#'why is the illustration late' ummm

[bitter-rabbitholes]

From the lovely sisters, Rachel and Anne

#me wonderingbhm how can i center women in this #alsoo i didnt feel like drawing ciel yet #his bangs are annoying lol #'why is the illustration late' ummm #it was a tough birth I'd let them recuperate for a day 👍 #kuro #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #rachel phantomhive #b.png #o!ciel #madam red

[the-fiction-witch]

Come On

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUT AF!!!!!!

I sighed having finished all my filming for today and luckily I had a day off tomorrow so I got my costume and my make up off heading to the little mini bus to take me back to the hotel, my bones aching and my head throbbing from the busy day.

"Hey you, good job today" a voice said making me look as someone else climbed in and sat beside me 

"Hi Thomas" I smiled trying to hide my blush as I was still not used to being around him yet 

"Hey, you tried?"

"Yeah"

"It never gets easier hun" he laughs "want one?" He Asks offering his little ciggerette box full of ones he has already rolled 

"No thanks" 

"Alright, you heading back for dinner?" He asks as the bus began heading off towards our hotel 

"Yeah probably just going to eat in my room and get an early night" 

"Awww your really that tried?" He laughs "hey how about you come down and have dinner with me?"

"No it's okay thanks Thomas" 

"Alright, hey if you're really tried and you really ache after today, can I give you some advice?"

"Sure"

"Hot tub"

"What?"

"Most of not all hotels we stay in have hot tubs go down the spa and chill out after a long day, you can even sit in them with a nice glass of wine" he explained

"It's the spa and stuff closed this time of day?"

"If you ask them really nicely they'll open it up for you" he winked "I'd you want I could go down first and make them open it up for us"

"I'll think about it" 

"Alright, well we both have a day off tomorrow anyway so, I'll see you around" he says as we stopped at the hotel he gave my cheek a kiss before getting out and going inside. I took my things and headed up to my hotel room having some dinner and watching tv my body did ache and I didn't feel like climbing into the little bath tub in my bathroom so I got my little bathing suit and a towel slipping on my little dress heading down to the spa, I heard the sounds of water inside so I went in even if the lights where off but the ones inside the pools and hot tub. Longers all around the room and the sound of the buseling bubbles going in the hot tub and I saw someone in there 

"Ohh I'm sorry-" I began

"Ohh hey you" Thomas smiled at me 

"Hi" I smiled blushing hard

"You coming in?" He asks 

"Sure" I nodded slipping my dress off leaving it on one of the loungers with my towel, I felt eyes burning into my skin as I did. I went over his face illustrated from the lights in the water below the bubbles around his slender frame some fabric beside the tub I could only assume to be his shirt his hair a little wet on the tips where he clearly hadn't actually swam or anything yet. I climbed in across him him trying to put as much distance between us as I could my body relaxing instantly in the warm cosy bubbles. I could feel his eyes on me as I sat there relaxing 

"Hey you… wanna come over here and adjust the bubbles or anything?" He suggested fiddling with the controls a little 

"I'm good Thomas"

"You wanna… come over here and warm up a little?" He suggested 

"I'm okay, thank you"

"Come on, just come over here you look so lonely over there" he says so I giggled a little and moved around to sit beside him and instantly I felt his arm wrap around me "there, that's better isn't it?" He smirked 

"I guess so" I nodded still bright red 

"Why are you so nervous around me?"

"I don't know,"

"I'm just a person y/n. No better or worse the you, you don't have to get all blushy and nervous around me" he explained "still I do think it's adorable" he smiled but before I could even process his words me moved tightening his arm around me and kissing my lips I instantly pulled back moving putting a little distance between us "what's wrong?" He asked seeming confused

"Mr Sangster you have a girlfriend!" I yelped still trying to move away but I noticed whenever I moved he moved gown we where in a circular hot tub it's not exactly like I had alot of places to run 

"Well… my girlfriend isn't here" he smirked grabbing my waist and tickling me 

"Noo Thomas stop" I managed to get out between my giggles from his tickling of my bare skin  kicking my feet a little still trying to move away now mostly from his tickling but between his tickling just as I was about to say something else I felt his hand leave my waist and without a second between his hand pinched my butt "ahh! Thomas!" I yelled pushing him away and hiding up the other end of the hot tub 

"Aww your adorable when you get all flustered" he smirked moving closer to me playing with my hair "come on, I just wanna have a little fun" he says sitting beside me and keeping an arm around me 

"Like what?"

"Like maybe you could give me a hand with something" he says taking my hand giving it a kiss and moving it under the bubbles instantly I knew what was going on as he smirked at me and my hand met his stiff hard erection, 

"You where naked in here!"

"No rule that says I can't be"

"What- what where you doing before I got here?"

"Humm what do you think I was doing?" He smirked gently moving his hand and my own "ummm you've been teasing me for a week. How am I meant to be expected to contain myself looking at you in a sexy little swimsuit" he smirked I moved my hand away but he pulled me tight against him "come on, why don't we have a little fun?" He smirked 

"Like?"

"Like… how about you show me what you where up to last night?" 

"What?"

"Late last night, when I was sat in bed listening to those… gasps and groans thought the wall" he smirked and I panicked "ohh come on like you don't listen to me?"

"No I uhh no I don't"

"You dirty little liar' he smirked I tried moving away but any time I did he grabbed me again grabbing my boobs, my butt anything he could get his hands on. Even if I kept pushing him off 

"Hands too yourself" I told him 

"Like your not begging for it?" He whispered pulling me tighly against him so I had no escape from him as he kissed down my neck leaving a hiki on my throat "go on then, get out? Go back to your room? Nothing stopping you?" He suggested "except of course that slutty little pussy begging to be fucked already" he smirked grabbing my pussy thought my swimsuit bottoms rubbing his thumb on my clit 

"Thomas!" I said in shock 

"What? Awww it's okay baby, I like how slutty and desperate your little pussy is" he smirked "so? You wanna sit on a jet till you cum or would you rather just bounce on my hard cock?" He growled 

"Thomas I uhh I think I should go back-" I began trying to move away

"Ohh come on we where just starting to having fun" he smirked pulling me close again "how about if I do this?" He smirked and before I could react he had the top of my bikini in his hand I screamed and covered myself with my hands but that only made him look more as he held my bikini top moving away till he sat back in the edge again "you want it?" He smirked "then go get it baby" he winked throwing my top completely across the room 

"Thomas give me my top back" I whine 

"Why? You look so much more beautiful this way" he smirked pulling my hands away so he could see my bare breasts moving slightly from the bubbles "uughhhmmm so beautiful, maybe I should fuck these instead" he smirked grabbing my breasts tenderly fondling them in his hands, squeezing and groping them as he pulled me ever close to him till my breasts where against his chest "you've been teasing me so badly baby, come on. Let me fuck your cunt. I'll make you cum, I promise" he smirked "come on don't you crave me beautiful?" He whispered and I felt.my whole body shiver with those words "awww I felt your pussy react that time. You like what I talk dirty to you?" He smirked slapping my arse "now, get these off we can really have some fun" he smirked pulling my bikini bottoms and letting them go again causing them to snap on my butt 

"Thomas I dont know" I blushed 

"Aww come on, really? Your still shy? Even with your tits out? Alright fine. I can work with that" he smirked pushing my buttons off and throwing them in the general direction of my top and before I could say another word he forced himself inside me instantly I grabbed hold of him feeling him so big inside me stretching me out to his size "ummm so tight and wet baby. Maybe that's what you like? Not getting a choice? Having a big strong man do it all for you, so all my pretty baby's gonna do is look sexy and get pleasure?" He smirked "well don't scream too loud don't want someone to find us now so we?" He smirked holding my hips and moving me ontop of him as he lustfully kissed my lips to keep me quiet, I did my best not to screen but it was impossible he went from tip to hilt over and over giving me no second of rest, his speed mercilous like he didn't care about me at all, I was just a toy to be used, just a pussy for him to fuck to get his frustration out I was lost in my own little world feeling him inside me and him kissing me so attentively the warm bubbles around us the splashing of the water as I moved, when suddenly he bit my bottom lip and suddenly stopped his hips jerking in odd uncontrollable out of rythum ways burring himself deeper inside me then anyone had before, as I felt him fill me up and hold me tightly "fuck baby" he smirked gasping for breath "ummm your pussy feels so good, I wanna fuck it forever" he smirked rubbing in my clit "my little baby wanna cum too? Or should I make you wait till tomorrow night and fuck you all over again?" He suggested 

"I'm okay" I nodded in shock and in exaughtion. I moved away and climbed out doing my best to hide myself grabbing my towel to wrap around me while I went looking in the dark spa for my bikini 

"Hey? Baby?" Thomas asked making me turn to see him now stood not far from me completely naked making me turn away again "what a little help?"

"Sure you know where you threw it" I explain

"I did mean with your bikini baby" he smirked wrapping his arms around me I went to move away but he kept hold of my towel making me squeal as I moved away now completely naked infront of him "ummm you look even better out the water" he smirked forcing me down in one of the loungers to lay down in the reclined chair I went to move his hands away but he slapped them away getting on his knees and forcing my legs as open as they could go "uhhh fuck! Your pussy looks so beautiful" he growled before burring his head between my legs his hands keeping my legs apart and kissing my clit and pussy, his tongue rubbing all the spots that made me squeal experimenting a few times to see what made me scream more 

"Uhh Thomas!" I gasped trying to push him away but he wouldn't have it any time I tried he would suck in my clit giving me no escape from the pleasure 

"Come on baby. Cum for me" he growled between kisses 

"Thomas stop please I'm gonna-" I begged 

"Umm cum for me baby, cum against my face you horny sexy dirty little slut" he growled sucking hard in my clit as as he did my orgasum erupted out of me like a firework screaming loudly squirting and clamping my thighs around his head he moved back leaving me laid naked against the lounger covered in my own jucies and what had leaked from where he came inside me earlier my legs wide no strength to move them gasping for breath trying to calm down "ummm fuck it come here!" He growled getting on top of my body forcing himself inside again holding my thighs almost trying to wrap athens around himself but like he didn't even have time to do that, the second he was inside me his rappid mercilous pass began all over again and in my post orgasmic state it was sending me to another planet screaming, moaning, not caring who would hear us "ughhh fuck! Your so wet! Your dripping for me baby, come on, scream, cum around my cock you little slut," he smirked "let me cum inside your little whore of a cunt twice tonight" he smirked slapping my arse getting faster and faster which somehow tipped me into my second meer moment from my last 

"aahhhh!! Thomas!" I screamed pulling him to kiss me, tightening myself around him which got him there too holding my thighs high to burry his cock as deep inside me as humanly possible filling me again so much the moment he pulled out half his second load leaked out onto the lounger 

"Fuck… y/n your amazing baby" he smirked getting up fixing his hair a little and slipping his swimming trunks on "see you tomorrow y/n, your room" he winked "I wanna do that again" he smirked giving me a kiss before he took his things and went back to his hotel room.

Leaving me naked and exposed against the lounger covered in our jucies in my own little world my body in a whole other state of relaxed.

#tbs #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster smut #thomas #thomas sangster x reader #thomasbrodiesangster #thomassangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut

[weeklyfangirl]

Frat Boy Pt. 21

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 , part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19 , part 20

HI LOVIES. Please enjoy a Friday update on the Frat Boy universe. This one is a bit of a breather after the TUMULTUOUS ANGST of the last chappie. Shorter than my usual, but it’s all the chapter needed. Tons more y/n and Harry interaction on the way in the next! Have a safe and happy day loves xx

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Things I want:

Live a life that helps others

Financial freedom

Experience a great love

Visit the the Pincio Gardens in Italy

To have more dreams and fewer nightmares

Doodle more

Acquire a first edition book, either because an old  friendly man who owns an antique bookshop decides to give it to me in a bonding moment, or because I have accomplished #2 and I am celebrating being a Boss Bitch

To be happy

Please note: not necessarily in that order

 It was taped above my desk, waiting for me to bring it in to the next session. I hesitated to write number 6. It was a dream I hardly entertained after committing my scholarly life to pursue medicine. I used to love to doodle. All the time. Since elementary school. I doodled so much my mom dedicated a wall in the house to my illustrations. She hung a sign above it that affectionately said “Y/N’s Doodles.” Seriously, you couldn’t get me to stop. Even if it was gross sappy sketches of my crush Billy who I would NEVER show on the playground at recess.   

 My doodling stopped how these things normally do. Because life grew busier than anything else, and the sketchpad and easel my dad had bought for me at a garage sale became ignored, collecting dust in the corner of my room. At some point, it’d become a year since I’d drawn anything, and then it was two, and three, and by this point I’d realized I was the one who’d need to create her own stability in life and medicine was the more logical fit. It wasn’t that I didn’t see the value in drawing anymore, I just had other things take up my time. It became a comfort just knowing I used to draw. Paul had paved his way, and now I was on my way to do the same. At least with medicine, my soul felt fed. It was almost comfort enough. 

  “oH WE GOT A ROGUE ONE.” 

 A flying toenail hit my eye. 

 “WHAT THE-” I flailed my arms, as though there were a thousand more coming. Renny’s mouth opened in shock, her guilty body hunched over her bent leg. Clippers in hand.  

 “Sorry!!” Renny burst up laughing.

 “oH MY GOSH CAN YOU DO THAT OVER A TRASH CAN OR SOMETHING?!” 

 “IT HAD A MIND OF ITS OWN!!” she screamed back. 

 I blinked rapidly, my left eye watering up and spilling painless tears. “Well I’m going to have conjunctivitis at the studio later. Or I’ll be stumbling in blind.” I wiped it away.

 I heard another clip and she put up her hands with another giggle. 

 “All done. And you won’t stumble, I’m going to be there.” Renny extended her leg, her perfectly trimmed foot nearly touching the ceiling.

 “You’re just going to solicit Zayn to be his next subject.” 

 “Maybe,” her grin grew devious. “But also because I want to see if he captured the angelic beauty and complex nymph nuances of my best friend.” 

 I put a hand to my chest, still aching from uncertainty. “Honored.” 

 “Want to watch another episode until it’s time to go?” 

 This whole lazy morning had been an OC Housewives bingefest. She’d seen it on my homepage and had a complete spazz, twitching whilst proclaiming but i’ve been trying to get you to watch this show for YEARS!! When she saw the old season I was on, though, she didn’t have to question why her pestering had miraculously worked. She didn’t mention him aloud besides giving me a pointed look. And so, we watched it, even though I wasn’t really in the mood to see anything about Harry right now. It’d hurt more than I thought to walk away from him last night, and to see how sad he looked when I did. 

 After last night, he hadn’t posted anything to social media. He’d called, twice, but I knew he was drunk, or worse, and I was tired, and whatever he would say he could tell me in the morning. Even though I knew he wouldn’t. 

 And he didn’t. 

 And therein lay the problem. 

 It hurt to see his family on my little box of a computer screen, weird to see his life and get glimpses of his childhood. I felt like a hacker spying on home videos. But then I reminded myself that thousands of people had already done the same. At this point, it was just… morbid curiosity.

 “Nah, I don’t know if I can handle any more of that right now. Dr. Rhinecuff is going to yell at me if I don’t return these scanned copies to him by Monday.” 

 “Ew, he smells like meat.” 

 “RENNY!!” 

 “I’m just saying. That one time I went with you it smelled like pastrami in his office. He has a PhD, but isn’t with-it enough to buy air freshener.”

 “He likes pastrami sandwiches, let him live.” 

 She scrolled on her phone, not bothering to respond, and my gaze turned to the window. 

 “Hey Renny?” 

 “Hm.” 

 A bird flew close to the glass, halting just before it hit it, then zooming off in the opposite direction. “What’d you do when your parents were fighting?” 

 “Ummm…” I knew the question registered in her mind when she stopped scrolling, suddenly concerned. “Are your parents okay?”

 “Yeah. I mean, kind of.” I glossed over it, not caring to get into the bitter details. “I was just curious.” 

 “Uhh..” She plucked at the soft cotton of her cotton candy pajamas that were fraying at the knees. “I lost my virginity to Zach,” she half-laughed.   

 “Zach? Neighbor boy Zach?” 

 Renny nodded. She always sounded a little sad when she talked about him. Zach was the hot college boy who shared a backyard fence with Renny, the girl who may or may not have used her kitchen stool to peak over and see him workout on the grass every summer he came home. I’d known they’d slept together. I just didn’t think he was her first. 

 “I just tried to be out of the house as much as I could,” she said. “Found my true love Mary J.” 

 “Oh.” 

 “It was shitty, but I’m glad I got it over with.”

 “The divorce or your virginity.” 

 “Both,” she chortled. “Why what’s up? Are you sad or something? I have a j in my drawer.” 

 “No, no, I’m fine.” Mostly I was just wondering what it must be like to feel so sexually liberated. In my house sex wasn’t talked about. At all. The inevitable sex scene in every other movie would result in my dad blaring out “WHAT KIND OF MOVIE IS THIS!” in an attempt to make it less awwkard, but having it backfire and only make it horrendously more awkward. I wasn’t saving my virginity for anyone in particular, but after all those romance novels, I wanted it to be… something. I wanted to feel something towards the person where it would justify something I’ve kept to myself for so long. I wanted it to be intense. I wanted it to be like the books. Like a Frank Sinatra song that swept up your heart and transported you back to a time of gentlemen and cigars and women in long evening gowns with fur coats and martinis. 

 “I wish I could just get it over with,” I confessed. One half of me screamed YOU’RE IN YOUR TWENTIES HAVE ALL THE SEX while the other half said YOU’VE WAITED THIS LONG DAMN IT HOLD OUT A LITTLE LONGER. I didn’t know which part of me was compromising more. 

 Renny leaned in, quick. “Would you do it with Harry?” 

 Like the flip of a switch, I remembered the sensuous heat of his body against mine, wrapping me up and pressing me against him where we just fit. And I couldn’t imagine how much better it’d feel to be even more connected to him. 

 “Maybeeee…?” 

 But then there was last night. 

 I cringed. No matter how with me he’d seemed… he couldn’t have been present after mixing whatever the hell he took and a handle of alcohol. Did I really want someone like that? Someone who could only give a shell of themselves? 

 “No, I wouldn’t. Or- ugh, I don’t know. I don’t know if it could ever mean as much to him.” 

 Renny nodded. “I mean, don’t let him pressure you, obviously. If he does, I’ll kick his baby maker smack into his prostate. Prostate. See, anatomy. You taught me that.” 

 “Haha, no, he’s not like that.” My brows stitched. I was confused why he wasn’t more like that, actually. We’d known each other for several months now and he hadn’t even put a finger in me. When I thought about it, it actually frustrated me. Don’t pressure me to do anything, but I wanted to be pushed to do something. I was never the bold one in areas like this. 

 Not that I should be so willing to do anything with him anymore anyways. Something shifted in me when I’d seen him last night. It wasn’t a shift I could easily describe, but it’d set me a foot apart from my heart. A bit of me was shocked that it had happened so suddenly. 

 But this shift was new, and my heart still wanted what it wanted. I knew that if I watched any more OC Housewives with Harry’s toddler curls and surfer tan, I’d be sucked right back into speculating about what our future kids could look like. And if I saw him? 

 You were right, Harry. You are fucked. 

 I cringed again. That was harsh. That was very very harsh. 

 I didn’t know if I’d have the courage to apologize. What if my pheromones went berserk and magnetized me to his side??

 Renny was right.

 I needed therapy. 

 The clippers were tossed back on my desk.

 “Thanks,” she said. “Have you started on your DG Double P yet?” 

 DG Double P = Renny Speak for DG Pretty Please. 

 I groaned. “No. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, honestly. I have to-”

 “NO!!! Don’t tell me. We’re not supposed to tell each other.” Her hand extended in panic.

 “Fine. I can keep a secret.” 

 I was getting a little too good at that lately.

 She moved onto her belly, splaying her arms out in a dramatic fashion, face squished against the comforter. “Isn’t it just killing you inside.” She was dead serious. 

 “Yeah, more than you know.” 

 And I was serious, too. 

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 I wasn’t expecting people to dress up as much as they did. Donned in my only pair of yoga pants and a chunky white sweater, I walked arm-in-arm with Renny past girls in cocktail dresses and guys in button-downs. 

 Something that sounded like a baby’s cry filled my ears, but it was gone as soon as we walked through the doors to the on-campus gallery.  . 

 “Woah did you hear that?” 

 Renny nodded, tossing her head back. “There’s a baby somewhere.” 

 It reminded me of the bodiless screams in my nightmare. In my chunky sweater, I shivered undetectably.

 The on-campus gallery rotated exhibits throughout the year, but this time, student sculptures were on pedestals, nightmarish portraits hung on the walls, and red and orange tapestries swooped down and across the ceiling in a cirque-du-soleil moment as if to secure us beneath fire. Some students had separate booths, but other pieces of work trailed seamlessly into the next. 

 A tree made from photographs and newspaper took up the center of the space. Zayn had been so adamant about his muse having life, I wondered if that was the focus of this exhibit - to capture natural life. But I suppose all art did. 

 “It’s the circle of life exhibit,” Renny stated, as if reading my thoughts. 

 “How’d you know that?” 

 She held up a pamphlet she must’ve grabbed from the entrance. 

 I quickly scanned the room, hoping to find Zayn quickly so I could skip out just as quick. 

 Several of my professors were here, including Dr. Rhinecuff. When he saw me, I raised my hand, but he raised his cup of red wine awkwardly and looked away. 

 My hand wavered. 

 Odd. 

 Zayn was standing by the tree, speaking with an older woman. Her skin was a rich brown, short hair hidden beneath a chic scarf. The man beside her looked around the same age with graying facial hair, a pocket hanky, and beaded bracelets. Art professors. 

 I caught his gaze, and he gestured me over. 

 “Y/N, these are my instructors. David and Ebony.”   

 Their eyes lit up in recognition. “He did you a great justice,” David said, gray moustache twitching with the words.

 Ebony beamed. “Oh yes, a piece was already sold. He’s going to be the next big wig before he graduates,” she gushed. “Zayn, I’m sure you’ll be splitting the profits with the heart of the piece.”

 She gestured to me and his smile widened, but my stomach sank faster. 

 “I didn’t know these pieces were going to be sold.”

 Ebony sensed my concern. The wine in her glass swirled. “We thought allowing the pieces to be shown and auctioned was a good way to replicate what many of them should be doing once they graduate. The whole department gets involved, and these kids put in a lot of work, and the reputation of starving artists isn’t something we want to buy into here.”

 I nodded. “I mean, that’s great. That’s… really amazing.” 

 Zayn couldn’t meet my eyes. He knew. He could sense my hesitance, too. 

 “Now he can finally afford a nice dinner to take you out!” David proclaimed. 

 We were all quiet for a minute. “You know, for a thank you dinner,” David covered up. Zayn’s brows scrunched and he shook his head a bit, not knowing where David’s comment came from. 

 “Do you do this regularly?” Ebony asked, steering the conversation away from an awkward moment. 

 My ears pricked up when I realized she was looking at me. “Excuse me?” 

 “Well I was just thinking…” a light laugh lifted as if her idea would be outrageous. “Would you mind sitting in for one of my classes on Monday? Our model had a sudden death-” 

 “My God,” David proclaimed. 

 Ebony waved her hand. “-in his family. I haven’t called to replace him yet.”

 It quieted as they looked at me, waiting for a response. “Oh, I don’t… I don’t usually do this. At all. It was a chance thing.” 

 “Luck be the artist.” David raised his glass. 

 Ebony followed suit, looking at my empty hand. “You just going to let her stand there without a drink?”

 “Yeah, Zayn. What kind of treatment is this?” I teased. 

 He did a slight bow. “Apologies. We’ll walk to drinks, immediately.” He pulled us away, leading us further into the showroom as his head dipped low to my ear. “Renny just passed us to meet Felix and them. They’re through here.” 

 We stepped under an archway that led into a darker-lit room, but his hand stopped me beneath the nook. “Did yeh notice anything?”

 Yeah. I was noticing how close we were in this archway. He saw my eyes start to squint in thought and he turned me around to face the room we’d just left. 

 “Look closer.” 

 My eyes roamed the crowd, trying to find some sort of person, or pattern he could be referring to. With a brief seize of my heart, I expected to see somebody from the gang. 

 “Look at the artwork, Y/N.” His breath warmed my skin. 

 The paintings all seemed to be bright, though sticking to red, orange, blacks, and grays. Wait, forget a pallette pattern. The next painting had blue and purple, too. One sculpture looked like a writhing ghost, twisting and reaching for something above. Or maybe it was an unearthed tree root. Despite all the bold colors, there was something off-putting about how bright they all were. It wasn’t a soothing brightness. It was almost violent. The orange and red writhing tapestries warped the ceiling into something hot. 

 “Is it hell?” I chortled, but quickly quieted. I expected him to take offense, but his hand went lightly around my waist with a small smile.

 “Could be. See-” his arm extended out to scan the perimeter “-all this art is supposed to represent death, but challenge the notion of it through color.” 

 “How so?” 

 “Yeh know it’s usually your blacks, and your grays, s’depressing shit. But we’re born from death. Before life, there was nothing, but something. It’s bold and necessary and there, and no one really knows whatever comes before. Or after.” He looked at the room, taking a sip of wine. I watched as he swallowed, and I imagined the wine running down. “What is death but an uncertain existence.” He said the thought almost happily, looking at me with a slight smirk. “Could be anythin’.” 

 He took a deep breath, letting his hand touch the top of the archway. It was then that I noticed it wasn’t just plain drywall. A collage of photographs ran all along the inside. 

 He wasn’t as tall as Harry, but his hand still reached the top, scuffing across a picture of an African landscape taped over a toddler eating fruity pebbles. 

 “They’re pictures. Everyone donated one,” he said. 

 A strand of words were painted over the collage, running from one end of the archway to the other, and I tilted my head back to read it. “Things... that…. make... m..e …...feel alive.” 

 “Everyone was able to design their space in order to control, to some extent, how their art was perceived. Everyone was a part of the transition space.” 

 “Very nice,” I noted, slightly put-off. I hadn’t been expecting this art show to be so… professional. “Zayn, this is amazing. Like, really, truly, professional-grade stuff is happening. The presentation, the pieces, everything.”

 His smile grew wider, putting cool hands over my eyes. I flinched, but let him. 

 I felt him come closer. 

“Listen now,” he urged. 

 I listened, but I wasn’t sure for what. There was the familiar busy rumble of people mingling, parents visiting their kids, and professors droning on about the talent of their students. But it was chatter. I couldn’t make out one conversation over another. I shrugged up against his other hand that was atop my shoulder. 

 “Sometimes you need to change where you’re planted to understand.” 

 I hoped he could see my cross expression because I couldn’t tell if he was bullshitting me right now. It’d been a day. It’d been a night. And I wasn’t in the mood for more philosophical ramblings - especially about death. “I don’t know what you mean,” I sighed. 

 “Meaning I have to move you closer to the speakers.” He let out a breathy laugh. “Jus’ keep your eyes closed, okay?” 

 I nodded. His hand moved, tilting my head to its side. Eyes still closed, I became self-conscious imagining people trying to move past me, and here I was, planted, eyes closed in the middle of the archway. My cheeks heated. It was unnerving knowing people could see me when I couldn’t see them. And anyway, I must’ve looked ridiculous. 

 “What do you hear?” he urged. 

 “I hear a lot of people talking,” I griped. 

But right when I was about to open my eyes-  

 I heard a familiar chirping through the chatter. 

 “Birds?” I opened my eyes. 

 “Observance can be taught, sometimes.” Zayn leant back, looking mighty proud of himself. 

 “Why are there birds?” 

 “We’re entering life,” he smiled, backing into the space. I tipped my wine back, several long gulps lightening my step as I followed him. Immediately, I noticed much more natural, earthier tones. For being a room of life, it was surprisingly darker than the prior room.

 Renny, Felix, and Andre were huddled in the center where a makeshift wall-on-wheels covered in vines divided the room in half. 

 My eyes widened, trying to adjust to the dimness. “It’s a lot darker in here.” 

 “All intentional. They decided to play with light in here. People usually think of life being bright ‘n that, but it’s also when we experience varying degrees of darkness. There’s a balance to things and the trouble is finding it.” Understanding laced his voice as his dark eyes bore into mine, almost completely black. One look from Zayn and I was reminded of all the weight I’d been carrying. I fidgeted, uncomfortable seeing myself in his eyes. 

 “Y/N, get over here!” Renny called. My shoulders visibly relaxed. My saving grace. “You didn’t tell me you did this,” she said lowly as soon as I got close enough, shocked excitement barely contained. Her giddy smile gave it away though. “Miss sexy secret keeper over here.” 

 “What do you mean?” 

 She playfully poked my sides, but Andre and Felix avoided my gaze. Something wasn’t right. And it stirred my stomach, my body already knowing, somehow. 

 I turned in slow motion, the charcoal drawings in my peripherals stopping me in place. Framed amidst the vines, my face was etched onto paper, scrunching and twisting in various expressions. But my body was attached and twisting, too. And it was bare, bent over, spread out, laying down… My eyes scanned over them a dozen times in a second. 

 I was naked. 

 In all of them. 

 One was titled “21st Century Love.” In this one, I faced the viewer, but looked past them, sorrowful eyes, brows furrowed, breasts I’d never shown on full display. A hickey or two on my neck. A painful sting gripped my chest. I looked sad. I looked so sad.  

 Tunnel vision, a blurred Renny rushed down to the floor, and a distant part of me registered something wet splatter on my feet. 

 The wine had dropped.

 I’d dropped it. 

 I was trapped in a shell. My body was numb. 

 “Babes, you okay?” Renny asked, her voice somewhere far away. Somewhere outside the shell, her voice drowned in the busy rumbling, with the birds, with the watchers. People were watching me now. I was being watched. “Felix, grab some towels!” she barked. 

 I looked horrified, towards Zayn, but changed my mind just as fast. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t even breathe. 

 He didn’t know me at all. He could stare at me for a thousand sessions and paint every crevice, sunspot, blemish, and mole and still not see me. How was an artist this blind? How could he not know that this was the last thing I could ever want? How could he picture me so… intimately?

 The paintings seemed to swirl into one before bouncing back out into their separate exposees. 

 Because that’s what it was. 

 An exposure. 

 A stranger could pay to have me in their home. 

 The floor spun, vision spotting. 

 My lungs tightened, tearing me away from Renny, from Felix, from Andre. From Zayn, the artist who painted a confused girl so unashamed. So honestly. Savagely and Unabashedly. 

 “I didn’t want this.” 

 And it was when I was halfway out the door that I realized the voice had come from me, a mantra pushing my shell all the way home. 

part 22

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[recentanimenews]

ESSAY: How Does My Hero Academia Fit Into Global Superhero Culture?

  In 1989, Batman became the first film to make over $40 million in its opening weekend. In 2002, Spider-Man became the first film to make over $100 million in its opening weekend. In 2007, Spider-Man 3 hit over $150 million. In 2012, The Avengers nabbed over $200 million. And in 2019, Avengers: Endgame got over $350 million. Despite the fact that there have been concerns over “superhero movie fatigue” for literal decades now, it’s a genre that shows no signs of slowing down. As its universes expand on streaming services like Disney+, it’s apparent the age of the cinematic hero might be an indefinitely lengthy one. 

  As Marvel Comics luminary Stan Lee once said: “The pleasure of reading a story and wondering what will come next for the hero is a pleasure that has lasted for centuries and, I think, will always be with us.” In that quote, it seems our destiny is almost sealed — we crave heroes and we crave their stories and we crave their sequels. 

  This is the environment in which My Hero Academia was born.

    My Hero Academia is, first and foremost, a superhero story. One could argue that most narratives of its ilk are superhero tales — anime like Dragon Ball, Naruto, One Piece, and others are full of good guys shutting down malicious attempts at local or world domination — but My Hero Academia embraces the iconography, both thematic and physical, of the superhero in a way that many other stories don’t. In fact, it might be one of the purest explorations of that kind of universe ever in fiction. It’s a world where heroism is practically currency, where roughly 80 percent of the earth’s population is imbued with some kind of inherent genetic power. 

  Populating your superhero story with powerful people instead of going the typical cinematic route of having one or two supernatural characters with a supporting cast of everyday folk might have been subversive 20 years ago. But in the age of the Avengers, where multiple heroes cross in and out of each other's storylines and the narrative objective was to eventually wrangle them all in one mega-movie, My Hero Academia fits comfortably. That doesn’t render it as uninteresting, though. Instead, rather than build to the issues that will inevitably crop up in a world full of Supermen, these themes are inherent in the story.

    As such, most of the plotlines have to do with the idea of rampant heroism and the backlash that it would create. Plenty of superhero films address this (multiple Batman movies make the case that if there were no Batman there would be no Joker), but in My Hero Academia it is a constant struggle. Overhaul, wearing a variation of a 17th-century plague doctor mask, looks at these “Quirks” as if they’re a disease. Stain is against superheroes using their status for fame. Tomura Shigaraki wishes to destroy society as we know it, hating its values and its borderline divine treatment of figures like All-Might. These patterns are not just repeated in My Hero Academia, but inevitable. They are anime embodiments of that “superhero fatigue” article I shared above, except in this case they hurt and destroy in their attempts to find an alternative to the super status quo, rather than write essays in The New York Times.

  It’s certainly an enthralling formula, though: My Hero Academia continues to be a best seller and has won numerous awards. Its anime has been similarly well-received. Despite the fact that superhero films very rarely have the same box office prominence in Japan as they do in America, My Hero Academia has been able to make an impact. That might be because, at its core, My Hero Academia adapts the ethos found in a hero that many Japanese creators really do enjoy: Spider-Man.

    Kohei Horikoshi, My Hero Academia’s creator, loves Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man films. Creator of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Hirohiko Araki gushed over his love of Spider-Man 2 to director Sam Raimi during an interview. Yusuke Murata, illustrator of One-Punch Man, has done some absolutely amazing work when it comes to posters for Peter Parker’s cinematic adventures. Hideo Kojima, a video game designer whose creations are absolutely inspired by anime, called Into The Spider-Verse a “great masterpiece” and was “moved” by Spider-Man 2. After it became the best-selling game to be developed in the West but funded by Sony since 1998, Japanese game developers voted Marvel’s Spider-Man as their 2018 game of the year. So why the embrace of this particular character? 

  Journalist Kuremasa Uno told the Japanese site Business+IT that it’s because Japanese youth are more accustomed to embracing younger heroes. Since so much of Spider-Man’s Hollywood journey deals with him experiencing problems as a teenager and young adult, he fits in among the protagonists of series like Gundam or Naruto. Hideo Kojima even told Famitsu that Spider-Man is “similar to Japanese heroes,” as he has “worries.” 

    The aspect of youth is particularly interesting, as it’s what often renders heroes like Spider-Man to be the most relatable of all of their peers and rivals. In the comic book world, age tends to warp characters, turning them into beacons of impossible standards rather than troubled everymen. We have little in common with the hulking, aging Batman snapping bones in Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns. We are enthralled with the story on a narrative level. Even the legendary curmudgeon of the comic book industry, the supremely talented Alan Moore, found The Dark Knight Returns fascinating because it gave a hero a chance to end, rather than cycle through an eternal series of escapades. If you know Moore’s stance on heroes, that’s high praise, but it’s hard to connect with him no matter how cool he looks taking down the Mutant Leader.

  In youth we find common ground. We all grow up, and for the most part, we all experience that mix of angst, desperation, and uncertainty that comes with finding yourself on a bullet train to adulthood. In my interview with Matt Alt, author of Pure Invention: How Japan’s Pop Culture Conquered The World, the writer/historian affirmed these feelings as especially true in anime: “It doesn’t look at adolescence as a lesser form of adulthood and it doesn’t condescend to the young people experiencing problems.” That is true of My Hero Academia, which treats Midoriya’s teenage problems as valid and worth concern, and is also true to Stan Lee’s affinity for Spider-Man: “He’s the one who’s most like me — nothing ever turns out 100 percent OK; he’s got a lot of problems and he does things wrong, and I can relate to that.”

    So perhaps it is in collecting a cast of characters that, like Spider-Man, are all dealing with youthful problems that Horikoshi found the fantastic formula for My Hero Academia. It’s a world with teachers and Pro Heroes, but there is no real equivalent of a Justice League, no impenetrable class of demi-gods to impart moral lessons on not just younger heroes but the world at large.

  Instead, much like in real-life youth, the characters of My Hero Academia and the class of 1A must discover those lessons for themselves. With that, the reasons for the aforementioned creators’ adoration of films like the Spider-Man trilogy and Into the Spider-Verse seemingly become more clear. Though these films feature a ... ummm ... supportive supporting cast, the integrity must come from the hero alone in the end, no matter how tough their obstacles become. You are born with Quirks, but how you choose to implement them for the good of mankind is up to you. Great power, great responsibility, etc.

    My Hero Academia and Spider-Man are not a 1:1 comparison as, again, the basics of its world and the attributes of its cast fit it more firmly with late-term Avengers films where dozens of heroes interact in a spectacle created by the sheer existence of their number. My Hero Academia rarely feels as lonely as Spider-Man tends to be. But in capturing the relatable qualities of adolescence and focusing on the “quirks” of what is essentially high school life, it does manage to hit some of the same high notes, notes that I imagine contributed greatly to its popularity.

  Does that mean All-Might is an Uncle Ben character, with his “Now it’s your turn” point to Midoriya serving a similar purpose to the “Great responsibility” speech? Eh, a little bit. But in relating it to the superhero genre that currently forms an entertainment monolith around the world, especially when it has to do with the character of Spider-Man, we start to unlock some of the reasons why My Hero Academia has been such a powerhouse series over the past few years. You can see just as much of Midoriya in Peter Parker as you can in guys like Naruto or Asta — characters that aren’t relatable simply because they’re young, but because we connect to their experiences of youth, experiences that are somehow both deeply specific and also beautifully universal.

      Daniel Dockery is a Senior Staff Writer for Crunchyroll. Follow him on Twitter!

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By: Daniel Dockery

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[bonnissance]

For hicsqueak - intimate artistry/accidentally saving the day

oooohhhmg so i was gonna Properly Think about this, and then i rmrd that post about the live drawing model who feel asleep in the middle of a session and faceplanted.

and now i’m just thinking about (probs human!au, or magic!illustrator au) Hecate taking a drawing class bc she wants to expand her skills (she is highly skilled at flora and fauna but her human studies are lacking) and Pippa is the model.

obvi there’s a moment of flirt before the class starts - they’re getting tea before they settle into the evening, when Hecate thinks Pippa is another artist and then finds out she runs the classes too. 

Then she realises the cute blonde not only runs that evening’s class but is also the model she’s like ‘oh no’ and then gets on w life bc she’s got lighting and shade to consider instead of her own embarrassment.

and then 2/3rds of the way thru the evening when it’s all warm and cosy and Pippa - who’s been having a rough time lately, she’s in the middle of a lot of major projects w deadlines and she’s been skimping on snoozes (it’s why she’s modeling in the first place, she straight up forgot to organise anyone else) - drifts off. 

Then slips off the chair she’s sat on. And deadarse floops to the floor.

Everyone moves to help her, and then pauses when they realise they shouldn’t be touching a sleeping naked lady, and awkwardly stare at everyone else in the room for someone to take charge. 

Hecate blinks, huffs out a heavy breath, and strips off her shawl; strides forward and out of the crowd to crouch down beside the gently stirring woman on the floor. 

The black wool settles over the blonde’s shoulders, covering most of her pale skin as she sits up, and stares up, bleary-eyed. Her hair falls to ringlet around her face. 

‘Are you alright?’ Hecate asks, hands still unsure what to do, now that the model is mostly awake again. 

‘Ummm,’ she stalls, clutching the shawl to her chest and trying to take in her surroundings. ‘Yes,’ she says after a span, holding out a hand to let Hecate help her to her feet. She winces. ‘Bit bruised, but I’m fine.’

Hecate smiles, satisfied enough for now. Pippa smiles back, then looks around the rest of the room. ‘Sorry everyone, must have dozed off,’ she says with a deprecating laugh, and the tension in the room ebbs away. ‘Won’t happen again, promise.’

The rest of the room take their seats again, settle back into being ready to keep creating; Hecate hangs back, stays where she is, waits a moment longer with Pippa standing in front of her.

She wants to make sure she’s okay.

Then strong hands reach out to grip her biceps, softly, she presses a kiss to Hecate’s cheek, holds her lips there a few beats too long. 

‘Thank you,’ she says, heavy with gratitude, for Hecate’s ears only.

Hecate can’t help shivering. Nods, a jerky, clumsy movement, as she extricated herself from Pippa’s embrace. ‘You’re welcome,’ she manages, before scurrying away, back to the safety of her seat, the palm of Pippa’s hands still burning on her skin.

It’s not till she picks up her charcoal, ready to recommence, that she realises her black shawl is still draped over those slim shoulders, when it seems to sit so perfectly below golden curls.

And she’s not sure how she should ask for it back, not sure she even wants it back–when it seems to suit Pippa far better than it ever did Hecate–but she has the rest of the evening to figure that out.  

#hisqueak #fake fics and fun things #foxx-queen #i wrote a thing #this is a placeholder #the worst witch

[merlevum]

Tag Game

Tagged by @oftincturedwords​ thanks for the tag and thanks for the kinds words ;w; 

1. Why did you choose your url?

I made it up, mostly thought it sounded like a plant or a spell maybe??

2. Any side blogs?

Since this is my art one, I do have a personal one, otherwise I have some old ask blogs I’ve kind of neglected. 

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

Since 2014, dived in with my first rp account and chaos ensued. (

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I used to? But not really anymore. I kind of just post whenever at this point. 

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Hmmm, well the first one I ever did was an rp account, so then I needed one for personal and mun stuff. Then it turned into just a personal account and now it’s my art account where I can post art and share with people. 

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Hahaha XD I just changed it this morning before I saw this actually. I’m exhausted from staying up way too late having fun with friends, playing XIV, and drawing. Makes it a little hellish at work, but well worth the serotonin I get from interacting with friends! Anyway, yeah it’s just a quick doodle of an exhausted me XD

7. Why did you choose your header?

What even is my-- Oh, right. Yeah so I’m a graphic designer and illustrator. Thought I’d advertise it in case anyone stumbles on the blog. Currently looking for a job as a graphic designer too XD so I’ve been using that banner/header on a lot of my stuff. 

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

The most notes? Oh gosh.....ummm according tumblr top nine it’s this one, but I feel like that’s only because I tagged my friend who has a significantly bigger following XD Otherwise my next one is this one that I did back in 2018

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Oh god ;w; I don’t know??!? I mean I have friends on here, so at least 4 for sure >> otherwise, I have no clue man

10. How many followers do you have?

umm....let me check it’s been a while since I’ve actually checked. 463 followers >> oh wow, umm hi?? I guess when I hit 500 I’ll do something fun??

11. How many people do you follow?

ah....too many? 930, okay not as bad as I thought. Though I think it might be time to go through the list again so probably less. 

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

lol yeah, probably a lot more when I was younger than I do now ;w; now I shitpost in Discord instead >D

13. How often do you use Tumblr everyday?

daily! I scroll through for inspiration a lot during my coffee time in the morning. Or when I’m trying to fall asleep at night and can’t. 

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

 nope! At least....none that I can think of?? I try to keep fights and arguments personal honestly. Don’t need air everything out on the internet. 

15. How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

it’s...complicated. On here, where I post my art, usually not thought. 

16. Do you like tag games?

sure! They can be a fun way of getting to know someone. 

17. Do you like ask games?

oh definitely >> I still have some hug prompts I need to get eventually. Sorry it’s taking so long ;w; the energy is sparse and the motivation even more so. 

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

ummm maybe @spatziline??? otherwise I have no clue OTL I don’t keep up with who is famous on here or not. I’m just here to have a fun time. 

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

hahaha XD let’s just say romance and I don’t mix at this point. I’ll take good friendships >> and as much as I would love to tag them there’s a lot of them OTL so ummmm yeah I won’t bug them with this.  As for tagging anyone else, I usually don’t. I always feel like a bother ;w; but if you want to, feel free to copy and paste and say I did XD 

#tag game

[batsoulscrolls]

PMD: Unbounded Fates

Chapter 2

tomorrow is a another day

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Zoroark wakes up from his long needed sleep, expecting to be in a different bed,place, and his human body. But the same wooden wall, same stone floor and the same hay bed gave him a reality call, he is still here.

He gets up from his bed feeling sore like he's been through a rigorous workout and turns to the door to leave. But the tall stool with plaster of blue like-berries and a large wooden cup caught his attention. There are just a small handful of blue-like berries and the large cup is just holding water. He picks up one of the berries and eats it. It tastes like a blueberry but the texture of a strawberry.

He finishes the rest of the berries and grabs the cup though he almost dropped as it slipped through his claws. After drinking down the water and spilling a little on himself, he feels oddly a lot better than before.

Zoroark gets back to what he was doing. He pulls away the leafy curtains and sees a yellow humanoid fox with a stick in its tail who julited a bit when he saw the Zoroark suddenly appearing in the doorway expecting him to be in bed. The fox holding a small basket containing the same green bandages Zoroark had on “I’m here to change your bandages and take you to the Doc.” He speaks a bit nervously.

Zoroark steps aside to let in the fox and sits down on the bed. The fox begins to change the bandages and tries to strike up a conversation “So….ummm getting hit in the eye kinda sucks huh?”

Zoroark gives an advermitve hum. After he was finished with replacing Zoroark bandages. The fox gestured to Zoroark to follow him, which he did. They entered the halls outside of the  room Zoroark was staying in, the hall's wall had vines starting from the bottom and touching the roof and spreading across the walls. The vines are sprouting flowers which makes the place look comforting. But probably a major fire hazard Zoroark thinks to himself.

They reach the end of the halls and make a left turn to meet a door. The fox pulls on the door sliding across, and Zoroark enters the room. The room is lined with shelves filled with wooden boxes and books all raging in different sizes. The room is illuminated by a glowing plant on the ceiling , in the middle Zoroark sees the Doc sitting behind the desk writing on something. “Come, sit. I just need some help filling out your file.” Doc says enthusiastically

Zoroark sits down across from the Doc as she still continues to write. He looks at what the Doc is writing, but he can’t read it, all of it is just unintelligible to him.Why does he understand what they are saying but why can't he read what she is writing. "Don't worry about writing, I’ll ask you the question and you can give me the answers. Also Cindy came early this morning and told what happened at the lake and your partial memory loss. So just try your best to give the answers, OK?” Doc caringly says

“So first thing do you know your name?” Doc questions. Zoroark doesn’t even know his name but something clicked in his head, an alias. “I do believe my name is Sevin.” Sevin says with confidence

Doc writes the name, Sevin carefully watches the way she writes his name and takes a mental note of it on how she writes it. “ Next question, how old are you and did you evolve early?” Doc says in the same tone before.

Sevin knows he is at least 27, but evolve early? He doesn’t understand any of this, but he might as well say yes to it anyways. “I’m 27 years old and yes I did evolve early.” Sevin says with slight unassurance.

“Next. What is your gender and pronouns?” Doc says

“Male, He/Him” Sevin responds

Doc writes down Sevin age and checks a box. “Ok I just got the bare minimum filled out. Now I just go to archives to see if you got a file on you or even at all.” Doc mumbled to herself.

“Oh, don’t worry, the rest are just miscellaneous things like what job you have,where you live, and do you have a house. But don't worry about it I’ll handle that stuff” Doc says while smiling to ensure Sevin

“I need to tell you something very important.” Doc's voice changes to a serious yet caring tone. “ I know that you are still recovering but I need you to leave. But I won't leave you homeless, Cindy will allow you to stay at her place.”

Sevin wants answers on why he needs to leave. But Cindy enters the room before he can ask the question.

“Did I interrupt anything?” Cindy asked.

“No you didn’t Cindy I was telling Sevin he was staying at your place.” Doc focuses on Sevin “Also Sevin I hope you don’t take this personally, I know this has been rough on you but I hope you understand.”

After that Sevin stands up and follows Cindy out of the Doc office and  into the halls. They both pass what was, Sevin room and enter what looks like a waiting room but nobody is there. Sevin leaves the building being greeted by the late morning sun.

./.

After following Cindy on a dirt path through a forest they meet a clearing. Sevin sees a  cabin in the middle with a shack to the side. “Nice place you got, musta worked hard for it.” Sevin comments but gets no response from Cindy.

Cindy arrives at the door, she digs into her bag trying to find the key. Sevin waits but grows inpatient, he looks at lock out of boredom. It looks like a very simple lock. Maybe he could pick it with his claw finger, he looks at Cindy and she is very focused trying to find that key.  He grabs the doorknob with one hand and the other he puts one claw into the lock and finds the pin, pushes it up and twists the knob and CLICK . He opens the door.

“It's open” Seven tells Cindy “How did you-nevermind.” Cindy dumstructed

Seven enters into the house and he sees the living room there's three  tree stumps arranged into a half circle spaced out by a rug, across it the presumably a fireplace on his left. The place is lit up by the same plant in the Doc office. Straight across from the fireplace on the other side of the wall seval bookshelves side by side filled with books but sadly Seven cant read. Straight across once they entered a doorway is there as well in the right bottom of the living room. Finally in between the two doorways is a wall lined with a map and many paintings.

“Let me show your room first, then the rest.” Cindy ethuaticaly says as she walks towards the bottom right doorway

Sevin follows Cindy, the door is the same as the Doc’s door. Cindy pulls the door to reveal a room. “This is your room!” Cindy says enthusiastically with shaking of jazz hands.

The room is almost larger than the previous place he stayed in, the bed has more hay and a larger piece of cloth covering it. On the right is a desk with the same stump in the living room and on the back of the room a circular window with flowers lined the edge lights the room.But there a stack of large wooden crates stacked august the corner of the wall gives Sevin the impression that this was a storage room, but he in no position to complain.

“Oh here I have something for you.” Cindy tells Sevin while grabbing something out of her bag.

She pulled out a small container label with words and a journal and gave it to Sevin. Cindy looks happy about this gift but Sevin needs to break the truth. “Thank you very much for this gift but I'm illiterate.” There was a long pause of pure silence.

“Well….I can teach you how to read and write after this is all over” Cindy promise

Sevin put the ink and jurnal on the desk. “Well I have to go, show yourself around the house and don’t cause trouble,please.” Cindy says as she leaves the house.

Sevin is at his lonesome again. He wanders around the house ending up in the kitchen. The kitchen has a cupboard and counters but split by a small little window that gives barely any light to the place and there is a dining table with the four stumps, finally there is a door that leads outside. There is a hallway but Sevin doesn’t go in guessing that it just leads to Cindy’s room and the new storage room.

Sevin goes back into the living room and looks at the library of books. Looking at the books with labels he can't understand, he grabs a book that has a dark red cover. He opens the book and it has illustrations.

Sevin returns to his room and closes the door behind him. He sits at the desk, opens the book and looks through the illustrations. The book shows various pokemon with each page dedicated to one, Sevin strangely recognized some of these pokemon but not all of them.

Sevin finds a page of him or his species, he finds three little illustrations. The illustrations depict a normal Zoroark then a purple ball finally a Lucario?

./.

SLAM

Sevin jolts at the sudden noise and looks outside his room to see who came in. But there was no one in the living room so he went to the kitchen, still no one. But the back door is open and some of the cupboard doors are open, and someone is hiding. He feels it. He opened the lower cupboards one by one until he was at the last one. He opens the least one slowly and peers into the cupboard to see a small Eevee with a colorful bandana around the neck almost covered by the white fur. The Eevee is visibly sacred, probably from Sevin opening all the cupboards until the one Eevee in. “Please don't hurt me.” Eevee says, trying to fight back the fear.

Sevin can tell he sare Eevee to death. He steps away from the cupboard and grabs one yellow pear and places it on a plate then sets it near the cupboard. “I'm not gonna hurt you. Come out so we can talk.” Sevin says almost in the caring tone of Doc's voice.

Surprisingly Eevee went out the cupboard and stepped behind the plate trying to have distance from Sevin. Eevee is shaking from the fear that Sevin gives. Sevin feels really guilty for putting terror in young Eevee.

“You can eat the berry and we can wait for Cindy.” Sevin promances “No-no thank you I'm not hungry.” Eevee says with a less fear in her voice.

Sevin recognized that voice, that voice was the voice when he woke up in this world. “Where were you at the lake yesterday?” Sevin questions the Eevee.

The Eevee recognize the Zoroark; it was the Zoroark who was unconscious at the lake. “Oh you the one at the lake.” Eevee answers with the fear subsides but still there.

“Well let's go to the living room and wait for Cindy. Don't worry I dont bite?” Sevin asks Eevee. Eevee nods in response

Sevin goes into the living room with Eevee but she keeps her distance from Sevin. Sevin grabs the book he was looking at and gives it to Eevee which she accepts. Eevee set the book on the rug and read the book out loud, Sevin listened in. Both wait for Cindy to come home.

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon #PMD: Unbounded Fates

[missingart10]

30 Questions Meme

I got tagged by @a-books-and-clever-mess for this. Actually gonna do this for once.

Answer 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better

Nickname: Miki.

Fullname:. Mikaela

Gender: Female

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′3″

Time: 1:33pm (when I started)

Birthday: November 19th

Favorite band(s): I don’t really have favorites but I’ve been listening to a lot of imagine dragons and Florence + the machine

Favorite solo artist(s): Maybe Lauren Aquilina right now

Song stuck in my head: Fear the Fever by Digital Daggers

Last movie I watched: Rags. It was a Nick original and I love it. Mac Schneider is beautiful.

Last show I watched: Lucifer on Fox. It’s just so good.

When did I create my blog: hmm I think it was 2013 but I’d have to check.

What do I post: literally just whatever I find interesting or if I’m watching a show things relating to it

Last thing I googled: ‘musical instruments starting with the letter a’ was playing a game and me and my band friend couldn’t think of any

Do you have other blogs: Yep but they’re a mess that I hardly ever deal with and have kinda abandoned.

Do you get asks: eh, not really. At least I don’t see anything in my notifications so I don’t know.

Why did you choose your url: I literally just opened a name generator put in I liked art and kept refreshing until I got something I liked. I am the worst at naming things.

Following: 1011, way more than I should considering how many I actually look at frequently probably 100-200 that I look at regularly

Followers: 488… a lot more than I thought I had (Hello followers I am a mess)

Favorite color: bluey greens like seafoam or turquoise.

Average hours of sleep: Anywhere from 6 to 9+. I can go to sleep really late and my body still makes me get up around 7:30am but it’s what I’ve done since I was a kid watching early morning cartoons so I’m used to it

Lucky number: i don’t know about lucky numbers but my favorite number is 3 or maybe 13… 7 is a good number too

Instruments: when I was but a found 6th grader I played the violin. Did not stick with it too. Not a performing artist, I guess.

What am I wearing: overalls and a T-shirt because it is cold and I wanted to be comfy in my art classes.

How many blankets do I sleep with: Depends on the weather always a t least one but on days I’m really cold, I’ve gone up to 5.

Favorite food: tacos right now, it changes

Favorite song now: ‘this is me’ from the greatest showman. Keale Settle’s voice is amazing and that song moves me.

Dream job: anything with art, maybe illustration, or maybe a librarian so I can just spend my tim with books all day

Dream trip: Eh the UK or Europe. I wanna see the castle ruins and the art.

Nationality: American. All I know is I got some English and maybe Scottish…I really should see if I can find out more

Ummm, I don’t know that many people. Whoever wants to do it but I’ll tag @harleyquinntastic if you want to do it!

#about me #look i actually did the thing

[epsilontauri]

I was tagged by @taikatalvittu and @lord-ov-the-blackened-svn, thank you!

Rules: Answer thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better.

1. Nicknames? ain

2. Gender? lol none i‘m agender

3. Star sign? sagittarius

4. Height? 170cm

5. Time? 16:02

6. Birthday? december 8th

7. Favourite bands? alcest, amon amarth, blind guardian, children of bodom, ensiferum, faun, galdr, heaven shall burn, korpiklaani, nightwish, nornír, queen, slayer, teen suicide, wardruna, wintersun, the xx and probably some more i forgot

8.Favourite solo artist? myrkur! she’s the best!

9.Song stuck in my head? spongebob trap remix..... don’t ask

10. Last movie you watched? kung fu hustle

11. Last show you watched? brooklyn nine-nine

12. When did I create my blog? 2013

13. What do I post? nature, animals, memes, political shit, personal opinions, unnecessary tags and so on

14. Last thing I Googled? camping grounds in tessin

15. Do you have other blogs? yeah, @flussnebel for gay soft pink stuff, @meme-oires for dumb memes with my best friend and another private blog for myself

16. Do you get asks? sometimes but mostly never

17. Why did you choose your url? i like how the word “nebel” sounds (german for fog) and i just build something based on that (fogqueen)

18. Following? over 1000

19. Followers? 434 and some blocked porn bots

20. Favourite colours? black, grey, lilac, dark blue, green, silver

21. Average hours of sleep? 5-12 it depends

22. Lucky number? 2 and 11

23. Instruments? flute

24. What am I wearing? “the bermuda triangle” shirt by MaidenVoyageClothing and black ripped men’s jeans and a glass of white wine

25. How many blankets I sleep with? one comforter, two blankets

26. Dream job? medival illustrator but that’s too late for me so i’m gonna be a medical analytic

27. Dream trip? ummm...finland, sweden, norway, iceland, scotland, ireland, mongolia, bhutan, japan, canada, usa, new zealand, slovakia, poland, portugal and a trip with the trans- siberian train.

28. Favourite food? tbh that one vegan chocolate croissant i once had.... sometimes i miss my non- vegan comfort food but otherwise vegan ramen

29. Nationality? russian babushka

30. Favourite song now? mädchen in uniform by nachtmahr

i tag

@shittyviking @leftboob-enthusiast @goblin-haircut @my-thoughts-are-alive @the-rite-of-darkness @funny-bitterness @creatorofdimensions @igotnine-lives @primoviktoriya @frejasfeathers @novemberkind @mouth-of-leviathan @hobbitsmind @coasttocoastlikebutteredtoast @riddare-av-sorg @queerchubbyvegan @avisapium @gayowls @montycrustfoot @theasanas 

if they want to do this

#tagged #answered #me #about

[darisu-chan]

And Thus the Blade...

Prompt:  Back to the very beginning

Summary: One Boy. One Shinigami. The accidental encounter. And so the story of destiny began one fateful May night.

You can also read it here.

It was supposed to be an easy mission, but Karakura Town had proved to have more surprises than Rukia could have ever imagined. There was a high concentration of souls which attracted hollows, making her job much more difficult. She was currently searching for one, which she had sensed during the wee hours of the morning, but hadn’t been able to localize it yet. She had spent the better part of the day looking for it too.

“Tch. It must be near.” The Shinigami said grumpily, as she hopped from one building to another. “This is getting ridiculous.” She kept complaining. How could a hollow have evaded her for such a long time? Rukia worried that some poor soul or worst, a human, had gotten eaten by the loose monster.

And here I thought they sent me here to distract me. Kuchiki Rukia could be many things, but she wasn’t a fool. She knew that Captain Ukitake and even Kiyone and Sentarou had been worried about her ever since the incident. They probably thought it’d be best if she was sent to the Human World at least for a little while to clear her mind and heal. Truth be told, the wound was still fresh, and being able to escape the place where everything reminded her of him was soothing. Here her mind was occupied and she didn’t have the time to dwell on other things. I wonder if nii-sama got angry that I left without letting him know. Her adoptive brother was also a complicated matter in her life, which she had escaped from. Probably not. He hadn’t looked at her in the eyes since he adopted her, and that had been 40 years ago.

Rukia sighed. She had lost the trail again. The last time she had been sent to the Human World, she had fought against three, maybe five, hollows. They had been pretty scarce, and her job had been peaceful. Yet this town kept surprising her. There was more job to do here than in other places, which was very strange. She wondered if the sou-taichou knew about it. Maybe they wanted her to find out on her own and report back. This town certainly needs a Shinigami that will stay here for a few months at least. I wonder if I’ll be chosen to remain here. Well, it’s not like anyone would me miss back there. Memories of a red-haired man assaulted her, a man she hadn’t spoken to in decades. Focus, Rukia. She reprimanded herself. She was on a mission. This wasn’t the time for a pity party. She really needed to find that hollow before it started attacking souls. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused her reiatsu to find the hollow’s. She opened her eyes and smirked. “Found you.”

Ichigo sighed. His family was insane. He wondered why his father continuously tried to make his life more difficult than it already was. Despite his looks and grumpiness, he actually tried to be a good son and respect the household rules. But he couldn’t ignore when anyone was in need, especially kids, even if they were already dead. Could his father even imagine the burden he carried? Talking to ghosts was exhausting. They always asked him for help, but there was little he could do. Ichigo was only a human, after all. Albeit one that could see, hear, and touch ghosts. However, there was so much he could do about it. He couldn’t protect them all. He had known that for a very long time, the poster downstairs being a constant reminder of it. I’m utterly powerless. He thought grimly. What was the use of seeing ghosts if he couldn’t help them? Why was he granted such power? I want to be stronger.

The current situation piqued his interest, though. I wonder how ghosts can go to heaven, and why they seem unable to do so by themselves. And speaking of which, there had been a large amount of souls appearing before him for help lately. It was unusual. Had people been dying a lot lately? Or was there a problem in heaven? He shrugged. There was no way he could know about it. Although it was getting annoying having so many ghosts around. Perhaps there was a god out there or something that could help the poor souls.

He continued walking to his room, unaware that his life was about to change.

“Jeez, why’s everyone in our family like that?” He complained out loud. Then a strange occurrence caught his attention. “A black swallow-tail butterfly?” He questioned as his eyes focused on the insect. “What is this? Where did it come from?”

From the corner of his eye, Ichigo saw something coming through his room’s wall. He turned fully to see what was going on. Wide-eyed, he saw a person with black robes walking in through the wall. The strange person was short, had black hair and a sword at his side. “What─?” The boy mumbled, quite shocked.

“It is near.” The strange person said, completely ignoring Ichigo’s existence.

“’It is near’ my ass!” Ichigo shouted, as he kicked the person.

That surely got his attention. As the boy yelled one question after another, the person seemed surprised at Ichigo’s presence. “Y-you can see me…? I mean to say, did you just kick…?” The stranger stuttered.

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about? Of course I can see…”

Then, of course his father interrupted him, kicking him for making a ruckus. When asked about the stranger on Ichigo’s room, Isshin was clueless.

“It is useless.” The stranger spoke. “It is not possible for ordinary men to see me. I am a Shinigami.”

The boy was the most peculiar being Rukia had ever met. He was a human, but he possessed the unnatural ability of being able to not only see Shinigami, but to also touch one. He seemed used to being able to see ghosts on a daily basis as well, which was uncanny to put it simply. But to her annoyance, this human boy didn’t want to believe she was no ordinary spirit, but a death god itself.

“Dad couldn’t see you, so I’ll acknowledge the fact that you’re not human. However, quit the Shinigami crap. Got it, you little brat?” His words made Rukia’s eyes twitch. Oh, he was so going to pay for daring to talk to her in such a way.

“First restraint, obstruction!” The Shinigami used kidou to restrain the boy. He had it coming. She smirked as his body tied itself together and he fell down. See if you don’t believe me now.

“What did you do?!” The boy complained. Rukia stepped on him, still smirking.

“You cannot move!” She laughed. “This is called kidou, and it is an advanced incantation only Shinigami can use.” She explained. “Even though I look like this, I have been alive almost ten times longer than you have. And you dare call me a brat? Usually, I would kill fellows like you, but spiritual law states that one cannot kill humans they have not been ordered to kill.” Rukia bluffed. She had never killed a human before, but the human boy didn’t need to know that.

After performing konsou on a soul, Rukia figured she better explain everything to the boy. He looked utterly confused, and she pitied him. It seemed that, even if he possessed the power to see the dead, he was as clueless as the rest of humans. A guy like this could very well be the meal of a hollow. Better prepare him. “In this world there are two types of spirits. One is called plus and it is the most common spirit. You can say that the ‘ghosts’ you usually see are these. And the other type is called hollow. Hollows attack living beings and dead beings alike and eat their souls. These are what you call ‘evil spirits.’” She used drawings to illustrate each of them, hoping this would make the explanation clearer for the human. “Do you have any questions so far?”

“Ummm… Can I start by asking why your drawings abnormally suck?”

You little! She took revenge by drawing a moustache on the boy.

“Ah! Damnit! Just ‘cause I can’t move!”

“I will continue the explanation, your highness Mr. Baron.” Rukia mocked him. “We Shinigami have two duties. One is to guide pluses to Soul Society using konsou as you have seen. The second is to extinguish hollows. That is my current mission.”

“Wait a minute. If you came here on your mission, does that mean the thing called hollow is around here?”

“That would be the case.” She nodded.

“Are you stupid?! Why are you loitering in a place like this? Hurry up and go get rid of it!” The boy yelled angrily.

“Well… you see… I do not know why, but I cannot feel its presence anymore.” Rukia answered. It was very strange. She had been so sure it was in close proximity, but she had quickly lost sight of its reiatsu. What is going on? How did I lose it again?

“What do you mean?” The boy asked, and then grew awfully quiet. Rukia wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

“It is as if a great power is hindering my senses.” She muttered out loud.

“Hey! Shinigami!” The boy suddenly yelled.

“What?” Rukia said grumpily.

“What do you mean what?! Didn’t you hear that huge voice just now?!”

She was surprised by that statement. “Huge voice? What…?” And then she heard it. It was loud and deep. A noise that could quite literally chill your soul. The unmistakable sound of a hollow’s roar. Unbelievable. How had the human boy heard the voice before her? Then they heard the cry of a girl, the boy’s sister. Crap. I need to act fast or they’ll die. “I will go and get rid of it! You stay here!” She said, ignoring all of his protests. This boy truly has a death wish. She opened the door and came across a girl, lying on the floor and with noticeable wounds on her body.

“Ichi-nii, you okay?” She asked, and then proceeded to explain the situation.

This is bad. Rukia thought. The father is hurt, as well as two girls. I need to be quick. “Do not worry. She is just unconscious. Her soul is still…” Rukia started explaining, but then she noticed how the how started struggling. “Stop it! What are you doing?! You cannot release that incantation with a human’s power! If you force it, your soul will…” However, she was interrupted. The boy broke the kidou and started running downstairs.

Just… what exactly is he? Rukia wondered, completely astounded.

Ichigo had seen many strange things during the fifteen years he had been alive. Yet, this, this thing was the weirdest, scariest being he had ever lay eyes on. What was worse was that the monster had hurt his family and was about to eat his sister. He couldn’t hesitate or be scared, he needed to act, and fast. So before the monster could hurt Yuzu more than it already had, he launched to attack it, armed only with a baseball bat. However, his attempt was ineffective and resulted in the hollow hitting him. He landed painfully on the ground, and had only time to see the monster approaching him. On the last second, the Shinigami reappeared, cutting down the arm which held Yuzu. Ichigo dashed and caught the unconscious girl.

“Yuzu! Hey! You okay?” He asked, moving his sister a little bit to get her to open her eyes.

“Do not lose focus, boy!” The Shinigami yelled at him, sword at the front of her boy, in a defensive position. “None of your family members have had their souls eaten.”

“None?” Ichigo questioned, caught of ward. Are they all still alive?

“Yes, even your father lying over there.”

“Wait a minute! Don’t hollows attack people to eat their souls?! Then why did it attack my family?” Ichigo asked again.

“Hollows wander searching for souls with high spiritual concentration… For that arbitrary humans are attacked…”

Ichigo gulped. He already had an idea where this was going. “What do you mean?”

“…I have never seen or heard of a human who could see Shinigami and defeat kidou on their own… or a human with such high spiritual concentration…” She said cryptically. “Most probably, its target is you.”

Those were the words Ichigo was dreading to hear. Because of me! Because of me they’re hurt! No, not again. Not again! His mind screamed. “He came for me? So does that mean this is my fault? The reason my dad’s over there almost dead… The reason Karin and Yuzu are covered in blood… It’s all…” His heart broke. Suddenly, in his mind, it was raining, and it wasn’t just his father and sisters who were hurt, but a beautiful woman, drenched in blood, rain and tears.

“Wait!” The Shinigami said alarmed. “I did not mean…” She got distracted and got hit by the hollow, landing on the ground with a painful thud.

“Shinigami!” Ichigo yelled worriedly. Fuck, it’s even my fault that the Shinigami got hurt. This made him mad. Ichigo faced the hollow, anger pulsing in his veins. “That’s enough already!” He yelled at the monster. “Hey, you want my soul, right?” He said. “Then fight me face to face! No one else has anything to do with this! Try killing me and taking my soul!” For dad, Yuzu, Karin, and the Shinigami. He readied himself for the impact, which never came for the Shinigami jumped at the last minute, taking the blow for him. Blood spilled from her body, and she fell on her knees, sporting a terrible wound on her abdomen. She had sacrificed herself to protect him. “Shinigami!” Ichigo screamed. This can’t be happening.

“You idiot.” She gasped, voice raspy. “I already told you your power is no match for it. Or did you think that everything would be over if you gave him your soul to eat? Either way you’re an idiot!” She scolded him.

Ichigo felt foolish. She saw right through my motive and knew I’d fail. “I’m sorry… I just─”

“Do not worry about it, is what I would like to say…” The Shinigami said between heavy breathing. “Unfortunately, I am no longer able to fight the hollow… Now all of us can only wait until we become its food.” She said with such finality, Ichigo knew it was the truth.

It’s my fault everyone’ll die. He thought in agony. He had gone and done it again. The Shinigami watched him carefully, as if weighing down something.

“Do you want to save your family?” She asked.

“Is there a way?! Tell me!” Ichigo exclaimed.

“There is a way… No, to be exact there is only one way.” She explained, then grabbed her sword and pointed it at him. “You need to become a Shinigami.”

“What are you saying? How can I?”

“You can! Pierce the middle of your chest with this zampakutou and I will insert half of my Shinigami power! That way you will attain the power of a Shinigami temporarily and will be able to fight it on equal terms.”

“Is it really okay to do something like that?” Ichigo asked, knowing there must be a catch.

Rukia sighed. “I do not know… Of course this is a plan set up anticipating your high spiritual levels… The percentage of success is not high. If it fails, you’ll die. However, there is no other way. There is no time to deliberate!” She admonished him. Ichigo gulped. Then he heard Yuzu calling for him and knew his mind was already made up. Why are all of them worrying about me when they’re about to die? Makes me who’s being scared of himself look stupid.

“Give me the sword, Shinigami!” Ichigo said with resolve, walking towards the spirit. “Let’s give it a try.” She smiled at him.

“It is not Shinigami. It is Kuchiki Rukia.” The Shinigami introduced herself.

Ichigo smiled. “I see… I’m Kurosaki Ichigo.”

Thus the blade is swung down.

#ichiruki #ichirukimonth #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction

[newsiegirlscout]

Nerdsitting

Tagging time! As well as explaining what the heck I’m doing with this mess of a fanfiction! Yeah!

@vizivoir, Special delivery! (They asked to be tagged so as not to miss it, and tagged they will be!) 

@sugarandmemories, I may or may not have borrowed your Melvin’s insomnia, neglectful parents ((Yeah, guys. In the books, they actually were there, they just didn’t pay much attention to him. He even switches off the “Dramatic Effects” on the Combine-o-Tron so as not to wake them up.)), and slight eating disorder. Ahaha..the chance was too good to pass up.  Please don't sue. :) ;)

As for what I’m doing, I don’t really know. It’s fluff. It has George and Harold subliminally taking care of Melvin...you know, making him eat something, cheering him up when he’s down, getting him off that good ol’ polyphastic sleep schedule. Ergo, Nerdsitting. Enjoy!

Melvin Sneedly had just wanted to pick up the latest issue of Scientific American at the Hobnobs Comix Shop downtown before the quality deteriorated or the magazines sold out. Was that so hard to ask?

Apparently, according to the universe, it was.

When a bald, portly man wearing nothing but his underwear and a red polka-dotted cape fell out of the sky and dropped to one knee, Melvin completely lost his train of thought and instead decided to take a tentative step back. On the man’s back, two of the more mischievous students in his class beamed back at him, giving a polite wave.

“Hey, Melvin!” George chimed.

“Do you always greet people this way?” He wheezed, slamming one hand to his chest in shock.

“What, ‘Hey’ and then his name? Dude, is this a trick question?” Harold said softly, tugging George’s shirt.

“I think he means on the back of a superhero wearing nothing but his underwear and a polka-dotted red cape.” the boy responded. Climbing off, he gestured regally to the caped crusader, followed closely by his best friend.

“Melvin, this is Captain Underpants. You may remember him from that time you tried to rid the entire school of laughter.” George said. Captain Underpants stood up and gave a happy “thumbs-up” at his cue.

“Anyway. We thought we’d stop by. Didn’t think we’d see you at the comic store! What’cha getting?” Harold added.

Taking another step back, Melvin clutched the strap of his backpack instinctively before responding.

“I was just going to see if I could acquire the latest copy of Scientific American before it sold out...but now, I think I’ll go home and take my chances tomorrow.”

“Ah, that’s a shame, young nemesis,” Captain Underpants chimed in, “For my amiable sidekicks and I might provide delightful company in your education! Why, they themselves have documented several episodes of my life in this praiseworthy format!”

“You mean the comic books they sell on the playground, in which I tend to be frequently incriminated as some sort of nerdy villain against laughter?”

“Sidekicks! You didn’t tell me that you knew the one and only Anti-Humor boy personally!” he gasped excitedly. “Will you sign my cape?” he said to Melvin with a slight bounce.

Melvin shrugged and produced a black Sharpie from his pocket, much to the delight of the hero. Walking around him, he wrote out “Anti-Humor boy” in his careful cursive, then patted the delighted captain on his back.

“Now, off to Dumb Stupid Nerd Jail for you!” he cheered, hooking his fingers into the startled scientist’s neckband.

“Captain Underpants! Melvin...received time off for good behavior! He’s totally cool now!” George blurted in a panic, pressing the side of his sneaker into his ample stomach as if he were trying to stop a wild colt. To Melvin, he added, “Sorry, man. You..wanna come hang out with us for a while? We have a tree house!”

“It’s a pretty cool tree house.” Harold added, cracking a grin.

“Ummm...yeah, I still think I’ll pass. Call me again when I’m in the mood for getting made fun of for a full hour or two.” he said, walking off.

“Aww, Melvin, don’t be like that! Isn’t your house like, two miles away, anyway? We can totally give you a ride to the amazing Tree House Comix Inc., you can chill with us, spend a few hours playing Tetris or drawing nerd comics or something, and then we could take you back home!” Harold explained, hastily putting brown, white, and light orange button-eyed socks on his hands and right foot respectively to illustrate his vision. (The tangerine sock, Melvin noted, even sported a sported a tiny black bow tie and ginger woolen hair.)

“Or,” he continued as George gave Melvin a look that seemed to reveal that Harold had drawn out points with improvised sock puppetry before, “You could get your magazine and go back home.” The light orange sock puppet, to Melvin’s amusement, switched places with Harold, tucked a tiny bubblegum comic that he supposed was supposed to be the four hundred and fifty-third issue of Scientific American under his cotton arm and left, leaving sock puppet George and Harold giving each other blank expressions.

“You’d want to read it as soon as possible, but put it in your bag so you wouldn’t walk in front of a bus or something, and then you’d walk two sad endless miles without a friend, sadly listening to-you were listening to music, right?-sad music as you trudged home. Sadly.”

To emphasize this point, Harold took an extra few steps away from Captain Underpants for some unknown reason, then poured a miniature watering can over a dejected sock puppet Melvin, accompanied by a melancholy classical tune from his phone.

“And then you’d get home,”

The music stopped and the watering can was thrown to the side.

“Read the magazine, and die of sadness and boredom, and that’s why you need to hang out with us and have a ton of fun today!”

Melvin smiled slightly and shook his sock puppet counterpart’s hand.

“Deal.”

“To the Underwear Cave!” Captain Underpants cheered, kneeling down again.

“He means to our tree house.” Harold whispered, swinging back onto the superhero’s back and offering his hand to Melvin, who took it gratefully. 

On the ride back, George and Harold filled him in on everything. 

“Okay, so..Captain Underpants can’t get water on his head. Don’t ask.”

“He’s also a total goofball and wants to fight crime whenever possible. As in, if you have five extra minutes, he’ll be convinced that there’s some sort of crime going on somewhere. And there usually is...it’s kinda like how the little kid summoned all the demons to the hotel with his sixth sense in that one movie? Yeah, like that.”

“You okay, Melvin? You look a little freaked out...I know, the first ride is always a bit weird. You ever jumped out a window and slid down a lamppost before?”

“Why would I ever have done that? I mean...Oh no. Don’t tell me that you two have done that. Scratch my last question, how many times did you do that?”

“Um...a lot?” Harold laughed nervously, “Uh...do you wanna text your parents, let ‘em know you’re at our place?”

“They’re working late at the lab all week. Ciana and I are left to fend for ourselves, I’m afraid.” 

“Oh. I see. Well, that’s great, because we’re already here!” Harold said, giving another flourish to the tree house. Several mechanisms were affixed to various places, presumably meant to help one scale the tree in a much more complicated way than necessary. 

“How fast does Captain Underwear fly, exactly? Because this seems less like coincidence that we landed right now, and more like lazy writing on the author’s part.” Melvin said, adjusting his bow tie.

“Yeah...she does that. Consider your flight twice as fast with the right dialogue!” Harold said, ably climbing up the wooden steps, followed closely by George, then Melvin. Once inside, Harold excitedly pointed out the sleeping bags, mini fridge, comic gallery, television, and gaming system. 

“Oh...wow.” Melvin responded, his hazel eyes flashing with jubilee.

“So...what’cha wanna do?” 

“Well, you wouldn’t happen to have a deck of cards around, would you?”

George cocked his head, surprised by the ginger’s simple request. “Um..yeah, we have cards!” he said, withdrawing a deck from his pocket, “I should warn you though, I hold a pretty tight spot as Go Fish champion.”

“Oooh, Billy’s pretty good at Concentration, too.” Harold added. 

“Do either of you know how to play poker? I mean, not necessarily for gambling reasons, but...” he paused to withdraw a small drawstring sack from his bag, pulling the cord and tipping it over the floor to reveal a shimmering stream of chocolate coins, a small confectionery fortune by his feet, “for chocolate coins?”

“Awww, bro! This is probably the best thing you’ve ever done! No offense, I just...didn’t think you’d go for gambling and stuff. Even fake gambling. Or chocolate. Orrrr fun.” Harold said, his voice dropping off as he twisted his hands against his shirt.

A week before his third-grade graduation, Melvin looked up from his book to see a group of children in the cafeteria trading candy cigarettes. “Hey! You four are violating Rule #7,438: Section Five: ‘Smoking of cigarettes on campus is strongly prohibited! Note: Even if they aren’t lit! Note: Even if they’re candy cigarettes!’ I’m telling!”

“Awww, man.” They said, tucking the packs into their lunchboxes dejectedly. 

*****

“Well, I’m up for it in any case.” Harold responded, “I’m also about to go get a sandwich-either of you two want one?”

“I’ll take one!” George said, fanning out the deck, “I’m starving!”

Melvin politely declined, earning a look of confusion from both of the troublemakers. The truth was, in fact, that he had been so caught up with his studies that he hadn’t eaten in days; even when he and his sister ordered dinner, he would take a slice of pizza up to his room, then generally put it on top of a bookshelf, forget about it, and leave it for Danderella. At school, he never so much forgot his lunch as the desire to eat it; every time since Monday, he had felt a peculiar weight in his stomach, telling him to stuff it in his locker, to give it to somebody else, just to continue with his extra-credit assignments. That was the important thing, most of all-the extra credit was worth it, worth the fatigue and distorted rhythm of his perfected order to life, worth the trembling in his legs, all for the extra plus on his A’s, the smiles on his teachers’ faces, the extra cache he relied on when he stuttered during an oral report or rushed his penmanship in a five-page essay, earning him a docked half-point or so. 

Besides, eating was a waste of time that could be better dedicated to his research.

Still, Harold came back a few minutes later carrying an extra dish between the two in his hands, the rim meticulously balanced on the edges of the other two. Propping one knee under the paper plates, he passed out the sandwiches to all three of them in turn. 

“For Monsieur George”, he said, faking a French accent, “Your peanut butter and gummy worm sandvich, vith cold can of ze finest Mountain Dew, as well as light side of chips.” 

“Why, Mr. Hutchins, this is a rather delightful spread.” George said, feigning the voice of a luxuriously wealthy diner in a black-and-white film.

“And for Monsieur Melvin, ve have ze freshly pressed grilled cheese sandvich vith Dr. Pepper and chips. How do you like?” 

Melvin took the tray and aligned the neatly cut sandwich to a more aesthetically pleasing angle relative to the soda and Doritos bag. “Oh, uh..thanks for the sandwich I didn’t actually ask for?”

Harold broke out of his waiter impression for a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t explain this one. It’s a goofy tradition we have- you have to respond in a fancy accent.”

Melvin nodded slightly, then replied in a Russian voice, “Okay, I get it now. But my waitering friend, I have not placed an order!”

“Ah, vell, I fear ve have made an extra sandvich anyhow. So..you might as well take it, compliments of ze Tree House Gahden-Gahdens.” 

He grinned and sat down at his place, carefully arranging his hand of cards and setting down his own tuna salad-chocolate chip-miniature marshmallow sandwich with Sprite and Fritos. 

Melvin took a bite of the sandwich, and it tasted like...well, like a regular grilled cheese sandwich, but like something more at the same time. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 

“Did you use oregano in this?”

Harold winked, swallowing a bite of his own lunch before speaking. “Original Hutchins recipe.”

#########

“So, Melvin...do you have a hobby besides Science-y stuff and card games?” George asked.

“I make papercraft modules, play World of Warcraft, collect little tin cars, alphabetize everything, sort laundry by color in rainbow order, lightest to darkest...lots of stuff. Why?” he asked. 

“Eh. Just seeing if you do anything cool. Which you don’t.”

“What?”

George shrugged. “I call ‘em like I see ‘em.”

“O-kay...so, what do you two do for fun, besides card games, getting into trouble, and making comics?”

“Not much. Mostly just laugh at silly stuff and hang out in the club house. Skateboarding. Watching TV. Playing video games. That sort of thing.”

“How did you hook a television up to your club house?”

“Oh, it’s pretty interesting, actually!” Harold interjected, “You see, Mr. Beard built the basic layout, but one summer we actually earned so much money from odd jobs that we bought a second-hand television from somewhere, screwed a power outlet to the underside of the house, and hooked it up ourselves! Creative thinking, huh?”

“Mm-hmm..” Melvin said distractedly. “You two realize we’ve spent four and a half hours playing card games, video games, and goofing off?”

“Welcome to summer vacation, genius!” he said, nudging the scientist in the shoulder.

“Yeah..but it’s a two-hour walk back to my house, and given the time-” he paused to gesture to the hands on his watch cocked at 10:28-”I should probably start heading back. So, if you’ll excuse me-” he started to climb down the wooded steps of the tree house- “I’ll go. Thanks for having me over.” 

“Hang on!” Harold said, jumping off the top platform, grabbing one of the sturdier branches, and gently sliding down to the grass, “I’ll ask my dad to give you a ride! We’ve never seen your house anyway-is it like, a mansion or something?”

George straddled the rope of the tire swing and slid down, remaining on top of the tire. “Yeah, maybe it’s a science lab! Or an apartment!”

Harold looked at his black-haired friend peculiarly. 

“How is an apartment interesting?”

“It could be a nice apartment!” he retorted. “Or maybe one with a ton of secret passageways and a chocolate chandelier!” 

“I live in a pretty boring house, you two.” Melvin chuckled softly, “Though of course, I wouldn’t decline a ride, if it wouldn’t bother your parents too much.”

“Oh yeah, no! Not at all!” George responded, running inside and reemerging with his father, who ruffled Melvin’s hair with only a slight bit of annoyance not directed at him, but rather, at being interrupted while he was reading his favorite novel. (And he’d just gotten to the good part, too.)

“So, you’re the Sneedly kid who needs a ride, right?”

“Yes, sir. I apologize for bothering you this late, just-”

“Well, there’s no need to apologize, little fella! My son says you live way out of this neighborhood, is this true?”

“Well, yes, you could say that.” he responded, fingering the edge of his pressed sweater.

“May I ask for your address?”

“It’s 1123 Wilson Way, sir.”

“Oh, okay! Well then, you boys buckle up for the Beardmobile! Harold, do you want a ride home too?”

The blond giggled slightly at the question, almost involuntarily. “Yes, Mr. Beard. Thank you!”

############

He had expected the trip to be awkward, that he’d be staring at his hands the whole way until George’s father let him off, but after forty-five minutes of conversation, Melvin found that he didn’t mind it so much after all.

When they finally stopped at the address, the mischief-making duo stepped out after him, each giving some sort of salute to their chauffeur.

“Are you two planning to move in?” Melvin asked bemusedly, “ Because I’m not sure you quite fit the...atmosphere.”

In unison, George and Harold both bowed deeply to the ginger, acting the part of a high-class attendant. 

“Vy, Mr. Sneedly, ve came as escorts to see your fancy house!” George said, faking the second faux French accent and hooking his arm in Melvin’s.

“It is the least ve could do for a friend in need at-” Harold said, taking the boy’s skinny wrist gently in his hands and glancing at his watch-”11:15 at night!”

Melvin rolled his eyes and smiled. 

“ Vous êtes deux fous. Je suis honoré d'être considéré comme votre ami.”

“...I have no idea what you just said.”

#########

Up in his bedroom, the boys dropped their arms and simultaneously dropped to one knee, giving an over-dramatic grand sweeping gesture.

“Your room, Mr. Sneedly?” Harold said, cracking a grin.

“Yes, yes, you have both been fine escorts. Now please, leave so I may continue research.” he said, in imitation of a wealthy person while struggling not to smile.

“Ah, but school starts at like, 6:00 AM! Surely, you’d want to get more than forty minutes of sleep tonight?”

“I’m not even going to ask how you got my polyphastic sleep schedule down.”

“Tough luck, sport.” George said, doing a bad impersonation of his father, “The, um, school code or something says that even crazy mad scientists with flammable chemicals and miniature robots have to sleep longer than the car ride it took to get here.”

“Yeah, and if you don’t, then...uh..we’re going to hypnotize you!” Harold said, his thumb rubbing his bare index finger instinctively.

“What? Bro, we might accidentally turn him into Doctor Octopus or something!” George whispered.

“Yeah, he already did that. Remember that Octopus-robot thing he had a while back? Good point, though.” Harold whispered back.

“Sooooo you’re both going to stay..in my room...while your dad waits outside...until I go to sleep?” Melvin asked.

“Yup! We can even give you a mild dose of sleeping powder if you’re going to be all stubborn and stuff!” Harold chuckled.

“Either you broke into the White House or the stuff you have doesn’t work. And I’m going to guess you-”

Harold tore open a waxy paper packet, shook the contents into his palm, and blew it gently towards the boy, who stood his ground rambling about the homeostatic process and cytokines while visibly becoming more exhausted as he spoke. Before long, he fell asleep on the spot, and the ten-year-old bit his lower lip and pressed his hand against his heart. 

“Awww, he looks so adorable when he’s asleep!” he murmured softly.

“Did you just drug Melvin? Because, I know this is a bit hippo-critic-y, but we could probably get in a lot of trouble for that.”

“Nah, it’s corn starch. But since we told him it was sleeping powder, it actually worked-I think that’s called the Placenta effect.’’

 Turning to George, he rattled off instruction with surprising authority.

“Alright. You, get his shoulders, and I’ll get his feet. We’ll lift on three..” 

Together, they tucked him under the oddly-unwrinkled sheets, George taking off his glasses and propping them up on his nightstand as an afterthought before they ran downstairs beaming and jumped into the “Beardmobile”.

“Did we just nerd-sit?” Harold laughed.

“Yeah...I think we did!” George responded, holding out his fist expectantly.

“Nerdsitting.” The two said once more, fingers dancing in the cool night air as they pulled apart.

FIN!

Haha, sorry for another Author’s Note down here. Just wanted to point out, that, if anyone was wondering, Melvin’s French translates roughly to “You’re both fools. I’m honored to be considered your friend.” 

Pandafish!

#cu #captain underpants #melvin sneedly #george beard #harold hutchins #guys forgive me for just like #sending the captain off to fight crime midway through #also please pay no mind to the minifridge when Harold hands out drinks #okay? #umm #no ships please #and uh #panda panda panda

[the-fiction-witch]

Reporter p2

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT  COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING SMUT AF

I blushed as I laid on the soft hotel bed, my heart racing and my breath sharp and jagged. Looking over me with his legs either side of me sat Benny Watts looking down at me with a smirk on his face. When my boss said get some new and interesting out of Benny watts… I don't think this is what he meant. 

"Something wrong baby?" He smirked 

"I just uhh-" I stuttered

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna have sex with me anymore?" He smirked kissing a line down my jaw and my neck kissing down where my chest was exposed from my dress his lips soft even if his hair tickled me slightly 

"So long as… you still wanted to" I blushed 

"Humm course I do" he growled biting in my dress "now uhh I need to ask you a question"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure? Because… I'm gonna be honest miss y/l/n. Once it starts I can't can't turn it off. So I need to know you're sure," he says sitting up again and fixing my hair behind my ear "I can be a little… intense"

"It uhh it's not problem Mr Watts" I blushed "if it's too much I'll say so" 

"Good, now… kiss me" he smirked grabbing my waist rather hard moving me to sit up my body completely against his own skinny form moving me sharply and simply as if I was merely a chess piece, my lips pressed harshly to his own his hands grasping at my waist and small of my back, I kissed his lips back tasting the rosé we had been drinking as well as an odd taste of dust and wood but he smelt like that alot too his hair gently tickling me a shock at first as I had never kissed a man with facial hair before but I instantly liked it grabbing his shoulders rather hard in surprise at the sudden movement as well as in my enjoyment of the kiss. I felt him smirk as I kissed back but before I could do much else he threw me in the bed and I heard a groan in his throat as he looked at me lustfully, his eyes dark with a sick desire. "Take the dress off" he growled looking at me intensely even with his hair slightly falling in his eyes "now" 

"Yes Mr Watts" I blushed sitting up and unzipping my dress but clearly I was taking to long as he slapped my hand away and almost ripped it off me I'm surprised he didn't break it throwing it to the floor pushing me to lay flat on the mattress as his eyes flicked up and down my half naked body 

"Ummm your beautiful baby" he smirked "but I'm not waiting any longer" he growled grabbing the knife from his belt I was scared a moment as he slipped the cold sharp blade between my skin and my bra within seconds the thin fabric gave out breaking in the centre of the cups and he ripped it off my body putting his knife on the bed "ooh yeah! So that's what you where hiding from me" he smirked grabbing my breasts eagerly squeezing and folding them in his hands kissing down between my breasts stopping in the exact middle of the barrel of my chest to bite me leaving a rather harsh hiki as he did I was about to speak but he moved back and grabbed his knife again, I felt the cold blade slip between my skin on my hip and my panties cutting the fabric he did the same within seconds to the other side taking off my panties leaving me naked, he bundled the shreds if my panties that remained in his hand smirking down at me as he threw his knife to the table "ummm so wet baby? Did you really like reporting on me that much?' he smirked "is that what you like hu? Making all your interviewes talk dirty to you baby? Or did my cock just get you that excited?" I didn't answer Unsure what to say exactly "don't worry, you'll get my cock soon enough baby" he smirked undoing his belt and jeans setting free his hard cock gently he grasped his base and jerked himself a couple of times before he pressed himself against me gently at first "are you uhh… you know?" He asks tenderly glancing down at me carefully I nodded blushing bright red "so I can cum inside then?" He smirked a cocky tone in his voice as he said it and I nodded blushing somehow even more "good girl" he smirked grabbing my thigh and wrapping my leg around him and before I could even breath I felt him push inside me stretching me and already making me feel wetter then I ever had been in my life "fuck! Ummm your so tight baby" he growled holding my hip as he slowly moved himself pulling out to only have the tip inside me then slipping as deep as he could go inside me over and over even if it was slow I was driving me insane "uhh! Your tight little pussy feels so good baby, how does it like it Around my cock?" He smirked biting on my neck as he got slowly faster 

"It feels so good…" 

"Does it? Do you like my cock Inside you baby?" He whispered in my ear 

"Yes…" I gasped 

"Then fucking scream for me" he ordered sitting up completely grabbing my hips to lift them off the bed as his slow thrusts turned into rappid pounding with little warning, the bedframe banging into the wall with his every thrust, the bedsprings creaking and squeeking with each movement of his hips, I was in another world my head unable to think about anything but the burning pleasure between my legs as he mercilously fucked me. My legs around him, his hands grasping into my hips, my breasts moving with each thrust moans fell from my mouth like a waterfall and I didn't care. I didn't care what noise I made, I didn't care that likely everyone in the hotel floor could hear us having sex, I didn't care that whoever shared this wall with Benny as likely going to complain about us to the hotel, all I cared about was the pleasure that built with his every moment barely any words came out of me not anything coherent anyway. I knew how close I was and I think he could tell too I smiled a little moving my hand to gently feel his chest exposed from the undone buttons he smiled looking down at my hand "oohh? Is that what my baby wants?" He smirked undoing the rest of the buttons of his shirt. I smiled moving my other hand to gently touch him "aww you like feeling me up baby? Or did you just want me naked?" 

"I uhh-" I stuttered and he smirked pushing his shirt off him completely leaving us both completely naked, he somehow got faster and rougher on me using me like I was his little toy, like I was his to use to please himself. "Uuuhhh uughhhh!" I moaned as I got closer holding him tightly 

"Ohh yeah baby! You feel so fucking good!" He moaned as he got a little sloppier and it was obvious he wasn't far off either 

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhh!! Uummmm uhhh!" I moaned digging my nails in to slightly scratch down his back 

"Uuhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Scream Baby! Scream for me, let the whole fucking hotel know who's fucking your pretty pussy!" He orders 

"UUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhh Uughhh!" I screamed tightening my legs around him feeling on the edge of my peak like just one little thing would set me off but he continued on and on like he didn't even care I was close like I was still miles away 

"Fuck!" He moans, biting and sucking at my neck and chest again hitting me. In a new angle deeper and more intense "say my name baby!" 

"Uhh Benny!" I moaned pulling on his hair as he buried his head in my neck 

"Say all of it baby!" He grunted 

"Uuuhh Benny! Benny Watts' uhhhh!" I squealed just at that moment I hit my orgasum clenching around him as it went to another world of pleasure he got faster and faster driving me harder letting me ride out my orgasum and all the after shock but he was still going, like nothing had happened like nothing had changed the same pace as before not stopping even for a second for me to rest when he rather suddenly bucked his hips and jerked in some odd angles as I felt him cum inside me 

"Uuh! Uuuuuughhhh!" He groaned before stopping completely "fuck! Fuck baby" he said gasping for breath sweat across his skin he laid on my chest his head on my breasts while he caught his breath his arms around me tighly him infact still being inside me cuddled up rather sweetly as we cleaned down 

"Well… that was certainly a new Side to reporting" I giggled 

"Talk about a new Side to your story baby" he laughs "you're not actually going to write about this are you?" 

"No," I giggled "why do you think I would?"

"You'd be surprised, somebody would pay a pretty penny for this story" he smirked 

"I'm sure they would," I smiled Playing with his hair "maybe someone like sports illustrated or maybe penthouse would pay me for the nice story about Benny watts fucking a reporter in his hotel room"

"They would," he says, "you're not going to… right?" 

"Of course not, why would I?" I smiled "if I did… I wouldn't be in with a chance if getting it again"

"Again? Ummm my dirty little baby" he smirked kissing up my chest too my lips I gently moaned against his lips and he smiled before he pulled away and out and laid down beside me "you can stay… if you want" 

"I might have to, I can't feel my legs" I giggled 

"I did warn you I could be intense" he laughs.

I woke up to the sunlight coming in through the half pulled curtains, the ticking of a clock somewhere in the room soft breathing behind me. My mind flashing back to everything that happened last night making me stir a little 

"Uummmm" groaned from behind me clearly I woke him "good morning miss y/l/n" 

"Good morning Mr Watts" I smirked back 

"Umm what time is it baby?" He groans resting his chin on my shoulder his arm around me tightly his body pressed close to me 

"Uuh?" I said unsure opening my eyes to see the clock on the table "half six"

"Uummmm no," he moans nuzzling into my neck 

"No?' I giggle

"No… to early" 

"You'll be late for the second day of the championship" I remind

"Five more minutes" he whines like a child 

"You normally get up at this time" I smiled 

"Yeah but I don't normally have intense bed post rattling sex the night before" he complained "I need to sleep get back my energy, recoop what I lost" he smirked gently humping my butt a little 

"Do you normally do it the night before then?' 

"Practice. Shower then bed by nine" he answered "I'm not usually still awake and… exerting myself at eleven at night, let alone kissing myself over anything" he explained "why? You're not still interviewing me are you?' he yawns 

"Maybe I am" I giggled 

"I'm not getting up, baby. No way in fucking hell,"

"What would get you up?' I smirked 

"Coffee. Extra five minutes of sleep… you suck my Dick. All are good options feel free to give me whichever one you want if you really wanna get me out if bed" he smirked 

"Ohh really?" I smirked 

"Ummm then again I would… rather one of them"

"Would you know? I wonder which?" 

"I think you know which one I'd... prefer?" He smirked kissing my neck and shoulder 

"Have five more minutes" I laughed

"Too late I used it up snuggling you," he says "I need to be up anyway" he sighed moving away to sit up rubbing his eyes giving my butt a slap as he left the bed getting some clothes on I smirked seeing the state I had left his back in, he looked like he'd been mauled by a bear. As he got dressed for the day "did you want to go down to the hotel restaurant, and get a little breakfast?" 

"I'm okay, I need to get to my room anyway" I said getting out of bed and dressing best I could given my underwear and bra where in taters on his floor "I still have the championship to report on, not just you"

“aww am I keeping you baby?" He smirked 

"A little" I smiled as I finished getting dressed "I do still have a few questions for you Mr Watts" I blushed 

"Oohh I bet you do" he smirked "it's fine, we have five days. I'm sure we'll cover everything" he smirked "see you around later then"

"Later" I smiled, kissing him, gathering my paperwork and going off to my own room.

#BENNYWATTS #Benny watts

[ive-always-been-a-pirate]

So, Tumblr thought it would be cool to eat my birthday post to my lovely friend and dark counterpart @optomisticgirl....which is actually super NOT cool. Anyway, I’m posting this a little late, but here it is! Happy day of birth, my Aries partner-in-crime! You are a lady, a scholar, and a wonderful human being.

A little classic literature and verbose Killian smut :) M-rated for certain.

“Well, that’s a long face if I’ve ever seen one,” Granny announced, leaning over the counter to snatch the empty hot chocolate mug. “What’s got you down, Sheriff?”

Lifting her frustrated eyes from the leatherbound book she’d borrowed from the library at Belle’s insistence, Emma attempted a casual smile before addressing the inquiry of the woman who owned the place. It was a rather half assed try, but what was the point in pretending all was well when it certainly was not? They’d been chasing their tails for days over how to put a stop to the Evil Queen’s most recent reign of terror, galavanting through a handful of untold stories until they landed on an author who was dreadfully familiar and the answer to all their problems - according to an odd inkling Henry had while thumbing through a newly discovered version of the storybook. If she’d known sending him with Killian to the author’s abandoned mansion in search of an alternate text would amount to her reading not one but four Shakespeare books - well, she definitely would have thought twice about needing more information.

The whole idea was starting to feel like ‘much ado about nothing’ - pun very much intended.

“I'm fine,” Emma sighed, tracing the cover of As You Like It with a distracted finger. “Just not thrilled with everyone’s book recommendations for the Savior lately.”

“Ah, I see,” the old woman nodded as she caught sight of the small stack of novels. “Those aren’t exactly easy reading from what I’ve heard. I’m guessing it’s research?”

“It’s supposed to be,” Emma answered as she flipped through a few pages. “But with the way this guy writes, it’s hard enough to understand what’s going on in the story let alone figure out if it might give us a clue about how to figure out what Regina’s other half is up to.”

“Her ‘worse’ half, I can assure you,” Granny commented as she peeked at the words. “It does look quite complex. Not Henry’s forte either, I take it?”

“He’s been helping Regina sort through things in her vault since yesterday so I’m on book patrol,” she explained, gesturing toward the pile. “Well, failing at book patrol.”

“I wish I could help, but I must say that this Shakespeare guy is even out of my league,” Granny replied, her expression sweet and sympathetic. “But I’m happy to grab you a fresh cup of cocoa and a bearclaw while you keep at it.”

Emma let another exasperated exhale escape her lips but she offered a nod of agreement. Dropping her eyes back down to the text on the pages in Romeo and Juliet, she came across a set of words that she’d read a few times already.

“Ugh - but what does it mean when your ‘bounty is boundless as the sea’?”

She was just about to slam the cover of the sappy, tragic tale closed when the bell above the diner door gave a soft ding. Her attention was quickly pulled that way and it didn’t take long for her to be glad that she’d looked up.

Speak of the sea, she thought with a secretive smile.

“Afternoon, love.”

His voice was smooth and calming in a way that would forever soothe her, a fact she knew her eyes gave away the second she witnessed his handsome smirk. He was always so perceptive to her reactions and it was useless trying to hide just how much she admired watching him walk into a room. She’d given up on her charade of being unaffected by him long ago - and he’d made sure to prove to her a million times over just what a worthwhile decision that had been.

“Captain,” she replied with a bit of a relieved grin, watching his eyes respond to her playful nickname. “Coming to wallow in my misery with me?”

“Misery you say,” he countered, placing a gentle kiss against her hair before grabbing one of the books for analysis. “How could being required to read all day make you miserable? That’s a lifestyle that might even rival a pirate’s.”

He hopped up onto the stool next to her, his fingers flipping through a couple of pages as he joined in her fruitless work. There was something to be said about how willing he was to jump right into just about anything with her. Yes, definitely something - but words were sure as hell not her thing today.

“It’s not the task I’m annoyed with,” she told him as she watched him narrow his eyes at the story. “Just the material.”

“Hmmm,” he pondered, stealing a sip of her drink. “What's not to like about it, love?”

“It's just that Shakespeare can be a little….wordy.”

He grinned at that, running his tongue absently over his bottom lip as he pressed a hand down to prop the book open. The navy blue of his studious stare was almost as deep as the text he was currently immersed in - a particular play about a wild bird of a woman who people thought needed taming. She’d scoffed at the title initially, but it was almost too humorous to watch him bite back his grin when he noticed the book’s name.

“It does seem rather seeped in a wealth of various language techniques,” he remarked as he kept his sight on the fancy writing she was so irritated with, the edge of his mouth curving upward after a moment. “This William appears to be quite the clever man.”

It hit her then - the strange connection she knew she should have drawn from the beginning. She was so busy being perplexed by the author at hand that she hadn't realized she'd just turned his work over to another man who prided himself on an impressive vocabulary. Shakespeare probably had the literary world cornered on lavish language, but as far as this realm went, the pirate at her side was quite the contender.

“I guess,” she somewhat agreed, tilting her neck at him. “Any chance you understand this better than I do?”

He took a moment to process her question before his eyes moved back to hers and he picked up on the intent behind her curiosity. Matching the angle of her head, he radiated pure amusement and the curve of his mouth that told her he didn't plan on brushing that aside.

Oh hell, what had she just gotten herself into?

“Though I believe you're discrediting your ability to decode, I suppose I could offer my insight,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I'm all ears, love - how can I help?”

The next hour was almost more torturous than the past few had been. Sure, she’d recruited the help of a man who could not only decode ancient Latin inscriptions but also seemed to have a talent for picking apart the work of history’s greatest playright, but that was the problem. He was the always captivating and completely distracting….problem.

“Still with me, Swan?”

“Oh - ummm, yeah,” she said suddenly, blinking several times as she tried to pretend she hadn’t been staring. “I’m just not sure why he’s constantly comparing her to a wasp. He could have picked something a little….nicer.”

“I don’t think it’s meant to be degrading, love,” Killian told her, tapping his fingertips on the counter. “I believe the goal here was to illustrate her as a bold woman - one who stands her ground and speaks her mind.”

Emma didn’t miss the way he looked at her with raised eyebrows, the parallel floating in the air between them hanging heavily as she watched him. They hadn’t made it through the entire text just yet, but she’d read enough to know that she had a few things in common with the leading lady.

“She’s a spitfire,” he smiled, winking once before taking a sip from the mug Granny had passed him. “I dare say she’s what makes the story worth reading. Quite passionate, wouldn’t you say, Swan?”

Emma felt a familiar heat run down her spine at the sound of his innuendo ridden words. He’d said something like that to her once before and the way the accented inquiry seemed to slip off his tongue made her skin tingle. Passionate was a word that definitely came into play whenever he was around and despite the way her morning had started, she’d ended up right back beneath that same adjective once again.

Damn him, she thought as she bit her lip.

Their study session drifted on and with the minutes ticking by, Emma felt her patience start to thin. Watching his skilled finger point out what he believed might be crucial details was a tempting sight rivaled only by the continuous taunts of his academic tongue. Honestly, how he could sound so intelligent and so sinful at the same time was completely beyond her - but she certainly wasn’t upset that he could accomplish such a thing.

Emma listened to a list of clever explanations pass by his lips, each more hypnotic than the previous one. She knew the use of words like ‘volubility’ and ‘peremptory’ should have made her ask questions, but watching the way his mouth moved as he read each one pointed her curiosity in a very different direction.

“So why does he have to say things like ‘utterth’? It doesn’t seem necessary when he could just write ‘said’.”

“A fair question I suppose,” he agreed as he closed the book, his eyebrow arching as he tilted his head. “But it’s about the romantic element of writing, love.”

“Hmmm,” Emma pondered, matching his expression. “Romance, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm. I mean, the word ‘said’ doesn’t seem so appealing when a man can ask….or request….or even plead-” he answered, leaning on the counter a little more as flirtation filled his eyes. “-or even utterth.”

Emma felt a wave of chills take over her body at the sound of his thick accent and at the sight of his subtle bedroom eyes. It was an evolving scene she'd witnessed many times before and as he challenged her with that coaxing smirk, she knew this would only end one way.

“Quite interesting that a writer can gather such a reaction from you, Swan,” he breathed. “Suggestive words like ‘nay but to live in the sweat of an enseamed bed, sowed in corruption-’”

“Wrong story, Killian,” she cut in, her own stare shifting into a state of daring. “I read that one two days ago.”

“I know,” he nodded, his eyes playful and simmering. “But it never hurts to review the text - you know, just to….really get into it.”

The heat built between them quickly, surely enough to start a fire with the nearby stack of novels as kindling - and yes, she had considered that since the moment she saw the flicker of blue flames in his attentive gaze. Yet there was something else that appealed to her the longer he read and the more he allowed the vague stories by Shakespeare to wrap around his lilting tongue. She couldn't fully explain just what was happening, but when he finally closed the cover of the text he'd been analyzing, Emma decided they'd studied enough - at least for now.

“Well, if you’re going to put it like that-” Emma breathed wantonly, flicking her wrist so that a thin swirl of smoke surrounded them. “-then I'd prefer to listen to you continue in private.”

The feel of her magic drew a heat through her body as he took her hands in his, the quick movement pulling them together as the space of the diner vanished. The absence of company suddenly filled Emma with pure need and the intoxicated look on his handsome face once the cloud dispersed told her he felt the same.

“Come here then, darling,” he beckoned once he steadied from their quick transport to one of the inn’s upstairs rooms. “I'll tell you whatever you'd like to hear.”

“Just….you,” she replied as she chased his lips, her body quivering as he tugged quickly at her shirt. “I want to hear you.”

His smile spread as his breath lingered over hers, a soft brush of his lips taking her under and into that sea of passion he seemed to always pull her to. With his touch tracing her cheek, Emma felt her legs weaken familiarly and he instantly adjusted to keep her upright. With his palm hot against her lower back, she reached up to curl her fingers around the collar of his dark leather jacket. It was a move she couldn't resist and one he'd still never tired of if his low moan against her mouth was any indication.

“You'll be the death of me, love,” he mumbled as his hips leaned into hers. “Though I’m hard pressed to find myself upset at the thought.”

“Hard is-” she grinned, her mouth falling open as his teeth traced her collarbone. “-one way to say it.”

“Suppose I should see if there’s a few other ways I can add to that list,” he said with a gasp as she ripped open his shirt. “You’ll need to be a little more indecent for those though, Swan.”

“Seems reasonable,” she smirked as his fingers deftly curled around the fabric of her sweater. “But only if you are first.”

He chuckled at that, a dark and needy sound that went right to her core. She’d never been so easily affected by words or by the lilting tone his seemed to wrap themselves in, but he’d always had a way with that - turning her into a desperate mess with a mere mumble or whisper. Emma felt her knees tremble as his hands brushed her bare skin, their clothes pooling at her feet as he lifted her onto the bed. The mattress creaked as expected - a little fact they’d picked up on one night when they’d had a bit too much to drink and decided to rent a room just up the hall instead of heading home. The noise wasn’t off putting in the least and the low moan the escaped his throat as her touch found his shoulderblades was proof of just how much he didn’t care about the bedsprings.

“Love, lift up,” he requested, rutting against her once as he prompted her to move. “Legs around me.”

Emma followed his heated directions, wondering just where her stubborn spirit had gone. It didn’t seem to exist in the same realm as this passionately wordy man, especially when he was using his tone to tease and tantalize her. The firm feel of him between her thighs began to pull a shaky breath from her lips, but he swept her into a deep kiss that dissolved it instantly.

He’d always been good at that too.

“They’re only words, Swan,” he told her as he paused a moment, his mouth gentle against hers as he pushed inside with a smooth thrust. “But you know there’s plenty I love telling you.”

“Oh,” Emma reacted as her arms draped around his neck. “Like what?”

“A multitude of things, darling,” he answered with a grin against her neck. “Perhaps more colorful than anything you’ll read in any one of those books downstairs.”

“Hmmm,” she pondered as he anchored himself above her. “You might have to prove that to me.”

“I intend to, darling,” he laughed, sliding forward a little deeper. “We, fortunately, have all night for just that.”

“Good thing you have such an-” Emma said with a soft moan, her fingers pressed into his back. “-extensive vocabulary.”

“Oh, love,” he replied, his hand tight on her thigh as he hitched her leg up a little higher. “You haven’t heard anything yet.”

The course of the night proved just how much Emma truly hadn’t ever had the opportunity to listening to. Little praises of his familiar ‘there, Swan’ and ‘yes, just like that’ were mixed in with his heavy accent and punctuated groans while she attempted to remain coherent enough to hear more. He said her name endlessly, like it was a mantra he couldn’t keep from clinging to as he moved relentlessly against her. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been at it by the time she finally fell apart, but he held her tight in his lap as he followed her into the verbal abyss of finishing together. Emma knew her mind was clouded with pleasure, but she was almost positive he’d been mumbling something quite filthy in a language she didn’t know he spoke when she collapsed against his chest. His hair was damp and her fingers carded through it lazily while she regained her own ability to talk.

Not that much needed to be said after something like that - well, maybe one thing.

“Killian?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you-” she told him as she nuzzled his side. “-and thank you for helping me with the books. I know you had other stuff to do today.”

“Perhaps, but you know this is always my first choice,” he countered, twisting her hair around his finger. “Naked while I tell you all the obscene things you coax me into to saying.”

“Alright, you’ve made your point,” she breathed happily as she leaned up to kiss him. “Now we might have time for a little nap before the studying must resume if you’re interested.”

“I may be,” he said thoughtfully. “But I can think of something else-”

“Hey,” she cut in, weakly trying to stop his obvious and honestly very wanted advance. “Shut up….”

“Oh, Swan,” he laughed, flipping them over and starting down at her with an intention she’d grown to love. “We both know that’s not what you want.”

His lips melted against hers as his hands took hold of hers, his fingers wrapping skillfully around her wrists as he proved just how fast he could talk her into anything. Whatever argument she was pretending she might have planned disappeared as the sheets tangled around their legs and he used his mouth in so many more ways than one - a feat only he could manage so perfectly.

“Perhaps not,” she admitted as his blue eyes darkened. “So why don’t you tell me what you think I want?”

“Sounds like a dangerous game you’re interested in playing, love,” he said with a devilish grin. “But whatever you say.”

“Hey,” she teased. “That’s my line.”

“Well,” he quipped, the hint of a challenge in his gaze. “Let’s see if we can make your lines a little more interesting.”

Tagging some folks: @xpumpkindumplingx, @themmaswan, @spartanguard, @laschatzi, @kat2609, @captainswanismyendgame, @timeless-love-story, @cat-sophia, @eala-captian, @kmomof4, @cherrywolf713, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @phiralovesloki, @deathbycaptainswan

#cs ff #cs smut #cs fic gifts #belated birthday things #dirty talking killian and the undertones of book thieving killian #they're reserved for you always B #happy birthday to you my dear!!!!

[sillymillyxd]

Welp, I got tagged in a thing a while ago and I am just getting to it now ^^;

Sorry @dravidious for the late response.

 Nicknames:

Milly (I have a ton of others but this one is the most common...or people just call me by my regular name.)

Star sign:

Scorpio

Height:

Over 5' and under 6'

Time right now:

11:50am 

Last thing I googled:

color conversion hp printer cmyk

Fave music artist:

TFK (Thousand Foot Krutch)

Song stuck in my head:

At the moment...none. Most recent one was the entrance music for NXT Wrestler, Shinsuke Nakamura. 

Last movie I watched:

The Secret Life of Pets

Last tv show I watched:

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

What I’m wearing right now:

Baggy minion shirt, pajama shorts, and a mermaid tail blanket.

When I created this blog:

Ummm....about two to three years ago?? (I think)

What I post:

I mostly post art and updates for my fanfic. Most of my stuff revolves around Undertale and Pokémon.

Do I get asks regularly:

Eh, kinda? I usually get asks in response to a chapter post.

Why did I choose my url:

I chose my url based on a username I use for a lot of different public profiles. I'm silly and my nickname is Milly. I added the 'XD' at the end because originally 'SillyMilly' was taken (and it's one of my favorite emotes to do)

Gender:

Female. 

Hogwarts house:

Hufflepuff (because I am 'the rest' XD )

Pokemon team:

Valor

Favorite color: 

I like almost all colors, just not hot pink (though I enjoy more natural pink colors)

Average hours of sleep:

7-8hours

Lucky number: 

13

Favorite Characters:

Too many...but just to name a few: Sans, Papyrus, Garrus Vakarian, Zim, Gengar, Vivi Ornitier, Meta Knight, 8 (from 9)....

Dream job:

I think being a t-shirt designer would be great. Or a children's book illustrator.

Number of blankets I sleep with:

One blanket (though it changes based on the season) and one sheet.

 I am suppose to tag people, but I think I scared some of my followers away by tagging them the last time I did this. SO! Whoever wants to fill this out, GO AHEAD! :D

#sillymillyxd says stuff #random chain thing #this was fun

[goldentelepath]

Tagged by: @vitaveria and two others a long time ago :’ D

Tagging: If you want to do it! Because I’m pretty sure I’m late to the party in tagging anyone... again. >w<

NICKNAME: Baj, Jinka, Linds STAR SIGN: Cancer HEIGHT:  5′7 CURRENT TIME: 6:41 pm FAVE MUSIC ARTIST:  Thomas Bergerson Nick Phoenix (Two steps from hell), Erik Ekholm, antti martikainen, Danny Cocke, BrunuhVille, James Padget, Ivan Torrent, Tyler Bates, Red light king, Hollywood Undead, Rise against, Angels and airwaves, Fall out Boy, Nightwish, Within Temptation-- And this list goes of forever lmao,  LAST MOVIE WATCHED:  Moana LAST SHOW WATCHED:  .... Dr. Phil WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG:  October 14, 2016 WHAT KIND OF STUFF DO YOU POST:  Roleplays, quotes, some art, totally no shitposting happens here either. OTHER BLOGS: Blades (I’m redoing his URL) @terrorofthesouthernseas @viciouslittlechinchilla, @eusebesshrinepriestess (the others are kinda of on semi haitus because of my energy right now),  @bajiinka WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL: I originally tried Goldentelepath, Goldentelekenetic, but I guess those were taken. I wanted to keep a supernatural term and I’m not very fold of using ‘x’ and ‘c’ in URLs (but I would have if that didn’t work xP) I’m kinda of thinking about changing it again...

HOGWARTS HOUSE:  Thats Harry Potter right? ummm.... errr... I have no idea. POKEMON TEAM:  Errrmmm.....! *nervous sweatdrop* FAVORITE COLOR: PURPLE, ANY SHADE OF PURPLR. I don’t know what the muse’s favorite color is, but I’m gonna say its blue xD. AVG HOURS SLEEP:  usually its 8-9 hours. But its been turning into 16 hours since my recovery... yuck. LUCKY NUMBERS: 14 HOW MANY BLANKETS DO YOU SLEEP WITH?: One  DREAM JOB: illustrator in comics or graphic novels?  FOLLOWING: 269 FOLLOWERS: 211

#;outofgold #;;games

[l-a-r-r-yspellslove]

5000 question survey - part 2

101. What does happiness/joy feel like physically? Cheeks hurting and heart pumping and feeling sort of free. 102. List five people you love starting with the one you love the absolute most. I have two nephews and two nieces and they rank 1-4. Then #5 would probably be my little. 103. How many movies have you gone to see this month?

One. Today, I went and saw Onward. 104. If you could have 3 wishes...but none of them could be for yourself, what would you wish for?

Forever happiness and freedom for Harry and Louis. 105. In what ways do you relax and de-stress when you are really tense?

Reading. Deep breaths. 106. How much money would it take to get you to drive to school naked in the springtime and get out of the car?

A million dollars. 107. Have you ever killed an animal?

I think I ran over a squirrel once. 108. Have you ever lost someone close to you?

My grandpa. 109. What do you think of cloning?

It’s fucking weird. 110. Do you read or watch TV more often?

Depends on the day. 111. With all this talk of terrorism going around are you willing to sacrifice rights and freedoms for increased safety?

Uh, depends on the rights/freedoms, I suppose. 112. What is the punishment you would come up with for Osama Bin Laden if you caught him alive?

I don’t like to think about these things. 113. Have you ever named an individual part of your body?

Nope. 114. Have you ever been on the radio or on TV?

I was on the news as a kid and I was on the radio with my sorority once. 115. Have you ever won a lottery, or sweepstakes?

Uh, no. 116. Have you ever won a contest or competition?

Ummm, I think the spelling bee as a kid. 117. Do you like to watch The Joy of Painting show with Bob Ross (check out this link if you don't know who he is. Also please note me if you notice the link is broken) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Ross_(painter)?

Not often. 118. Do you know what your grandparents and your great grand parents did for a living?

Uhh, yes for two but no for the others. 119. Is there anything really interesting in your family history?

The guy that the movie Braveheart was based on? I’m related to him. 120. Is there anyone you trust completely?

My little. 121. Have you ever lost someone without having the chance to say goodbye?

Yes 122. How do you feel about women in politics?

Women can do anything. 123. Would you rather have an indoor Jacuzzi or an outdoor pool?

indoor Jacuzzi 124. What things are you interested in that you study or read about on your own?

Lots of things. It varies from time to time. 125. Would you consider yourself to be intelligent?

Yes 126. Would you consider yourself to be wise?

Somewhat 127. Have you ever given or received a lap dance?

No 128. Have you ever spoken to a homeless person?

Yes 129. Would you ever creep into the subway tunnels to go exploring?

Not alone. 130. If you could add 70 years to your life but only by making some random person die 70 years sooner would you?

I don’t think so 131. Can you finish any of the following lyrics? A: Nothing to kill or die for... B: Late comings with the late comin' stretcher... C: I could make a film and make you my star... uhh no

132. Were you ever with someone while they died?

No 133. Would you rather be a world political leader or a rock star?

a rock star. 134. Have you ever given someone a love letter that you wrote?

no 135. Have you ever sent someone a surprise though the mail?

i don’t think so 136. Are you looking forward to any concerts right now?

YES. Niall’s, Louis’s, Harry’s 137. Of all animated movies, which is the best one you've ever seen?

I really really really loved Onward, but it’s right up there with Frozen, I guess. 138. What are the best bands or songs to listen to while driving?

Anything upbeat. One Direction. Obviously. 139. What do you think is the most amazing thing that anyone has ever accomplished?

I mean, whoever put peanut butter inside chocolate the first time. 140. What could a member of the opposite sex do to impress you?

I dunno. Cook me something delicious. Make me something.  141. About how many emails do you get a day?

a lot. How many of those emails are junk mail? most How many of them are forwards? none, forwards are a thing of the past. 142. What's your favorite thing to do online besides write in your diary and hang out at this site?

I don’t spend much time on livejournal where this is from... I would say most of my time online is watching/streaming shows/movies. 143. Do you believe Kurt Cobain (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Cobain) killed himself or was it a conspiracy?

idk 144. Have you ever though about hitchhiking across the country?

sure 145. Who would you bring with you on this kind of a road trip?

whoever wanted to go, i guess. But hitchhiking is dangerous, so no. 146. Of the following, which word best describes you: accurate, bold, charming, dependable 147. If you are single, at about what age do you think you will be ready to settle down and get married? If you are married, how old were you at the time?

I’d be cool with settling down anytime. 148. Do you often wonder, when you say goodbye to people, if it is the last time you will ever see them?

Sometimes. 149. What movie are you most looking forward to seeing when it comes out?

The new Wonder Woman, the next Guardians of the Galaxy. The next Spider-Man. 150. What is your quest?

I wish I had a quest. 151. What is louder and more annoying: 200 adults talking or one four-year-old screaming?

200 adults talking.

152. Do you believe the stories about planes, boats and people mysteriously disappearing into the Bermuda triangle?

yes. 153. Who are you the most jealous of?

Louis/Harry 154. What is the happiest way you can start your day?

sleeping in. It’s always so much better to wake up fully rested. 155. Do you ever have moments where you feel like everything is all right in the world?

Sometimes. 156. Who thinks that you are offensive?

I dunno, probably some church people I used to speak to. 157. If you had to teach a class in something, what would you be able to teach people?

uhhhh, maybe crochet 158. Have you ever had a spiritual experience (an experience that cannot be explained by science)?

I think concerts can give you this surreal experience of connectedness to a lot of people at once. 159. Do you believe that this experience was truly mystical or do you think there is some scientific explanation for it, only you don't know what it is?

I dunno. 160. Do you get offended easily?

No 161. Would you still love and stay with your signifigant other if he or she had to have a breast or testicle removed?

yeah. 162. Do you believe in fate or free will?

a little bit of both 163. Do you believe that only boring people get bored?

no 164. Can life change or are we all stuck in vain?

change 165. What changes are you afraid of?

I dunno. 166. Are you a day person or nocturnal?

day 167. What one CD could you listen to for an entire week (no mixed CD’s, it must be an album)?

Fine Line - Harry Styles 168. Which is worse, working in retail, food service, or an office?

food service 169. What's the coolest job you ever had?

I’ve never had any cool jobs. 170. What is one central idea that your thoughts seem to come back to?

Why does this suck 171. Have you ever wanted to be an actor/tress?

When I was a kid 172. If you had the power to control one person and make this person do anything you wanted for a whole day, who would you pick and what would they do?

I’m not comfortable answering this question. 173. What star sign are you and what is your sign like?

virgo. 174. Did the Blair Witch Project scare you?

I don’t think I saw it. 175. Are you in constant fear of death?

no 176. Does fear of death keep you from building a life?

no 177. Do you like all your movies to be in wide-screen?

i don’t really care. wow this survey is OLD 178. Are you a fan of any comic books?

i like some but not super into any of them. 179. At what age did you attend your first funeral?

uhhh, kindergarten 180. What do you smell like (lotion, cologne, sweat)?

at the moment, stress relief lotion from bath and body works 181. What are your greatest sources for wisdom?

winnie the pooh. marvel. harry potter. 182. When you were little, where did your parents tell you babies come from?

i don’t remember 183. What is your favorite band?

one direction. 184. What's the best cheesy 80's song?

love is a battlefield 185. What's the best kind of movie to see on a date?

dude, not a good question for me. 186. Do you like to sit in the front, middle or back of the Movie Theater?

back 187. Have you ever been inside an abandoned building?

yes 188. Under what circumstances would you agree to work for free?

pretty much none. 189. Candles or strobe lights?

candles 190. Do you think the Lord of the Rings movies are true to the books or did Hollywood change the story too much?

they were fine. 191. When you see a stranger on the street does your first reaction lean towards thinking of this person as a potential friend or as a potential threat?

threat. social anxiety is a bitch. 192. Is it natural for human beings to fear and distrust each other, or is it cultural?

cultural 193. What do you really want to buy?

I dunno. GoF illustrated edition i need to get when I have spare cash, but I really need to save money for vacation and concerts. 194. You have to choose. Would you be happier marrying someone rich for their money or living in the streets and subway tunnels with someone you love?

with someone i love 195. If someone wanted to understand you what book could they read that would help?

harry potter 196. Do you think it’s odd that Americans have freedom of religion and yet call themselves 'one nation under god'?

yes. 197. In what sense are you a minority?

woman. 198. Are you anti social?

yes. it’s painful. 199. Do you photograph well?

ha no. 200. Do you think that human beings would survivor through a nuclear winter?

there’s some sure.

#personal #the 5000 question survey