dad. Still, that didn’t make it okay. I wanted to say something, anything at all, but for once, I was lost for words. Lyn gave me a tight smile as she patted my knee. “Seriously, don’t worry about me. I’m okay.” She got off the bed. “I’m going to go check on Michael.”

The nurse happened to walk into the room as Lyn was leaving. I was barely listening as the nurse asked her questions, too focused on those words. Sometimes parents do things that they shouldn’t do. It was so…broken, sad.

XXX

Lyn.

Michael was mildly concussed. Ally was okay, she had been in shock last night and had a panic attack. I had to get some stiches in my arm. Overall, the damage wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. I seriously thought that crazy monster was going to kill us last night. The way Michael was lying there, the way Ally’s face was screwed up in pain from being crushed; those were haunting images. Mix it in with my already pre-existing sleeping problems and you have one pretty sleepless Lyn. Yay for trauma, eh!

I helped Michael into the backseat of my sister’s car. Like I guessed, Olivia stuck around. She even got us breakfast. We took it gratefully, and quietly ate it as we drove back to the campus. I glanced back a couple of times, but the two of them seemed okay. Pale, a little jittery, but okay.

I looked out the window as we drove. Thankfully, Olivia didn’t push me so far. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t later, but at least for now it was quiet. I could hear Ally writing behind me. She was always writing something down. I wonder if it was a coping thing for her, like exercise was for me.

Olivia drove right up to campus, as close as they would let a driver get. She pulled to a stop and looked over at me. I didn’t say anything as I got out. Ally and Michael slipped out of their doors. Michael squinted his eyes as he stood up, covering them with his hand.

“Oh my God, it’s so bright out,” he moaned.

“I wish I had sunglasses to let you borrow,” said Ally.

“I’m probably going to go vampire in my room for awhile, I think,” he said miserably.

“Vampire?” I asked confused.

“Lie in the dark and hope that someone ends my misery with a sharp piece of wood,” explained Michael. He hugged Ally goodbye and I hugged him too. He walked off as we watched him go. I felt like someone should walk him back, but he was looking a little steadier on his feet today. Hooray for modern medicine.

Once he was out of sight, I looked down at Ally. She was looking a little anxious but otherwise seemed fine. I bumped my hip against her, causing her to look up at me.

“I’m not sure what you’re worried about,” I said, “but we’re here. We’re okay. And we’re all still good looking,” I finished with a wink.

Ally snorted lightly. “God, you’re a goof.”

“Yeah, but I’m your goof.”

Ally’s face lit up as the meaning of the words hit her. “Y-y-you’re such a flirt!” she stammered in embarrassment. I laughed loudly as I ruffled her hair. It was a tension releasing laugh. I didn’t even notice how wound up I was until then.

“Yeah, I am. Sorry,” I was still grinning, not really feeling sorry at all. Ally was trying hard to look annoyed, but the corners of her mouth kept turning upwards. She ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to comb it.

“Jeez,” she huffed. “I better go. I feel like a need a year long shower.”

“I guess you should,” my face softened. “Take care, Ally. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay.” She hesitated before going on her tiptoes and kissing my cheek. “Thanks for everything, Lyn.”

My fingers drift over the spot as my face heated up and my heart raced. “Yeah, always.”

Ally smiled at me again before turning to leave. I kept my fingers on the spot, watching her as she slowly disappeared from my sights. Damn, that was smooth. Maybe I should…?

“Adorable.”

I resisted the urge to tell Olivia to shut the fuck up, instead settling for an eyeroll. I turned around and gave her a controlled smile.

“Thanks for everything,” I said as politely as possible. “I’ll see you in a couple of days, I guess.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow at me, looking exactly like mum when she did. “I still think you owe me an explanation for what the hell actually happened to you.”

I sighed deeply through my nose as I clenched my jaw. Olivia crossed her arms, leaning against her car. It was clear that she wasn’t going anywhere. If we were similar in any way, it was that we were both stubborn as an ox.

I should just walk away; I know I should. But I also did feel a sense of guilt of keeping her out of the loop. There was just no way to explain this without sounding like a psycho. After several minutes of painfully awkward silence, I groaned as I walked over, leaning against the car too.

“I can’t really explain,” I said sullenly.

“Try me, Lynd-” Olivia caught herself, “-Lyn.”

“God, you’re so pushy,” I muttered under my breath. I ran my finger around the tip of my ear. “My friend, Jackie Park, got attacked. We were looking into it.”

Olivia looked unimpressed. “Okay? So, how did you get those nasty gashes?”

I shrugged noncommittedly. “I can’t tell you that, you wouldn’t believe me anyway. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine now.”

“You had to get stitches, for fuck’s sake,” snarked Olivia. I shrugged again, only annoying her more. “Stop being petulant!”

“I’m not being petulant!”

“You are totally being petulant!”

“You’re being petulant!”

Olivia scoffed indignantly. “Really, Lyn? That was so childish.”

I was going to snap back but I bit my tongue. There was no point in arguing further. I dropped my head and huffed. “Liv, I don’t want to fight, okay? I’m fucking tired.”

Olivia clicked her tongue but did drop it. Instead, she gestured towards the direction where Ally had gone. “Who’s she?”

I stiffened. “A friend,” I said curtly.

The way she hummed suggested that she didn’t believe me. I rolled my eyes and pushed off the car. I was ready to get out of here.

“Lyn,” Olivia said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see that she was looking thoughtful.

“What?”

“She seems nice,” she said tentatively, pushing her hair behind her ear.

That made me pause for a minute. I searched her face for any signs of deceit but saw none. I stuck my hands in my pocket and scuffed my shoes against the concrete. “She is,” I finally said, my voice nervous. “I like her a lot.”

Her face softened. “She’s so tiny compared to you,” she said jokingly. This wasn’t Olivia I was talking to; this was Liv. My big sister who I first came out to. Liv, who helped me get ready for my prom. The Liv who helped me move into my res because mum didn’t take time off work to help.

“Yeah, she is,” I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. “She’s super smart, definitely smarter than me.”

Olivia smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Well, try not to be too lame when you finally work up the courage to ask her out. Also, you’re plenty smart. Text me if you changed your mind about Thanksgiving, or if you want a ride.” She opened the driver’s door and slipped in smoothly. We waved to each other as she reversed out, and she drove off, leaving me alone.

Maybe I would go, even if I really didn’t want to. After last night, maybe it was time to mend a few of those broken bridges, just in case.

XXX

Ally.

I should have gone straight back to my room. I should have, but I didn’t.

Unconsciously, I found myself under Dahlia’s tree. I don’t know how long I was standing there for, but it must have been quite awhile. Eventually, I timidly knocked on the tree as if I was knocking on her front door.

Dahlia materialized in front of me, causing me to step back startled. She was totally more solid than last time we spoke. I could make out the features of her face. Slender face, high cheek bones with freckles splashed across them, mischievous eyes that were the green colour of the sea, hair done up in that old movie star style. Dahlia was beautiful.

“Ally,” she said brightly. “To what do I owe the honour of your visit today?”

I held my notebook up with a lopsided smile. “Questions, if you don’t mind answering.”

“Seeing as you are my only visitor, I should not be too picky about the nature of our conversations.”

I sat down, making myself comfortable. Dahlia floated down as she watched me curiously, sitting down as well. I took note of her as she did. I could see the dried blood that was splattered all over her dress, the cuts on her arms. Dahlia noticed me eying her and flicked her wrist, all of it disappearing in a blink of an eye.

“No need for that,” said Dahlia innocently. “I’m not the focus, am I? You have questions about that horrible creature, do you not?”

How did you know that? I was about to ask but stopped myself. Dahlia always knew these things, which honestly was highly suspect. I side-eyed her in suspicion before mentally shaking my head. If Dahlia wanted to kill me, she’s had plenty of chances.

I explained to her how Lyn and I (mostly Lyn) had discovered the death of Amelia Turner, but how I didn’t believe that her death matched up with what I assumed about the ghost in the locker room. Then I saw a ghost in the mirrors whose image most definitely didn’t match the one from Amelia’s obituary. I had to stop for a minute before explaining that terrifying beast that chased us down and attacked at us. I also mentioned how human its eyes looked, which Dahlia’s eyes flashed with interest as I explained it, but she never interrupted.

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my chin on top of them after I was finished explaining. Dahlia hummed in consideration as she twirled her hair around her finger. Finally, she flashed a knowing smile at me.

“That wasn’t Amelia, you are right about that. Amelia died over there,” she said, pointing towards Harper Hall. I realized with a jolt that was where Michael saw the dead woman in his dream.

“Anyhow,” she continued, “I suppose I could tell you something that will help. There are two lingering attachments located in that building. However, one of them was murdered here on campus as a student, while the other one was killed just before the grand opening of this atrocious place.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why can you just tell me everything?” I asked in frustration.

Dahlia gave me a lazy smirk, amusement dancing her in eyes. “Because if I did, you would stop talking to me. I’ve been quite lonely these past few decades, and it’s been lovely to speak with someone who holds a modicum of wit. Besides, if I told you everything,” her smirk grew larger as she drawled out, “you’d never learn a thing.”

“But I’m not here to learn, Dahlia!” I slammed my hands on the ground exasperated. “I’m trying to solve these murders while making sure it doesn’t happen to someone else!”

Her eyes narrowed just a fraction before she stood up. “Ally, there is no need to take that tone with me,” she said as she tilted her chin upwards. The look she had as she looked down on me was…disappointed? Maybe disapproval?

I was going to retort, but a group of students happened to walk by, so I pretended to be writing in my notebook as they passed. After they were well out of ear shot, I hissed quietly, “I’m sorry, but this is more serious than a learning experience.”

Dahlia tsked, “I understand that. However, there is a reason why I cannot tell you. You need to discover the truth yourself. You can speak with me again once you are done sulking like a child.” She was gone after that, leaving no indication that she was here at all.

I groaned, raking my hands through my hair. That didn’t go as I hoped. I should have suspected as much, since Dahlia basically has told me next to nothing this whole time. Well, that wasn’t fair, actually. She did tell me that Amelia wasn’t the one haunting the locker room. But why couldn’t she just tell me who it was? Annoyed at her and myself, I shoved all my things back in my bag and stormed back to my room. All I wanted was a hot shower and very long nap.

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dunkalfredo · 6 years

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Mirage Springs (Home Sweet Home)

The protagonist: a young Gadget the Wolf.

The setting: a time when things were... simpler.

(Infidget, except it's that shared Old Friends AU I have with @theashemarie)

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Gadget doesn’t dream about his father per say, but a few months out from the accident and the funeral and the beginning of it all his dreams get… unpleasant.

Always traumatic. Disaster, tragedy, bodily harm, his mother, trapped, his own self, broken and immobile. He wakes up with a prancing heart and pains in his neck, like his head was moving but there was resistance, a pillow in the way. Advil never really helps. He pretends it does.

One night, he spends all of two hours asleep, the second dreaming of a feral dog tearing a cat into two with its teeth. He hears the procession of the cat’s screeches so vividly, struggles with the molasses around his bones as he looks around at the others in the room, wondering if he should look outside, out the window at the sources of the screeches and the dying. Eventually, he does, and finds Finn, his best friend, one he hasn’t seen in person for years and only in grainy jpegs on his monitor, wrestling the wrangled parts of the cat from the bared fangs of the dog, horror pulling at his features in strange, uncomfortable shapes.

Gadget wakes up ten minutes before his alarm. He doesn’t shut it off.

It rings a few times, the peaceful, lighthearted marimbas that normally fill Gadget with destructive intent only reminding him of the hours ahead of him, hours undoubtedly to be filled with migraines and a putrid sickness in his stomach.

He stumbles down the stairs with Frankenstein feet, legs that don’t really fit him and feel short and stubby and long and gangly at the same time, legs that stick out from his body at odd angles, bones that grew too fast and in the wrong places. He sees his mom, Helen, in the kitchen, still and focused on the kitchen counter (empty) and he decides to tell her.

“We need to move.”

It’s the rain outside that sets him off. He sees it in the window behind his mother, feels it in his bones like little hammers against his marrow, chipping away bits and pieces with every impact until there’s nothing left to support his innards and his flesh. Rain, obscuring, blinding, slippery. Too wet and too slick for city tires. Too obtrusive to the eyes of a crowded interstate. Too enticing for accidents, for metal cars with disgustingly fragile bodies inside of them.

Gadget wants to get as far from the rain as possible.

Helen maintains that obsessive, hollow gaze at the counter tile, and only nods, mechanical and noncomprehensive. Gadget hums, accepting it for now and deciding that, maybe later, he’ll ask again, when she’s had food and a good night’s rest. He knows she didn’t sleep last night. Her pacing kept him up. He wanted to join her.

He didn’t, continuing to stare at his wall and eventually dreaming of rabid dogs and festering cat corpses.

Ultimately, it’s a matter of waiting for the house market to open and for Gadget to finish eighth grade, though perhaps not quite in that order. The where isn’t an issue, because there’s only one place that holds the familiarity they desperately need while also giving them needed, necessary space, and the “how” of the matter is settled with his father’s now liquidated assets.

So, July.

There’s the sad, forlorn, empty husk of Gadget that feels close to nothing about this, but then there’s this small, hopeful spark, created and fueled by a face he hasn’t seen properly since a distant, warm but entirely too fuzzy childhood, connected now only to a username tattooed to the back of his brain. Moving has one big, tangible perk, one that’s not centered on recovery, on death, on rain, and he didn’t realize it was there until he was halfway through listening to his mother speak with the realter on the phone.

A familiar face. A friend.

The revelation only reminds him of the loneliness, but. But. That spark shines a little brighter.

In May, they finalize the lease for the new homeowners and work on packing (there’s not much, and Helen has a distressing vastness to her knowledge on quick moving shortcuts; Gadget knows why and has never asked for details. Helen never gave them. It’s better that way).

Gadget’s quick to hop on his laptop as soon as he gets off packing duty, perched on the fat windowsill he used to furnish with pillows and blankets to make a makeshift couch (there’s a word for this sort of window-couch, he knows, but he can’t quite reach back in the recesses of his brain to find it, nor can he find the will or energy to care).

AIM is open and chippering happily when he opens the lid. As soon as the window pops up, he sees Finn’s gargantuan mix of x’s and numerals waiting eagerly for his return.

Gadget’s fingers fly over the keyboard. Mmmmmmmhenlo!!!! finally got the lease signed. were packing right now

He receives immediate whiplash as Finn spams a long, dark block of capital A’s.

Gadget types back, quick and a bit snippy: please don’t break ur a key ull give ur mom a scare

Finn, after hesitation and a guilt that seeps straight into the texts and out of Gadget’s monitor, responds with a single, solemn, h.

thank u, Gadget types.

They launch into quick, idle chatter after that, slowly morphing into something more thoughtful as the hours wear on until Finn sends, after a brief pause: u think ull recognize me?

Gadget’s chest collapses slightly, not quite a sigh but a hefty release of breath regardless. I mean. ive seen pictures but. I dunno

When a quiet, hesitant ‘we’ll see’ flashes across the screen, Gadget flinches, only to force his eyes closed and away from the affronting text. He breathes, in, out, shallow but to a slow count of ten.

It’s just Finn, unsure and insecure and afraid. He’s always worried, Gadget tells himself. He’s paranoid.

But there’s a brief image in his mind of himself looking out at the swarm of bodies in the airport, lugging a suitcase of clothes behind him and a ticket, punched, in his hand, with no one there to greet him.

He doesn’t know if he could handle that.

He doesn’t want to find out.

July. Humid in the north, but bone-dry in the south. That should’ve made it better. It didn’t.

Gadget forgot just how heavy the sun felt in Mirage Springs, and in that brief stretch between plane cabin and port entrance, he’s reminded with vivid, visceral clarity just how much he loathes the heat, even if it doesn’t stick to his neck like it did back home. At least, at home, he didn’t worry about blistered feet and heat stroke.

He tries not to take it as a bad omen, as a sign that this was a bad idea, but it sits in the pit of his stomach and grows fetid.

It doesn’t help that he aches, that his knees creak after stuck in artificial, harsh angles for so long, that his ears pop every now and then without warning because the plane was high but the mountains and trees up north were even higher.

He’s hurt, and tired, and nervous, and overall in a sour, worn mood (not helped by the long minutes spent in one security check after another), and there’s little pomp and circumstance when he’s finally out in the open with his meagre luggage behind him and plane ticket crinkled between his fingers.

Then, he sees Finn.

Or, rather, his mother Helen sees Finn, and he only sees Finn after she puts a knowing hand on Gadget’s shoulder and says, “I’ll go back for the rest of the luggage.”

And she leaves, and it’s just him, and Finn (and an entire airport, but that’s unimportant).

Gadget doesn’t know why he ever worried; Finn sticks out like a sore thumb. Not in stature, the shrinking violet he was, but definitely in the black everything and the thick, sturdy, too-hot boots and the long, long, chaos it was so long hair and really, even without all of that, his scar made him look like some rogue mercenary lost in a swarm of unfittingly normal people, loose from the trail of his target and aimless in his search for a way back on.

There’s no warning before Gadget is, in every sense of the word, swept off his feet.

“You’re back!” Finn booms with every ounce of air in his lungs, voice cracking like an egg on a floor but pitch reaching an unnerving deepness for a teen his age. Gadget’s overwhelmed, with all the earth-shaking timber of Finn’s voice roaring right next to his ear and the room spinning around him and the lack of ground under his feet and, wait, no ground, wait…

Gadget’s placed firmly on his feet mere seconds after the hug-and-spin that was needlessly thrust upon him (though he’d later reflect that, perhaps in other circumstances, maybe he would actually enjoy it, just a little), and his first words are not heartfelt, or gentle, but just as booming as Finn and with alarming distress: “You’re tall!”

This is just about shouted into Finn’s chest (Gadget is still being hugged (and is hugging back, undeniably)) and Finn only knows he said anything over the rumble of the surrounding airport because of the vibrations Gadget’s creaking tenor voice leaves in his chest (proximity, not power).

Finn pulls back, troubled by the tone and not sure what to make of it, simply responding with a dazed, panicked, “Yeah?” that cracks at the end.

His panic is furthered, if only for a moment, by Gadget’s subsequent movements of hand comparison, that funny maneuver where the hand, palm down, is dragged from the top of one’s head straight across to the other person, and Gadget lets out a distraught squeak when his hand bumps against the center of Finn’s sternum.

“What?!” This is Gadget speaking, or rather borderline hollering, as he stares exasperated at Finn. Then, just like that, he deflates. His head hangs. It’s a pity party for one.

Finn stands there, completely dumbfounded, watching his friend stew in his own misery, then walking forward to pat his back with the finesse expected from a young, awkward teenage boy. “There, there,” Finn soothes.

He receives a small, saddened whimper in response.

Later, when Gadget’s home and nestled in a neat corner of his bare room, it dawns on him that Finn’s boots had heels. His ears pop again.

B L E A S E reblog i beg of u my crops are dying

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic forces #infidget #infinite the jackal #gadget the wolf #long post #cw: animal death #its rly brief but im sensitive and ive gotten bothered by this stuff before #so like gotta be careful #the rest of it is kinda punchy and sweet so it should b k #mmmmmmmm hopin i get some reblogs on my fic this time #b l e a s e #OH ALSO #art tag

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COLA | cory.

If there has been one thing to stand out about Cory Osada, best known by the moniker Cola, it’s his tenacity. From the beginning of his roller-coaster career, Cola has met controversy, hate and hyperscrutiny largely with witty retorts and a self-assured insistence on keeping forward. Cola has grown up in the public eye, evolved from a precocious teenager mumble-rapping love songs in his bedroom to an international pop star, with over a hundred song-writing credits to his name and a kingdom of his own in form of Chapel Records, a label collecting the misfits of the Korean pop industry and giving them their deserved platforms. Many love Cola, many hate him; but one can not imply he hasn’t put the work in- from his debut album in 2015, he’s put out a full-length record every year since- until 2020.

“2019 was the best year of my life until it wasn’t.” Cola said in an interview earlier in the year. And it certainly did seem like everything had finally come up Cola. He Has been nominated for Best Male Soloist at MAMA 2019- his first ever nomination, and his pre-singles for his fifth full album were skyrocketing up the charts. The fifth record, ‘Richer Than God & Twice As Pretty,’ was all set to be his third in a row to score a number one on the charts- Until, almost immediately after it’s release, 10 out of 12 tracks eligible for single release were banned from radio and broadcast with no option for alteration- and for reasons largely considered vapid by fans and the general public alike. And unlike previous instances of controversy, Cola had no smirk for the cameras, no wink nor nudge. Cola’s TV appearances to promote the record were brief and his spirits appeared broken, and he publicly wrote a message online to state that he was on the verge of giving up completely. His angry performance at MAMA later in the year was only punctuated by his loss of the award. Cola looked, and would later describe feeling, like he had finally been defeated by the industry that seemed so against letting his hard work and undeniable talent be rewarded.

And so, come July 2020, after dedicating the first half of the year to the star’s push into acting and directly following his performance of a bombastic 33-song setlist at Lost Land 9 times over three weekends, Cola has once more pushed against convention as he drops his sixth record and first ever mini-album, simply titled ‘cory.’

‘cory.’ contains five songs, including the track ‘La Vie En Rose’ which had been made available on streaming services ahead of his festival tenancy, and ‘So That’s Where Your Face Went,’ which was performed as untitled throughout his set list. However, despite the EP dropping in the wake of the most public dark patch in the young singer’s career, ‘cory.’ carries a largely hopeful overtone; ‘I Got Hope (Cause Yesterday Is All Over)’ dares to look at the future as it celebrates what is perhaps Cola’s biggest personal strength- his ability to stand up, dust himself off, and keep going.

Cola will not be promoting ‘cory.’, and no single from it have been sent to radio. “I wrote it for myself,” said Cola. “Because I needed to remember that this entire career I have started cause I just love to write music. It’s really, really fun. And it’s gotten me through a lot tougher things than what I’m going through right now. And I wasn’t going to put this record out, cause it was just... therapy? But performing at Lost Land, I saw kids in the crowd crying as they sang along to my songs. And I think, more than any award or number one single, that validated me. And then, I dunno. I guess I remembered who the fuck I am.”

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i. La Vie en Rose ii. So That’s Where Your Face Went iii. Dreamlove iv. Waltz v. I Got Hope (Cause Yesterday Is All Over)

EXCLUSIVE: Cola gives a track-by-track explanation of cory.

LA VIE EN ROSE

La Vie En Rose was the first song I wrote out of the five on this EP, and I knew straight away that it had to be the sort of... intro to the record? I’ve recently had a huge episode of poor mental health, and that was worsened by both the way that my last record, Richer Than God, was... kind of sabotaged by people with more power than me. But on top of that, I also saw the end of my first real serious relationship. The negative side of experiencing the type of, like... intense, meaningful, love- the kind of love where you’re like “Okay, I thought I had but I’ve definitely never been in love before this” is when it all comes to an end, and then you have to realise “okay, I thought I had but I’ve definitely never fucking had my heart broken like this.” And so I was in a really dark place, where every day I’d wake up and before I opened my eyes, my first thought was that my heart was broken. And so I think I wrote La Vie En Rose in response to how low I was feeling, because it’s such a peaceful song. La Vie En Rose translates to The Life In Pink, which is a very Me phrase, but it’s also a saying similar to “looking through Rose-coloured glasses.” The lyrics reference that idiom, because I think above anything else, La Vie En Rose is a song about choosing to look on the bright side. It’s not as easy as just choosing to be happy, but wanting to recover is the only way you can start recovering. In the bridge, there’s a line about “crafting my new armour.” Ive grown up in the media, and so I definitely built up a tolerance to negativity. But for some reason, the Bans from last year really, really hurt me. They wounded my spirit, and for a while I was ready to just throw the towel in, especially as it sparked up all the old accusations of noise-marketing and doing things for shock value. It’s only been seven months. I needed some time to breathe and let myself feel what I was feeling and figure out how I deal with it this time.

SO THAT’S WHERE YOUR FACE WENT

This is a difficult one. So That’s Where Your Face Went just kind of happened, as a song. I think I came up with the melody of the hook in the car, and I just started singing “It’ll pass, chill. Stay alive, it kills.” This was the last song I wrote for the record, and it almost wasn’t going to be on it because I didn’t think I’d finish it in time. I think I was very influenced by the character I played in the drama True Beauty. I saw a lot of myself in that character, which is a really difficult thing to feel considering how his storyline ended. And so I think a lot of this song is complicated emotions. I’m definitely singing to myself up until the last little outro. But I think like... to sum it up, the song is strange and weird and I don’t really know how to explain it succinctly, but it’s ultimately about being in a shitty and scary situation and dealing with that in unhealthy ways.

DREAMLOVE

Dreamlove is definitely one of the sweetest melodies I’ve ever written. More than anything, it’s about the honeymoon phase of a new relationship. I’m not in a new relationship, and actually, I’m currently getting over a breakup of a long term one. But it’s more of a metaphor of where I’m at in life now. I think Richer Than God and everything that came from that, for better or worse, marked a turning point in my life for me. It’s been a really rough few months ever since, but I’m at at the start of a new chapter and I’m excited, which is why I wanted to write a honeymoon phase song. I had my first heartbreak but it’s healing now, and I’m pretty excited about the future. Even if things inevitably get hard again, I’m enjoying feeling hopeful.

WALTZ

Waltz is an escapism song. It’s kind of similar in sentiment to my song “Barbie Jeep Getaway.” It’s about just wanting to run away and separate myself from everything going on around me. I think I’ve been craving that more than ever. I promised myself a break after what happened with my last album, but then while I guess I gave myself a break from music, I totally worked the entire time. Waltz was kind of this... wish fulfilment that I could just run away and not look back for a while, because I don’t feel good enough and want to be relieved of that pressure, at least for a little while. “I just wanna waltz around it, then it never hurts” is kind of the attitude I’ve had to all the negativity I’ve had to face in my career. I haven’t really given myself a breathe to deal with it, and last year a straw broke the back on that camel. Laughing it all off and basing my image around how much I don’t care about what people think of me may make me look really cool, but it doesn’t do much for my mental health.

I GOT HOPE (CAUSE YESTERDAY IS ALL OVER)

I think the title of this song is pretty self-explanatory. I think that this song is the one that kind of best delivers the thesis of the album in the same way En Rose does. Which is why I knew as soon as I wrote it that it had to be the last song on the record. This EP is about a rough patch, and a broken heart and a sabotaged album that I poured my soul into, but it’s not negative because I think I started writing this as a means to cheer myself up. Performing at Lost Land the past weekend really showed me that no matter what, I do have worth as an artist. That’s what I was struggling with. I was considering never releasing another song again because I didn’t think there was space for me in this industry anymore, and when all those songs from Richer Than God were banned, I felt like I’d been essentially told to just give up. Lost Land really reminded me why I love this, and having all those people sing along to all the songs I wrote, to see faces in the crowd crying because I had made them feel happy, that meant more to me than any number one or any award I might have gotten had I been allowed to promote my album properly. I think the theme of this EP is just... I’m still hurt. I still have a lot to work through, I still need time to heal, but as things stand right now? I feel a little bit better. And I’m willing to count that as a win.

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unproduciblesmackdown · 7 years

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since ive decided ask lists are just things i answer all at once instead of reblogging or whatever here's a halloween one ive filled out, as breathlessly exciting an update as any of them

When you die, what do you want done with your remains? • this is a tough one. the deterioration of the body in any form is just like...pretty impossible to make peace with, there's an inherent revulsion there. but i suppose i have to know that when i'm dead i wont care. i dont want a funeral for sure, i mean i think coffins are kind of weirdly gross so just being dumped in a hole is fine, or really just left in the woods for the coyotes is a noble death, or set on fire is fine, or whatever. let science have it

What is the weirdest thing you own? • ive never really owned anything halloween-ish, especially not now. i do have a necklace with a tiny bit of coal from the titanic, there's nothing spooky about that save for a giant dead mechanical behemoth in the frigid pitch black abyssal depths

Have you ever played with a Ouija Board? • no

Do you believe in ghosts? • not "officially," but really yeah sure

Have you ever had an encounter with things that go ‘bump in the night’? • no. once when i was playing in the trees by our house with my sister and her friend and they said they saw a ghost off in the distance, i didnt like to wear my glasses back then so i couldnt have made out whether anything was there or not

Do you have a Deja Vu story? • no it's just happened at random, unremarkable times / circumstances so routine that i'm sure i was remembering the other week or smthing

Do you still trick-or-treat? • no

Have you ever had a black cat cross you, and have a streak of bad luck afterwards? • no i see a black cat every day and for their sakes i wish nobody would think they were unlucky

Least favorite thing about Halloween? • i dunno. bad movies coming out

Favorite Serial Killer? • none of them, i hate you

Favorite thing to do in a Graveyard? • uh try not to step on graves as a show of respect

Favorite Halloween Movie? • i like scary movies in general but i guess im always in the mood for coraline

Favorite Ghost Story? • i dunno...i havent heard many good ones from like, people directly, but then there's snap judgment and stuff. i like the one about a lady moving into a house with a ghost lady teaching her how to use the antique oven and bake pie crusts and protecting her from rude, bloodstain-leaving ghosts

Have you ever contacted a loved one from beyond the grave? • no. i havent even had a real loved one die on account of no close familial relations and being no-friends mcgee

Your biggest fear? • i don't like mold

Favorite Pumpkin flavored food? • pumpkin seeds

Candy corn or Popcorn Balls? • popcorn balls sounds like i'd rather just eat the popcorn loose, candy corn is fine and everyone pretending its uniquely disgusting really ought to just relax

Trick, or Treat? • treat, obv

Best halloween you ever had? • i think i enjoyed being a bat once. having wings is fun

Do you go to Corn Mazes ? • ive been to one or two i think

Haunted Houses? • i think ive only been through one our college did? idk

Do you own any human remains that arent your own? • does anyone if they werent left their aunts skull via her will or something? no, i don't

Have you ever smashed a pumpkin? • no

Do you like Apple Cider? • yes!

Do you live near any ‘spooky’ places? • a cemetary abt 100 ft from where i sleep. the whole state is haunted tho

Do you ever get goosebumps? • only when i'm cold

Have you ever seen a dead body apart from a funeral? • no

Have you ever broken into an abandoned house or building? • uhhh, yes

Do you believe in Vampires? (not sparkly ones, kids) • you're exhausting, questionnaire. no it was olden people trying to explain disease? and later, why sex is bad

Your scariest memory? • uhh....i dunno i was easily creeped out but also still seeking out horror genre stuff for ages and would be wary af all the time. nothing really comes to mind as "oh man, this was the scariest thing to ever happen to me." being in the bathtub when a circuit breaks is a moment or two of joy, the bottom floor of the dorm i was in for a couple of yrs was a horror movie hallway but also had bathrooms (when the one we shared with the adjacent room was occupied) and a kitchen, and once when i went down there alone i'd taken the elevator (which i also dont love) and the door opened to like pitch blackness and im pretty sure i just waited for it to close and then went back upstairs

Ever heard white noise from a turned off tv or radio? • no

Weirdest Coincidence? • none

Have you ever bobbed for apples? • no

Ever had your fortune told? • no

Favorite skin disease? • what the fuck does this mean!!!! none of them for christs sake

Do you see figures in your Peripheral vision? • not really, unless its like "something is vaguely person-shaped and my peripheral mistakes it for a person" or the occasional movement that's not there. when i stay up too long (like, 40 hrs and beyond) that gets exacerbated

Have you ever seen someone die? • not that i ever knew of

Have you ever caught something large on fire? • no

Favorite ‘fictional’ bad guy or monster that you wish was real? • uh.....a....griffin. not that they're supposed to be evil. theyre just cool

Do you believe in multiple dimensions or worlds? sure, there could be other spatial/time-al dimensions. or parallel universes at all. and life on other planets

Ever held a Seance? • no. once we found a secret seance room in the abandoned basement of the semi-abandoned old house on campus

Ever made a potion of any sort? • no

Ever worn ‘funeral attire’ outside of a funeral? • what is this supposed to mean? no...? i wore a shirt i wore to a funeral outside the funeral, because it was just a black tank

Have you ever made a blood pact? • no just pinky promise anyways ppl

Have you ever worked a spell? • no

Do you believe in curses? • not really but i dont think its for sure not real either

Ever had an animal or pet see something that you cant? • i mean cats do this all the time but not like "dog aggressively barking at nothing" or w/e

Have you ever gotten lost in the woods at night • no

Have you ever caught a photo of a ghost? • no

Have you ever played Bloody Mary? • no

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