#i have some spicy ones that i would be super inclined to answer but also i get nervous .....

[maegicks]

trying to decide if i wanna post a starter call and write those or if i want 2 try and tackle a draft or 2...

#( ⁶⁶⁶ ) please stop the planet … i'd like to get off. ⇀ ooc. #maybe i could do memes ...... hm #i have some spicy ones that i would be super inclined to answer but also i get nervous ..... #i'm a mess #a whole mess

[kaiijo]

LOVER — RORONOA ZORO

roronoa zoro + i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover content: gn! reader

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dinners between pirate crews don’t usually occur since your alliances are fragile and you’re all prepared to fight at a moment’s notice. but given the collaboration between the strawhats pirates, the heart pirates, and the kid pirates, it’s safe to say that you’re all a bit more reassured that no one’s about to slice someone’s head off.

you accept another glass of wine from robin as usopp rambles on about how he took out at least thirty marines in your latest high-sea tussle. across the table, zoro snorts and gives you a dead-eyed stare that has you giggling behind your cup. 

you and zoro have been dating for quite some time, having begun only a few weeks after you joined luffy’s crew. neither of you have been inclined to tell the rest of your friends in order to avoid merciless teasing as well as mitigating the damage should your relationship go south. if it does, only the two of you will know about it and stew over it — the least amount of risk, you both agreed.

franky glugs down another stein of beer, laughing jovially, “alright, alright, i’ve got an idea!”

“oh? and what’s that?” robin asks, resting a hand on her chin. 

“let’s play a game. gotta spice things up!”

“hey!” usopp protests. “my stories are super spicy!”

“yeah, right,” kid snickers, “they’re also lies.”

usopp glares and is about to retort but franky beats him to the punch, saying, “truth or dare!”

“really?” deadpans law. “isn’t that for kids?”

“aww, you need to loosen up, cap!” shachi says, nudging law. “i’m down.”

franky says, “i’m sure everyone knows the rules. only thing is if you refuse to answer a truth or do a dare, you drink!”

luffy perks up. “yeah, alright! that sounds like fun! zoro! zoro! truth or dare?”

your boyfriend smirks. “dare. do your worst.” 

“i dare you to eat one of your swords.”

zoro’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “no way!”

“gotta drink then,” you say to him. 

“not a problem.” zoro lifts his stein to his mouth and you watch with appreciation as his bicep flexes and bulges under the tight t-shirt he’s wearing. he easily chugs down his beer, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. 

zoro dares sanji to throw out his collection of dirty magazines that he found under sanji’s bed; sanji asks nami who she would date if she could date any crew member (“ew, none of you.”); nami gets bepo to perform one of uta’s songs and bepo asks franky what’s the best kept secret he’s held from you all. 

franky smirks at law and says, “alright, law, truth or dare.”

“truth.”

“if you could hook up with anyone on the deck, who would it be?”

law frowns at the question and you’re sure he’s going to drink instead but when he says your name, the ship erupts into chaos. nami and ikkaku elbow you, their grins suggestive and encouraging; sanji glares at law; shachi, penguin, and bepo gape; and kid and luffy howl with laughter. you sit there in stunned silence, your face on fire, and you can’t look at law.

you chance a peek at zoro and find that, in all the ensuing chaos, he’s nowhere to be found. you catch the door to the belly of the thousand sunny swinging closed and you immediately stand, heading downstairs. you ignore everyone’s questioning shouts in favor of searching for your boyfriend. 

“zoro?” you call. “zoro!”

you wander the halls for a few minutes, checking the kitchen, the men’s quarter, the gym. you find him quickly, though, inside the energy room. he’s sitting on a crate, expression sour, and you plop down next to him. “you okay?” you ask.

“i’m fine.” 

you study him — his profile, the slope of his nose and the sharpness of his jaw, the way the low light of the room makes his tan skin look golden. you sit quietly with him for a few moments, listening to the engine of the ship run. zoro holds himself rigidly, unnervingly still, but you can feel the irritation rolling off of him, can still see the tension in his body. 

you reach over, brushing your hand against his brow to smooth out the furrow. he looks over at you, still scowling but a little less intensely now. you say, “i’m guessing what law said bothered you.”

he shrugs. you sigh, “it’s just a game, zoro. i’m sure he didn’t even mean it, probably said the first name he thought of.”

zoro grunts derisively, “he definitely meant it. look at you.”

you can’t help the pleased feeling the rushes through you but you don’t let it show as you let your hand fall to his shoulder. “it’s just a game. doesn’t mean anything.”

“yeah,” zoro says. there’s a beat and then he says, “i hate hidin’ this.”

“really?” you can’t hide your surprise. zoro’s the one who initially brought up keeping this from everyone.

“i’m sick of it,” he says. “sick of the fuckin’ love cook always saying shit to you. i hate when guys flirt with you and i can’t fuckin’ do anything because the rest of the damn crew is there and luffy’s makin’ me watch his scarf down twenty plates of roast beef.”

you snicker at the memory, which pulls a small smile at of zoro. you rest your head against his shoulder and he mutters, “hate that the fuckin’ doctor said you.”

“we could tell them, you know. i think it’s okay now.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you say. “i’m, like, super in love with you so you’re stuck with me.”

zoro snorts, “yeah, yeah. love you too.”

“are you ready to endure all the teasing from franky, robin, and nami?”

“for you, yeah.”

you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw. zoro grins, leaning down to catch your mouth with his. 

When you break apart, you ask him, “I would’ve placed money on you going to the gym. Why’d you come here?”

“Oh. I got lost.”

“You two okay?” asks robin as you and zoro resurface. the game seems to have finished and everyone’s back to drinking and chatting, though they all turn to you when they hear robin.

“yeah, we’re good,” you tell her. “we actually have something to tell you.”

“what is it?” nami asks.

“we’re together,” zoro says. “have been for a while.” and then, unexpectedly, zoro’s arm wraps around your hip and pulls you close.

the ship erupts into the chaos again with you and zoro in the middle. somewhere among all the yelling and gasping, law taps your shoulder and apologizes, which you wave off with an easy smile and zoro gives a firm nod.

nami shakes her head. “i can’t believe you two kept this from us!” and then, she turns to you. “zoro? really? you could do so much better.”

you wind yours arms around zoro’s waist, crushing him in a sideways hug. “nope, i don’t think so. he’s all mine!” 

nami gags and robin smiles calmly. “i’ve always known.”

you and zoro stare at her. “what?”

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[cutestkilla]

Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @creepyspice and @captain-aralias, it’s nice to learn more about you beyond our shared Snowbaz obsession!

Three ships: Snowbaz is my number one by a long shot, but my brain has also been rotted this past year by Thyon/Ruza from Strange the Dreamer (I joined Laini Taylor’s Patreon just for the short story she wrote about them, which if you read the series and enjoyed them as a pairing, I recommend highly), and I had an insane book hangover from the most recent book in Samantha Shannon’s The Bone Season series featuring one of the slowest slow burns that’s ever been burned, Paige/Warden.

First ship: My very first true ship obsession was Lois Lane and Clark Kent (basic, I know), courtesy of the TV series Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman in which both Dean Cain and Teri Hatcher were extremely hot. I used to make my parents serve me dinner on Sunday evenings in their bedroom so I could record every episode on VHS without commercials…

Last movie: I just finished watching Encanto, which was lovely. I rarely get a chance to watch movies these days (because by the time I sit down to watch TV I can usually barely stay awake for one TV episode, let alone a feature-length film), but I’m dying to watch Power of the Dog.

Currently watching: Season 2 of Raised by Wolves, Ridley Scott’s excellent and super-creepy series featuring two androids raising human children on Kepler 22b. Also, The Righteous Gemstones.

Currently reading: I have been listening to the Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone (the latest in the Outlander series) audiobook since the beginning of December, but also just picked up The Folk of the Air trilogy. I just keep getting detained starting it by all of the excellent fic coming up daily.

Currently consuming: White chocolate crème brûlée bark. Very good.

Currently craving: Yeah, the answer is pretty well always chocolate but I also have some Rockets valentine’s candy (another Canadian classic) so I might get down with that.

Favourite colour: Teal is my beloved, just ask all my throw pillows. And my duvet cover. And my kitchen stools. And my other throw pillows.

Last song I listened to: Pretty Little Head by Eliza Rickman (from @whatevertheweather’s The Space In Between playlist, which is all around great and resulted in my adding several new things to my rotation).

Sweet, savoury or spicy: Sweet by a million miles. I have a renowned sweet tooth (see crème brûlée bark above)!

Currently working on: I’m still working away on the illustration I previewed yesterday, and also a few other illustration WIPs, and just putting my brain to work on ideas for CO Reverse Bang that would be inspiring enough for someone to want to write a fic.

Hi to @whatevertheweather (you’re already tagged on this anyway for your primo playlist) @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @technetiumai and @bookish-bogwitch – I would love to hear more about you all, if you’re so inclined!

#about me

[halfgclden]

beck & chase ship meme

the real base? second base? checkett 👀

Who is more aggressive in bed? - i just gotta say one thing,,, it ain’t chase

Lights on or off? - chase turns on his lava lamp 😌

Who does what chores? - ummm whatever beck is like “hey do this” chase would bc he’s not,,, super inclined to do them himself but he’ll help out when he needs to orrr if there were chores beck Didn’t like doing he’d take them bc tbh they’re all the same to him

Who gets babied when they’re sick? - oh my god another chance for mr peterson to baby someone? bam spicy soup to make nose run and sooth the soul, changing the lampshades/light bulbs diff colors to make the light coming out softer for beck’s eyes, rubbing vicks on his chest for him?? i feel like beck has the carter “i’m fine” gene and would be like too much affection,,,, i can take care of myself,, please sto p

Who makes breakfast? - illegal for chase to make breakfast but he’d bring beck something from the cafe (plus coffee) bc i feel like beckett is another person who doesn’t eat breakfast and chase is like important meal!

Where would they go on their honeymoon? - o um?? probably somewhere they could drive to NOT canada

What are their quirks while sleeping? - chase kind of sprawls out which is Bad for someone so Lorge and beck wakes up a few times to move a limb or just because and is like Sigh

What is their favorite activity as a couple? - hear me out,,, any science/natural history museum where beck can be all smart and in his element and explain things to chase and chase has his mind Absolutely Blown and is like :0000 they would both be Thriving

Who is the stricter parent? - okay but why can i hear BOTH being like “sorry guys,,, dad/papa said no ://“ so that they’re both the cool one but the kids just think they’re equally strict

Who would be the big spoon? - if it’s not beck this isn’t gonna work out 😔

Who would wake up first? - the real question is did beck sleep last night? and the answer is probably not

Do they have nicknames for each other? - well,,, beck but i can also see chase getting into the habit of calling him pet for some reason? but also probably babe

What happened when they met each other’s parents? - they didn’t have to worry about that aren’t they lucky 😇

How do they apologize after an argument? - beck seems like the first fight he has with a person and he’s like “,, so we’re gonna break up i guess” and chase would be like hUh

What would they be like as parents? - trying so hard to be the cool dads but gods are they ever embarrassing but wow do they care so much and it shows

Who is the better cook? - honestly,,,, they seem like they’re both bad i know beck does compounds all day but that’s Different. they end up eating a lot of ramen

Who is more romantic? - chasey baybee beck shivers once and that jacket is going around his shoulders / hi honey i was thinking about you so i stopped by to bring you lunch and get you out for your break you’re workin real hard / little things that i think would catch beck off guard at first until he got used to being treated like that

What sort of gifts do they get for each other? - chase would still go the homemade route i think! i feel like beck would be like koda,,,, what do i get him

Who gets jealous easiest? - gonna say beck because chase wouldn’t

Who gets more excited for events? (e.g. birthdays, christmas…etc) - oh it’s chase but he gets so Ridiculously Overexcited for Everything that beck can’t help but get at least a little roped in/ at the least he’d be like that’s,,, Adorable

Who is the most adventurous? - chase!

Who is the most protective? - chase 😇

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? - nerd plus stoner?? chase keeps going to the tutor bc he’s hot but never actually learns anything bc he’s staring and keeps failing his tests and beck is like what am i doing wrong?? lmao

Song to sum them up? - Honey - Red Hearse / Unwind Me! - mmmonika

#char: chase #chasebeck #ask meme

[iiasha-archived]

So, I recently was binge-re-watching Avatar and was wondering how you'd place the SVT members in terms of benders plus non-benders. Vernon really seems like a water bender to me because he's so chill but that also makes me think he'd be Gucci as a non-bender. But Jun as air and Minghao as fire?

AHHHHH omg this is SUCH a good question and i hope you’re ready for the whole ass analysis under the readmore bc i have many Thoughts on the subject 😂 honestly though arguments could be made for any, since i think they all have traits that could fit in with multiple elements!! but anyways longass rambling ahead lmao ❤️

seungcheol

definitely a firebender in my mind, no questions asked, but i could also see the argument for earth

this kind of comes out of his character of being such a great leader

on one hand he has such a passionate and ambitious personality, which is the main reason why i see him as a firebender

especially on stage you can really feel his energy explode

his loyalty also runs soooo deep and one of the things i really admire about him is the lengths he’ll go through to do what’s best for his members. he really does take care of them

so on the other hand, that’s why i also see the argument for earth!

again making him such a great leader, he has a lot of patience and stability

it’s clear that he’s a rock that the others can rely on during turbulent times, and that steadiness is definitely a trait i associate with earthbenders

but overall i think his own personal aspirations and drive make him more suited as a firebender

jeonghan

waterbender! there is a trait that water benders are versatile and adaptable to situations, which i can DEFINITELY see with jeonghan

i mean obviously we speak loads of his cleverness (cheating) and how good he is at speaking out of his ass on the fly

at the same time though i also kind of see him as a flowing river

as in he’ll flow and move in any direction he wants, and is definitely open to change if he is willing to

but god if you try to force that change out of him he is absolutely immovable; he can also be pretty stubborn and relentless sometimes!

and also with rivers how there’s always a destination for it; jeonghan is completely not afraid to do whatever it takes to achieves his goals, which to me is a lot like a river steadily rushing on towards the ocean

even if there are obstacles he’ll do whatever it takes to overcome them (even if it means cheating lmao)

at the end of the day though he’s definitely a healing presence for other members, considering how much they confide in him, which is another property i associate with water 

joshua

now with joshua i’m not entirely sure. i could definitely see him as an earthbender or nonbender

my rationale for earthbender is that he’s just very... grounded

while of course he can be really goofy and playful at times, i think in general he’s very down to earth 

like in interviews and stuff he obviously isn’t the one always reaching for the microphone

and his answers are honestly pretty standard most of the time, i haven’t really seen him try to answer in an outrageous way, especially compared to someone like, say, hoshi lmao

even in going seventeen he seems more content to literally just sit back and enjoy the show, only speaking up when he really feels like it

he just gives off super reliable vibes as well; i mean that’s probably half the reason why he got that gentleman nickname lmao

it’s also this difficulty of pinning an element to him that i could see him as a non-bender??? 

i’m not really sure what traits drive home for a non-bender but that’s just my gut feeling lmao. if he was an earthbender he’d be an incredibly chill one

jun

ahhhhh my boy is definitely an airbender!!

i keep thinking back to that interview where the members were asked something along the lines of whether they had worries or something? i can’t remember the exact wording

and like jun (and maybe vernon?) said no and the others were like “that’s just because he forgets” lmao

he is suuuuch a go with the flow type of dude, and his playful nature really plays in well with the aspect of freedom that’s tightly associated with the element of air

another reason i kind of associate him with airbending comes from the show itself, namely aang’s own personality and how much aang would stand his ground to defend his own beliefs and morals

i always come back to jun’s selfless attitude in cyzj when he had to perform without yanan, specifically the stage where he performed with two microphones to represent that he was still thinking of yanan in that moment

like even if he seems all over the place at times, when it comes down to it he’s really going to do what he believes is right, and can be incredibly stubborn about it too

but at the end of the day jun is a lover not a fighter and just wants everyone to have a good time and god i fucking love him for that

hoshi

what else could our resident tiger be but a firebender

again, the main thing i associate with firebending is high energy and passion and BOY DOES HOSHI DELIVER

but his outrageous outbursts aside i also think there’s a lot to be said of his work ethic that i think really fits into firebending

from the show there is a lot of discipline and hard work that comes with firebending, as fire is often seen as difficult to control

while all the members are obviously hardworking, a lot of them have pointed to him and woozi being the hardest working of them all

hoshi is definitely the kind of dude that throws himself into his work with everything he’s got

and of course the fact that it’s what he loves only helps push that drive and determination even further

i also often think of how hoshi mentions he basically feels possessed when he’s dancing/on stage lmao

but i think that can be attributed to the overwhelming passion he has for the art; it consumes him like an overwhelming flame

wonwoo

for me wonwoo definitely feels like a waterbender

again with the idea of water being adaptable, wonwoo is really good at adjusting to the energies of the others even if he’s not naturally super outspoken himself

he can easily go from low to high just like the tides (haha get it), and if the other members are being super excitable it’s very easy for him to join in on the fun

but on the flipside he also has the capabilities of just completely shutting them down lmao kind of like how he cuts people off in debate night

not to bring astrology into this but he’s also the one helping bring some water into this air-dominated group lmao

so yes, versatile, adaptable, but also really good at literally dousing out the flame when needed

if jeonghan was a river i see wonwoo more as a vast like, in that even if he’s somewhat quiet on the surface there is so much more going on underneath

there’s just something very tranquil about his energies that i think make him very suitable for waterbending

woozi

honestly woozi is another one that’s hard for me to place, but i’m going to go with firebending on this one, although i can also see earthbending

i know i’m sort of sticking to the same traits for these lmao, but woozi is kind of that perfect combination of being super well grounded and stable vs just sooo so passionate about his work

he’s always throwing himself into his music like never has anybody questioned his absolute passion and determination for it

as such it sort of makes me lean towards him being a firebender, but a more like... aloof one i guess??

kind of like uncle iroh, except instead of tea it’s music lmao

and if you hurt the people he cares about it’s going to get SERIOUS because how DARE you

but that sort of distance is also sort of why i see more earthbending traits in him; he’s more comfortable with sticking with what he’s used to, and isn’t as inclined as others to go outside his comfort zone

and why he facepalms so much when the other members do stupid shit lmao

seokmin

seokmin i actually have no idea

if i had to pick an element i’d say either water or air, but somehow neither of those completely fit either. so maybe even a nonbender???

like for water, i see it through his kind and healing soul and heavily relate that to the healing properties of water

he’s also just so expressive, which honestly to me can be represented in the many different forms of water there are

like he wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve, and i feel like that is something that could be reflected in waterbending

for air, i see it through his playful and joyful personality and the childlike innocence he embodies, like a playful breeze on a warm sunny day

like jun he’s completely a lover not a fighter, and if he had bending it’d be more about mediation than confrontation

but at the end of the day i think he’s more grounded by his emotions which is why i feel slightly more inclined towards waterbending, but honestly it’s still pretty 50/50

he’s also one of the members i can definitely see being a nonbender; i don’t have anything to back this up but it’s kind of just a gut feeling lmao

mingyu

interestingly enough i kind of see both firebending and waterbending for him, and kind of like seokmin i’m very 50/50 on the two

for firebending i actually literally associate him with fire, and my nickname for him is also spicy red hot chili pepper lmao

i also see fire with him because almost everything he does is done with extreme eagerness and curiosity

for me he almost encapsulates the tantalizing allure of playing with fire, and how he wants to try his hand at experiencing many different things as quickly as fire spreads from one interest to the next

for waterbending though it’s kind of for the exact same reason

i keep preaching about the versatility and adaptability of water, and what better aspect to associate with mingyu’s continuous curiosity for trying new things? 

so it’s a mix of the two due to the passionate determination behind his desire to literally get his hands on everything

and there is no end goal, it is just an all consuming fire that is hungry for more until there is none left

minghao

okay i see minghao as a firebender as well and also this is a slight nod to the minghao = zuko agend LMAO

but kind of in the same vein where iroh/zuko used elements of waterbending in their firebending, i think minghao would also have a lot of the more fluid waterbending techniques in his firebending

like where traditional firebending is perhaps more of a hard, fighting style, minghao gives me a much more fluid vibe

this also comes out of his artistic style with contemporary dance and abstract art, and his passions with developing it

i’m not totally sure how to explain this but to me his artistic expression has a lot of fluid movement in it in which the driving force isn’t the necessarily the user/artist (minghao) but more about where those energies want to go themselves

compared to hoshi where i said the fire consumes him (in a good way), minghao’s fire is more directed at releasing the energy where it needs to be released and not forcing it

i think that’s also why minghao finds a lot of stress release in drawing and art

so still very passionate, very hot, but fluid, like a dancing flame

seungkwan

seungkwan i see mainly as an earthbender but maybe with some fire as well!

a lot of this comes with just how extremely disciplined he is with pretty much everything

even if he is extremely witty and incredibly funny on variety shows i think a lot of it comes out of him just being extremely socially aware, or like aware of his surroundings if that makes sense??

one of the key elements of earthbending is sort of taking in the environment around you and waiting for the right moment to strike

and for seungkwan i think he just has so much natural wit and knowledge that he is able to always come up with the right thing to say at the right time

but i also see some firebending in him because he also gets easily frustrated lmao

like how he gets so easily flustered when he does say the wrong thing at the wrong time and it doesn’t get the reaction he wants

he wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve a lot like dk but tends to also act on them, which to me is aspects of firebending shining through

vernon

personally for vernon i very much see air bending!

again a huge association i have with air is also the element of freedom, and kind of literally doing whatever you want, which i think suits vernon SO well

we always talk about how he’s just simply vibin’/off in his own world and for me there is no element more suitable for that then airbending

he has the kind of energy where everyone else is forced to go at his own pace; you can’t really force it

to throw another pun in here it’s literally like trying to fight the wind: completely useless

but it’s not necessarily met with resistance; vernon has his own ideas but he’s definitely extremely open minded to others and could be swayed given a good discussion

like while jeonghan also goes at his own pace, it’s often feels like it’s towards some directed goal, again like a flowing river. but with vernon, i feel like he’s literally just kind of doing whatever, in the same way that the wind never has a destination or specific course

it’s more about exploring the possibilities and just straight up enjoying life

dino

dino is definitely a boy of the earth for me hahaha

while he is definitely just as passionate about things as his other members, his energy comes off more of a really steady and powerful determination

there’s this sort of strength and endurance with dino that for me makes him extremely suitable for earthbending 

like i think a large part of it comes from the fact that he has very clear goals and a steady mindset way of achieving them

like if he says he’s gonna do something then he’s going to do it, and also the way he always stands his ground when it comes to confrontation

he’s the guy who’s gonna absolutely speak his mind but at the same time be really open minded to other opinions

like he obviously gets teased a lot as the maknae but he takes it all in good stride and then throws it back with just as much force you know lmao although maybe not as much in recent episodes where woozi has just completely obliterated him with the razor

#seventeen #svt #asks #anon #omg this took way longer than i thought lmao but ty this was fun!!! #i did not proofread this i finished the last member and hit publish #if you guys have any other opinions/thoughts plss let me know i'd love to discuss this stuff #if the readmore broke im so sorry yall 😩😩😩 #atla #m:writing

[dragonnan]

This is faaaar from a complete list and will be spotty at best but I’ve been pondering MCU characters a lot as I’ve been getting slowly back to work on my mega-fic.  I LOVE minor head canons.  Simple stuff like favorite foods or what music they listen to or were they ever a smoker or whatever whatever.  So I’m gonna give myself the challenge of crafting some head canon and anyone else is very welcome to dive in! (some things are already established via canon)

~ Ethnicity ~ Faith ~ Smoker ~ Alcohol ~ Favorite food ~ Favorite cookie ~ Favorite animal(s) ~ Favorite music ~

Tony Stark:  Ethnicity: Mixed European-American-Jewish (he refers to himself as a “mutt”) Faith: “No thanks” being the initial answer but if he feels like opening up he’ll admit to believing there’s likely “something” out there but at the same time figures that “something” stopped caring about humanity a long long time ago.  Smoker?  Never liked cigarettes but smoked a few cigars when he was younger due to Obie’s influence.  He never was a big fan but wanted to fit in with his mentor.  Alcohol: Influenced both by his father and Obie, Tony started drinking hard liquor semi-regularly as young as 14 (his Dad let him try his first sip at the age of 6).  He pretty much sticks with Scotch or Bourbon but is not opposed to cheap beer at a ball game.  In fact the cheaper the better - a requirement for any self-respecting American.  Favorite food: hot dogs.  Neither one of his parents cooked.  Breakfast and lunch were whatever whenever for all three of them but dinner? You better be sure you were at that table before the plates were set down or you could go without (and Tony got a slap from his father when he’d observed that rule only seemed to apply to him).  But on the nights he was sent to his room, Jarvis would slip upstairs, later, with a sandwich or, on really rough nights, a couple of hotdogs.  Favorite cookie: Those Christmas wreath ones made with cereal and marshmallow with the cinnamon candies.  Favorite animal(s): he likes all animals but if he had to pick one for a pet he’d get an iguana.  Favorite music: well duh lolol.   

Stephen Strange: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American (borrowed from Benedict Cumberbatch’s ethnicity and adding the American) Faith: Originally atheist but now closer to Buddhist.  Smoker:  Never.  Even prior to becoming a sorcerer he has always been conscious of what he takes into his body; especially given the history of cancer on his mother’s side of the family.  Alcohol:  Wine, occasionally, though he isn’t really a social drinker per-say.  Favorite food:  The spicy shrimp and pork dumplings from a Thai place in Midtown.  Favorite cookie: Hmmm.... not a big sweets guy but he won’t turn away a few ginger-pecan cookies with coffee.  Favorite animal(s): dogs - unequivocally.  He had a border collie growing up on his family farm in Nebraska.  Favorite music: please don’t make this poor man actually have to choose.  

Steve Rogers: Ethnicity: Irish (as per comics) Faith? Irish-Catholic (as per the comics).  Smoker? Prior to the serum there was no way he could safely do so with his health issues.  After he started traveling with the performers all of the girls in the group smoked and he tried it out a few times but never developed a taste for it.  Alcohol: he drank A LOT - easy enough to do as it never had any real effect on him.  He enjoys scotch and bourbon (a taste he picked up from hanging around Howard Stark).  Steve seems to low-key always have the munchies (like most enhanced) and once Tony picked up on that there are always a variety of snacks scattered here and there throughout the compound (also of benefit for Bruce, Peter, Thor, and, later, Bucky).  Steve’s favorite foods typically remind him of his mother’s cooking.  While they’d never had much (especially after his father died) his mom could do a lot with limited supplies.  She used to make a fantastic meat pie with ground beef or tongue.  He hates SPAM.  They ate it in the Army, constantly, and just the smell will occasionally send him back to those days and not in a good way.  Favorite cookie?  Oreos.  He can clean up a family sized pack in like 10 minutes.  Steve loves animals but is especially fond of horses and dogs.  There was a dog in his unit in WW2 and Steve, like most of the other men, would share bites of his rations with it.  Steve is nostalgic about music from the 40s but finds that 70s rock really resonates with him.      

Bucky Barnes: Ethnicity: Romanian-American (borrowing a little from Sebastian Stan’s ethnicity) Faith? Possibly agnostic.  Smoker? Heck yes - both cigarettes and cigars.  Like Steve, the serum he received (via Hydra’s experimentation) means he gets to dodge the detrimental side effects of smoking.  Alcohol: He likes to drink but is almost exclusively a beer drinker.  He has a big appetite but refuses to eat around others if he can at all help it.  His favorite food is corned beef with cabbage.  Steve’s grandmother was an Irish immigrant and would make it every Sunday before the war impacted rations.  Since both Bucky’s parents were dead he’d often have dinner with his best friend.  Also, unlike Steve, he actually likes SPAM.  But then, arguably, he isn’t terribly picky about food in general.  Favorite cookie: molasses.  Favorite animal(s): birds - eagles in particular - though he doesn’t look too deeply at the psychology of their ability to just fly away.  Needless to say a crafty observer might spot a former Winter Soldier tossing seeds towards the pigeons.  Favorite music: He’s pretty eclectic though he shies away from anything too loud like death metal.  He finds classical very soothing.       

Peter Parker: Ethnicity: Mixed American-Scandinavian-German-ish Faith: Protestant upbringing but unsure where he currently stands. If pressed he’d say he’s “leaving his options open” Smoker?  “Oh gross!” Alcohol: “Um, too young to drink, thanks! But if I WERE to... you know, try it just to taste it there was this mudslide at one of Flash’s parties that was super good...” Favorite food: spaghetti and meatballs.  Lots of meatballs.  Favorite cookie: chocolate chocolate chip with chunks.  Favorite animal(s): NOT spiders.  And NOT birds given how many rooftops he’s traversed layered in pigeon ick.  He’d probably say cats.  Favorite music: The B side of techno rock - especially Depeche Mode.

Peter Quill: Ethnicity:  Half mixed American and half celestial.  Faith: His Dad was a god and he killed him so he figures he probably isn’t on the best terms with the Big G God should He... or She... or Them... be out there.  Look he just wants to do his thing and cause a little trouble without mixing it up with any other celestial types but if they DO wanna throw down he’d like to point out that he’s 1 for 1 and willing to rumble.  Smoker: He would not say no to a really good cigar and may have possibly lifted a case from Yondu’s stash when he struck out on his own.  Alcohol:  Anywhere any time and in large quantities.  Favorite food:  A thick steakhouse bacon burger with potato chips right on the patty.  Extra cheese please!  Favorite cookie: He’s a simple guy with simple tastes.  classic chocolate chip no frills no fuss and fresh from the oven.  Favorite animal(s):  He likes dogs - who doesn’t like dogs?  But he really likes cows.  Just maybe don’t mention the burger thing.  Favorite music:    

Thor: He’s a Norse god of legend so I figure we can forego the ethnicity/faith questions lol.  Smoker: He has never understood this human custom nor has he felt any inclination to try it himself  Alcohol: Beer, mead, and anything capable of knocking him on his ass.  Favorite food:  chili with ghost peppers.  Though nowhere near as hot as the fire chilies of Muspelheim (which would be instantly fatal for humans so its just as well).  Favorite cookie: strawberry cheesecake with macadamia nuts.  Favorite animal(s):  It’s a tossup between bilgesnipe and whales.  Favorite music:  The mighty horns of battle!  He also enjoys old school country, much to Tony’s disgust.  The story aspect of that music is what appeals to him.

Bruce Banner: Ethnicity: Italian-American  Faith: Catholic in his childhood; currently Atheist or maybe agnostic.  Smoker: He tends to avoid any substances for, you know, obvious reasons.  Alcohol: See previous.  Favorite food:  Waffles with sliced mango.  Favorite cookie: Oatmeal.  Favorite animal(s):  Mantis shrimp - “did you know they can generate so much power in their attacks that they can briefly super-heat the water up to 7,700 °C??”  Favorite music:  Indian- especially Krishna Bhajan.    

Clint Barton: Ethnicity:  Mixed European-American and Panamanian.  Faith:  His parents were both Protestant but he’s never latched on to any specific faith and hasn’t really devoted a lot of thought on the matter.  He has a sorta loose idea of “maybe something out there” but that’s all the further he’s gotten on the subject.  What he tells anyone who asks it’s that his religion is coffee.  Smoker: Briefly when he was a teen.  Alcohol:  Beer - he’s a fan of dark lager.  Favorite food:  Coney Island dogs, Pizza, and pickle flavored potato chips.  Favorite cookie:   Monster cookies with the mini M&Ms.  Favorite animal(s): Dogs  Favorite music:  80s rock and some country.

Natasha Romanoff: Ethnicity:  Russian.  Faith:  She was not given much choice when younger and was raised as “state atheist” (per comics).  In the years since escaping that life, however, she has tried to discover more about herself.  Her parents were both Russian Jewish and there has been a pull to discover more about that faith - especially since meeting Wanda - who is Jewish.  Smoker:  No.  Alcohol: Some vodka - that’s a given.  But she actually prefers wine; and honestly her favorites are wine spritzers.  Favorite food:   Favorite cookie: Krumkake filled with creme and berries.  Favorite animal(s): Favorite music:  Overall she listens to a pile of little-known bands and whomever is playing at whatever bar in whatever city she happens to be in.  She also is a huge fan of old school Spice Girls.

[milk-colored-dream]

this neighborhood has always been kinda off.

word count: 1,099 words character: ace trappola note: set after the protagonist managed to get back home. a series, hopefully. also, yes I uploaded this story somewhere else as well!

It's been around a little less than a month since the government issued an order for everyone to stay in their houses. Everything had been chaotic due to a certain virus spreading around the world, and it's safe to say almost everyone and their families are affected... including me, my cat, and my neighborhood.

"I wonder when this will end...?" I whispered as I looked out of the window. It was around 01:00 PM in the afternoon, and outside looked incredibly peaceful - almost as if there wasn't a world crisis going on... ah, I really want to go outside...

No, no, no! Do yourself - and all the health workers out there - a favor and stay at home...!

"But I'm super bored..."

I looked down to see my black cat looking up at me as if he's had enough of my ramblings.

"Meow."

He meowed, and honestly, he's a really, really strange cat. It always feels like I understand what he says. Even as I picked him off the street, when I was about to name him Coal, he meowed really, really loudly and for some reason, the words: 'I'm not Coal, I'm Grim!!' appeared inside my head. At first I was super confused, but now I just think that yes, I guess strange things do happen in real life, and yes, my cat is maybe, probably, most likely, a telepath. Oh, by the way, what he said just now was: 'You're so noisy'. He's really arrogant for a creature living on the canned tunas I bought him.

I was about to say something to him when suddenly, my doorbell rang.

Ding-dong!

"Comingー"

Ding-dong! Ding-ding-ding-ding-dong!

"This annoying way of pushing the doorbell... it must be him."

I sighed as I stood up (Grim had already jumped off of my lap at this point), and walked towards the door.

"Yeah, yeah, what do you want, Ace?"

I said, as I opened the door. As expected, the greeting me behind the door was Ace Trappola, one of my neighbors. He lives in a share house around two houses away from mine, along with his buddies. Sometimes he visits with Deuce Spade, his bestie-slash-rival, and the two of them (plus Grim) would make a mess out of my house... though, now that we're in quarantine, I have to say I miss their antics... by quite a lot.

"Hey!" He pulled down his mask (good children don't copy him! Keep it on, that's the whole purpose of the thing!) and grinned as he called my name. His smile has an inexplicable quality to it: it makes you want to smile as well... and truth to be told, perhaps what I need now is someone like him - someone akin to sunshine - to  make me feel better. And so, I smiled back, quickly forgetting my irritation of him pushing my doorbell five times in succession.

"What's up?" I asked, and then I noticed the two big grocery bags on his hands. "Just got back from groceries?"

Ace sighed, "Yeah, I lost the battle."

"Battle?"

"They were cheating!" He suddenly yelled, "We were playing a game where we each eat a Super Hot Extra Spicy Devil's Onigiri made by Dorm Leader and Trey-senpai and the one who gave up and drank water first lose," he explained.

There are so many things I wanted to comment on, but for your information, I've actually already asked him regarding his calling Riddle Rosehearts, one of his housemate, as 'dorm leader'. I mean, it's not like they're in a dorm, and dorm leader sounds very... school-ish of him (despite all of them being university students like me), so I got curious. He answered that it's just a habit he's had, since, you know, Riddle acts like a dorm leader. I'm inclined to agree with him, though, since Riddle's way of talking and behavior is very much like an upright class president.

"ーI bet they used Trey-senpai's magic and..."

His last words piqued my ears as I tilted my head to the side, "Magic?"

He looked at me in horror for one second, before he switched back to the usual Ace, "U-uh, uhm, I mean, I bet since Trey-senpai's the one making the onigiri, he rigged it so I got the spiciest one!"

I eyed him in suspicion, but then decided to let go. Oh well, Ace and Deuce both tend to say weird stuff - especially Deuce. Though Ace always seems to cover for him when that happens.

"Ahaha, and I bet that's Cater-san's idea."

"You bet it is!" Ace grumbled, cursing under his breath. I think I heard him saying 'I'll get you when I'm back, damn yankee honor student!' (most probably referring to Deuce), but I'll just, uh, pretend I heard nothing.

"So? What brings you here?" I asked finally, after Ace calmed down a tad bit.

"Oh! Yeah, Dorm Leader asked me to give this to you," he said, as he handed me one of the bags he has on him. Different from the rest of his shopping bags, this one is red, made of paper and has a cute checkered pattern on it.

"What's this?" I asked, as I took it from his hand.

"Handmade cookies. Don't worry, Trey-senpai made it together with Dorm Leader so it should taste good."

"Trey-san's cookies...!" I looked at it, and then at Ace, in gratitude. "Thank you, Ace!!"

I smiled widely - oh, to eat Trey’s heavenly cookies again...! - as hugged the paper bag Ace gave me. However, for some reason Ace's face turned red... and his expression's kinda mixed.

"Stop that," He pushed his free hand on to my face, "It's distracting!"

"Huh!?" I jolted in surprise. "What's wrong!?"

"...Nothing," Ace replied with a pout, "Anyways, I'll be going home now. Can't make the tyrant dorm leader wait for too long."

"...?" I gave him a last questioning look, but then I nodded, "Okay, take care, Ace!"

"Yeah, see ya later! Don't die, 'kay?"

"Out of boredom, probably," I laughed, "But I'll do my best. Oh, and please tell Trey-san and Riddle-san thanks for the cookies! I'll make something in return tomorrow."

"Sure, sure," Ace replied, "'Kay, bye for real now!"

Ace gave me one last smile and turned around to go home. I sent him off from the porch, and then I went back to the house, grinning as I imagined myself eating the heavenly snack that was Trey and Riddle's cookies, and I closed off the door.

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #fanfiction #reader-insert

[ilusionis]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

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

my muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless 

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

how strictly do you follow canon?  — closely, especially if we’re referring to general outline of Bleach lore and making my headcanons / metas fit in its scheme. i follow canon events but I’m not opposed to exploring aus (i have a few in mind that i definitely wanna write down);  i try to stay true to aizen’s personality and psychology at the best of my capabilities, but all of us are bound to look at a character through our own distorted lenses,  so i’ve kinda made peace with the fact that my interpretation of him might have strayed from his original portrayal by the author.  still, i hope whatever i add of mine contributes to enriching aizen as a character, rather than just twisting him into a fan version. i am only adamant about all my stuff fitting in and making sense to the complex landscape of the bleach universe, and yes, i can be strict about that.

SELL YOUR MUSE ! aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  oh worm? aizen is a visionary. he makes you see the things no one would notice, makes you doubt what you’d otherwise take as granted, makes you (the reader, but also the character he interacts with) reconsider every truth.  he provides conflict and mystery, which are the core of adventure, and he’s a multi-layered, polymorphic character you never stop learning about and from. aizen, as a character, takes and takes - but he also has the potential to give endlessly. i realize this is a weird rambling but i could fill essays on why aizen is spicy ... i mean, sometimes bleach does fit into the dystopic genre, and aizen is the key to understanding most dynamics of the bleach universe. if you rp a bleach character, especially, it comes without saying interacting with aizen is always a good chance at character development.

now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  i’m biased but i don’t think aizen is ever uninteresting.  if anything, sometimes interactions can feel stagnant because he’s extremely secretive, and also because he’s on a wildly different level than most ... idk, lieutenant-level (or lower) muses around.  it’s not just strength that can act as a barrier, though; disinterest on either ends of an interaction can be a tough obstacle. aizen doesn’t really make small-talk, interacting with him requires commitment.

what inspired you to rp your muse?  —  i don’t really remember anymore. i started bleach because i was curious to learn more about aizen, and the love for this character made me appreciate the overall story even at the first quick read. strictly talking about rp, i guess it was just the curiousity to explore and understand him better? plus an old friend of mine enabled me lol.

what keeps your inspiration going?  —  i’ve only recently returned after a long hiatus and i was surprised to find myself so full of energy to pour into this character. i wouldn’t know how to explain it tbh? he’s a tiring muse, but one that fills me with pride. that’s a good reason to keep going. also, i love the bleach universe, i love to extrapolate themes from it and aizen is one of the richest characters it has to offer, one of the most complex and complete. my biggest inspiration is the aizen himself, looking at him from all possible angles and perspectives, finding literary / musical / other media references to get an always better grasp on him. 

some more personal questions for the mun.

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

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO.  (i gotta change this tbh, i got one brewing)

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO.

do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  i guess it depends on the wording; it takes nothing to be mindful and polite, and if you are, i definitely won’t mind the criticism. expect it to rouse a conversation, though, i’m quite rooted in my portrayal and what i feel is my understanding of aizen’s character by now, and i need the criticism to be in-depth. 

do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  absolutely! i might be slow with them because i don’t like half-assing my answers, but i dearly appreciate every question i’m sent. 

if someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  i crave feedback on my headcanons / metas, positive or negative. if you disagree, tell me why! i might have made a mistake and you might be saving my life, or still it could prompt an interesting confrontation, make us both notice new stuff, etc. if by the end of it we still disagree, good. 

if someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  peace. i’m always open to discuss disagreements, but if they really don’t like my interpretation, i’m sure there’s plenty of fish in the sea 😌

if someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  i’m protective of aizen, don’t hate him or get ready to throw fists, ao. 

are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  prepositions are my recurring nightmare. sometimes i post replies without thoroughly proofreading them and you might spot grammatical errors or typos; please point them out or fix them for me. especially if u spot a recurring error. 

do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  i am, i’m chill, but i can strike as somewhat distant, not gonna lie. i’m terrible at smalltalk because i’m not super inclined to disclose stuff about my private life unless we’re friends or i feel really comfortable doing so. i’m slow, somewhat careless, and i like my boundaries respected. that said, i consider myself friendly and i’m game to talk about anything as long as you give me a topic. i don’t think i come off as intimidating??? unless we talking about food. 

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by:  @skyvar​ i don’t know you but you seem nice! :D Tagging: 🤏🤏🤏

#snow makes the best memes uwu

[mooleche]

A Tale of Ink and Venom

Chapter 3 - The Encounter

A/N - This one’s quite chonky so apologies in advance! Also light gore/violence near the end, for forewarning. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapter updates let me know! Enjoy! （*´▽｀*）

By the time I made it back to the labs most of the lower level was barren of people. A few stragglers lurked here and there to finish up what work they had while poor Barry struggled to stay awake during his patrol around the halls.

“Oh! Evenin’ Miss Knight,” he called, jolting awake as I passed. I shot him a hurried wave before continuing my brisk walk to Renato’s lab, caught up in the conversation Mr. Lee and I had shared. He had planted a seed of motivation in me that I hadn’t felt in ages and now that it was here I wasn’t going to let it disappear.

“Hey, I’m back! Sorry for being so late, I got caught up with Mr. Lee. Also, I wanted to run something by y- Bam?” I started as I walked into his lab only to pause short when I saw her full figure leaning against one of the tables. Renato pushed his glasses up and sauntered towards me with hand outstretched for the signatures like he did every time I returned. I obliged, too caught up in seeing my best friend to finish my sentence. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know. Needed some downtime to work on my projects and thought you could use some company. But I also nabbed us some free dinner!"

“I would hardly call the guilt-trip you gave me ‘nabbing free dinner’,” Renato muttered under his breath as he returned to his desk, fully ignoring Bam’s eyes following him the entire time.

“Did it not work?” she asked smugly.

“A little too well. Surprised you’re not following in your father's footsteps with how well you persuade people," he retorted.

"Ugh, way too drab. I wanna be the one that takes the scandal photos of the politicians. After all, how else was I going to get daddy to pay for my college tuition?"

Renato shared a look of suspicion with me and went silent at this, knowing he couldn’t beat Bambi at her own game. You see, despite her name being so innocent, she was not . To give context, the Banks were a family of politicians, and after her father had made the unfortunate decision of voicing interest in a bill to out mutantkinds identities during talk at the dinner table both Bambi and Benni had made it their god-given right to give him absolute hell. All it took were a set of scandalous photos taken of the parties involved and the super-sleuthing computer skills of Benni’s and the two had not only gotten the bill vetoed but also gained a full ride to college to keep quiet.

They didn’t. But that was another story for another day. All I can say is that I was glad that she was on our side because gods help you if she wasn’t.

“Anyway,” Renato sighed as he fished out his wallet from his back pocket, carefully removing some crisp bills to place in my hand, “Hate to send you right back out but we thought you’d be back sooner. You still like Mr. Basils, right?”

“Hmm, hard to say since we eat there every day,” I teased as I felt Bambi loop her arm around mine and drag me towards the door. “You got me my usual, right?” I called as I struggled against her pull, but Renato’s response was lost to the low hum of the machines whirring amidst the other rooms.

“Yeah, yeah, he got you something spicy. You like that, right?” Bambi answered as we headed back out into the streets once more and I nodded softly. Now that the sun was beginning to set the air grew cooler and I dove my hands into my hoodie. I felt her grip on me grow a little tighter as we walked in casual silence, noticing now that she had sacrificed warmth for style. She donned a light loose cardigan over a lace tank top where an array of different necklaces that jingled with every step we took. Her lower half consisted of shorts and chic ankle boots that made me wonder how in the world she thought she could manage in this weather. I had no time to properly question this before she cocked her head to the side and grinned. “So what’s the scoop? What you were going to ask Renato?” she inquired curiously.

I shrugged in response.

“It’s nothing serious, just some hypotheticals…” I admitted, feeling my stomach twist with hunger as a familiar smell wafted through the air. We had arrived at our destination sooner than expected, a Thai restaurant that was quoted as ‘The most lively hole in the wall in town!’, and I was inclined to agree. While it was small in size it almost never held an empty seat, and that was no different today as we shuffled into its busy entrance.

This didn’t matter to Bambi though, who’s eyes to lit up with curiosity at my words as we shuffled past a small group of people to get to the register.

“I love a good hypothetical. Go on,” she urged, but my attention had been fixated on the short double swinging doors that hid behind the counter. A small set of doors that had a smaller man burst through with arms that shot up in excitement at the sight of us moments later.

“My favorites, Pinky, and the Brain!” he greeted us warmly.

“Hi, Mr. Basil,” we chimed in unison, though Bambi’s grip grew slightly tighter around my arm at the nicknames. Mr. Basil was an elderly man who had opened this restaurant up with his wife many years ago. No one knew their real last name, only that they shared a love for basil so much that they made a business out of it, and it worked . Can’t fault someone for that logic. Especially when he was so warmhearted about it.

He hummed softly as he rang us up, disappearing back through the door before I could ask how business was doing.

Bambi, however, dropped her smile and rolled her eyes.

“Honestly, does he always have to call us Pinky and the Brain? I'm the one with the higher GPA."

"Why don't you tell him that sir brags-a-lot," I asked smugly while pointing to the pink poking from under her beanie. She scrunched her nose up in response.

“You still didn’t answer my question, by the way,” she added, the determination in her voice growing the longer I avoided talking about my earlier inquiries. “Spill the beans, Knight.”

“Okay, okay . It honestly wasn’t anything big I just..I was going to ask Renato if maybe he could pull some strings so I could visit Xavier’s School…” I admitted in a hushed tone, my hands wringing together nervously that others would overhear. I had never seen Bambi’s face light up as fast as it did when it clicked.

“No shit? Nina, that’s huge!” she grinned before wrapping her arms around me and squeezing tight. I smiled as I sank into her hug, a feeling of relief filling me at her support. As hard as I had tried to live a normal life I missed the days when I could be myself, and Bambi knew this all too well. It’s why she pushed me so hard to go back so I could spread my wings a little more, and after the pep talk I had gotten today I felt it was finally time to fly.

She separated herself from me as Mr. Basil reappeared, this time with a large, neatly wrapped bag and a smaller, more colorful wrapped bag beside it.

“Sorry for the wait! For Little Levi, Mrs. Basil’s special treat!” he whispered warmly and I blinked in surprise. Little Levi was short for Little Leviathan, Renato’s pet cuttlefish The Basils had fallen in love with after seeing one of many proud pet owner photos Renato carried with him at all times. I’d tease him mercilessly for this if I wasn’t absolutely taken by that adorable crustacean myself.

I just make fun of him for everything else instead.

We thanked him and Bambi and I both took a bag, her face set in a small, pleased smile as we set back for the lab.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked suspiciously, her pleasant silence causing me to grow curious.

“This sudden change of heart wouldn’t have anything to do with that video we saw this morning, would it?” she asked, her smile growing wider as I stopped abruptly and frowned. I hadn’t even thought of the video since we had watched it. Not even once.

Alright.

Maybe once.

“What? No! No. What video?” I laughed nervously before Bambi stopped as well, nudging me with a sly smirk.

“I’m kidding. But I am proud of you, Neeners. I know this is a big step for you and…” She was saying something to me, something that sounded borderline encouraging, or so I thought, but my attention was drifting elsewhere.

A trickle of people had begun rushing past us, voices of worry weaving in and out of my range of hearing before a low rumble broke through the air.

“Bambi,” I interrupted softly, the hushed voices I had been hearing now growing louder, footsteps growing more rapid as the trickle turned into a mass of panicked bodies running past us in the street. I watched as a wide-eyed man ran head-on into her before he picked himself up and continued running away unabashedly to both of our surprise, but Bambi was not having it.

“Asshole!” I heard her shout as she tried to recollect herself, drifting into the street to try and get a look at the man that had knicked her, but he had already melded into the group of other panicked people. My stomach began to dance like I had just unleashed a wasps nest inside of it, like something very bad was on its way and we needed to join them. “What’s going on…?” she asked, but I had no time to answer.

I saw it before she did, a giant piece of debris flying straight where she stood and I ran forward.

“Get out of the way!”

I yanked her back against the wall and we listened in stunned horror as it scraped against the ground with a terrible screech and slowed to a stop. Once the fear of almost having a decapitated best friend wore off my eyes adjusted to the scrap, a disfigured car door that had been ripped off its hinges as tossed aside.

Bambi’s eyes made her look like a deer in headlights before she turned to me in horror and gripped my hand that was visibly shaking.

“You saved me…”

“I…”

I tried to answer, but a low menacing roar rang through the air that made my voice catch in my throat. Every inch of my body told me to run the other way, to find safety and wait this sudden disaster out while the real heroes came to save the day. But somewhere deep down told me they were never coming, and my curiosity was too strong not to see who, or what was causing all of this chaos.

So I went forward.

“Wait up!” Bambi called as she joined my side, hand still glued to mine as we rushed against the current of panicked civilians. Together we stood at the corner of a nearby street while the screams around us continued. Ahead of us smoke blocked any sign of what was happening, like a final warning to leave while we still could.

Then, like a veil lifting, I saw it.

A hulking black silhouette getting up, the same hulking black mass I had seen in the blurred news photos earlier this morning. Renato’s worried speech rang through my head as if pleading me to turn back, but my feet stood rooted to the spot.

The one time I didn’t listen to him and now we were in the thick of it.

“That’s him, that’s the villain!” Bambi whispered in horror or disbelief I couldn’t tell, but we watched as it released another bone-chilling roar and she looked around in worry. “Where the hell are the Avengers?”

I don’t know, I wanted to answer. They were international now, hell it wasn’t too long ago that they had fought off aliens from our planet. Brooklynn was now small time for them, and it was more apparent than ever in this moment.

But then a flicker of red caught my attention as if sensing my doubt. My jaw went slack with awe as we watched the smoke settle just in time for the mystery assailant to lay a devastating blow against the monstrous figure's chest that sent him staggering back.

“I don’t believe it…” I whispered when he landed, masked appearance revealing who I had never expected to see saving the day.

“Is that Captain America…?” Bambi whispered back in awe and, despite the circumstances, I whipped my head to look at her in disappointment.

“Are you kidding me right now? That’s Spider-Man!”

“What? They both wear blue and red, give me a break!”

“WHAT? Captain America wears almost all blue and white and uses a red shie-You know what, I'm not doing this right now." I announced, having to stop myself from going on what was probably the nerdiest tangent I would ever have in my life.

I knew superheroes like she knew famous politician drama. The drama on Spiderman was that while he had once been your friendly neighborhood vigilante, no one had seen nor heard from him in months . Tabloids had suspected maybe he had finally bit the big one. Others assumed maybe he finally just craved a proper getaway after being worked to the bone saving people all day.

To see him now felt like I was watching a unicorn fight crime.

Bambi had already clocked out as soon as I had opened my mouth but now stared intensely forward, reaching for my face to direct me to join what she was watching.

“I definitely know who THAT is,” she grinned as my sights settled amidst the debris.

No freaking way.

There picking a wedgie out of his ass as if he wasn’t about to square up to something three times his size stood Deadpool, ex-trainee disaster himself. I blinked in surprise, unsure if I was seeing this scene correctly. I knew next to nothing about him, only the recent chaos he had caused and that he, and I quote, ‘Was right all along and everyone could blow me!’.

He was a real character if nothing else.

I felt like I was dreaming. This team-up was as uncanny as it was to even see them in the first place, and we had just gotten a front-row seat to them saving the day.

That was until the creature caught Deadpools leg and sent him colliding straight into Spiderman like he was the last bowling pin in the lane.

Bambi and I winced.

Then we both said something very unexpected.

“You have to help them!”

“I should help them,”

“Wait, what?” we said in unison as the words processed fully. I couldn’t believe I had said that. I couldn’t believe SHE had said that.

“What in the world makes you think I can do anything to help them?” I asked, still in disbelief at my own words while watching her begin rummaging through her bag with a newfound purpose.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve seen what you can do, and this is what you wanted right? Look at them,” she added, another wince leaving us as Deadpool was tossed into the air like a ragdoll. “They can use all the help they can get.”

She wasn’t wrong. They were fighting a losing battle, and even though I hadn’t done this myself in a long while I knew deep down what the right choice to make was.

Deep down I still wanted to save the day.

“...Alright.” I agreed softly as I dropped my bag to the ground, a newfound determination in me that had not been there moments before. I slipped my gloves off before plunging into the contents of my bag only to retrieve a bundle of papers. Various drawings and schematics of weapons I had worked on in my spare time, all drawn in ink, all ready to be summoned at the drop of a hat.

“Hello? You just walk around with these willy nilly??”

“Not exactly…” I admitted sheepishly before choosing a particularly feisty looking sledgehammer and sprawling the paper down across the concrete. While I usually kept these for a rainy day, I had wanted to test them with Renato to see how they faired. There was no time like the present to test that theory out yourself though. And that’s exactly what I did as I rubbed my hands together and slapped them down on the sheet.

My nerves were on edge. It was risky to do such a thing out here while so many people were running about and my body was quickly realizing this as my hands shook with anxiety while I struggled to work my magic. But desperate times called for desperate measures and the sounds of the two superheroes continuing to get pummeled in the background was enough to push me through.

I watched with anticipation as the inky black sludge that pooled from the paper and my hands merged to form a solid black sledgehammer. It was weighty, reeked of ink and had a good swing to it, but would it be enough?

There was no time to make sure. I stood and smeared my hand across my eyes for a very hasty attempt to save my identity with an even messier attempt to tie my hair back. In the time that it had taken to do this Bambi had successfully retrieved a camera that I was sure was more than both my kidneys combined and beamed at me.

“I just want you to know you look super badass right now,”

“O-oh. Thanks…” I smiled weakly, feeling my cheeks grow warm. That feeling soon died down as a deafening crash sounded off nearby, my innards squirming with fear as another violent roar echoed into the air. Bambi's hand squeezed my shoulder as if to snap me from my fear.

“Relax. You’re Nina Fucking Knight, you can do this.”

“I can do this,” I whispered in confidence. I didn’t believe myself, but I believed in Bambi and her belief in me, and at that moment that was all I needed to step forward. One encouraging slap to my ass later I was stumbling, trying not to trip over myself as I got closer to the carnage that lurked ahead.

My heart began pounding like a drum. The dizziness from the sudden use of my powers was quickly catching up to me before I could properly shake it off, and I kicked myself for not putting that into consideration before diving in. It was too late to focus on that now though. My attention snapped forward and the creature towered above me as it admired its prize that was a battered and bruised Spiderman, now trapped within its grasp and unable to fight back.

I had to act fast.

“H-hey! Ivan Ooze!”

The words left me before I knew what I was saying and I readied myself, not giving myself time to realize this was an extremely bad idea before swinging my entire body into the hit in an attempt to stun him. I felt the contact, and for a moment I was excited, but instead of sending him falling over himself like I had hoped I listened to what can only be described as the most horrifying noise you could ever hear in a situation like this.

My sledgehammer shattered.

I stood in stunned horror looking at the shards of broken ink below me as the monster turned and faced me, completely unaffected by my embarrassing blow. The first thing I saw were teeth. Long, sharp jagged teeth that ran up into a gnarled grin as it looked down at me with white, milky eyes.

“I’d like to apologize,” was all I could muster before watching Spiderman get flung onto the concrete like a toy. I spun around to make my quick exit, realizing in that moment that this was quite possibly the worst mistake I had ever made. In the distance, I saw Bambi’s horrified gaze as I struggled to walk quickly towards her in an attempt to flee, only to feel a large clawed hand wrap around me and yank me back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” it asked, voice deep with malice as a long tongue slid out from between its teeth. I grimaced as it ran along my face, the hot sticky sensation leaving a chill of fear running up my spine as a deep chuckle emerged from its throat at my disgust. "Two meals for the price of one? Today must be our lucky day."

From below I heard a groan of pain and we both looked to find Spiderman struggling to stand. There was fury in his eyes and my heart jolted with hope as he looked ready to continue fighting the good fight.

“Leave her alone. Your fight is with me,” he called, but my hope soon died as I watched him stagger and fall once more. I began to struggle like my life depended on it. Hell, at this point my life DID depend on it. The monster's grip only grew tighter at my efforts until I felt the stabbing pain of its claws begin to sink into my skin and I winced.

“What? No witty banter for your last moments? Pity.” it asked as its face grew close to mine. All I could do was close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else. Somewhere where I wasn’t about to be mincemeat to Flubber’s roided up cousin.

“Yeesh. Can you believe this guy? I asked for tall, dark and handsome, I'm gonna give you a guess on what they missed in this request.” a new voice called out now. I opened one eye to find Deadpool a few feet away standing on top of a car with a gun at the ready to the creature who roared in response.

“Don’t you ever die?!”

“You know I ask myself that every day? Hey there, thanks for that distraction, by the way. The name’s Deadpool, and you are?” he asked me now, completely ignoring the 7 ft villain that looked ready to tear him in two.

The question caught me off guard and I answered as well as one would in that situation.

“I’m Nina, I-I’m a big fan!”

Smooth.

“Well Nina,” he started while pointing a girthy looking gun to the angered creature, “This has been a real treat, and I appreciate you saving my man over there, but I think it’s my turn to save the day if I wanna get that victory kiss.”

“By all means,” I winced as its grip against me grew tighter, the feeling of claw cutting through my skin beginning to grow stronger. Only the mention of ‘my man’ and ‘victory kiss’ had caught me off guard, and I shot him a look of confusion at his words only to be met with horror. While Deadpool had been ready to fire point-blank at it, he realized all too soon that he had no ammo and looked frantically from his gun to us in confusion.

“Well that’s not great,” he muttered before it released a furious roar. My heart gave a jolt of fear, convinced that this would be my final moment and I began to struggle with a newfound determination. It was then that I realized I had still been white-knuckling the remnants of my sledgehammer this entire time and I twisted my arm painfully out of its position. I closed my eyes, knowing I only had a few seconds to focus on sharpening the broken pole to drive it deep into its hand in one last hail mary.

And boy did I deliver.

The noise it made was deafening, but the feeling of being flung into the windshield of a car was even worse as I felt the impact hit my back with brute force. I could do nothing but groan in pain and hold my head as the world spun around me, like getting a look into a cartoon characters life when they got a mallet to the face.

“Nina! Nina, oh my god,” Bambi's voice filled the air and I rolled haphazardly off the car to try and find her voice. I jolted in fear as I felt hands wrap around my arm, but the soft reassuring touch told me it was her and I sank against her weakly.

“Hey there! You’re a gentleman and a scholar for your efforts, now let me handle the rest!” he called as my vision began to stop spinning. We watched as he somehow had hitched a ride on the back of this monster via katana to the shoulder blade and now flailed on it’s back like a cowboy at a rodeo. "Y'know I have to ask, WHERE IS THE HULK IN THIS SITUATION? CAN'T SPARE AN AVENGER FOR THIS?" he yelled while desperately held on for dear life, though we were unsure who he was directing his words at this point.

“That’s what I said!” Bambi called, but the way he snapped his attention back to us seemed a clear indication that he was not speaking to us at all.

"As much as I enjoy your enthusiasm I feel like you should be running!" he called to us, but we were rooted to the spot in fear at the chain of events that had begun in that same moment.

It all happened so quickly, and yet it still felt like an eternity.

All it had taken was a slip of his foot and he was in its range of reach, who now took the chance to grab his leg and yank him violently forward.

“We won’t let you run again,” I heard it growl menacingly before gripping Deadpools upper and lower halves and pulling hard. My eyes grew wide with terror as I heard his bones pop and skin tear before he began wailing a series of ‘ows’ that grew more frantic with each passing second.

And then suddenly he was in two pieces.

Bambi emitted a shriek of terror as his blood hit us, yanking my frozen figure back as I tried to process what had just happened.

But I knew all too well what had happened.

I had just watched Deadpool die and I had done nothing to stop it.

I had failed as a hero.

#long post #marvelsona #oc shit #oc x colossus

[empresstress13]

11 Questions!

I was tagged by the wonderful @wardsarefunctioning!

Rules: Answer 11 questions, write 11 of your own, tag 11 people

1. What is your current favorite piece of clothing or accessory?

Probably. . . . hmm. Actually, based off of what I wear the most - it would be my rings! I have 5 rings I wear everyday - one that I’ve was given for my 13th birthday, two more that use to be my mom’s, a ring given to me by @thema-sal-shiral , and one that. . . . I have no idea where it came from? I wear it though. 

2. Are you a candle person? If so, what’s your favorite kind? 

Yes! I don’t really have a favorite though. . . . spicy or forest-y maybe? 

3. Best book you had to read for school.

Ok. Wards. “Best” is even worse than “favorite”, you know that right? I think perhaps the ones I enjoyed the most. . . . either Their Eyes Were Watching God or any Shakespeare? I did also really love Les Miserables and The Mist of Avalon.

4. First video game you played (stealing this one :) )

I think it was either Diablo 2, Neverwinter Nights. .  .or possibly Civilization? I think it was one of the first two though.

5. You have to make dinner for six people. Time and money are not an object. What do you make?

Oh gosh, My first thought was chili? I really like chili, but some people don’t... But it’s good for communal eating I think. . . . I suppose it depends on who the six people are and what sort of food they like? I’ll make blondies for dessert probably. 

6. What is one question you would ask future you if you got the chance?

Should I be moving? 

7. What’s the first meme you remember liking?

. . . . I’m not sure. It was too long ago. 

8. Is there a song you will always feel the urge to sing along with, if you hear it playing on the radio?

There are many. If I’m comfortable in the car, it’s likely that I have the urge to sing along with everything. . .  .(but yes, showtunes are even more likely to start this). 

9. Controversial fandom opinion. 

hmmm. . . . Could you define controversial for me? It’s a bit hard for me to tell because I don’t find my opinions particularly controversial but other’s might. . . . I think that “in-character” is a sliding scale? Like unless we have a lot of first person from that character’s point of view it’s easy to have slightly different (or even very different) takes on a character that could be explained within canon? Also: multi-shipping is fun. :D  

10. Do you know your Myers–Briggs Type? If so, what is it?

INFJ last time I took the test?

11. Tell me a joke!

.........Oh god. 

What do you call an all rogue group? 

A surprise party. 

My 11 questions:

1. What is your earliest memory (that you’d like to share)? 

2. What’s your go to comfort food? 

3. I know that lots of people have “dinosaur” or “ancient Egypt” interests as a child; what was something that you were super interested in as a child? I’d love to learn a new fact about that subject if you’re willing! 

4. What’s your favorite why to create (draw/ write/ bake/ sculpt/ sew/ etc) and/OR what is your favorite creation to consume (art/ stories/ food/ clothes/ etc)? 

5. What are your top 5 books? (or if you’re not into reading, top 5 games?) 

6. What’s your favorite color? Do you enjoy wearing that color? 

7. If you could have any form of transportation (real or fictional), what would you want?

8. Do you prefer sweet or savory? What’s your favorite type of each? 

9. If you could take a class on anything at all, what would you want to take a class on? Why?

10. Do you have a favorite flower or other plant? What is it? 

11. Also stealing this one: Tell me a joke! Or a funny fact! Either works. :) 

tagging: @roguelioness , @ellstersmash , @eveninglottie , @solverne-02 , @thevikingwoman , @buttsonthebeach , @zanidragon , @shiftyarchfey , @justanartsysideblog, @littleblue-eyedbird , @theladypirate , @baezia

As always:  Feel free to ignore! Only do this if you have the time and/or inclination.♥ Love y’all!

[janepackardmccord]

Clara and Ila: A (Very Long, Mostly Natural) New Year’s Eve Twin Birth Story

Every appointment from 35.5 weeks on, my doctor and I discussed the pros and cons of induction. He was pushing from the beginning for induction at least by 38 weeks, and then earlier due to an unconfirmed cholestasis diagnosis, and I was pushing for babies to come on their own.

Fast forward to 39+6, December 30th, the day before my due date. I was dilated to 3 cm and 50% effaced, the doctor did a stretch and sweep, and for many reasons I decided to finally give the thumbs up for induction the following morning. My mom bought a plane ticket and arrived that evening. The plan was for her to stay home for the birth and come to the hospital as soon as the girls were born.

December 31st, 2016, just at 40 weeks, we (my husband Joshua and I) arrived at the hospital early in the morning, checked in, and after a while got settled into our birthing room. We met my main nurse, who had just completed her midwifery education but wasn’t yet licensed. She complimented my copy of Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth (which I inexplicably wanted on the tray by my bed the whole time, as though having the book there was like having a piece of Ina May herself there through my labor). I loved connecting with the nurse-almost-midwife and felt much better knowing that she wasn’t going to push interventions on me as protocol. She hooked me up to the mobile monitors, one for Baby A and one for Baby B. They sort of worked, but kept slipping and beeping when they lost one or the other’s heart rate. After an hour or so I think she gave up on them until I settled down later in the labor.

I really went into this birth guns blazing, set to refuse whatever the staff wanted to do for me beyond clean up the afterbirth. In hindsight, I wish I had spent less time worrying about the interventions they might try to pull behind my back. Some “interventions,” like receiving a few bags of fluid during and after birth, actually turned out to be totally fine and helpful. And the others, like starting Pitocin in the first place, they wouldn’t have done anyway without my consent. My open and fiery resistance turned out to be a pretty negative place to direct all of my birthing energy, energy that I could have focused inward much more constructively.

By 9 am my IV was placed and it was finally time to actually start the dreaded Pitocin, although I didn’t feel anything for a while. After my mom texted Joshua about a dozen times and called twice before the Pit was even started, she finally decided that it was not a good plan for her to stay home, and I was happy to have her come join us. She showed up around 9:30.

My doctor came in about 10 am and I was starting to feel little squeezes. Knowing he would be on the floor that day was one important reason why I okayed induction. He’s the only doctor in the practice who is comfortable with vaginal twin birth, especially if one flips breech. My twins had both been head down(ish) all pregnancy but there’s a risk of Baby B flipping once Baby A is out. I really, really didn’t want to risk a vaginal AND cesarean birth my first go around, so it was a comfort to know that the right man was on the job. Also, general kudos to him for being okay with vaginal twins, vaginal breech, and vaginal twin breech birth. The important detail from the 10 am interaction was that the doctor gave the okay, against hospital protocol, for the nurse to turn off my Pitocin once labor was well under way. I guess they generally keep in on until birth as a rule, but my fighting paid off on this one, and I took some solace in the fact that I wouldn’t need any medicine once my body kicked in. Meanwhile, the nurse kept increasing the Pitocin drip.

At some time during this time frame Baby A’s water broke. I had heard that having your water break feels like peeing your pants, and that turned out to be exactly accurate for me. The fluid started slowly at first and then kept leaking. So. much. amniotic fluid. I couldn’t believe that it was only one baby’s worth. Cue endless towels through the rest of the labor.

At 11 am I still wasn’t really feeling contractions, but I realized that my eggs and toast breakfast was long gone and I was starving. Joshua went and got me a gigantic chipotle turkey sub sandwich stuffed with jalapeños and dripping with spicy mayo (my mouth is watering) and about halfway through scarfing it the contractions picked way up. The nurse, who graciously looked the other way as I insisted on eating (also against the rules), advised that I finish up quickly because it was go-time.

From here on out time got really fuzzy and stretched-out. I tried a few different techniques for dealing with the contractions—and for me, they were contractions, not rushes or surges. They felt tight and crampy and...well, painful. Sorry hypnobirthing community. I bounced on the ball while my mom braided my hair. The IV and monitor lines kept getting tangled in the birthing ball and things were getting intense already. I tried a bunch of positions on the ball. I tried hanging over the back of the bed. I tried my hands and knees. I thought about trying a deep yoga squat but that sounded terrifying.

I asked for the Pitocin to be cut and the nurse complied immediately. This was about 1 pm. Things were already moving enough for me to not feel any relief when the Pitocin stopped and my body took over, but it was interesting to watch the change on the contraction monitor. The line for the Pitocin contractions was super spiky and sharp and irregular, and the line for the natural contractions was one smooth, continuous wave with perfect low valleys and rounded high peaks—often too high to be seen on the graph.

My doctor wandered in around this time and mentioned that I might be in transition. I was still conversing and very conscious and thought that he was probably wrong, which he was. I was only dilated to 6 cm. But he made up for his misreading by suggesting that the nurse put up the “birthing bar” above the bed for me. This was a lifesaver. I finally settled into my laboring position of choice: Joshua pinned behind me on an inclined bed, me between his knees, the birthing bar above me to hang on, my eyes squeezed shut, and my mom on hand to feed me ice chips when I opened my mouth like a baby bird.

At various points residents, nurses, and staff wandered in. Four or so different residents checked me four or so more times, with painstaking progress by a centimeter or so each check. Some man from an anesthesia team came to ask me questions in the event that I opted for an epidural later. I demanded that he go away—that I didn’t want or need him. My mom might have answered his questions at some other point. One nurse or resident came in to do an ultrasound to help with monitor placement. All the while my contractions grew stronger.

During the most intense parts I focused on feeling Joshua behind me and on his voice telling me when each contraction was coming down. I would feel the surge swell and then I would wait for it to peak and gasp “down? down?” and Joshua would tell me “still building” or “not yet” or “it’s just peaking” and then finally “it’s coming down.” My mantra ended up being “down, down, down,” not that fancy yoga mantra I read about on some birth blog. I remember Joshua trying to help me breath through the contractions like we practiced, to which I responded “Don’t breath!” “No moving!” and “Stay still!” It was all I could do to just muster through each peak at the end when they were so fast and so strong and so close together.

When I reached 8 cm or so I wanted to push. I wanted to push so, so badly. My doctor came and told me that I couldn’t push, and that if I did then my cervix might swell and prevent the babies’ smooth entry into the world. I had never heard that before, but it sort of sounded logical, so I tried my very hardest not to push. I pulled up on the bar above me through each contraction and squeezed my legs together, just hanging there squeezing the bar as hard as I could. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at not pushing, but my mom told me later that she was pretty sure my body was pushing anyway the whole time. At any rate, it was sweet and beautiful relief when another resident finally came to check me and (hesitantly) declared me a 10— although apparently I was actually only a 9.5 by the time they had me ready to deliver.

I was still so, so relieved. Finally time to work with those pushes! Joshua moved the bar from above me and tried to take the chance to go to the bathroom, but I ordered him back to me and suddenly there were a lot of nurses around helping me transfer to a gurney. All twins are delivered in the operating room as a precaution, something I found out early in the pregnancy and couldn’t argue out of. At first I could see no way how I was ever going to move, but there were a bunch of nurses and I somehow managed to get on my hands and knees on the gurney and stayed that way, yelling at the top of my lungs with relief and effort, while they wheeled me across the entire Labor and Delivery floor to the OR. I had been feeling nauseated and thought I would throw up on the ride over, but luckily that beautiful chipotle sandwich stayed down. My mom decided during the transfer that she had reached her limit and stayed behind in the L&D room, and Joshua reappeared at my side when I was finally in the operating room.

The OR was cool and that felt good, so I tore off my hospital gown and climbed onto the extremely narrow operating table, planning to stay on my hands and knees. The room started to fill with people—so many people. It sort of felt like the biggest crowd gathered outside of Times Square that night, but it was actually around 15 or 20 people: doctors, residents, lots of nurses, a woman from part of an anesthesia team who introduced herself kindly before I gasped out “I don’t need you,” etc. etc. One of these people, or maybe several, told me that I couldn’t stay on my hands and knees on the operating table because it “wasn’t safe,” which I protested extensively. Later, I was actually very glad to be on my back in stirrups because I could see what was going on and because the table was so narrow and because I didn’t have to move or reposition in between or after delivery. Once I cooperated onto my back, they comically tried to shove this foam wedge behind me for support, but it kept slipping the whole time I was on the table. Joshua had to keep helping a small-ish nurse shove it back into place and I had to keep using people’s hands to lift myself up and see what was going on.

After I was all positioned, everything went fast. A couple of the nurses coached me to direct my yelling and energy down into the push while they counted me through three pushes at a time. I had been wary of coached pushing because of what I had read and heard, but in my case it was very helpful—I felt like my team’s expectation of three long pushes at a time made me keep push longer and harder than I would have on my own. After about 10 minutes of pushing they told me Baby A’s head was crowning and I reached down to feel a fuzzy little head on the cusp of coming into the world. Joshua, now in full OR gear from hat to booties, locked my eyes, leaned down, and kissed me through his mask. The head and the kiss were enough motivation to get me through a couple more huge pushes, and then the head was out, and then out came our sweet Baby A at 6:37 pm. I was under the impression that they would let Joshua hold her immediately, but after he cut the cord they whisked her off to the other side of the OR for an exam. That was super distracting for me—I still had another baby to push out and I couldn’t focus until the first one was safe in Joshua’s arms next to me. In the interim I did a lot of yelling and demanding, which everyone must have learned to tune out by that point because they weren’t paying much attention to my insistence that Joshua hold our baby and they kept telling me that of course he couldn’t do skin to skin, this was the OR. Whatever.

Some in the general crowd asked what her name was, and Joshua said “Ila!” at the same time that I said “Clara!” There were speculations under the OR lights of red hair, so I think we decided that Baby A could be Clara if Baby B also showed signs of being a redhead... the name Ila comes from Joshua’s side of the family, where the strongest redhead genes also originate, and Clara comes from my side of the family. After all of that, once Baby A was safely wrapped in Joshua’s arms, I could focus on getting the next baby out—something I think the doctor and resident delivering had been trying to get me to do for a while because it was all very urgent all of a sudden. They told me after some more pushing that Baby B was stuck behind a lip of swollen cervix and that they were going to have to use a vacuum to extract her.

I wonder if my doctor—knowing me—knew that threatening me with a vacuum extraction was exactly the right thing to say to me to get me to push, or whether he actually intended to use the vacuum in short order, because there was no way I was going to get that far with a natural delivery only to accept such a drastic intervention at the very end. Luckily my cervix was on my side and after a couple more pushes-to-end-all-pushes, Baby B slid out into the world and up onto my chest. It was 6:59 pm. I kept gasping “Baby! Baby!” like I hadn’t expected that result and I got to cuddle my girl skin to skin. Baby B’s hair looked even more reddish than the first one’s, so we decided that Baby A was Clara (7 lb 14 oz) and Baby B was Ila (7 lb 12 oz).

I stared in awe at the baby in my arms and the baby in Joshua’s arms as people pushed on my uterus and tried to get me to deliver the placentas. I pushed a few more times and got that over with. I asked the doctor to show me the placentas as he walked by me. He held his white plastic tub over to me and I peeked inside at the mass of gore. It was less idyllic than the placenta prints I had seen on Instagram so I just let them toss them.

Just as I expected to be done they started giving me bee-sting numbing shots to prep me for stitches. I had small twin tears that just needed a couple stitches apiece and the numbing shots hurt worse than anything. They kept trying to stitch and I kept yelling “I’m not numb there!” and then I would feel another shot. At some point during the aftermath I had an angel nurse by my side, opposite Joshua. She kept saying my name and telling me what to do and what was going on. She helped me get Baby B latched and we nursed a little as the doctor and resident finished up whatever they were doing down there. Then the babies went in little isolettes and a bunch of people helped me transfer back to a gurney (bless them) and a troop of people wheeled us all back to recovery.

In retrospect, although I knew the birth I wanted, fought for it, and generally got what I wanted, I look at things on this side of childbirth with a lot more compassion than I did before. I used to judge a little when I read on Birth Without Fear about “variations of normal” and how C-sections were a-okay. But now I can honestly say that no matter how a mama births or how her birth turned out, she has my respect. You got an epidural? I don’t blame you. Birth hurts! You had a miracle, painless, hypno-homebirth? Major kudos. Your babe was breech and you had a cesarean? That must have been super hard too. Motherhood in general is teaching me how to withhold judgment and show compassion—to others, to my babies, and to myself—in a thousand and one tough, beautiful ways, and I have a feeling that my lessons are just beginning.

#twinbirth birthstory

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RULES

Short, sweet, and to the point. Follow these rules and we all have a great time.

1. Mutuals only. I must be following you and you must be following me. Only those that I follow can like starter calls, send in character asks, and reply to posts.

1a. I will not interact with non-Mutuals, that includes asks, unless it’s done anonymously and it doesn’t have a url attached.  Anyone who breaks this rule will get about a few pardons but after that will be blocked.

2. My time is limited here in what I can do. This means that I am very selective in what I reply to. Doesn’t necessary mean that I am ignoring anyone. Some days I reply to everything and everyone, others I am so burnt out from irl things or work that I just lurk and do the bare minimum. My mental health and well-being comes before anything else.

2a. Replies vary by length and time. I normally work eight to ten hours a day and experience a lot of exhaustion. Unless I don’t see a thread or an ask going anywhere and publicly make a post saying it’s been dropped, consider everything as pending / will do ASAP. Memes are okay to send in late unless it clearly states, not accepting. My timezone is Eastern Standard Time or EST. United States is where I am located at. I am usually online from 10 PM EST to 3 AM EST unless it’s a day off from work, which the online time will vary from 12 PM EST to 3 AM EST.

2b.  Role-playing is a hobby, not a job. Do not pester me for replies or asks to be answered. I am not obligated to owe anyone anything on this website. I am human and can’t cater to everyone’s needs.  Being persistent here is not going to make me answer yours faster than other people.

2c. Don’t follow, unfollow, and then refollow my blog. It’s not going to make me want to follow you back, ever. It’s annoying and no one is being crafty by doing that. If you continue to do this and it isn’t a tumblr glitch, I will be inclined to block and possibly report for spam.

3. If you do need to break mutuals with me, HARD BLOCK my blog. Don’t just UNFOLLOW or SOFT BLOCK because chances are that I could mistakenly follow you again. And that’s something we both don’t want since it would be quite awkward.

3a. I have the right to unfollow whoever I want to and so do you. Please don’t go on a hunt and try to guilt trip me into following you back again. Just don’t. I can and will tell you the reason why I unfollowed you but other than that, just let me leave in peace.

3b. Personal blogs and non RP blogs will be blocked on site. Please, if you have a side blog let me know through asks so I don’t accidentally block you. IMs are not a good way to let me know since they are closed for non-mutuals.

4. Duplicates are welcomed to follow me. The more the merrier. I do not suffer from same muse anxiety and encourage any of the same muse to follow me. Only request is that you don’t steal my headcanons, edits or icons. Other than that, we should all be able to have a good time. I’m always up for twin verses or alternate universes shenanigans.

4a. Original Characters are allowed to follow me. However, they need to be a little flesh out before I make a decision to follow them back or not. Just a small backstory or biography is all that I need. Headcanons also work if there isn’t an about page but must have about one page worth for me to consider following.

4b. Crossover Characters from other shows are allowed to follow me but I must know about said muse or else I’ll have a hard time whether to follow or not. Few fandoms I won’t interact with because I have no interest in these series are: Avatar the Last Airbender, Avatar the Legend of Korra. ( more to be added ).

5. I am a multi-ship blog. All ships are separate in their own standings. Steve is 25 ( at the age when he was injected with the super soldier serum ). As such, I will only be shipping him romantically with muses his own age ( muses 20-30 ). Some threads may get a little spicy but nothing that requires a ‘ do not read at work’ type of posts. I will tag those post that are suggestive with a ‘spicy: tw & spicy for ts’ for blacklisting purposes.

5a. I am open to all kinds of ships, not just romantic ones. I also enjoy platonic, rivalry, and familiar bonds. All ships are open to discussions through my IM(s) or otherwise known as Instant Messenger. Chemistry is key. As long as we interact a little, there’s always the chance that both muses can be in a relationship.

6. Things for you to tag for me are: BIRDS, CHAIN LETTERS, ORGANS, DOGS. For the birds and dogs, just irl ones trigger me. I am fine with cartoon / art / video game ones as they are not real.

6a. This blog will contain sensitive themes from time to time. However, I will tag common things like those mentioned below. If you need anything tagged, please let me know through instant messaging / IMs. Things I’ll tag for you are but not limited to: BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, BODY HORROR, EYE HORROR, INSECTS, MAGGOTS, BRUISES, SCARS, GUNS, KNIVES, CLOWNS.  

7. I am over the age of eighteen. However, I refuse to write smut as I am not comfortable with that subject to begin with. Please never force me to write this with you and if you keep sending things to me in this type of nature, I will report you, no questions asked.

7a. If I see any form of hate and I find out it was you that sent it, I will immediately BLOCK you. No questions asked. Life is too short to send unwanted hate, anon or not. All anon hate and hate towards me and my characters ( s ) in general will be reported and then blocked, no questions asked.

8. My pen name on here is SERE. Obliviously, that is not my real name but it’s what I go by. It’s short for ‘Serena’, the English name that DIC gave Usagi Tsukino in the Americanized version of Sailor Moon. It’s pronounced; SIR-REE.

9. I am not a meme source. If you need to reblog a meme from my blog and don’t plan to send me anything, reblog from the source. I hardly get asks as it is, and for you to just use me as a meme source puts a bad taste in my mouth and I feel like I’m being used, which isn’t a good feeling. If you wonder if you should send in a meme to me, please do. I love getting asks. I do hoard them from time to time like a dragon hoards treasure but I do get to them eventually. The more memes / asks, the merrier.

9a.  Feel free to turn inbox replies into threads. Just remember to make separate post when replying. Do not reblog threads not meant for you and don’t reblog my headcanons. It’s okay to reblog my asks though if you want them to be keepsakes on your own blog. Also, it’s alright to reblog musings and images from me.

10. I rather not be bothered by callout posts and any potential drama that might accumulate. I am just here to have fun and I hope everyone else can too. Life is too short to spend on certain things that don’t matter in the long run. If I see multiple call out posts from you in a single day or that’s all you post, I will quietly unfollow you.

11.  Out of character posts will be on here from time to time. Mostly talking about life in general or me venting once in a great while. If this annoys you, please remember that this is my blog, not yours. You are welcomed to unfollow / block at any time.

11a.  The best way to interact with me is to send memes / asks / inbox things. I am always up for unprompted things in my inbox. Also, my instant messenger is always open if someone needs to contact me out of character or to plot something. Don’t hesitate to talk to me. I will try my best to respond.

11b. Not interacting after a month or two with me and my blog will make me silently unfollow you or result in a soft block. Or if you don’t interact with me at all, even out of character. Also, if you are gone for more than 6 months, I consider your blog inactive and will probably assume that you aren’t going to return.

12. I’m really laid-back in nature so don’t feel pressure to reply to anything I send to you. I understand that life happens and that sometimes you just need to unwind from the stress of daily life.

13. For pronouns; either SHE/HER or THEY/THEM is okay with me. My orientation is DEMIROMANTIC ASEXUAL. I love anime, manga, video games, music, drawing, and writing. If you read all of this, then thank you! I won’t ask for passcodes but please still try to remember these at some point. That’s all I ask. <3.

( rules may be updated from time to time so please check here once in awhile. I will also post when these are updated as well

#long post: tw #rules;; #mobile rules;; #laws;; #mobile laws;;

[shadowshideme]

The 23 questions game

I was tagged by @emmybunny

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 11 people to do it!


1. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

Honestly, I don’t want to go far, California is a lovely state. But I would like to go more north. San Luis Obispo would be a goals city to live in.

2. Do you wear any jewelry? If yes, what?

I have so many necklaces but really only wear one or two. I don’t like rings and bracelets because they’re very distracting and they just get in the way. The necklace I wear most is a pendant of a silver deer head whose antlers branch into leaves- I usually keep my One Ring replica on that chain too. I did just get a cool silver raven’s skull with this Viking symbol on it so I’ve been wearing that too.

3. How do you spell this word: Colour or color?

Color, American English is not very fancy. We basic over here.


4. What is one stereotype about where you live (country)?

That Americans are stupid? I’m inclined to believe that a lot of the time.


5. Do you sleep with your closet door closed or open?

I haven’t had closet doors for MONTHS! I used to sleep with them closed and couldn’t even have them open a crack, but now I just have to stare into their dark void like depths every night. Perhaps there is some comfort to be gleaned by gazing into the abyss every night though because now it doesn’t bother me anymore. I’ve got my cat to protect me if any dark being slips through the gateway.


6. What laptop/computer/phone do you use for tumblr?

I use my phone pretty much exclusively. It’s more convenient.


7. What makes you bored?

I don’t get bored easily, one of the perks of having an overactive imagination, but when I do it’s usually because I just finished a show or a video game  and I’m not ready to move on to something new yet so I just exist in limbo for a bit until I’ve fully processed and absorbed the story I just finished.


8. What is your favorite four-legged creature and why?

Cats because they are wonderful beings of intrigue and mystery. Also, they’re huge adorable dorks.


9. If you could live in one fictional universe, what would that universe be?

Now I love fantasy and fiction don’t get me wrong, but the universes they’re set in are usually highly dangerous. Also, most fantasy universes are fun because there’s the possibility to have extraordinary powers- so I would I be able to have those or would I just be a regular peasant? I’m most inclined to say Thedas because Alistair exists there, but I mean you gotta deal with Blights and Demons and stuff. Perhaps if I was a mage living outside the circle so that I could defend myself and have freedom. Otherwise maybe the Avatar the Last Airbender universe.


10. Sweet or spicy?

Sweet, though spicy’s not bad either


11. What do you order from McDonalds?

I’m not a McDonald’s fan, but they have good cookies and fries.

12. Favorite type of milkshake?

It used to be chocolate but now it’s none because I’m lactose intolerant

13. Curly fries or regular fries?

Curly fries! Fun shape, usually seasoned, win win!


14. What was the weirdest text you have ever sent to someone?

Oh, I send a lot of strange things to my friends- usually stuff I find on tumblr. I can’t recall anything super weird though.


15. What was your laziest moment?

I do too many lazy things to quantify one as the laziest. Usually it involves procrastinating to the last minute to do an assignment because I wanted to chill instead and then suffering the consequences.


16. Do you like rollercoasters?

Nope, my anxiety and my stomach advise me not to touch them and I’m inclined to listen


17. Last time you threw up?

I honestly don’t know? It was at least a year ago.


18. Have you ever been catcalled? At what age?

I suppose there are perks to looking like a newborn goblin because nah


19. What was the best pasta you have ever eaten?

Olive Garden’s Capellini Pomodoro was so good, my mom and I used to get it every New Year’s but now they don’t serve it anymore


20. If you could make all pancakes into one shape, what shape would you choose?

I may be able to draw, but that artistic talent does not transfer to pancakes. I tried to make pancake art with my friends once and I failed miserably. I’ll stick to the vaguely circular abominations that I usually make lol


21. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

Is dragon and option? If so I’ll always pick dragon. You get to be a giant lizard, you get to fly and breathe fire and can easily crush your enemies underfoot! (not that I’ve ever really had enemies). If it has to be a real animal then I’ll pick a Harpy Eagle. Those things are big, bad ass as heck, and really pretty.


22. Are these questions weird?

Some of them?


23. What is the weirdest question in this tag?

Bruh idk

TAGGING:

Whoever wants to do this

#personal

[percent20-oddity]

ok i don’t normally do this kinda stuff but I got officially Tagged by @bunswithknives​ and it feels really rude to ignore my friend whom I peep a lot of test results from.

I’m not gonna add my own question or tag people because ehhhhhhhhhh feels like bothering people kinda

1. coke or pepsi: Pepis, coke is incredibly sweet and also their alternate lines are nothing to write home about while pepsi at least has the 1893

2. disney or dreamworks: I can’t remember a single good Dreamworks movie so that’s a win by default

3. coffee or tea: Coffee until it gives me stomach cramps then it’s tea time

4. books or movies: Hahahah oh man I haven’t done either in years. 

5. windows or mac: macOS High 🍁 Sierra 

6. dc or marvel: Injustice is a better fighter than Marvel vs Capcom could ever aspire to be

7. xbox or playstation: The one with the games.

8. dragon age or mass effect: I feel like I could write a shitload of words on Mass Effect’s amazingness and it’s fall from grace after the first game. Dragon Age Origins was okay, but it’s really not the same stuff.

9. night owl or early riser: I don’t KNOW i sleep in the afternoons!

10. cards or chess: Cards but only when actual money is involved.

11. chocolate or vanilla: If it’s about ice cream, then prolly vanilla, pais better

12. vans or converse: Vans. Converses are made for people with the most narrow feet ever :(

13. lavellan, trevelyan, cadash, or adaar: ok this reminds me of that one furaffinity “shell of choice” field where nobody could explain to me what it was about.

14.  fluff or angst: All angst all the time

15. beach or forest: Beach, but only fully clothed

16.  dogs or cats: I wanna say cats but I think I’ve touched a cat maybe five times in my life? I like kitten videos though

17.  clear skies or rain: r a i n 

18.  cooking or eating out: Cooking owns. Even if whatever I make lasts me for a week and I get bored.

19. Spicy food or mild food: Spicy. Even if it triggers my inflammation every time, it’s worth iiittt.

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: i fucking WISH halloween was a thing here because it’s amazing and i’d love it!! But it defaults to christmas. Also there’s no gifts on halloween.

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: i’m already too hot all the time

22.  if you could have a superpower, what would it be: shapeshifting? or idk, invisibility

23.  animation or live action: animation. Tho in recent days I’ve mostly been keeping myself to anime and Adult Swim stuff.

24.  paragon or renegade: The morality system in Mass Effect, despite being good as an idea, fails to understand that most of choices faced by Shepard are solved on case-to-case basis as the character roleplayed would have it instead of following a strict moral guideline

25. baths or showers: I shower like once few days (gross details just for u!) but I like sitting in the bathroom while the shower’s running and the steam fills the room and I feel like I’m in space

26. team cap or team ironman: BOTH ARE GARBAGE IDIOTS also i haven’t watched that movie but from what i remember captain’s idea was “hey maybe the self-appointed vigilante ubermenschen shouldn’t act on their own”? which seems like a good idea and Iron Man was just being a dick as always

27.  fantasy or sci-fi: eeehhhhhh both are okay

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes? if so what are they: I’m not dorky enough to list inspirational quotes even when dared to.

29.  youtube or netflix: Have you seen the polish Netflix offer? People are supposed to pay for this lmao.

30.  harry potter or percy jackson: I was the biggest potterhead in the WORLD when i was a babby. I’m glad the fanfiction site I uploaded my stuff to disappeared though 

31.  when do you feel accomplished: i only know bitter hatred at the fact that no matter what i do i haven’t accomplished enough

32.  star wars or star trek: Star Wars is a cool arthurian fable and all but people get laid more in Star Trek so ultimately it’s the better show

33.  paperback books or hardback books: paperbacks?? they’re easier to carry I guess. Who gives a shit about books.

34. horror or rom-com: Horrors, as long as someone holds my hand during the scary part.

35.  to live in a world without literature or music: I can’t imagine the sad person who answered “music” to this lol

36.  pastel colours or dark colours: As a true doom murderhead, I’m inclined to say dark

37.  tv shows or movies: shows shows shows

38.  city or countryside: I lived in countryside for the first 14 years of my life and it was the shittiest thing I can imagine inflicted on a person. 

39.  if any other zodiac sign could describe you, what would it be: I DON’T KNOW HOW OTHER ZODIAC SIGNS DESCRIBE PEOPLE HOMESTUCK WASN’T CLEAR ON THAT

40.  if you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be: Hot Sauce Committee p. 2 by Beastie Boys

41.  cinema or theatre: The modern theatrical division between the audience and the actors makes there be no difference

42.  if you could be any fictional character’s best friend, who’d you be: Doomguy’s, the one from Doom

43.  smiling or smirking: 😔

44.  are you an ‘all or nothing’ type or are you more consistent: The all or nothing because honestly why even bother trying to do stuff when I can’t be good at it already

45.  playlists or your whole library on shuffle: Shuffle when I’m outside. I add a shitload of music to my library all the time that I don’t have time to listen to on the reg so if I find 

46. traveling or staying at home: staying home

47.  books or fanfiction: hhhhhhhhhhh

48.  If you could live in a fantasy world, what world would it be: Dark Souls, but preferably not as some hollow asshole that wails on people with a hitstunning torch. I wanna practice my creepy laugh at people

49. your favorite cartoon: Does Homestar Runner count?

50.  name the weirdest five songs on your itunes, current or past: Jesus christ that’s some wankery of a question. Fine. “Aster” by OOIOO, “Szerencsetlen” by Venetian Snares, “Chittam Irangayoo” by Ruins, “Storyteller” by Maquiladora, “Dokonimo” by Miminokoto. I feel like listing albums would be easier but this is tumblr and I don’t assume anyone would listen to this shit anyway

51. mountains or plains: Plains (the american west kind when there isn’t a fuckload of allergizing plants and it all looks like Mars)

52. favorite anime (or tv show if you don’t watch anime): JoJo/Space Dandy/Steins;Gate

53. which social media platform are you most like yourself on: All my internet presence is a carefully crafted internet persona designed to make me look more interesting than I am in real life

54. What are some of your passions: 😔

55. What are some of your current goals in life?: Become a less worthless piece of shit, move to Portland with my gf, maybe go past being a freshman for once

56. A pet that you would like to have (or already have) that is NOT a cat or dog: A tegu. They’re super cool man

57. Body modifications you would like to have: Haha I think I’m pretty set on those. 

58: Describe the most bullshit fictional story you’ve ever read/watched/played: any story originating on tumblr that has people doing those overblown reactions in replies

59: Do you collect anything: It’s not really a collection per se but I like surrounding myself with rare/unique stuff. Handmade objects, limited runs of records, paintings, autographed books, obscure items

[astral-mechanical]

I’ve been tagg-ed!

Shoutout to @a-whole-lot-of-bees for tagging. 

1) Coke or Pepsi? Neither, really. 

2) Disney or Dreamworks? Pre-Shrek Dreamworks, back in the good ole days of Dreamworks 2D animation. Also, Pixar. 

3) Coffee or Tea? Tea, but I feel like I would really like coffee if I tried it.

4) Books or movies? Movies

5) Windows or mac? Windows

6) D.C. or Marvel? DC. It’s absurd and I love it fite me. 

7) Xbox or PlayStation? Xbox, because of a very old and ludicrous game I used to play called Fusion Frenzy when I was very small. It’s the best game. 

8) Dragon age or mass effect? Going with Mass Effect solely because of the memes that keep coming up on my dash

9) Night owl or early riser? Night owl, but I dream of someday becoming an early riser.

10) Cards or chess? Cards

11) Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla

12) Vans or converse? I don’t keep up with what the kids are wearing these days

13) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Lavellan, because that’s a pretty name and I know nothing about this

14) Fluff or angst? In my heart of hearts I must admit angst. But fluff is a close second.

15) Beach or forest? Beach. Preferably by the forest.

16) Dogs or cats? Mostly team dog. 

17) Clear skies or rain? Aesthetic-wise, definitely rain. But it rained yesterday and it was really cold and I could use some warmer weather. 

18) Cooking or eating out? Cooking for the win.

19) Spicy or mild food? Mild. Super mild. Negative spiciness.

20) Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/Christmas? I love them both and I cannot decide

21) Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? A little too cold. I despise being too hot. 

22) If you could have a superpower what would it be? Precognition, or the ability to send letters to my past self. Or flight would be pretty good too. But I think precognition would be the best one.

23) Animation or live action? Infinitely biased toward animation

24) Paragon or renegade? Paragon!

25) Bath or shower? Showers. Especially showers in the dark. 

26) Team Cap or team Ironman? Cap, but only because I am unequivocally team Antman. 

27) Fantasy or sci-fi? Gotta go with fantasy

28) Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they? 

I have a few quotes that I think of quite often. The first is this mantra I found online:

“Be funny, be clean, be present, be honest, be a good host, be brave, be happy”.

The second one is rather long, it’s something my dad used to describe my granddad. I really want to live up to it. 

"Occasionally, even today, you come across certain people who seem to possess an impressive inner cohesion. They are not leading fragmented, scattershot lives. They have achieved inner integration. They are calm, settled, and rooted. They are not blown off course by storms. They don’t crumble in adversity. Their minds are consistent and their hearts are dependable. Their virtues are not the blooming virtues you see in smart college students; they are the ripening virtues you see in people who have lived a little and have learned from joy and pain. Sometimes you don’t even notice these people, because while they seem kind and cheerful, they are also reserved. They possess the self-effacing virtues of people who are inclined to be useful but don’t need to prove anything to the world: humility, restraint, reticence, temperance, respect, and soft self-discipline. They radiate a sort of moral joy. They answer softly when challenged harshly. They are silent when unfairly abused. They are dignified when others try to humiliate them, restrained when others try to provoke them. But they get things done. They perform acts of sacrificial service with the same modest everyday spirit they would display if they were just getting the groceries. They are not thinking about what impressive work they are doing. They are not thinking about themselves at all. They just seem delighted by the flawed people around them. They just recognize what needs doing and they do it. They make you feel funnier and smarter when you speak with them. They move through different social classes not even aware, it seems, that they are doing so. After you’ve known them for a while it occurs to you that you’ve never heard them boast, you’ve never seen them self-righteous or doggedly certain. They aren’t dropping little hints of their own distinctiveness and accomplishments. They have not led lives of conflict-free tranquillity, but have struggled toward maturity.”

Also, this one from xkcd:

“Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they're doing. Do things without always knowing how they'll turn out. You're curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off. There are so many adventures that you miss because you're waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. And remember that you are always making up the future as you go.”

29) YouTube or Netflix? Netflix

30) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? I must regrettably go with Harry Potter. The books are better but I hate the megacorporation it’s turned into. 

31) When do you feel accomplished? When I do something nice for someone else, when my room is clean, when I create something beautiful, when my plants are thriving, and when I follow impulses to do something interesting.

32) Star Wars or Star Trek? Hardcore trekkie.

33) Paperback books or hardcover books? Hardcover’s more durable and I’m pretty rough with my books.

34) Fantastic beasts or Cursed child? Honestly I hated them both.

35) Rock or pop music? Pop.

36) What is the most important thing in your life? My family, my ability to make the world better, my friends and my religion.

37) Mountains or sea/ocean? Definitely the ocean. Mountains are great but the ocean is just.. I don’t know. An existential crisis incarnate. I love it.

38) How do you express yourself? Texting snarky commentary to my friends throughout the day, talking to wise people in my family, and doing art. 

39) What’s the first book/film that really counted to you? The Empty Pot, a beautifully illustrated childrens book that I loved. Or James Herriot’s All Creatures Great and Small, something my dad would read to me all the time. 

40) What’s your element (air, water, etc.)? Water

41) If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Bruges, Amsterdam, Prague, Montana, the Oregon coast, and to an active volcano. 

42) If you had any job in the world, what would it be? I would paint murals or build stained glass for LDS temples. 

43) If you were granted three wishes, what would they be? A clear knowledge of what life decisions would make me the happiest, faster than light space travel, and I’d find someone smarter than me to make my last wish. 

44) If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Lasagna soup. It’s so good. 10/10 would recommend. 

45) If you could only have one, which social media platform would you use for the rest of your life? Either Reddit or Tumblr

46) Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor? Hufflepuff. But all the quizzes keep saying Slytherin so I don’t know what’s up with that. Slytherpuff?

47) What’s your favorite food discourse guilty pleasure? Ketchup goes in the fridge, not the pantry. 

48) (Ash’s question) is there something that you regret not doing, or a chance you regret not taking? what is it and why do you regret it? A long time ago there was someone in my ward asking for volunteers to help mentally disabled kids on Sundays. I didn’t volunteer because I was scared, and I thought I wouldn’t do a good job. And maybe that’s true, but I think God would have given me the capacity to do it if I had just tried.

Also, about two weeks ago I found an open door to one of the tunnels deep underground on BYU campus. I went in, but I heard footsteps and left rather quickly. I regret not exploring it more because I don’t think I’m going to find another open door anytime soon.  

49) Andrea’s question: what’s something that never fails to make you nostalgic? Old video games, and walking through my elementary school. 

50) Kate’s question: what does your favorite clothing item or outfit look like? I have this really great skirt that’s dark blue with white lace. I love wearing it. That and my blanket cape.

My question: What's something you love to talk about?

I tag @rowanfalls, @jadedoodles, @elliethejellybelly, @niche-pastiche (if you wanna) and, you know, whoever. 

Good times.

#about me #jeepers this turned out long

[jack-is-lost]

1. PICK ONE OF YOUR MUSES.

2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

3. TAG 10 PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME, (REPOST, DON’T REBLOG)

TAGGED BY: @lostinsantacarla TAGGING: Anyone and everyone who’d like to

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

Jackie

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? Jakkii Sukaru

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

Not really, no.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?  

Single in the sense that I don’t stay in one place for too long.

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? I’m a shapeshifter. Technically a biomorph: one who can shift into any living thing. Of course, I’m no god character. I do have my limitations and flaws.

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU.

Not like I’m trying to be, honestly. Being a shifter can be just.. Godly I suppose, but it’s not like I am anything compared to Mystique. I have to assimilate with a being to even begin to understand their form and DNA. I’m like if.. Mystique and Rogue had a baby.

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? Brown with a greenish hue around the edge. In most my forms it takes on a more goldish brown, though.

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? Naturally black. I dye the side of my bangs a blue color because I like it.

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? ... technically yes. We are all born of something, right? Do I count them as a family, no.

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? I used to have a companion while growing up: a timber wolf named Stranger. He died of old age, though. Since then I have not obtained another companion.

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. Spicy food, sharks, the bright ass light in the sky, super hot weather- like over 100 degrees so also screw dense hot desert climate. I’m also not a fan of cherry flavor anything. *wiggles nose* Yuck~

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? Sure yeah, it’s mainly outdoor activities. I mean I do backpack a lot since I travel all the time. I like rock climbing, hiking, cave exploring,  hunting small game, and occasionally swimming. Overall Sightseeing I guess.

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? Yes. On purpose, well, that depends if I was defending myself or not.

14. EVER… KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? No. I have not killed anything past the border or an animal.

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? ... kinda hard to answer that, no? So far I shift into a canine, feline, and even an avian. Since my family raised wolves I feel more inclined to say wolf, though. I have a stronger connection with that side than my other forms.

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. Um, hmm, over analyzing a situation and being blunt. Reading too deeply into something which can cause me to jump to the wrong conclusion which in the end can lead to a tough scenario when you bring it out into the open. All because I jump the gun and talk my mind. Hey, I rather communicate, ya’know?

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? My grandfather. He took me in, taught me about the family line, and basically showed me how to be.. me.

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? I’m a shifter so I honestly can’t classify how I’d feel when it comes to the opposite sex at the time. Especially depending on the given gender to my current form at said time of attraction. I’m going to go with pansexual.

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? Done deal and over with.

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY??  Not really. I’m the last shifter in my family line. To even continue the trait I’d have to locate another shifter of the same kind. THEN, I’d have to have some type of chemistry with said being.. eh, too much work. I rather continue sightseeing. 

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? Not that I’m.. aware of, no.

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? The deep sea is a frightening place in my opinion. I am not afraid of water but I also rather not be abandon in the middle of the ocean surrounded by darkness beneath me that could harbor fuckin’ who knows what.

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? A black shirt, normally has a band logo on it, with my longline, long sleeve dark gray hooded cardigan beneath a faux leather jacket. For bottoms, a pair of black jeans with rips in the knees and hightop converses for footwear. Also, a wolf pendant was given to me by my grandfather. I never take that off.

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? Rest in peace, grandfather.

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? Seriously? Uh, guess when I was a toddler.

26. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) I travel and only own what I can carry. So, low class, I guess.

27. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? If you count the people I’ve befriended throughout my ime on the road, then lots!

28. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? Hmm, I like dreamwhip pie. Anything but baked apple and cherry flavor pie is pretty good, yeah. Even a Shepard pie!  

29. FAVORITE DRINK? Sprite. Watermelon sprite preferable, but regular sprite is good too. If we’re talking alcoholic, then rum and coke is also pretty good.

30. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE? Denali, Alaska.  Only one road accesses six-million-acre Denali, a single, mostly unpaved, 92-mile strip that opens up dramatic views of the subarctic wilderness. 

31. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? Possibly, maybe, there’s an opportunity that I may be interested in someone. Who knows. 

32. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? A tad TMI, no? Well, let’s just say I am well endowed and leave it at that.

33. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? Lake. Definitely the lake.  

34. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? I don’t really have a specific type. As long as we can see eye to eye and share similar likes in life then it’s all good in my book.

35. ANY FETISHES? Yet another TIMI moment. How about.. a BDSM dynamic? Doesn’t necessarily have to be just in the bedroom I suppose.

36. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

Switch leaning submissive. Especially depending on gender.

37. CAMPING OR INDOORS? Outdoors obviously. I basically live outdoors.

38. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?? Sort of. I mean, keep throwing those TIMi’s at me and I might just up and walk away. -- Based on my muse Jackie Sukaru

#get to know me more meme thing