#the bunnies came out with some birthmarks

[sukinapan]

they live together in their lil house

#the bunnies came out with some birthmarks #ceramics #my art #my 2nd time doing ceramics i love it sm

[todomemolesta18]

I have my frustration with fandom who just called any character of colour parent abusive. When i check it out the character wasn't abusive at all. Boondocks this show is taking peespective from black people living in suburb neighborhood with predominently white people. One of the character uncle ruckus he claim he is white even though he is black and dark skin. He claim he have revitiligo so he have darker skin. There's an episode center around him so it's revealed he's backstory. So he's mother bunny ruckus told him that he was abandon by he's birth parent, so the mother took him in and raise him. He's a white baby who being abandon because he have birthmark that is very dark so the doctor believe the child wille be turn into a black person. So the mother suffer in abusive relationship with her husband mr ruckus he often verbally abuse her, he admit the reason he settle for her even thought he's mother doesn't approve he need someone to be a maid. He insulted her from personality cooking apperance even mocking about how she think she can blue eyes. Often uncle ruckus is being abused psyhically & verbally by mr ruckus, the mother always came try to protect and help him. Uncle ruckus stated he love her like she's almost white, the mother make sure he remember he's white history. One day mr ruckus mother came to live with them she is very miserable she verbally abuse her own son, mr ruckus decided to kick out uncle ruckus. So uncle ruckus have to fend himself, back to present he reunited with he's family again to see nelly ruckus he's grandmother dead; she make promises she will dead in a cozy chair. Bunny is so happy she reunited with all of her children she talk happily how both of her son is succesful and married or dated a white woman. Mr ruckus often get mistreated by white people so he really hate any conversation about praising white people. He ask uncle what did he accomplish but bunny interrupt him she proud uncle live in white neighborhood and work hard, he insulted how he's lazy and is not succesful as he's other sibling. He's other sibling intervene. Mr ruckus reveal the truth he was never adopted he tell him why he resent uncle; he have to fend off another child. Uncle ruckus crying he feel like he's more of anak pungut(adopted child in indonesia) he's friend grandad comforted him saying he's father do that in order to get under he's skin

After nelly being found dead. They buried her mr ruckus keep verbally insulting uncle. So he stand up to himself before mr can do anything he back hurting then fall to he's dead. Uncle doesn't feel anything, bunny is happy she can be reunited with her white lover. People found it twisted bunny is happy at the death of her hsuband and she teaching something very harmful to her children. I get that what she taught is hsrmful but that does not in anyway to indicate she deserve the abuse she went through, she's been the one who help and comforted uncle. Often in abusive enviroment they force to be complicit the by stander is either refuse to acknowledge and active participant, or the bystander who want to help can't do anything because they will be the next target. Bunny is the bystander who take action to help the victim by doing the best she could. For some weird reason people calling her abusive psychologically only for teaching something harmful if she actually psychologically abusive she would also insulted uncle in everything but she doesn't so how does that make sense? Mr ruckus if he really hate bunny for always praising white people then why you settle for her, you actually can married to another woman but you choose her

This was confusing, but I think I understood something. So, yeah, you are right.

#ask #the boondocks

[littleladylav]

*The girl would continue to cry, as the angry mother practically drags her away. Samatha always hated her name- it just didn’t seem right for her. It didn’t click with her like some other children’s names would. She would go by Sam, her close friends calling her Mocha, chosen from her birthmark, a splatter on her right cheek, looking like a coffee spill. Elementary school felt like a breeze to her, the subject matter easy, and the days short. She always had found herself finishing work early, doodling on the side of her paper. She would never look at what she was doodling, just letting her hand take the wheel. It always ended up being the same thing- that blue bunny she saw. It was always in the back of her mind, questions would spin around- was that bunny real? Was it a bunny? Are eggos good for you? By the time middle school finally came around, she had worked up the courage to ask her mother something. Something she had been waiting to ask for a while now. Sam had entered the living room, coughing, as the room was filled with smoke. This was nothing new to Sam- her mother did it all the time. “Hey.. mom? Can I get a pet..?” Her next words were rushed, not giving her mother enough time to respond. “Nothing big! Just a bunny..! I promise I’ll feed it every day, and clean its cage, too! You won’t even have to worry about it! Pleeeeease..?” She waited for the answer. What felt like forever had passed before she finally spoke up. “You promise to take good care of it?” She lets out a sigh. “We can go to petsmart on the weekend. Not like I have anything better to do.” She had gone straight back to her phone, typing aggressively, doing who knows what. The week, feeling like the longest week she’d ever had, finally passed, and the day had finally arrived. She barely slept a wink, coming up with possible names for the bunny. She was up and out of bed at six in the morning, calling her friend to tell them the news. “RAZ! ITS TODAY, RAZ!” Raz had been her friend since the third grade, their family moving west after fifth. Thankfully, she had been able to track him down via discord, the username he had told her finally being in use. She shouted into her phone, as the boy on the other side rubbed his eyes. “Come on, Mocha, it’s five in the morning.. but you better send me pictures of it.” She eagerly responded. “You know it!” Five long hours later, and her mother was up. Sam didn’t miss a beat, grabbing her mother’s hand and running out to the car. “Come on come on! They just opened!” One car ride later, with a stop to Starbucks, led them to their destination- PetSmart. Sam rushed inside, waiting by the entrance for her mother, staring at the different pets all around- snakes, puppies, cats- even mice! But there was only one thing she was focused on- the bunnies. As soon as her mom went through the automatic doors, she grabbed her hand and bolted to the bunnies, her mother almost spilling her coffee.*

(I was bored :3 I hope you like it!! More soon, perhaps?)

-Sam’s story

*Good luck for Sam and getting the bunny 🙏*

#AWWWW 😭😭

[chxseungyoun]

kim yohan 《 7 Minute Halloween ♡

pairing: yohan x reader

genre: soulmate au!

Hi! It has been a while since I last wrote anything here so please do take note that I am a bit rusty now hehe

It was that time of the year again. Different kinds of eerie yet toony looking decorations were hanging from one house to another. It truly feels like Halloween already.

Yet, you were not that excited for it. Sure, you enjoyed horror films and seeing people in costumes but that you all preferred from the safety of your bedroom. You were an introvert and you were proud of it. However, some people pointed out that that is the exact reason for why you are unfortunate.

Unfortunate enough to not find your soulmate.

You see in your circle of friends, which is just about four of you, only you have not met your soulmate. It's not like it was a drag or anything because you didn't really care for romances but your friends would always complain about not getting to go out on group dates with you...because you didn't have one.

So they decided to drag you out to one of the biggest halloween parties held by these group of 'Kingkas' called X1. They always celebrate Halloween before its exact date because they wanted to be different from others.

Just like any other halloween party, it was required to come in costume. As if having to stay in a crowded room with alcohol intoxicated people weren't enough, you had to be in a costume as it happens.

Luckily, you had your best friend, Junho, to help you with your costume. Junho is similar to you. He's quiet, a little reserved and not really for the bursting music of parties. However, he seens to have opened up a bit upon meeting his soulmate.

"What was it like..?" You suddenly asked while he scanned through the different accessories in the costume shop.

"What was what like?" He asked back as he tried a black cape on.

"Meeting..her. How did you know that she was your soulmate?"

"Well, it was easy...we had the same birthmark on our nape." He smiles softly as he turns around to show you.

You have always known of that birthmark but now that he found his soulmate, it turned into different tones of blue. Blue was his soulmate's favorite color.

"I get what Wooseok hyung and the rest are getting at with finding your soulmate. It would be fun to have you around in those group dates too, you know?" he smiles as he nudged your shoulder.

"I just don't understand the point of having a soulmate.." you mumbled and he gave you a simple smile.

"You will when the time comes."

"If it comes." you rolled your eyes as Junho watch you head into the other aisle.

Junho always worried for you but he knew that there are some topics that he cannot help you with.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

The night came for the part and you stared at yourself as you work the bright orange dress with a matching orange beret with a green ribbon on it. You were not sure if you were an orange or a carrot but Junho insisted you looked more like a carrot so a carrot you are.

"I look stupid." you mumbled as you greeted the rest of your friends.

"You look fantastic!" Soojin, one of your other friends smiles as she held your hand, her other hand locked in the hands of her soulmate, Sejin.

"She looks a pumpkin." Wooseok glanced at Junho. "I knew I should have been the one to accompany her."

"I think she looks great. Come on." Junho smiled at you.

"Whatever." You said with a sigh.

As you made your way to the party, you cannot help but watch the three couples in front of you seem all lovey dovey. Junho found his soulmate through a birthmark. Wooseok found his soulmate through a vibrant red string, or so he claims to be the only one to see it. Soojin and Sejin who just happened to grow up together--school and everything, so they basically knew.

They all looked happy, contented, and excited. All the things you weren't but you didn't want to ruin the night with them. It has been a while since you did hangout after all.

You tried to smile. You can do this. Just one night. One lowkey night with your friends and you'll be alright.

The seven of you stood in front of the tall, silver gates with music booming from inside. As soon as you were welcomed by the host, Seungyoun, you friends and their respective soulmates dispersed like bubble.

"Great." You said through your teeth. "Guess it's off to the corner." You said as you tried to find the least crowded place in the room.

Before you could do so, you were pulled by a familiar face, Son Dongpyo. "Noona!" he chimed happily as he saw you.

"Oh hi, Dongpyo." you gave him a low wave. "What's up?"

"Noona, they're calling the adults. Come and play!" he didn't actually ask you, it was more of him pulling you towards a circle of people who were picking objects from inside a box.

"Hey! Hey! I don't wanna play. Whatever it is..." You turned to look at Dongpyo but he was suddenly out of sight.

"Oh hey y/n! Come and pick your fate!" Seungyoun smiled as he offered you the box with only a single item left.

You knew there was no escaping this, so you dug in and pulled out...a carrot.

You looked up at Seungyoun and he just gestured you towards one of the rooms. "Your partner is there. Have fun!"

"Hey Seungyoun..." you called out before he could head back to his guests.

"Yes?"

"What..what game is this..?"

"Seven minutes in heaven!" He winked at you before heading back to the crowd.

Seven Minutes of Heaven. That dreaded game where you get stuck in a room with a complete stranger and you have to survive the awkwardness.

Wouldn't this be the cue for you to leave? You wondered whether it would be a blessing if you ditched whoever owned the carrot you were holding.

But then it hit you. Isn't it strange that of all the things that were left for you, it just happened to be your costume? Your eyes darted to the door to which Seungyoun gestured to.

Maybe it's worth the shot. You thought as you made your way towards the said room.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by clanking noises. You were sure something fell somewhere. The room was barely lit, so you had to make out any sign of any person in the room until...

you spotted a tall boy wearing what seems to be a pink bunny outfit.

He was trying to carry everything that fell on the floor and shoved it back to their respective shelves.

"Um..." you tried to make your presence known and when the boy turned around, you could feel your heart drop.

Kim.

Yohan.

In a bunny costume.

Yohan was one of the subtly popular but in a dorky way kind. He was one of the talented smart ones but he was not really a part of the school kingkas. He was the closest to what you could define as a crush.

But since you two didn't have classes together, you barely placed any attention on your interest on him. And here is now, your partner, in a bunny costume.

"Oh. I didn't think my carrot would turn human." He grinned as his own remark, his front teeth making him even look more fitting with costume.

"I didn't think I'd be paired with a bunny either." You gave him a soft smile, not really something you would do to people.

"Must be fate then." He walked towards you and you could see how huge the height gap was between both of you.

There was few moments of silence. Then a small breeze from the bedside window. "You didn't wanna play this too, did you?" he suddenly asked as he leaned next to you.

"Well, yeah...wait. You said 'too'?" You turned your attention towards him and waited for him to say more.

"Well, Seungyoun hyungs stole my carrot..the next thing I know, I was being pushed by Hangyul into this room...and that's what you came."

"How long have you been here...?"

"About an hour. They locked it from outside." He said innocently and you were not sure whether to feel sorry for his fate or amused by how innocently cute he was.

You watched as he walked towards the bed and plopped himself down. "This is only for a few minutes but it felt like forever for me." He admitted.

"That's me usually in any time of the day." You said as you went towards him and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

"Is that why you always hang out at the library?"

"Yeah..huh? How did you know?" you looked at him, confused and surprised at how he would know about your usual whereabouts.

It seems on his end, he did not want you finding out about that aspect as well. He gave you a timid smile, as he tried to make up a reason. "Oh you know...I just happen to see you when you go there."

"I don't know you'd be around the library...I thought you'd always be at the fields with your squad..." You leaned back and swayed your legs.

"How did you know that?" he said in the same tone as you did.

"O-oh, j-just a guess." you stammered while avoiding eye contact with him.

There was silence again and if you could describe it, you could say that it was both awkward yet comforting.

"Hey, y/n..?" he began speaking and you hesitantly turned your attention towards him.

And you regretted as soon as you did because his dark chocolate orbs were pinning down on your own. You could feel a lump form in your throat which you had to try and swallow down to ease the discomfort.

"Do you wanna maybe...ditch the party and go on trick or treating instead? I bet we could get a lot of candies with our matching costumes."

“You really wanna ditch the party? I mean...your friends hosted this after all..” You rubbed onto your arms. You were just clueless on why you were suddenly so shy with him. 

When he nodded, it just so happened that the seven minutes were up. When Seungyoun opened the door with a wide grin on his face, you knew he was about to say something again.

“Had fun in there lovebirds?” He emphasized the last word and you were about to retort back when you noticed Yohan looking at you and shaking your head as if not to argue.

“We’re ditching, hyung. Thanks for locking me up. Now, I can actually enjoy my Halloween.” Yohan stretched his arms out and took you hand in his like it was the most natural thing to do. 

You felt blood rushing to your cheeks but decided to just let him take the lead. The eyes who caught the scene followed as both of you left the house. Junho, being one of them. It was undeniable that one of the happiest people to watch you get dragged out by Yohan was him.

His soulmate, noticed and asked why he seemed so cheerful watching the scene. He turned to her with a simple reply, “Well, it was because she asked me before. How did I knew that you were my soulmate? Well..it wasn’t just the matching birthmarks...sometimes, your soulmate brings out the best in you or helps you change the aspects that you may have wanted to change about you...and I think...I think she’s about to get that.” 

“You really think Yohan’s her soulmate?”

“I am positive. Why would I even make her dress up like a carrot if I didn’t know Yohan was planning to come as a bunny.” 

#g: cafeyeon #x1 #x1 imagine #x1 imagines #x1 scenario #x1 scenarios #yohan #yohan imagine #yohan imagines #kim yohan

[islaxduncan]

➨ BASICS

FULL NAME: Isla Elodie Duncan

AGE: 37

BIRTHDAY: March 3rd

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus.

GENDER: Female.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual.

RELIGION: Non-Practicing.

➨ APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: Oliva Munn

EYE COLOR(S): Green

HAIR COLOR(S): Black

BODY BUILD: Athletic.

HEIGHT: 5′4

WEIGHT: 116 lbs

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: N/A

BODY MODIFICATIONS: Scars from being blown up by an IED

ADDICTIONS: N/A

➨ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California  

LIVING CONDITIONS GROWING UP: Lower middle class for her early childhood years but the family managed to make themselves into the average by the time she graduated high school. 

LIVING CONDITIONS NOW: A studio apartment 

PREVIOUS OCCUPATION(S): Field surgeon 

CURRENT OCCUPATION(S): Trauma surgeon

➨ RELATIONSHIPS

BIRTH ORDER: Second born.

SIBLINGS: Older brother, deceased.

FATHER: Winston Duncan, 63, alive.

MOTHER: Jess Duncan, 55, alive.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): None.

CHILDREN: None.

PET(S): None. 

➨ PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: empathetic, honest , observant

NEGATIVE TRAITS: blunt, risk taker, resentful.

QUIRKS: dislikes close minded individuals 

FEARS: fear of heights and bunnies 

SECRETS: Makes good money off Onlyfans

➨ BULLET POINTS

Isla was the youngest in her family, the one that everyone did everything to protect and give her everything she ever wanted.

Isla’s first holidays all came from Goodwill bags and Salvation Army, she remembers Santa making a stop and giving her toys. The girl was happy with what she had though she spent most of her times in the forrest and outdoors.

Her brother was her best friend since they were kids. The siblings always had enough others back. Especially with Isla decided to join the Army as she knew that her parents would not be able to afford to send her off to college, much less to medical school. 

Her brother dropped out of high school and started to work with their father at the local mechanics shop, something that Isla was completely against. 

The distance between her and her family started to create issues. Her family started to think that she didn’t care about them and did not understand the deployment schedule. Not to mention her brother ended up starting to get in trouble since he started to take care of their parents and needed to do illegal stuff to bring income to the house. 

After graduating medical school in the force and being sent to combat tours three times she came back home she decided to retire. This was when she realized how in debt her parents truly were and how her loans regarding her car had gotten out of control. 

Isla did not automatically do the transition between the armed services and into civilian world easily. 

Her friend mentioned OnlyFans and how she could make some decent money, Isla laughed it off and stated it was not for her but later that night ended up opening one up and with some friends and their photographing skills she managed to end up in the 10% within a couple of months and has managed to get a steady income from there. 

Isla was going to get a job in Los Angeles but then things took a turn and her brother ended up getting killed by a drive by shooting. It was then that the entire family discovered what kind of jobs he had been taking to take care of their family. 

The family didn’t hesitate to blame Isla’s selfish nature for leaving the entire burden onto him and once it came to light how she was making money her mother packed her stuff neatly and placed them on the curb. 

Thus she decided to start over in an entire new town cause why not. 

The end.

#bio

[addytheheartbreaker]

Blind Memory

Chapter 4: One step at the time

Joen look at the girl he only just saw right where the guards took her pass his cell door with a single glance to the window. The girl just stayed there frozen with no movement as the rabbit man step one foot at the stairs causing the girl to back away while he reach out for her trying not to scare her.

Joen: h-hey there little girl. Don't be afraid...

He take another step of the stairs. It failed as the girl ran away at the other side of the stage stairs with Joen panic and followed her wanting to say sorry for a sudden wrong approach. And when he went down to the opposite stage stairs, he saw the girl no where to be seen. He looks confused, where is she?

He started searching around the place again by going at the big building behind the stage where it might be the girl went. Going around every classroom at the time to the next then going up to the next floor till he reach the fourth floor of the building. It is a small corridor when he check here, looking on both paths to where she might be choosing the right path first because it is the closes path with only two rooms only. The first room he check there he had found her, sitting at a brown armchair doing nothing but looking away at the open metal bars with the rabbit man outside the corridor. He reach at the bars calling her.

Joen: h-hey, please can you at least tel-

???: WHITE!!!

A scream could be heard right trough his ears, opening his eyes and his eardrums stinging in pain to turn on his direction to meet his younger brother.

Jacob: White! Its time to wake up!

He groan in pain the same groaning pain he had always do every morning. Damnit that dream! Who is this girl in this dream anyway? He knew that girl is the same girl he had meet yesterday but how the fuck did he met her in his dreams that didn't seems like this isn't his dream? The brown rabbit look directly to his older brother whose been staring at the ceiling like he is hallucinating as his oldest brother.

Jacob: uh.... White?

Joen sits up from his bed and rubbing his face before getting off from the bed. The brown rabbit hold his shoulder quickly if he tried to ignore him.

Jacob: White, buddy what's wrong?

Joen: .....

He didn't answered. His mind played the part he last seen the girl at the classroom before his brother woke him up. Halios came in after his quick shower seening his two brothers.

Halios: hey you two, what's going on here?

Jacob: White isn't answering after I woke him.

Helios: really? *look at Joen* hey White? Are you alright?

The Rabbit look up from his two brothers and shake his head trying to ignore the dream he had. He couldn't just ignored his brothers concerning questions with no answers.

Joen: I'm fine guys, its just.... The dream is kinda weird....

Helios gave an eyebrow rise up in curiosity, letting his brother go as he walk out at the open door for a calm shower. Nothing but cold water on his skin to shiver off the sleepy looks on the inmates faces. He wash off his head with water to removed the shampoo and cleaning his sweaty face in just a minute till it reach 7am, same canteen routine as always and same hour of daily treatment. Nothing change about the asylum expect he still remembers the dream, his psychiatrists isn't here today and he is lucky to do what he wants with this day, going at the lobby where he saw his brown rabbit brother bouncing at the television and what it looks like he wanted to destroyed the TV for some reason. Joen was about to calm Jacob down yet it is too late as guards came in and dragged him off the television with the struggling brown rabbit trying to escaped from the guards grasp and the white rabbit watching him with nothing to help him out or else he will also put him to the Box. He had enough of staying at the Box since 4 days ago and he felt guilty for not helping him because he doesn't want to went in to the same hour of isolation torture again, this isn't good....

Joen sigh in disappointment helplessly and sitting at the chair where his his brother first sit at earlier before he saw him. The chair was comfy enough for him to lay down to sleep, of course he ignored the rules about no sleeping and yet the white rabbit is so sleepy he wanted to just take a nap for at least once. He lay on the chair and yawn out loudly as he close his eyes for a nap. While napping, he open his eyes seeing he is now in that same dream again but this time he is inside the classroom where he stops by and reach out at the girl that he is supposed to approach her nicely. He look around the classroom then saw the door is now open just for him to get out of the room he first woke up at, he didn't see the girl inside the room like he last seen her. Welp, time to search around then.

He went out of the corridor watching the trees and the wind dancing calmly and the sky in just pure blue color, oh how he missed seeing the outside skies when he is just free. Looking down at the stage where he could barely seen, the girl was now. there sitting alone at the middle of the stage with paper scattered around her. He smiles watching the girl in what she might doing was kinda like she is drawing at those papers, he teleported down to the school ground behind the stage then slowly walk at the stage stairs with no sound to prevent her from fleeing away again. He doesn't want to scare her off again like last time, but this girl is here in this dream with him. The wind blew one of her papers which she found out it landed at the hands of the rabbit man himself. Joen caught the paper and examine the drawing paper that went onto him, two figures together; one was a tall, doctor like man in a black horse mask and a small female child with a golden four petal mask wearing a purple nurse uniform. While examine, he was impressed by her drawing then turn his head up to the girl with her face looks unsure and scared, he doesn't mean to scare her that quickly and he again tried to approach her slowly and reach out to gave her the paper. With no hesitation from the girl, she crawl slowly then reach out to get her drawing back as he smiles a little not gonna revealed his sharp teeth while silently come very close to her.

Guard: No sleeping at the lobby!

Joen woke up in surprised at the loud echoing scream coming from the guard. He was so close now! He sigh and gets off from the chair then out of the lobby.

*4 days later*

His attempt to approach from her was always failed and so close to get her every single time everyone woke him up to blew up the plan. He now plans to give up from trying to reach the girl and do what he could do with himself instead of chasing after her at the dream when he finally hop down to bed. He did the same "goodnight" to his brothers and swallow his sleeping pills till he is knock out cold. Opening his eyes he is now at the same dream again, he ignored encountering the girl and found himself an open space at the building where the back stage is, the space is big enough to practice dancing instead of a noisy and judgemental inmates at the music room. Maybe this dream will be perfect to do practicing even though he is just dancing around on a dream instead of reality, it might be embarrassing if when he woke up hitting at the floor knowing he is just rolled around his bed like that yet this place is so peaceful just enough to search up on his head to play music on his mind. His favorite song is a boy band pop song that he grew up fondly along with his brothers, he started dancing with his eyes closed, hearing his heart beats at the beat of the song on his head using his old dance moves he had practice a long time ago.

Unaware, the girl secretly watches him dance alone at the open space at the corner, she was amzaed and so onto his fast movements on his feet with a small chuckles quietly not to bother his dancing. He open his eyes, smiling happily of dance then quickly saw her watching him dancing around like a fool out of him which he stops his tracks, the girl flinch seeing him noticing her spying at him as she hides herself from him. The rabbit man look pleased seeing her approaching to him and went to her direction where she hides away from him, he did what he must do and tried to calm her down.

Joen: hey...

The girl look slowly at him but not completely because she is always looking at the ground shyly. He took note that she is very shy and took his hand in front of her but inches away from each other.

Joen: its okey little girl, I'm not gonna hurt you. Just come closer so I could see you, alright?

He waited...

The girl look up to him with her eyes being wrap around by bandages and hesitantly walk toward him. No one is gonna wake him up to blew up the plan that he was so close to succeeded. She hesitates to come any closer to his hands and she shyly raise her left hand and gave him a handshake, her hand when he held her was light, very light from someone who is as shy and gentle as herself. He smiles, he had finally got her attention from him for the first time and while he was handshaking, he notice her left hand has a small crack with red faded tips, he squeezed her hand and turn her wrist of the small crack just for him to examine the small broken left wrist, the skin was porcelain like some sort of object or a toy he could describe it when holding a toy since he was just a bunny.

Joen: where did you get this from?

He asked her, she didn't look scared of him but the look on her face was nothing.... But a blank look. Not a single emotion on her lips or anything, it is hard to look at when her eyes are still covered up by the bandages. Yet he doesn't want to rush things up to her, he will take this slowly to getting to know her. However, he didn't notice he heard her voice speaking to him back.

Young Addy: I-it wasn't really a sick rash, i-it is just a birthmark. I-i got this from my dad.

This is the first time he could hear her voice or is it just his dream was. Her voice was soft and shy like she never talk to people often, fitting for her personality (almost). He tilted his head and let go of her hand.

Joen: ah, I see then. A birthmark huh? I thought it was an infection or something.

Addy: i-i guess so.... Y-your the guy who I saw you before, r-right?

The rabbit man remembered the time he saw her passing his cell, so it is her.

Joen: so your the new patient of the asylum?

The mysterious girl nodded shyly. She walk at the opposite direction to return to the stage but turn back asking to followed her behind which he had gladly followed her. At the stage where her papers are now piled up clean with a rock to prevent it from scattering away from the wind, a pencilcase beside the paper, two armchairs just for him and herself and a small, silver tuning fork at the arm table. While he glance at the girl who is now sitting at the chair, holding the tuning fork and do a hard smack at the fork to vibrate till she put it closely to her ears to listen the vibrating sound, he sat at the other chair to asked her.

Joen: um... Little girl? I was wondering why you are here? This is a dream right? I don't think this is actually mine though.

The girl look at him.

Addy: a-actually, this is my dream mister.

Joen: what? Your dream?

Addy: Mhmm, y-you are in my school w-where I was studied with many good yet a-a lots of horrible things in here.

Joen: then why am I here?

Addy: I-i don't know? I-i don't know w-why you are here at my dream. M-maybe you might have some c-connection between of us then?

Joen: I don't think so. I only saw you passing by my cell door with those guards around you.

Addy: ..... T-those guards... Caught me....

Joen twitch a little while listening to her.

Joen: caught?

Addy: I-i didn't even know what to do? T-those people just.... M-messed me up.

Joen: what happen?

Addy: I... I-i don't wanna talk about it.

Joen: *his thoughts* I think she explains to me how she caught up and put her in the asylum.

Joen: anyway, I haven't even get your name yet. Do you?

Addy: *shake her head no*

Joen: alright then, I am the White Rabbit, but just call me Rabbit only alright? Now what's your name?

Addy: .... Uhh....

She went silent.... He twitch curiously at her and waited at her responds as she spoke.

Addy: I can't tell you my name because I'm a part of a groups rule actually... But I like being called an angel or a demon. Or maybe both! I'm a doll girl you see.

An angel or a demon? Or both? Then she must be a hybrid then? He note that out the last part. A doll girl.

Joen: then I should call you Doll then. You look pretty as a doll.

She smiles and nodded at him and agreed to call her Doll. Unfortunately she did have a name, the young Addy is not allowed to tell him her name is because she is still following the rule about not let anyone know her identity unless the person is very close and well kept a secret of the mysterious group. She just only met him when he appeared at her dream, her master once told her if that person came to her will be someone will one day remembered even she is just a very young teen. Addy grab her papers and pencilcase to continue drawing, with Joen watching her, she didn't mind him watching how she draw and she sometimes hide the faces with her hand and pencilcase it because it is not finish yet or she is just too shy to show it. Joen watch her draw 2 figures; one figures was a short male teen with light blond short hair with light blue tips at the left frony, his mask was a heart shape while the other was a male teen abit taller then the other, light blond spiky hair with red tips at the right front like the other male and a cool visor glasses and a wide smile. It looks childish yet wonderful, she might be an artist he thought.

He woke up in surprised. He sit up and look to see 2 of his brothers waking up. The black rabbit saw him first and said.

Leon: *yawn* morning White.

Joen: m-morning Black....

Jason: *groan then look at him* you wake up so early. Why did you wake up so early when you complaining so much about it?

Joen didn't even know how did he not complaining about the morning routine that everyday one of his brothers will shout at his ears to bleed out and lazily go to the bathroom to start the day. The white rabbit scratch his head and nudge a little as a sign that he doesn't know why before getting off of the bathroom where the metal door is now open. The two rabbit brothers look at each other calculating of what happen till the brown rabbit woke up.

After taking a bath and eating breakfast with his brothers, he still remembers that same dream of the Doll with him and talking to him. Finally! Getting his first impression of knowing her name but not the actual name yet he could do it slowly and surely by getting to know her and talk to her as much as he could because this is very new to him. However, this will be the first time in the past 9 years that he had finally found someone to talk with when he was bored and a playmate where he could play with her at the dream freely.

He can't wait to meet her again.

To be continued.....

#blind memory story #blind memory #the mask au #mask au #masked au #the masked singer human au

[grs-the-neighborhood]

Name: Corral Foster Lynn Thomas

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight (Heterosexual)

Birthday (Zodiac): April 21(Aries)

Species: A human being with a touch of imaginary help

Ethnicity: American

Native Language(s): English

Nationality: ???

Appearance Info

Height: 5'3

Skin tone: peach skin tone

Eye shape/color: almond shaped eyes with a hint of forrest Green eyes

Hair style/color: short hair with a korra hairstyle, Light red hair.

Outfit style: Skater clothing or oversized hoodies, she tends to wear her baseball shirt with red sleeves and her navy shorts. (her outfit in the drawing)

Accessories: Her Necklace, it's a small sized boo

Markings (birthmarks, scars, etc): Freckles

Alignment Info

Hero/Villian/Civilian: Anti-Hero (Synonymous)

Rank: ????something to do with the supernatural department

Powers/Abilities: imagination Manifester/manipulation

Fighting Style: she hits people, she tries karate but she isnt very good at it

Weapons: Her imagination 

Background Info

Personality: Corral is a chill but feisty teenager, she uses her powers for protection, or she's just curious. Corral has many mood swings She can be all calm and later, she could be arguing about something that doesn't make sense. She doesn't like getting challenged because she will try her hardest to defeat the challenger. Corral is the daugther to Frankie And Jackie they like being called the Lynnsters (they combined their last names together).

Backstory: Jackie and Frankie meet when Jackie was 26 and Frankie 34, in a fair since the foster closed Frankie tried to find a new path in life. Jackie and Frankie had many things in common such as their love for cartoons and having a similar name. Jackie and Frankie wanted a child but it was impossible for them since they couldn't have any kids the only way they could have a kid was if they Imagine a child of their own but Jackie didn't think it was a good idea because people will discourage Corral and tell she's isn't real. But there was still hope for this Couple and that hope was a unknown person.This unknown person gave them a piece of Imagination that can't be erased or effected,a power that can give anyone what they desire but it came with side effects when Corral was born she was born with the power of making Things out of her imagination. Sadly the foster home for imaginary friends closed and Corral never got to visit or incounter any of the imaginary friends but she has a small treehouse where she keeps some of the imaginary friends.It may be a small tree house but it's rather big in the inside, the tree house can be only seen to people who believe in imagination.

Relatives:

Jackie Lynn Thomas (Mom)

Frankie Foster (Mom)

Madame Foster (Grandmother)

Fanny Foster (Great great aunt)

Janaya (Adopted brother)

Relationships:

Jackie (Corral's mom)

Jackie is that type of mom that is very serene and a nature enthusiast.Jackie taught her how to skate and some other sick skating tricks. Corral has many similarities to Jackie,she's calm and chill, same music tastes and they both vibe to the sound of the oceans. Though Corral can get angry sometimes Jackie knows how to calm her.

Frankie (Corral's mom)

- After the closing of the foster, Jackie and Frankie started helping animals and other people who are need of help. Jackie helped Frankie a lot, by not stressing a lot and calming down, they both decided they wanted a kid and by that they got Corral. Corral gets her tough, and slacking attitude from her mother Frankie.(Anger issues too). Frankie tells all the stories about each and every imaginary friend and Corral loves those stories that she was inspired by them.leading Corral to follow the same footsteps as her great great grandmother did, helping Imaginary Friends.

Sky Marquette

- Corral thought she would be the only one with the abilities she has but when she stumbled upon Sky Marquette she was fascinated by her powers, they were similar to Corral's but just that Sky had critters. Corral sees Sky as a little sister to her.

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Ty

- Corral and Ty just talk about supernatural stuff and reasons why Bigfoot is real. They prank people or just sell them fake products like Ty sells and Corral helps Ty run away from them and hide all the evidence.they're really great buds.

Miscellaneous Info

Quotes:

"I have a trick up my sleeve "

"UnexpectED"

"If you hit the yeet, you'll get BEAT!"

"CAN YOU FUCKING CHILL OUT DUDE!"

"NO CURSING IN MY FUCKING HOUSE!"

"Just Chillllllllllllllllllllll"

Trivia:

- Frankie gave her the name Korra but Jackie wanted it to be Coral, so these two improvised also Frankie and Jackie Have a obsession over cartoons that how they got her name.

- Corral isn't good at sport, she just really doesn't like sports.

- Corral thinks the Butterfly siblings are neat, she tries to be good at fighting just like they are.

- Corral believes in myths.

 Short story

"If you want to win you will have to take on the weakest member, we're eliminating every hero one by one"says Drake

“You mean her"*points at Corral making strange gestures with her hands*

"Yeah, that will do...." "Are you sure that thing is part of the little group?..she looks like fry sauce.."

*Corral turns around and looks at them*

"I'm no thing,I'm a person, you guys need to chill get on the spiritual level." as Corral moves her hands in a spiral and a bunny appears in her hands.

"You got to be kidding me,shouldn't you be in a magic show or something. Now shoo, go away before you get hurt" says

The bunny pops a gun out pointing it at the villain

"You think this is a joke, I don't like being challenged. I suck at challenges" says Corral

Created by Corrgis on DA

#character list

[sunyoonandstars]

Linked || BTS Soulmate AU Series || You x !Soulmate! Yoongi | You x Jimin || Part 7

Text/Social Media/Narrative Series

Previous Part | Next Part

LINKED MASTERLIST

Pairing You x !Soulmate! Yoongi You x Jimin

‘siblings’, ranked by age: Namjoon, Jimin, y/n, Taehyung (you grew up living in the same foster home)

angst, fluff, hints of light smut

Key you / y/n = sender (blue) Soulmate = receiver (grey)

Eventually, after years of successfully having avoided it, you have come across your soulmate. An ominous stranger of whom you know no more than the back of his head, his phone number and that he works as a part-time barista at your (former) favorite coffee shop. Having been pressured by a friend into contacting him, things start to get complicated. Because your heart already belongs to another. And the last thing you want is for your soul to find its one, true, destined mate …

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

― Plato, The Symposium

Soulmates.

You had always dreaded the day on which the birthmark on your left wrist would suddenly start itching, whereas for most people the moment their one and only destined soulmate’s name was supposed to reveal itself, burning under their skin, couldn’t seem to come soon enough.

Foolish romantics.

Because once both sides acknowledge their destined soulmate, a connection forms which can never be undone. Not even by death.

Who in their right mind would voluntarily bind their soul to that of another for life? To share their every joy and hurt and be faithful until they take their very last breath without even having a choice? To suffer indescribable agony once the other one exits this life and be left in utter loneliness, so bottomlessly deep nothing will ever be able to fill it again, causing you physical pain and insanity?  

That’s right. Not you. Especially, because your heart already belongs to someone else …

Part 7 

You don’t even notice the cab pulling to a halt in front of your apartment building. Paralyzed, blankly staring down into your lap at your shaking hands still clutching your phone, Taehyung’s last messages echoing in the back of your mind, you remain seated, unable to move, barely managing to breathe. 

„Y/n? What is it? Why aren’t you getting up?“, you hear Jimin say, the sound of his voice strangely muffled, smothered. It is as if it’s reaching your ears through layers and layers of cotton wool, almost entirely being drowned out by the drumming sound of your own heartbeat. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jimin poking his head in through the car door, still unable to get your limbs to move, your thoughts racing.

„Y/n? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?“

Up until now, you weren’t even aware of the tears streaming down your face.

„Y/n? Talk to me please, baby.“

Jimin’s beautiful features are distorted by worry and fear as his face now appears in front of you and he cups your cheeks with both hands, gently forcing you to look him in the eye. 

„What is it? Why are you like this?“, he frowns. 

By now you can’t hold back the sobs any longer. Violently, they shake your entire body, making it hard for you to speak. 

„Am I a horrible person, Jimin?“, you finally manage to get out the words. 

„No. No, baby!“, Jimin energetically shakes his head. „Of course not, y/n. You’re hands-down one of the best people I know. Why would you even think otherwise? Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?“

But no sound will leave your lips. So you just quietly shake your head, tears still falling uncontrollably as you clutch your aching chest.

„Breathe, y/n. Just breathe and calm down, please“, Jimin begs in a low voice, his tone tender. He darts the cab driver an apologetic glance before he proceeds to carefully help you up and out of the car. 

„Breathe, all right? You’re not a bad person, okay? You’re not“, he whispers, his hand on your back moving in soothing circles as he patiently guides you towards the steps leading to the front door of your building where he takes a seat next to you. 

„Deep breaths, y/n. In and out. Okay? In. And out.“

Slowly but surely, Jimin’s words and the familiar sound of his angelic voice prove to be effective, managing to slow your heart rate and steady your breathing. 

„Are you better now?“, he cautiously inquires after a few minutes had gone by in silence. 

You nod in response, once more filling your lungs with the crisp air of late winter. 

„Good. Good“, he hums, leaning over to brush your temple with his soft lips. „Now, tell me. What happened to get you in such a state? When we left the airport you seemed fine. What could have possibly occurred while I was asleep?“ 

Feeling your throat tighten at the thought of betraying Taehyung, your friend, your brother, you lower your eyes to avoid Jimin’s searching gaze. 

„Y/n? What is it? What aren’t you telling me? Who did you talk to? Was it Taehyung?“

You involuntarily flinch at the sound of his name. 

„I knew it! What did he say, y/n?“, Jimin keeps pressing for an answer, his cheeks visibly reddening with fury. „What did the two of you talk about?“

And so you tell him everything. Almost everything, deliberately leaving out the fact that a one-sided link between your soulmate and you has already been made, as you summarize the dialogue that took place between you and Taehyung barely more than half an hour ago. 

After you have finished, Jimin can’t contain his rage anymore. He warns you not to interfere as he gets a hold of his phone and starts typing angrily.

„Please, y/n. Let me handle this“, he insists, his gaze steady and serious as it locks with yours. „Go ahead and draw us a bath, would you? I think we could both use it.“

„All right“, you reluctantly sigh, only grudgingly leaving Jimin behind to sort things out with Taehyung, hoping devoutly that your mutual friend won’t spill your secret …

When Jimin joins you in the bathtub, he’s strangely calm and quiet. 

„What’s wrong, baby?“, you ask after minutes have passed without either of you having said a word. 

But Jimin doesn’t answer, simply wraps his arms around your waist even tighter, pulling you close to his bare chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

„Jimin? What is it? What did Tae say? Did you talk it out? You didn’t fight, did you? I could never forgive myself if you had a falling out because of me!“

You try to turn around and catch a glimpse of his face. Jimin, however, firmly holds you in place, merely shaking his head. 

„Don’t worry“, he breathes into the crook of your neck, his plump lips tenderly brushing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. „We’re all right. He promised not to interfere anymore.“

„Good“, you nod, the kisses with which Jimin now covers your shoulder and collarbone making it hard for you to concentrate on the questions you wanted to ask or to even hold a thought. Instinctively, your body responds to his touch and the titillating movements taking place beneath the water surface. 

„What do you think you’re doing, Park Jimin?“, you chuckle, your back arching reflexively as Jimin’s hand finds its way between your thighs. 

„I missed you, y/n“, he simply hums, pressing yet another kiss to your bare shoulder. 

„I can tell.“

You had ordered pizza and fried chicken, both dishes disappear at impressive speed. Throughout dinner, your phone buzzes, its display lighting up with an unopened text message. Involuntarily, you take a peek at it. 

Sender: Soulmate. 

You can feel your cheeks blush under Jimin’s vigilant faze. 

“Who is it? Is it Tae? Is he apologizing?”

You shrug and quickly, following reflex, turn the device upside-down. 

“Aren’t you gonna read it? Maybe it’s important.”

“It’s not polite, Jimin. We’re eating. And you just came back.”

“Don’t worry”, he assures you. “I won’t mind.”

So as not to raise any more suspicion, you flash Jimin a sweet smile and give him a quick peck on the lips before you go on to read the text that turns out to be a photograph. The screenshot of an album cover. 

“It’s a friend”, you explain when Jimin questioningly raises a brow at your head-shaking. “They want me to check out some music. Is it okay for you if I --?”

“Sure”, Jimin smiles at you while making himself comfortable in your lap. “I’m too tired to talk anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yes, don’t worry, y/n. Just hand me that last piece of pizza, please, and I’ll be just fine”, he grins.

“All right.”

So you do as asked and fondly watch Jimin nibble at the crust while you put in your earphones and start listening. 

Quickly, as if your phone had suddenly turned into lava and burned your fingers,  you let it drop onto the carpet. 

‘But I love you nonetheless.’

You can feel guilt rise up in your chest. Heart-wrenching, suffocating guilt, as your eyes now find their way to Jimin’s sleeping face, its expression utterly peaceful, so beautiful it almost hurts. 

After having finished his pizza, he had quickly fallen asleep in your lap where his head is still resting. Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his soft hair, smiling as you recall the moment that marked the birth of your new nickname for him. 

Your snow bunny. 

There is no name more fitting for him in this world. 

Softly chuckling to yourself, you bend over and pick up your phone from the floor, careful not wake Jimin, planning on changing his name in your contacts to ‚snow bunny‘. 

Just as your blindly groping fingers have found it, you can feel the device vibrate in your palm. Holding your breath, you lift it up to watch yet another message pop up on the screen. You don’t even need to take a closer look at the sender’s name in order to know who it’s from.

For a brief moment, you hesitate and quickly peer at Jimin, who is still fast asleep in your lap, before you unlock your phone and open the message to type a reply.

In the middle of the night, a buzzing sound originating from your nightstand lets you jolt from your sleep. With a sigh, you open the text message without thinking twice. 

You go back to sleep with a smile playing on your lips ...

TO BE CONTINUED

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it so far!

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[thesexymnm]

#2 - the mystery of forest lane

hey again! this is another writing piece i made earlier this year in may. i really like this because it’s different from the stuff i normally write. also this is quite long so get comfortable. i hope you like it, and as always im open to criticism. alright, enjoy The Mystery of Forest Lane.

“It happened on April 18th, driving home from work. It was dinner rush at the diner and Kathy Willoughby, the witch of West Park Diner, also known as my boss, cut my fifteen minute break so I could serve sodas and coffee.” I took a deep breath, shaking my head, my hands squeezing the bridge of my nose. Last time I checked, the head detective of the state of Maine isn’t supposed to listen to employee complaints, yet here I am doing just that. This interrogation had been drawn out long enough, we ask people to be as detailed as they remember, but she had gone a bit overboard, borderline ranting. Ms. Adrienne Miller was the woman I was talking to. Forty years old, has seventeen year old son, Sam, and she has been working as a waitress at the West Park Diner for five years. Before that, she was unemployed. She also got divorced six years ago from Sam’s father, Larry Wilson. Adrienne has multiple DUI’s on her record, they were all quite recent, starting back two years ago and the most recent one was four months ago. It is truly amazing what you can find on people when you have the access that I do. Although back when I was probably as young as her son, I just judged people on what I could see, what just their face and body language could reveal. I find myself going back to this tactic from time to time.

Using the skills I had taught myself as a young boy, I take a look at Adrienne in these moments, and just observe. Dark brown eyes, roughly the same color as her hair. Olive skin, beautifully fair, hairless and smooth. I drove my eyes along her forearm until I hit speed bump; a purple bruise crosses my vision. I cannot make out the full shape due to the injury being half covered by her sleeve, but I can tell it was not the cause of abuse. The spot on her arm is a common area to pose an injury on oneself. In fact, I had one in the same spot in the recent weeks before this interrogation. As I move my focus away from the bruise, I spy a few birthmarks and then my eyes divert to the tips of her fingers; nubs, nails bitten away almost down to her cuticles. This is something to note. Adrienne Miller is the type of woman to have long, extravagant red glossy nails that made an irritating clicking noise when tapped on a table. The fact that her nails are practically nonexistent tell me she has been through some stress, and recently. To add on top of that, her normal glam outfit that I have seen her strut countless times on the sidewalks of Van Buren has not shown to this interrogation. Neither is her long, flowing, straight hair. Rather, it is pulled back, loosely like she was in a hurry to get out, and the rest of her outfit would support that idea. It’s quite funny, how much you can tell from just looking at a person, all it is is just practice, years of it. Anyone can be a detective if they’ve got brains and 20/20 vision. Documents and reports are one way to do my job, but I could have never gotten where I am without my keen observation skills.

I’ve done these types of examines on other people as well, but when I look at them, they start to fidget, tapping on the table, foot bouncing like a bunny in spring, they have the darting eyes that scream, “I’m guilty! Please just take me away! Lock me up, please get these lies over with!” And they usually are guilty, but not Adrienne. She barely notices me observing her every inch, she keeps rambling on about her boss, Kathy Willoughby. I’ve had my fair share of conversations with the lady, and I can see where she is coming from, but for crying out loud, I’ve got work to do!   

I finally interrupted her, saying, “Ms. Miller, please only talk about details that are relevant to the case.” She nodded, carrying on with the story.

“As outraged as I was at Kathy, I was just happy to come home that night. It took a few minutes to start up my car but it wasn’t anything unusual. I was driving down Forest Lane, going south, when I hear noises above me.” I stopped her again, “Ms. Miller can you describe what the noise sounded like?”

“It sounded like a big helicopter,” she said. “I only remember that because it was drowning out my radio. It kept going, for a couple minutes, and I didn’t understand what was going on. By then, I was alone on the road. The last person I had talked to was Kathy, and there wasn’t a car to be seen. But then, there was this big flash of bright light. It stunned me so much that I stopped steering. The helicopter noises were getting louder every second, and that was all I could hear. I let go of the wheel to shield my eyes but seconds later my truck crashed into a tree. I felt fine, there was some glass in my arm and my leg was hurting, it was hard for me to breathe, I suppose I had the wind knocked out of me. I opened the door and fell out of my car. By this time the light was down to a dim shine coming from the woods. It had stopped completely twenty minutes before you guys found me.”

I tried to listen to her fairly, but like with many cases, I had my doubts. This woman is claiming she experienced something out of this world, like an alien encounter, and I didn’t believe her for a second. What I see in this case is just a desperate mother trying to cover up the fact she was driving while drunk.

“Ms. Miller, with all do respect, how am I supposed to believe you when on the night of April 18th, you were driving while intoxicated? How do I know that this story isn’t just a cover up to distract from the real facts in this case? It also does not help that you have four other DUI’s on your record, all of which you tried to get out of, and failed poorly. Ms. Miller, I along with the rest of the force here are extremely smart people, and you’ve already succumb to the more unfortunate side of law enforcement. Now, if I were you I would just confess, unless you really believe your own story. Which, I’m doubting. So, tell me, what really is the truth here, Adrienne?”

Many people have heard me interrogate people before, and when they see the video of me interrogating Adrienne Miller for the first time on this case, they ask me why I went so hard on her. I’ve interrogated people in so many different cases as head detective, everything from petty robbery to murderers. I earn the truth from these people. But there was something different about Adrienne. I could tell she wasn’t lying to me. I’ve been doing this job long enough to tell. But it couldn’t be true. How could it be? Despite what my own thoughts told me, I had to get the truth, I had to find it. Because in my mind, the story she was telling me certainly was not it.

Adrienne just looked at me. She stared for about a minute, until I tapped the table with my finger, letting my nail make a click noise that was loud enough to make her jump. She looked like she was sleeping with her eyes open, and my nail hitting the table was enough to make her jump awake. She collected herself and started again, but with a different, nastier tone. “Detective Sabrowski,” she paused, “Rick, I am telling the truth. You know I am.”

“Ms. Miller, I don’t know anything about it. That’s why I’m asking you, now please stop with these outrageous cover stories and let’s cut to the chase already.” Adrienne looked at me again, smugly. “Rick, I’ve told you my story. It’s true. Don’t make this interrogation into something personal now.” My eyebrows furrowed in disgust of her thinking I would ever do such a thing. “I’m not doing that! Now tell me what you are up to!” I was getting angry now, as with my last syllables of the command I had just ordered from her, my raging fist came crashing down onto the table, making my resting pen that was laying there jump wildly into the air, and crashing back down again. I could tell Adrienne was startled by my disposition. She gathered herself and her thoughts and said, “There is nothing left to discuss, can this be over with already?” I looked at the observation window, a one sided window with my close colleague and best friend, Don, on the other side. He’s my partner, and my best man. He buzzed through, saying, “Let’s wrap it up.” As soon as those words came through the speaker, Adrienne got up, and I opened the door to let her out. I watched as she strut down the hallway, and I felt a wave of entitlement radiate off her, even from down the long hall. I let out a deep sigh, I couldn’t help but feel I had let her go, that she was guilty and just playing with my mind. After all, it wouldn’t have been the first time...

I sunk down in my office chair. I was swamped with open case files. My head was in my hands, I’m always working. My wife, Evelyn, hates it. I don’t know what to tell her, I don’t like how much I’m working either, but I can’t do anything about it. The department needs me, and they are dumping everything they’ve got on to me. I rub my eyes and check the clock.

“11:30”, Don walks in and says. “Really Rick? Go home.”

I sighed, I knew he had a point but I just couldn’t leave. “Come on, what about Evelyn?”

“I already called her an hour ago, she knows it’s gonna be a late night.” These crazy late work nights have been going on for months now. Ever since they fired the previous head detective, my old position has not yet been filled. I’m doing the job of two detectives. Don offered to help me out, but I couldn’t say yes. That would mean more hours for him, and he has a family, two adorable little girls. Evelyn and I don’t have any kids, and it’s times like these that I’m thankful we don’t. Life has been very hard on us lately. Her father just passed away a few months ago, and we had to put down our German Shepherd, Moose. He was twelve years old but still had the energy of a puppy. It was hard on us to let him go, but it was for his own good.

Don broke the silence I was filling with sad memories, saying “Sheriff Brown said it’s time to go home, you’ve worked twenty two hours this week and it’s only Tuesday. I’m saying, as a friend, go home to Evelyn. I know times have been hard lately and this isn’t doing it any good. Spend some time with her.” I stopped playing tough guy, and nodded, then began to pack up my things and head home. Had I really already worked that much? It felt like I had only been working for seconds, everything I do at work flies by. Don was still in the doorway as I was leaving my office. As I walked out, he patted my back, and then I went to my car.

I opened the door to the outside and a breeze of frigid air hit my face like a slap to the cheek. I walked to my car, and the sky was pitch black, no stars, but there usually weren’t any. Despite what lots of people may think about it, I like driving at night. There are less cars on the roads since everyone is at home, resting, chatting with family. I don’t stay at the station longer than I should because I want to get away from family, from Evelyn. That’s not the case whatsoever, I love my wife. But sometimes, my job feels like an escape from my problems. For a couple hours, I am fully invested into someone else’s problems. Being Maine’s very own Sherlock consumes every ounce of thinking power I have to offer. Piecing clues together like they do in the movies and television shows, that’s me, and I enjoy it. The joy you get from solving a case is exhilarating, nobody understands it, by I do. Doing this job gives me a kind of high nothing else could ever give me. I’m just addicted to my job.

Driving down the winding road of Forest Lane, the road where Ms. Adrienne Miller had crashed her car due to a unidentified object blocking her view. I thought of this that night driving back home, and I chuckled to myself. “As if!” I said with a smirk. I remember Don telling me which part of the road she had crashed on as I approached it myself. I saw the mauled tree that her Ford crashed into on that night. It was quite absurd, I thought to myself as I drove by the site. “And I don’t hear a thing,” I thought to myself, “she must’ve been lying to me, straight to my face. And after all we’ve been through together! I can’t believe she never tells me the truth, not even this once, when she will be liable for her words.” Just then I started to hear things. It sounded, like a helicopter. And then I saw a light, a big, bright shining light coming from the woods. Quick breaths began to escape my mouth, moving fast in and out of my body. My hands left the wheel to shield my eyes from the light. It’s true! It is all true! Adrienne was right all along, she was telling the truth! Over the noises I heard came a big crash, and the front of my car was smashed completely. And then I woke up.

I rub my eyes awake, and I feel weak. My skin looks a bit paler than I remember it being. Once I can see clear enough, I notice I’m in a hospital gown. Hospital gown? How did I get here? I was panicking, where was Evelyn? “Hello?” I shout into the room. My eyes dart from the curtain to my left to the medical supplies on my right, stored away in cabinets above and below a counter. I started to become extremely nervous. What had happened to me? The last thing I remembered was driving home on Forest Lane…

Adrienne! Adrienne was driving down Forest Lane when she saw the light shine from the woods and when she heard the helicopter like noise. Was it real? No, it couldn’t be. That’s impossible. I had probably just passed out on my desk again due to dehydration. It’s happened before. But I was driving home, was it a dream? Possibly, maybe I’m still in it. I look around, and I don’t see the door to leave the room. It must be on the other side of the curtain. No one has replied to my cries for help yet. “Hey! Anyone! What’s going on?” Still there is no reply and I’m worried sick. Where is Evelyn? Surely if this were real she would be waiting for me to wake up, at my bedside, and when she saw my eyes creak open she would say, “Oh Rick! Rick! I’m so glad you’re awake, I love you!” Yet, she is not here nor is any other living soul. This has to be a dream. I grab my right  arm, only then realizing I’m hooked to an I.V., and my forearm is wrapped in a big bandage, from elbow to wrist. I take my hand and pinch the skin hard, and shut my eyes tightly, and I concentrate on waking up so hard that I forget to breathe and after two minutes my eyes open like broken blinds and I gasp for the oxygen that smells like a pharmacy, granted this is a hospital and it would make sense. But if I can smell, and I’m not waking up, than this is real. But how? Why am I here? I need to speak to someone, and soon.

Just then, as if on cue, a woman steps into the room. She is clearly a nurse, wearing baby blue scrubs and disposable gloves that she immediately throws out when she walks into the room. She has long, strawberry blonde hair pulled back by a headband and pale, freckled skin. When she turns and faces me, it is clear now that she is pregnant. I must have been looking at her strange, startled by seeing my first human since I awoke. She looks at me with kind eyes and says, “Detective Sabrowski, you’ve gotten yourself into quite some trouble.” I must have looked at her with an even more confused look, so she elaborated. “You’ve been in a coma for two days, today is May 9th. My name is Bonnie Scottsdale. I’ve been taking care of you, now what is the last thing-”

“Where is my wife? Where is Evelyn?” The words busted out of my mouth, interrupting her. I wasn’t concerned about being polite, I just wanted to know how I got here and where my wife was.

“Detective Sabroski, Evelyn is out in the lobby. She was with you all night and just left about an hour ago to sign some forms.” I let out a sigh of relief, knowing she was safe. “Anyway, I’m sure you may have questions about what happened to you, why you are here. Can you tell me the last thing you can remember? We will start from there.”

I nodded in agreement with her. “I remember I left the station, per my partner Don Hanna’s request, I hopped in my car and started for home, until I got to Forest Lane. I started to hear these helicopter noises, they got louder and louder until it was drowning out my radio. There was a shining light coming from the woods, so bright I had to let go of the wheel to shield my eyes-”

And in the time it would take for someone to snap their fingers, or blink their eyes, I realized what I was describing to this woman. I was describing Adrienne Miller’s story. But surely I couldn’t be just reciting it from memory. All these things had actually happened to me too, but why?

#writing #writers #my writing #writing community #creative writing #short story #writers on tumblr

[the-cellar-door]

It’s funny... you call him your bunny. My name is something quite similar, or so says my birthmark. Ironic, isn’t it. I can still remember the words “I love you” coming off your lips to greet my ears.

It doesn’t hurt to think about you anymore, at least not in the way one would expect. I spent some of the hardest and most insane years of my life with you. We were inseparable, but yet... we used and cheated on each other. You from the very beginning, and me shortly after. We weren’t the right match, but oh how I tried so hard to make it fit. I found out quickly that it only drove you very far away from me.

Suprisingly, one of the souls that you chose to love while we were together, stuck around after our relationship crashed and burned. (As it was supposed to I might add) Out of your infidelity grew something that flourished and still continues to grow. Out of my infidelity, came loneliness and self loathing. Several years have past and the thought of you occurs very rarely. I miss you, but no longer have the patience to lie to myself when it comes to you, whom I used to know so well. No matter how much I wanted to believe it, we were just not meant to be.

You seem to be happy, and for that I am grateful. You’ve grown older, but don’t seem to have changed the way that you perceive life much. You are still look like the shy, reserved, and scared little girl who looked me in the eyes as I backhanded you in the face. At the time, it was a justifiable action because you “deserved it”. The truth is, I simply channeled my anger and hatred into an action that has no excuse, and still haunts me to this day.

No one deserves to be struck no matter the circumstances. Especially not by someone who swears they love you. I promised to show you the world, but kept you on a leash. My mouth spoke nothing but lies to myself, but more importantly, spoke lies to you. I told you that there was no one else I wanted, and you felt trapped, because I swore it to be love, but you saw that desperation and fear were what was truly controlling me.

Hindsight is 20/20. These sightless marbles I call eyes never really did see you, but my heart sees. My heart understands the sins I committed and threatens to shatter when I recall the past. I was all that you feared, and you had no escape from me. I trapped you in a corner and demanded that you obey me because I had the audacity to think I knew what was the best for you, even though it wasn’t even close to what you needed. We poisoned each other, but in all honesty, I committed far more sins than you ever did.

I want you to know, that after a couple of years, I still despise the part of myself that committed those actions towards you. My deepest apologies for the actions of the evil youth that once inhabited this shell of a human being. I hope that you are happy, and I pray that the scars I emblazoned upon your heart long ago have faded. When I think of you these days, I think of the fragile soul that did her best to love the whirlwind of emotions that cursed the ground he walked upon, and freely gave his hatred to anyone willing (or unwilling) to taste it. Even when I didn’t deserve it, you stayed. You stayed as long as you could withstand the monster I had become. You have always been the bigger human, and will always have my respect for that.

I took a path that drove me to the depths of insanity. Abused myself far worse than anyone else could, and Through my pain and torture, I gained humanity, humility, and morality. What I did to you has no excuse. I deserve anything karma has thrown my way. Pain is my very best friend, yet I seem to forget that I give pain rather freely. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I can never take that back.

I’m sorry for intertwining my life with yours in a way that was designed to cause you pain. Consumed by hatred and rage, I took it out on an innocent soul who only deserves to be happy. For that, I am truly, deeply, and utterly sorry. I was evil, but now I strive to be all that is light, and I pray for redemption from my sins against you. I can tell that he loves you, and I can see that you love him. If you give him a sliver of the love that you gave to me, then he is truly a lucky man. You derserve someone that treats you like the amazing soul that you are. This is last time I’ll contact you. I just hope you know how sorry I am, and how deeply I feel.

I don’t need to say it, but if after all that you aren’t sure who this is, well... think of a rather old blue truck with two names on the back window.

[ashencreations]

I posted 5,195 times in 2021

12 posts created (0%)

5183 posts reblogged (100%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 431.9 posts.

I added 708 tags in 2021

#one piece - 238 posts

#law my beloved - 203 posts

#opgraphics - 77 posts

#luffy my beloved - 49 posts

#corazon my beloved - 42 posts

#zosan - 27 posts

#yamato my beloved - 19 posts

#trafalgar law - 18 posts

#lawlu - 18 posts

#chopper my beloved - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#like?? okay?? i can see people simping over them but theyre a tiny bunny baby who is human but can turn into a bunny at will and cant swim

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I'm happy to reveal the revamped version of Ash and her new reference sheet! I hadn't drawn her in a good while so I decided that this was a good time to tweak things and improve on her design yet again

Here's some of the revamped parts of her vs the last version!

•Fluffier hair! I've always described it as a monster mane but that wasn't really shown in the way I drew her

•New fashion sense! I've decided to lean into a punk/grunge/goth vibe for her- she will still wear cute things!

•squish? Yes, please! As my art has improved, I've gotten better with different body types. Thus I put more effort into really showing how her body is in my head instead of hiding it in a hoodie

•simplier and cleaner sheet. My last one felt so cluttered and the very first one had almost nothing

Thank you for all the support I get from y'all, I appreciate it so much

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13 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 22:50:30 GMT

#4

I don't typically make posts like this but I'm really angry right now.

Let's be really fucking clear, queer is not a fucking slur. It's as much as a slur as gay is and even if you reclaimed the word queer as a fuck you to the people who were yelling it at us, it does not change the fact that queer has and always will be an umbrella term. Not sure what you are but know you aren't straight? Use queer. Not interested in listing labels? Queer. People around you don't understand the terms of the LGBTQ+ community? Queer is very easy to understand.

Queer has not and will never be on the same level as "faggot"

You want to know why? Because the word refers to the actual harm of queer people

Queer is akin to stupid in terms of how it's used. It's just a word to call someone strange

The term faggot comes from people rolling up queer people in carpets and lighting them on fire

The word is also used to refer to a cigarette or bundle of sticks in the UK area

Do you see the fucking difference

Queer just means weird or strange

Faggot originates from a term that came directly from the act of violence against a queer person.

I'm so tired of people conflating the two as if they're comparable

They aren't, learn your fucking history

14 notes • Posted 2021-08-29 15:07:51 GMT

#3

Oc post

I don't really post much of my art or anything on here, mainly because I forget to and get upset when it doesn't get attention

But let's make a post about my current sona, Soren!

Full Name: Bryn D. Soren

Pronunciation: Brin Dee Sor-in

Nickname(s): Jackrabbit, Bunny (Family and friends only)

Preferred Name: Soren

Age: 22

Sexuality: Panromantic; Demisexual 

Pronouns: They/Them

Height: 4’11” (5’4” as a rabbit)

Weight/Build: Slim 

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: Upper back is littered with scars, Top surgery scars

Notable facts: Ate the rabbit rabbit devil fruit and is able to switch between 3 forms; Human, Midway, Animal 

15 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 01:07:36 GMT

#2

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17 notes • Posted 2021-07-04 19:27:17 GMT

#1

I haven't posted art on here in a hot minute so I guess y'all get a mini-dump

I've been really into One Piece and have been for a good while. It's become a special interest and drawing things pertaining the show is comforting. The only thing is, I haven't been super happy with my humanoid art as of late. The solution? Furries!

First is my biggest piece I've done in a couple weeks with Corazon, Law, and my OC, Soren

This was a major comfort art thing for me during a depressive episode with a heaping helping of self-shipping

Next up is designs

I don't have an official reference for Law but I will at some point

Corazon, a happy little deer man

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39 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 03:09:59 GMT

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[inkstainedfingersfabray]

Getting To Know Me: Juliette Celeste Fabray

Do you believe it’s okay to tell a lie and under what circumstances? Normally, no. Ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine (etc) percent of the time lies and lying are a terrible thing... but that umpty zero point one percent where the truth would cause more pain than the lie to other people (that’s the key thing, pain to you doesn’t count), that might be the exception.

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Neither. Or both. I am an Ambivert.

Have you ever been arrested and why? Nope. Not arrested.

What kind of relationship do you have with God? A personal one, thank you for asking. (She says hi, by the way.)

If you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would you say? That would be a toss up between “I need more sentences” and one really, really, really long, run-on sentence.

What do you think is the meaning of life? To be happy, and make other’s happy, by being the best darn you you can be.

What is your favorite color? It’s still Peach. (And they’re still delicious.)

Which movies do you absolutely hate? Bad ones. Like so-bad-they-aren’t-even-good-at-being-bad, bad. And scary ones.

What is your favorite food(s)? You might want to settle in because this could take awhile if you want a proper list. But to save us both time I’ll just say, “Anything my Momma cooks”, and Poutine.

How often do you exercise? What are your exercise goals? I don’t really exercise. Not like go to the gym and lift weights, anyway. I do run around a lot (but not so much these last few weeks because I’ve spent most of my time writing so it’s pretty much just been the running I do to get to class or work). Mostly my goal when I am running is just to burn off excess energy (I may be a teeny bit overly invigorated at times.) I did visit a friend’s gym a few times, he offered to teach me some flips and stuff, but it’s been a while since I did that.

How many times have you moved in your life? Pretty much just the once when I came out here for school.

When you were a child, what did you dream of being when you grew up? Author. (And that dream is coming true! YAY ME! Also, thank you Santana)

What is the worst thing that ever happened to you? I guess that depends on what you consider to be ‘worst’. I mean, finding out I had a whole other family that I didn’t know about for my whole life was pretty shit unpleasant and felt like a kick to the head times a few dozen... but I got two sisters out of it and at least one of them is pretty awesome so it wasn’t completely terrible.

Who did you take to the prom in high school? I think I was technically the one taken, since I was the one asked to prom and not asking someone to prom, so... no-one.

How did you meet your current significant other? He was a gift when I was still in diapers. (Shout out to you, Mr Porkers!) Seriously though, I don’t have a significant other, current or otherwise.

Do you have any medical problems, diseases, injuries? Like right this second? No. Not that I know of, anyway (knock on wood).  Unless you count my eyes. I was diagnosed with mixed astigmatism when I was seven and have had to wear corrective lenses (or contacts--I love my contacts) ever since.

Do you have any distinguishing marks on your body (a mole, a birthmark, a missing finger, a tattoo, etc.)? Everyone has a birthmark, don’t they? That’s why they call them birthmarks. Mine is actually a couple of different spots that look kind of like a smiley face and no you can’t know where it is on my body. I also have a scar on my back. It’s not big, maybe two inches long (it’s on my back so I can’t measure it) and sort of slopes up going left to right. It’s on the left side of my back, about two hands up from my hip. If I have any other marks, I don’t know about them. 

What kind of house/apartment do you live in? University Dorm (with no kitchen!).

What kind of car do you own? The invisible kind. Like Wonder Woman’s jet. (I don’t own a car.)

Do you have any pets? Only if you count dust bunnies under my bed.

#eventwhatif #p: the more you know #event: getting to know me

[emphatically-enthusiastic]

Good News (Race x reader)

Request: Race x reader with the soulmate au where you have your soulmates name written on you. but the thing is, race goes by race (not his real name, anthony. according to the movie) so the reader doesn’t know it’s him? -Anon

[My computer crashed while writing this so I had to rewrite it. I am not a happy bunny.] [Update: I finished this like two days ago and FORGOT to post it I’m such a fake writer I’m sorry. -Fiona]

Anthony. The name you’ve known all your life. Everyone grows up with two names, their own and their soulmates. Their soulmate’s name inscribed on their wrist, always the left, like a birthmark.

So, somewhere out there, there was a boy called Anthony who you were destined to be with. That was always a strange thought to you, almost daunting. You’re not supposed to go looking for a soulmate, it’s always a chance meeting. And you were no different.

You were getting a newspaper for your parents, as you did every day. You got your paper from the same newsboys, always Buttons, Jack, or Albert. All big flirts, of course. But it was such a sunny day today, the short walk to your usual’s selling spot wouldn’t be enough for you. You decided to take a different turn in your journey, newsies were everywhere so you’d have no trouble finding someone else to sell you your paper.

Sure enough, later on in the day when it had gotten cooler and you were done walking, there were several newsies on the street waving their papers.

As if reading your mind, a voice caught your attention, “You wantin’ a pape, miss?” The voice belonged to a newsboy.

…And damn, this boy was it. Blonde curls unneatly tucked into a typical newsboy cap. He was smiling at you, and as you looked at him he put a cigar in his mouth. You walked sheepishly towards him.

“Hi. Uh yeah, I’ll have a paper, please.” You said shyly, the smile didn’t leave the newsie’s face.

“Sure thing, doll.” He replied with what must have been the thickest accent you’d ever heard. He handed over a newspaper and you gave him the money, which he tossed into the air and caught again, “You had that look about ya.”

“That look?”

“Like you were looking for something.” The boy told you, studying you inquisitively.

“A look of looking?” You repeated, laughing softly. “And you thought that thing was a newspaper?”

“Well if you’re lookin’ for sum’n and you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s some good news.” He replied, tapping the pape in your hands, “The headline’s nuttin’ special, but you see stories about…people savin’ kittens in trees and stuff.”

You laughed, the boy smiled again at his own words. God, he was awkward. A silence fell over you for a few seconds.

“Congratulations on winning the strike.” You said, remembering the conversation you’d had with Jack the day before.

Immediately the boy’s face lit up, “Thanks! Wanna see me in the pape?” He whipped out a single page from his pocket and unfolded it neatly. You recognized it as the front page from the New York Sun sometime the week before.

The boy pointed to one of the smiling faces on the page, “See dat? Dat’s me in the pape!” He declared with such excitement he was almost jumping on the spot.

“Aw, he’s doing it again!” Another boy shouted from across the road, another newsie.

“Quit botherin’ the customers, Race!” A third one yelled.

“Bother yoursel’, I’m famous!” Your newsboy yelled back, who you now knew as Race. The cigar was out of his mouth and wedged between the fingers of his balled fist to make a charming hand gesture to his pals.

“You all look great.” You chimed in, turning Race’s attention back to you.

“Thank you, madam. Can I count on your custom tomorrow? I won’t move from this very spot just for you.” Then Race clicked his heels and saluted proudly like a soldier. You laughed, but it was a nervous one… Wow, was it getting hot or was it just you? ….Or was it just him?

You broke out of your train of thought, he’s a charmer, it’s part of his job that’s all.

“We’ll see, Race.” You replied, a smile playing on your lips.

“I’ll be waiting.” You hear him call as you walk away.

You tried to stay away, you really did. The next morning you kept looking at your wrist. Anthony was out there somewhere and yet you couldn’t tear your thoughts away from this newsboy. Race wasn’t your soulmate, so why did you feel so connected to him? When you left the house that morning you weren’t even walking to get a paper but once you saw Race, exactly where he said he’d be, you couldn’t not speak to him again. He saw you approaching he waved, then wiped his hand on his pants, almost looking anxious.

“Hey, doll. Beautiful day, ain’t it?” He greeted, stretching his arms out, papes in hand.

“I guess.” You replied, looking up at the gray cloudy sky, “Not like yesterday, though. Any good news in the pape today?”

“Not much. But I gotsa special pape right here for ya anyways.” Race took a newspaper from the top of the pile but wouldn’t give it to you yet.

“What’s special about it?” You ask before mentally scolding yourself for sounding too flirtatious. Race smirked and lifted the paper to his lips, planting a kiss on it before giving it to you.

“That is.” He said smugly. You blushed madly, so did he. Then you both heard a wolf whistle from one of Race’s friends from the day before, not so subtly hiding behind a lamppost.

Race cleared his throat and looked at his shoes, “Anyway, it’s stupid, I know.”

“No, ignore him.” You said quickly, smiling reassuringly, “You’re sweet.”

Race was still looking down, but you saw the big grin spread across his face. Then he started walking around, but only ever a few steps away from you, sometimes tapping his feet on the paves, “So, I still don’t know your name, sweetheart.”

“It’s Y/N.” You said, you already knew to your disappointment that it wasn’t his name on your wrist, so you were surprised when Race almost tripped over nothing. He wobbled and looked at you with a new urgency in his eyes.

“Lemme see yer wrist.” Race said, speaking so fast it almost came out as one word.

You sighed, feeling a downward tug on your heart, “It’s not yo-”

“Anthony! My name’s Anthony!” He blurted, searching for a reaction on your face, and he saw what he was hoping for. “Please, lemme see.”

He reached his hand out between you, it was visibly trembling. Just as shaky you put your own hand in his. He turned it over to see the name etched into your skin, running his finger over the familiar letters. Without shifting his gaze from the name, he showed you his free hand with your name on his wrist.

“You asked sum’n about good news?” Race Anthony said, finally looking up from your arm with the biggest smile on his face.

You still had a gentle grip on his wrist, struggling to form words, “I- I am not entirely sure what’s going on.” You managed to say. Anthony laughed at the expression on your face.

“Yeah, sorry, musta been a shock. Race is a nickname… you should probably know I have a thing for gamblin’“

“I have never been so happy to hear that.” You said through a sigh, putting your hand on the back on his head and bringing his lips to meet yours. He immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

Then you heard the erupted applause of the crowd of newsies that had now gathered a few meters away from you.

“Extra, extra! A true miracle of God has happened this day, folks! Race has a gurlfriend!”

#i'm sorry this took 5000 years #newsies #newsies x reader #soulmate au #racetrack higgins #race higgins #race higgins headcanon #race x reader #jack kelly #davey jacobs #les jacobs #katherine plumber #oscar delancey #morris delancey #crutchie morris #newsie x reader #Emphatically newsies

[perfectlyhoney]

Macaroni and Cheese: What makes you think of your childhood?- old songs and locations that ive been to when I was younger

Spring Green: How do you relax when you’re stressed?- listen to music, sleep, talk to my mom or boyfriend, sex, etc.

Asparagus: What’s an unpopular opinion you have?- That apple juice is so much better than orange juice idc.

Bittersweet: Has someone you loved ever hurt you?- yes

Eggplant: Explain your url and avatar.- my url is basically embracing my skintone and also that I’m a honey at heart, which to me basically means I’m a good and understanding person.

Outer Space: Do you ever feel like you’re an outcast from others?- Not really however I choose to limit the people around me purposely

Cotton Candy: What is your favorite dessert?- omg the coconut talenti icecream and the mango talenti ice cream mixed together

Freckle: Do you have any marks on your skin? How do you feel about them?- I have a couple of birthmarks that I feel no way about, I forget theyre there

Shocking Pink: Is there a trait that you have that others don’t expect from you? -when people realize i can be really goofy they become surprised lol

Robin’s Egg Blue: If you were an animal, which one do you think would you be?- any big cat

Granny Smith Apple: What’s something everyone else likes that you don’t?- All these new trap artists that came out within the past couple of years, just aint doing it for me. 

Dandelion: What’s a pet peeve of yours?- Not cleaning up after yourself while at work. I work at a job that gets messy quick so i try to clean as I go, but sometimes other people dont. Also the sound of people biting their nails, and the sound of spitting ugh

Atomic Tangerine: What gets you motivated to do a difficult task?- seeing other people accomplish big things, also i just talk myself into it

Wisteria: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?- my self-awareness

Candy Apple: How do you think others view you?- different people view me different ways, some people think Im quiet and lowkey, some think im cool and goofy, some think Im snappy. funny thing is Im all of the above. Just depends

Plum: Are you insecure about anything?- my tummy needs to go away 

Sky Blue: Where do you feel the most at home?in my living room or my bedroom

Tickle Me Pink: How do you try to cheer others up when they’re sad?- give advice while being serious and making eye contact, talking about happy things afterwards

Wild Strawberry: Do you care what others think about you?- No

Glossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.- coconut oil. rose oil. Argan oil. aloe. All a must have.

World Wide Web Yellow: What was the last thing you looked up?- medical jobs

Shadow Blue: Do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of?- yes i can have a huge fit of rage if im provoked but that hasn’t happened in so long because of growth and glow

Electric Lime: What genre of music do you listen to?- r&b,rap, reggae/dancehall

Night Owl: Describe a very interesting dream that you had.- i have so many interesting and weird dreams its not even funny

Grasshopper Green: Describe the area where you live.- suburan/urban area average sized houses, a lot of dogs around

Misty Moss: Is there anything you regret?- Nope

Tiny Toad Brown: Do you find beauty in something that people consider to be ugly or undesirable?- I tend to find beauty in everything in the world except for pure evil.

Sunny Side Up: Do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in?- I struggle with choosing because waking up early feels good, and youre more likely to be productive, while on the other hand sleeping in feels so good when you need a break from being productive

Timberwolf: Do you give second chances when somebody has wronged you?- it depends on the way that they wronged me

Freshly Squeezed: What excites you?- money, adventures, sex and romance

Firefly Red: What gives you purpose?- my family 

Tiny Teapot Tan: Do you consider yourself to be attractive/cute?- yes

Rain Drop Blue: Describe the weather outside.- confusion

Sweet Pea Green: Do you have/want children?- no dont have, yes i do want

Pussywillow: Do you like being around others, or do you like being alone?- i dont mind the company of others, but i love to be alone so much more. theres a balance

Jack ‘O’ Lantern Orange: What’s your biggest fear and why?- failure, you only live one life

Baby Bunny Pink: Do you look young for your age, or do you look older than you are?- I think i look my age when i put on makeup but i look a bit younger with no makeup

Mystic Maroon: What confuses you, and why?- people confuse me. too much to explain honestly

Cosmic Cobalt: What’s your zodiac sign, and do you think it’s accurate?- scorpio, its on point

Mountain Meadow: Do you like taking care of others, or do you prefer being care of?- im usually the one to take care of others, i would like to be taken care of but to a certain extent.

Fuzzy Duckling Yellow: Is there something from childhood that you haven’t outgrown?- watching cartoons and playing video games

Brussel Sproutlet: Do you have any unhealthy habits?- snacking when i feel like it 

Periwinkle: What’s something ordinary that has personal meaning to you?- a ladybug

Mauvelous: Do you think you deserve a better life than you have now?- yes i believe so

Blueberry Blue: Do you get sad easily?- not really it depends on the situation

Purple Mountains Majesty: How does someone earn your respect?- by being honest, positive and ambitious

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic

I was talking to an online friend on Twitter not too long ago, and the subject of bad fanfiction came up. My friend had been reading “My Immortal” and losing his shit over it. I asked if he’d read “Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen” and it turned out he had not. He’d never even heard of it.

Indeed, while this story is one of the best-known badfics out there, it’s still considerably less popular than “My Immortal” is, and I think that’s a damn shame. This may be my personal favorite work of bad fanfiction; it’s a fantastic example of the “so bad it’s good” genre. Author BeckyMac666 writes like no other English-language writer has ever written, and this is both a good and a bad thing. She’s almost certainly a troll, given the blatant use of established badfic tropes and several parallels with “My Immortal,” but when you’re this good at being terrible it really doesn’t matter how serious you are about it.

For the record, there are folks who believe that this fic and “My Immortal” share an author, due to the aforementioned parallels. I personally don’t think that’s true, since the prose is very different, but if it amuses you to imagine that they’re written by the same person, be my guest.

Like virtually all Twilight badfic, this story is about a mysterious new girl arriving in Forks and shaking up Bella and Edward’s relationship by creating a love triangle. As usual, Bella is made out to be completely awful in the process, Jacob is largely forgotten about, and the protagonist may not be entirely human herself. This is far weirder, and more entertaining, than your average shitty Twilight fanfiction, though. Mark my words.

I first MSTed this fanfiction back on the old WordPress version of this blog, but, as that was a long time ago and I like to think I’m funnier nowadays, I rewrote most of my comments. It’s not wildly different, but hopefully it is an improvement over the old version.

AN hey guys this is the new improved verson of my story, hope its better this time!

I have no idea what the unedited version of this thing looked like, but I honestly can’t imagine it being any more ridiculous than the final story.

btw i am young and have dyslexia i find spellin hard but its meant2 be unformal ok !

Use spellcheck, you fool! Or get a proofreader!

no critisism pls!

Oops.

tis story goes out 2 my bf zac(kisses!) amd my besfreind Tiffi LOVE YA GRRRL!

The Tara parallel here is probably intentional. Zac never gets mentioned again, much like Tara’s boyfriend, but Tiffi isn’t Becky’s beta reader and they don’t have a spat partway through or anything of that sort.

EDWARD IS OUR GODD!(we wanna SEX him gud!)

Honestly, I think this is how all fanfiction should open. Just tell me straight-up what character you wanna bang before the story’s even started. Save us all some time.

love &blood becky mac! xxx x x xx

Aww. That’s kinda cute.

UPDATE: I have a proofreader and I have cleaned up the spelling and grammer on this chaptor a hell of a lot as you will see (thank u vickie!)

Yeah, Vickie, thank you. Looks like you’re doing a great job and you’ve got everything under control here.

i will be imrpoving the next chaptors soon.

Since this fic got “abandoned,” subsequent chapters have not actually been improved. Not that one can tell, anyway.

Altantiana

Yes, that is a typo of her OC’s name. Off to a great start.

Hey, my names Atlantiana Rebekah Loren (but everyone calls me Tiana or just plain Tiaa).

Virtually no one calls her Tiana during the course of the story. Just so you know. “Tiaa” isn’t a typo, either, though I have no idea why the author felt the need to add an extra A.

Notice the middle name? Subtle.

I am a 16 year old girl and I live in Forks, Washington!

This actually makes her a year younger than Bella, for the record.

My hair is long and pale like spun gold and skims to my waist like a pale shimmering amber mist.

It’s pale and it’s pale? Also, gold and amber are not the same color.

My eyes are deep forgetminot blue and my delicate fentures are lilly white and pure as the winter snow in moonlight.

I’ve been complimented on my fentures before too, but it’s nothing worth bragging about.

I've been told by loads of sleazy, ugly, HORNY guys that I'm real pretty and look like a model or a bunny girl (some of the guys who like me are really old and try to make opt with me its disgusting and weird!) but basically a lot of the girls I meet tell a different story.

Well, gee, after that modest description of yourself I’m shocked that boys think you’re attractive, Tiaa. You sounded so plain and ordinary.

Am guessing that the girls who don’t tell a different story are gay.

They say I'm too ivory white and ethereal and too skinny and that I look anorexic which i don't care about, but I think its seriously disrespectful to people with REAL eating disorders (btw i'm so totally not anorexic! I eat loads I just never gain weight and I'm not thin enough to be anorexic anyways, I think they were just being BIATCHES especially this one ratty brain called Ellie Mayfair who I hope freaking DIES in PAIN with SHIT ON HER FACE! Sorry, I'm not really such a batch but she is SO horrible if you met her you'd think the same!)

I hate when girls pick on me for being too ethereal.

Even though we’re using the “attractive character looks anorexic but isn’t” trope, and that’s obviously not so great, I guess it’s nice that Tiaa/Becky took the time to point out that the comparison is disrespectful to people who actually have anorexia or another eating disorder.

The bit about Ellie Mayfair is one of the best things I’ve ever read. I hope you guys all understand why I had to run this fic now.

Anyways I am quite tall and slim and but with really big boobs that I used to HATE because they look noticeable on my slender body and draw to much attention but now i like them and don't care who stares at me!

Ah, the “skinny yet improbably busty” body type. Strangely more common in fiction than in real life.

Tiaa totally does care who stares at her, by the way. As we’ll see shortly.

I have a lip ring and recently put black and indigo and magenta streaks in my long pale blond hair. I smell like mint and cinnamon.

I have no idea why we’re supposed to care about any of this, but I’m particularly unclear about why we should care what she smells like.

I wear mostly black and hot pink, deep purple and neon blue and listen to COOL music!

Tiaa’s specific music taste never comes up, to my recollection, but I’m betting My Chemical Romance is involved.

It is my first day at school in forks as I just moved here to live with new foster parents Dave and Marie. They are nice and all very hole some sweet people but it is not like having a real family.

Yeah, Tiaa is adopted. This is sort of plot-important later on, but we never get to learn much about her life prior to Dave and Marie.

I've been hurt to many times to let people close to me and I don't talk to them very much.

I mean… you just moved in with them.

My real mom died when I was born and I never knew my real dad. I sometimes wonder what he is like and if I will ever get to met him.

Foreshadowing!

Dave gave me a ride to school and I smiled faintly as he wished me good luck and I got out of the car and went into the school. Loads of people freaking stared at me as I walked down the hall.

Presumably because she’s too ethereal.

I was wearing tight black leather pants with silver chains at the waste and a red fishnet-like top and you could see my black lacy bra through it.

That could have something to do with why they’re staring.

I ignored whispers and the big pink cheerleader imbosils pointing at me. I was used to it and I paid no at-tension to the guys asking desperately for my number(like hell I'd even LOOK at the horny little donkeys!) and told a ditsy blond cheerleader called Jessica to STFU(!) when she called me a freak!

God I love this author’s writing style. Truly, no one has ever written like this, before or since. BeckyMac666 is one of the unsung geniuses of our time.

Next time she tries anything I'll hit her in the eye cause NO ONE messes with me nemore!

Most of the rest of the story is about various people messing with Tiaa. For the record.

My first day I was relay board, I sat gazing out of the window into the gray cloud-embittered sky for most of the morning, My teachers all looked at me disprovable but said nothing cause they probably new I was a foster kid and a Gothic and didn't want to upset me in case I cut them up as they slept,.

I’m a pretty big fan of the phrase “cloud-embittered,” although it is of course completely meaningless.

Hey, uh… why the hell hasn’t she gotten dress coded? I went to a private school and I guess our dress code was a bit stricter than most, but most high schools will get upset at teenage girls for not covering their knees and shoulders, let alone having any undergarments visible. Tiaa’s entire bra is showing through her fishnet top. This is a situation in which I think it’d be reasonable to ask her to change.

My ears are pierced four times, I have a tattoo of a scorpion(like S my birth-sign!) on my ankle and a Gothic cross on my shoulder, and on my hand i have a weird birthmark in the shape of a seven-pointed star that I've had all my life.

I don’t know why we’ve gone right back to (over)describing Tiaa, but I do think I should delete my entire OkCupid bio and replace it with this opening chapter.

Your probably wandering why I'm bothering to tell you this, well I tell you now I am no ordinary sixteen year old girl.

Could’ve fooled me!

I have a secret, a dark and forbidden secret witch I am only just beginning to understand. When I sleep I hear whispers in another language and even though I understand them at the time, when I wake up i can't remember it!

That’s nothing. I had a dream once where I explained the meaning of Nirvana lyrics to somebody (obviously not possible in real life), and I couldn’t remember my explanation when I woke up either.

I also see weird faces in my dreams that fade to nothingness when I open my eyes and I swear out the corner of my eye my birthmark glows shocking bright gold and gets relay hot sometimes but when I look properly it is back to normal boarding scar-color!

I’d like to remind you that this is set in the Twilight universe. It’s already got magical creatures, and there are rules established about their abilities, appearances, and behavior. Tiaa is clearly not quite human, but she doesn’t seem to be a vampire, a half-vampire, or a werewolf. She’s completely unique within her universe, for no defined reason, and the rules governing other nonhumans don’t apply to her.

Like, the physical description and the obvious homage to “My Immortal” already made it clear that this girl is a Mary Sue, but this author clearly gets that Sue status isn’t just about looking unreasonably pretty. It’s about defying the rules of canon. Tiaa’s outstanding at that, as you’ll see later on.

I am really gracefull like the running anti-lopes when I run very fast and am stronger and faster than most people.

God, what a sentence.

I used to just think i was relay athletic but now I'm not so sure, I think there might be something else at work, something so much more mysterious and eeire.

Something like… bad writing?

The truth hovers so softly on the brink of my memory sometimes but if only i could remember the weird things that clung to the edge of my mind as I slept!

There are so many bad fanfics where the prose is bare-bones, with few or no adjectives/adverbs and simple sentence structure. BeckyMac666 tends in the opposite direction, and it’s awesome. Everything is phrased as though it’s super dramatic, nonsense metaphors abound, and our author has clearly never met an adjective she didn’t like. Hey @ aspiring trollfic authors: take note. This is how you write an entertaining badfic.

At lunch I sat alone in the corner and scanned the cafeteria quietly with my eyes smoldering dark blue beheath my long black lashes and my slim thighs curled under me.

Also a big fan of how Tiaa always talks about herself as though she’s checking herself out.

It was the n I noticed an unbelievably jaw-droopingly hawt HAWT HAAAAAAAAWT dude with tusseted blondey-brown hair, golden yellow eyes like wells of hot caramel and pale sexy features. He was tall and mussel and looked like he was wearing eyeliner and my body got hot and cold all at once as I looked at him.

Kind of like an erection only she’s a girl so she didn’t get one you sicko.

I'd never felt this way about anyone before and I'd totally never felt this weird feeling that I'd met someone before but I had no idea where and i knew it was impassible because I'd freaking remember someone THAT hawt!

Foreshadowing! Again!

A girl sat next to him with long brown hair with her arms dripped over him like a freaking flesh-eating plant so i thought well whatevah, hes taken.

Straight-up one of the greatest similes I’ve ever seen. Like, I study English literature and I don’t think I’ve ever read a metaphor better than that one. I’m not joking, it’s brilliant.

She wasn't nearly as hawt as he was, she wasn't ugly though. I figured I was maybe prettier then her. I never really saw myself as beautiful but i'd guessed from thinks others had said, plus this girl wasn't great looking but anyways I'd never try to pilch with another girls' BF cause thats just low.

The modesty act might be a little more convincing if we hadn’t just read several paragraphs of Tiaa talking about how hot she is.

So I got up to leave the hall thinking I'd go and smoke some bald drugs in the locker room while no one was there.

Hey, what’s a “bald drug”? I go to a liberal arts college and I’ve watched the entirety of Breaking Bad multiple times, so you think I’d have heard of it.

As I waked over to he exit I couldn't help but notice the hawt pale guys musky eyes as they met mine.

Musk is a substance some male animals secrete for scent-marking purposes. The word comes from the Sanskrit for “scrotum.” Thought you all should know.

I locked away hurriedly. I smocked dope in the locker room for a bit then I wondered to my next class.

This bitch just hotboxed a locker room on her first day of school. 

I bumped into someone in the corridor and my bocks fell everywhere! FRICK! FRICK! FRIIIICKK!

Remember that this is the beta-read version of the chapter.

"WTF!" I screamed loudly, "watch where your FREAKING going you asshole!" (i have anger problems)

So you know how self-insert characters, particularly Sues, often have self-proclaimed “anger issues”? I wanna talk about that, actually, because it’s a trope I see not only in fanfiction but in published fiction, and it honestly bugs me.

In real life, anger issues are a totally legitimate character flaw, and one that can have serious negative consequences in-universe. A character with a bad temper may make rash decisions, screw up their relationships with others, have trouble holding down a job, get in trouble with the law, and so on; people who have anger problems are often mentally ill and/or traumatized, too, and the anger may be just the tip of the iceberg. Many morally ambiguous characters, well-written ones, have trouble with anger. There’s nothing wrong with this trope when it’s executed correctly.

In the hands of a less-than-competent writer, however, anger issues are the opposite of a problem, because the character’s show of anger will invariably cause others to back down or apologize and there will be no negative consequences. Writing a character who’s so sweet and charming that they always get their way has exactly the same effect, but as that trope falls out of style “anger issues” has taken its place and the authors who write these characters have no idea that they’re doing the same thing as the trope they thought they were avoiding.

Of course, this is the work of a troll, and the use of this trope is almost certainly intentional, but there are way too many authors who employ it unironically as a way to give a “flaw” to a character that even they realize is bordering on unrealistic.

"I'm so so sorry" he said in a voice like wet heaven "please forgive me my lady”

Author’s so fond of weird phrases that I have no idea whether or not “wet heaven” is intended as innuendo.

It was the hawt pale guy!

Dun dun dunnnn!

Next chapter

#forbidenfruit.mst #fandom:twilight #halfworld.mst

[iamthechocobabe]

We All Have Battle Scars

I am pumping out these chapters like a...I lost it. 

AU based on: We Intertwined

We All Have Battle Scars

~Chapter 7~

SFW

Word Count: 1,662

Alaea stood there for a minute, not registering what was happening before it all began to click, her face falling as the realization hit her. The soulmate mark looked just like hers, except mirrored. Alaea knew her mark by heart by looking through two mirrors to see it and would trace the outline of her mark on the back of her neck every day for as long as she could remember. She never actually believed she would meet her soulmate, not really...

Prompto turned around and looked at Alaea, but she didn't register that he was looking. All she could think was 'this guy-this guy-is supposed to be my soulmate?' 

"You're gonna catch flies," Prompto tried to joke, but Alaea continued to stand there, completely stupefied. 

Finally, she felt herself reacting, though it was like she was moving in slow motion; she grabbed Prompto and dragged him over to the pens where they kept the Chocobos, more specifcally, a mirror that was besides the pen. 

"Turn around," she was talking but she couldn't remember thinking of the words before they came out of her mouth. When you talk, you think of the words, then speak them, but the thinking process was no longer in Alaea's brain. "Hold up your hair-wait, lemme see your phone," 

Prompto looked confused, but did what she said without questions. He unlocked his phone and handed it to her before turning around and holding his hair up so she could see the mark. She pulled up his camera and turned the front camera on, ignoring her initial reaction of flinching at her face and held the camera up so she could see the back of her head in the mirror. 

"I can't believe it, either," Prompto said softly, as if to assure her it was true. "Soulmates aren't very realistic anymore but I always felt like if I met you, we would be...well, we'd be great. I can't believe it's actually-" 

Alaea looked at the mirror through his phone, but she couldn't see the mark very well. Giving up, she saw her dad nearby and beckoned him over, knowing he'd be able to tell. "Is it true?" She turned around and moved her hair so he could compare the two marks side by side. 

"It's true," Wiz said, without really looking at the mark. Alaea turned around, first pissed that he knew without looking, then realizing why Wiz was so sure by the look on his face. 

"You...you knew?!" Alaea gaped at her father, who stood there looking worried that his daughter was about to spontaneously combust. 

"I saw his mark yesterday," 

"We've met before," 

Alaea looked at Prompto, her face still processing what he was saying. "What? When? How?" 

"I don't remember how or when, but I remember you telling me about your soulmate mark. I remember you saying that your soulmate would kill all the bugs in the world for you," 

"YOU," Alaea gasped, her hands going to her mouth and finally recognizing those familiar blue eyes, those freckles. He was thinner and didn't have glasses, but it was him. "That little blonde boy...that was you," 

Her soulmate was real-she had always assumed it was some stupid legend, but it was real. The thing was real, her mark was real...

The thing that tore her family apart was real. 

"This is insane," Again, the words left her mouth, but she didn't register the words in her brain as they tumbled out. 

Prompto laughed a little. "Yeah, it is pretty insane, isn't it? But we're here now, we finally found each other-"

"This is insane," Alaea interrupted him and looked at him, her eyes wild with fear and confusion. "You're insane," 

"Alaea?" Prompto tried to talk more, but Alaea wasn't giving him an opportunity-she ran straight for her house and slammed the front door.

.... .... .... Freaking IDIOT.

Wiz wanted to strangle Prompto Argentum-the kid had blown it, plain and simple. Wiz had assumed that because Prompto was realistic in what he wanted in a soulmate that he would be smart enough to not jump straight into a relationship with his soulmate. Maybe that was Wiz's fault for not being more clear, but it wasn't like this was a few hundred years ago; people just didn't fall into bed with their soulmates anymore!! 

Without thinking, Wiz went up to Prompto and smacked him in the back of the head. "What in the name of Sam Hell were you thinking?!" 

"Of Sam...what?" Prompto looked lost-how could he be lost?! What was with this kid?? 

"You don't just assume that because you're soulmates that you two will be together forever, Gods," Wiz said and left to go after his daughter. 

She wasn't in her room or anywhere in the house and Wiz could only think of one place she would go. 

Wiz went into the back pantry where there was a large grate that covered an air duct that lead to the AC unit out back; the grate was pushed to the right and air flowed freely into the room without the grate to catch any dust particles. Alaea hadn't gone in there since was eight, but it was large enough to fit an adult so he figured Alaea could still fit in there. 

He bent down and saw Alaea curled up into a ball in the air duct, dust bunnies melding with her hair. No questions asked, he sat down and reached out to touch her shoulder to comfort her. 

"Soulmates are bullshit, dad," Alaea said and he could hear her trying not to cry. "I know that's how you met mom, but it's true, okay? It's total and complete bullshit; soulmates don't exist, at least not the concept we know of," 

Wiz patted her shoulder gently and sighed. "Chocobee, just because it didn't work out between your mother and I doesn't mean soulmates are a dead dream-" 

"Didn't work out? Didn't work out???" Alaea looked up at her dad, two streams of tears on her face and her nose running like crazy. "Is that what you call it? I think stealing whatever money you have and abandoning your daughter at a gas station after doing so isn't called 'not working out', it's called completely fucked up!" 

"That's not what I meant, Ali, and you know it," Wiz sighed. "Just like there are bad people with soulmate marks, there are good people with soulmate marks-you have to find out for yourself if your soulmate is a bad or good person," 

"What kind of person automatically assumes I'll fall into their arms just because of a similar birthmark? That's fucking insane-" 

"It doesn't make him a bad person, Chocobee-makes him a little naive and maybe a bit stupid, but it doesn't make him a bad person," Alaea shook her head and wiped her face, so Wiz reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and handed it to Alaea. "How do you know if you don't give him a chance?" 

Alaea shook her head and rubbed her temples. "But dad, he's so...so..." 

Wiz raised his eyebrow and looked at his daughter with anticipation. "So...?" 

"So...dad, he's so blonde!" 

Wiz paused and thought this out before smiling a little. "He is pretty blonde, isn't he?" 

Alaea laughed a little, now looking slightly cheered up. "He is the blondest motherfucker I have ever met," 

Wiz pat her shoulder comfortingly. "It'll work itself out, Chocobee. It always does," Then he held out his hand for the money. "Swear jar,"

Alaea woke up that morning feeling peaceful, feeling happy that another bright day on her dad's Chocobo ranch was in full swing. The Behemoth was gone, the Chocobos were back out in full force, maybe soon they'd have enough money to get the renovations for the resturant like originally planned. It was going to be a great day...

Then Alaea remembered what happened yesterday-the soulmate mark. 

Alaea groaned and pulled her pillow over her head; she was gonna have to face him. Was he still leaving today? She wondered if she could just stay in her room until he eventually left...by the Six, she didn't know what to do. 

She left the room and found an old face she hadn't seen in awhile-Ms. Lonnie. She had been over the Chocobos when Alaea was young, but had left the Outpost when Alaea was fifteen. She only just recently came back with her daugther, Libby, but Alaea had really been too busy to see them or even acknowledge their return. 

When Alaea walked in, Lonnie's grey eyes lit up with excitement. Her kind face would always brighten with the idea of gossip, but Alaea was quick to shut her down. "I'm not telling you anything, so you might as well leave," 

"You found your soulmate, though!" Lonnie patted Alaea on the arm. "And he's so cute too! Gods, you are lucky-" 

Alaea poured herself some coffee and grabbed a bagel from the pantry. "I don't feel lucky-confused, irritated a little...not lucky," 

"You are gonna have the cutest blonde babies!" 

"Gods, no, ew," Alaea shuddered. "The only thing worse than blondes are blonde babies,"

Lonnie frowned and pointed to her own greying strawberry blonde hair. "I was a blonde baby, thank you," 

"No, I thought you were a redhead," Alaea said sarcastically as the doorbell interuppted their bickering. "Who would that be at this time of morning?" 

"What are you gonna do?" Lonnie asked. "You should talk to my daughter, Libby, she'd love to plan your wedding-" 

"Six, Lonnie, will you calm down?" Alaea went to answer the door and continued to talk over her shoulder. "No one's said anything about weddings-he's leaving today, he's probably already left," 

Alaea opened the door and was greeted with a handful of wildflowers that Alaea recognized from a grove not too far away. They were practically shoved in her arms and Alaea stood back to see Prompto standing nervously but still managing to bounce excitedly on his toes. 

"Morning, Alaea! How about a date?"

#ffxv #ffxv fanfiction #prompto #prompto argentum #prompto argentum soulmate au #soulmate au #because baby you're a fiiiiiiiiirework #come on let your coooooooolors burst