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Character Bio

Name: Souta Hiwara

(Japanese: ヒワラ宗太)

Romaji: Hiwara Sōta

Quote: "Don't expect anything to go in your favour."

V/A: Satoshi Hashimoto (Japanese)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Birthday: February 29

Star Sign: Pisces

Eye Color: Ivory Blue

Hair Color: Pewter Grey

Height: 180 cm

Race: Human

Homeland: Crystalsle Village (The fifth country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Forlendo Hiwara (Father)

Eiko Higasa (Biological Mother)-(Cut Ties Off)

Shuna Higasa (Younger Twin Sister)-(Cut Ties Off)

Una Mikan (Step-Mother)

Owen Mikan (Younger Step-Brother)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: TBA (If There's RSA Canon Dorms in the game)

School Year: Second

Class: 2-C (Same Class with Noelle)

Student no. 21

Occupation: Student

High-class Noble (Previously)

Part-time Waiter

Anime Gamer (In Secret)

Club: N/A

Best Subject: Math, Potions, and Flying

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Color: Teal, White and Grey

Favorite Food: Tea (Warm, he slightly picky on the flavours), Fried Ham, Lime Juice, and Crepes,

Least Favorite Food: Kale, Passion Fruit Juice, and Burned Food

Likes: Lastest Anime Series, Video Games (Mostly), Quiet Places, His Group of Friends (Mostly, but is close to his buddy Westyn), His Step-family, Rock Music,

Dislikes: Unwanted attention, Greed, Noisy Places, His Past as a Noble (Mostly), His Mother and Twin Sister (Mostly and Don't), Family Affairs,

Hobbies: Playing Video Games, Using Better Solving Solutions in Math, Comic Readings, Making Kebabs, Writing,

Talents: High-Level Magic, Time Magic, Physical Self-defense, Wind Magic, Weaponry Self-defense, Archery Skills, Lie Detector,

Nicknames: Souta (From his family and friends)

Souta-senpai or Hirawa-senpai (From the freshmen students)

Sou-kun (From Sonia and Noelle)

Sota (From Westyn)

Big Bro (From His Step-brother)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Souta has a tall and muscular male body build, which he looks somewhat slender at a different point of view. He has long pewter grey colored hair which it's slightly long and it reaches to the ground, he tends to ties it up whenever in P.E. classes and he has ivory blue colored eyes, to match his handsome features on his face. Souta wears a stern facial expression, though he can be rather rude at first glance

Personality: Born as the eldest son in his biological family, and before his father had remarried to his step family. Souta had a complicated childhood as a young noble boy till it led him into fear and depression. In other words... It's parental and household abuse, more fully from his mother and twin sister. It lasted for about one month till his father recused him...

Previously he lived in one of the well known fancy cities in Crystalsle but currently he's living in a quiet and simple neighborhood near the marketplace. His father happens work with the marketing areas of Crystalsle's marketplaces.

The Souta were seeing is now a stern and seems rather rude at first glance, though in reality it's just him being a stoic boy, who is slightly recovering from his previous life as a noble, mostly including the pain inflicted onto him from his biological family.

He can be slightly confused if you first met him but he's slightly stoic too like he is friend Harper, but not too stoic though but he seems to have somewhat of an attitude. Souta is often seen with his usually group of friends around campus, but is mostly seen with Westyn whenever they are together as good pair of partners...

Souta knows pretty good humour if you get close to him, he can be patience, cocky and is slightly easy to be teased... But not for long though. Due expect this pretty boy who can tease you back, be prepared alright. But he gets easily into tsundere mode, if you find a counter attack on him.

This former noble can be well cautious around in any new environment. Due to his past experience as a former noble, Souta can be well aware of other people intentions towards either his group or himself. Do expect that boy will give you a silent treatment, that could lasted for almost forever.

A former noble, with an painful experience that anyone can get through... He knows better words than actions.

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Trivia

-The name 'Souta' is primarily a male name of Japanese origin that means Suddenly, Smoothly. While his surname 'Hirawa' means plain of harmony.

-He based on a few characters. The clock tower (From Cinderella), Fuyukiku (From Destiny Ninja Two), and Subaru Natsuki (From Re:Zero)

-Was interested to communicate with the half-myths, but was a little pissed that the conflicts ruined the chances though.

-He's one of the six chosen scouted students to the school, however like his group of friends, he too knows the conflicts and often distances herself from the ones who are involved with it.

-He was abused by his mother and twin sister due to his father away at business. What's worse is that his mother was cheating on him for about a month or so. After his father found out, a divorce was settled and he and his father left them and started a normal life with his new step family.

-After two months of the divorce, his twin sister almost stabbed his head with a clock hand after seeing him with his new step family, rumor said it that she's now in his place of the household abuse by her new step father while his biological mother was placed in a hospital due to mental stress. But those rumors remained unsure.

-He and Westyn were pen pals during middle school after leaving his blood-related family, he often helps Westyn with his plans on competitions in the past till now in RSA. Meaning that they trust each other.

-His voice sounds rather calming, but the tone changes depends on his mood. Which is why I chose Satoshi Hashimoto to be his voice actor.

-Often helps Sonia with her cover or making songs.

-He and Harper often butt heads with one and another, especially when it comes about Westyn and his incoming plans of winning a contest.

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One member of the team left to make!

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Rudeboy – Audio Money

Rudeboy – Audio Money

  Boss of Rudeboy Records – KingRudy well known as Rudeboy follows up on the success of his hit single ‘Reason With Me’ another grand masterpiece.

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Slight panic attack,

Porcelain Face - Chapter 5

WARNING: Lilo&Stitch 2 spoilers (If you haven't watched it before)

-"So how about we go inside? Have you ever been to a porcelain store before, paper-boy?"

The guy in grey apron asked as the three of them walked into the warehouse of the shop.

-"Nope, and if you want to talk to me with a nickname it's actually cardboard boy." Virgil replied.

-"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, what's your name by the way?" The guy asked, a little nervously from the awkwardness of this conversation so far.

-"Its Virgil" The cardboard boy replied.

-"That's a lovely name you got there kiddo! I'm Patton! I'm the son of the owner of this store, cool right?" The guy so-called Patton said in a cheerful tone.

-"Yeah, yeah. Skip it, that's amazing that you guys finally know each other now but haven't we brought Vee here for a reason???" Ethan rolled his eyes.

-"Ooooh! Yeah! Explanations!" Patton finally replied.

-"Not ALL of the explanations, Pat." - the porcelain boy raised his voice a little with stress and worry.

The older one nodded quickly.

-"Soo.....Do you want to know about your mask?"

Virgil and Ethan both looked questionably at him.

Virgil's expression on his cardboard face obviously said that he indeed wanted to know more about it and the other boy was just waiting for the bomb to explode.

-"Well...I know it's magic but I don't know exactly where it came from, hehe...." Patton laughed nervously, scratching his cheek.

Ethan facepalmed his head then, Virgil though looked pretty confused and disappointed.

-"Guess we're staying here for the rest of the school time...right?" Virgil said, wanting to change the subject, what's the point of asking questions anyway if they won't tell you the answers.

-"Oh no no no! You're not staying in THIS place.

It's only for fixing Dee over here." he said pointing at the porcelain boy

"How about going to the cafe?" Patton suggested getting a glare from the porcelain boy for the nickname that was used in front of Virgil again.

-"You change your mind pretty quickly."the cardboard boy said.

-"Not wanting to be rude of course."

-"Nah, you're not.

He's just like this confused mom friend even if he declares himself a dad" Ethan simply said making the usually bubbly person huff in annoyance before smiling again and saying:

-"Welp, I may act like that sometimes but I do not have a feminine face like you, dear cousin." The older boy smirked as the younger one with heterochromia gasped offended.

-"That's not my fault! Let's just go to the cafe!"

Virgil giggled at their funny relationship, they got along pretty well. 

It was a shame for him to be honest to not have any cousins or siblings....It felt so...lonely.

After they appeared at their destination Patton asked the boys what they wanted to get, since he was the one to buy the stuff.

Virgil wanted to deny but he looked at Ethan instead remembering he didn't eat.

Apparently Ethan forgot for a second as well before getting "angry" again.

-"I can't- You bastard! How dare you Patton?! Right in my face?" The porcelain boy exclaimed as both of them knew what he was talking about, they both laughed. 

-"Your loss. Virgil will get your food then!" Patton simply said as Ethan crossed his arms, pretty pissed off at his miserable non-human being.

-"No, no I don't-"

Virgil tried explaining as Patton gasped before heading closer to the boy and whispering:

-"Please don't tell me you don't eat too."

-"No, it's just I don't want to inpose, please-" Virgil tried saying but Patton kept nagging him until he finally sighed in defeat and agreed.

As Patton went to buy the food and drinks there for a moment was  silence between the two of the other boys until Ethan finally spoke up.

-"Sooo...You're really not ashamed of me being...you know?" He asked as the other boy shook his head pretty fast it could even fall of his neck.

-"No! Of course not! You're wonderful!" He tried defending the other who smiled softly at him.

-"Are you busy tonight?" The porcelain boy asked.

-"N-no? Why do you ask?" Virgil said.

-"Then I'm inviting you over! You can finally meet my queer-platonic mums!" He said exitedly before flushing in embarrassment for saying it out loud."

-"R-Really? They won't mind?" Virgil asked again, a little more shy this time but still with hope in his voice.

-"No, but there is another problem with them that you need to just ignore..."

-"What???" Virgil became a ball of confusion at this moment.

-"They ugh....Think we are a couple? How do you say it....They...ship us?"

-"What???? And why would I be a bout-" Virgil asked with an inside joke.

-"Well, it's not exactly a bout...."

-"I know what it means, dummy. I'm just playing with you to make it sound less awkward."

-"Well, that didn't help-" As Ethan was in his mid sentence he got cut off by Patton who just came back with the food."

-"DA FOOD IS HERE!" Patton happily exclaimed.

With that sentence The boy in vitligo did some hand gestures to Patton, probably the sign language as the boy in glasses glared at him and used the sign gestures back.

Ethan: "F-U-C-K O-F-F P-A-T" 

Patton:"L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E" 

-"What were you saying????" Virgil asked but instead of answering Ethan took the muffin from Patton's plate who clearly yelled at him as he  shoved it in Virgil's face.

Unfortunately it didn't go through his mask as it was intended to.

Instead it made Virgil very uncomfortable.

-"Guess it broke, huh?" Ethan said.

-"I'll eat it later you idiot! Don't shove it in my mouth here if I can't eat it!" Now Virgil was really pissed at the other boy who now tried to apologize to him the best he could.

And it finally worked.

-"How about we go to Dee's house?" Patton suggested.

-"I already asked him that before, he agreed."

-"Yey!" Patton replied still as happy as ever.

-"But I need to get my things first-" Virgil said worriedly.

-"Oh right!" The both of them said in unison.

As Patton drove him off to his house to get his things.

His parents weren't home as usual....

After 10 bare minutes of packing he came back and popped in the car next to apparently Dee.

-"Why aren't you sitting next to Patton in the front sit?" Virgil asked curiously for why the other boy was sitting here when there was an empty sit in the front.

-"He knows why." Patton exclaimed rolling his eyes as Ethan stuck his tongue out at him.

-"Okay then..." The cardboard boy awkwardly replied.

After 10 minutes of driving or so, because Patton couldn't drive faster that 50mph.

[Ethan always woke up pretty early and run 5 km like it was nothing]

When they finally arrived Ethan went to knock on the door as he said:

"Mom C! Mamma D! I'm brought Pat and Virgil home!"

-"Pfff..Mom C, Mamma D?" Virgil said

-"Shut up" Ethan replied as two woman in the age of 30 or close came to the door.

One had light curly hair dyed the color red and as the author would describe African eyes as they were green with a big patch of hazel in the middle.

She also appeared to have a lot of freckles on her face.

She as well as Patton wore an apron but not for painting though as for cooking.

The other one looked more tomboy like, one could say.

She had pretty short but not too short dirty blonde hair, torquise eyes and a literal face of a duck.

She wore a black hoodie and stripped shirt under it, also having trainers and ripped jeans.

-"How's our not-born-from-either-of-us gay son doing?" They both said in unison as he sighed, Patton though giggled and Virgil just rolled his cardboard eyes playfully.

-"Ooooh! Is this your boyfriend you've been talking about?" Mamma D (Dominique) said.

-WHA-NO! HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND MOM!"

Ethan yelled, his face being the color of a tomato at least.

-"Not yet" Mom C (Caroline) said looking at a wall and winking to it. 

[She breaks da fourth wall]

-"God..." Dee whined tiredly.

-"Auntie Caroline and Dominique are funny aren't they?" Patton exclaimed.

-"Um....." Virgil was almost silent, as he as well as Dee blushed madly.

-"Anyways, we are going to my room, what's for dinner?" Dee asked, not caring that he himself didn't eat, since the other two on the other hand did.

-"Mac n Cheese!" Dominique yelled.

-"Mmmm, my favorite!" Patton happily cheered.

-"God, I wish I could eat....It always looks so good..." The porcelain boy mumbled not expecting the comforting pat on the back from his hooded friend in the mask.

-"It's fine, though. I'm used to this torture." The boy exclaimed this time louder.

There was a moment of silence before Ethan asked both of them:

-"Hey guys, what do you want to play?" He said pointing at a giant stock of board and video games.

-"Jenga!" Patton exclaimed

-"Monopoly..?" Virgil said unsurely.

-"Virgie NOOOO I don't want to lose you!" Ethan whined holding the paperboy's hands with the pleading yet fake sadness on his face pretending to be dramatic again making the smaller one giggle.

-"Aww you guys are cute." Patton said, adoring the other two who flushed and moved away a few inches.

After some time of playing board games like dungeons and dragons, Jenga, Uno and Hot Patt-tato they were loosing up for a movie.

-"Oh, oh! Let's watch Bolt!" Patton yelled exitedly.

-"I'd rather watch Jungle Book, It's more classic." Dee criticized

-"What about...Lilo & Stitch?" Virgil suggested, still pretty shy though.

-"which part? I have all four, plus the series." Dee exclaimed.

-"Um....Maybe the second one?" Virgil said.

-"Okay then..."

When the dinner was finally ready they all stopped the movie to eat, except Ethan who didn't want to wait for them here and later getting teased on by Dominique and Caroline, Dee left, offended and flustered, then Virgil and finally Patton.

They got to the part in which Stitch couldn't control himself anymore and screwed stuff up, him and Lilo had a fight and later on Lilo went to play a role without him as he was even more broken.

This scene made them all sob, but not as much as when Stitch was put into the fixing machine as everyone thought it was too late for him.

Now they all fully cried. What was the most surprising was that it wasn't Patton who cried the most at the scene but Virgil. 

Both Ethan and Patton tried to comfort him after watching the part.

Though there was happy ending so nothing really bad then..

-"Virgie, why did you pick a movie which would make you cry so much?" Ethan asked worriedly.

-"I just...wanted to see this part again...For some reason.."

-"Okay then..." The boy in vitligo signed.

-"Oh! Son, it was very nice to meet you and I'd be glad to adopt you as my own." Patton said with a loving stare at the masked boy.

-"Ummm....What?" Virgil asked, pretty confused now.

-"Shh..You're my baby now."

-"...Eth?" Virgil tried asking for help but none came since Ethan just gave the "shrug it off" motion.

After some time of eating snacks and talking, the porcelain boy checked the hour.

-"Oh shit we should probably go to sleep, guys."

-"Language, Dee." Patton rolled his eyes tiredly.

-"But it's only 2 AM in the morning?" Virgil asked as the other two gave him an unbelieving stare which made him regret saying this out loud.

-"Bed. Now" both of them said at the same time.

-"Nooooo" Virgil whined as he was being pulled by them to bed.

-"But my Tumblr-" he tried defending himself but for no use.

-"It won't fly away. Now sleep!" Ethan said in a worrying yet stern voice.

-"Um...I sort of have problems with that."

-"Shouldn't you put your mask away first? It's probably hurting your face no-" Patton asked yet being cut off by the younger boy in the cardboard mask.

-"NO!" Virgil yelled but put his hands to his mouth and gasped at his sudden outburst.

-"I'm so sorry, I- I didn't mean to-" he cried as Ethan came closer to him.

-"It's not your fault, it happens sometimes to every one of us. 

Now do you want me to sing you a song? Maybe it will help you sleep, I don't know...."

The smaller boy nodded without any hesitation even to his own surprise making Ethan chuckle a little as he began to sing Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra.

Which actually worked as his wonderful siren like voice lulled the cardboard boy to sleep.

They both then fell asleep on the porcelain boy's bed as Patton just signed, peacefully this time and went to the living room.

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-"VIRGIL WAKE UP, WE OVERSLEPT!" The voice broke the amazing silence as the boy in the bed hissed lazily not caring.

-"Virgil please, we need to go! Or I'm taking your mask off." Ethan fake-threatend.

Virgil then suddenly flicked from the bed "energized as ever"

Or rather anxious as ever.

As they both sat in the car and run as fast as they could to the classroom...

And there was a new student.

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[dolan-sensations]

SUNLIT SENSATIONS | the first ray of sunlight

how Grayson and Caily met

As bright and nice as it was in Los Angeles that day was definitely not Grayson's day. His own personal sky covered by dark clouds. He's been sitting in front of his  computer for hours, trying to finish editing the last video he and his twin brother filmed. He was almost done when suddenly and for no reason the power went out, ruining all the process he had made during the past hours. As annoyed as he was he did his best trying to fix it and redoing all his work. At this point his back was sore and his stomach was roaring for some food, lunch time had passed a long time ago but it was still too early to have dinner. An avocado toast, you can't go wrong with that no matter what time it is, so he headed to the kitchen to get the breather he well-deserved. But, once again, it was not Grayson's day.

"Yo, E." "Weren't you going to the grocery store today?" The younger twin raised his voice, making sure his brother could hear him from the living room. "Weren't you doing the groceries today?" 

"Holly shit I forgot."

"Ethan." He spetted, clearly annoyed at his twin brother who not only finished all the avocados but he also forgot about doing the grocery and after a short fight, more like a speech from Grayson, on housework and responsabilities, he was heading to the grocery store to get his much needed avocados.

Did I mention today wasn't Grayson's day? Because after driving for almost 20 minutes to the store he found out there were no avocados left. He left out a sight, frustrated, but he was hungry still so he walked through the isles, trying to find something appetizing but also vegan.

Meanwhile in the milk isle there she was, looking up to the top shelf, where the lactose-free milk was sitting. There was just one problem, she couldn't reach it. She thought about climbing the shelf to get it, but she knew how clumsy she was and she was almost certain the whole shelf would fall down. She also thought about jumping until she could reach it, yeah she would look ridiculous but she would get her milk. And she was about to do it, when someone walked  to the milk isle. 

"Excuse me!" She said, trying to get the attention of the boy that was walking in her direction, too busy with his phone in one hand and holding a cereal box in the other. When she glanced at him she felt like time stopped. The guy was handsome to say the least, a real life Disney prince, or the greek God Apollo in bone and flesh, those were the only two ways that came to her mind to describe the boy, probably her age or so, that was standing in front of her. He looked up from his screen, the frown that's been adorning his face for the past few hours disappearing at the sight of her.

He didn't answer, God he probably even forgot how to speak, he could only look at those dark brown eyes that reminded him of his favorite chocolate from when he was a child. Was she even talking to him? No, there was no way, that was not his day, a literal angel was in front of him, that couldn't be real, no. He only got out of his trance state when he heard her voice once again. "Excuse me, can you help me? I can't reach the lactose-free milk." His eyes were not lying to him, she was in fact real.

 "Oh, yeah, of course." He said, already reaching for the milk, looking at the bottle when he had it in his hand. "Lactose-free milk? I've never heard of that, who even buys that?  Have you tried almond? Oat?" He questioned in a funny tone, not trying to be rude or laught at her, no, that was his poor and failed attempt to flirt with the beautiful woman who asked him for help.

But when he turned to the girl, her sweet expression was long forgotten, her dark brows coming together in a frown. Was he really making fun of her and her taste? Grayson's face just dropped, realizing what he just did. He got stunned by her and he tried to be funny and flirty but clearly he fucked up. It just wasn't his day. "I buy THAT. Thank you." She responded with a cold tone before walking away from him, not giving him any chance to explain himself or apologize.

—

It's been almost a week since his little incident at the grocery store, yet he couldn't stop thinking about that girl. It's known that he's the twins that falls in love 7 times per day, but this time? No, this time was different. He only  saw her for like two minutes but her face was already tattooed on his brain. He would be lying if he said he didn't drive himself to that same store every single day hoping to see her again. And that's where he was right now, in the parking lot of that same store, sitting in the passenger seat of Ethan's Tesla ready to leave. 

But then he saw it, fuck, he would recognize that hair anywhere. "Dude, what the f-" Ethan questioned the second his younger twin brother stepped out of the car without saying a word, running towards the car of the girl who was about to leave.

"Hey! Wait, please!" She turned around to see the guy who made fun of her, the fucking greek god she met a few days ago and quite frankly she couldn’t get off of her mind was running to her, so she quickly jumped in her car and Grayson lost all hope for a second, but it quickly came back to him when she didn't close the door, she just sat there, looking at him with an impassive look on her face. 

He got a little intimidated by that, her dark eyes piercing his sou. Was it possible for a stare to be that intense? Apparently yes, but he fucked up once and he was not willing to do it again. "I'm so sorry about the other day. I was just stressed and nothing was going my way and then I saw you looking all kinds of pretty and cute and I tried to be funny because you lit my day and made it so much better by just asking me for help but...fuck. I was a jerk, okay? I know it. It wasn't my intention, but I don't know how to act in front of pretty girls and I-" 

His rambling was suddenly cut off by a laugh, a soft one coming from her lips while she tried to hide her face with her hair. Oh my God did he make her blush? "It's okay, I was a little bit of a bitch too. I'm sorry." Yep, he made her blush. And that was exactly what he needed to boost his confidence.

“So...would you like to-" And once again he was cut off, only this time not by the gorgeous girl in front of him, but by his annoying twin brother who was honking at him. Grayson turn to look at him, and she couldn't help but laugh softly again seeing how frustrated the poor guy was getting. She quickly grabbed her phone and handed it to him, catching his attention. "Here, text you from my phone."

 He took the phone in complete shook, SHE was asking for his number and he froze for another few seconds until he heard another honk, and this time he was kinda thankful for it because it brought him back to reality. So he started typing pretty fast, adding himself to her contacts and then sending a text message to himself, giving back her phone to..."Wait, what's your name?" "Caily, but not like Kylie Jenner, with a C and an A"

"Okay, Caily with a C and an A. Okay." He repeated with the stupidest (and cutest if you ask Caily) grind on his face walking towards his brother's car, who was honking at him for the third time. "Oh and I am-" 

"Grayson" She completed his sentence, reading his name out of her phone screen with a smile. He already loved how his name sounded when it came from her lips. He waved her goodbye and got in Ethan's car with the biggest smile on his face, one that not even his brother could erase with his pettiness.

Suddenly Grayson’s personal sky was not grey anymore, since a tiny ray of sunlight was making its way through the dark clouds, the first of so many.

tags: @justordinaryjen, @ethandolxns & @persistence-ofmemories for the inspo ❤️

it's shitty and cheesy af but that's who i am, sorry

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[wonderland-irwin]

CALM & Synesthesia — Introduction

A few years ago after Youngblood came out, I posted on here a question, and it was rather simple, and it was like “does anyone else see colour when they hear music?” And then I listed a few examples of songs and the colours I saw. Someone actually responded and said no, but that I should search up Synesthesia, because I probably had that.

I was first of all, extremely surprised that no one else saw colours when they heard music. When I reflect back on my relationship with music (music being my one true love), I realize that colours were always there, I just never recognized it until the 2018 release of Youngblood.

Second of all, I was shocked to hear that these colours and what was happening has a name. It’s a real thing. I have a super active imagination, which probably stimulated and woke this part of my brain up and caused me to become more aware of it, but to find out that I wasn’t crazy was a relief as it was shocking.

Synesthesia (which I can never say aloud with it sounding like a sneeze), in basic terms if you don’t know what it is, is sort of labeling things with a colour. A very common form of Synesthesia is words or numbers to colour. I must add here that forms of Synesthesia cross over, so if you have one type, you most likely also have forms of other types. My main form of this is called Chromesethia, which is sound to colour, but the number seven for me is a pale blue, as is the word February.

Synesthesia cannot be forced. It usually happens unwillingly. Personally with Chromesethia, if there’s a lot going on in my brain or in the world, the patterns still occur, however sort of broken up like a shattered piece of a mirror. It affects very little of the population and some people when in drug hallucinations, may also experience forms of Synesthesia.

I have thought for a while about sharing what I see for a while. I’ve tried to do it with words, but when I see patterns and colours, words don’t really do it justice. So with the recent release of the heartbreakingly beautiful, CALM, I figured this would be a great time to explain first how Synesthesia works for me personally, and take you on a hauntingly disturbing tour of the twelve songs, plus whatever deluxe songs arrive, from 5 Seconds of Summer’s CALM.

Before we get into the songs, though, this part, the introduction, is about how Chromesethia is broken down in my brain.

So this form of Synesthesia is sound to colour. We’re going to start with simple notes, as a song writer may, and build from there.

Each note for me, is assigned a colour. I played trumpet in my high school band, an instrument in C, so my B Flat concert scale starts and ends with C. C itself is a gold colour, G is magenta, A is red, B is Blue, F is green, E is brown, D is a dark grey.

Apparently I can’t put the scale in order today, oh my.

Moving on, those colours are pretty much the same colour wherever they are on the staff, although as the sound does get higher (high C for example) the colour quality diminishes slightly, and becomes more of a white space (Think of it like a light blub, where the centre is the brightest, but has the least colour, and as you zoom out, colour slowly occurs).

In regard to flats and sharps, they will be a paler form of the original colour. So for example, F is green. When you think of green, regular green, this green, that is the green of F. F# for example, is a slightly lighter green. I think this is because that it’s not exactly the full version of itself. Does that make sense? It’s not quite F, therefore F# is not quite that shade of green.

It works with flats too. If you told me to play a Gb, I would see a slightly lighter magenta colour. Not completely the brightness and stricking pink of magenta, but pink enough that it is still a G note.

Instruments also have an effect on my brain. If you were to pull out a flute and play a solid tone, and my brain were to focus on the sound of the flute and not the note the flute was playing, it was see pastel purple or pink. The flute is a rather light and airy instrument, and the colours would the reflect on that sound. However, if you were to pick up a tuba and play a note, I would probably see a darker colour, like navy blue.

Voices also have this effect. If I’m paying great attention to a voice, or I specifically like that voice, I will hear a colour (that sounds so weird. I’ll hear a colour). If there are many people in a room and there’s lots of chatter, then I probably won’t see anything because I can’t focus on one specific element. People singing also have an effect. Sometimes it is a shade or two off of their regular voice, it might be the same colour, or a completely different colour.

Since we’re talking CALM;

Ashton: Ashton has a red voice. When he speaks it’s red. Like just your regular crayon red. However when his voice gets soft like in videos where he’s updating us, thanking us, telling us he loves us, his voice goes to a paler red. I wouldn’t say his voice goes pink, which is a paler red, but the red definitely gets lighter and softer.

When Ash is excited or pumped up or performing, his voice goes to a dark red, like a cherry, and black sort of flicks in every once in a while.

His singing voice follows the same pattern as his speaking voice.

The drums, as that is his instrument, are two different colours. His snares, Toms, anything that gives a solid sound is usually shades of light grey. His bass drum gives dark grey vibes (the tuba/flute effect). And the cymbals are that light and airy sound so they’re gold, breaking that white high sound.

Luke: Luke’s voice is all over the place. He is blue when he talks in his normal voice, green when he sings. I should mention that Luke’s, as well as Ashton’s, falsettos are those white space colours as well. Anyways, the blue is sort of the same when ever he speaks, if you want to search up Prismacolour pencils crayons permanent blue, that’s the colour of his voice. Luke’s singing voice is that green and it shows change as movement through squiggles (aside from falsettos). I’ll explain movement in a bit.

Calum: it doesn’t matter what Calum’s doing whether talking or singing, he is either a chocolate brown colour or the colour of honey. I feel like that shows his range. Calum is very soft when he speaks or sings, and those colours to me are soft colours so they make sense as to why they’re Calum’s colours.

The bass is black and surprisingly gold. Deeper sounding instruments are very dark in relation to the colour. However, I think in the case of bass, specifically Cal’s bass, I find the instrument interesting, and I love playing it myself, so maybe that’s why the gold comes through. Sometimes the colour is just there, and I can’t explain it, just gotta accept it.

Michael: Michael is very interesting because his colours are never really the same. When he speaks, sometimes he’s turquoise, sometimes he’s black, sometimes it’s grey, and then the shades varying between those colours, which is super interesting. His singing voice is kind of scratchy looking. If you took a scratch board and a fork and scratched it up, so it was black with white or grey peaking through, that’s his singing voice. Michael’s voice whether singing or speaking is a mystery to me, but also makes complete sense at the same time. 

His guitar, any guitar for that matter, has two different looks in my brain. 

When its a single note, even if I can tell what that note is, it’s gold. It doesn’t matter. It’s a black space with gold dots that are the notes. 

Okay, now the bass is making sense to me, lol.

When chords are playing, it’s more of a gold square with black lines in a grid pattern (like the neck of a guitar).

So guitars are black and gold, I guess.

Synesthesia is something I am still learning about, so here for example, I never made this connection before.

In terms of what songs look like, most times they reflect nothing of the voice or instruments used. With songs it’s more of an overall picture, colours and patterns taken perhaps from mood rather than notes. Sometimes songs have movement, which reflects the pace of the song, and sometimes there is none. In terms of voice, like mentioned with Luke, when I focus on his singing, it’s a green line moving up and down as he sings over top of the overall picture of the song. Sometimes songs have different images as it moves along, but it will usually look the same and the movement most likely changes instead of the picture. Regarding the colours I see, I usually see no more than 5-7 colours, on average, a song has at least 3. The amount of colours is usually an odd number, which I don’t quite understand, but it’s cool.

I think this is all I want to say about what it’s like for me with Chromesthesia. If I remember anything I will add it into other parts, and each part will have the previous parts tagged to it, so you can find the entire album.

If you have any questions, my inboxes are open!

Red Desert will come out once I finish the colouring. Red Desert’s colours are super bright so I need to colour hard and my pencils are dying. I was colouring it to Thin White Lies last night, which hurt when your eyes are looking at Red Desert but your mind is hearing and seeing Thin White Lies. Tell me why I did that. 

OH! Speaking of that, actually, if I see artwork that doesn’t match what my head sees, it will either give me a panic attack or I can’t look at it, because my brain will hurt (a rude side effect that I cannot control). My brain is set in its way and I can’t really change it. This is out of my control. That’s what Synesthesia is.

Lastly, the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer are FANTASTIC at finding a similar, if not the same, colour pallet for their songs that I see. Whether or not any of them have it, I do not know, but I’m glad they’re at least on the same page so my head doesn’t explode when their art comes out.

Okay, NOW I think I’ve said everything. Red Desert will be out soon with a blurb. My inbox is always open for questions! I hope y’all enjoy this thread!

~ becca

P.S if you wanna be tagged in the next parts, I don’t know who’s interested, but let me know!!

#5sos #CALM #synesthesia #introduction #ashtonirwin #calumhood #lukehemmings #michaelclifford

[oh-its-souichi]

Arcade

Yo!

Shigaraki X Reader (kinda??) 

Daughter’s name is Shi... again! because typing D/N really upsets my flow if ya dig

Request:  kittenlordofdarkness said to oh-its-souichi:

Yooooo I just recently found your blog and let me say that your writing brings me LIFE!! Like omg it’s amazing! The way you write Shigaraki is so amazing and seeing him actually get a bit of fluff and normalcy in his hectic life is awesome. Could I please have anything with him, his S/O, and their kid? Like maybe he gets pestered into going to an amusement park with them but actually ends up kinda enjoying some of the stuff like the haunted houses or arcades

Warning: FLUFF a--n--g--s--t, Shig is a lil soft, I got so excited for this request that I overthought it and fudged it up :( :( Shite grammar 

It had been a long ass day. 

He had been drug around by a small fearless grey haired girl in the sweltering heat going from ride to ride, costumed character to costumed character and he was over it. 

It wasn’t supposed to be him bringing Shi to the amusement park, it was supposed to be you, but unfortunately you came down with a horrid flu that kept you bed ridden and barely conscious. 

He pictured your paling and hallowed face in his mind and felt his chest pull uncomfortably. He wished you would just get better so he didn’t have to waste time worrying about you. It was a pain in the ass. 

To lost in his own thoughts he didn’t realize Shi had stopped walking in front of him to gawk at a sign and he ran into her almost knocking her over. “What the hell” he cussed reaching out and grabbing her arm, with a pinky up, so she didn’t fall. “Sorry daddy” she said quietly dropping her gaze to the ground. He furrowed his eyebrows looking down at her. “What are you doing?” 

She pointed up at the sign she had been staring at and smiled shyly. “Can we play together?” 

‘Play together?’ he thought following where she was pointing until his eyes were met by a florescent orange sign that read “Arcade” A mischievous smile spread across his face. “You want to play video games?” He asked croaching down in front of her. She dug her shoe into the dirt and twisted her body around nervously, the skirt she wore swaying with her movements. “Yeah. Grand Theft Auto!” she exclaimed looking at him, her E/C eyes widened happily. 

He stood up "That games not going to be here" He said walking towards the building, two little footsteps trailing behind him. “Just don’t cry when I annihilate you like your mo-” his mouth froze and he felt his whole body cringe at the words that were going to leave his mouth. “Like Y/N does” he continued irritably. 

Shi listened intently fumbling to keep up with him. “You play with mommy?” she asked watching as Shigaraki opened the door pushing her lightly in. He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes” he grumbled looking around. The arcade was surprisingly nice. The carpet was black with florescent rocket ships and stars printed on it. The only real light source in the room were the black lights on the ceiling and the screens. I wasn’t dark enough for him to drop his hood and avoid being recognized but being here was easier on his anxiety. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He glanced down at Shi who was staring in complete awe at the scene around her. He smirked “What kind of game do you want to play anyway?”

She prodded her lower lip in thought her eyes still wandering around. “Oh I know!” she exclaimed jumping beside him. “Fighting game! No killing game. I want to kill, daddy! I will just pick okay? Am I allowed to?” she smiled tugging on his jeans. He patted her head as lovingly as he was capable of. “Whatever. I’ll get coins you pick out a game” he said trying to hide his happy face from her. She squealed and ran off into the rows of arcade machines pushing past the people that stood around them.

He scratched lightly at his neck before turning around and walking towards the back wall that was lined with coins dispensers. He pulled out  few crumpled bills out of his pocket and carefully straightened them out against the machine closest to him. After he got it in an acceptable state he entered it into the slot. To the left of him a group of kids ran in, all of them talking and loudly among themselves. 

“Did you hear they got that new game??” One of them said. 

“Theres a new game what’s it called??” 

“I don’t know. I just know its new!!” 

“You idiot”

Shigaraki smirked taking his coins. ‘At least Shi doesn't talk as much as them, how annoying.’ he thought about to discard another bill until a familiar scream met his ears. He whipped around and looked in Shi direction to see her being pushed, her head smacking off of one of the plastic chars as she fell. 

‘Who the hell?’ he thought scratching at his neck and walking in her direction. 

There was a boy who seemed to be a few years older towering over her a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “I’m playing this game little girl. Go find a different one.” Shi glared up at him tears falling from her eyes her mouth remaining shut. He sped up his pace but before he could reach Shi the little girl had lunged at her assailant and wrapped her little hands around his neck. “Don’t be rude!” she shouted tightening her grip. Due to the size difference the boy was hardly affected by her grasp. “Get off of me!” he said bringing his arms up to push her off but he stopped a gasp leaving his mouth. Shigaraki arriving just in time, stood above him seeing cracks begin to form on the boys skin under Shi’s hands. “No! Say your sorry!” she yelled her arms trembling. 

A  sad smile formed on Shigaraki’s face and he scooped his daughter easily up, cautious of her hands. Quickly he walked to the door and exited the building before the boys parents could find them. “Daddy he needs to say sorry. He needs to!” Shi cried wiping tears off of her face. He looked curiously at her from the corner of his eye, she seemed pretty oblivious to the whole situation. ‘Does she even realize she developed her quirk?’ he thought ducking back behind one of the buildings and setting her down on the sidewalk.  “Will you shut up for a minute.” he hissed casually checking to see if anyone had followed. His crimson eyes scanned the street. Out of the arcade came the boy who was crying and holding his neck. His mother was dragging him with a panicked look on her face. Shigaraki smirked before turning his attention back to Shi who was silently crying, heeding to his request. 

“Hows your head” he mumbled feeling his gut twist at her sad face. Shi nodded slowly. “It’s okay” 

He sighed and looked down at her. “You can’t kill people in public like that idiot.” he said patting her head. A shy smile crept onto her face and she looked up at him. “Thanks for saving me daddy” She said. He grunted shoving his hands in the pocket of his sweater and toying with father who rested inside. “I didn’t save you” he said stubbornly looking away from her gaze. 

“Yeah you did”

“No”

“Yeah! I can’t wait to tell mommy!” She exclaimed jumping and grabbing onto his leg. He pulled way from her quickly seeing all five of her fingers grab onto the fabric of his jeans. “Watch your hands! You can’t act stupid anymore now that your quirk has developed.” Shocked she pulled away and looked down. “My quirk?” she said seeming to think on the subject. 

The topic of Shi developing her quirk came up once between you and him. He secretly hoped that she would develop your quirk and not his. 

It was pretty inconvenient.  

Plus he is already worried about accidentally about touching you wrong and now he has to worry about Shi, a clueless child, doing it.

“Now I’m like you!” she said as if it was the greatest thing in the world. His chest began to swell. “Yeah. Whatever.” he said grabbing lightly onto her wrist and walking her back behind the building towards the street. “It’s game over let’s go. We can play something at base”

Shi squealed “Really?? Thank you daddy!” 

He smiled secretly to himself. 

Today wasn’t so bad after all. 

...

When the two of them got home you were passed out on his bed a wet cloth resting over your forehead. Shi walked quietly into the room and climbed up on the bed being overly careful with her hands. “Mommy” she whispered in your ear nudging your shoulder with her fist. Shigaraki stood out in the hallway secretly listening in on your interaction.  

You opened your eyes and smiled tiredly at her. “Hey sweetheart” you said your voice rough. “How was it?”  Shi gently pushed a few strands of hair out of your face and smiled. “it was fun! Daddy sa-” she paused, looked around the room to see if the coast was clear and began to talk again only this time must quieter. “Daddy saved me from a boy in an arcade but don’t tell him I said that okay? Also I went on rides and oh! I got a quirk like daddies!” 

You closed your eyes feeling a migraine form. ‘This is going to be a disaster’ you thought imagining the difficult months ahead of you. “That’s great sweetie. I’m glad you had fun.” 

Shigaraki came in the room from out in the hallway hearing the stress in your voice. “It’s your fault you have weak genes.” he spit standing at the end of the bed staring at you. “My genes?” you said slightly sitting up. Shi twisted her head in confusion. “Jeans?” she lifted up the blanket and looked at you legs. “Daddy mommy is in pajamas.” she stated plainly. You both looked at her dumbfounded until a laugh escaped your lips. “No Shi we can talk about it later. Go play with Kurogiri while me and daddy talk okay?” 

Shi looked between the both of you hesitantly before nodding her head and slipping off of the bed and out of the room. 

“What happened?” you asked readjusting the cloth on your head. Shigaraki stared at you for a moment before turning his back to you and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Some brat pushed her and she tried to kill him basically.” He lifted up his leg and began to slip off his shoes. There had been a ache in his legs and feet he hadn’t noticed before sitting down. 

You nodded pursing your lips. ‘Well that’s one way to spend your birthday’ you thought picturing what happened. “Did she?” you asked looking him over. He looked tired, all of his extremities sagged a bit more then usual and his hair was disheveled. “No” he grunted slipping off his other shoe. Careful not to rock the bed to much he crawled next to you and slipped underneath the blankets and rested his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you. “-that would have been funny though” he said. 

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to say something snarky but was distracted. “Daddy?” Shi said shyly, standing in the doorway. “Hm” he huffed. 

“Can we play a game now?” she asked. A deep sigh left his mouth and you watched him as he got sluggishly up from his side of the bed. “I guess” he said walking towards his computer. “Come on” 

Shi jumped happily and ran to his side, jumping on his lap once he sat down. “Just don’t ruin my mouse got it?” 

“Got it!”

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tenko shimura x reader #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[miseryff]

20. Jerry Sprunger

Dre

“Crip shit, she wanna suck ona lit dick... AYE AYE AYE” I chuckled as I watched my dumb ass brother, Fred, do some stupid ass dance. “Nigga, you look dumb as shit. Pass the blunt,” laughter continued to escape my lips I watched him pull another one from the blunt. He was showing me and his mans Derrick some video of this Brooklyn rapper. The video was lit, but that song was ass to me. Fred was younger than me though, so this bullshit music was for his age group.

“Is you fuckin with the song tho? Cause this shit tearing up the city right now.”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling as a response. Derrick was the one to chuckle this time. He had us smoking on some exotic shit from Houston. That orange shit Paris was telling me bout maybe two weeks ago. This shit was it. I needed to get a connect. “The song is aight, man...” I knew Derrick was lying his ass off. He just aint wanna kill Fred’s high. Shid, I had no issue doing that though.

“Fuck dat song. Wassup with the weed connect, my nigga? I need this shit in my collection.” I took a long pull from the blunt before passing it to him. He shook his head, so I took sat back and took another pull. Fred had left the living room so I was gonn smoke this shit until he came back. “I’m not in the weed biz so I can’t really help you. I mean I can pass ya number to my dealer and yall set shit up, but that’s pretty much it.” I nodded before telling him to do that for me. “Cause niggaz stay asking me if I got this shit and I’m losing money every time I tell ‘em no. I need this for real.”

“I got you. Yo, Fred!” He called out for my brother before standing from his seat. “Where this nigga at? I gotta go meet my shawty for lunch and he said he need a ride back to L.I.” I continued to inhale the smoke as I listened to him talk about Paris. “Paris told you bout me, right?” I directed that question to him.

“Yea, she said you like her brother or some shit. I respect it.”

“So you know that means if anything happens to her, I automatically gotta deal with you right.” I sat up in the lazy boi seat so that he knew I wasn’t fucking around. Paris was a little sister to me, and I looked out for her. “You ain’t got shit to worry bout my man. Paris in good company.” I looked down at his closed fist for a few seconds before pressing my own fist to his. Aight, good. I ain’t want no problems.

xx

“Wassup, dickrider?”

“Try that shit again.” I would not move to let her into the apartment until she greeted me like she had some damn sense. Realizing that I was not moving anytime soon, she rolled her eyes before restarting. “Hi, brother. How are ya?” I chuckled at her tone before stepping to the side and allowing her entrance into my crib.

“What you doing here, P?”

“Damn, a bitch need a reason to see her mans? You got a bitch in the sack or something? Cause you acting real new.” I shook my head at her dumb ass. She reminded me of Fred sometimes, shit they were only two years apart so maybe that’s why. “Why you here, P?” I asked again before falling beside her on the couch. I had just woken up from a nap when Paris called me saying she was on the elevator coming up. Aint that some rude ass shit?

“I was in Brooklyn doing my hair and decided to stop by before I went home. Aint my shit laid?” I nodded as she showed off her long black hair. “Oh shit, ya hair is black now. How I ain’t notice that when I opened the door?”

“That’s cause ya ass still high, nigga. I know you was smoking that exotic shit with my nigga earlier. Couldn’t even invite a bitch to the cyph.” She mean mugged me before kicking off her grey Ugg slippers. Some bitch asked me to buy her those a few days ago during sex. Random as fuck. My simp ass sure of hell gave her the bread for it though.

“Ya beef is with Fred. I was minding my business when they pulled up and started rolling. I was just an innocent bystander,” I stood from the couch to walk into the kitchen, “want sumn to drink?”

“Juice please.” I nodded before walking into the kitchen. Searching for two clean glasses, I heard Paris’ loud ass. “Ima bring food for us, babe. Just make sure that dick is hard when I pull up!” I shook my head before walking over to the fridge, searching for the mango juice that I bought yesterday, This shit slapped, no cap.

“Don’t be scheduling no dick appointments in my spot, lil girl. Almost threw up my stomach when I heard that shit.” I half joked as I handed her the glass filled with mango juice. She’s actually the one who introduced me to this drink. We had it one day when we was fucking up some Jamaican food from C&J’s. “It ain’t the first dick appointment I scheduled here, so fuck up.” I waited until she rested her glass on the coffee table before I began ticking her exposed feet. It wasn’t until she kicked me in the chest that shit was on. “Now I’m beating ya ass.”

We fake wrestled until we ended up on the carpet, with her on top of me. “Beat who ass?” Staring at the chain around her neck, my face twisted. “We wearing niggaz names around our necks now? Damn, my sis is really cuffed up.” I teased as I continued to stare at the necklace that read Derrick. “My nigga ice’d me out.” She smirked before resting her hand on the necklace herself. Looking down at my shorts, I looked up at her face, and for the first time ever... I felt attracted to my homie.

“Get up real quick...” I tapped her thigh so that she would remove her body from my lap. My dick was getting hard and I ain’t like  this. “Why? Ya dick gonn get hard?” She joked, not knowing that my shit was about to be on ‘H’ in a matter of seconds. When I said nothing, she started laughing hard, like really hard. Her motions on top of me did nothing but make my shit stiffen up in my basketball shorts. I guess she felt the growth because her laughter came to an abrupt stop, and this devilish smile touched her full lips.

“Niggaz ain’t shit. When I was single and wanted to fuck, ya dick would never get hard. Now a bitch cuffed up and Dre’s dick stay hard all day. Ridiculous.” She remained on top of me, and that sinister smile never left her lips as she lowered her head to meet mine. “You wanna fuck me, Dre?” She continued to giggle as she placed light pecks around my lips. Never once letting her lips touch mine.

“Nah, I don’t.” I finally stopped acting bitch made and used my force to push her lil evil ass from on top of me. I stood and then helped her up, ignoring the pulsing that was coming from the front of my pants. She purposely bent down in front of me as she went to slip of her slippers. I stared at her ass the entire time; I mean she was wearing some thin ass black leggings and her black thong looked lovely.

“We can fuck when my nigga go back to Houston. I promise that.” I said nothing as I watched her gather her belongings and head over to the front door. “I knew ya shit was big,” she winked at me and then slipped through the front door like it was nothing.

I knew this girl was dangerous but god damn. She ain’t give one fuck.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Fanfic Gift

“Time to eat!”

Before the words left her mouth, Diva’s chopsticks began to move on a collision course with her lunch.

It was the first night in her apartment in Osaka. She began to unpack her boxes and luggage during the entire day and only had a few items left to unpack. She had chosen a decent apartment to live in, though honestly her father believed she could have done better and it was mostly out of dire desperation to live on her own. It wasn’t the young children running jumping upstairs or the old man shouting at a passerby in the hallway for playing his music too loud that made her fall in love right away with the apartment. It was the fresh start that she needed to begin a life for herself and the distance from her family. Moving out of her parent’s home was a little stressful, she loved them dearly yet she didn’t want to live with them for the rest of her life. Especially her younger siblings, the twins.

Diva put in her earbuds and made her new bed, aligned her books, and stocked up on the family photos. Diva had lived in Yokohama, Japan previously with her family, however after wanting to see more of the world and earn a since of independence she moved out to Osaka where the six hour seventeen minute drive was pure bliss. Sadly, she had left behind a great number of friends there whom she missed terribly. She was already depressing herself with memories of her classmates. A new move meant that she would have to attend a whole new high school with people she didn’t even know. The whole idea was terrifying in itself.

She picked up the flyer beside her, staring at the large print. Sakuranomiya High School. She hadn’t really looked up much information on it though she figured it would be a decent school just like the last one. At her other school she’d been a top student excelling in all subjects, practically at the head of her class. Her teachers were saddened to see her go. Especially Etsuko, her best friend since she’d been in Yokohama for those years. Then again Diva didn’t remember much about her early years due to a childhood incident that left her amnesiac. Her ever so concerned parents reassured her that all of her old memories would return one day. It bothered her that some part of her memories were locked away, that she couldn’t tap into them at all. Her psychiatrist claimed that some sort of traumatic event would unlock all of her memories.

Sometimes Diva dreamt about a place that depending on the weather would be bone chilling cold or lave hot; stones pressing into her skin and…footsteps. Someone running down a hallway or corridor and the clang of a lock falling to the floor…then nothing. What was it?

She removed her earbuds, paused her music and walked over to her laptop. Opening the thin notebook she typed in her password, accessed her video chat and waited. She promised her mom she would video call her once she’d been settled into her humble abode. It would be a relief to see her mother’s kind face. She waited a few minutes then a kind face framed by ebony hair popped up on her screen.

“Diva, my sweet baby.” her mother’s soft voice announced through the speakers. “How are things in your new apartment?”

“It’s great mom. The view is absolutely gorgeous.”

“Well I wish I were there with you baby. I’m glad you’re safe and sound, mommy got worried.”

Diva tucked a strand of dark hair behind her hair. Her mother was overly protective as well as a fierce mama bear. No one messed with her kids and got away with it. Once one of the twins had been hit with a ball at school one day by a gang of bullies. Not being one to tell, her brother Tatsuya confided in her which had been a big mistake because Diva’s tongue slipped to her mother about the hit. Her mother arrived at school one day with the twins in tow demanding one of them tell her who hit Tatsuya. Finally, Kohaku-the oldest twin born two minutes before Tatsuya-wagged his tongue. A bigger boy named Gin was the culprit.

Long story short Gin never bothered the twins again. Their mom could be quiet scary when she needed to be, she even scared their father not too long ago.

“How’s dad?”

“He’s still upset that you moved in that crummy apartment building. He wanted you to finish school down here, go off to a university.”

“Of course…” Diva sighed. “I happen to like it down here. School doesn’t start until next week and I found a job here that I love.”

“You did?” Her mother’s onyx eyes lit up like Christmas trees. “What kind of job?”

“I’m working as a waitress at a steak house,” she replied cheerfully. Diva loved working she wasn’t the type of girl to be pampered and spoiled by her parents or use their money for her own personal use. School wasn’t as boring as balls as her best friend Etsuko once quoted.

“Can I talk to dad?”

“Sorry dear, he’s away at work at the moment. Would you like for me to leave a message?”

“Work again, huh?” Diva remarked trying not to sound upset.

“I know you miss him, honey. Maybe sometime this week or the next the two of you can chat it up.”

“I would hope so. Oh, mom there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“What would that be?”

“Before I left home, I was in the attic looking for old photos of myself for a school project. I noticed that there weren’t any photos of me as a baby or even as a young girl. Just pictures of me today. There are pictures of the twins from infancy to their pre-teens now.”

Her mother was silent for the next few minutes, her eyes shifted from the other side of the screen, she bit on her thumb nervously.

“Mom?”

“Sweetheart, a long time ago there was a fire that pretty much burned all of our family photos. Your father and I tried to save the photos but they were so horribly burnt there was no need to keep them.”

“I don’t remember a fire…”

“Diva, dear you don’t remember a lot of things.”

“You’re right I suppose.”

“I’m sorry if I came off rude.”

“No it’s fine. I was just curious as to why there weren’t any photos of me from my early childhood…”

“Don’t worry Diva it will all work out soon.”

She blinked not saying anything.

“Diva?” her mother asked.

“I have to go now…I love you.” She didn’t give her mother a chance to respond as she had closed the top of her laptop shutting it down. She had been asking her mother that same question for the past two years, if not her then her father. And it was always a different story as to why there weren’t photos of herself during her early childhood. Her photos had either been lost during their moves, the family had moved about ten times, they had been eaten by moths or gotten wet during a flood, causing them to mold. They kept telling her these things until eventually she stopped asking. It would just be nice to have some semblance of photographic memories of herself to hold onto.

“I don’t really know much about anything.”

Diva had no recollection of any event in her life that had occurred more than one year ago.

Simply labeling it amnesia seemed too exaggerated, and for the most part her day-to-day life wasn’t all that inconvenienced by it. However, it was times like this that she had a sense of loss for the memories she no longer had. The worst part about it was feeling like she didn’t know whom she was most days.

“It’s been a whole year and there’s so much I don’t know about…it’s frustrating.”

That’s weird. A fire destroyed my photos? Wouldn’t she have told me this long before instead of now? Why wait this long?

Diva changed into a pair of shorts and T-shirt, pulling her long raven hair into a braid and unpacked another box of her belongings.

Next door she could hear her neighbor throw something heavy in one corner of their room and children running up and down the halls. Suddenly a knocking came onto her door. Perplexed the ravenette frowned wondering who could be at her door this late into the hour.

Walking over to the door she peered through the peephole and unlatched her door to, opening so that she could get a full view of the stranger at her door. She was not prepared for the man on the other side. He was rather tall so much so that he dwarfed her own stature. His dark hair was so black it made Diva look like a blonde and his eyes, those grey slated pupils were staring at her without so much as blinking.

“Hello, how may I help you?”

“I hope I’m not keeping up too much noise, neighbor.”

“Oh no, you’re fine. I’m doing a lot of unloading myself. I just moved here.”

“Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thank you,” she said smiling.

submitted by (lupitabadu)

Ah! Thank you so much! This is adorable! c: I enjoy the parallels between Light-Novel Saya, and the fact that Diva has a loving family (for once). Also the neighbor-boy is totally Haji, so that promises upcoming drama… 

#blood plus #diva #oc #Fanfiction #rd ward #lupita writes #submission

[minyoongimakesmefeelthings]

Paw Prints On Your Heart, part 7

Theme: Hybrid!AU

Paring: Human!Reader x Dog!Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

Warning: Mentions of (sexual) abuse

Posted: April 29th 2018

Summary: When you find a hybrid being beaten up, you just had to do something. When you learn he is a run-away hybrid, you decide to take him in your home. Him and all the dark secrets haunting him.

A/N: Okay, okay, okay! Part 7 is here! Tuesday part 7,5 will be posted and thursday part 8! Just 5 more parts to go! ♡ Please let me know what you all think of Paw Prints On Your Heart!

PPOYH masterlist and requests

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 4,5 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 7,5 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

7 in the morning sharp you stand before Namjoon's door, knocking. You quickly rub your eyes. They sting from all the crying last night, making your head hurt.

The door opens a few seconds later. "Y/N, early morning is really early morning for you, huh?" You hear someone say rather cocky.

You look up to see Yoongi standing in the door opening. You nod slightly. "Yeah.."

"I would hug you 'hello', but last time I hugged you, you pushed me." Yoongi says with a raised eyebrow.

You sigh. "I'm sorry.. I was just sad yesterday.. This is all my fault and the quilt is killing me." You admit.

"Aish Y/N, I can never be mad at your pouty face." He smirks. You smile faintly. Even when your sad and depressed, your friends can make you feel at least a little better.

"Come here." Yoongi says, opening his arms. You walk into Yoongi's arms and wrap yours around his waist. Placing your head on his chest. You don't want to admit it, but you just realised that you really needed a hug.

Yoongi pulls back from you to look at you. "The other are inside, come." He says, placing your hand on your lower back to guide you inside. You nod, stepping inside. Quietly Yoongi closes the door and follows you to the livingroom. Entering the livingroom, everyone smiles at you, welcoming you. You smile back, thankful that your friends all took a day off from their work to help you look for Jimin.

You look for a place to sit, when your eyes fall on Taehyung. Who was laying on the couch, sleeping. His head resting on Jin's lap. "Is he okay?" You ask quietly, not to wake him.

Jin nods. "Yeah. He just felt really quilty last night, he had a few nightmares and couldn't sleep well."

You bite your lip after hearing that. "It really wasn't his fault, though."

"He'll be fine when we find Jimin. He really wants to apologize to him for scaring him." Jim smiles before petting Taehyung behind his ear.

"Let's find him first." Jungkook says.

Namjoon nods. "Jungkook's right. We looked around alot of places, but lets look there again, who knows if Jimin moved."

You sigh and let yourself fall on a nearby chair. "I honestly know nothing about Jimin.. I don't know where he came from, who his previous owners are, his favorite places.." You sit up straight. "I only know he had a terrible past, they even branded him, ya'know!"

"Wait," Jin starts. "Branded him on his lower back?" He asks.

"Eh.. Yeah.." You say rather confused.

"Like this?" Jin reaches over to Taehyung hoodie and lifts it up slightly, revealing a burnmark on his lowerback, just like Jimin's. '66890A' it reads. Taehyung stirrs and wakes up. He opens his eyes and starts whining. "Jin.. Don't show that to anyone. It hurts." He says, his voice muffeled as he burries his face into Jin's lap.

"I'm sorry Baby Boy," Jin says as he pulls Taehyungs hoodie back down. "I just needed to show Y/N. Go back to sleep, okay?"

"W-What is that for?" You ask.

"They burnmark hybrids in kennels, incase they ever run away." Jin explains. "There are 4 kennels in the city. Kennel A, B, C and D. Taehyung's burnmark ends with an A. What did Jimin's end with?"

You think for a second. "I believe B.."

"Kennel B? Kennel B is only a 20 minute drive from here." Hoseok says. "If they found Jimin, they probably took him back there!"

Your face lits up. "We should go there!" You stand up from your chair, not wanting to lose another second without Jimin.

"I'll drive you." Jin says, he lifts Taehyung head from his lap and slowly stands up. However, Taehyung grabs the back of Jin's shirt. "I don't wanna go.." He says quietly. "I don't wanna go back there. I don't like it at the kennel.." He whines softly while his ears go flat on his head. "Please?"

Jin stares at Taehyung for a second before kneeling down next to the couch. "You can stay here, okay? I won't take you back there." He says calmly, stroking Taehyung's ears. You feel your stomach turn. Taehyung must have really hated the kennels and Jimin probably hated it there just as much.

"Jungkook and I will stay with him." Hoseok offers. "We can play video games, would you like that, Tae?" Taehyung's ears twitch when he hears 'video games'. He sits up and quickly nods. His tails showing his happiness.

"Okay," Namjoon says. "Let's go. We have no time to lose."

The drive in the car was quiet. Even the radio was turned off. You sat in the backseat with Yoongi. Staring out your window. The streets were painted white with snow and you could tell the road was slippery. You look over at Jin, who was calmly driving. You felt safe with Jin behind the wheel.

"Jin, I believe it's here." You hear Namjoon say, breaking the tense silence. Jin makes a turn and slowly makes the car come to a halt. He looks over at the backseat. "You guys go, I'm gonna park the car. I'll be there in a second." You just stare out your window, looking at the big gray building. It looks depressing from the outside, you can't even imagine what a horrible place the inside would be.

You feel a hand on your upperleg and look to your right. "Y/N, ready to go?" Yoongi asks. You swallow hard and look back at the building. "Yeah," You say nodding. "Let's go." You unbuckle yourself and open the door. You hear your footsteps in the snow as you get out of the car.

"This place sure is depressing." Namjoon states. "No wonder Taehyung hates this place." He takes a few steps forward to the door. You, however, just stand there. Your stomach turning. You feel horrible, sick, nervous. What if he isn't here? But what if he is? You nervously bite your lip, while walking towards Namjoon, who holds the door for you, while Yoongi follows you.

When you step inside, you expected to be hit with a wave of warm air, however you are suprised by a wave a cold, stinging air. Colder than outside, it seemed. You look around the little office. It looks old and depressed. The carpet on the floor was gross and the sticky and the walls were a sick grey-ish colour. The TL lighting slightly flickering. No where in the room were any windows. The only sound present was the loud, annoying ticking of a clock.

You look at the man at the desk. He was reading a magazine, not ever looking up to you, Namjoon and Yoongi. You cough to get his attention. It works. The man looks up with a raised eyebrow. "Can I help you?" He asks bored.

You nod. "Yeah. Hi, we're looking for a hybrid.. A dog hybrid." You say quietly.

The man just stares at you. He sighs and puts the magazine down and turns to his computer. "Name or hybrid number." He breaths. Clearly annoyed.

"His name is Jimin." You awnser.

The man starts typing on his keyboard. You bit your lip. "Seems like we picked him up from the street last night." The man says, not even looking at you, but instead picking up his magazine again.

"H-He's here?!" You stutter. Your heart going crazy. He's here. "Can I please see him?" You ask, almost beg.

The man sighs again. "Fine. Door to the right, kennel 16." He says, pointing at a door, again, not looking at you. It's rude, sure. But you couldn't care less as you dash to the door, opening it and running through the long hallway to kennel 16. You nearly trip, but that doesn't matter, you're so close to Jimin, feeling the butterflies in your stomach flying again.

When you reach kennel 16, you quickly take hold of the cold bars and look inside. "JIMIN!" You nearly yell, out of breath. You see a Jimin curled up in the corner of the small, dirty and cold kennel, his face hidden in his arms. His ears start to twitch after hearing you. "JIMIN, IT'S ME!" You try to get his attention again.

Slowly Jimin looks up and looks directly towards you. He stares a few seconds, wondering if it was really you. "Y-Y/N?" He softly says. Looking further up. "Y/N!" Jimin leaps forward to be as close to you as possible, but gets pulled back by the insanely short metal chain around his neck, the collar being way to small for his neck.

He whines as he really wanted to be close to you. He looks a mess. Clothes wet, skin pale, lips purple from the cold. Bruises in his neck and a painful purple/blue bruise on his cheekbone. "Y/N.. Please.. Please take me with you.." He begs, still trying to get closer to you, eventough he's practically choking himself. "I'm sorry I was a bad b-boy, I'll be good from now on.. P-Please.."

Your heart breaks and you quickly shake your head. "N-No Jimin! I-I wasn't mad! Just, just wait, I'm gonna get you out of here and take you home, I promise!"

You quickly turn around. "HEY!" You yell as you see no staff walking around. "I WANT TO ADOPT THIS HYBRID!" You yell. You wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and take Jimin with you to a safe place, his new home, away from this horrible hell.

"Little girl?" You look up after hearing that. It sound so fimiliar. You look at the owner of the voice. A man. The exact same man you met the night you saved Jimin. Your eyes widen and you take a step back, swollowing hard. Your back suddenly bumping into someone. You look over your shoulder and see Namjoon and Yoongi. And you feel yourself being relieved and confident, so you step forward again.

"I want this hybrid." You say stern.

The man raises an eyebrow at you. "You want to adopt this hybrid?"

You nod.

The man chuckles, before smirking. "A little late, little girl." He begins. "The number on his lower back is connected to his real owner. He's in the back signing some papers to take HIS hybrid with him." For a moment your whole world comes crashing down. You just stand there in shock. Did you just lose Jimin?

You were brought back from your shock when you hear a male voice speak. "Jimin. You've been a very, very bad boy." You look up. A boy, roughly your age, walks up to the kennel. You hear a metal chain rattle, you look over at Jimin and see him, back against the wall and fear in his eyes. He looks absolute terrified.

Looking back at the boy, you frown. The other man takes his keys from his belt and opens Jimin's kennel. He walks in and roughly takes Jimin's arm, pulling him up, making Jimin whine in pain.

"H-HEY!" You yell at the man. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

The man ignores you and unties the metal chain, now making it a leash. He pulls the leash hard, making Jimin whine again, but follow. "Here's your hybrid, sir." He says as he hands over the chain leash to the boy. The boy takes the leash. "It's not mine, it's my girlfriends hybrid." He says, pulling Jimin close harshly before slapping Jimin across his cheek, hard enough to make him fall down on his knees, his own hands going to his cheek to stop the stinging pain.

"HEY!" You yell, taking a step forward. "DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!" You warn him.

The boy looks up at you. "Who are you?"

You swallow hard. "Jimin lived with me." You said. "I wanted to adopt him."

The boy looks suprised. "You want to adopt.. Him?" He spits.

You nod. "Yes. Now."

The boy chuckles, before kneeling down, holding Jimin at his chin roughly, making Jimin turn his face to him. "I don't think so. I really missed my little toy." The boy leans forward, whispering something in Jimin's ear. You see Jimin's eyes widen in fear. "P-Please don't.." He begs so quietly, you barely hear it. The boy stands up again. "Now excuse me, we need to go."

"No way." You say, feeling confident. You will not lose Jimin again. Not in a million years. "Jimin come, I'm taking you with me." You say. You see Jimin just stare at you.

"Jimin, stand up and stay next to me." The boy demands. His voice is cold, scary even. It sounds like a threat. Jimin stands up quickly, standing next to his owner is a split second. You stare at the two.

"You really want him?" The boy says. "I can sell him to you." He says.

You don't have to think about that for a second. "YES, WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" You ask quickly, stepping forward again.

"$500.000" The boy says.

You stare at the boy. Blinking. Did he just say.. Half a million dollars? "A-Are you crazy?" You ask.

"What? Is he not worth $500.000 to you?" He smirks. "I'm losing alot of business without him." You stay quiet. Biting your lip to prefent yourself from beating the living hell out the boy.

The boy chuckles. "That's what I thought. If you ever have the money. Come visit me."

"How I'm I suppose to get that much money!?" You question him harshly.

The boys eyes you up and down, before taking a step towards you. You lean back a little, but the boy leans forward, getting close to your ear, before whispering: "You can always sell your body to me, kitten. I bet you make more money than him."

Before you can react, you see the boy get shoved back. "Talk to her like that again. I dare you." Yoongi says, voice laced with anger.

The boy just smirks. "Think about it, kitten." You bite you lip again. Kitten. You shiver, not because you like the nickname, but is makes you feel gross.

Suddenly Namjoon steps forward. "Seriously dude..-" Before Namjoon could finish that sentence. Jimin steps in. He grabs the sleeve of his owner. "C-Can we please just go home?" He begs quietly.

The boy smirks again. "Looks like my baby boy missed me." He pulls the chain hard, while turning around. "See you later, Kitten." He chuckles as he walks away. You want to do something. Scream, run towards Jimin, cry.. Die. You are left in the hallway, Jimin not once looking back at you.

When the boy and Jimin dissapear around the corner for the back exit, you turn around too, harshly brushing past Yoongi and Namjoon. "Y-Y/N!" Namjoon tries to stop you, following you quickly when you ignore him. "W-Where are you going?"

You push the door open, walking past the man at his desk. The man looks up from his magazine, but looking back at it when you just continue to walk to the exit. You also push that door open hard. Stepping outside into the snow, the cold air actually feeling nice against you red-hot face. Because you were angry. Furious. You walk straight over to Jin's car. Jin standing outside, leaning against the car. He wanted to ask if you found him, but when he sees you, he knew something bad happened. "Y/N? What happened?"

"Start the car. I need to go to the bank." You say, your voice laced with anger, your lip bleedy from biting it too hard. You open the door and sit down in the backseat, slamming the door close, making snow fall off the roof. You cross your arms as you stare out the window, feeling the car move as Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin get in and close the doors.

The engine of the car starts to roar as Jin slowly starts to drive. "Y/N.." He tries again. "What happened?"

You sigh, letting the anger in your face drop. "Just.. Just go to the bank first." You say as calm as possible in this situation.

"Y/N.. You don't have half a million dollar on your account.." Yoongi says carefully.

"I know." You spit. "But I need to start somewhere. I would have to work for years to even get that money, but I need to start somehwere." You look over at Yoongi. "I can't let that guy whore Jimin around like that."

Yoongi swallows hard. "I know." He says quietly, not really sure what to say.

You groan loudly as you press the palm of your hands against your eyes, throwing your head back. "How on Earth will I ever get so much money?!"

Jin looks in his frontmirror, eyeing you. "You- You could ask your parents.."

To be continued..

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #y/n #bts jimin #fanfiction #fanfic #human!reader #hybrid #hybrid!au #park jimin #paw prints on your heart #angst #bangtan #bts imagines #dog!jimin #fluff #hybrid!bts #hybrid!jimin #imagine #reader x jimin #kpop

[wolfwhiteflowers]

how to block a fandom.. ugh sigh  vvv

trying to not be so involved in the fandom or so. idk how. (winter hiatus is gonna be hell) 

everyone’s keep bashing on the show and saying mean stuff. be careful what u wish for.  

it’s gonna be fine. it’s just a show, u can do whatever with it, quit it, not take it seriously, or just #anti-

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i guess when a show is old and changing..or there’s a big fandom on online, there’s more fandom wank than I’m used to think there was before(the 1% theory). I’m more on the unpopular opinion-side (I always do). More bitter people and I feel like they’re missing out on some cool stuff that is still there, but they’re too bitter and impatient to see it. Fandom...internet places...people are generally negative? (people don’t like grey angsty arcs) Anyways, i just wanna focus on the positive stuff when i go online or to think. I understand some just wanna chat and rant, and some have other different reasons why they go online etc.

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ok so i think u just limit to a lot of fandom things. some rules..? this is hard to do. just don’t go on it so much.

-***most of the time, people/fan don’t need the fandom. Fandom is just on the side. I feel like being part of the fandom is like being part of a group or family and just helping people out. It’s like you’re just making up extra time to help/squee/argue people. Idk ..I can not be part of the fandom. //Fandom seems to care about being right, shipping, fave’s attention. Not much on analyzing on story. People suck. -Give a F*ck budget, money, time, energy.

-****try to avoid places where u see people’s opinions(comments/posts) all the time or just view it in short time. (also avoid negative rude people ect. -only read on positive people’s) It’s hard because fan forum sites, there’s great convo/analyzing/meta discussion in there that u sometimes don’t see in it like tumblr. But, lately i see people hate-watching commenting. (like “ofc, showrunner does this.” “i hope rating goes down so my fave actor can have a better job opportunity, or show it in showrunner’s face my ship is better than the notp and the spotlight.” ..really a lot of fans say the same things in any fandom. is it even true? )

-kinda..avoid stans...shipper stans. they only care about a ship. ok that’s kinda harsh..but yeah they’re most likely to be bitter because the show focus on other characters/ships too. Also, skim past the dramatic/jealous-like posts. 

-..idk why, but people like to compare all the time. criticize and judge quickly. like ok....why not both (fave ships)? Why compare faves? Good thing the show is just focusing on everyone..ok. Oh, and the whole this character is “weak” ok ..so say it to a disabled veteran or an abused wife. sigh. I don’t want to see a show with perfect strong superheroes. BORING! This show is not a boring video game. idk..some people don’t think ...critically or long-term.. like come on..this show, most shows are about characters and them being strong emotionally and physically in their challenges. Also, another thing, idk why fans focus on what the writers are saying but not thinking on the other characters too. Like if the show focus on a character apologizing to another character. That character who apologized= fandom hates him/her. But this other character who is a dick but the show doesn’t address it and doesn’t redeem him/her = fandom doesn’t care or notice it. Another is that fandom don’t like complex character...female characters blah blah. Idk what’s my point here. fandom popularity? so just know that sometimes fandom is just so immature, annoying and rude. So, try to avoid it.

-not a lot of people are overall-fans, so...there’s more wank for me to see it. same with being a multi-shipper, i see more wank too. Like me shipping c@ryl and r!chonne. boy, i see hate on all of them on per character. (because people who don’t like c@ryl are not r!chonners...but they may also ship r!chonne. idk why it’s c ship vs. r ship. it’s just ABD/C shippers.)

-oh, thing about generalizing. People love to generalize. sigh. I should try not to be so sensitive in the fandom or I’m so caught up in fandom wank. i should not take it seriously when people generalize...anyways people generalize things and that always create drama/fandom wank. omg. ugh. Sometimes, these people are ones that just plain assholes. So, block them. Sometimes, it’s just they said it wrong and/or thought it wrong. So, idk. Try to say “IMO,...” “Some shippers...”

-idk if it’s accurate...but my theory or what i heard..is that the show is the showrunner’s/writer’s show. It’s not mine and it’s not the fans’ show. Everyone’s have different likes and wants. Writers can’t please everyone. I heard that it’s good that the showrunner’s stick to what s/he wants because it’s their story and it’s not giving fanservice to please different types of people all the time.If they keep pleasing other people, it makes the show inconsistent and frustrating. Criticisms is ok but I think showrunners know and see it and they decide what to do with it. 

- ratings. ok so that’s hard to handle. it’s just part of being a tv fan. it’s all show business kind of thing. just be realistic. show’s gonna end someday. hopefully there will be a good conclusion and how the writers want it to go for the show. nothing’s goes fair and perfect on shows. (like there’s actors leaving or canceling) I don’t believe in those theories on changing writer’s minds on character/ships and stuff.

-putting words into actor’s/writer’s mouth. i hate that. These fans are obviously biased and ..like entitled-fans. (kinda like bad irl shippers too) This annoys so much. No one knows what the actors/writers are really thinking. That’s their personal life and they have their own personal opinions. so, saying this actor wants to leave because the show sucks, character is not focused as much, or they hate their co-stars. It’s soooo dumb and so rude. u don’t know them. what if the actor wants to leave because of sick family or just want to change careers or whatever. I just would rather have the facts and actor’s statement to say what really is going on. I don’t wanna theorize on biased-rumors. I also..just not into actor’s life. Like I’m not into idolizing actors/other performers etc., because I just don’t know them fully and ..it always end up disappointing..(like omg she smokes? omg she’s a drunk driver? omg she got married to that guy eew why?). So, idolize ..a little. My point is..idk just skim past the entitled fans...

-i like this advice from someone, ... go to #showedits Maybe even go to #showspoilers.( Well to look at overall of the show and gifsets. but there’s still wank, so idk.)

-i feel like idk what to think about the show because i feel like I’m worried about the fans’s feelings/thoughts and wonder what’s their reactions will be this time after an ep aired. I’m so caught up on fandom that idk what i myself like on the show or think what’s right. ....So I take a moment to myself and think on what I like and don’t like in an episode. Write out your feels! ...don’t need to have the fandom anyway.

-always ask, do i still trust the writers? Does my fave characters still in-character and I understand where the story or season’s story is going? Do I still like it?// Just know what kind of show it is. it’s just a show on that day to watch. maybe not get so invested next time. Or, to quit the show, find a spot in the show and say that’s my finale ep of the show for me. ..and there’s fanfictions. just make one up in ur head, an ending, and then move on. These are all fictional stories, you can do whatever with it.

-if ya wanna rant negative. imo, i like to just write it out and tag it #anti- and put it under ‘keep reading’. idk, deal with it, on what the show is, realistically. grieve it. it’s ok to quit a show. /////sometimes, when im confused of the plot and get mad at the writers, sometimes it’s best to wait it out...sometimes the writers already know about the “problem/drama of the plot” and they make sense later on.

-focus on what u like about the show. Do fan art! look at fan art, read fanfiction, and fan videos! Write it out on what u like and speculate. get it out of ur chest.

-during hiatus, there’s more fandom wank. sometimes, just wait a day, the wank is not there anymore. so, do fan art, or just go look into another show and stuff. take a break.

-having unpopular opinions. oh well. what the majority say isn’t always right. idk just shrug and be proud of ur thoughts or crack ship. if it’s like unpopular opinion on the show’s writing, then keep in mind, and maybe the show isn’t for you and that’s ok. *it’s all what the writers want to do. The majority doesn’t know and change the story atm. This part seems to be the hardest..cos u can see majority’s opinions all the time and everywhere. Usually negative sigh. So my tumblr dashboard ..is all mostly one fandom-fans. eh. so i see a lot.  Just keep scrolling and know ..that person from that fandom, probably complain about something. 

-most importantly, I tell myself, “do i still like the show? Do I still wanna watch and see how it goes?” Then if yes, then so it is. It’s all about me..if I still like the show. My time, money, care.

-tired of negative talk of anything. sigh. idk. (why do they repeat the same thing and say it 25,375 times? nothing’s changed. it doesnt help me or u. just deal w/ur crap feels now and get it over with.) (some say it’s bad writing when it’s just something they don’t like. something minor. complain easily. basically..it’s just that it’s the writers’s show or they forget it’s a season-long arc.) i guess go elsewhere . fanart.

#wolfwhiteflowers #*fandom #all about trusting the writers #*fandom wank

[existentialkendall-blog]

Sharpie Soulmates (Soulmate AU)

Pairing: Kickthestickz Wordcount: 2.3k Rating: bad language, but nothing to cry about

Request/Prompt: Whatever you write on yourself appears on your soulmate but disappears from your skin. Pj is always covered in horrible pick up lines and crudely drawn dicks. While Chris is covered in doodles and gets an occasional 'fuck you' or 'you're a dick' on himself from pj. Eventually they meet when Chris writes 'I have a small dick' on his forehead and sees pj.

A/N: Request a fic here, click a like down there. This isn’t youtube people, you guys aren’t stupid enough to need to be told what to do

At first, PJ doesn't notice the harsh black lines on his skin. Usually flecks of paint adorn his skin, and consumed with work, he doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about himself. It's always the next idea, the following project, the bigger picture. When it first happens he doesn't see it until it's almost faded. On his right ankle, the small crude pen drawing of a dick, moving whenever he flexed his foot. It's repulsive, and for the first few seconds he's confused. Then he grabs the closest sharpie, and traces the image hoping it will go away. Since it's on his skin, a replica over the top might send the drawing back to it's owner. It doesn't, and now he's marred someone else with pornography. He throws the pen down in frustration and licks his finger, rubbing at the spot. It doesn't do anything. When he's in the shower, some 8 minutes later, he has an epiphany of sorts. He's just made contact with his soulmate, and the first interaction they had was matching ankle dicks. PJ groans, head falling back against the shower wall in annoyance.

___

It's strange, but paint doesn't transfer or leave his skin. It's only pen, ink. So when he's painting a cardboard box white, because he found a stash of the boxes yesterday, he's almost disappointed that he can't stay clean. "Is this for a new video?" Jamie asks, bent over his shoulder and watching the paint transform the conventional brown to a clinical white. Could be an office, a space station, a hospital. Most of the time he sticks with the brown, but for some reason he was in the mood for painting a calming white. PJ nods, still thinking about a video idea, "Yeah. I've got something in mind." "Cool, let me know when you've figured everything out," PJ nods again, "Also... What the hell is that?" Alert due to the shift in Jamie's voice, he turns and looks at his friend confused, then his eyes trail down and he sees it. 'Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire' Written on his arm in chicken scratch font, thick because it'd been gone over several times with the pen. "I..." He trails off, "I. I think that is my soulmate."Jamie pats him on the back in congratulations. "Well done."As soon as Jamie's retreating back leaves the room PJ scribbles on his arm 'You're a real dick' It doesn't take long for the message to receive a reply, and when it does PJ's irritated groan is possibly louder than yesterdays. 'I do have a real dick! Did you like the preview I sent you yesterday? Judging from your eager response I'd say yes' He bites his lip while writing, lower down then before so the words flow like a conversation on the other persons skin, smiling because even though the person on the other end is annoying the crap out of him, his soulmate is a boy. A man. He's never been with a guy before, and it's exciting yet nerve wracking to know he will be. 'Oh so that was a scale copy? I'm so sorry that you didn't grow during puberty like the rest of us' PJ reads the next piece of writing, grinning even more, then goes back to painting. When Sophie asks him later why he has 'YOU HAVE A BIG COCK???' taking up three quarters of his forearm, he flushes a pretty pink and laughs awkwardly.

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On the second day he nervously asks 'What's your name?' The pen flips restlessly in his hand, patting against his black jeaned thigh until the name appears on his other arm, because as PJ quickly learnt, the love of his eternity is left handed. 'Chris' Huh. Chris. With the pad of his index finger, he traces each letter tentatively. When he reaches the end he repeats the motion, hovering over the capital C that seems so much more magnetic than the other letters. 'And yours' PJ's eyes soften and his mouth turns up at the corners. Yours. His. Mine. And then he understands the question and uses his green fine liner to trace 'PJ' adding several layers of ink so it's bold and bright and him.

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The problem is, PJ's a doodler. One trait that's been fluid since he was a child is that he loves to doodle. Especially on his skin. In fact, some of his best drawings were conceived that way during school; too tired to care about the subjects and too unprepared to bring extra paper. Skin was there for him when paper was not. He couldn't kick the habit when he entered University, and he sure as hell can't kick it now when he's a year in. Frequently he finds himself sitting with a pack of felt tipped Crayolas, or no name fineliners, drawing small, and large, designs on his left arm. For the past week it's been no different. What's annoying is he liked seeing the efforts of his creative process on his arm, wearing it like a tattoo, a badge of honour. But it disappears quickly, and he has to start again. Chris leaves him a critique one day running across the centre of his wrist. 'You're an incredible artist' It takes PJ by surprise. He's used to waking up and finding thickly inked penises on various locations on his body, or cheesy chat up lines that have PJ rolling his eyes but smiling fondly. Several of his favourites include; 'There are a lot of fish in the sea, but you’re the only one I’d like to mount' 'Oh no, I’m choking! I need mouth to mouth, quick!' 'I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?' Needless to say, every written sentence and poorly thought out line, no matter how disturbing or rude, is both irritating and endearing.

___

That is, until the guy buys a six pack of sharpies. Beforehand it was ballpoint pens, stuff he was able to wash off easily. Not now. When he steps into the shower one morning, eyes blearily searching for the shampoo to wash the sleep out of his frenzied hair, he thinks everything is fine. There aren't any markings, and to be honest, that's a relief because they're a bitch to wash off every morning. It's when he's out of the shower and in front of the mirror, towelling down to get rid of the individual water droplets that trail down his chest, that he catches the black in the corner of his eye. 'My hand belongs here' PJ's jaw drops and he's stuck still for a few fleeting seconds. "What the fuck." It's on his neck. Not on a small scale, but like the Joker's writing, jagged and uneven. Backwards in the mirror, but PJ has magicked up enough mirror demons to read reversed. Almost blinded by rage and incredulousness, he's about to charge out of his tiny bathroom and write something way more offensive on his own body for Chris to have scar his skin for the days it takes for Sharpie to wash off. But then he spots 'Wanna go for a test drive?' on his hipbone as he's turning to leave. And then, 'Insert finger here' complete with an arrow pointing down to his asshole. It's almost illegible, how he managed to contort his body enough to scribble it on is beyond him. Amazed at Chris's audacity and carelessness he dashes out to his desk and plucks a bright blue permanent marker up. As he's writing a long list of complaints on his leg, and then rising up to his chest, he feels the similarities to writing film reviews on IMBd or letters of complaint that his parents used to do. Except, this is to the guy he's destined to be with, and he knows the complaining won't do jack shit to change his behaviour. ___

It's relatively peaceful for a while. PJ it still littered with pick up lines daily, the 'My bedroom has an interesting ceiling, I could take you on a guided tour' and the 'When are you expected back at Heaven?', and PJ still absently doodles on the curve of his wrist and palm of his hand, forgetting that Chris will see it until it's already sent. During this time he's been uploading more to YouTube. It's still in it's early stages, but he's grateful for the site because he's getting much more experience. Due to work, and YouTube, and constant creating, he hasn't really thought about meeting Chris. Although they're talked (if you can call it that) every day, they haven't discussed personal details, or their future together. Because if they're soulmates, they have to be together, there's no way they can be with anyone else.

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PJ wakes up stupidly early, the sun hasn't fully risen yet and the sky is a dusty grey, illuminated by yellowing streetlights. He forces himself to get up, and leave the house before 6:00am. The train to London leaves at 7:00am, and he wants to get coffee from the station before the journey. He pulls on his favourite green sleeved t-shirt slowly, bones cracking at the movements, and when he slides his socks on the fading purple dick on the base of his foot makes his smirk. Fully dressed and he's in the bathroom, tiredly dragging a toothbrush and staring at the sink with half closed eyes. He's out for the whole day, all four of his 'team' are. It's both research for a short film they're making for his Uni course, and a golden opportunity to meet with some sponsors that might fund his next big personal project. Until. "FUCK!" PJ yells, toothbrush falling from his open hands and eyes wide. "No! No, no, no," He wets a flannel and starts rubbing at his forehead, shaking with anxious frustration. The pen won't come off. 'I've got a small dick' is going to be permanently tattooed on his face in all the colours of the rainbow for the entire day. He adds soap and tries again, heart pounding uncomfortably. He can't meet sponsors with that filth tainting him. "Chris, you fucking asshole, I'm going to fucking kill you," PJ mutters, giving up, leaving his skin a red mess. He shoves a beanie on, and leaves the house with a scowl firmly fixed onto his face. His travelling companions don't say a word, even though they heard his angry explosion of profanities earlier. They get to London and shoot some footage in Hyde Park, brown boots hitting grey pavement as the scenery begins to change and the crowds grow thicker. He's actually forgotten that he's mad at Chris, too busy laughing at the stupid faces his friends are pulling, and running along the grass for various nature sequences. After a few hours they stop, and decide to head to a café. It's a warm spring day, and he peels off his beanie to stop his head from overheating. From where he's stood in the queue, he can see his friends take the leather sofas at the end of the shop, claiming it for their group only. One persons order is fulfilled, one step forward, the queue gets smaller. He can feel his fringe sticking to his forehead and he wipes it aside, grimacing at the damp strands that he knows will be several shades darker then the rest of his hair. At first, he doesn't notice the guy staring at him next to the floor to ceiling windows. He's wearing a baby blue striped t-shirt, coupled with raised eyebrows and messy hair. On the high table next to him is an abandoned coffee, keeping warm under the beating sun from outside. He's still there when they leave, PJ's hat clutched between his fingers because it's too freakin hot to put it back on. His camera bag is slouched across his body, and he's grinning at something Sophie says, when a hand clamps his shoulder and he turns around. The stranger that had been watching him is gaping open mouthed at PJ's forehead. That's when he remembers what Chris wrote, and he's going to explain, he swears he is, but the guy is hot. His floppy brown hair is messy above green flecked hazel eyes, and his mouth is practically begging to be... put to use. "I can explain," He finally breathes out, making an effort to stop staring at the stranger. The guy quirks an eyebrow and crosses his arms, as if to say go ahead, I've got all day. "See, this thing, y'know-""Let me stop you right there," He smirks, interrupting PJ's garbled rambling. From his pocket he pulls out a thin marker and in sloped, disjointed text, writes something on his palm. Then he takes PJ's slender wrist in his hand, circling it with his fingers, and turns it around, his thumb drifting idly down his wrist and resting over PJ's pulse point.

you're PJ what's on your forehead is a work of art just like your face I'm fated to love you

"Do I get a hello kiss or do you not put out on the first date?" Chris smiles wide and his other hand, the one not sliding into his own palm and curling around his fingers so they entwine, is reaching around his waist. PJ blushes and manages a "Public," Before slipping out of his grasp. "Oh c'mon honey, it's gonna happen sometime," Chris whines, high pitched and strung out. PJ shakes his head, and walks away from Chris. He follows him, long legs catching up quickly. He throws an arm around PJ's shoulders casually and leans down, pressing a wet open mouthed kiss on the side of his cheek. "You and me Peej, we're gonna fuck away the world." PJ rolls his eyes, brain automatically lending the words dick, and you're a. But he rejects his instinct and goes for a muttered "You should feel so lucky." "Oh I will. Later." It's natural, seamless, right. Chris is his. He is Chris's.

Part 2 

#kickthestickz #fanfiction #fanfic #chris kendall #pj liguori #crabstickz #kickthepj #crabstickztag2

[momokitty27]

I got tagged!

Thanks Misa-chan! @misaki-kurenai I never do my tags ^^; I’m finally going to get one done! I also tag @crown-city-moogle cuz you’re awesome!!

I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing (Ears) I have blonde hair I have brown eyes (They’re mostly black 0.0) I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces 

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people  (I do even if I feel awkward af) People tell me that I’m funny  Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges (here and there) I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

ABILITY:

I can sing well (Took lessons for 2 years. I’m a tenor even though I’m a girl ^^;) I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (If I must but please don’t make me) I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch (I am Ignis! RECIPEH) I know how to throw a proper punch (Every girl should. You never know)

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports (Tennis and soccer) I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week  I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol (Wine aunt right here) I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting (Reign FTW) I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country (Nihon!) I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts (I have! I’ve seen Fall Out Boy, Dir En Grey, The Living End and others)

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship  I have a crush on a celebrity(ies) I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school (About 20 mins away) My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair (I currently have blonde streaks) I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year (Online c: )

#I finally did a tag #omg #Have fun #About me #Anyone can do this

[iridescent-ren]

Tag games~

I have a lot to catch up on so i’m gonna just do a bunch and you guys can do whatever you feel like :D HALF OF THESE HAVE BEEN LEFT FOR LIKE A YEAR IM SORRY

Basically if u tagged me in one of these u can do any of the others, and anyone can do anything :’D Thankyou so much for tagging me aaaaa

10/10! Tagged by @naluloverforever thankyou!!! 

Rules: List ten of your favorite characters from ten different fandoms and tag ten others.

Kuro - Servamp Juvia - Fairy tail Kageyama - Haikyuu!! Nishimiya - Koe no katachi 707 - Mystic Messenger Natsukage - 1bitheart Tokaku - Akuma no riddle Jisoo - Blackpink Tzuyu - Twice Bungou stray dogs - Dazai

Music playlist tag! Tagged by @mizu-sakuya-ocd Thankyou so much!! I’m sorry its beens years :’D

Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle and write the first 10 songs that play, then tag ten mutuals

1. Set it off - plastic promises  2. Twice - headphones 3. Bts - Boy in luv 4. Twice - Cheer up 5. Blackpink - Whistle 6. Set it off - wolf in sheeps clothing 7. Twice - Signal 8. 3OH!3 - Don’t trust me 9. Icon for hire - You can’t kill us 10. Hollywood undead - Believe

A-Z Tag game!! Tagged by @memekoe and @catslab thankyou!!!! :D

A - Age: 14 B - Biggest fear(s): probably inconveniencing people i love C - Current time: 6.40pm o: D - Drink you last had: i think it was coke :,) E - Everyday starts with: Me waking up and checking skype :,) F - Favourite song: Stay by twice !! G - Ghosts, are they real?: I’d like to think so H - Hometown: Ryde! I - In love with: my gf jedjkdke eeee J - Jealous of: Everyone p much K - Killed someone: not irl XD  L - Last time you cried: pretty recently bc of test stress actually M - Middle name: Alexandria N - Number of sibling(s): 1 brother and 2 step brothers o: O - One wish: I want to be good looking i guess P - Person I last called/texted: My mum Q - Questions you’re always asked: ISNT IT TOO HOT TO BE WEARING THAT??? NO FUCK YOU I WEAR WHAT I WANT ITS COMFY R - Reason to smile: My friends! <3 S - Song last sang: I cant sing XD T - Time you woke up: 6am U - Underwear colour: grey???? V - Vacation destination: BRISBANE SO I CAN MEET MAHI :DD W - Worst habit: complains abt being tired too much X - X-rays you had: dont remember o: Y - Your favorite food: Subway probably lol or nuggets

Z - Zodiac: Pisces!

20/20 Tag game! Tagged by @lawlicht4eva aAAA THANK UUUU <33

Name: Astra!

Nicknames: Satan

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Height: dont know :,) tall

Orientation: GAYYYYYYY

Nationality: Australian

Favourite Fruit: mangos o:

Favourite season: spring :D

Favourite Book: UH DOES FANFIC COUNT : , D 

Favourite flower: ?????

Favourite scent: instant noodles

Favourite Colour: blue o:

Favourite Animal: Snakess

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate o:

Average amount of sleep: 5 or so hours o:

Cat or dog: uh both :,)

Favourite Fictional Character: Kuro :, )

Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 

Dream trip: MY BED

Blog created:2015 sometime :,)

Number of followers: can’t remembe

Bold what applied to you! Tagged by @nukanell thank u nelelel 

APPEARANCE:I am 5′7″ or taller

I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces There is something I would change about the way I look PERSONALITY:My Hogwarts house is: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin I am an introvert I like meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality ABILITY:I can sing I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch HOBBIES:I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing Fandoms are my #1 passion I do or have done martial arts EXPERIENCES:I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts RELATIONSHIP:I’m in a relationship I have a celebrity crush I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend MY LIFE:I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone RANDOM SHIT:I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages fluently I have made a new friend in the past year

[glennsamm]

Grey C ft Patoraking - Rude Boy (Official Video)

Grey C ft Patoraking – Rude Boy (Official Video)

Amari Musiq signee Grey C releases new single dubbed Rude Boy features World Best Patoranking. Tune was produced by Tee Mode.

The song shows versatility from Greyc , as she gives us this cool vibe, confirming she is starting the year strong with lots more in store for her fans. Interesting visuals captured by Aje Filmz.

Watch video below.

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#Grey C #Grey C ft Patoraking #Grey C ft Patoraking - Rude Boy (Official Video) #Patoraking #Rude Boy

[jewish-gay-elves]

A Skyhold Meeting

Varric has a surprise for JT waiting at Skyhold, he almost forgets to go see what it is, but actually remembers at the last second.

Words: 2376, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Jackson Trevelyan: Don't Call Me That, Part 1 of Ant Hawke: Larger than He Seems

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age II Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: None Characters: Male Hawke, Varric Tethras, Male Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Antony Hawke, Male Trevelyan, Jackson Trevelyan Relationships: None Additional Tags: takin in game scenes and fucking with em, aka thats all i do really, this ended up much bigger than i thought it would

Having to wait for Varric to give the signal to finally approach was a pain and a half. He said it had to be the most opportune moment, and if Anthony walked out too soon then the surprise would be up and that wouldn’t be fun for anyone. Ant knew it was silly but that childish voice in the back of his head begged to play along. So for about an hour now, he had been using force magic to keep himself aloft.

“You can come down now, Messere Inquisitor left for the Hinterlands not ten minutes ago,” Varric called, surprising Anthony with his volume. Ant gave him a look before Varric rolled his eyes and finally added on to his previous sentence. “He took Seeker, Sparkler, and Buttercup with him, just get down here Hawke,” Now it was Ant’s turn to roll his eyes before he lowered himself using small puffs of force magic to make sure he didn’t break his foot falling that distance. Even if it was just a forty foot drop.

“Well this is a bit anticlimactic don’t you think? Telling me to hide up here and such to wait for him to appear but then he just leaves? Almost rude if you think about it,” Anthony said, putting his hands on his hips and pouting slightly. Varric looked as though he were about to reply but was cut off by rapid footsteps on the battlement outside. With a panicked look shared between them Varric was heading for the door as Anthony used his abilities to propel himself upwards.

Soon the door burst inwards and Varric was busy trying to think of a reason that he was in the abandoned tower in the first place. Like a small whirlwind, a young man who Anthony couldn’t place for the life of him, swung into the tower already talking a mile a minute. Varric’s face had been schooled back into nonchalance, and he was obviously trying to keep up with the quick paced lad. Ant could only wish that he was that energetic anymore.

“Whoa whoa, Sharps, slow down, take a breath. I can hardly understand you. Where’s the fire, kid?” Varric said, finally just hoping that he would repeat everything.

“Oh right, sorry I got excited. We were almost down the Skyhold steps and Cassandra started ranting about who you might have been talking about bringing to Skyhold, and then Dorian and Sera started guessing. Then, Sera said it had to be the Champion of Kirkwall because there was no way you knew the Hero of Ferelden, and Cassandra’s face was so red it had to be true and then I remembered you told me to meet you here! So, I figured the Hinterlands could wait for a bit, it’s not like that dragon is going to go anywhere,” He said, still in a rush. However, the bit about the dragon caught Ant’s interest. Dropping down was no hassle and then he ended up behind the boy with the eager question on his lips.

“You said there’s a dragon in the Hinterlands?”

“Ohmakerwhatthefuck!” The lad, (really only someone under the age of 25 would wear armor like that) said in reply to Ant’s appearance.

“Really, Hawke? As if we didn’t have enough dragons in Kirkwall,” Varric piped in, slightly annoyed with the ruined surprise.

“Cassandra is going to absolutely kill me for getting to meet you first,” the boy continued, as if he had not even heard the question.

“See, thats where you’re wrong Sharps, she’s going to kill me first for lying to her, which is why I need you to keep quiet. Besides, we have more important things to talk about,” Varric said, trying to get them back on track.

“Yeah, like the dragon! Where is it? Is it very large? We got mostly the same breed of dragon around Kirkwall, so things got boring kind of fast,” Ant said, remembering the huge dragon in the Bone Pit and all of her many, many, children.

“Wrong line of thought Hawke, c’mon, focus big boy,” Varric said “Something about a friend who can help us?”

“Right yes, Crestwood. Wardens. Something big is happening and I have some friends who can help but he can’t come here directly. You’ll have to go to Crestwood and find them,” Ant said, careful to not disclose the name of his ally.

“I can’t believe the Champion of Kirkwall is here,” the Inquisitor said, still looking dumbstruck at the man in front of him.

“Right, let’s try this one more time, proper introductions. Sharps, this is Antony Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall, and the Grand Enchanter of the Kirkwall Circle. Hawke, this is Jackson Trevelyan, youngest son of the Trevelyan family, Herald of Andraste, and most recently leader of the Inquisition. Congratulations, you’ve met,” Varric said dryly.

“JT, please, the full name is terribly stiff,” he said, seemingly coming back to himself and his manners in a way only nobles seemed to pull off.

“Hawke works fine, I don’t use Champion much anymore, and Grand Enchanter makes me feel awkward,” Ant replied. The two shook hands at last and looked each other over.

“I figured you might have some friendly advice about Corypheus, Hawke. You and I did fight him after all,” Varric said, beginning to step away from the two humans. “Well, I’m going to take my leave, see if I can avoid Cassandra long enough for her to cool off some,” Varric finished, heading down the steps.

“You’ve already dropped half a mountain on his head. I’m sure anything I tell you pales in comparison,” Ant said, leaning against the railing, taking in the sight of Skyhold. His freshly shaved head creating a terrible glare. JT had to step closer in order to avoid it.

“I heard all about how you saved Kirkwall from a horde of raging Qunari, I wouldn’t put down your advice so lightly,” JT said, still remembering all the remarkable things he read about the Champion, not seeing the man in front of him.

“I don’t see how that really applies, or is there a horde of rampaging Qunari I don’t know about?” Ant joked, hoping for some levity.

“There’s a Qunari. He almost qualifies as a horde all by himself. Fortunately, he’s on our side. His name’s The Iron Bull, swing by the tavern if you want to meet him,” JT advised. Hawke smiled at the thought of drinking with a Qunari after all of his history with the Arishok.

“You know, this view reminds me of the home I had in Kirkwall. I had a balcony that let me see all of the city” Ant said, looking back out at the scenery. JT lowered himself onto his elbows as well, allowing him the same view as Hawke.

“You’re lucky it was just a single city, I’ve got half of Thedas. Though most days it feels like the whole world is on my shoulders,” JT said, slumping in on himself.

“You’re doing everything you can to protect them,” Hawke conceded, hoping it would cheer the lad up again. Instead, JT froze next to him.

“Does it ever get any easier?” He asked, sounding as young as he looked. Ant could only reply with honesty.

“I’ll have to let you know on that one. I don’t envy you Inquisitor, but I may be able to help you.” Ant finally said, figuring they might as well get on with it. Trying to remember everything he could from his foray into the Vimmark Mountains.

“Varric said you fought Corypheus,” JT prompted, not remembering this story from the Tale of the Champion.

“Fought and killed. The Grey Wardens were holding him, and he somehow used his connection to the darkspawn to influence them. Corypheus got into their heads, messed with their minds, turned them against each other. If the Wardens have disappeared, they could have fallen under his control again. I remember seeing what it did to Anders, no one should have to go through that,” Ant admitted.

“You said you thought you killed Corypheus?” JT asked, eager to hear more of Hawke’s tales.

“The Grey Wardens had him imprisoned. They used my father’s blood in a ritual to seal Corypheus inside, but he could still reach out and influence the Wardens’ thoughts. He sent them after me. And I didn’t just think I killed him. When the fight was done, he was dead on the ground. Maybe his tie to the Blights somehow brought him back, or maybe its old Tevinter magic, but he was dead. I swear it.”

“So Corypheus has the Venatori, the Red Templars, and now possibly the Wardens as well?” JT said with minor hysterics, shaking his head he just turned to sarcasm as he said “Wonderful,” in a dry tone.

“I didn’t come all this way just to give you bad news,” Hawke said, standing up to pat him on the back.

“If that’s what happened to the Wardens, do you think we can free them?” JT asked, knowing the outlook was bleak. Ant however, tried to share his optimism.

“It’s possible, but we need to know more first,” Hawke said.

“You’re giving me a lot of maybes, maybe Corypheus has the Wardens, maybe they can be saved, I need some proof Hawke,” JT said, standing to his full height.

“Then let’s get you some, that friend in the Wardens I mentioned? I actually have a few. The last time we spoke, they were worried about corruption in the Warden ranks. Since then, nothing.” Ant explained.

“Corypheus would certainly qualify as corruption in the ranks if what we saw in the Red Templars is anything to go by. Did your friends disappear with them?” JT asked, trying to be gentle.

“No, they told me they’d be hiding in an old smuggler’s cave near Crestwood like I mentioned,” Ant said.

“If you didn’t know about Corypheus, what were you doing investigating the Wardens?” JT asked.

“One of the templars in Kirkwall was using a strange sort of lyrium. It was red. My brother put a stop to that but, I’d hoped the Wardens could tell me more about it,” Hawke explained. JT didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking about everything that had been said.

“Corypheus had templars with him at Haven. They seemed to have been exposed to the type of lyrium you described.” JT told him.

“Hopefully, my friend in the Wardens will know more.” Ant said, being optimistic again. JT just shrugged.

“I’ll take any lead I can get at the moment,” he admitted.

“Good. I’ll do whatever I can to help. I’ll need to send out a few messages if that’s all right?” Ant asked to JT’s brisk nods. “But let me know if you have anymore questions. Otherwise, I’ll meet you at Crestwood.”

“Actually, I have to ask, where did you go after the mages rebelled?” JT asked.

“I heard the Chantry was thinking about sending an Exalted March to Kirkwall to put down the rebellion. There was no point in it, those who wanted to live free of the Chantry had already fled, having no particular ties to Kirkwall while those who wanted to stay would have been obedient as lambs. Those behind the rebellion knew that Kirkwall’s templar force had been decimated after the death of Knight Commander Meredith and fled. I thought that by turning myself into the Divine herself, I could save more lives than loose.

As it turned out, I needn’t have bothered. All the Circles were rising up by then, we helped a lot of them take that final step. Afterwards, I returned to Kirkwall with my brother who stepped up into the role of Knight Commander after Cullen had left with Cassandra, and I stepped into the role of Grand Enchanter, to try and keep the peace. Atone for the lives lost on all sides, set a new precedent for how Circles could be run.” Ant explained. “Just some wishful thinking on my part I guess,”

“That’s extremely admirable of you, but what about Anders, what happened there? What was he like?” JT asked, still extremely curious.

“Complicated, it’s not like the minstrels make it out to be. He’s not just a monster or a hero. Or, maybe he’s both. There was a voice in him, literally, driving him towards justice for the mages, so loud it drowned everything else out. He was trying to change the world, he knew it couldn’t happen peacefully. There had to be a catalyst in the equation. I can’t give up on him. He’d be here right now if it was anyone after me but the Wardens. He’s a good friend, but he used to be a Grey Warden, I won’t risk exposing him to whatever they’re going through.” Ant said, thinking of his closest friend.

“What about the rest of your friends and family in Kirkwall, where are they now?” JT asked, hoping to land on a lighter subject.

“When the Wardens began acting strangely I had Aveline and her husband return to Kirkwall to keep an eye on my brother. If the three of them were together I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. Fenris on the other hand, he would have killed himself to protect me. I didn’t want to give him that chance. Isabela is still sailing, for all of our friendship, I knew she needed to be back on the seas rather than stuck in Ferelden. Merrill traveled with her for a while, but then began to help elven refugees who were displaced by the war, sending more than a few your way in fact. My uncle is still in Kirkwall actually, he and my cousin are keeping an eye on the manor while Carver and I are busy.” Ant said.

“Thank you, I know some of these things are hard to talk about,” JT said.

“It’s not an issue, but I’m sure we both have things we need to attend to,” Ant said.

“Right! I was going to fight a dragon!” JT said, finally remembering his team that he left by the gates. “Want to come along Champion?” he asked.

“I thought you’d never ask, Inquisitor,” Ant said with a broad grin on his face.

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