#black or that rust looking colour lmao
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I'm sorry but I need to request at least one of these lol I'm having a sad day and want my beloveds to suffer too lmao I'm looking for Yuanzhi sacrificing himself for Shangjue and angst plsssss 😭
Aaaaa I’m so sorry you had a bad day :( Bad days are part and parcel of days, unfortunately. I hope this fic offers you some measure of comfort ❤️ Sorry that it’s a little bit late.
Tags: Angst, Injured Yuanzhi, Hurt/No Comfort, Whump, Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi
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Black is a good colour.
It hides the dirt and dust from your travels, and it is a practical choice when you’re planning to get up to some skullduggery. It’s fantastic if you’re trying for subterfuge.
Just like how Yuanzhi is trying to hide the way that he’s bleeding out from his side.
He’d seen the blow and instinctively taken it for Shangjue before he even realised it had been done. Lucky, or perhaps in some measures unlucky, for him Shangjue had been too focused on rejoining Ziyu and Zishang in the main hall to have paid attention to how he was favouring his left side.
Better him than Gege. Better he than the one person in this world he cannot bear to lose.
But luck is running out and black can only hold the colour but if can't keep the spiderwebbing trickles from going down his leg and staining his hand.
Shangjue gege has probably noted the way his movements are a little slower, had probably sniffed out the fresh scent of rust on him. Yuanzhi doesn’t know how long his excuse that he just got some of the blood from that last fight on him can hold.
His mind runs in a million directions.
Was it just this morning that he woke up in the warmth and safety of his bed? Was it just last night that he kissed his Gege's lips? Or was it an eternity ago since he told Shangjue he loved him?
A soft sound of inquiry jolts him out of his thoughts. If he had any blood left to give, he’d probably blush under the scrutiny.
“We should get you to Elder Yue,” Gege says evenly, grasping at his elbow. Yuanzhi shivers at the fanning of his breath against his skin, his own going a bit short. Shangjue presses close.
His vision goes a bit dark and he stumbles. Dimly, he thinks he hears Gege calling for him and wants to reach out to him.
There's a cottony cloud that films over him, keeping him veiled from the pain that should be shooting up his side with the way his body falls and falls and falls.
The last thought he has is a tired musing of whether Shangjue would mourn him if he wasn't here.
He hopes he will.
#my journey to you fic#my journey to you#gong shangjue x gong yuanzhi#shangzhi#juezhi#gab writes stuff#yuanzhi getting injured to protect his gege is. A+++
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Despair's Legacy
A Danganronpa AU
Part 4 - MonoMono Machine Items
Here is a list of items I made for the Legacy kids a few years ago. There's lots of fun stuff hidden in them which I totally forgot about lmao.
Like for all
Bar of chocolate – A tasty bar of high-quality chocolate. What a delicious treat!
2. Chore Pass – A pass that entitles you to miss out on one chore. Awesome!
3. Affectionate Letter – A letter that explains how much you appreciate and care about the recipient. How wholesome!
Average for all
4. Bowl of Rice – A plain bowl of rice.
5. Mochi – Soft, tasty mochi. Make sure you supervise young children whilst they eat it.
6. Plain Bocki Sticks – Oh, there’s no coating on these sticks. They taste like nothing.
Dislike for all
7. Extra Homework – Oh boy, a pile of extension homework. How…fun.
8. Gossip Note – A note filled with untrue rumours about the recipient. How scandalous!
9. Used Diaper – This is absolutely disgusting; how did you end up with this?!
Sid
10. Love – Jester’s Axe – An electric guitar with a sick design.
11. Like – Seargent Cosco’s Unnerving Tome of Unsightly Gags and Functional Buffoonery - A huge book filled with practical jokes to play on unsuspecting loved ones.
12. Meh – Unfinished Song Ideas – You’ll get around to finishing these…eventually.
13. Dislike – Calculus 101 – A textbook of tricky maths problems. No calculators allowed!
14. Hate – Broken Walkie-Talkie – Aw man, this thing is useless now!
Joey
15. Love – Jester’s Axe - An electric guitar with a sick design.
16. Like - Seargent Cosco’s Unnerving Tome of Unsightly Gags and Functional Buffoonery - A huge book filled with practical jokes to play on unsuspecting loved ones.
17. Meh – Unfinished Song Ideas – You’ll get around to finishing these…eventually.
18. Dislike - Calculus 101 – A textbook of tricky maths problems. No calculators allowed!
19. Hate - Cracked Mirror - Who do you see when you look into it?
Daiya
20. Love – Endless Road VR – A virtual reality headset that contains a motorbike riding simulator.
21. Like – Leather Jacket – A cropped leather jacket with a fancy design on the back. Perfect for a badass youth.
22. Meh – Hair tie – A black band used to tie up one’s hair.
23. Dislike – Shining Badge – A shining golden badge denoting a position of high authority.
24. Hate – Torn Photograph – A photo of a happy, young girl holding hands with someone. One half of the photo has been ripped off violently.
Ren
25. Love – Snuggle-San - An adorable fluffy sheep with a squishy face.
26. Like – First Aid Kit – A handy kit filled with colourful bandages, lollypops and instant ice packs.
27. Meh – Fancy Tie – A nice-looking tie to wear to important business meetings and to make good impressions.
28. Dislike – Scissors – A pair of scissors. There is something dried on the sharp edges.
29. Hate – Sentimental Locket – A heart-shaped locket that has rusted with age.
Kaito
30. Love – Tropical Beach Ambiance – A CD featuring the sounds of the ocean and the cries of exotic birds.
31. Like – Sarong – A tube of comfy fabric that is worn around the waist. Much airer alternative to pants!
32. Meh – Eye Drops – Help keep your eyes clean and germ-free!
33. Dislike – Meaty Burger – A big, greasy meat-filled burger. It’s at least 10,000 calories worth of food.
34. Hate – Mood Ring – A fancy ring that displays your inner emotions for all to see with bright, vibrant colours!
Yuki
35. Love – Deer Scarer – A bamboo water fountain used to shoo away deer and as a meditation aid.
36. Like – Locked Diary – A non-descript diary that comes with a key. The perfect way to get down your thoughts on paper without fear of prying eyes.
37. Meh – Electrolyte Water- Keeps you hydrated during rigorous training.
38. Dislike – Noise Cancelling Headphones – Thick headphones that block out all the sound around you. Now you can be in complete silence!
39. Hate – “Just Do It” Poster – A simple black poster that has nothing except three words written on it. Somewhat unsettling.
Lolita
40. Love – Sewing Kit – A sewing kit chock full of everything you could ever need to make and design clothes.
41. Like – Your Embrace My Darling– A sappy romance manga about two high school boys who are madly in love. Filled with roses and strangely large hands.
42. Meh – Sweatpants – A pair of stretchy grey sweatpants. They’re plain but comfy.
43. Dislike – Swearing Button – Press the button on the box and it swears at you. How rude!
44. Hate – Love Meter – A mini love tester that tests the bond between you and your beloved.
Naomi
45. Love – BBQ Chips – A bag of mouth-watering BBQ chips. Absolutely delicious!
46. Like – DIY Decoder – A decoding wheel used to make and solve codes.
47. Meh – Hairband – A plain hairband to keep your hair out of your eyes.
48. Dislike – News Article – A news report on a SHSL Detective from Hope’s Peak Academy commending them on their amazing abilities.
49. Hate – Unsolvable Mystery Box – A trick puzzle that is impossible to solve.
Haruhi
50. Love – Sunny Seeds – A packet of black seeds that, once planted and watered daily, grow into big beautiful yellow flowers.
51. Like – Buzzy Beehive – A beehive filled with round, stingless bees. They make the most delicious honey!
52. Gardening gloves – Stops your hands from being pricked by thorns.
53. Dislike – Pretty Ballerina – A cute doll lovingly carved out of tree wood. It had articulation in its arms and legs!
54. Hate – An Inevitable Reality – A DVD that explains in excruciating detail how the world is dying and that there is nothing we can do about it.
Shion
55. Love – Snare Drum – A large snare drum. Comes with a free drumstick!
56. Like - Car Keys – It’s a set of shiny car keys. They make a rattling noise when shaken.
57. Meh - Soft Blankie – Perfect for naptime!
58. Dislike – Shush-o-Matic – A strict robot that will shush you if you make too much noise.
59. Hate – Lemon Slice – Go on, taste it. It’s delicious, I promise.
Haha wow definitely no weird hidden lore in any of these right?
Part 3 - - - Part 5
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I bought some nice white cuffed roller trousers from cotton on just now and I’m so happy and surprised that they fit :”)
#tbh idk what the heck im gonna be wearing with white trousers since i only ever wear olive green#black or that rust looking colour lmao#but i did recently buy white ish shoes so i could wear those wirh those white trousers#im so happy they fit good ;—-; i usually have a butt gap thing when i try mens pants but no butt gap here yee yee#i wish they had the other colours in my size#rip those pre t feels when ur hips are gross and huge so you cant fit into most mens pants oooooöf#im gonna go thru my wardrobe tho and clear out trousers i dont wear/like anymore#and i basically have one type but in like 5 different colours#gotta pick and choose the nice flattering stuff#theyre mostly like skinny jeggings type things and im no longer a fan hhhh give me.... pants that make me look square™ please
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finally free ; bucky barnes
inspired by this weeks ep (specifically this scene). anyway i have been crying about this scene all day. this is set sort of after endgame/who knows when lmao oops. mentions of violence, bucky x f!reader.
masterlist.
longing.
Bucky remembers when he was younger, foolishly in love. He had boyish good looks and that smirk that would make anyone weak in the knees, the whole world was his oyster. There was always a twinkle in his eye, Steve said he was always looking for trouble.
In his better moments, between the flashbacks, he can produce some of those old jokes. He can even laugh, on the good days. Usually the good days are with you. While he isn’t the old Bucky - hell he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be him again - he likes who he is with you. You make his heart skip a beat, and if he closes his eyes, he’s back at Coney Island, carefree and laughing.
He wants to fall asleep next to you and wake up holding you. He longs for it. The way you smile at him, the twinkle in your eye that matched his decades ago. He can almost reach it, but it’s just out of grasp.
rusted.
After he lost his first metal arm, he almost didn’t want a new one. It took him a while to get used to the new colours, the way the black metal caught the light. He’s been missing his flesh arm for too long to have phantom limb pain, but with the new arm he has phantom something.
The one benefit is the lack of rusting. The old silver arm would rust every now and then, especially around the shoulder, where flesh met metal. And it hurt like hell. Not that anyone cared back then, but sometimes it would feel as if someone was rubbing sandpaper against his skin.
Particularly rough training sessions, usually with Sam, brought back that pain. It wasn’t the rusting, but the movement of wires and blood veins, metal where metal shouldn’t be. He was pulling on his shoulder absentmindedly, when you showed up. A bottle of aloe vera was placed in his hand.
“I know it’s not a lot, and you’ve probably tried it before, but it always helps me,” is your explanation before smiling and walking away.
He hadn’t tried it before. No one ever noticed his pain before. Not before you.
seventeen.
There are exactly seventeen steps between Bucky’s door and the elevator. Seventeen floors of the Avengers compound. Seventeen books on his shelf. Seventeen reasons why he loved you.
But more than seventeen reasons why he couldn’t tell you. He loved you too much to burden you with everything that came with him. The trauma, the nightmares, the anger, the sadness.
He repeats those seventeen declarations of love when he has a nightmare. Seventeen reasons to make it through the night.
daybreak.
When the golden light breaks through the curtains each morning, Bucky has a small moment of gratefulness. He often doesn’t feel appreciative of a lot of things in life, but in that moment he does.
He thinks of the smell of coffee that he knows will bombard him as soon as he opens his door. The almost silent chirps of the birds outside. Gentle laughs, that are few and far between, but still there. Rain hitting his window or the sun against his skin. There are a few things he likes about the morning.
As of late, it’s the greeting he gets.
“Morning, Buck. Coffee?”
Your grin outshines the sun, he manages a “yes please” as he settles into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Every morning, like clock work, you make him a cup, sliding it down the wooden table to where he was sat. He reads the newspaper (which you gently poke fun of him for) while you read the news on your phone.
There’s not always a conversation, but for the first time in decades, Bucky has someone to spend his mornings with. That’s why he likes the mornings.
furnace.
Bucky still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had free time. He could decide what he wanted to do with his time. No one was going to tell him where to go or what to do.
Which is exactly how he ended up falling back into his old hobby. Reading.
Too many of his evenings were spent trying to get lost in books, but the ambiance of the living room in the compound was too loud. Too many distractions, too many noises, not enough comfy chairs.
“Follow me.”
Bucky whips his head up, out of his book, to see you smiling softly at him. He thinks, I’d follow you anywhere.
Wordlessly, he follows you down the hall and into the elevator. You take it to the ground floor, where you carry on walking down halls and taking sharp turns. Bucky’s about to ask where you were taking him, until you open up a door.
He’s taken aback by the room hidden behind the inconspicuous door.
A log burner sits proudly in the middle, surrounded by mismatched bookshelves overflowing with colourful spines and old copies of books he’s never heard of.
“Tony built it for me before he died, I said I wanted somewhere I could escape to another world. This was his gift to me for my birthday two years ago.”
There’s a beat of silence before you whisper the next words, “you’re the only person who knows this room exists.”
He’s not sure if it’s the log burner or what you just admitted, but his cheeks are warming up and he can’t help but smile.
nine.
Nine months in Wakanda. Nine months of relearning things he was sure he’d never learn again. Nine months without you.
Bucky wasn’t codependent, he knew how to exist without people. Hell, he had been doing it for decades. But it was a luxury he had gotten used to. Something he wasn’t so keen to give up soon.
Nine months and he can still remember how you take your coffee. Nine months and he still regrets not hugging you when you said goodbye to him on the plane. Nine months and he’s still in love with you.
benign.
There was a time where Bucky would consider himself gentle. Harmless, even. Steve used to make fun of his soft side. He would do anything to have that part of him back.
He tries to reteach himself how to be kind. In the quiet moments of the morning, he knits. It was something his therapist recommended to him, a grounding activity that kept his hands busy. So far, he had only managed to knit a very bad scarf, but it was an activity he enjoys.
When you make an off hand comment about being cold, Bucky has a new mission. Pouring hours of concentration into one single item of clothing, he produces a slightly messy scarf with your favourite colour running through it.
Bucky is too afraid to give it to you, so he leaves it outside your door one night.
The next morning, he’s walking to breakfast when something crashes into him. In an instant, he switches back into a soldier. Until he recognises the laughter coming from the person holding onto him.
You’re grinning at him, face flush, eyes bright. The scarf he knitted you is wrapped around your neck. “Thank you.”
Maybe the soft part of him isn’t lost.
homecoming.
Home didn’t mean anything to Bucky for years. It wasn’t a place, or a person, it was just another thing he didn’t have.
The Avengers Compound wasn’t his home, neither was his flat in Brooklyn. Nothing brought forth that warm feeling of being safe and loved, like a home was supposed to.
Until one evening.
Bucky and Sam were coming back from a mission, God only knows where. Bucky was exhausted, wanting nothing more than to take a shower and crawl into bed. The two of them exit the plane, agreeing to go over the debriefing details in the morning. Well, it was already early morning. Later that day.
Walking past the living room on his way to his room, Bucky freezes when he notices a figure asleep on the couch. He recognises it as you, under a blanket.
Hesitating, he isn’t sure whether he should wake you. Thankfully that decision is made for him when the elevator beeps, alerting Sam, who was waiting for it, that it was there. The sound wakes you up.
“Hey, Buck. How was the mission?” You ask, stifling a yawn.
Bucky doesn’t dare to hope, but he asks anyway. “Why’re you asleep on the couch?”
“Was waiting for you, duh. Got worried about you,” you answer, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
Everything crashes into place. Bucky finally understands what it means to come home. The feelings of acceptance and warmth. It all makes sense when he looks at you, half asleep, waiting up for him.
“I’m home now, it’s okay.”
one.
Before the war, Bucky never saw himself with one person for the rest of his life. After the war, Bucky never saw himself with anyone. Now, Bucky barely recognised himself.
Old Bucky would have questioned how you could spend eternity with the same person. There were plenty of fish in the sea, that was what he told himself. He didn’t want to be tied down to one person forever.
Bucky, now, didn’t know how he felt. He didn’t know how, after decades of torture, anyone could want to put up with him. He could barely cope himself.
There is one person he wouldn’t mind spending a while with. Maybe not forever, because he couldn’t guarantee they’d have tomorrow, but for as long as he was permitted.
The way you laugh when Sam tells a bad joke, the music you play when you’re sad, the mug you save for special occasions. All the quirks make you the one person Bucky wants. The one person he could see himself trying to spend forever and a day with.
The one reason he spends a year in Wakanda, trying to force the curses out of his mind. The reason he wants to try everything again. The one person he wants to run to, when this is all done. The one.
freight car.
The words bounce around his skill. He doesn’t know when he started crying, but it must have been when the flashbacks started. He can see them all, the deaths, the senseless violence, at his hands. The puppet on a string, the lifeless mind that he was forced to inhabit for years.
When she gets to the final word, it echoes.
Freight car. Freight car. Freight car.
But Bucky is still himself. Not the soldier ready to comply, but Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes.
And he openly sobs. For hours. He’s free. Finally free.
There is one thing on his mind. One person he wants to talk to, needs to talk to. He had waited years, and he was finally free to tell you that he loved you.
#besties idk what this is i just rambled on for like 1k#oops#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x you#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky imagine#marvel fics#marvel x reader#marvel imagines#writing
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breaking it down to find a meaning
neighbours au?
this came out of literally no where. I was getting ready for bed and I had "I wanna love somebody" by We Three stuck in my head and then I opened tumbles and this just poured out of me? Yea I literally wrote this in the tumblr post option. no google doc we die like lovers.
I point this out only to say this is defs not edited lmao. I didn't even expect it to be this long it was supposed to a tiny drabble?
please enjoy!
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There are exactly three things wrong with Percy's current living situation.
1. He has far too little lounge space for his terribly long body. His shins have hit the coffee table six times today in his attempt to maneuver from sitting on the couch to standing.
2. The spare bedroom is not a good enough sound quality for his guitar or his drum practice. The bathroom is much better. He cannot practice in his bathroom forever, or ever.
3. His neighbour is undeniably, completely distractingly hot.
He hasn't allowed himself to rate the problems in order of most troublesome because he's a little ashamed about which one might take first place.
Since moving in one week ago Percy has had many opportunities to arrange and rearrange every aspect of the tiny two bedroom— or one bedroom and a makeshift studio— apartment until he could walk around it blind. He knows not to step on the third floorboard from the left wall on the way to his bedroom because it creaks unpleasantly and he thinks his downstairs neighbours are going to shove a hot poker through the roof just to brandish the annoying foot that keeps making the noise. He knows that the oven setting has to be juggled just right for it to go on. He knows the curtain railings in the living room are far too thin and brittle— he will have to replace them before the month is out. He knows you have to turn the hot tap in the shower three times and the cold tap four to get the exact perfect temperature. What he doesn't know, however, is his neighbour's name, or the colour of their eyes, or anything about them. All he knows is that they're hot.
But today, bruised shin and all, Percy is determined to introduce himself. If for nothing else but to gauge just how upset they might be when he starts up what his mother used to lovingly call "Melodic Madness".
So far it takes the reign as number one reason he's had to leave his previous living spaces. Mr Chiron from Strawberry Valley, who told the landlord the noise was so loud it made his steel kneecaps rust. Creative, but Percy isn't sure it's feasible. Then there was Minerva from Olive Grove who took one look at him and told the landlord he was a drug dealer, or worse, a drug user. He had raised a brow, couldn't stop his lip from tugging up, liking the way the ring that hugged his bottom lip stretched deliciously. He almost killed her on the spot. He would have laid lillies at her funeral and she would have risen again to throw them away. The last place, a Mr Hedge. Percy was glad to leave him behind. There were baseball bags swinging and yelling almost as loud as he played every time they crossed paths. For his own safety Percy didn't even wait for the man to call the landlord before he wad tucking his drumsticks in his pocket and high tailing it to, here.
Here being Sunset Gardens. Here being in this small apartment that fit him almost perfectly. Here being one knock away from meeting his new neighbour.
Percy wonders, as he looks at the soft cream wood of the door, if he should have worn a turtle neck to hide the snake tattoo wrapping around his throat. Or maybe a button down and a tie, to hide the swirls of ink on his arms. The black t-shirt he has on, a normal longer length to his usual cropped look, is clean and soft from use. He decides it'll have to be good enough because he can't wear button downs all the time. How ever will he afford all the ties that come with the obligation?
Percy knocks on the door.
There's silence behind it. The silence of sleepy world, too cozy-can't move. The silence that doesn't wish to be disturbed.
The door opens.
His neighbour's eyes are blue. Bright blue. Startling blue. Blue enough to make his lungs feel a lack of oxygen. He's reaching for the sky and it's getting harder to breather the higher he gets.
"Hello." Says his neighbour.
Percy is flying closer to the sun than Icarus ever will, ever could.
"Can I help you?"
He needs to stop staring. He needs to say something that doesn't make him look like a gaping angel fish. All starry eyes halos and floundering for relief from the air. Do fish know how beautiful the sky is? He imagines if they did they'd all kill themselves trying to get to it. He's doing it right now.
"Hi," He grins. Teeth white, straight, flossed because his mother forced him to learn the habit. "I'm Percy, your new neighbour."
"Jason," The voice is warm, deep. He knows if he lay his head on that spectacular chest he'll feel every vibration when this blue eyed spectacle talks. It'll be like getting into a really nice car and feeling the seats rumble beneath you.
"How are you finding the apartment?"
They're still standing on his door front. Jason won't relent his sanctuary. Percy won't toe over the line, curiouser and curiouser as he is.
"Good. Living room is causing some bodily harm," He waves to his shin, "But otherwise very good. Cozy."
"We share a wall. I don't know if it's your bedroom and mine or..." His neighbour trails off.
"It's my spare bedroom against you." They both glance to his door, light from his lounge flooding the passage in a perfect parallelogram.
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." He's looking into the sky again. Watches as hair falls over that golden forehead. His hands— tattooed "amare" on his left fingers and "amari" on his right— twitch to push it back, to grasp the white strands, to know what light feels like. He tucks them into the pockets of his sweatpants. He tells them behave. The twitch in their hiding place. He doesn't let them seek.
"What about it?" Jason is frowning, in that worried way that says he's used to bad news and he's tired of it too.
"I uh," Percy's eyes flicker around the world. "I play guitar and drums. I'm using that room as my music room."
"Oh." The relief in Jason is a pointed arrow straight at his heart. Even cupid could never shoot something so potent. "That's okay. I'll use your music as inspiration when I paint."
Percy is Icarus three seconds after he believes he can fly. Percy is Patroclus when he feeds Achilles. Percy is Hercules after completing his first trial. Percy is a hero and a warrior and the luckiest person alive. Percy is alive.
"I hope you're good." Jason shrugs as if he hadn't tattooed a permanent place into the underside of Percy's ribcage.
"I hope so too." He manages to say back.
"I'll show you what I can create from you the first time and you can judge." Those blue eyes are so wide with innocence. Not the innocence of life but of words. His neighbour has no idea what he's doing to him. Has no idea that he is about to go home and make song lyrics out of all these declarations.
"I look forward to it." He smiles wide. It's ocean deep with happiness.
There are exactly three things perfect about Percy's current living situation:
1. The kitchen has a gas stove enough counter space for him to make bread and his mother's gumbo
2. His bedroom is big enough for him to fit a king sized bed easily. He is a sprawler when he sleeps and he cannot be happier to sprawl across never ending expanse.
3. His hot neighbour is perfect.
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What pirate AU? 👀👀👀
An AU that is filled with pirates yes but is actually more about merfolk and a certain pirate captain that is obsessed with them? That AU. I have some arts for it on this tag here and Eden wrote a really nice fic for it here.
Basically, Port and Toni (João Silvertongue and Antonio Blackaxe respectively) are the offspring of the goddess Thalassa and a mortal man. Which is why they can briefly take on a human form and walk on land. They are old as balls and also very dangerous.They are incredibly vindictive but also playful? Granted what they consider to be playful behavior might be a scary experience for a human haha it depends (just imagine orcas playing with their food lmao). João has a hypnotizing voice that draws humans into the water way too easily and Toni has a really sinister looking black axe that doesn’t exactly give off the vibes of someone who’s in the mood to play. I’m 100% sure it isn’t just rust giving that axe it’s ugly colour. They both have a kind of menacing aura about them even in their human forms. You can tell they’re not what they seem to be but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
Captain Arthur has dedicated most of his life to hunting doing research on merfolk in general but he quickly realizes that those two are not just any merfolk so he quickly took a special interest in them. In João especially. Sometimes said research requires you to keep these creatures captive? It won’t be for long uh. They’ll find a big enough fish tank. Harvest a few shiny merman scales here and there. Wait what do you mean the big scary merman managed to escape his tank? Can summon a storm with his voice alone and drown everyone in this ship? He tried to claw my face off?? A woopsie for sure. It was not the first time João had been captured by pirates. The last time he was held captive they tried to force his very precious merman tears out through torture. But since the tears did not come... a knife would do (aka how he got that scar across the left side of his face.).....Needless to say he got his vengeance and Arthur was the target. Yay for matching scars! 🤩
This is very much an engport heavy AU and their relationship is.... complicated....... I’m still trying to figure out how it started to improve because it did improve. João spared Arthur’s life when he managed to escape so there’s definitely something going on between them. A bond of sorts was created between these two when João was held captive. He was occasionally allowed to leave his tank and walk as a human. Arthur isn’t completely cruel.
This is one of my favourite AUs to date because there’s still a lot I could explore? I’m still not sure where I could go with it. There’s a lot of additional info in the tags of my art this is a very, very brief summary.
#I'm rereading this reply and realizing it doesn't make much sense I apologize#I've been kinda tired sob#BUT YEAH#silvertongue with his deadly voice and blackaxe with his giant axe that he carries with him even in his merman form#all the credits should go to Eden though she is the original creator of this AU#like 8 years ago if not more#needcake#aph au: pirates
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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card!
(Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. I don’t have any request left, so feel free to send in suggestions for this card!).
Like blood on a patch of fresh snow.
I'm not sure of where this fic went, but... oh well. I don't want to look at it for much longer, so here y'all go, 1.9K words of whatever this is.
I really wanted to write more NaomiLG because I love them, but I realize I'm really not their best writer, so I need to hone my skills. Take this weird-ass oneshot with a very specific and picturesque prompt as an attempt to nail them. It was fun to imagine all of the red-on-white imagery, at least.
Title comes from a Rammstein song because it played while I was writing this and I figured, y'know, it means "red rose", so why not make it the title? It at least sounds epic to someone like me who knows shit about German. No correlation to the lyrics, though, far from it lmao.
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Rosenrot
Summary: Naomi's past catches up to her in a street as someone else's blood spills for her.
Fandom: Trauma Team (spoilers for TC:SO and TT)
Ship: Naomi/Little Guy
Wordcount: 1.9K words
Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo
AO3 version available here.
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Like a widow who had lost her spouse, Naomi started wearing black after losing her ability to save lives. Back then, she didn’t really know why, probably to remind her of the sins she still had to expiate. It felt weird to her to wear white again, since it kept reminding her of the life she had to leave behind, that of a lifesaver whom people trusted with literally all they had left.
Even now, even as her life has gone back on track (she has a stable job, a daughter and friends who hold her in great esteem – things she thought she’d never have until a year ago), she continues wearing black because it feels more comfortable to be able to fade back into the shadows would she ever need to slip back into the night. She can’t ever live in the broad daylight, not anymore she knows this; but, as long as Alyssa doesn’t mind, then she doesn’t have a reason to complain. The cold and silence have their perks.
Wearing black, at first, was to hide stains when she was working with Delphi. God knows there was little hygiene there, so blood could easily show on clothing when they weren’t careful. Wearing black robes (or whatever outfit they had given her that looked very little like a robe) allowed them to conceal the dark reds and rusts more easily without having to think about it too much. Out of sight, out of mind, she supposed.
On the other hand, blood is too visible on white. Of course, it is the point of wearing it for surgical procedures, since it’s easier to disinfect – it’s still too visible for people like Delphi or, in a way, her. Even to this day, seeing reddish stains on white fabric makes her uneasy, reminding her of things she’d much rather never think about again. She’s like the black-clad widow staring at the radiant bride with a wine stain on her dress: she knows what she lost and has the feeling of seeing a bad omen.
There is this one thing about Delphi she has stopped minding, and it’s Little Guy, or whatever his real identity was supposed to be. If he reminded her of their dark past not too long ago, he now represents what they could become: atoners, working for “the right side” for once, working in the shadows to help the living move on like they’ve had to. Unlike her, he didn’t let himself dwell on the past, preferring to get moving.
The moment she understood it the most when he started to wear white more than black, renouncing to the colour she was always used to see him dress. It felt weird, at first, but he knew how to pull it off, and she got used to the new habits. Never dwell on the past, let herself get swiped away by the changing winds. Moreover, Alyssa really liked it whenever he’d drop by the house after driving her home after work or getting Alyssa from school when she couldn’t.
But now, the past has caught back to them. Ex-Delphi members have found them again, motivated by the recent rise (and fall, but they forgot about that second time) of Adam’s nephew trying to bring the virus back right as PGS cases flare up across the USA. They’re not running away, this time: she did that enough when going to seek amnesty in Europe, so now, she better prepare herself to strike. Little Guy already cocks his FBI-licenced gun out, intending to strike judging by the little tremors in his fingers.
It goes in a flash: a couple bangs, blood spilling on the ground, dirt and smoke and iron fill the air of an urban cul-de-sac. The commotion is such that it’s difficult to follow anything until the stench of violence lifts up and so does the smog it created. For a moment, she believes they may have both gotten killed, and that she’s already passing into the afterlife, in denial of everything, not ready to face death nor discover if there is, indeed, something on the “other side” that isn’t roaming around this world and calling the “voodoo hotline”.
One thing quickly becomes clear: she is still alive. In fact, everyone is somehow still alive, because she sees their three assailants with their weapons on the floor and wounds in their legs: they were only harmed to disarm them. She pats her own clothes and body to check if she hasn’t been injured, remembering reflexes she had thought long gone coming back to her in a moment’s notice. To her fortune, she seems okay, as she only feels dirt, dry clothing and skin under her fingers’ touch.
Seeing the men lie on the ground in pain, she already grabs her phone and calls for help, going into not too many details for everyone’s safety and privacy.
“Little Guy,” she starts calling to her partner so they can get away from this place before being brought into this, her finger about to swipe the call off, “let’s go.”
His response is delayed.
“Sure… Sure thing.”
His voice sounds strangled and hesitant, drier than her clothes, and it prompts her to turn around. As soon as she does, however, her own breath gets caught in her throat as her entire body tenses up. Her mind, which was until now fixated on running as far as possible from the scene before they were going to be questioned about the bullets in their pursuers’ limbs, immediately switches to the same sort of panic she felt in Caduceus Europe all those years ago when she witnessed a fellow surgeon collapse in pain.
Little Guy!
He’s sitting on the ground, back against the wall that cornered them until now, a hand loosely holding onto his gun, the other barely holding onto a striking red stain on his clear, monochrome attire. It’s expanding moment after moment, replacing the immaculate white of his shirt and suit jacket with a much darker colour. If it was only the bloodstained clothes, it’d have been fine, no matter how much this man frets over such things – but it’s not what is scaring her so much about this.
“Little Guy, what happened?!”
As he struggles to get an answer out, she takes his pulse: there, obviously, since he’s breathing, but weakening. His breathing is quick but shuddering, as if fragile like glass.
“One… one of them was armed,” he replies, swallowing every few words. “One bullet hit… my flank, I think?”
Not caring for the nail polish Alyssa put on her fingers last night, Naomi digs under the bloodstained jacket and where the incriminated wound must be. There, she confirms Navel’s suspicions: it’s indeed in his flank.
“If my assumption is correct, it shouldn’t have hurt an organ,” she says, a little bit of relief pulsing through her. “We need to get you into a hospital asap, though, you’re bleeding profusely.”
She grabs back her phone, which she previously slipped into her pocket, and adds the information on a fourth wounded. She gives more information on their location and the circumstances, merely forgetting to mention this is all because of Delphi’s doings and their smothered shady pasts, and stays on the line, putting the phone in speaker mode so she doesn’t miss crucial information.
“You should go, Dr Kimishima,” Navel whispers, eyes getting glassy and unfocused, the speed at which this happens prompting her to check the wound again. The blood has spread even further, making the fabric stick to the wound. “Don’t… let them catch up to you.”
“You’re an idiot if you think I’m leaving you for dead. Plus, I’d rather have to search for amnesty again than get pursued for not helping someone in critical need.”
It’s the pragmatic way to say she’d never handle having his blood on her hands and his death on her conscience. He, however, doesn’t reply, letting uncomfortable silence install itself as they wait for assistance to arrive.
When they do, the sirens’ shrills muffle Navel’s breathing, lights almost covering the blood stains on his suit and her fingers, slipping under her nails, drying out already.
It could, however, never erase the image from her mind.
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Naomi waits in this bedroom, all alone and in silence, for a little while. She doesn’t know how long exactly (probably around half an hour, although it feels like more than that), all she knows is that the chair she’s sitting on isn’t very comfortable and that she needs to remember when to pick Alyssa from school; two things that, for the moment being, don’t matter much.
The weather is beautiful, today. Even earlier, when they were outside, there was a gentle breeze blowing through their hair. She merely forgot about it due to thinking about literally anything else under the sun, mostly her colleague whom she found out wasn’t just randomly hit during the kerfuffle. To be fair, she should’ve guessed that was what had happened when she suddenly found herself on the ground rather than standing, but…
She suddenly hears Little Guy stirring and, finally, opening an eye. His injuries were fortunately not as grievous as she was afraid they’d be, even if he’s clearly landed himself for at least a week in the hospital. What an idiot.
“Doc… Doctor Kimishima…?”
“Go back to sleep, Little Guy, you still sound like you’ve pulled a week-long all-nighter.”
As if obeying her (but most likely because losing this much blood tends to leave you weak, and his corpulence isn’t exactly one that’d take kindly to blood loss), his eyelids flutter; but he doesn’t go back to sleep. At least, not yet.
“Are you okay…?” He asks, voice recovering some clarity, even if it’s unlike his usual swagger.
“I’m pretty sure I should be the one asking you that, you know; but I’m okay. Better off than you, that’s for sure.”
He chuckles once before groaning in pain.
“Urgh, I forgot how sore post-surgery was…”
“You’ll get used to it. Believe me, I know.”
“I’m sure you do, Dr Kimishima.”
She drops the playful banter for something else altogether.
“Oh, and, Little Guy?”
“Yes…?”
“Never do that again. I don’t want to see you covered in your own blood again.”
His face, which is slowly regaining more colour, distorts a little.
“Even if…”
“Even if it means saving my life.”
He looks aside, in silence. She guesses he’s unable to honestly give her the answer she wants to hear, so he instead prefers not to say anything. Well, that’s something she expected would happen: people have told her he was wrapped around her little finger. Too bad that this man got infatuated with someone like her whom death and misfortune follow her every step. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, considering the number of close calls he found himself in when he was by her side. You sometimes have to wonder what other people even think…
“I’ll… I’ll try,” he eventually replies.
Naomi can’t stay upset about it forever, especially when she sees how dishevelled and vulnerable he looks with his hair askew, dark rings under his eyes and hospital gown, so far from the sharply-dressed bachelor she’s come to appreciate.
“Good. Just be careful and we’ll be clear.”
“Sure thing, ma’am.”
As long as he doesn’t mind being so close to death, she’ll make sure he doesn’t meet it.
#bad things happen bingo#trauma center#trauma team#naomi kimishima#little guy navel#how do you even tag this dude#bthb#bloodstained clothes#my writing
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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS
just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost and tag away!
TAGGED BY: @dansiere like weeks ago lmao
TAGGING: this is a good meme for insight, please steal and tag me
EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:
001. fascination; curiosity and astonishment.
002. dread; the all-consuming weight of frightful anticipation.
003. enthusiasm; pinpointed focus, usually at work.
004. wryness; sarcasm and the notable lack of emotion.
005. confidence; stupidly abundant.
GREETINGS:
001. a curt nod, and brief eye contact.
002. a short verbal greeting without looking up from his work.
003. a grand entrance and greeting speech, just to make the listeners embarrassed.
004. introducing himself first formally as the one and only royal scientist, of course.
COLOURS:
001. black and white; not only his character palette, but a symptom of his color blindness. the world appears washed out to gaster, as if a slight black and white filter was activated constantly.
002. red; the color of blood, and of a SOUL made of DETERMINATION. reminds him of the first SOUL he conducted experiments on.
003. blue and orange/red; the colors associated with his brothers.
004. brown; earthy hues and warn tones. the color when remembering the surface.
005. gold; of buttercups.
SCENTS:
001. ozone; metallic and burning, but sweet and headache-inducing.
002. rust; of blood and old iron.
003. wet earth; pungent mud, sour and bitter.
004. old coffee; long days in the lab.
005. baked goods; some friends remember he likes them.
CLOTHING:
001. lab coat; his uniform while in the lab, always stained with pen ink and pockets full of notes he swore to read and remember later. bought as a standard uniform, but turned into a near constant part of his identify. represents his work as a royal scientist, and his endeavors to keep pushing, keep exploring, and keep experimenting for better or worse.
002. black turtleneck sweater; the inner layer of clothes underneath the lab coat, and the usual choice of attire. not one to care for design or fashion, whatever is minimal and functional usually works. crimped close to his bones and long sleeved, the turtleneck is his favored article of clothing.
003. winter coats; though skeletons do not usually feel particularly warm or cold, the sting of Snowdin’s icy atmosphere made even the strongest things brittle and shatter, bones included. representing the hometown of the skeleton family, winter coats are the clothes that protect them from the elements and also add a cute layer of cushioning.
004. leather armor; his attire while fighting in the Monster-Human war, before being sealed in the Underground. though not a melee fighter, Gaster donned armor just for a level of protection that wouldn’t leave him exposed to the elements.much of his memory about the war is hazy, but the feeling of leather on his bones remains sharp.
005. house coat and slippers; the lazy outfit while at home, in the rare times that happens.
OBJECTS:
001. clipboard; most likely what you’ll find in his hands when at work. always writing, always scribbling or drawing, he takes notes about nearly everything around him and tries to document them. unfortunately his writing is messy enough to only really be legible to himself, and at a certain point it becomes a practice to just take notes in order to keep focus. it’s a gift from Gerson.
002. rulers and blueprints; strewn around his home office and lab office, to keep building blueprints for the CORE or his personal machine.
003. old journal; a secret from anyone else, kept in his home office and filled with more drawings than words. his last entry is a drawing of three people, with the words “DON’T FORGET” written on it.
VICES / BAD HABITS:
001. pride / superiority complex; putting him in the role of Royal Scientist didn’t really help much with his humbleness, and his belief in himself to help monsterkind after creating the CORE skyrocketed to a point he at one point thought himself to be the savior or at least the key to freedom, especially when he started to focus on his work to create the machine that bypasses the Barrier.
002. obsessive / borderline neurosis; his work into breaking the Barrier will eventually come across the multi-timeline theory and the possibility of FILE/SAVE/LOAD powers, which is such a phenomenon and an anomaly that he’d focus on it to unhealthy degrees. because it’s such a strange theory and mostly unbelievable he has few people to discuss this with.
003. refusal of assistance or self-care; ties into the last point. most of this is born from his frustration of not being able to talk to anyone else about his discovery of the multi-timeline theory and the mindset that he knows whatever he will eventually do will end up failing; he knows whatever he accomplishes will not be enough so he continues to push himself to go further in hopes it will reach a point of being enough, whatever that is.
004. disregard for self-worth and survival; ties again into the last point. he eventually works himself to near death and is the last test subject for his own machine, which obliterates him from existence.
BODY LANGUAGE:
001. hand gestures; with a face that hardly changes appearance, expression comes from other means. the easiest and most notable is the gestures his hands perform. sometimes signing to himself, especially if trying to figure out a certain way to word his next sentences. he uses his hands to simulate movement or pantomime scenarios.
002. posture and stance; Gaster is a taller monster, his height often rivaling boss monsters. he slouches often and makes himself small in order to both allow a platform for the boss monsters and to be more approachable to his peers. when standing tall, he gives something his full attention or admiration. it’s one of his more noticeable tells; Gaster is upright when he is serious about something.
003. head movement; like a dog, his head tilts when something confuses him. he juts out his neck when surprised or cranes himself when acting sly. it’s almost as if he were a puppet being controlled in a comedy show.
AESTHETICS:
001. science and work; the driving force of every minute of every day.
002. academia and language; he is an educated man, but not particularly cunning.
003. hands and fingers; touch and feeling.
004. darkness and oblivion; that would eventually be his fate.
005. chaos and confusion; that weighs him down.
SONGS / PIECES:
001. Real Thing - tUnE-yArDs
and what you are, you're simply not / aren't you tired of this game?
002. Birth Of A Wish - NieR: Automata OST
this cannot continue / become as gods
003. Coalescence - Risk of Rain
“...and so he left, with everything but his humanity.”
004. When He Died - Lemon Demon
they found a message etchd into his spine / that said when he died
005. Charlie’s Inferno - That Handsome Devil
i really don't belong here, i know you've heard the tune before
#* meme.rep#* headcanon.#long post /#this entire meme is just :ok_hand:#'hello would you like to study the nuances of the small details of ur chara'#WELL DO I? HMM
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LAYER 001 : THE OUTSIDE.
NAME : dwight wayne fairfield.
EYE COLOUR : forest green.
HAIR STYLE / COLOUR : short && parted on the side / almost black.
HEIGHT : 5′4″.
CLOTHING STYLE : comfy; flannels, well-worn crewnecks, jeans, sneakers with grass stains. work; black slacks / shoes / socks / tie, simple white button up. always wearing his father’s watch.
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : his big ol’ doe eyes.
LAYER 002 : THE INSIDE.
FEARS : only a few of the killers still manage to elicit frozen terror in dwight rather than white hot anger, but kazan’s name will be the first on his lips if you ask him for someone specific. failing to protect && guide his fellow survivors. instability within the group leading to infighting. failing to meet expectations. his emotions getting the best of him in a situation. his watch stopping. the entity winning. being alone. nothingness. the absence of tangible anchors.
GUILTY PLEASURE : i don’t know if dwight would actually feel guilty about anything he enjoys? he’s an inherently honest creature, && if it’s not hurting anyone then why should he feel bad about it?
BIGGEST PET PEEVE : being told to sit down && rest while the others take over for a bit. the man’s gotta be doing Something otherwise he’ll get antsy.
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : none. dwight is so zeroed in on the here && now, only thinking as far ahead as the next trial, that he doesn’t allow his thoughts to linger on a life he’ll probably never live again.
LAYER 003 : THOUGHTS.
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : "time” before immediately checking his watch to see that it’s still ticking along, instinctively winding the crown even if he probably doesn’t need to.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : how best to prepare the others for trials where he’s not present. he’s got tables and equations and just pages of data he’s collected over the years regarding everyone’s strengths && weaknesses, how they interact with each other in certain groups, how they perform against specific killers in equally specific maps. he runs a tight ship, && the idea of leaving anything to chance makes him feel seasick. if there’s a way to run trials smoother or more efficiently, he’s probably thought about it.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : have i done enough?
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : his unwavering dedication to those around him, no matter the circumstances. you need a shoulder to cry on? he’s there for you. you’re about to take a hatchet to the back? he’ll bodycheck you out of the way && let the rusted blade dig into him rather than you.
LAYER 004 : WHAT’S BETTER ?
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : single, if at all. he’s very inexperienced in that department, so something one on one allows him to open up more.
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : respected. as important as emotional connections are for him, these are life or death situations, && when shit hits the proverbial he’s going to need to be heard && listened to.
BEAUTY OR BRAINS : mmmm brains for the most part. but dwight crushes easily, && can become enamored with a pretty face too.
DOGS OR CATS : dogs! but he also has a notable fondness for rodents.
LAYER 005 : DO THEY…
LIE : dwight does not lie. it leaves him feeling gross && heavy && Wrong since he’s supposed to represent the best of us. but, he is Very good at withholding/avoiding certain truths if he believes they’ll have a negative impact on morale.
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : he has to && he has to let the others see it, otherwise they may not believe in themselves. a cracked foundation can lead to warped floors && unstable walls, so to speak.
BELIEVE IN LOVE : yes!!! otherwise what’s the point??? if you're surviving simply to survive, rather than to live, can you really find the worth in your efforts? there will be no fruits of your labor if all the trees have been cut down to make firewood.
WANT SOMEONE : of course. but not here, not now. he’s got too much to do, too much to think about, too much to worry about. it would take nothing short of a miracle for him to relax enough to feel content with simply being && maybe settle down in some way.
LAYER 006 : HAVE THEY EVER…
BEEN ON STAGE : does his high school graduation count?
DONE DRUGS : lmao hell the fuck yeah he has. during his 20s he experimented with a grocery list of psychotropic drugs && will excitedly explain to you the process of growing shrooms if you’ve somehow fallen that far down the rabbithole of dwight’s past. also he really fuckin misses weed. god does he miss weed.
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : not really? but mostly because he didn’t exactly know how to. he does of a lot of observing, && understands a lot of things in theory, they just rarely come into fruition in practice. so, he just finds it easier to be himself (for the most part).
LAYER 007 : FAVOURITES.
FAVOURITE COLOURS : greens, burnt orange, mustard yellow, basically any gaudy color that touched the furnishings of his childhood home during the 60s.
FAVOURITE ANIMAL : rats!!!!!!! dwight ADORES rats lmao he keeps trying to tame the entity - made ones in hawkins that hang out on the hooks.
FAVOURITE BOOK : oof that depends on his mood. if he wants to feel all warm && fuzzy inside afterwards? white fang by jack london. if he wants to cry for like three hours afterwards? flowers for algernon by daniel keyes.
FAVOURITE GAME : scrabble!!! the man’s a menace of a wordsmith.
LAYER 008 : AGE.
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : february 24th!!! i once again missed his birthday! good job me lmao.
HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : 65, but still doesn’t look a day over 30.
LAYER 09 : FINISH THE SENTENCE.
I LOVE : my fellow survivors — they’re all i have.
I FEEL : ancient, there’s an ache in my shoulders that will never leave.
I HIDE : the fears sitting at the edge of my mind.
I MISS : my brother.
I WISH : to see the others free && happy, regardless of what happens to me.
TAGGED BY : i stole it from kels oop
TAGGING : [soulja boy vc] youuuuu!
#meta. I LOVE MY OC DWIGHT FAIRFIELD. facts.#god not to be soft on main for dwight i started tearing up while doing this dfkjghdfg#especially during that last portion goddamn
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29, Minseok, and RRRRRRROMANCE if you're still taking them 💋 (I need all the Min fluff please god)
ay ay ay baby
Prompt: 29: ‘Come over here and make me.’Pairing: Minseok x Reader (oc; female)Genre: mob!au; romance; light smutSummary: He’s the city’s most wanted gang leader and you are his muse. They say a lot of things about him, a lot of things that are untrue. In the end, you know that it’s what you say that matters.Rating: PG-13Warnings: sexual themesWord count: 1,368
They call him a problem.
They, the endless and nameless others: government officials, cops, news anchors, tourists on the street who know his name but not his face, talking about the streets and how he owns them, words unable to match the lived experience of witnessing him.
At night or in dreams, he’s their favourite topic of discussion. The numerated lists of the things he’s done live on the internet, endlessly encircling them and their mouths, their minds, entrapping them. In the aftermath of his great storms, they luxuriate in the echo, awestruck and dumbfounded, horror on their lips while their eyes widen in shock.
He is a problem.
He keeps his gun tucked against his back, held there by the leather of his belt. The rings on his fingers are bloodstained and rusting, but he wears them as he wears these memories, with pride and with passion. Nearly all of his cars are hot, his rap sheet is longer than the cloth he uses to cover his dining room table, and he looks like sin in silk and satin. The ties at his neck, the open collars of his shirts, and the pajamas he sometimes doesn’t wear - yes, he is a problem.
He is a problem, and he is yours.
For years, you have thought about his line of work - the money, the drugs, the market, the, well, the guns. You think about these things a lot, let them turn circles in your mind until they become little more than smears, colours of a life you never expected to live but do anyway because he is near, and he is the sun. At the end of all the thinking, you think you can only conclude one thing: humans are noisy, creatures of too many waves that do not fit them. Humans are afflicted with a natural propensity towards the cacophony of living, and he lives the loudest.
The shallow breath that comes from exertion, the rush of blood in the ears, not unlike a symphony, remind you of mortality, remind you that you are an accident. He makes all of these things brighter, more exhilaration, more tactile - you feel life between and beneath your fingers, neither whole nor incomplete, simply existing, and this is why you call him cosmic. Minseok, to you, is a mess of stars and chaos, whole quantum physics buried beneath his lungs, pulling himself to you.
Minseok, you think, holds the big bang between the palms of his hands, presses it together simply because he likes the way the world looks when it’s a little lost and bereft. He is thunder and he is lightning, bringing shadows and light from all the unseen corners of the world - unseen but known, for he is an atlas; an atlas of desire, felt and touched by your skin.
He is cosmic, and he is natural, and you cannot resist him. You do not want to.
With his hands on you now, you think on these things, glad that you have a partner in the destruction of your own anxious mind. The cinnamon still lingers on his lips, mingling with your own and melting on your tongue. The coffee was not good today, you can tell by the bitterness and the way he hums in the back of his throat, as though you are his honey.
You kiss him hard, hard enough for him to feel you long after you are gone, coiling around him so that your blood may bond with his. Always, you feel him. Feel as though he has written his name into your bones, woven your joints with the memory of his touch and the memory of his laugh, moving you forward to come back to the warmth of his palms.
‘I’d risk my life for you,’ he murmurs against your lips, unwilling to break away.
Often, he says this, words that slip from the depths of his soul, meant with every breath he takes to kiss them into your heart. He says this, presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, long eyelashes splaying over the rosy dew of his cheeks. Breath falters in your chest, stolen and captured by the way he softens only for you.
He softens only for you, and, when he does, you believe time moves only for us.
With his body pressed so closely to yours, all of you feels volatile. Electricity moves along your synapses, overwhelmed and overpowered by the way he thrives beneath your touch. Under your skin, within your veins, your blood moves as though it is a wildfire, driven to the brink of existence because he chose to make a volcano out of your heart. Redness spreads over your chest and sternum, taking on a flush born of unprecedented longing as your body starts to ache. At your core, you feel empty, cavernous, without him filling the places you need him most.
‘I know you would,’ you reassure him softly, running your fingers down his chest to the barrel of his gun. There, you do not linger, even though you are sure he feels you, wields his weapon as though it were an extension his arm. Instead, you lift your fingers to run across the supple flesh of his hips, exposed from the waistline of his pants. ‘I would do the same for you.’
Hissing at your touch, his head falls back, eyes open wide and black, gaze darkened by desire. ‘I’d rather have your body.’
It’s all he manages before he pulls you flush against him, hands grabbing your hips to wrap your legs around his waist. His teeth latch onto the tendon in your neck, sucking a mark to prove you are his. Like this, you think he makes a masterpiece out of you, paints you red and purple, paints you a thousand different colours, each becoming a beacon of his yearning.
When he kisses you like this, stars are born at the edge of your soul, blooming to life by the memory of his lips. When he kisses you like this, you do not question why you followed or why you trusted him, why you let him take you the limits of humanity, why you let him keep you at all. When he kisses you like this, you find that you become raw and you find that you shake, desperate for every night to feel like this, for every night to continue in these sacred, impossible moments of bliss.
‘You have to ask nicely,’ you murmur, clinging to him for fear of capsizing. It takes work not to remain silent, to let him have you as he wishes and as he needs, the frayed edges of your soul asking that he love and take you too.
The low rumble of his laugh dances across your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake as your bones begin to tremble. Abruptly, he pulls away from you, releases you back to the cold and the shallow grave that awaits you beyond the cage of his fingers. From your position on the couch, you watch as he takes slow, careful footsteps, walking a small distance before he turns to face you. The velvet fabric makes you feel as though you are slipping as he pulls the yellow tie from his neck, slipping and slipping deeper into the storm that brews behind his irses.
‘Come over here,’ he commands, though still his voice moves down your spine as liquid gold.
Resting against the arm of the couch, you drape yourself, extending the length of your legs and showcasing the supple lines of your body. At the sight, he runs a hand through the dark wave of his hair, closing his eyes before tugging his bottom lip beneath his teeth.
‘Make me,’ you whisper, knowing that still he will hear you.
It’s his favourite game, the one where you lead, the one where you unmake him.
The one where you hold him tight enough to never be forgotten, searing against your skin and dissolving into little more than residue. It’s his favourite game, one he always lets you win.
Yes.
He is a problem, and he is the only one you have never wanted to solve.
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tagged by @senpai-sonic
→ rules: complete the questions and tag 5, have fun!
01. Are you named after someone?
Albert Einstein bc my parents are complete nerds lmao
02. When was the last time you cried?
bout a week ago! it was just happy tears bc im rlly gay tho
03. Do you like your handwriting?
mhm! its rlly messy but i like it.
04. What is your fave lunch meat?
Salami!
05. Do you have kids?
Nope! don’t want em either.
06. If you were another person, would you be mates with yourself?
I mean i’d fuck myself but I’m too big of a mess to date.
07. Do you use sarcasm?
nope! (I do)
08. Do you still have your tonsils?
yep!
09. Would you bungee jump?
already have! it’s really fun
10. What is your fave cereal?
Cinnamon Toast Crunch
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Nope they’re always tied.
12. Do you think you are a strong person?
Emotionally, somewhat. Physically absoluuuutely not.
13. Fav ice cream flavour?
Vanilla!
14. What is the first thing you notice about people?
Their facial expression! just how they look at shit.
15. Red or pink?
Red! I love pink with a passion but red is better on me.
16. What is the least fav physical thing you like about yourself?
I wanna be buff, but im twig
17. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing right now?
Black sweatpants and no shoes!
18. What was the last thing you ate?
rice and chicken!
19. What are you listening to right now?
The La La Land soundtrack!
20. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Burgandy!
21. Favourite smell?
Oh! that one smell your hand gets after rubbing metal?? that smell. its kinda like rusted metal i guess? idk i just rlly like everything about steel and metal and it sounds kinda cringey but true.
22. Who was the last person you spoke on the phone to?
My partner!!
23. Favourite sport to watch?
Fencing, Ice skating, or Archery! (all sports that i do lmao)
24. Hair colour?
Black!
25. Eye colour?
Black most of the time, but really really dark brown if its really bright out.
26. Do you wear contacts?
nope! but i have glasses
27. Favourite food?
Kimbap!
28. Scary movies or comedy?
Comedy defs.
29. Last movie you watched?
LA LA LAND. IT WAS SO GOOD.
29. What colour shirt are you wearing?
Black and blue!
30. Summer or winter?
Ah i like both bc they both have long breaks from school, summer hot but i also like cold and theres kinda mroe time to do stuff in summer but i really like snow and just riobqrofbqwdn I can’t pick
31. Hugs or kisses?
KISSES
32. What books are you currently reading?
just a few fanfics!
33. Who do you miss right now?
hmm,, no one at the moment bc im talking to everyone i love rn!
34. What is on your mouse pad?
I don’t have a mouse pad but if i did it’d have either Peridot green, Cobalt blue, amethyst purple, or a dull relaxing gray as highlights on the end!
35. What is the last t.v. show you watched?
Yuri on Ice!
36. What is the best sound?
either @hybridow1 or @meowforinternet singing, or the sound of metal hitting anything (its cringey and weird but don’t judge me you fucker)
37. Rolling stones or beatles?
neither!
39. Furthest you have travelled?
Boston to Hai chi minh, Vietnam!
40. Special talent?
I can cook and i play piano decently!
41. Where you born?
Boston, Massaschusetts!
I tag @hybridow1 @aesthetesuggestions @roryomolly @nbvee and @goopy-amethyst
#yes i remember you mutuals#sorry i havent talked to you much molly!#or goopy#yallre cool text me sometime#i wanna get to know yall better!#everyone else i already text sos
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rules: answer the questions in a new post & tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better !
tagged by: @mcrcenaire (WTF U SPOIL ME WITH MEMES~)
nickname: Anya
star sign: Aries
height: 5′3 / 162 cm
time right now: 02:27
favourite music artist: I have actually tons of them, my main ones are Within Temptation and Poets of the Fall
song stuck in your head: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall (THIS IS MY SHIP ANTHEM)
last movie watched: It’s still Kingsglaive
last tv show watched: nope. no tv shows~
when did you create your blog: about November
what kind of stuff do you post: *looks back on her content* Eh.... Trash? Lol
why did you choose your url: the surname of my muse with three ‘i’ :’D
hogwarts house: what is hogwarts LMAO Dunno tbqh, never thought about that
favourite colour: Black and Blue
average hours of sleep: 5-9 (I’M A NERD)
lucky number: don’t have any
how many blankets do you sleep with: ONE BIG FAT WINTER THING ALL THE YEAR
dream job: LEAVE ME WITH THIS QUESTION No plans, I’m just looking for a study place
following:
tagging: (last five on my dash) @estanima, @kingslight, @xnobilis, @loquistador and @aperturetrigger
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Moon / Rigel / Betelgeuse / Aldebaran / All Constellations / Black Eye Galaxy / Comet / Asteroid / Nebula / Pulsar / Supernova / Wormhole / Black Hole !
thank you sm! you’re an angel (my emoji keyboard is a glitched mess rn so imagine a lil angel emoji here and three different hearts)
gonna put this under a cut!
Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?
currently i’m studying molecular biology bc i luv it :B
Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?
yes! i live for them
Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?
the crushing weight of being Alive + needing to prove myself .. constantly.. + feeling hated
Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about?
i like biology a frightening amount but besides that, the environment and sj issues (particularly lgbt/racial discrimination + criminal justice system reform) .. i genuinely want the world to be a better place
Centaurus: Favourite holiday?
hm.. maybe... dia de los muertos and obon. i jus like holidays that celebrate our passed loved ones. i don’t really like many others lul
Orion: Favourite month?
february bc my birthday and i luv the cold when it’s not Too cold and i love the cheesy valentine’s day aesthetic
Cassiopeia: Favourite book?
oh man.. one flew over the cuckoo’s nest and GOOD OMENS for fiction, just mercy for nonfiction . i just started salvage the bones and it’s also very good
Delphinus: Favourite study?
science by far..anything in STEM really bc i hate myself
Hercules: Favourite instrument?
tuba, bass (upright and guitar), bassoon (ok apologies in advance bc..i am indecisive and can’t pick .. just one thing for these)
Gemini: Favourite song?
hhh lemme think .. i love mistress witch from mcclure and should’ve known better by sufjan, amor prohibido by selena, first love/late spring by mitski is #life-changing, only time will tell by asia bc it’s a classic, and lately ugly cherries by pwr bttm has been stuck in my head . so the end result is idk.
Pegasus: Favourite place to be?
i honestly .. cannot think of a place . im jus floating thru space. i like when i have my new heated blanket + my stereotypical chicanx swap meet blanket
Libra: Favourite colour?
i really like rust and indigo
Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?
specifically, i have the cutest stripey pants and a light gray crop top .. it’s like a lot but it’s cute? but i like never wear it bc i feel self conscious in it. but more broadly, JACKETS and HOODIES/SWEATERS i can’t live without them
Aries: Favourite movie?
i luv every ghibli movie but esp spirited away and princess mononoke, JUNO, inside llewyn davis, little miss sunshine, chungking express, lilo & stitch .. ot but i wanna see the handmaiden and moonlight so bad
Cygnus: Favourite weather?
sunny drizzle like during summer in more tropical/humid areas
Hydra: Favourite sound?
raindrops on a window + crashing waves it’s so nice
Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?
i want 2 be corny and say yes but in reality, no. i believe in infatuation at first sight but i believe love is a constant commitment and a choice
Comet: What’s your big dream?
uhh getting 2 the point where i’m genuinely like, happy and succeeding
Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?
i’m doing nuthing but playing vidya games and reading and working when i want to and i don’t have social media + am pretty/interesting and live in aruba
Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?
not ever being abused .. particularly by one person
Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?
graduate .. find a job i guess ... get m*rried maybe still not sure .. be Well u know ..
Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?
i really would like to travel the world ! like i’d love to see family in mexico, brazil, and bosnia before i die, as well as see the northern lights :-)
Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?
i would like 2 be genetically engineered .. to be the ideal human..
Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see?
this is loike the most morbid question like last thing i see before i die? lmao uh.. i could say my loved ones but it’s late and all i can think of is that breaking bad song remix video. that wouldn’t be too bad
THANK YOU AGAIN! :+) *10 trillion heart and star emojis*
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for the send numbers ask... i literally wanna know everything about you. just do all the ones you're ok with doing 💜
scghumaeca oh my god
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
I honestly have no idea, probably Mack
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
Outgoing but anxious lmao
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
Probably Denny, I haven’t seen him for awhile and I think he’s going to be at our environmental conference. I need to talk to him about internships.
4. Are you easy to get along with?
I guess, I’m kinda cold outwardly sometimes and bad at conversations
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
Probably yeah, I’d get yelled at though
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
I usually like bigger guys but I think that’s the dyspohria talking. With girls I tend to like short sweet girls.
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
God probably not
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
A girl I like
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
Kinda??? I make dirty jokes but sometimes I get super dysphoric cuz my bottom dysphoria is BAD
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Mack last night, sad shit oof
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
“Will you both be home at normal times?”
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
Oof I don’t really keep favorite songs lmao. I like Hurt, Splash Mountain, (Fuck A) Silver Lining, This Is Home, and I Am Shit
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
God yeah
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
Not really
15. What good thing happened this summer?
Last summer I became friends with the boys lmao
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
I haven’t kissed anyone
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
Of course, it’s unrealistic for there to be nothing
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
No, I haven’t seen him for like 6 years
19. Do you like bubble baths?
Eh, I’m not a fan of baths in general
20. Do you like your neighbors?
I don’t know my new ones but my old ones were the worst
21. What are you bad habits?
Over and undereating, biting nails, drinking too much caffeine, self deprecation, there’s a lot
22. Where would you like to travel?
The Netherlands, Mexico, basically everywhere
23. Do you have trust issues?
Oh god yeah I do
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
Seeing the dove in the morning I guess
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
Hips, chest, groin basically
26. What do you do when you wake up?
Lie there for awhile and scroll through tumblr
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
Darker tbh
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
Mack
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
I don’t have any ex’s
30. Do you ever want to get married?
Hell yeah, I wanna get married so bad
31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?
For a lil tiny one lmao, I need a haircut
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
gchueirmqo idk, I don’t get celebrity crushes
33. Spell your name with your chin.
I am on my laptop rip. Zscxott paeris aretghur kajhor. Hey pretty close.
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
I’m in marching band, I’m joining a men’s roller derby team, I would play hockey if I could, I might be joining wrestling but I’m afraid of getting shit from people
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
I mean music is in tv shows??? I listen to more music than I do watch tv but there’s the stories I get invested in on tv. But I also play music. I have no clue.
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
Uh, yeah. ofc
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
Wow, riveting.
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
I don’t really have one??? Idk I like people who make me feel safe cuz I never do.
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
I like some of the newer GAP clothes, Market District is a good hangout place
40. What do you want to do after high school?
Go to Harvard and major in Biology.
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
Usually but one person did fuck me over that I don’t fuck with anymore
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
Probably pissed off
43. Do you smile at strangers?
Not often, I zone out easily
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
Outer space, the ocean kinda freaks me out
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
Mostly just Mack
46. What are you paranoid about?
Everything in the world
47. Have you ever been high?
No I’ve smoked like twice and it just gave me anxiety
48. Have you ever been drunk?
Another no, I don’t like the taste of alcohol but I had like half a mike’s
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
Eh, not really
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
Black and white
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
Yeah, often
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
I wanna be cis dude
53. Favourite makeup brand?
I don’t wear makeup but Lush has nice foundation
54. Favourite store?
No idea, Market District and GAP like the other question but it’s really not a thing for me
55. Favourite blog?
Oh lord idk
56. Favourite colour?
Violet, rust red
57. Favourite food?
Wedding soup
58. Last thing you ate?
I just ate a bunch of walnuts
59. First thing you ate this morning?
Uh, lunch, spicy chicken strips
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
I’ve won a ton of academic ones because I’m super competitive. There’s a band one I won, there’s hockey intramurals I destroyed in, pickleball during gym too.
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
I haven’t even had a detention
62. Been arrested? For what?
No but I’ve gotten yelled at by cops for no reason
63. Ever been in love?
I don’t really know. Platonically yeah
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
Haven’t had one
65. Are you hungry right now?
No, I just ate
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
I don’t really talk to anyone on tumblr
67. Facebook or Twitter?
Twitter
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
Tumblr
69. Are you watching tv right now?
Yeah, King of the Hill
70. Names of your bestfriends?
Mack
71. Craving something? What?
Mmmmmmmmmm t. And steak.
72. What colour are your towels?
Blue, tan, white, they’re all covered in hair dye too
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
Like three full sized ones, a few smaller ones
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
A ton
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
^^^
75. Favourite animal?
Hyena
76. What colour is your underwear?
The ones I’m wearing rn are greeeeen
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Vanilla
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
Cookie dough or cake batter. Any sorta baked good flavors
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
Black, it’s my annie cast shirt
80. What colour pants?
I’m not wearing pants
81. Favourite tv show?
King of the Hill and almost any old cartoon.
82. Favourite movie?
COCO BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
Mean Girls
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
Mean Girls
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
Either Regina or Gretchen
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
Any of the sharks probably, I haven’t seen the movie for awhile
87. First person you talked to today?
Ms. Meyer
88. Last person you talked to today?
Dustin I think
89. Name a person you hate?
Alexa
90. Name a person you love?
Platonically, Mack
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
MMMMMMMM ALEXA
92. In a fight with someone?
Yeah
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
Like two pairs
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
Six or seven I think
95. Last movie you watched?
Infinity War
96. Favourite actress?
I don’t really keep track of actors/actresses, probably Meryl Streep
97. Favourite actor?
Tom Holland cuz fuck man he didn’t have to kill me but he did
98. Do you tan a lot?
Not like going out to tan but whenever I’m in the sun, which is often, I tan really easily
99. Have any pets?
Yeah four dogs and a uromastyx
100. How are you feeling?
Eh, ok. I lost my voice so it’s deeper than usual which is nice.
101. Do you type fast?
I guess? I just took a test and I’m 67 WPM.
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
Yeah a lot
103. Can you spell well?
Not out loud. I tend to skip some words since I’m better at math than language arts, I’ve got a numerical and art brain
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
Opa, Cadmium, friends from shows
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
Yeah I host one every year
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
Uh I highly fucking doubt it
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
Yeah it was fun, I miss it
108. What should you be doing?
Probably working on my finals
109. Is something irritating you right now?
My mom
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
Oof yeah
111. Do you have trust issues?
Yeah really bad
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Probably Mack
113. What was your childhood nickname?
Boogie, pietje, there’s a lot
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
Yeah I’m from PA.
115. Do you play the Wii?
Not often
116. Are you listening to music right now?
No
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
Hell yeah
118. Do you like Chinese food?
Another hell yeah
119. Favourite book?
I really like When the Moon Was Ours but I’m not done with it yet, I haven’t gotten many chances to read it
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
Not at all
121. Are you mean?
I mean jokingly yeah
122. Is cheating ever okay?
No
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
Oh god no, I’m a dirty nature boy
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
No
125. Do you believe in true love?
Honestly I have no idea
126. Are you currently bored?
Kinda, it’s the depression lmao
127. What makes you happy?
Animals, people I get along with, tea
128. Would you change your name?
Legally yeah lmao
129. What your zodiac sign?
Aquarius sun, sagittarius moon, gemini rising, aquarius venus, aries mars, and capricorn mercury.
130. Do you like subway?
Yeah, meatball subs boi
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
Idk honestly
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Mack
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
“Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it.”
134. Can you count to one million?
Yeah
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
Idk man, I don’t usually tell lies and when I do I honestly forget about them
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
Closed
137. How tall are you?
A little over 5’6”
138. Curly or Straight hair?
I’ve got wavy hair
139. Brunette or Blonde?
Dirty blonde
140. Summer or Winter?
Winter
141. Night or Day?
Night
142. Favourite month?
September or October
143. Are you a vegetarian?
Not at all
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
Dark
145. Tea or Coffee?
Tea
146. Was today a good day?
I felt accepted by some people I usually don’t, but there was some other stressful shit so it’s kind of a neutral day
147. Mars or Snickers?
Snickers
148. What’s your favourite quote?
“Shoot for the moon; if you miss you will die in outer space, which is cool” - Katya Zamolodchikova
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
Eh, idk. I’m not a huge believer in the supernatural.
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
“It must make you sad,” Lian said, in a way that wasn’t warm enough to sound kind or sharp enough to sounds mean. “What happened with your mother
I included the whole paragraph cuz continuity. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thanks, this was a fucking adventure
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