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graciouswings · 1 year
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i dont rlly post art on here but :] !!! i dont think ive improved too drastically this year but thats mostly bc ive been fo used on school + am fairly happy w my art atm!! my biggest takeaway is that i def need to start doing actual backgrounds. full version of each picture + more about them under the cut!! (warning for much bigger versions of the pieces containing blood, implied eye trauma, and a dead animal)
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(january) ok this ones an old oc that im currently repurposing and ill b 100% honest man i forgot his name 😭
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(february) this ones for theomancy !!! please god i know asclepius isnt evil or anything, but apollo is the main "antagonist" (its greek mythology they can all be pretty antagonistic) of the campaign and asclepius is just kinda like "🤷‍♂️ my dad told me to stop you guys" w the party. in some versions of the myths abt phineas where he blinds his sons, asclepius restores their sight. so i thought id just take it a little step further for theomancy and say that hes also the one who blinded phineas as punishment 👍👍
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(march) i havent touched flight rising in many many months but this guy was one of my first dragons that i rlly liked :]
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(april) DR FRANÇOIS LETIVICI he is a guy for my oc story (if u remember faust and his freakishness its that one). basically being blackmailed into helping the main villain asteria but otherwise hes a chill nice guy hes a physicist :]
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(may) this is one of the only ones i know ive posted on here before. t'noy karaxis my best friend t'noy karaxis... this is from the like 2 week long period where all i could draw was tinky
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(june) I AM NOT AN IDV FAN I AM A FICTIVE !!!!! I HATE IDV !!!!!! THIS IS A DISCLAIMER I DID NOT DRAW THIS BECAUSE I ENJOY IDV I HATE IDV I DRSW THIS BC THIS IS ME !!!!!!! ok anyways this is probably one of my 3 favs this year :] drawn while listening to daffodil by florence + the machine for like a week
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(july) july is when i spend most of my time drawing aa characters as pokemon so this is like my only drawing that Isnt that. anyways this is an npc for a campaign he sucks
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(august) THERE WAS A LOT OF STUFF FROM AUGUST I RLLY LIKED!!! its when i was drawing a lot of acofaf stuff so im 99% sure this is the only other drawing of the bunch that ive posted. i picked this instead of the other acofaf drawing i did bc this one got substantially less notes but i still like it a lot. i never want to draw roses again
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(september) this ones fro. when i rewatched fear street for the 14 billionth time... im still suuuuper happy w this but its a lot bloodier than what i usually post so i avoided posting it!!! and also fear street fans r absolute freaks 💔 STILL. i love this drawing so much its another of my favs
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(october TECHNICALLY) i didnt actually have anything good 4 october so this is actually from late september. BUT. real edgar fans will remember pallas my worst character of all time. xey are a freak. my other fav of this year
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(november) ROMELIO !!!! this is an oc for a pokemon region im making with some of my friends!!! its called norem and its based on new england (hi) :] big part of the story is that ghost types end up being banned (not the pokemon Themselves, but more that you cant raise/train/catch ghost types). which is a BIT of a problem. because . well
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(december) romelio with her team excluding her starter (final evo hasnt been designed yet)!!! shes rlly silly and actively chooses to catch as many ghost pokemon as possible
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randomwriteronline · 3 years
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"What's in here?"
Legend turns as fast as lightning and grabs the box from Skull Kid's hands before he even realizes what it is.
The little wooden arms audibly pop out of the small chest.
He quietly puts them back inside their sleeves.
"Let go of it." he orders.
The imp tilts their head: "What's in it?" they repeat, ignoring his words.
"None of your business."
"But I want to know."
He huffs: "My rings."
"The ones for the fingers?"
"Yes, the ones for the fingers."
"Can I see them?"
"Absolutely not."
"Why not?"
"Some of them are cursed and I wouldn't trust you with them."
"Oh." they freeze. Their mouth disappears - the lack of lips makes it melt back into their head perfectly.
They do not speak further.
Their hands still clutch the box.
"Let go of it." Legend orders again.
"It's a nice box." they murmur.
"Yes, it is. Now let go of it."
They hum.
"Do the rings possess people?" they whisper.
They seem very serious.
"No," Legend answers, "They're just your run-of-the-mill curses. Sucking your energy, weakening your body, all that."
"And they curse by touch?"
"No, no, only if you wear them."
"Oh!" they seem relieved.
"Now let go."
"Can I see them?"
Legend sighs deeply, rubbing at his eyelids.
"Fine." he conceds. "But don't touch them."
A beat of silence.
"So I can't see them?"
He gives them a look before remembering. Right. They're blind. Can't see. Right. Right.
He raises his index finger to press it to their completely flat nose: "I'll give you the not cursed ones," he states, "And you will give them back to me immediately. Deal?"
A grey wooden finger boops his own nose: "Deal!" Skull Kid grins with their sharp teeth.
The box opens with a click.
Legend rummages through the overflowing jewelry and hands them a small ring.
The imp examines it, curious: "There's a stone on it," they point out.
"Many of them have a gem," the hero replies.
"What stone is it?"
"Uh-" he snaps his fingers twice as he tries to remember: "Hydromelon tourmaline, I think this kind is called."
"Why's it called hydromelon tamaline?"
"Tourmaline - see, you know how a hydromelon looks like, right? Green outside, a bit red on the inside... This part here -" he moves their small digit to rub against part of the stone, "- This part is green, and the rest instead is this kind of reddish pink, like a hydromelon. That's why it's called like that."
"Oh... And the ta- t- tor-ma-lin part?"
"Tourmaline. That's just the kind of rock."
Skull Kid hands it back to him. He looks at them quizzically: "You don't wanna know what it does?"
"No," they answer simply, like a child, "I just want to see them. Are there any others with stones with two colors?"
Legend searches in the box and grabs a few.
"This one here -" he explains as he puts the first in their palm, "-This has an ametrine quartz. It's a mix of citrine quartz and amethyst - this part here is yellow, like the citrine, and this one is purple."
"Like the amethyst?"
"Exactly, like the amethyst. While this other one, this stone is called snowflake obsidian, and it has little white and grey dots all over."
"I think I know this one! It's black under the spots, right? It's black under it."
"Yep, yep. And this one - no wait, that's one of the cursed ones, hold on-"
Wind, Four and Hyrule return to camp first to find Legend so absolutely engrossed in the explanation of the different kinds of gems that he has not noticed how Skull Kid (who still diligently looks at every ring they are given and asks questions about them) has had their head turned towards the three man party for a while now, having sniffed them out rather easily. He is finally taken out of it when the imp waves blindly in the vague direction of the returning heroes.
"You said I couldn't even touch them!" Wind cries out, betrayed.
"They are just looking at them!" Legend replies immediately, "And they're looking at all the not cursed ones specifically!"
“That’s just blatant favoritism!”
“No it’s not!”
"They have pretty stones on top of them," Skull Kid chimes in, blissfully serene. Before the veteran hero can stop them their hand dives in the box and fishes out the first ring which was handed to them, holding it out for the young sailor to see: "Gold said this one's called hydromelon tor-ma-lin, because it's green and pink. It's nice, isn't it?"
"How did you even find it in that sea of rings?" Four asks, genuinely impressed, while Legend tries to takes the jewel back from the little wooden fingers.
"The shape and the stone are different," they explain, and to prove a point they fish out the snowflake obsidian as well, rubbing a thumb on the much smoother gem: "See? They're different! That's how I find them."
The veteran finally snatches the magical jewels: "Hey, hey! Put those back! We had a deal, the two of us."
The wooden child snickers. Four giggles a bit as well, inconspicuously going to sit next to Legend; Wind lets himself plomp down next to Skull Kid, neck stretching to better look at the rings, while Hyrule simply looks patiently at the seasoned hero as if waiting for an invitation that will have to inevitably come, because they're all terribly curious and no amount of fussing and grumbling will save Legend from the prying eyes dying to get even a glimpse of his vast collection of items this time.
Warriors returns to camp with Sky and Wild in tow, and they wave back at the little wooden hand that smelled them way before anybody could hear them. The strangeness of being presented with such a passionate gathering around a box of small jewelry does not fail to strike them - and it strikes Time and Twilight too, when they arrive soon after.
The Chosen Hero eyes curiously the clamoring group: "What are you doing?"
"None of your business!" Legend replies a bit too rudely while swatting away at Wind's hands as they reach for a cursed ring.
Hyrule smiles at them, sweetening the stress in the veteran's voice: "The little one managed to get him to share his rings!" he explains, pointing at the Skull Kid already on their feet and running to their dear friend, offering him an aventurine ring.
Warriors whistles, clearly interested.
"Forget it!" the veteran yells at him immediately, "I am not explaining all of this all over again!"
He jolts at the others, feverishly getting back all of his rings and slamming them in the box held possessively under his arm - he looks like a selfish bear stubbornly refusing to share a large bee-free beehive.
The last missing jewel he is unable to rip from the imp's little clutches.
Instead he accidentally rips their arm. Again.
The Chain freezes at the sight of the lone limb in Legend's grip.
Time laughs suddenly.
"I almost forgot you can do that," he says with disarming serenity.
Legend quickly puts the arm back where it should be; Skull Kid gives the ring back, snickering a little bit.
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ok just gotta say- i have no idea what black dagger brotherhood is ;-; but it made me so happy to see you have fun reblogging all those posts :) have a great day ashley!
;laskjdf;sa this is so sweet, thank you! (for reference, the reblogging was a few days ago.)
the bdb is a fairly popular paranormal romance book series about a brotherhood of vampire warriors (vampires here being a different living race, not undead humans) who each have a book where they fall in love. plenty of it is dumb and trashy and unrepentantly so, but as i’ve been rereading them, i gotta say that they have more positives than i remembered.
i’m rereading the seventh book, and i think it’s genuinely good writing. the author’s biggest flaw is her constant use of slang and branding (i don’t need to know the brands of everyone’s clothes all the time, ma’am, thanks), but she is legitimately really good at making you feel things through her characters and care about what they’re going through, even if at first you had dismissed the character as an asshole.
the best thing about the books is that they are god tier “take a big strong man and break him down for the woman he loves” trope, like you just will not find it better than this. the vampire males “bond” to the female they love, and in the process become not only snarly possessive beasts, but slaves to her slightest whim. all they want to do is keep her safe and see that she’s well-fed and happy. the author really, really knows what she’s doing when it comes to romance. “nothing would please me more than knowing you are well fed” is something one of the vampires says while feeding the woman he loves by hand.
another factor that i don’t think i fully appreciated the first go-around is how she works disability and trauma into the stories. for example, the first book is about wrath, the vampire king, who is a big, mean motherfucker who has a problem with his eyes that makes him mostly blind; in the seventh book, he loses his sight completely and has to deal with that not only psychologically, but physically by getting a seeing eye dog. 
in the second book, the woman the vampire falls in love with is a cancer survivor who has scars and trauma from the treatment process. when the cancer comes back, the vampire pleads with her to let him take care of her in her illness. the third book is about a very, very, very severely traumatized character who was kidnapped and imprisoned as a blood and sex slave for a hundred years. he has all sorts of mental and emotional problems, like self-harm, touch aversion, and anorexia. he falls in love and that totally changes everything, but he doesn’t just magically get all better; the trauma stays with him.
in the one i’m reading now, the main character has to inject himself with medication to keep his biology under control (long story), which causes him to be numb and cold, to need to walk with a cane and wear heavy coats. (he also runs a club and functions as a drug dealer and pimp, and repeatedly talks about how sex workers deserve respect and need to be treated well, which is pretty refreshing.) the female he falls for is the caretaker of her father, who has schizophrenia, and i think it does a good job of balancing how schizophrenics are real, decent people with a serious illness, and also how it’s difficult to take care of someone with a serious illness. 
there’s a part about how people don’t realize that going out in the world and having ordinary, boring jobs is a privilege that many disabled people don’t have, which really resonated with me, since i’m homebound with chronic illness.
one of the books is about two male vampires, and i think that was a pretty big deal in a mainstream romance series when it was published ~2013, especially when she first started teasing the relationship ~2008. she previously had a Thing between two of the other main characters, going so far as to have it textually said that one of them had feelings for and was attracted to the other before pairing them both off with women (which makes me kinda wonder if she wanted to pair them but wasn’t allowed), and i fucking love that pairing to bits. i was still right-wing-ish back when i first started reading these books around ten years ago, and that ship flying under my radar actually helped to get me started on unlearning my homophobia.
anyway, they strike just the right balance between literary popcorn and “hey this is actually pretty good” and there have been a bunch more published since i last read them, so i’m doing a reread with the goal of catching up. if any of y’all want to ask more questions cause you’re thinking about checking them out, feel free.
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mydearesthrry · 3 years
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places we won’t walk (chapter one) || peter parker
summary - the doors at midtown seem a little boring, but when you get introduced to someone you seem to remember, what happens when they seem to remember you too?
word count - 2.9k (wow shes gettin better!)
pairings - peter parker x fem!reader
warnings - like mild mention of s*xual assault, angst if you squint really hard, mj being a softy for you, mj being a lowkey bi, peter being stupid as always, y/n calling peter a colonizer.... thats it ok enjoy
a/n: so i know i last updated in october, but as u all saw i have a 25 days of xnas thing going on (PLS I WROTE THE A/N LIKE A MONTH AGO PLUS I FORGOT ABOUT THE XMAS THING DISREGARD) so pwww updates will be slow (as if they werent already omg) but the next chapter will be arriving hopefully, fingers crossed, on xmas eve or xmas! also, are you guys watching the new euphoria episode? also, i’ve stopped using the word ‘stuttering’, as it may be ableist, and i’d never wanna come off as insensitive. anyway lmao, enjoy chapter one, the trials and tribulations of hitting someone in the nuts.
also side note psa: biggest thank you to @blossomparkers for helping me so much w this chapter. i owe it all tooooo u lani yani. thank u for everything !!!!!
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when y/n y/m/n stark was in her early years, she was never aware of the impact her father would and did hold over her life, and in turn, the whole world. for the longest time, you’d always assumed that your father wasn’t real, and everything that had been told to you by malicious family members who were jealous over your father’s “successes” had been lies, and you had it believed yourself. no one would even think that you were tony stark’s daughter until it had been mentioned. tony’s snarky attitude had been a character trait that you’d gotten, and you always took pride in your humor and attitude.
the story of your mother and tony had been messy and all over the place. from a drunken hook-up followed by multiple days of morning sickness, to a surprise pregnancy test, the storyline of your parents had been.. well.. interesting to say the least. you never focused on your family’s history, solely based on the fact that you didn’t have two fucks to give about your family history, but you also never knew your father which was-- bizarre. 
when tony had found out about you, he claimed it was a drunken accident, a mistake, and one he made when he was “less responsibly a stark”, which was actually just some fucking bullshit, but he didn’t wanna admit that he hooked up with some random chick at a bar that he thought was hot.
since you had been raised by a mother who was barely there, you had to raise yourself. you were kinda street smart and book smart, and you were always smart when it came to books, because you were the type to want to learn-- unlike others.
when you were in your teen years, you had tabs on you and the media on you 24/7 to make sure you didn’t royally fuck up. the unwanted attention became too much when you started realizing that people didn’t want you for your personality, they wanted you for your title. but this was after you moved from brooklyn. nuvale and peter never saw you as some “movie star”, or some famous person in the media because you weren’t. but when you had grown to learn what your father did, he had forced you to not fuck up to maintain his-- somewhat okay reputation. 
you always wanted that superstar life, as a fantasy of course, but when you got to it, you realized the cliche-y-ness of it all. you’d idolized the famous women in the media-- idolized how they looked like. you realized fairly quick how fucked up the media truly is. you realized how things really aren’t as they seem. its not just the galas that look extravagant, or getting to wear a fancy new gucci outfit every night. it honestly was a whole bunch of other shit you wouldn’t even imagine. it comes with the no privacy thing- people stalking you in public, the death threats, so much shit that wouldn’t happen as common if you were just anonymous.
being an avenger (basically), your dad had natasha teach you the ropes; the basic rules of how to kick someones ass. it was a handbook that the women of the avengers had created, and it had all the rules and regulations of how to spar someone on the team, and basically how to righteously beat someone's ass up. it was never really something you found too important, but as you grew older, you realized that it was very important to know, especially since you were a girl.
despite your harsh remarks and snarky attitude, your father always knew how to hit a sensitive point in you that always managed to break you down. you never quite understood why he would want to make you feel worse about yourself than you already felt, but regardless, you always felt underappreciated by him. being a stark, you were expected to be a genius, get over the top grades, and constantly be able to keep up, but with your luck, you were graced with depression, social anxiety, and a 4.0 gpa. fun, right? 
wrong.
when you were 11, you had made friends with the kids in your apartment halls, and you learned that their names were nuvale jones and peter parker, and you were basically the golden trio. you were hermione, peter was ron, and nuvale was harry. which, now that you look back at it, makes much more sense than any other arrangement. you also had another friend, harry osborn, but once he moved away, there was no way for you to talk to him anymore. he had moved across the country to california, and from then, it was just you, peter, and nuvale. your best friends ha been there for you for what seemed like decades, although you only knew them for about three.
peter was the boy with the rosy cheeks who little 12 year old you would get butterflies in her tummy. or the type of boy to bring you an extra snack if you weren’t able to pack it the night before. he was the type of boy to walk you to the nurses office if you got hit with a dodgeball. he was the type of boy to fall for someone like you. but he didn’t. or so you thought. 
little prebubescent y/n was an awkward girl who thought the world would be on her side when she needed it the most, or that whenever you needed peter or nuva, they would be there. you didn’t think your best friend would stop talking to you after you had moved away. you were too naive to know that peter liked you, and you were too naive to know that he had liked you back, but you wanted to believe what your brain would tell you, so you decided to flush your feelings down the drain and forget about them, which, in hindsight, was a pretty shitty idea. who would’ve known?
your alarm clock blared loudly from beside you, causing you to let out a loud groan in protest. you hit the side of your head angrily, then whining and rubbing the spot which you hit. whines and loud sighs fell from your lips as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and pulled the covers over your head, knowing what would come next after you would try to snooze your alarm.
“good morning, miss stark, how could i be of service to you this morning?” friday’s voice echoed through your large bedroom. you peaked your eyes and forehead from beneath the covers, your eyes slowly starting to adjust to the light that was pulled through the big blinds which were now open. 
“mmm, fri, just tell happy to get the car ready, ill be ready in a few min- nevermind, tell him to get ready in thirty, im probably gonna fall asleep in the shower.” you croaked, taking your phone from the charger which was on your nightstand. you slipped on your bunny slippers and turned on the heater in your room, the draft filling your room with cold air throughout the night.
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once you walked through the large industrial doors of midtown’s cafeteria, everyones voices started to drop into sharp hushed whispers, making you roll your eyes and pull your hood up over your face. you pulled your airpods from your pockets into your ears and tried your best to avoid any and all eye contact with anyone you did end up coming into contact with. you walked over to the food bar where you grabbed a red school tray and plastered on your best smile to the lunch ladies who work oh so hard to make sure you all were fed. as you walked through the line, you could feel the intensified stares on you, making your back erupt in chills. you didn’t like to be watched, and the fact that you were a so-called celebrity didn’t help your cause in any way. 
“hey.” a low voice called from behind you. it was a girl with curly hair with gorgeous light brown skin, and a jawline that would cut you. you were almost astonished by her beauty, but you remembered the facade you had to hold, especially to strangers that you didn’t know.
“hey?” you asked unsurely, wondering if she was with the media or not. which was something that tended to happen quite a bit.
“don’t worry, i’m not with the press. you just seem interesting.” she said in a monotone voice, but still with a strong look of seriousness on her face. you giggled softly when your eyes locked and your faces went totally still, making the girl in front of you laugh as well. she held out her hand in front of you, while also balancing her tray and book in the other hand. you placed yours into hers and shook it, smiling when she told you her name.
“michelle jones.” she smiled, your throat getting a little tight at her last name, and you had to admit that it struck a little chord within you, but you quickly cleared it from your thoughts and introduced yourself as well.
“y/n stark. pleasure to meet you, jones.”
“pleasure to meet you too.”
“so, i get that you’re new here,” she started walking, inviting you to walk along with her. “what- what are you doing here? i mean i get you’re smart and all, but this is a nerd school; you literally could’ve gone anywhere, so, might i ask, why here?”
“hm, interesting question. seriously i don’t know. my dad and i don’t really get along so he makes the decisions and i tell him if i like it or not. which by the way, i’m gonna have to stay near you-- you’re the only one making this bearable for me right now.” you snorted, nudging your elbow to hers. 
“hm, daddy issues. great song, love the artists.” she smirked, making you shoot your head back in loud laughter, gaining some side eyed glances from a few people sitting at the tables around you.
“so, where are we sitting? i usually nev-”
“hey mj!” you were interrupted by a boyish laugh and hoots and hollers coming from a table two tables ahead of you. 
“jesus fucking christ. what? just because i got some and you didn’t doesn’t mean that you have to be that fuckin’ loud about it.” she grumbled, placing her tray down, slinging the backpack on her right shoulder beside her. you looked at her with a nervous but curious glint in your eyes. she gave you a knowing look which said, ‘just go with what i say’, making you nod in understanding.
“woah! holy shit! i m- i mean woah- nice to- nice to meet you!” the boy fumbled over his words, looking at you and michelle in disbelief, shaking his friends shoulder and poking at his cheek.
“nice cut, g. looks nice.” you said to him, giggling as you stuck your straw into the mini juice box.
“o-oh, thanks… g?” he said back to you, observing your looks with a confused expression written on his face making you giggle at his confusion. 
“peter! look! y/n stark is at our table!” he whisper shouted to his friend, making you look at michelle with a smile on your face and playfully rolling your eyes. she looked back at you, rolling her eyes as well, gesturing to her head as if saying ‘idiots’, making you giggle and turn back to them. 
“so, bowl cut dude, what’s your name?” you nodded to him, picking at your salad with the blac spork that was so cordially given to you by mj. 
“n-ned, ned leeds.” he smiled sheepishly.
“and you, colonizer, what’s your name?” you tapped on the table, alerting the boys attention. you could hear michelle and ned hollering and snickering from their seats, but decided to keep your poker face rolling. but i mean, how couldn’t you? the look on his face was absolutely priceless. 
“peter park- wait did you just call me a colonizer?” he cut himself off in his own sentence, looking at his other friends for confirmation, to which they nodded, still cackling at the fact that you had indeed call him a colonizer.
“peter park, hm?” you teased, ignoring the way you hesitated and ignoring the way your chest felt heavy when the name of peter was said.
“n-no thats not my name-” he said, tripping over his words, making you let out a chuckle. 
“i’m messing with you. with what you’ve given me, i could only guess your name is peter parker?” you rested your chin on your hand, engaging in the awkward conversation.
“yeah. thats my name.” he said more confidently, giving you a tight lipped smile.
“nice to meet you, parker.”
“you too, stark, my pleasure.”
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after the small encounter with your new found friends, you had gone back to your respective classes, which meant that your next class had peter in it. after you had split up, you decided to get there early to avoid any commotion surrounding you.
as the boring class continued, you heard the loud clicking of high heels in the hallways, which had to be one person and one person only.
“stark,” someone shouted from the door which swung open. low and behold, in front of you was the prickly bitch, your principal, mrs cunningham. “come with me, eugene’s parents have requested a meeting with you and your father considering that you had just hit their son in the private areas!” everyone snickered and laughed. finally someone had stood up to flash’s shit. 
“y- you punched flash in the nuts? i thought that was just a rumor?” peter stuttered, looking at you in disbelief.
“yeah, the fuck was i gonna do? let him flirt with me? no. that bitch tried to grab my ass. i’m a stark, i was raised better than that.” you whispered to him, packing your bag as you did so.
“hm, guess you’re right. well, good luck stark.” 
“thanks parker.”
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once you arrived in the principals office, you saw what seemed to be his mother in one of the seats decked out in expensive pearls and diamonds. typical.
“little miss over here punched my son in the privates! i will not allow this to happen!” fuck. you thought; another one of those stuck up cunty parents.
“pfft, probably paid to get their son into here.” you muttered under your breath, playing with your protection bracelets incase anything was to ever happen.
“wHAT? mrs cunningham, i will not allow this child to talk about my son this wa-”
“hello! i was called in?” a voice interrupted, one you could only peg as your father.
“ahh! mr stark! you’re finally here!” your hilarious excuse as a principal said cheerfully.
“i am! and i am here to.. come and have a meeting about my daughter's- behavior?” he asked questiongly, already seeing the triumphant and cocky look on your face. he knew you weren’t at fault, and you were gonna lie your pretty ass out of it.
“well, mr stark, we have a student in the nurses room due to the actions of your daughter!” she looked at him menacingly. he shook his head with a smile on his face and walked over to you, grasping your shoulders in his hands.
“well kiddo, wanna explain what and why you did what you did?” he smiled, giving you two taps on your shoulder, already knowing what was next. you two had a pretty good acting schedule when it came to it, when in reality, you despised eachother.
“sure daddy! eugene had been hitting on me for several days now, and even found my private social medias in use to.. how can i say this, use me for my fame? he tried talking to me, very inappropriately on several occasions, and even went as far as to try and grab me in areas in which i find extremely inappropriate, without my consent, might i add, which doesn’t seem okay with me. does it seem exceptional to you, mrs thompson?” you asked, while only keeping your eyes on his mother.
“why, i am so sorry miss stark! his father will be in contact, i did not raise my baby to be this way! im sorry for any inconvenience he may have caused you!” she gasped, raising a hand to her heart. 
“it’s okay, i just request, may this never happen again? i would not like my privacy to be invaded, much less from your son, and can i please ask that he never try to hit on me, nor any girls at this school ever again? i can only imagine how many other girls this may have happened to, mrs thompson.” you sighed, your eyes filling up with fake tears. you reached up to touch your fathers hand, tapping it twice back, knowing that you both had just won.
“never again miss stark, once again, i am so sorry this happened to you.” 
“it’s okay. now mrs cunningham, shall we see our way out?” your father answered for you, looking over at the old white woman who looked like a piece of cheese. she could only nod in awe, giving you the cue to pick up your bags and walk proudly to the door.
“thanks i guess.” you muttered, pulling out your airpods once more, hoping to seal the conversation with your father.
“yeah yeah, no problemo.” he muttered back, avoiding eye contact and stuffing his hands in his  pockets. 
once you reached the door, you remembered that you had left something in your locker, and informed your dad that you’d be going back to get it. he all but nodded and looked back at his shoes before trudging to the car.
once you entered the seemingly halls, much to your surprise, you saw a scrawny teenage boy lifting open a set of lockers, which you didn’t even know was possible, and pulling out a red and blue suit. once you saw who the hands belonged to, your mouth fell agape as you gasped,
“peter?”
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aldi-mikazuki · 3 years
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Goodnignt
I remember the last time i had a good nights rest, the moon was full and my room had a pleasantly calm atmosphere.... I liked being alone in it, i was safe, and the dark was my blanket, i wasn't afraid. Although admittedly, even when im comfortable, it's not as if i always trust. I've had this love hate relationship with it, on and off just like the sky, and it's beautiful inconsistency. on one hand escaping the lights judgemental gaze is a wonderful thing, on the other im a blind fool in the arms of the gloom. And i suppose the fool never learns.
When was the first time i realized this? When was the first time i truly feared the dark? I mean- i suppose the fear of the dark stems not from the darkness itself, but because we fear what lies within its shadows. So let me rephrase... When was the first time i met him.
It had to have been when i first moved in to my new house, the old lady selling it to me told me to take good care of it, she said she hoped i would find my forever home in her "friend".
"I have many memories here, and i trust you Elaine, i trust you'll take care of my old friend." "Old friend ma'am? This house?" "Ah yes, the house..... Do please excuse me deary im fairly attached to this house"
At the time i had smiled awkwardly at her and told her not to worry! I would take care of it, but part of me felt unsettled, why was she so hesitant to call the house a friend? She couldn't have been referring to something else.... Right?
A week after i fully moved into the house i saw the old woman passing by, so i decided to go greet her. I went outside and yelled from my porch "Ma'am!! Hello, i wasn't expecting to see you again! How are you this fine afternoon?" "Oh im doing well deary how- AAAAH" the woman screeched and collapsed after turning to me, she screamed on the floor as she tried to crawl away. I ran to her aid. "Ma'am!!! Miss!?!? Are you alright?? Do you need my help?" I approached her but she started to sob and wail. "No!!! Stay away, take care of my friend!! I can't do this anymore, i can't be his anymore! You're his friend now, stay by his side!! Love him till the end of his days please!!! i can't live like this anymore, i can't be his friend anymore" "what...?" "LEAVE ME!!! HE'S BEHIND YOU!! I DON'T WANT HIM NEAR ME, GO BACK INSIDE BY HIS SIDE! LEAVE ME"
Startled and in a panic i looked around, there was no one...? Nevertheless i shook it off, she needed my help!! I went back inside and went for my phone, and i called 911.
"911 what's your emergency?" "Hello yes!! This old woman Collapsed in front of my house!! She's in hysterics and i don't know what to do, she's on the floor and wailing and scared, please i need help" "ok calm down, i need your location" "676 richardson avenue" "Emergency services are on their way, while you wait i need you to follow my instructions alright?" "Ok" "You told me the woman is in hysterics?" "Yes" "and she's on the ground?" "Yes" "i need you to try and sit her up, she needs to breathe deeply and you need to calm her down, ask questions and try to get her to clear her mind" "o-ok"
Keeping the emergency responders instructions in mind i ran back outside.
"M-miss? I was told i need to help you sit up, may i-" Before i could finish she started to sob "what part of leave me is so hard!?!? I just want him to go, he's had me long enough! He's by your side!! He's standing right there!! Lead him away .TAKE. HIM. AWAY."
I was so lost, who was this he?? Was it the house? Does she not like the house? "Ma'am i know you're scared but please i need to-" before i could say anymore the medics were here, they all got out the emergency vehicle and ran towards us " please step aside we're going to have to take her" hesitantly, i stepped back and let them take her away.
i watched as they put her on a stretcher and put a mask on her. She looked like she started hyperventilating, and before i could say anything to them they loaded her in and road off.
"What just happened...?" I looked dumbfounded after the truck "what should i do now?? Should i even do anything? What was she even referring to!?" My thoughts began to spiral as i went back to sit on my porch, i couldn't stop thinking about what she said... "He's had me long enough" "who is this he....? Is he in the house?" I looked back inside, the house no longer feeling like a home. I was peering in cautiously, But Before i could scare myself anymore i dismissed the thought, "she's an old woman, im sure she's just losing it! The house is fine" and with that i went back inside.
Later that night i found out that the woman had died from a heart attack, they said she was panicking to much all the way to the hospital and eventually her heart couldn't take the commotion, she was dead before they even arrived.
I had to head into bed after that, it was s bit much to handle. it felt like it was my fault. What if i had stayed inside all day? Would she have lived if i hadn't said hi? Did... Did he cause this? "Who is he...?" Before i could turn the question over something in the corner moved. the shadows were moving?? The shadows started to morph and the creature started to crawl off the walls, its lengthy claws outstretched towards me, he was crawling up the bed and i could feel his presence hovering over me. "What are you...!?" I trembled in fear as the creature opened its mouth, but there was no sound... Just my thoughts "im everything and nothing" it's raspy voice almost felt like nails on a chalk board, like there was a million awful screeches in one voice, and yet i wasn't hearing him.... He was just there. "What-" before i could speak again i could feel breath, even his breathing was shrill and high, i could hear him, he was breathing on me... He's so loud... Make it stop! "I don't know what you are... But stop! Please i don't know you, i- i don't know-" he screeched again and i trembled in fear, holding my hands on my ears, the blood curdling screeches only getting louder and louder, before he lunged at me, at just like that i was out.
My dreams were just as cruel as tonight's reality, the sounds of endless suffering filling my head, i fell into the pits of nothingness as the sound echoed around me, tonight felt like an eternity.
Every night since then was the same, an endless cacophony of mindless noise, my sounds of desperation joining the frey, and there was noting i could do.
I went to see a therapist for a while, i told her about the demons i had, and she said "we all have demons, we just need to treat them nicely! Treat them like a friend in need, be nice." "b-but he's real!! He's in my head, he's on the walls! I know he's real, he screams and crawls-" "all demons are real to us, we just need to learn to accept them, give him a name, become acquainted! Be 'his' friend" and with that she padded my head and smiled "don't let your imagination get a hold of you, you'll be fine" "o-ok"
Well that was a great help! I just LOVE therapy.
Regardless of how stupid i thought her advice felt, i tried it out that night, best i can do is stop fearing the stupid thing right? Ill give him a stupid name, perhaps that would help to! i laid in bed and called out in a relaxed tone "Goodnight gregory" i cuddled in my bed satisfied with my attempts before i froze, the darkness staring back as it reached out "goodnight.... Elaine"
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callboxkat · 4 years
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A Little Nightmare (part 2)
Author’s note: Here it is! The next installment of this new story in the world of Infinitesimal. I hope you guys like it!
Again, you do not need to have read Infinitesimal to read this story!
Warnings: fear, miscommunication, illness, injury, nonsexual nudity, death mention, censored swearing
Word count: 3372
Infinitesimal Masterpost!
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Joan was on their phone, looking through emails and texts for anything important. Despite trying to get some work done, most of their attention was still focused on something else entirely. They certainly felt that that distraction was understandable, though, given the circumstances. Occasionally, they couldn’t help but look up towards the coffee table and the blanket folded on top of it. The tiny person within hadn’t woken since they’d brought her home, and Joan couldn’t help but worry. They knew that the long-term success rate of CPR wasn’t exactly as high as a lot of TV shows would have its viewers believe, and Joan had no idea how long she’d been in that bucket before they arrived. They were hopeful, though. She seemed to be in good shape, other than the whole almost drowning thing. They believed she would pull through.
Joan glanced up again as a soft sound came from the table. As Joan had found out shortly after getting the tiny person settled in, she snored. It was very quiet, which didn’t surprise Joan given the woman’s size; but in the absence of their car’s engine and the roaring in their ears, they could hear it. They’d been a bit worried at first, slightly adjusting how her head rested to see if that helped, but it seemed that she just snored. They decided to view it positively. As long as she was snoring, they knew she was breathing. That was good.
If only she would wake up, so they could know she was okay.
“You’re probably pretty tired, huh?” Joan murmured into the quiet. They imagined that nearly drowning would take a lot out of a person. “That’s alright. Take as long as you need.”
A new message popped up on Joan’s phone, drawing their attention away from the borrower, or whatever she was, for the time being. They would have ignored it, but….
Talyn: What time are you picking up Marco?
Joan swore under their breath. In all the excitement, they’d nearly forgotten about him. Marco, their own dog. That just went to show how distracted they were, that they could forget that lovable furball for even a moment. They tapped on the message and typed a response.
Joan: Not sure. Later?
The reply popped up within moments.
Talyn: Are you still pulling weeds? Isn’t it dark out?
Joan glanced out the window. The sun had in fact gone down, but the sky was still fairly light.
Joan: Not much longer
Talyn: Damn, must be a lot of weeds.
Talyn: Don’t trip over a rock and die, dumb*ss.
Joan: There go my weekend plans 😥
Talyn: What a shame
Talyn: Seriously tho, I’ve got work at 7
Joan: Gross, late shift?
Talyn: Yeah. :P Come get yo dog.
A photo popped up. Marco was curled up on the floor at Talyn’s feet, looking up at the camera with his big brown eyes. His ears were pricked in a way that made Joan think that Talyn had absolutely just called the dogs name to get his attention for the photo.
Talyn: Look at him, he misses you :(
Joan sighed, glancing at the time. They couldn’t make Talyn late for work, but there were other factors to consider. One in particular, they thought as they looked to the tiny woman asleep on the table in front of them and grimaced. What if Marco tried to bother her once they brought him back here? Would she be safe? Aside from that, they really hated to leave. It would take only a short amount of time to get their dog, but enough to worry Joan. What would happen if the tiny woman woke up while they were gone?
But if Talyn decided to come here to drop off Marco… that could be bad. If Joan knew one thing about borrowers, it was that they wanted as few people to know about them as possible. Granted, that number was generally 0, but the cat was already out of the bag for Joan. Joan assumed that whatever this girl was, borrower or not, probably wanted the same secrecy, given that they had thought that tiny people were nothing but a fairy tale only a few hours ago.
They thought for a moment, fingers tapping uncertainly on their phone case.
Joan: Ok, five min
And so, reluctantly, Joan got ready to leave.
They made sure that the curtains and blinds on the windows were firmly shut, preventing anyone from peeking in and spotting the tiny person—one of the drawbacks of living in a first floor apartment was that this was a distinct possibility. Thankfully, people were generally not that creepy, but it would be just Joan’s luck for today to be the one time some weirdo decided to snoop around. And, as they had established, they were not taking chances.
“Sorry,” Joan said, looking towards the coffee table as they put on their jacket and grabbed their keys. “I’ll be back soon.”
The tiny woman, of course, didn’t answer. The only response they received was another soft snore.
“Okay,” Joan sighed, turning away.
They triple checked the lock as they left the apartment, glad that there was virtually no chance that anyone else would go barging in while they weren’t home. They lived alone; and they were, in fact, the landlord of this building. So, no one had a key to this apartment but them, which was honestly very reassuring.
Satisfied, or as close to satisfied as they would get, Joan hurried out of the building, planning to return as soon as possible.
Remy drifted into consciousness slowly.
She knew that she was warm, that it was dark, and that she was lying down on her side with something soft wrapped around her. It might have been nice, had it not been for the fact that her chest felt like someone had yeeted a brick at it, or the fact that she felt so weak that she was pretty sure she couldn’t get up even if she wanted to.
Her eyesight came gradually into focus, and her gaze fell on her own hands, curled in front of her on the fuzzy, dark blue surface of the… what? A blanket? She didn’t know what else it would have been. But why was she wrapped in a blanket? Remy loved herself a good blanket burrito, but she had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten there.
She turned her head, feeling dizzy at the motion, and tried to look around. It looked like there was some sort of ceiling far above her, but it was hard to tell in the darkness. Was she in a house? What the heck?
Remy thought back, trying to piece things together. She’d been looking for a new home, she knew, because those pricks in her old house had called an exterminator. She remembered being outside, the storm, and the tomatoes…. She swallowed against her rough throat. She’d been trying to get down from the work bench, she remembered. And… her dumb foot had slipped. And then… she’d fallen.
Oh.
Remy narrowed her eyes. Why wasn’t she dead? She should have drowned in that bucket. She had drowned in that bucket, hadn’t she? She remembered the time passing, passing, passing, her attempts to stay afloat growing weaker and weaker until it simply became too difficult. She remembered feeling terrified as her head started to dip below the water, the exhaustion overpowering her, her heavy, waterlogged clothes only helping to pull her down faster.
So… why had she just woken up here? And why did her chest hurt so bad? None of this made any sense.
“Am I dead?” she wondered aloud. Her voice was so rough and quiet that if she hadn’t known it was her own, she wouldn’t have recognized it.
Unsurprisingly, no one answered her.
Remy coughed, then hissed at the fresh stab of pain this caused.
No… she didn’t think she was dead. Maybe heaven, or whatever, if there even was such a thing, really was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket in the dark, but Remy felt too much like crap for that to make sense. Any reasonable afterlife would have given her a cup of coffee by now, too. Decent coffee. And if hell was real and she was there, Remy was pretty sure it would be much worse than this. No, she was definitely still alive.
Remy thought harder, trying to focus her sluggish brain.
Oh. Oh. Sh*t.
That human. She remembered now. A human had been there… saying something… And Remy had said something back? She remembered being scared. She’d wanted to know what the human was doing there. She remembered feeling weirdly detached, like the didn’t care what happened, which was so not like her. But she couldn’t recall any more detail than that.
The human must have taken her, she realized, working her fingers into the fibers of the warm blanket. That wasn’t good. She should probably do something about that.
Remy breathed, in and out, then started to move.  “Come on, girl, get off your butt,” she urged herself in that painfully hoarse voice. She struggled to push herself up on shaking limbs, but they wouldn’t hold her, and she collapsed back down almost immediately. Her breath left her in a rush.
“…After a nap,” she conceded.
“Good boy,” Joan said, closing the bedroom door with a click. “Sorry, bud. It’s just for a little while.”
The corgi on the other side of the door barked once unhappily. His clawed paws tapped anxiously on the wooden floor as he paced back and forth.
“I know, I know,” Joan sighed. “I want to let you run around, too, but I can’t right now. Good boy. We’ll play later. Go lay down.”
Marco whined in response, but Joan could already hear him laying down beside the door. They could clearly picture the pout that the dog was undoubtedly directing at Joan through the wood.
Marco was a good dog. He was three years old, and Joan had owned him for only two of those, but he was already pretty well-trained. He also had a very low prey drive, and was so short that he had trouble even reaching the edges of the coffee table. So, really, the totally-not-a-borrower was probably completely safe even if they did let the dog roam freely. But Joan wasn’t taking any chances.
Besides, she’d probably freak out if she woke up to a comparatively gigantic, unknown dog in her face. Joan knew they would, in her place. She had no way of knowing that Marco wouldn’t hurt her, and Joan couldn’t 100% guarantee that she would have no reason to be afraid.
Even without the dog around, she’d probably be freaked out enough already when she saw Joan there, alone. They winced at the thought.
There was always the chance that things would go smoothly… right?
Whatever would happen, Joan decided to just settle themself back into their chair and wait. There wasn’t much else left to do. The tiny person wrapped in the blanket was still asleep, snoring softly, and Joan wasn’t sure how much longer it would be before she woke. It looked like she might have moved while Joan was gone, but they couldn’t be sure. She really was very small, and it wasn’t as if they’d taken note of her exact position before they left. Plus, she was almost completely covered by the blanket.
Joan reached forward and poked at the clothes that they had laid out off to the side. They had dried by now, thankfully.
They retracted their hand, intending to go back to checking emails on their phone and to trying not to think too much about their unexpected companion; but a soft groan came from the table. Joan paused, their eyebrows lifting.
The tiny woman shifted in the blanket, her eyelids fluttering.
Joan opened their mouth as if to speak, then closed it again. They figured they should probably stay quiet.
Her eyes opened. Joan leaned back, hoping to let the tiny woman gain her bearings without their interference.
She blinked, her eyes travelling slowly around the room. Then, she sighed, almost in a resigned sort of way. Like she was thinking, “Oh, great. I really am here.” Perhaps she had woken up while Joan was gone after all.
She pushed herself up on an elbow, wincing, and looked down at herself.
“What the hell,” she muttered, probably noticing she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Joan winced again.
The faint movement drew her attention, and she seemed to see Joan for the first time. Her eyes went wide; and she froze, her hand gripping the blanket tightly.
“Um…. Hi,” Joan said awkwardly.
It was like the noise unfroze her. She shrieked, scrambling backwards on all fours with the blanket still clutched around herself. Her movements were stiff and sluggish, like she still hadn’t fully recovered from her ordeal. But the alarm on her face was clear to see.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Joan said. “I’m not gonna hurt ya, promise.”
The woman stopped, breathing hard, then slowly turned to stare up at them, her skeptical expression hard enough to scratch diamond. A long moment of silence passed. It was only seconds, but to Joan, it felt like hours. Finally, she cleared her throat. “Maybe I’m wrong,” she said, her voice hoarse, “but to me, it kiiinda seems like you already hurt me, b*tchboy.”
Joan blinked, taken a little off-guard by her words, then found their voice again. “I’m sorry,” they said, willing her to hear the honesty in their words. “I had to do that. You were drowning; it was that or let you die.” They rubbed a hand through their hair. “And, uh… I’m actually not a boy. I’m Joan. They/them pronouns.”
The tiny woman blinked, looking them up and down. “Still a b*tch, though,” she muttered.
Joan laughed, more out of surprise than amusement, not noticing how she tensed. “Maybe,” they agreed, before leaning forward marginally. “Really, though,” they continued more seriously. “Those bruises on your chest? They’re from CPR. You weren’t breathing when I found you.”
The tiny woman stared for a second, unconsciously putting a hand to her chest.
“You’re okay now, though,” Joan said. They hoped. “And—look, I’ve got your clothes right here.” They reached forward to grab them, and the woman flinched back. Joan froze. “Oh… sorry.”
A beat passed, and then Joan slowly reached for the clothes again. They brought them nearer to the tiny woman and set them beside her. She didn’t flinch away this time, which they counted as a win.
“How are you feeling?” Joan asked.
The tiny woman just stared at them warily.
“Come on, please? If something’s wrong, maybe I can help.” Was she really okay after nearly drowning like that? After all, they had no idea how long she had been in that bucket before they found her. And had they hurt her when they did CPR? They’d bruised her, yes, but they hoped they had done nothing more serious. What if they’d broken one of her ribs or something? Could Joan even do anything about it if they had?
The woman scoffed.
Joan frowned, drawn from their worried thoughts. “What?”
She glanced at her clothes, her fingers tight around the blanket, then looked back up at them. Joan could clearly picture how, if she had had sunglasses, she would have lowered them to stare at them over their frames. “L-look, babes,  I don’t know what your deal is, but this ain’t cute. I know you’re not some sweet, kind guardian angel sent to like, save me or—or whatever. So you can just cut the sh*t.”
Joan opened their mouth and shut it again. The tiny woman glared at them as they tried to come up with a response.  
“There, uh… there is no deal,” they said. “I just found you, and I couldn’t leave you there to die. I don’t have a plan or anything. Honestly, I don’t know what the f*ck I’m doing.”
“Right,” she drawled, clearly trying to seem aloof and unfazed; but Joan could hear the fear in her voice. Great. “And was undressing me part of this totally non-existent plan of yours?”
Joan groaned internally and rubbed at their eyes. “You were soaked to the bone and freezing,” they said. “You already drowned, I didn’t want you dying from hypothermia.”
The tiny woman coughed, wincing, then continued to glare at them. “So, what, girl, I’m just supposed to believe you did all this to help me?”
“Why else would I do it?”
“Gurl, how should I know? For all I know you’re planning to like, kill me or whatever.”
Joan looked down with a slightly frustrated sigh. “Okay, well… uh…. Believe it or not, I guess, but I want you to get better. I’m sure as hell not going to hurt you. It’s… I don’t mean to be, like, harsh, but if I wanted to kill you, all I had to do was nothing. And… well, obviously I didn’t do that.”
She swallowed.
Joan glanced at the time on their phone. They should probably give Marco his dinner, or he’d start whining. “Look, um… I’ll be back in a second. Just, I don’t know, get dressed, try to relax. I’ll be back with some water for you.” They got to their feet, noticing how the girl’s eyes widened as she craned her neck back to see them.
Joan scrunched their eyes shut for a fraction of a second, then sighed, opened them again, and left the room.
This was going about as smoothly as they’d expected.
As soon as the human disappeared into the other room, Remy grabbed for her clothes and got dressed as fast as her tired and sore limbs would allow. She didn’t bother with the shirt, just pulling her jacket around herself. Her clumsy fingers fumbled to tie the belt at her waist. When she was done, she probably looked like a disaster. She was pretty sure she even had the wrong boots on each foot; but whatever, right? Why not let her outside reflect how she felt on the inside?
She didn’t see her backpack or her hook and rope anywhere, which in retrospect was probably too much to hope for. It was a waste of precious time to even consider trying to find them. Why would the human have brought home her stuff? It wasn’t like they could use them.
She staggered to her feet, nearly sending herself crashing back down as she tripped over the folds of the blanket. Away from its warmth, the cold air washed over her and made her shiver. She took a deep breath, swaying, and hurried to the edge of the table she was on. That’s right. Of course, she was on a table. She didn’t have a hook or rope, and she was a full foot and a half off the ground. It sure would have been nice of her “rescuer” to leave her on the floor where she had a better chance of getting away. But it couldn’t be that easy, could it?
She looked around, her head spinning at how fast she moved, and her eyes fell on the heating pad underneath the blanket she’d woken up in. It was electric, she realized. She could see the cord attached to it. Finally, something she could use.
Remy hurried over to where that cord reached over the edge of the table and down towards the floor, and she made quick work of shimmying down its length. Which had nothing to do with the fact that it was mostly a barely-controlled fall. Shut up. She was trying, here.
Regardless of her now splitting headache, the crushing pain in her chest, and the throbbing in her ankle and hip that she may or may not have hurt in that fall climb down from the table, she was on the floor. But Remy didn’t have time to feel triumphant. She had to find a way out. She was not waiting around to see what this human wanted with her. No, ma’am.
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kiingbiing · 4 years
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bro Please show us ur ocs what
gladly
just know that names will change bevause i have too many characters woops (im a bad character maker lol)
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i made them children who murder but now i dont know what to do with them, soon i will make a story for them
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king and jester raise a baby and fall inlove :]
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theyre originally humans but with a potion gone wrong, they end up as animals and now they have to work together to turn themselves back, also the snake works with the law and the mouse is a crook
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dnd character, but i never got to play him cause i never played dnd, lol, one day, i will
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ethan works at a cafe and got turned into a vampire, carter is a monster hunter and wendy is his assisstant. carter has the hots for ethan and ethan doesnt want to acknolwedge his existence. maggie and callie is ethan’s friend, barry LIKES wendy
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the triplets were inspired by moosop ngl, but i do remember making triplets in 5th grade lol
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inspired by tarzan, but i changed the story cause i made these characters when i was younger and i cant abandon them. meriam raised talia (i changed her name) when she decided to leave london and live in the jungle. talia barely speaks because her speech isnt good. mark comes to visit his mother and to try and see if the island can be used for good money, mark and talia hate each other for this fact.
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made this in 4th grade cause my first lesbian ship was bubbaline and i was like, i dont have enough lesbian ships, gotta make my own then,
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no name for them but its set in the philippines, inspired by our monsters :]
a fellow monster has to be in love with their food
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fairly odd parents oc, josh and penny got adopted by this rich couple, and everything was fine till they figured out that they only got adopted because the parents would get more money from their parents if the wanted kids, this warrented a god parent and francis is here. francis HATES children and is onyl doing this because its good money. penny is too energetic, josh is the quiet kid and francis hates kids, but he can handle one, hes not gonna be able to handle 2
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theres 2 stories for this, bt judas and merith were in an arranged marriage and percy became merith’s crying buddy when judas is mean, they can be in a threesome, still dont know. still have to upadte this story
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dominic goes savage during the full moon and his sister is the only one who knows this secret. the two rodents have a thing for dominic
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these were just random ocs with no actual plot line, dino and cloudy are buddies and they go everywhere together
the colony of ants have a thing for the ant eater, not the tables have turned lol
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dad is forced to raise a baby and he cant cause hes sad depressed, and he just doesnt know what to do but he can abandon her. jerry is like, buddy, BUDDY, if u let me crash, i can help out, hes helpful, 
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used to be an adventure time oc but i scrapped it, 
princess aya runs away from the royal family to find her missing sister cause she doesnt want to be queen 
she meets with red, a thief who dabbles with magic, which is illegal, 
due to unfortunate events, red helps aya find her sister
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animal crossing ocs. kenny and lola are dating :]
one and two are childhood friends? one was mean and two got depressed, but now one is trying to make up for it
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kylan is failing his class, so richard has to tutor him to make sure hes on the right track, kylan just doesnt want to do anything with him, and when he realises that richard has a hard time making friends, he makes it his task to help him make a friend, in return, richard has to leave him alone
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just two teenagers coming to terms about their feelings for each other.
braden never gave romance a thought until he reached middle school. he started to crush on george hard and he doesnt know how to handle this and he tries to deny it.
george is straight and is just vibing, and he thought things were fine until braden confessed his feelings.
braden is demisexual (im demi, hes very special to me)
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this ones old, (also i made another oc thats named carter WOOPS)
no name (teddy) got kicked out from home when his mom figured out hes gay, and carter is a rich art student that needs a model and he ask teddy to become his model. carter pays teddy a good sum of money, (i need to work on this story woops)’
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melissa is a rich blind girl and shes not allowed to party and go outside if she doesnt hire a body guard (thanks dad), she hired danny, an ex underground boxer to help her around the city. 
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in this world, magic welders are getting killed because only officials are allowed to use magic. momma summons demote, a demon, with a deal that he keeps her daughter safe. demote and harper hate each other and they have to tolerate each other in order to get away from the hunters. dewey is a forest entity that latched onto harper
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my little pony oc 
madison loves flowers, she tends flowers and honestly? flowers only.
valentine is a match maker and she stumbles upon madison, and her match making skills dont work on madison, just ponies being ponies :]
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characters made with my friends but i lost contact with them and one day, ill work on their stories
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david is in his first public school and he meets molly and he doesnt vibe with her cause she doesnt talk to him and it didnt settle with him right, so he bullies her, and when he figures out that shes deaf and maliciously bullied her, hes just, not happy and tries to make it up to her, and shes not having it
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life and death, my friend wanted me to make a comic bout life and death,
just ur standard life and death ship
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used to be an adventure time oc but i changed it
andrew grew up in a religious household with strict parents, making him study. hes not allowed to be with friends
margee is raised by her uncle because her dad died in a car accident,
dally has a strained relationship with his dad, his dad being an alcoholic and not taking care of his health
they were all childhood friends and then they got seperated, when they got older, they all saw each other and got together for support
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(ok imm a fool and i try to make a webcomic but i keep not not finishing it so, woops)
bunny ocs when i was younger, i need to work on their stories, sorry, no other info except they want to beat each other lol
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cupid accidentally shots an arrown at ching and now they fell inlove with mar, and mar just wants to vibe and be ignored but with ching contantly trying to woo mar, cupid thinks thats enough and tried to help mar because that wasnt suppposed to happen lol
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girl realises that the monsters under her bed and in her closet are real and tries to get her mother to help her.
her mother abuses her and the girl is just scared and she doesnt know what to do
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(im getting lazy)
baintly wants to be a good wizard but she sucks at everything
butters(the broom) is accidentally made when she tried to summon her animal
she was about to get kicked out of school but out of sepretation, she promised her school that she’ll go get a gem from a feared dragon in order to prove her place in the school
she got lonely and got a pet bunny and fox
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terry accidentally summoned perry and she doesnt know how to handle a demon in her room, ralph is terry’s friend
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set in space and theyre all animals
the top are a bunch of criminals and the bottoms arer in the police forces
and they both have to work toegether to get rid of a dangerious villian set to destroy the galaxy
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ok so i lost their names but basically, big demon goes to the human world and befriends a child. other demon is the right hand and he follows his master and hes just a ball anxiety. the older sister is a monster hunter and she tries to kill the big demon living in her house
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queennymeria · 4 years
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ALL (yes i mean it!) the fruits for piper + eiza! 😈😁
🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them? 
PIPER: Piper can give a shit less how she looks though she does take the extra effort to put herself together. She’s very comfortable in her own skin (god I wish that was me), and since her mother and father were just as attractive themselves she basically inherited her good genes from them. She wishes she could focus more on her upper body strength but she makes do with what she has. 
EIZA: Eiza is similar to Piper in regards to how she accepts her appearance. She doesn’t really have the time to really care per say about how she looks to everyone she encounters. Eiza is one hundred percent comfortable in her appearance, and knows that looks aren’t everything. 
🍅  :    how does my muse feel about plastic  /  cosmetic surgeries   &   procedures?  is it something they have done or would do?  do they mind if others do it?  
PIPER: She’s not interested in cosmetic surgery whatsoever nor does she care if anyone else has had it done.
EIZA: Same as above. 
🍏  :    how stable is my muse’s physical health?  do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician?  do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication?  how often do they get sick?
PIPER: Piper is fairly healthy and has no real problems that need constant monitoring by her doctor. She does get her regular checkups quite often though so much so that she often manages to nip her cold or flu in the butt before it gets worse. 
EIZA: Eiza’s health is fairly good though she doesn’t go get checked up as often as she should and because of that she happens to get sick quite often.
🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?  
PIPER: Piper has her bouts of depression though they are few and far in between. Whenever she thinks about her father and his murder she retreats into herself and pushes aside any and all feelings for days at a time. Though her job as detective is demanding, she finds herself focusing on her career rather than deal with those emotions. She should attend therapy for it, but she chooses not to. 
EIZA: Eiza is pretty stable in her mental health with all the shit she’s been through--being under Imperial occupancy on her home planet, escaping her home planet to be the “savior” they need, force training to the point she becomes exhausted and unable to move--just so much. Regardless of it all, she still manages to put those feelings aside to help literally no one but herself! Jkjk she helps Din albeit begrudgingly but literally does shove her personal feelings aside for him and baby y*oda.  
🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?  
PIPER: Ok...so Piper does take pride in her appearance and dresses herself in the finer things but it’s mainly because she likes to keep herself well maintained. She buys the makeup, the clothes, (though her car is shit) all of it because she’s the face of wayhaven in a way. 
EIZA: She keeps herself well groomed despite being a runaway princess, and although she’s a bounty hunter and gets dirty from time to time Eiza will make sure she cleans herself up. Most of her long brown hair is kept in her mother’s hairnet so she doesn’t have to worry too much about how her hair looks. 
🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?  
PIPER: Piper is a people person despite having no time to socialize. She loves mingling and getting to know new people that arrive in Wayhaven, and has no problem getting most people to like her. It’s especially true when Unit Bravo first arrives, and although she and Adam are mostly at odds she tries very hard to work with him despite his attitude. 
EIZA: Eiza is a people person as well though if you need help don’t rely on her. :/ She and Din have a pretty good relationship in the beginning since they’re both sort of similar in a lot of ways. Though when it comes to being alone she would very much prefer it. Since she was a child she’s always had her guard up, ready to be on the defense should she need to. Though Kuiil was able to penetrate that barrier and earn her respect and trust, Eiza was still very much like Han S*lo in a way where she had a dry sense of humor to keep people at bay. 
🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?  
PIPER: “My childhood was like any normal childhood. I had a mother and a father, though my mother worked more than I would like. My father, Fritz, tried his very best to be there when Rebecca couldn’t even when he had his own career. When he died, everything crumbled.”  Once Piper turned 15 she matured rather quickly which reminded Fritz of Rebecca. From time to time, Piper finds herself missing her childhood since Fritz was very much apart of it, but now she embraces her adult self more than she would’ve thought. 
EIZA: “Qiva was the center of my world as a child. I was pampered, sure, but what royal heir wasn’t? My mother was busy being queen which left my father to teach my brothers and sister and I the basics of every day life. I had my friends--both in court and outside the palace walls but I always felt that it would soon be taken away from me.” Eiza had to mature as soon as she was forced to leave Qiva, and during the rest of her teenage years she had to look out for herself and prevent anyone from finding out she was force sensitive. Though she misses her childhood she enjoys the adult life and what she’s encountered through her travels. After all, she would’ve never met Din and the child.
🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?  
PIPER: Piper is definitely smart especially when it comes to science, in fact if there were careers in Wayhaven that focused primarily on science she would’ve gone for that. However, Piper puts her mind to use when solving cases and deducing a crime. She was definitely educated--she got her BA in criminal justice and would’ve liked to have gotten her PHD. She’s definitely the book smart type!
EIZA: Eiza is smart though she’s not a genius per say. She’s smart enough to get by unscathed. She’s mostly self-taught as she gets older, but most of the other things she learned was through Kuiil. She is definitely street smart though in regards to living day by day as a bounty hunter. 
🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  
PIPER: Definitely summer! Piper enjoys the warmth and heat summer brings to Wayhaven and anyone who knows her has said she’s a “ray of sunshine”. 
EIZA: Autumn! When I think of Eiza I think of fall colors, and if she were the type she would enjoy pumpkin spice latte. 
🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them? 
PIPER: Piper will literally sacrifice herself to save anyone in trouble. The people of Wayhaven are her priority and she feels it’s her duty to save them no matter the cost. It stems from her personal beliefs of what justice is. Of course, protecting her town has nearly gotten her killed but she knows she would never regret her actions. 
EIZA: Eiza will not be the one to offer her services first at all. She’ll only do it if she’s getting something out of it because in her opinion she has to look out for number one. Though she was raised to be thoughtful and kind to others on her home planet, and though Kuiil taught her to lend a hand when one is in need Eiza prefers not to trouble herself with other people’s problems. When Din recruits her she was about to refuse him before she saw the child that looked up at her with those big brown eyes. Because she helped Din, it’s landed her in more trouble than she could imagine. 
🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?  
PIPER: Piper is a big romantic which is partly due to her parent’s marriage being so successful and full of love. In a way, she strives to find someone that shares the same ideals as her father did. She’s not one to seek it out, and instead prefers it to happen naturally--like something out of an old movie. As for exes, she did date Bobby for a time and although she was blinded by it she realized he wasn’t the one for her (not to mention Fritz could not stand him lmao) but that was her only real relationship. As for crushes, she has a major one on Nate...it’s intense and something she feels deep down is genuine. 
EIZA: Eiza never thought much of romance tbh. All she worried about on a day to day basis was how to survive. She’s had a few hookups here and there (yes...Eiza is an alien fucker), but she’s never really tried to hold onto a lasting relationship. She may have had a relationship, although brief, with B*oba Fett...
🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them? 
PIPER: Piper in the eyes of many is seen as a detective who puts the well beings of the people of Wayhaven before her own. To those that knew her father, they can see the resemblance in her to her father. 
EIZA: In the eyes of regular people throughout the galaxy she’s just seen as another bounty hunter with skewed morals. In Din’s eyes, however, he sees a woman who’s been through too much and doesn’t allow herself to just be exactly that...herself. Her reputation as a bounty hunter though is paralleled to Din’s, though if the wrong people knew about her being force sensitive than perhaps she would’ve been on their radar.
🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits, interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?  
PIPER: Aside from her abnormal blood? Nothing really extraordinary. And Piper likes it like that.
EIZA: She’s force sensitive although this dumb thot does NOTHING to really hone it. In fact, she just prefers to not use it and doesn’t want anyone relying on her to use it. She hides it so no one knows that she wields it. 
🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?  
PIPER: Piper’s diet varies--she can eat three meals a day when she remembers to but when she’s so busy she forgets to. Even then she relies solely on coffee and whatever pastry she buys at the bakery. When she gets home and has time for herself she does in fact cook, though she prefers Nate’s cooking to her own. 
EIZA: Eiza does NOT know what a proper meal is. She usually would just eat at the local bars around Arvala-7 and from there when she’s off bounty hunting whatever local establishments she can find in the other systems. She tries to maintain a healthy diet throughout her travels but it often varies, but since she’s a big time eater she doesn’t often forget to do so. Though she can cook the most basic of meals, she still misses Kuiil’s homecooking. 
🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero? did they move away,  or do they wish to?
PIPER: Piper likes to think of Wayhaven as her sole purpose/drive for making it as safe as it can be. She’s proud to be from there, and after the events with Murphy she is considered a hero of sorts. She’s never really thought of moving away simply because she has no desire to. She likes it as it is. 
EIZA: When she was younger, Eiza had nothing but Qiva and her people on her mind, but as she grew older and became more cynical she found that they were relying on a false hope. She’s proud of her home planet, don’t get her wrong, but she’s carrying the weight of it on her shoulders since her father’s departing words basically hinted that they needed her. As if she could force the empire off her home world all on her own. She didn’t choose to move away, more like she was forced off world for her own safety against her will by her mother and father. She had no desire to leave Qiva, her brothers, her sister Nyssa, her friends Nivian and Shiala or her parents.     
But Eiza’s hand was dealt for her. 
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sabine-leo · 5 years
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Author: @sabine-leo
Genre: Humor, Sracasm with a hint of fluff ;) 
ONESHOT
Note: I know I´m a but early to ring in Valentines Day posts, but I wrote this yesterday and thought somebody out there might appreciate it! 
Bloody Valentine
This was probably the worst Valentines Day ever. I mean WHO DOES THAT?
 Blind Dates on Valentine’s Day? Speed-dating? Did your friends really think you were that desperate?
It must have been one of your weakest moments to agree to do this.
Come on (Y/N) this will be fun, 
Don´t think to much about it (Y/N), 
Just roll with it (Y/N)
Something along those lines you had heard the last 3 days. Even worse, your friend who talked you into it said she was ill 30 minutes prior.
Now you were sitting in a restaurant full of desperate people which wasn´t only dimly lit but plastered with hearts and fake cupids hanging from the ceiling. You looked around into hopeful faces, faces that had a staring contest with the empty chair in front of them and faces that were so nervous their eyes twitched. You were about to get up and just leave as the first man sat down at your table and this whole nightmare started. He probably was 20 years older than you and smelled of old smoke. Not that you were an ungrateful or biased person, but you rang the little bell on your table before he could speak. Signalling that you´d be free to talk to again.
 Maybe if you´d do that 5 or 6 times you would get disqualified or even better... thrown out.
The next man that came to your table looked fairly normal but opened his monologue with.
“Can you touch my hand? I want to tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel.”
“You do know Lucifer was an angel too?” You just answered and rang the bell.
This would so give you a headache in under 5 minutes…
 Guy number 3 declared that he´d rather watch the movie then reading the book.
“Seriously?” DING DING DING…
 For a moment you just rested your head on the table and grunted.                      “I´ll kill my friends! ” Which made the next guy so uneasy that he didn´t sit down at all. Great, that was going as well as you´d thought.
You didn´t even lift your head, just hit the bell as you heard the chair scratch over the floor as the next one wanted to sit down.
 At the bar Tom was waiting for his takeout to be ready and watched in amusement what happened in front of him. A ballcap hid his longer curly hair and the hoodie made him nearly invisible to people who would normally recognise him. This day always seem to hit a lot of people in the feels even those who normally wouldn’t care to be alone on any other day.  Not that Tom didn´t love romance and sweet gestures. No, the woman he´d love would know and feel cherished on any given day, not only on Valentines Day...but cupid was a blind and spiteful bastard in recent years. His gaze wandered around before fixing on a particular funny sight. This woman appeared to have not as much fun or desperateness oozing out of her to be here at all. Tom had to hide a coughing laugh behind his hand as her head hit the table and she just rang the bell without looking.
 For about 1 minute nobody wanted to sit at your table anymore. A sigh escaped you. Hopefully the torture was over now, but before you could lift your head a smooth voice began to talk.
“Cupid is a blind, spiteful toddler who has an aim that needs to be enhanced by miles!” Ok, that wasn´t the worst opening line you heard tonight, or ever. However you have had enough for tonight. You lifted your hand without looking up as you heard that Mr. smooth-voice wanted to sit down. “Nah-ah!” he warned and took the bell from the table.  
 You lifted your head to take a look at him and tell him to leave, but he just smiled and said.
“Hello, my name is Tom and I thought I would spare you the agony to hit this bell another time.”
That made you stop for a second and grin a little, but that night had left an imprint on you.
“Either you are full of yourself to think I wouldn´t hit that bell another time or you are as exhausted from this crappy, spiteful toddlers behaviour as I am!” Tom laughed a little and looked into your eyes.
“Maybe a little bit of both, but why are you here when you don´t want to be here at all?”
He really seemed interested…and he still held on to that bell.
“Long story short, my friends think I´m desperate and in need of a shag. Or I will likely end up as one of those sad little ladies with a ton of pets.”
Tom began to laugh out loud and grinned afterwards.
“Some friends you have.”
“Yes, I think I need to find new ones…or retaliate in the most vicious way possible!”
 A woman came to your table.
“Excuse me Sir. You are not registered to be sitting on any of those tables.”
Tom looked up and said. “No I´m not and I think its cruel of you to take money from people that are lonely and in need of company…” He stood up. “Oh and by the way, this..” He gestured around to the decorations “…is a bit on the nauseating side.” You just grinned and looked up at him…he was funny!
 In that moment his takeout was ready and he held out a hand to you. “Care to join me in my anti Valentine´s Day celebration and laugh at cupids bad aim?” You took his hand and stood up.
“Sounds good to me!” you bundled up and went outside. Gladly it wasn´t raining or to cold to be outside for long. The both of you walked down the road of restaurants and bars a little and took a seat on a bench. You had the best view into the windows of 2 restaurants and the people inside.
 Tom took out his food and propped it up between you.
“Dinner with a view is served and ready my lady!”  You shook your head laughing quietly and took a little something out of the container. “I didn´t catch your name earlier.” Tom said in between.
“Because I didn´t give it to you, but nice try Mr. Hiddleston!”
For a moment Tom  just looked at you and then started to grin.
“So you recognised me?! Couldn´t tell because you seemed to behave so normal.”
“Oh, please…you are really full of yourself aren´t you?” You teased him.
“Why should I behave otherwise? You are a human being like I am…and a decent one it seems.
“You really are something else!” He laughed and leaned back.
 From that point on the both of you ate, talked a lot and tried to analyse the people having dinner.
It was an easy-going and interesting conversation with lots of laughs and fascinating insights you gave each other.  
 “Oh.. look there! She´s fidgeting with her phone under the table. She´s texting her friend to give an SOS call to get her out!” Tom snorted softly.
“And this guy over there just dropped the engagement ring. Poor fella is going down on his knees for other reasons then proposing.” You had fun watching the social life of other people, even if it was a bit unfair to them. But this day just had its own rules…so one night of sarcasm wouldn´t hurt your karma too bad.
 After discarding of the long empty food container Tom looked at you. “Let´s walk a bit further.”
He took your hand as if he´d done it a million times before and tugged you up. Lovers, Dates and Couples strolled the streets. Some happy, some in love and some just saying their good byes without further looking at each other. Somewhere at Leicester Square was a musician playing on the streets.
Tom grinned and twirled you around 2 times before dancing with you on the pebbled streets. He was cute, you had to give him that and he was a good dancer. Laughing at each other you stopped and gave the musician a tip. Tom leaned in and kissed your cheek softly.
 “Thanks for the best anti Valentine’s Day ever! (YN)”
You looked a little surprised that he knew your name but then he whispered in your ear.
“I read your name tag back at the table.”
You laughed and nudged him a little. Sneaky!
“Indeed, thanks for the best anti Valentine´s day ever Tom!”
“We need to do this together again next year!”  
Tom smiled a little wicked smile before his hand went through your hair to your neck and his other hand pulled you close whispering. “We have a whole year to plan it!”
His lips crashed onto yours and you held on for dear life.
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theycallmemoosey · 5 years
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Until Sometime
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Dan x Reader
A/N: This request was really close to home - love the snow but always seem to be ill. Not going to lie, writing this really made me miss the snow because England never seems to have it! Enjoy this one peeps! Moose :)
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“I have to go to work. Will you be ok?” Sam asked as she gathered her keys. 
You looked up from your spot on the sofa, sniffling as you pulled another tissue from the box. 
“Are you sure you have to go to work, Sam?”
Sam laughed, “If I don’t want to fired, then yes, I have to go to work. I’ll be home before six ok? You’re a grown ass woman, you can look after yourself”
“But I’m dying!” You dramatically whined, causing you to cough roughly. 
Sam sighed, hesitant to leave before reminding herself that if she didn’t go to work, she would be fired, “There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge if you get an appetite later. Promise me you’ll stay inside”
“Yeah, yeah, I will. Promise” you smiled up at her, silently cursing her for making you stay inside. It was snowing outside in England for the first time since you had moved here and you wanted nothing more than to go outside and experience it for the first time. Unfortunately for you, you were sick. You were prone to becoming ill so you were used to being sick, but you were more than frustrated that you had to be sick right when it was snowing. 
“I’ll see you later Y/N” Sam called out as she shut the front door, the chain rattling after it. 
You groaned as you felt an overwhelming feeling of sickness, throwing your arm out to grab the bucket you had found earlier. After vomiting and coughing your guts up, you looked out the window, the weather reporter on the TV telling the truth for once. The snowfall has picked up and the streets were getting higher and higher with the layered snow. You couldn’t help but stare and stare at the beautiful white specks softly spiralling downwards to the ground. You sighed, wishing desperately that you could go out but you had the worst of colds and that didn’t help whatever sickness bug you had. You continued to watch the TV, groaning each time you tried to move to find a comfortable position. Halfway through an episode of Doctor Who, your phone rang with Sam’s ringtone. You quickly paused the program and grabbed your phone, sneezing as you answered it. 
“Hey, Sammy…what’s up?”
“Hey. So my boss sent the entire office home due to the snowfall but with the height it’s already at, I really don’t think I’m going to make it home. I called Phil and asked if I could go to his house and he said it’s fine. I’m really sorry”
“Wait” you sniffed, “you’re going to the blind date’s house?”
“Y/N, I’ve gone out on more than one date with him! I think it’s fairly accurate to say that we’re a couple”
“Ugh. How dare he take my best friend away from me. I’m yet to meet blind date man”
You heard Sam laugh on the other end of the phone, “Phil! He has a name, you know Y/N”
You smiled, “Yeah yeah, just be safe getting there”
“Course I will. See ya”
You hung up the phone, throwing it on the sofa next to you as you sighed. Looking out the window, you smiled at the white haven that covered the streets and the trees. You furrowed your eyebrows in thought as you had an idea. 
You quickly jumped up, immediately regretting the decision as your head pulsated. After getting your balance back, you hobbled your way into the bedroom, putting on some jeans and the warmest jumper you owned. You slipped on your coat and grabbed your hat and gloved along with the keys by the door.
The snow was more than anything you could have imagined; the way it crunched under your boots as you walked through it slowly, the way it fell so delicately onto your coat. It was so beautiful you didn’t mind that you couldn’t feel your toes. You practically skipped your way to the park nearby, stopping and gasping at the sight in front of you when you reached the park gates. The lake glistened as the ducks skated on the ice, quacking at each other as they desperately tried to stop sliding everywhere. The snow fell softly on the trees, the leaves drooping down from the weight and flicking back up when all the snow fell to the ground. You felt your nose begin to tingle and you fished in your coat pocket for a tissue, pulling your phone out with it. Once you sneezed and got over the headrush it gave you, you crouched down to pick up your phone that had buried itself in the snow. 
“Shit shit shit” you murmured, starting to walk along the snow-covered path as you brushed the snow off of your phone, checking to see if it still worked, “oh come on you old piece of crap, work!” 
Suddenly, you were pushed to the ground by something firm, falling deep into the soft snow. 
“Oh my Jesus, I am so sorry. Are you alright?” a panicked male voice cried, the man’s arm reaching out to help you up. 
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! It was my own fault” you explained as the man helped you up, looking down with embarrassment, “I wasn’t watching where I was-“
When you looked up, your eyes met beautiful brown ones. He was gorgeous. He wore a long, black coat over his black jeans, a scarf wrapped around his neck and black gloves over his hands, still holding your arm. His soft, brown hair was a collection of neat little curls, speckled with white flakes of snow that continued to fall delicately onto his head. His smile melted your heart, making you feel suddenly warmer in the cold weather. 
“Everything alright?” He asked, smiling widely at you as he took his hands off of your arms and shoving them in his pockets, his shoulders tense as he clearly tried to maintain any warmth he still had. 
“Oh…oh right! Yes, sorry” you smiled, feeling the blush appear on your cheeks.
“I’m really sorry again for bumping into you” 
“Oh, please don’t be. Like I said it was-“ you were interrupted by a mighty sneeze, making your eyes well up with tears as you recovered.
The man before you laughed, “You should get home. Clearly, the cold is getting to you…probably didn’t help I shoved you into the snow”
You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m sick anyway”
“You’re sick…and you decided to come for a walk in the freezing cold?!”
“Hey! You’re no better than me! Why are you out here anyway?” You retorted, sniffing slightly and rubbing your nose. 
“I love the snow” his voice softened, and his eyes wandered around the scene behind you, “I always have. It’s my favourite time of the year”
You scoffed, “I wouldn’t know…this is my first time in it”
The man’s eyes widened, his mouth open with shock, “You’re kidding right? You’ve never seen snow?! No wonder you’re sick!” 
“Well…yeah. I come from a place that barely even gets cold, let alone snow. And in the four years I have been here, it’s the first time its snowed” 
“Well…congratulations on your first time in the best weather there is” he laughed, beginning to fidget as he obviously felt cold. 
You picked up on this and began to stutter, “S-Sorry for making you freeze out here. I best get home before I really do die out here” 
The man smiled at you, nodding his head, “It was really good to meet you” 
“Yeah. You too”
You cleared your throat, smiling once more before heading past the man and walking away. You stopped when you heard his voice call out to you. 
“Excuse me!” He called, jogging to catch up to you, “I’m sorry, I know it’s very forward but…would you mind, maybe, going out to dinner with me one day? I-I completely understand if you don’t want to, I mean I know we only just met but-“
“Shh!” You laughed, cutting him off before he began rambling on, “I would love to” 
The man smiled and began to walk off when he suddenly turned back around. 
“It just occurred to me that I will probably need your number”
You chuckled and held out your hand, the man quickly digging in his pocket to find his phone. When he handed it to you, his phone started ringing.
“Oh! Shit, sorry. Mind if I get it?” 
“Not at all” you smiled, handing it back to him as he quickly answered. 
You watched him as he spoke on the phone, his smile contagious. Every little thing he did made you smile. From the way his dimples appeared as he laughed to the way he ran his gloved hand through his curls, the snowflakes falling gracefully down his head and onto the floor. You quickly stopped staring and pointed your eyesight towards the lake when he hung up and began heading back to you. 
“Sorry. It was my roommate…his girlfriend is staying with us tonight as she can’t get home and he just asked if I could pick up dinner” 
“Everyone seems to be having trouble with the snow today” You replied, taking the phone from him and typing your number into his contacts, “my roommate couldn’t come home either when work sent her home early”
You handed him back his phone and he smiled, brushing your hand gently. Stuffing the phone back in his pockets, he looked back up at you and smiled widely.
“I’ll call you, and we’ll sort out that dinner. Hell, how does tomorrow night sound?”
“Probably not…” you smiled sadly, “I promised my roommate I wouldn’t even come out here today as I really am sick…I know for sure now that I’ll just be a hundred times worse tomorrow. Plus, I think she would literally kill me if she found out I went out on a date while I was supposed to be at home recovering” 
“Speaking of which, you probably should get home. This weather probably isn’t helping you get better” he smiled, clasping his hands together for warmth and shaking his head to get rid of the snow that had fallen on his hair, “I will see you…sometime” 
“Sometime” you assured him before turning back around to head home. You heard him walk in the opposite direction, his laugh becoming fainter. You were surprised once again when you heard him shout, “WAIT!” 
You turned back around to face him, still walking backwards as he stopped in his tracks. 
“I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU’RE NAME!”
You sneezed, laughing right after as you struggled to shout back at him, your throat punishing you for doing so, “Y/N!” 
Despite the distance between you, you saw his bright white smile, matching the landscape behind him, “DAN!” 
“UNTIL SOMETIME, DAN!” 
You chuckled as you turned back around, walking briskly to head home as the sickness had overcome your desire to be in the snow anymore. Dan had stopped in his tracks, the snow falling across his hair and shoulders once again and forming a neat white layer on top of him. He was still trying to process how he managed to get the number of someone so beautiful, and with such a beautiful name. Even though she was sick as a dog, she managed to look more beautiful than anyone or anything he had ever seen in his life. He giggled with excitement, still staring into the distance that you had long left behind.
He smiled and whispered gleefully to himself, “Until sometime” 
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catmeme-moved · 5 years
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all of the asks! >:3
god ok 
1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?
😏
2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?
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3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?
i dont think i could date anyone who does any kind of drugs,, it makes me Very uncomfortable
4. Is your last name longer than six letters?
its only 4 babey
5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?
sober...ive never been drunk
6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?
i guess?? it was in high school so i dnt think it rly counts since yknow, i was 16
7. What does your last received text say?
“jgdijgjfdivjdjdj me“
8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?
not enough times !!! i love kissing my gf
9. Where was your last kiss at?
in the parkinglot behind my dorm building
10. When is the last time you saw your sister?
i saw both my sisters when i was home for break a few weeks ago
11. What do you drink in the morning?
coffey
12. Where did you sleep last night?
my bed 
13. Do you think relationships are hard?
not rly? i think if relationships r hard then they arent rly meant to be
14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?
god i wouldnt have spent so much money
15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?
none at all ;3c
16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?
i guess rainy....overcast weather is my fav
17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?
my mom ! probably lots of other people too shjkdh lee is a fairly common name i think
18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?
jeans
19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?
i hope so!!!
20. Does anyone like you?
god i sure hope my gf does
21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?
nop
22. Is the last person you kissed gay?
ya thats why i kissed them ghksdjs
23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?
no one that i know personally.. there r some like celebrities and other famous ppl i dont like
24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?
yes i want a tattoo from a specific artist in my hometown!!!
25. In the past week have you cried?
i mean probably i dont remember though
26. What breed was the last dog you saw?
a pug...i saw him in a donut shop
27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?
i dry off as im stepping out of the shower
28. Have you ever kissed a football player?
no bc jocks intimidate me
29. Do you think you’re old?
not really in the grand scheme of things.. im only 20 i still have decades ahead of me !
30. Do you like text messaging?
ya
31. What type of day are you having?
its been ok! i spent time w my roommates downtown
32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?
i hav my septum pierced but a nostril piercing would b nice
33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
cold..
34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?
i dont rly think theres such a thing as “opposite sex” since sex is also on a spectrum like gender
35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?
relationship ! flings r nice i guess but i prefer the stability and commitment of an actual relationship
36. Are you a simple or complicated person?
i thnik im fairly simple..idk
37. What song are you listening to?
when he died by lemon demon
38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?
yea of course39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?
my best friemd emily40. What made you start liking the person you like now?
theyre hot and funny and very kind!!!!41. When did you last receive a text message?
idk maybe an hour ago42. What is wrong with you right now?
im hungry and not being held by my gf43. How well do you know the last female you texted?
its my mom so fairly well i think44. Does anyone disgust you?
men45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?
no bc im already dating someone46. Are you in a good mood right now?
i feel...neutral47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?
my roommate !48. What color shirt are you wearing?
its blue pruple n green tie dye49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?
ya my history professor told me i had to read books50. Anyone you’re giving up on?
no one is coming to mind51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?
i dont hate anyone!
52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?
almost gave up on ever being able to pet the raccoons outside the dining hall but someday ill be able to earn their trust
53. Do you like rain?
yes!!! 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?
not rly ! as long as theyre safe about it ykwim55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?
no i think ive told most of my crushes how i felt about them at the time 56. Do you like to cuddle?
god yes i love to hold and be held57. Are you shy?
its the social anxiety 58. Do you get along with girls?
i am a lesbian59. Have you dated the person you texted last?
we r dating !! 60. What do you carry with you at all times?
my phone and my peper spray 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?
id do it for 10 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?
ive been in my current one for 7 and my longest lasted 8 ! 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?
yes! 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?
anything my gf does is cute65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?
my cat yawned when she tried to meow and made a weird squeak sound
66. How old are the last three people you kissed?
18 (or maybe 19 now idk), 19, 20
67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?    
i do them myself bc i hate spending money68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?    
ghgdh,....neither69. Do you have any stickers on your car?    
i dont have a car yet 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?    
neither...i dont rly like eithr of those music genres71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?    
im samsung bitch until i die72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?    
its been months. maybe years. i dont like pizza73. Do you like diet soda?    
i dont rly like any soda anymore tbh74. What color are the walls in your room?
plain white...f    75. Are you 16 or older?    
bitche im 2076. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?    
nop i dont even know waht its about77. Do you have a job?    
yes i work in a library !  78. What are your initials?    
ylb79. Did you ever have braces?    
no :^/80. Are you from the south?    
nope im a pnw bitch
81. What does your last status on facebook say?    
something about voting82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?    
ya shes my best friemd83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?    
my mom.. fuck my dad !84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?   
i vaguely remember attending a gymnastics class when i was like 5 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?    
uhh.. venom i think86. Do you smoke?    
no never !!!87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?   
flip flops. 88. Is your phone touch screen?    
god how old are these questions. who has a phone that isnt touch screen now89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?    
my hair is naturally curly !90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?    
no91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?    
a pool..... rivers and lakes r scary92. Have you ever made out in a car?    
not yet93. …Had sex in a car?    
no that seems. . difficult. theres not very much room94. Are you single or in a relationship?    
im in a luvly relationship95. What were you doing last night at midnight?    
sleepin96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?    
new years i think??97. Do you like the camera on your phone?    
yea its pretty nice98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?    
no but ik i wanted one before i got into my current relationship skdgjhj99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?    
no but i did drink half a beer thing once and went to sleep bc i got a stomach ache100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?    
i dont even use facebook101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?    
when i was in first grade id play “family” w my friend sometimes and she’d pretend to be the dad and i was the mom so we would spoon each other bc we thot thats what sex was and i thought she actually got me pregnant bc i was 7 and didnt know anything102. Name your favorite Kesha song:    
the song blind slaps103. Do you have any tan lines right now?    
no its winter and i also dont go outdoors104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?    
 i hate wearing shorts
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jewel-s-blog · 4 years
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about me + bias list
 hi there, I’m jewel :)
she/her/hers ・ 20 ・ kpop (writing) blog
Yes, Jewel is my real name although my parents admit I was supposed to be named elizabeth but changed their minds last minute after I was born how cute and I’m currently in university. I study political science and japanese for those wondering (because yes, I am japanese and it’s helpful when you live in hawaii to have that degree yk?). If any of this stuff is even mildly interesting and you have any curiosities, pls feel free to ask me!
I try to write some things when I can, so feel free to take a look at my masterlist. I also read A LOT of fics on this site, so also peep my recs if you feel like it. Warning: its mostly fluff and angst and almost always includes smut but there’s some really good stuff worth reading still! 
Feel free to talk to me :) i don’t have any kpop friends irl :( all my friends are locals smh 
I try my hardest to be active as much as possible but it’s taken me over a year to finally get used to tumblr lol marklee and i both struggle with complex technology i guess Of course, there are times when I get busy with college and will probably seem to drop off the face of the planet exam season kills but now that I’ve been in quarantine for a month, I figured now is the best time to start building an active tumblr routine. 
That’s all for now! Keep reading below for my bias list :)
xoxo, jewel <3
Bias List 
Before I begin, I will warn that this is basically a giant NCT shxtpost. With LOTS of hyperlinks for educational purposes and absolute crackhead-ery. I’ll eventually make a separate list for other groups I stan, but this blog is mainly NCT and this is already so long so I’ll leave it as this. Enjoy!
Biases are bolded in the beginning of each unit, so you can skip everything after if you don’t wanna see my ramblings following it.
A/N: After biasing nearly every member in NCT/WayV I’ve settled for now on my biases for each unit. This will most likely rotate fairly regularly as I literally fall in love with a different member every day cited here. solo stan? I don’t know her.
ULT
Jaehyun  *ahem excuse me i mean* 
Johnny Suh, it’s official. Don’t know how to explain, but I love everything about him. In the end, it’s always him. damn i sound like y/n thoughts but istg it’s true From SM Rookies to NCT Life to MV behinds, he’s the one. But I’ve also come to realize that I find myself most relatable to him as a person and I think that’s why no one else can trump him wow narcissist much jewel It’s kind of just my gut feeling. It also helps that hes the fluffiest tall, muscular tight booty hottie on the planet. See this black on black dance practice for further scientific explanation even in this jaehyun trying to wreck me so badddddd
Not gonna lie, I HAD IT BAD FOR MARK LEE still do and yet Johnny overcame that. If mark lee were my first love, johnny is my soulmate.
UPDATE! 
Lee Jeno has officially been added to the ult list. *See the entirety of my april activity on my sns accounts if you would like to see how this happened haha :)
NCT U  
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im in love with him bc he literally reminds me of my boyfriend -- i like chill guys ok
Taeil is my little teddy bear who looks great in red hair and has a voice form heaven. Evidence? Here you go. He didn’t stand out to me much in the beginning because I was either deaf or blind but after Chain, the game was OVER. +moon taeil in shorts?? serve them thighs honey. Love you bebe tomato <3
BUT Doyoung is the #1 bias wrecker here because have you seen his cover of beautiful on masked singer?? have you?? if not, let me educate you. Also his collab with Sejeong?? Literally the cutest MV ever, perfect for Christmas, listened to it every year since it’s release.
Listen to Coming Home - NCT U for further scientific evidence that NCT has top vocals in the kpop industry.
NCT 127
THE Jung Jaehyun. For reasons that need no explanation. but ill give it anyway smh
After watching the performance of herin and jaehyun singing a whole new world I knew that was it for me. (I still watch it once a month for my jaehyun-related health and to honor SM’s biggest loss, seo herin and ji hansol but thats for another conversation) back to jaehyun His vocals are unique in NCT and bring a nice color to their songs, the man looks good in literally anything, and I’ll probably say this about every member, but I love his dance style--body rolls for days sis. Definitely my ideal type, which my boyfriend is 100% aware of; no secrets in my relationship ofc which explains the wreckage. Pretty sure 81% of the fandom gets wrecked by him daily, so I think I’ll stop here. 
NCT Dream 
Renjun.  why? i just think he’s neat but no really, it was this performance (ok actually this got me ALL SORTS OF WRECKED) and this fancam that had me falling in love with him but were gonna ignore the fact that I get bias wrecked DAILY by all the other members  GOd-tier vocals, personality for daysssssss, variety KING HUANG RENJUN. Safe to claim that I go into renjun feels about 3x a week. Check my twitter for proof. +dnyl renjun was a blessing and I sometimes cant believe that it actually happened. How do I explain?? He’s literally the best boy, but when he gets all worked up....let’s stop there before I have to go to confession again.
But for fun, lets list why I have biased every dream member at some point shall we? (in no particular order) Dream might just be my ult group, songs always bop, members at star quality 
mark- yes i am including mark bc he was the reason i even started stanning dream dreamies leader since mmc days, mentor, A1 rap skills, ad libs go crazy, unparalleled dancing style, hardest worker, cutest watermelon advocate ever, all around amazing person can you tell he used to be my ult? + he’s a good christian boy and my catholic *ss has to confess my sins for being a simp for him 24/7
chenle- vocal GOD, most steady live vocals in kpop, laugh to die for
jeno- i cannot resist his eye smile i wanna cuddle and onstage charisma-2:54 “let’s goooooo” and i alskfdfjlkdldkfa. 
jaemin- “other than my members, i don’t have any friends” and yet he’s literally the most caring and wonderful little puff in existence fight me pls dont im a pacifist 
heachan- idk why but donghyukie feels like he could be my best friend and also cant stop staring at him in their dance practices his body proportions are unreal and his vocal ad libs?? don’t even get me STARTED on heachans vocals
jisung- he is my son, but also my son’s vocals?? MWAH that voice got me second guessing if he’s really my son 
WayV 
Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul another member where it kinda just....happened? In the end I was like “damn, when did you sneaky bugger get in my heart?” He’s got a similar vibe as Johnny AND DO NOT COME FOR MY THROAT FOR SAYING THAT THATS MY OPINION Like Johnny, I see myself in Ten. There are so many reasons why I love Ten, so I’ll make it simple and provide them to you. 
Reason 1 - Performance/dance  he just hit different, he’s THAT good. Reason 2 - vocals the amount his vocals has improved?? UNMATCHED. Reason 3 - INTELLECTUAL (still trying to find the clip of him talking about different kinds of love) Reason 4 - multi-lingual KING ok so this vid is him struggling in mandarin, but imagine, you speak thai and english and learn korean to debut and all of a sudden your agency says “ok learn chinese now.” MANDARIN IS ONE OF THE HARDEST LANGUAGES TO LEARN. Reason 5 - bad b*tch he just radiates bad bitxh energy in everything he does, and I appreciate a bad bitxh
BUT I love wayv’s chaotic energy and chemistry so much that I literally love them all dreamies watch out 
+special shoutout to xiaojuns vocals in Love Talk
+kun being a dimpled zaddy (jaehyun&kun type CONFIRMED)
+lucas holding binoculars like THAT @ 1:10
+yangx2 doing THIS (prepare to be blown away)
+hendery being a the best teacher 
+winwin BEING WINWIN THE DANCE GOD 
+winwin AGAIN and with Ten here i don’t even think i have to say that i tweeted about this everyday for a month and im still not over it. This specific dance really allowed winwin to shine even though ten is my bias. It really allowed others to see the fruit of his classical training even in modern dance which he never trained in. Not gonna be repetitive and SCREAM  say that he’s underrated, because we all know that already. Just show winwin some love, ok? thank you.
And so finally, we’ve reached the end. Phew, this took me almost 5 hours to put together because I definitely got carried away. For those who made it all the way to the end, thank you, I love you. It’s so messy and I don’t have the mental capacity to do anymore editing but I hope you got something from this massive post <3 Feel free to let me know what you think! xoxo, jewel
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mudsdale-fr · 6 years
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when they met, pt 1
How the hell do you run out of antidotes? That was a noobie mistake made by wet-nosed kids pawing through the brush looking for weedles. Certainly not seasoned veterans like himself with over a decade of experience under his belt. He was supposed to set the example that trainers were always prepared for whatever they came across. These things just don’t happen.
The poisoned bagon in his arms was an eye opening testament to how wrong that statement was. He’d been training in the woods with her, helping her refine her newly learned Dragon Breath attack against Tyranitar. They were making some great progress when a stray attack upset a nest a Venipede beneath the underbrush. Though Tyranitar was able to make quick work of the swarm, the onslaught of poison stings was enough to render Bagon seriously ill.
Seriously, how could he run out of  antidotes?
He drew her into her ball despite wanting to offer the comfort of being carried in his arms. She was still young after all and loved to be held. But he needed to travel fast, and the strain would only worsen her condition. He wasn’t far from a small town thankfully, and he counted himself even more fortunate that it was big enough to house a Center. He could run and be there in about fifteen minutes.
He made it in twelve, though his lungs felt white hot and quite ready to vacate his chest. The attendant at the front desk jolted in her chair when he solidly collided with the counter, nearly knocking down the man she was waiting on.
“Sorry,” he panted, doubling over to catch his breath, “didn’t see you there. Just..” he waved vaguely, “don’t mind me.”
The man grimaced in his general direction before finishing his paperwork and sliding a single pokeball towards the girl without saying anything. Fucking prick, he thought to himself. I said sorry, least you could do is acknowledge me.
Of course when the man was leaving the counter to go sit in the waiting area Ivory spotted a long white cane being tapped along the floor and oh nooooo.
Holy shit I’m the prick.
“Sir?” the attendant called, snapping him out of his stun lock. He blinked, realizing he’d been staring at the man. “Uh, sorry. “
“How may I help you?” she asked, her voice high and chipper. He thrust bagon’s pokeball on the desk.  “I um. Ran into a bit of trouble in the woods while training my Bagon and she’s poisoned. I…. didn’t realize I was out of antidotes. I’m sorry, I don’t usually do that.” he supplied lamely, not sure why he was apologizing to her of all people. But he was well and truly ashamed, so it felt right.
“That’s alright sir, it happens to the best of us,” she responded without so much as a twitch. “You said she was poisoned?”
“Yes. By Venipede.” she nodded and clacked away at her computer.
“Well not to worry, this is easy to fix. This is Scolipede’s breeding season, so these types of things happen fairly often around this time of year. I’ve entered in your pokemon’s information, so just leave your trainer identification as well as your Bagon and have a seat in the waiting room. She’ll be fixed in a jiffy.”
He relaxed, allowing an easy smile to show as he dug in his wallet for the identification. That was a relief. He slid her his card and thanked her before walking away towards the food court, fully intent on buying thirty antidotes and the biggest sandwich available. Two if necessary.
Having obtained his sandwich (as well as some chips, a few lava cookies and a soda or two) he made himself comfortable in a booth by a window. He was a few bites in however when he noticed the man. That man from before. He was few booths away, munching on something from a brown paper bag (likely something he brought himself) with one hand skating over the pages of a book. Ivory stared, because now that he was really looking at the guy he saw the the man was…. fairly attractive. Okay, very attractive. Hot even.
He was wearing sunglasses so Ivory couldn’t see much of his face other than full lips nestled in a full, neatly trimmed beard. His mind began to wander, contemplating what it would feel like to have that tickling against his skin….
Or that hair, that sloppy mop of hair that looked so soft and oh so grabbable.
Don’t even get him started on the frame of the man. There was just…. So much of it. A solid wall of muscle with arms attached that frankly made Ivory’s knees weak.
He was on his feet and walking over before his higher brain function could even think to protest. It was so slow in fact that by the time it caught up, he was standing dumb at the blind man’s table.
Great job genius now what?
Ivory cleared his throat, causing the man to cant his head in his direction. “Uh…. hi.” Nailed it.
He waved but still didn’t speak. Ivory shook it off. “May I sit here?” he asked, pointing to the booth opposite the man as if he could actually see it. He waved at it dismissively in what he hoped was an affirmation.
“Thanks, and hey, sorry for almost running you down earlier. Was in a hurry, wasn’t looking where I was going.”
To that, the man’s lips quirked as he reached into his pockets and retrieved an old style phone. He typed out a quick message before showing it to him.
(That’s alright, I never do either.)
“Hey, that’s great of you to be so cool and-” he paused when it suddenly clicked. “Oh.”
The man grinned, his shoulders shuddering in near soundless peals of laughter. Ivory found himself flushing. He opened his mouth to retort but he was already typing.
(What can I do for you?)
His lack of talking must be a medical thing. “Oh uh honestly I didn’t really have a set plan when I came to your table,” Which is true, he didn’t. “It’s just I saw you were sitting alone and you’re really cute” It just came tumbling from his mouth. Too late, there’s no taking it back, just roll with it. “So I figured I should…. Say hi.”
The man’s mouth twitched before fingers fired out a rapid (You think I’m cute?)
“Yes,” he cleared his throat, emboldened by the lack of rejection. “ and I was hoping that we could get a drink or something after this.”
The man straightened,  stroking his upper lip thoughtfully. Ivory licked his own lips, watching the action with rapt attention. His dick gave a quisitive twitch.
(Ok.)
“Really?” he blurted. That was way easier than he expected. “That’s great, where do you want to go? I don’t know this area that well but-” The phone was shoved in his face.
(I’d much rather skip straight to the sex. You got a room?)
Ivory’s thought process went to a screeching halt. He just..! Out there!  “Yeah, about a block from here. “ he managed, pointing lamely.The phone was shown to him again.
(Then my name is Ophrys.)
“Ivory.” The word left his lips like a breeze, heat boiling up through his body.
(Hold out your hands) He had his own hand outstretched, beckoning. Ivory obeyed, placing his left in Ophrys’s right. With surprising gentleness, his long fingers stroked the skin, almost massaging it. Ophrys’s brow furrowed as he carefully noted each knuckle, wrinkle and muscle in that hand. Ivory’s eyes fell closed as he traced  up his fingers, an innocent act made dirty by the thoughts in his mind and the growing tension in the air. He wanted to kiss him, it would be so easy. Just lean forward and-
“Ophrys, your pokemon is ready now. Please pick it up at the discharge bay.”
A joint sigh came from the both of them as they were snapped back to reality. Orphrys began to gather his things into his satchel while Ivory gathered his trash. After dumping it into the receptacle he fell into step behind the other man, indulging himself the view of the tight ass before him. Luck seemed to be on his side though, as his own name was called as Ophrys was signing his pokemon out.
He was acutely aware of the other man as he filled out Bagon’s release form. Aware of the way he licked his lips, aware the the fingers restlessly drumming against his jeaned thigh.  I know man, me too.
“Okay,” he forced out, his voice uneven. “You got everything? You ready?”
Ophrys nodded and held up his phone.
(Lead the way.)
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Premature Evaluation: Shortest Trip to Earth
Untimely Analysis is the weekly column during which we discover the wilds of early entry. This week, Fraser has been forged adrift in house in roguelike spaceship sim, Shortest Journey to Earth. Anticipate alien rats, explosions and… respecting the setting.
Developer: Interactive Destiny Writer: Iceberg Interactive
Launch: Out now! On: Home windows From: Steam and Humble For: £15.49, $19.99, €16.79
Rats reduce my first stellar journey brief. On nautical voyages, they used to unfold illness and eat provides that have been wanted for the lengthy, lengthy journey. Up right here, in house, they’re a ache within the arse for very completely different, however much more troublesome, causes. The rats have solid an empire, you see; an empire constructed on strict hierarchies, xenophobia and robbing travellers. In addition they blew up my lovely ship.
Like FTL and Out There, Shortest Journey to Earth is a cosmic roguelike that duties captains with flying by hostile house, system by system, till the crew reaches security, on this case, Earth. In between, chaos reigns, with random ship encounters, malfunctions and worlds throwing their total nuclear arsenal at you. Whenever you ship some crew all the way down to a planet on an expedition, you by no means know what they’re going to uncover; perhaps it’s simply assets, however it may additionally be a colony of worm monsters with ravenous appetites.
My crew was made up of six people, one cat and one drone. The ship (considered one of two out there at the beginning, with extra that may be unlocked), which seems an terrible lot like FTL’s Kestrel, begins out with the fundamentals: a mixture of missile launchers and laser turrets, an engine, a warp drive, a number of reactors, shields, sensors and loads of storage. The fundamentals, it seems, embody rather a lot. Initially of the journey, I upgraded a couple of parts and picked up some additional assets, spending perk factors and a few money. It was largely at random, not realizing what to anticipate on the market.
It’s lots to soak up, at first look. And the subsequent 100 glances. The fast however useful tutorial is welcome, however The Shortest Journey to Earth is densely packed and never the form of factor you may get a really feel for on a take a look at run or by studying the pretty complete encyclopedia. Some expertise with different space-faring roguelikes will definitely make these early moments go down a lot smoother, however on high of the acquainted are plenty of different layers that may inevitably throw you a curveball. However that’s OK! There’s nothing like an surprising catastrophe to get the blood pumping.
The primary system the ship jumped to was, I used to be shocked to seek out, extraordinarily chill. We mined a gasoline big and nabbed some additional gasoline, we extracted assets from a forest world whereas taking care to not destabilise the ecosystem and we discovered an insectoid dealer who gave us an excellent deal on some meals, together with a barrel of blood. Who doesn’t desire a barrel of blood? Other than a minor collision with an asteroid, it was a particularly light introduction to house exploration.
Planets and anomalies scanned and visited, we took off for the subsequent system. Every sector incorporates a number of stars, related by way of warp paths. The aim is to get to the ultimate star system after which journey by an historical gateway to the subsequent sector, however the path isn’t linear. You would possibly need to go to each star, and all of the planets spinning round them, buying and selling, preventing, mining and usually making an attempt to bleed every system dry earlier than shifting on. That will increase your probabilities of getting wealthy in each assets and fancy ship parts, however it additionally makes it much more doubtless that you simply’ll run out of meals or gasoline, or simply get blown up by some pirates.
You may dawdle in a system or sector for so long as you need. As an alternative of being pushed, you’re being pulled, ever so barely, to the gateway, however by yourself timeframe. There’s a lot extra room for exploration, then, when in comparison with FTL, and every procedurally generated galaxy is bursting with tales. You by no means fairly know the place they’re going to steer.
Within the second system, we encountered an industrial civilisation that warned us to depart them alone. We didn’t. I commanded the crew to fireside off some drones to spy on our new associates, not anticipating the pre-spaceflight thickos to note. They completely did discover, nevertheless, and so they reacted poorly. They launched all of their nukes at us, one tiny spaceship, however being lots slower than a ship that may journey at faster-than-light speeds, they shouldn’t have been a risk. Sadly, I used to be nonetheless feeling cocky, so I made a decision it might be an excellent concept to try to catch some nukes. Why not, proper? It labored! Kinda. Those we didn’t catch managed to hit us, doing fairly a bit of harm to each ship and crew.
Even when the choices are binary – and so they often aren’t – like selecting to tear assets out of a world with out defending the indigenous natural world or cautiously taking solely what you want, they will have lingering results or kick-start one other spherical of vital choice making. You would possibly simply see a couple of bins of temporary however well-written, playful textual content, however there are all these paths not taken, hidden from view. I’ve come throughout related planets to the one above since that unlucky assembly, however the end result has been completely different every time, not simply because I picked completely different choices, however as a result of the RNG additionally labored its fickle magic to conjure up a brand new anecdote.
I promised rats however have but to ship, so let’s discuss rodents. My first encounter with the Rat Empire was a shakedown. I used to be flying by their territory, apparently, and needed to pay the toll. They accepted xenodata, the galaxy’s fundamental foreign money, and exotics, a rarer foreign money that that’s particularly helpful for those who anticipate bribing loads of folks. I went for choice three: blow them up.
Battles can contain greater than two ships, however this time I simply needed to fear about one piddly little vessel, lower than half the dimensions of my very own. They play out in real-time however with a number of pace settings and, thank god, a pause button. The bridge can management all the pieces, however placing crew on shields and weapons makes them more practical, so everybody on my ship was working exhausting because the rat lasers prodded and probed. My very own lasers have been weakening their shields, however I wished to flex my muscle groups a bit. Missiles can bypass shields, so long as they don’t get shot down earlier than hitting their goal. Sadly for the rats, my missile made it by, setting hearth to the bridge and killing their dastardly captain.
Broadly, fight is lots like FTL’s. It’s essential fear about powering the weapons, they’ve all received cooldowns, so the aim is to disable vital parts like shields and engines, and regardless of the fights being real-time, there are positively some turn-based sensibilities. Dig down one other layer, nevertheless, and the variations turn out to be extra obvious. Regardless of the moniker of spaceship simulator, Subset Video games’ sensible roguelike usually took an RPG method to development, however as an alternative of expertise, there was scrap that might be spent on upgrading techniques just like the shields or the reactor. In Shortest Journey to Earth, for those who want extra energy, you purchase a greater reactor. Or simply plonk one other reactor right into a spare slot. Ships are extra modular, and there’s much more house to boost them. It nonetheless gained’t be sufficient house, after all; greater than as soon as I discovered myself having to decide on between two equally worthy weapons.
The victory made me bolder, flying by asteroid belts, risking an empty to tank to hunt for house mysteries, sending my crew out on probably perilous missions. So after we lastly floated as much as the gateway to the subsequent sector, I didn’t even think about paying off the rodent guards barring my ship’s manner. It was a mistake.
I regretted my boldness instantly. This Rat Empire ship was a beast, bristling with missile launchers, lasers and level defence turrets. My lasers impotently needled their protect, whereas my few remaining missiles have been neutralised earlier than they even received shut. I began to panic, and that’s when the boarding social gathering appeared. Lasergun-toting rats skittered by my ship’s corridors, however placing up a combat additionally meant taking my crew off the weapons. They are often managed remotely from the bridge, which might have been nice if the one member of the crew on the bridge wasn’t useless. It was proper then that I remembered I may customise my crew’s loadouts, making them more practical in fight. Oh properly! You reside and be taught. Effectively, you be taught.
The ship was burning, its mangled insides have been uncovered to house and the final member of the crew was placing up a valiant final stand, together with the ship’s mascot, our kitty. Does the RSPCA have something to say about bringing cats on lengthy house voyages by hostile alien territory? It must stay a thriller. Seconds later an explosion ripped the ship aside, the detritus briefly swallowed up by a blinding flash. It was over.
My first journey might have ended abruptly and with hearth and loss of life, however Shortest Journey to Earth is a uncommon roguelike that doesn’t really feel endlessly adversarial. There are many methods to keep away from battle, and I’ve spent significantly extra time having a nosey round alien planets than entering into fights, even once I was making an attempt to explode each rat I got here throughout. The roguelike parts aren’t ancillary, although. The specter of being caught in house with a ravenous crew and empty gasoline tanks looms over each journey, and the inevitability of loss of life is clearly a boon for a sport that has so many alternative tales to inform.
I’ve but to get by all 5 sectors – I’m a horrible captain – however I’m greater than content material to muddle by at my very own rambling tempo. There are many planets to discover, aliens who aren’t rats to fulfill, and do I actually need to return to Earth? It’s terrible! There are one other 5 sectors in improvement, anyway, so Earth should wait, regardless. It’s actually not half a sport, nevertheless, and probably the most notable indicator that it’s in early entry isn’t some large hole in its techniques, it’s the garbage UI, or extra particularly, the garbage system map.
The interface is unobtrusive, more often than not. It’s all hidden away and squashed on the peripheries of the display, all tiny numbers and icons. And it’s not like the sport makes use of all of this additional actual property. The ship display is busy, certain, however whenever you’re flying by house, it’s largely simply an empty void, peppered with the occasional and likewise very tiny planet or ship. It’s wonderful that something attention-grabbing occurs in these empty stellar maps.
Fascinating issues occur on a regular basis, although. One thing’s been consuming at me on my present journey. We stopped at a planet stuffed with contemplative students who have been prepared to be interrupted from their contemplations for just one go to, throughout which they provided us considered one of two presents: supplies or data. No strings. We have been operating low on provides, our bellies have been empty and there have been extra holes within the ship than appeared secure; I needed to choose the previous. And so they weren’t mendacity. They gave us plenty of assets and doubtless saved the entire ship. However once I answered, they have been smug, and so they boasted that they knew what I used to be going to select. That ruffled my feathers, however I’m additionally questioning concerning the door I didn’t open.
I’m really trying ahead to beginning once more.
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currently Prince mostly exists as concept art and half finished 3d models >> so this is all i really have for him. on the images front
the following is an excerpt from a no longer canon/ old draft that gets his vibes across fairly well:
Lowell rounded the corner, and saw nothing in the dark alley way beyond.
No masked man, no trash cans, or crates, just a bare alley. That in of itself was suspicious. Why would the alley have been cleared out like this? Lowell's hand strayed to grip of his pistol, his blood was thundering in his ears as the sounds of the nearly empty street behind him melded with the soft grited sound of his footsteps.
A shape stepped from the darkness as a light turned on, back lighting them and blinding Lowell. The prince giggled as he stepped forward, but the sound was wrong, the footsteps were coming from behind him, not in front of him.
He turned, drawing his gun in the instant it took him to react.
Lowell sucked in a breath as he saw the barrel of his weapon land less than an inch from the smooth plastic of The Prince's mask. Lowell's hand shook, as the prince bowed his head to lightly tap the front of his mask against the barrel.
The light bonk of metal on plastic would have been comedic if not for the dread running through Lowell's veins.
"Hello, Cailean Lowell," his voice was softer than Lowell had expected it to be, and he pronounced Lowell's name correctly without having to be coached, "It's nice to meet you finally, I heard you've been looking for me?"
Lowell lowers his gun. His finger had been on the trigger, one twitch and he would have been no better than his coworkers.
He speaks without thinking, "Are you The Prince, or is your name just Prince?" he momentarily considers turning the gun on himself.
The masked man cocks his head, the huff that rattles through the modulator sounds just slightly amused, "It's just Prince, i don't know where the 'The' came from, but it felt to late to start correcting people,"
Lowell nodded lamely. He had a few scripts he used when speaking to new people. Rules of engagement and guides to keep him from looking as socially incompetent as he often was. He had absolutely no idea to which to use with Prince.
"Hm, does the cat have your tongue Hound Dog? If its if your earlier remark was not what you wanted it to be. just know that it's going to be nice to work with someone who actually knows my name," he put his hands in the pokets of his jacket and rocked back on the edge of his heels, looking as at peace and confident as could be,
"Sorry, I'm just not exactly sure what to do in this sort of situation," he finally thought to reholster his weapon, and did so hurriedly and awkwardly.
"Well then just let me be your guide. Let's start over, ok?" he stuck out his hand "It's nice to meet you Detective, I'm Prince,"
Cailean smiled nervously as he took the smaller hand in his, shaking it as he said "Hello, I'm Cailean Lowell, its… This has been a long time coming hasn't it?"
Prince huffs again as he takes his hand back, Lowell can tell it's almost an laugh. He wonders why Prince doesn't laugh fully.
"It has been, Now come inside we have a lot to talk about,"
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La Lunch was usually a very hipster establishment, with reclaimed wood nailed artfully to the wallsvand those uncomfortable metal chairs, edison bulbs on low hanging cords, Lowell actually appreciated those, on cold winter mornings the heat they emitted was a godsend.
But, that's not what La Lunch was today.
All but one table had been pushed along the walls with their chairs stacked neatly on top of them. Rich red and gold fabric was draped artfully over the legs of the chairs, making them look something between a palace decoration and a circus tent.
the sole table with two chairs in the center had small battery operated tea lights scattered across the center with two place settings.
Lowell marveled for a moment at the set up, and everything else about this encounter so far, it was all so… Funny. Like a joke or a harmless prank was playing out around him, and not like he was sitting down with a man wanted in connection to multiple murders, disappearances, and robberies. His nerves were prickling at the back of his mind but he was still comfortable in this situation.
He took his seat as Prince disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. When he returned a moment later he was carrying a plate with a slightly burnt steak and some undercooked veggies.
"I have never once claimed cooking as a strong suit, but i hope this will do," he chirps as he sets it down in front of Lowell,
Lowell bit his tongue before he could offer to tutor him, "Why are you doing this?" He reminded himself to be suspicious, Prince worked on misdirection and and subtle tricks, Lowell absolutely should not trust any food he made
"You know what they say," Prince sighed as he took his seat across from Lowell, "The fastest way to a mans heart is between the fourth and fifth rib, but a close second is through the stomach," he gestured with one hand as he leaned his chin on the palm of the other.
"Ah," Lowell regarded him cautiously, he had to pick his next words carefully, "Should i take that to mean you wont be letting me leave alive?"
Prince froze, "Yeah, i worded that badly. You can leave at any point, and i promise the food isn't intentionally poisoned. I don't intend to hurt you,"
"Intentionally poisoned?"
"Like i said, I'm not a good cook," he huffed that non laugh.
Lowell couldnt help but smile a little. Maybe it was Prince's small size that just made him cute? Or was it the way he over emphasized all his motions to make his body language reflect what a facial expression normally would? The soft voice and easy charm probably played a part in it.
"Prince, why did you ask me hear? You know im looking to arrest you, right?" He hesitated for a second before pulling his handcuffs from his pocket and setting them on the table,
Prince froze as soon as the cuffs came into view, he turned stiff and his tone carried barely contained nerves, a near 180 from a moment ago. "Yes, but you haven't yet. And i know i intrigue you," he took a moment to force himself to take a breath, Lowell hadnt been prone to panic attacks in many years but he still recognized the symptoms, "I can help you, and I think we could work well together,"
Lowell had never heard of Prince having such dramatic reactions, or even having any fears. he briefly considered putting the cuffs away, but he needed to know more, and it seemed they gave him a modicum of power in this situation, "What could you need from me?" he tried to pretend he didn't notice the change
"Smart muscle," he replied his voice back to being that cool neutral but his posture still tense and nervous, "You were very close to finding me on your own, not many could say that detective. I would like that sort of analytic mind on my side." he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, still trying to present calm confidence, "And you're big."
"Should I take offense to that?" Lowell cracks a smile, guilt is starting to eat at him, Prince hadn't flinched at a gun in his face but a pair of handcuffs has him this scared. What was going on in his head? Why was it the cuffs that got him?
"No, Its actually a very nice trait. A few of my… roudier clients have started to key into the fact that I'm not very big, and i make a point of being unarmed." he cocks his head "I don't particularly like it when people try to push me around. Having a fellow your size at my back would probably get them to settle down,"
Lowell nods, he isn't really considering it is he? Is it the guilt? "I… will consider it." Prince perks up a little, "But, I want answers first."
Prince slowly taps one of his claws against his mask's chin, Lowell had wondered what they were made of but the sharp metallic sound answered his question, "how about this? you can ask me as many questions as you like, and while I may not answer all of them, i will always tell you the truth when i do. Does that work?"
"Only if you give me a reason for not answering."
"Fine, i will not be specific if i dont want to," he holds out his hand, "Deal?"
Lowell shakes it with a nod. "Why are you scared of handcuffs?" its a quick and easy question to start off with.
"You'll most likely be finding out latter tonight whether i want you to or not, until then I'm passing on this one, i dont want to get into it right now," he settles back into his seat, "But, now that youve told me you know i dont like them. Put them away." his tone turned sharp enough to nick Lowell's confidence.
"Of course, sorry," he quickly shooves them back in his pocket, "Sorry, What do you mean ill be finding out later tonight?"
"This is an interview, and before anything becomes official id like to take you on a little practical test."
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