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The Botanist Reborn

NAME: Juniper Rose Blower

(FC image below = manip by me for accurate reference)

FACE CLAIM: Elizabeth Olsen NICKNAME: June, Rose AGE: 24 HEIGHT: 5′6″ SPECIES: Human GENDER: Female BIRTHDAY: March 17 SUN SIGN: Pisces RESIDENCE: unknown SKILLS: botanist, shapeshifter, medic DRINK: Gilnean Ambrosia FOOD: Meat Pie (usually beef or venison) DAY OR NIGHT: Day SNACKS: Honeycrisp Apples SONGS: Assassin’s Theme composed by Lorne Balfe [click links to listen]; Invincible composed by Russell Brower PET: none COLOR: earthy tones (brown / green); Gilnean colors (faded blue & gold) FLOWER: Gilnean roses EYE COLOR: hazel-green (left), ocean blue (right) HAIR COLOR: Sun-rich Blonde BODY TYPE: slender, swimmer’s build, modest curves

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. She is devoted to helping others. She works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because sometimes it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

PREDOMINANT ARCHETYPES:

PERSONALITY: ISFP-T -- The Adventurer

Adventurer personalities are true artists, but not necessarily in the typical sense where they’re out painting happy little trees. Often enough though, they are perfectly capable of this. Rather, it’s that they use aesthetics, design and even their choices and actions to push the limits of social convention. Adventurers enjoy upsetting traditional expectations with experiments in beauty and behavior – chances are, they’ve expressed more than once the phrase “Don’t box me in!”

Adventurers live in a colorful, sensual world, inspired by connections with people and ideas. These personalities take joy in reinterpreting these connections, reinventing and experimenting with both themselves and new perspectives. No other type explores and experiments in this way more. This creates a sense of spontaneity, making Adventurers seem unpredictable, even to their close friends and loved ones.

Despite all this, Adventurers are definitely Introverts, surprising their friends further when they step out of the spotlight to be by themselves to recharge. Just because they are alone though, doesn’t mean people with the Adventurer personality type sit idle – they take this time for introspection, assessing their principles. Rather than dwelling on the past or the future, Adventurers think about who they are. They return from their cloister, transformed.

Adventurers live to find ways to push their passions. Riskier behaviors like gambling and extreme sports are more common with this personality type than with others. Fortunately their attunement to the moment and their environment allows them to do better than most. Adventurers also enjoy connecting with others, and have a certain irresistible charm.

However, if a criticism does get through, it can end poorly. Some Adventurers can handle kindly phrased commentary, valuing it as another perspective to help push their passions in new directions. But if the comments are more biting and less mature, Adventurer personalities can lose their tempers in spectacular fashion.

Adventurers are sensitive to others’ feelings and value harmony. When faced with criticism, it can be a challenge for people with this type to step away from the moment long enough to not get caught up in the heat of the moment. But living in the moment goes both ways, and once the heightened emotions of an argument cool, Adventurers can usually call the past the past and move on as though it never occurred.

[ SOCIETY ]

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty. ✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. ✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure. ✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet.

[ FAMILY ]

◐ Marital status : married - happily / unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed ◒ Children : has a child of sorts or children / has no children / wants children. ◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / Has cousins and is close to them ◔ Filtration : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents mother

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between. ♦ disorganized / organized / in between. ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between. ♦ calm / anxious / in between. ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between. ♦ cautious / reckless / in between. ♦ patient / impatient / in between. ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between. ♦ leader / follower / in between. ♦ empathetic / unemphatic / in between. ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between realistic. ♦ traditional / modern / in between. ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between. ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown. ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown. ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic. ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ✮ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ✯ Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ❃ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ✧ Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious. ❀ Philosophical : yes / no. / in between

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual. ❥ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable. ♥ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable. ❣ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naïve / inexperienced / curious. ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all. ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ☁ Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ✿ Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ✌ Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ☻ Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. $ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♣ Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[ MOST NOTABLE PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behavior, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naïve about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathize. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

Your archetype is the doppelganger.

Traits: manipulative, self deprecating, intelligent, knowledgeable, ambiguous, caring

The doppelganger is most commonly used to symbolize the divide between two egos, or the grey line between good and bad. Doppelgangers are extremely intelligent, and are able to manipulate a persons thoughts and feelings for their own benefit. While they are seen as a darker character, they are closer to being morally ambiguous, if not someone who has been forced into a position they never agreed upon. Doppelgangers wish they could do better, and often find themselves regretting not doing something. While they are capable of manipulating others, they are vulnerable, making themselves susceptible to being manipulated as well. Although many of their traits are negative, they crave attention, validation, and wish they could be a better version of themselves. If you can get under their hard exterior, you’ll find a true friend, and a loyalist.

FLOWER PERSONALITY Juniper is:

Fennel

You Are: You’re quiet, sometimes shy, with a tendency to be reserved. You have a humble, kind nature and often find yourself taking care of others. You can be known to hold things in, and you don’t always speak up for yourself. This tendency to hold things in can lead to disturbances.

Fennel is soothing and supportive, helping to ease digestive upset. For feelings of fullness and bloating, fennel is the friend to call on to help.

Sweet and mildly bitter, with a distinct licorice-like taste, fennel was revered by the ancients for its charming properties. Attributed with the power to bestow long life, courage, strength and even to ward off evil spirits, we modern plant people highly regard fennel for its capacity to ease uncomfortable feelings of fullness, bloating or gassiness, or as an all-around promoter of healthy digestion.

Nettle

You Are: Truly a nurturing and supportive friend, you’re the kind of person that just isn’t for everyone. But those who take the time are rewarded with your gentle disposition, and the kind of friendship that does a person good no matter the difficulty they’re facing. When out of balance, you can become more prickly than supportive or nurturing, though—a sign that you need to shower yourself with the same kind of nurturing you so freely give to others.

Nettle is a deeply supportive herb that has been used for centuries as a tonic to support your body’s well-being. A traditional springtime tonic whose alluring “green” taste is a reflection of the rising green of spring, nettle gently nourishes the whole body.

Nettle’s genus name, Urtica, comes from the Latin urere, meaning “to burn”, an obvious reference to nettle’s nasty sting. Nettle is widespread around the world, and evidence of this very old plant was even found in Neolithic stilt dwellings in Switzerland dating back to the third millennium B.C. It has long been enjoyed for its gentle support for the whole body, as well as for its refreshing, green taste.

Peppermint

You Are: Unflappable. You are cool in the crisis, calm in the storm, collected amidst the chaos. You’re a breath of fresh air, a waft of inspiration to the down-and-out, a refreshing, inspiring, uplifting person to be around. Of course, even a cool cucumber like yourself can run into trouble. You may try to take on too much, which can leave you feeling weighed down and not quite yourself.

With its comforting breath of fresh air and the peppery, sweet familiar scent that tingles your nose, peppermint is a classic candy flavor. But there’s herbal wisdom hiding in those after dinner mints—peppermint oil also has the power to relieve occasional indigestion and soothe your stomach when your digestion needs a little help.

Long before mint became the go-to flavor of everything from gum to candy to toothpaste, the Greeks, Romans and ancient Egyptians were using mint leaves as a digestive aid. Peppermint’s characteristic minty-ness comes from menthol, an important part of its essential oil that, when present in high enough quantities, will be felt in a tingle in your nose and a strong minty scent that carries across a room.

#Juniper Rose #The Botanist #June #Return to RP #Character Sheet

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momentofmemory · 4 years

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FICTOBER 2020 - day two

Prompt #2: “That’s the easy part.”

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Characters: Ned Leeds, Peter Parker

Words: 1445

Author’s Note: set semi-immediately post FFH, Ned & Peter have a chat on the nature of friendship, and a bit of star wars meta along the way. Ned POV. for @friendofspidermannedleeds

>> the han dies alone

Spider-Man was Peter Parker.

It was a fact that could mean a lot of things to Ned, but all that really mattered now was that it meant something to the entire world.

He’d watched the stream in mounting horror, his phone already blowing up with group messages and twitter mentions, and he had to bite back a hysterical laugh when he got a string of Snaps from Flash—one of which included an invite to an interview, and the rest of which devolved into increasingly confusing profanity.

Ned let them roll in for another few precious seconds, then muted all notifications except from emergency contacts, stuffed a bunch of supplies into the extra backpack he kept for when Peter lost his, and ran the full two blocks east to Peter’s apartment.

It was, to be perfectly honest, an absurd guess. Peter could’ve gone anywhere, but Peter was also a creature of habit—and home was where Peter went when he wanted to feel safe.

Ned’s guess was rewarded when he pounded on the Parkers’ apartment door and was nearly decked in the face by a red-clad fist.

“Whoa, hey, it’s me!”

Peter’s fist fell away instantly, giving Ned his first real look at his friend.

He looked even worse than he’d feared; his normally high-key energy verging on something closer to manic.

“Ned? What are you doing here? It’s not safe—”

“I came for you, man.” Ned hefted his backpack into the air, sliding deftly past Peter and into the hall. “Fifteen hundred piece lego set, beef jerky, granola, and also that history assignment you left on the floor last night.”

Peter stared at him in utter confusion, then shook his head. “You shouldn’t have come.”

“Maybe, but it’s too late now. Where’s May?”

“She’s with Happy.” Peter followed Ned back into the bedroom. “They’re supposed to call when they know more.”

Good. If someone else was taking care of the world, then all Ned had to take care of was Peter.

______________________

"You should leave.”

“Yep.” Ned didn’t look up from his econ homework—It was at least the fourth time they’d had this conversation, and explaining opportunity cost to Mrs. Roessler seemed far more important. “Not going to.”

“Ned.”

“Peter. You said you were supposed to stay here until May or Happy texts. So that’s what we’re doing.”

Peter fell quiet for a moment, and Ned went on to the comparison sections for absolute advantage vs comparative advantage.

Then:

“It’s safer for me than it is for you.”

“And it’s safer for me when I’m with you.”

Something about that response seemed to rile Peter up specifically, as Ned could hear him shifting around on the bed. “And what about when the next axe crazy supervillain tries to use you as bait?”

“Then that’s the easy part,” Ned said with a shrug. “You rescue me.”

“Ned!” Peter tumbled off the top bunk, hair disheveled and looking absolutely scandalized. “This isn’t—this isn’t something to joke about—”

“I’m not joking.”

Peter frowned harder, and Ned momentarily stopped chewing his gum. He figured he was probably doing something cool like listening to his heartbeat or counting the beads of sweat on his forehead, so he didn’t want any chewing noises or motions to distract him.

Whatever Peter was looking for, he must not have found it. “Ned, just—just because you’re not joking doesn’t mean you’re serious. They could kill you to get at me.”

Ned sighed and put his homework down on the desk, resigning himself to another late assignment. It wasn’t like they were likely to have school tomorrow, anyway.

Discovering Spider-Man was on Midtown’s roll was sure to warrant at least one emergency “teacher work day” for the administration.

Peter was still looking at him, and the open fear on his face scared him more than he’d like to admit. Ned quickly pulled up YouTube on his laptop and started typing, just to give him something to do.

The second hand on the analogue clock ticked ominously.

Still no word from May.

“Look,” Ned said eventually, sliding another piece of gum out of his stash, “Han Solo was trying to leave the Rebellion when Vader captured him and Leia. He was out, and he still got used as bait.”

“That’s different,” Peter said. “Han was working with the Rebellion for months, and he was still there during the Hoth attack.”

Ned smacked his gum. “But Han himself wasn’t with the Rebellion. Or Luke.”

“But the Empire didn’t know that!”

“So what you’re saying is,” Ned said, “their current status didn’t matter because of their pre-existing relationship.”

Peter had nothing to say to that.

Ned returned his attention to the copyright infringement notice he’d written up. He’d managed to claim almost all of the footage from Mysterio’s reveal, and now anyone trying to repost it would be automatically taken down by the algorithm. It wouldn’t hold up in court, but all he needed was for it to ping YouTube’s three strike rule.

Hopefully that would buy them enough time to come up with a more permanent solution.

Ned heard Peter shift behind him, then launch himself back up onto the bunk bed and out of sight.

More seconds.

“...Han got tortured,” Peter said, voice muffled. “And then locked in carbonite for months.”

Ned winced. It was a fair point.

“He got the girl, though. Think MJ’d let me kiss her?”

“Ned.”

“I’m kidding! Also I completely respect her both as your significant other and as an individual person, please don’t tell her I said that I don’t want to die.”

Something cracked loudly behind him, and by the time Ned spun the chair around Peter was looking morosely down at the splintered headboard between his hands.

“If you don’t want to die,” Peter said, and the anguish in his friend’s voice finally lowered Ned’s defenses, “then why won’t you just leave?”

Ned tapped his fingers uselessly against the base of his laptop, then abruptly closed the lid. Despite being Peter’s guy in the chair, this was the kind of thing that could only be handled in person.

“Scoot over,” he said, awkwardly clambering up onto the bed that could barely hold one of them, let alone both. But it had in the past, and he was confident it would again.

Peter shifted to the side of the wall to make room, all but squashing himself into the corner, and it was so spider-like Ned didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. He settled for another sigh, and watched the seconds on the clock on the wall tick by.

It was only a matter of time before some excitable journalist—or worse—showed up at the Parker’s door, but they didn’t have anywhere else much safer until May or Happy called Peter back. He figured since they hadn’t, they were at least okay for now.

He waited until the muscles in Peter’s arms unwound, and Peter had successfully peeled himself off the corner, to speak.

“We’ve been best friends for ages,” he said, slowly. Unable to hide his own fear from coloring his voice. “If I were going to avoid getting used to hurt you or whatever, I probably needed to stop being your friend like, before high school years ago.”

Peter flinches. “You don’t have to be part of this, we can make it look like a huge fight, or like you didn’t know—”

“Peter,” Ned pressed, “how would me knowing or not knowing make me any less of a target? If I told you to hate me, could you do it?”

“No!”

The words shot out of Peter’s mouth faster than he could fire his webshooters, but he only understood their significance once they were in the air. Peter stared down at his wrists, as if he could see them written there.

“…I just don’t want to lose anyone else,” he said.

“Trust me when I say I don’t want to be lost.” Ned shuddered, then shrugged. “The way I see it, yeah, Han dies eventually. But he also doesn’t die until the trio breaks up, right? Luke’s halfway across the galaxy and Leia’s not much better. So Han dies when he’s alone. Maybe because he’s alone.”

The corner of Peter’s lip quirked up; the closest thing to a smile Ned had gotten so far. “Weren’t Rey and Finn—”

“Literally let me have this for once I feel like I’m making a really good point.”

Peter snorted, and that definitely counted as a win. Ned knocked his shoulder against Peter’s.

“What d’you say. No going Solo?”

Peter bit his lip, still wrestling with the guilt. Then he nodded.

“No going solo.”

#fictober20 #ned leeds #peter parker #fanfiction #spiderman #memsfic

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foreficfandom · 4 years

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Mystic Messenger - Their Favorite Gift From MC

-- Zen: Customized Bracelet --

Zen’s sort of an excessive person so he’s almost always the one giving you gifts. He doesn’t want for much and the stuff he does - like skincare products - you used to buy for him but he eventually convinced you to buy it also for yourself so you could do sheet masks together.

When you do buy gifts for him, it can be a bit difficult. His fans send him a bunch of stuff all the time, like baked goods, or fanart, or neckties. He, of course, is a lot happier when you decide to hand him something, but it’s almost never something he’s ever gotten before.

You have to outsource. So you order a custom-stamped leather bracelet from an indie crafter, something he can wear while rehearsing without worrying about it falling off. On the outside, you have ‘I love you’, and on the inside ‘Zen x MC’.

You give it to him for Valentine’s, his favorite holiday. Zen dedicates the entire day to you and him, and pushes aside the many packages from his fans for later.

You hand him a little box, and he opens it to gasp dramatically at the bracelet, immediately putting it on and exploring the texture of the leather. The lightly-colored tan matches his complexion perfectly.

First, a kiss for you, then its 904709 selfies with him proudly modeling his gift. It goes on his social media to a slight ruckus, because Zen’s never shown off any gifts he’s gotten before.

“My love is so thoughtful!!! Such a beautiful bracelet <3333″

Your name isn’t on the outside to maintain privacy, which proves to be a good idea since that picture is circulated like crazy to mixed reactions.

Zen doesn’t care, this is by far the best gift he’s ever gotten. He hugs you tightly and promises to wear it always.

-- Yoosung: Vinyl Laptop Stickers --

You like to buy knick-knacks for each other on occasion. Yoosung’s wallet isn’t packing so he can only get you stuff once and a while, and you return the favor with other little things.

And Yoosung is also kinda already surrounded by little trinkets and other stuff he’s collected on his own. Little figurines and toys from vending machines, plastic reward favors from convenience stores, character-themed pens and mugs and phone charms.

It can get a little cluttered. His backpack alone is heavily decorated with pinback buttons and enamel pins, and you know he’s home just by the jingling of the many charms hanging off the zippers.

He’s also of a romantic and ‘cute’ mind, so when you give him practical gifts of a headset holder for his gaming desktop, he’s pleased but ... he prefers it when your gifts aren’t quite so banal.

You eventually do some deep surfing for his upcoming birthday, and find this adorable pack of laptop stickers based off of LOLOL characters. These wouldn’t take up anymore of his space, and he could still carry them with him. So during his birthday dinner, you give it to him over cake and he opens it with a gasp.

“It’s ... oh, it’s so cute! It’s perfect, MC!” He hugs you tightly and immediately has you help him stick them on.

He uses this laptop for school, bringing it with him on most days, so it was the perfect gift to remember you by. Whenever he opens his laptop in the student lounge, or in class, he sees all those bright colors reminding him of his favorite pastime, but also he thinks of you and how much you love each other.

-- Jaehee: Promise Ring --

You’ve gotten her spice giftboxes for her cooking, a set of cozy loungewear for the both of you, and other cute things she absolutely adores.

But her true favorite? Her engagement ring. A dainty little band that matches yours perfectly. You had proposed to her during a beautiful evening in the park, making her tear up.

“We’re partners, now,” you said. She gave a watery smile and put her ring on proudly.

South Korea wouldn’t allow marriage between you two, so these rings promised more than a union. It promised a brighter future in the face of adversity. It promised progress in the name of love and equality.

Jaehee struggles with societal expectations for a woman like her. This ring was like a shield against the worse thoughts, or an anchor during the more tremulous times. She had chosen to pursue you against the world’s wishes, and it was the best decision she’s ever made.

You and her wear the rings 24/7. To an onlooker, it just seemed like the two of you were separately engaged people. But she knows differently. A proud little secret.

Customers sometimes make comments about them. She’d be ringing them up, and they’ll notice the brilliant white sapphire. “When’s the date?” some have asked. She stammered, “It’s in the making.” The customer nodded, and wished her a happy union.

She twists the ring around her finger, looking at you wistfully. It will be a happy union. One day!

-- Jumin: Custom-Made Cologne --

What the heck do you gift the man who could have anything he wanted? Material possessions are never a strain for him. He grew up knowing that any toy, any trinket, any new technology or experience he desired, he would get. He’d ask for ice cream and his father’d purchase an entire chain.

His current self rarely buys indulgences. He’s had years of being fulfilled already. But he definitely buys gifts for you, almost to ridiculous levels. You can see from the diversity of gifts that he has a reach for any product or merchandise, anywhere at any time.

When it came time to get him a gift, you had asked the RFA for advice. And everyone was as clueless as you were. Even Jihyun wasn’t sure; the two of them have almost never exchanged gifts throughout the long years of their friendship, since they knew the other was showered in generosity already.

“You’re gonna have to go custom. Something that can’t be bought,” Zen suggested. So when Jumin announced that he had to go to Birmingham for a business meeting, you came along with him. Which you seldom do, since it’s two days of Jumin being stuck at meetings leaving you to your own devices. But you had a plan.

You looked up a luxury custom perfumery, and with the help of an expert nez you crafted a bottle that would complement him perfectly. On the bottle was a label that said “Love Forever by MC”.

So for his birthday, he accepted his gift with grace and asked where you bought it. “This bottle doesn’t look like its from Clive Christian, is it? Maybe it’s Dior ...”

You explained where you got it, and giggled when his mouth dropped open in surprise. He opened it, sniffed, and his smile grew bigger ‘cause it was so much more special now. It was made under your hand, something that will never be replicated. His and his only.

He loves wearing it to work. It’s so wonderful to be surrounded by a smell that reminds him of you.

-- Saeyoung: Fingerprint Charm --

He’s a surprisingly complicated man to gift. Like Jumin, he neither lacks nor wants for material needs. Sometimes you’ve given him cute candies or hand-knitted mittens for winter, and meanwhile he’ll give you ridiculously advanced robot cats or he’ll bust out his packing wallet and boom, you’ve got a new Gucci clutch bag.

He kinda knows that he’s hard to gift. So whenever you shyly hand over a six-pack of gag-flavored soda for Christmas or something, he makes a big show of loving it and thanking you with kisses and nuzzles. And he does love it! He’s never had gifts before, not from V or Rika or his co-workers, and definitely not from his mother. Just the thought that someone cared enough to surprise him with trinkets is so heartwarming.

But your anniversary was coming up. It marked the day that Saeyoung’s life turned around a complete 180 for the better. A very important day, one that you couldn’t mark with an exotic beef jerky bouquet or whatever.

One day, while touring a small art fair, you found an indie jeweler who offered custom fingerprint charms. You set up a date to come in and make a mold by pressing your thumb into a block of sand, which was cast into a mold and into which steel was poured.

You gave it to him over a late-night car ride date. He took the charm out of the little bag and stared at it, you explained what it was. “That’s my very own fingerprint right there. I hope it’s something you can carry with you, and remember me by.”

He was silent for a few long seconds. You saw that his hand was shaking. So you reached over and kissed him, he embraced you tightly and said with a wavering voice, “Thank you.” A sniffle, and he was back to his cheery self. You helped him put it on his keychain, next to his car keys.

He loves it dearly. Especially when he fingers the print and feels the groves, imagining your hand.

-- Saeran: Sweater --

For a long while, Saeran couldn’t live a proper civilian life and spent many days holed up at home, stuck in an anxious and depressive slump. Any venture outside was an ordeal for him. Bit by bit, through therapy and medication, he regained his confidence.

You found this sweater online, and you knew how much he liked wearing sweaters at home. It had this quote on it that the both of you were familiar with. It had been one of the repeated self-forgiving phrases his therapist suggested. Saeran took to that phrase particularly well. He repeats it in his mind when he feels himself on the verge of a breakdown, and it helps de-escalate.

You knew you had to buy it. But keeping it secret from Saeran was kinda a challenge because he likes to tour around your internet history when he’s bored. Not for malicious reasons, he’s just curious and wants to know what kind of stuff you like to re-tweet, or what shops you frequent.

So with Saeyoung’s help, you ordered the sweater under a guise Saeran wouldn’t be able to crack without some effort, and it ended up being a legit surprise when you handed Saeran his gift.

You watched his eyes trace the quote carefully, and at his fingers tracing the screenprinted flowers. He was quiet for a long while, just exploring the sweater thoroughly.

He can’t remember the last time he’s gotten a gift. Maybe it had been never. His eyes teared up.

You hugged him close and stroked his hair like he said he enjoys. It was almost hard for him to accept this from you; he’d spent years trying to approve others under threat of violence, and he’s rarely gotten to experience true generosity.

He wears it at least once a week. It’s his absolute favorite article of clothing forever and ever.

-- Jihyun: Filled Scrapbook --

For the holidays, Jihyun had given you a beautiful set of jewelry over dinner, along with a framed photo of yourself that he had taken some time before. He rarely decides to spoil you with his riches, but sometimes the occasion calls for it.

How can you match up with his generosity? You knew Jihyun would be charmed with whatever you gave him, but you wanted your gift to mean something.

Once your anniversary began to creep up, you had an idea and began working on your project two weeks in advance - it was going to be a beautiful scrapbook of not just Jihyun’s photos, but also little momentos and decorations on every page, detailing particular moments of your life together up to this point.

You scoured his instagram, printing out copies onto photo paper and cutting and pasting. You folded within old plane, bus, and boat tickets. There were sightseeing brochures from trips abroad, old restaurant menus, stamps from envelopes he had sent you. You wrote messages and captions with multicolored ink.

Extra special were the pages dedicated to when the two of you moved into the new apartment together, and when V was officially recovered from retina surgery, and also the first RFA party he co-hosted with you. Some pages touched on more sad subjects.

Finally, you finished the scrapbook just in time for the anniversary, and it was all worth it to see Jihyun completely blown away by the effort you put into it. He spent several minutes on every page, talking them over with you and reminiscing.

He managed to hold in his tears until the last page, which you kept empty except for a calligraphy script that said, “... and into the beyond.”

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines #mysme #mysme zen #Yoosung Kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim

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dcbbw · 4 years

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Six Sentence Sunday

It’s a lazy Sunday and I am writing and working on fics.Which means am ready and prepared for a Six Sentences post.Here’s what’s being worked on for posting in the very near future:

Back Roads:

“May I come in?” Liam asked politely. As if they were acquaintances who had met briefly at a party.

Drake nodded, stepping aside to allow Liam entry. Liam walked past Drake, going to the kitchen. A piece of metal glinted from beneath one of the dining chairs. Liam set his bag of purchases on the kitchen counter before removing items: smoked maple whiskey, steaks, fresh haddock filets, potatoes, corn.

Drake looked at Liam in puzzlement. “What’s all this?”

“It was dinner; I wasn’t sure if you would want fish or beef, but thinking you aren’t in the mood for meat today.”

Drake felt a trickle of guilt settle in his stomach. “This is very generous, Li. I know we parted earlier on not the best of terms.”

Liam placed both palms on the counter; he stared at the wall as he spoke.

“I have questions, Drake. And I would appreciate honest answers.”

The guilt was now a river flowing through Drake’s bloodstream. “Of course.”

“The officer who was here … she followed you home to give you a speeding ticket?”

“Yeah.”

“And it was just to issue the citation?”

“What else would it be for?”

Liam turned to face Drake. “Then why are her handcuffs on the dining room floor, and why is your hair wet?”

Guests and Visitors:

Queen Meredith cradled her infant daughter as she looked around the ballroom through narrowed eyes. She took in her friends and guests sipping wine and champagne, dancing under the lights of the crystal chandeliers, and her husband dancing with Queen Isabella.

She rolled her eyes as her arms bounced Ellie. It was bad enough … no, not bad … horrible that the Auvernese leaders were in her country, her home; but they had their army guard and their children with them as well. It was a subtle message that Meredith took as a personal affront.

Actually, Meredith took it as a threat. A blatant one.

The Queen exhaled a noisy breath that blew her bang away from her forehead.

At least this is their last night.

The cooing of her daughter drew her eyes downward and curved her lips upward. Ellie. Named for both Derek’s mother Eleanor, and Meredith’s mother Ellis, the Crown Princess of Cordonia was the only person keeping her sane tonight.

Well, her and Christina and Alex. Meredith looked around for her friends, but all she saw was a sea of bored but familiar nobles. And Bradshaw making his way towards her.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Her blues eyes darted around, searching for an escape when Christina glided in front of her, a vision in black lace and sequins. Bradshaw came to an abrupt stop at Christina Yang extending her hand. “I am Lady Seattle Grace of Switzerland. And you are?”

New England Blue:

Liam poured her more with a chuckle. “Are you okay, Riley B.?”

Riley waited for Liam to fill and heat his plate before beginning to eat. She frowned across the island at him. “No,” she replied morosely.

“You can say a eulogy for the Panthers if you want.” Liam buttered his French toast.

“No eulogies! They aren’t dead. I’ll probably still watch the Panthers.”

“But Cam? He’s like the Tom Brady of Carolina!”

“With the PATRIOTS?? I … I don’t know if I can do that!”

Liam’s eyes grew wide. “WHAT do you have against my team, Riley B.? I support YOUR teams! I’m not pointing out Cam Newton makes more headlines being a failed fashion icon than he does as a quarterback.”

Riley was sucking a green grape between her lips. The purple of her lipstick against the pale green was … sexy to Liam. His eyes were stuck on her mouth; Riley knew. She deliberately sucked on the grape before it disappeared inside her mouth.

Liam audibly gulped. Riley smirked.

“Is this a tit for tat, Liam? I support you, you support me?”

“Well, isn’t that how relationships work?”

Riley set down her sausage link. “We’re not there yet, Liam.”

“But we’re headed that way! And this is an important issue that needs to be tackled beforehand.”

Riley choked. “With all that’s going on in the world, NFL is what needs to be discussed between us as a potential couple?”

Liam waved a forkful of eggs before shoving them in his mouth and answering. “We have more important things to discuss of course, and we will as we get closer to becoming a true couple; but this is something we can settle right now. And don’t underestimate the adverse effects of sports rivalry in a relationship.”

DC AU, Chapter 5—So Close to Heaven:

Liam made small talk as he and Jill crossed through Franklin Park; Just Jill interrupted him as they passed the statue of General James McPherson.

“Look, I’m only coming along because I’m starving, and steak sounds good. You want to apologize, do so. Don’t try to make it seem like we’re going to form a friendship from this. I wanted one thing from you the other night; you played the game better than I did. I’m a big girl, I can take that; what I’m not expecting is for you to show up at my job and upset my employee.”

Liam turned his head slightly to look at Just Jill’s profile. “I just thought conversation while we walked would be pleasant.”

“And I thought leaving a message with the bartender that something came up would have been an easy enough thing to do but guess not.”

“it was a dick move; I admit that. But Riley, … she needed me.”

Just Jill pressed her lips together. “It’s been a cold, dry winter. I don’t follow sports. I’m from Denver. No, I don’t want to hear how great your wanna-be girlfriend is.”

She looked at Liam. “Enough small talk?”

Apart, Part 2:

Liam set his drink down and hurried from the room. Constantine watched his son leave, and then pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and spoke when the call was picked up.

“Prince Liam has been quite fiscally irresponsible as of late. Please suspend all his financial instruments for thirty days. Checking, credit cards, everything. If he attempts to invoke the Crown to make a purchase, let me know.”

Constantine hung up the phone and rose to refresh his drink. Liam and Drake needed a reminder of their stations in life; the King was doing them both a favor. A summer with Bianca, working with his hands among his own kind would remind young Walker that he didn’t belong in Liam’s world.

Liam would be spending his summer with the nobles and royals of the European courts; his son needed to remember that he was royalty, and the caliber of associates he surrounded himself with weren’t chosen with his heart. Or his dick.

Constantine picked up his phone again. Whatever plans Liam had for the next month were about to be changed, and that commoner he was so besotted with weren’t part of them.

Ryan Jackson:

The evening was cold and blustery, snow that had fallen earlier already crusted. The boys’ boots crunched through it as they took the shortcut through the park that would get them home a little quicker. They stopped at the sight that greeted them as they approached the gurgling creek.

It was the girl.

Bookbags were dropped as the boys ran to her. Ryan took one look and tore out of his coat to cover her. Then he ran back to the school to get the principal and custodian. And the police.

The girl did not return to school for the remainder of the year. Three weeks after the boys found her, they and their parents were invited to the girl’s house for dinner. She didn’t eat with them. Her parents gave each of the boys a cash reward and a homemade pineapple upside down cake. Ryan asked if they could see the girl.

With sad faces, her parents said it wasn’t a good time, but her girlfriends came over every Wednesday and Friday afternoon to visit; the boys were welcome to come over then.

The woman sipped her Brazilian lemonade wondering just how peeved her husband would be if she drank his as well. His arms were wrapped around her waist, his head laying just above her breast. He snored softly. The woman looked down at him, a wave of love and gratitude washing over her.

He had saved her.

Not going to tag anyone; thinking folks are making the most of the last of their weekend, and/or recuperating from celebrating America’s birthday. If you come across and want to share your WIPs, please do so!

#kinda long post #six sentence sunday #dcbbw writes #my wips #fics are coming

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 4 years

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After voting I suddenly realized they had forgotten to give me a sticker. I rushed back because I HAD to have my sticker!

I am sticker obsessed!

No really.

The other day I bought a bunch of bananas even though they are far from my favorite fruit. I don’t hate them, but give me almost any fruit first. They are handy in that they a portable and don’t need washing, but I’d rather not.

So why did I buy the bananas? Stickers!

Now, the stickers were Frozen II, and I’m not a fan of the films. I simply hate the music. There are some good ideas, but I’m fine with never rewatching either film. I am a grown woman with no kids to demand I get these Frozen stickered bananas...

But stickers!

So there I was, going around to look at all the bananas to pick out my favorite sticker design and the one in the best shape. Sticker I mean, I paid no mind to the bananas. As soon as I got home I carefully peeled off the sticker, to put in my daily journal where I would just write around it. I’m still eating bananas with a sort if resignation.

I do this all the time.

Actually, I do understand it. It goes back to childhood.

When I was in elementary school the kids in the “slow” class got scratch and sniff stickers. It wasn’t even just get a good grade and get a sticker, it was do your homework and get a sticker, keep your desk clean and get a sticker. And honestly, I get it. Giving them a reward for good behavior and trying would encourage them. Who doesn’t need encouragement?

“Smart” kids apparently. Yes, the kids in the “smart” classes never got stickers. And back then scratch and sniff stickers were considered very cool. It was something kids actually valued. And we never got them. Ever.

So I asked why. Why didn’t we ever get stickers for anything when they got stickers for everything. She had an answer...

“Good grades are their own reward.”

Bullshit. I mean, I didn’t use the word bullshit back then, but it’s how I felt.

I never, ever, gave a damn about my grades. I hated school, was constantly miserable, and had an anxiety attack most mornings before going to school. I deserved a sticker just for enduring that hell hole!

But to a teacher it was simple. These kids get good grades and behave without insentive. There is no need to go to any effort, or expense, to get them to do what I want. No stickers!

I wanted stickers!!!!!!!

Through a fluke my parents got a catalog that sold supplies for teachers, and I had them order me stickers!

I wish I could say I gave them out to classmates, but it never occurred to me. I wasn’t popular and I didn’t notice anyone else annoyed by the sticker situation. They probably would have thought I was trying to buy their friendship with something they were trying to convince themselves they were too “grown up” for. Still it would have been nice have been nice to lead the sticker revolution.

This was the 1980s and stickers became a real fad. Heck, there was even a sticker magazine (did that first issue have a scratch and sniff cover? It’s been a looong time!) Soon I was filing albums with stickers, all kinds of stickers. Along with the scratch and sniff came the foil, puffy, holographic, fuzzy, popular characters, advertising catch phrases (I have several “Where’s the beef” ones).....

Fads end. Eventually there was a glut of overpriced stickers with unimaginative designs, followed by stickers becoming harder to come by. I was dividing my money many different ways (see my comic collection), so buying stickers wasn’t a priority. I stopped officially collecting without even thinking about it.

And yet, one thing never changed. I could never pass up a free sticker! Or semi-free in the case of buying fruit.

Every time I get a sticker I feel this little weird little surge. Fuck you teacher! You thought I didn’t need encouragement or validation. Well, I deserved a sticker too!

This grown woman walked right in and said “Sorry, but I didn’t get a sticker when I voted. Can I have one?” So today I put a sticker in my journal, keeping a perfect record since I was 18 of every time I voted of slapping the, in there.

Guess what teach... voting may also “be it’s own reward” in your mind, but they actually give adults stickers for it!

#stickers #voting #school #rewards #sticker collecting #childhood

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mimiplaysgames · 5 years

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save it for the morning after

Pairing: Terra/Aqua Rating: E (Explicit) Word Count: 7,219

Summary: Aqua learns the value of being vulnerable.

Read on AO3.

A/N: HAPPY TERRAQUA DAY!!!!! I’m so glad to celebrate the only OTP I have, so ENJOY THE SMUT. I want to thank @lyssala, not just my critique partner but also such a good friend, a wonderful cheerleader, someone who knows the right things to say in my darkest nights, and an amazing writer who has given pieces to this fandom that still inspire me. Thank you so much for your support, this piece would have died without you.

“Can I kiss you?” was his response when she finally gave in to her curiosity and outright confessed that for years, she’d been thinking differently of their friendship. She wanted to know if she was the only one to experience how her stomach lurched into her lungs whenever he gave her attention.

It took him a great amount of courage to ask, even though she was the one to take the risk and expose herself first. But growing weary of being patient sometimes reaped great rewards, and a calm, collected (flattered) Aqua, who failed to contain the smile stretching across her face, answered by leaning forward to meet her lips with his.

They were warm and intimidated. He held his breath.

Her hands stayed crossed over her lap, knees tucked under as she sat on the carpet. Terra’s knuckles whitened as he balled them into fists, one on the loveseat behind them and another on the coffee table, like he was terrified of contaminating her with his touch unless he washed them first.

The two of them kissed in her favorite spot in the multi-storied library, at a usually undisturbed nook tucked away at the edge of a maze of shelves on the second floor. The only other thing here was a fireplace – unlit, because the sun shone through the tall windows. Open books waited across the table, full of studies for their Mark of Mastery exam, which was coming up in a few short weeks. They certainly weren’t compelling enough to keep anyone’s attention, so they sat there, ignored.

Terra only allowed himself to fully breathe when they parted. He licked his lips, and swallowed. “That was interesting.”

“What?” For something that was supposed to be good, pleasant at best, ‘interesting’ wasn’t an ideal reaction.

“Uh, well…” He rubbed his fingers, ran a hand through his hair, and avoided her eyes. “You smell good.”

“Oh… so do you.”

His eyes caught hers, lips pursed exactly the way he would have them when the Master criticized his progress. “You didn’t like it.”

“No! I mean yes! I liked it,” she said, hoping the blush burning in her cheeks wasn’t too obvious. “It sounded like you didn’t.”

“I did.”

They slowly melted into a nervous laughter, clearing their throats as they picked off glances from each another for any sign that they could continue.

She moved first, inching her knees closer to him and he met her halfway this time. This kiss was more relaxed, made for two friends needing the safety in exploring the unknown together. He eased into more of them when she leaned in, and found the most appropriate place he could place his hand – her elbow.

What stopped them was the sound of footsteps, hearing the Master call for their names.

The rip out of the kiss was full of wide-eyed shock, held breaths, snatched books, bent pages, and throwing themselves on opposite ends of the table like they never had the audacity to think about touching each other.

Terra signaled to her with a hum, but she couldn’t interpret his warning. He whispered with tight lips, “Your book is upside down.”

It was. She was just too mesmerized on the moment. Her heart knocked in her ears. She stared at a blur of ink, where words didn’t have letters. She wasn’t used to sneaking around.

She corrected it and pretended to read, just as the Master appeared around the corner. Terra was the only one prepared to play it smoothly – and he did it so well.

So this was how he hid his thoughts from her, well enough to keep her guessing whether he reciprocated her feelings. She let him talk as she took the seconds to calm her beating heart before joining the conversation. Something about how proud the Master was to see them working so hard, that lunch today was going to have meat.

The struggle to keep their giggles to themselves until they were sure the Master wouldn’t hear them was harder than any test they’ve taken so far, so much that her cheeks hurt from the uncontrollable grins she clenched behind her hands.

Being close to him was distracting enough that they agreed to study for the exam away from each other. They made sure their spar sessions were focused and productive – up until Terra decided they needed fun. It turned into a game of cat and mouse: he’d swoop his offenses inward, breaching the gap when she evaded his heavy swings, just so he could grab her into a hug. With a smug look on his face to top it off.

Small moments were filled with him holding her hand – once an innocent act but now it had different connotations. They talked about when they realized they held crushes for the other. Terra was the first.

When they critiqued each other’s work, it was always interrupted by smiles and lingering stares. They stole kisses when Aqua pinned him on hidden walls, so they wouldn’t be caught right away. He leaned downward enough so she didn’t have to be on her toes, and they progressed to a point where he held her close by the waist and she started to part her lips to invite his to do more.

But the day the Master noticed their technique floundering was the day they stopped, at least for now. The exam came first, and they promised each other to back off – until the moment where they would pass the test and became Masters together like they were supposed to.

In her favorite nook in the library, the light from the fireplace burns. It can only shine so far, able to stretch past the loveseat she’s sitting on, but weakens, engulfed in the darkness on every floor, taking the books with it, amplifying the shadows, if they are even there to begin with.

It is night. An army of silent snowflakes beat on the window panes. Tightly wrapped in a fleece blanket – nothing this soft existed in the Realm of Darkness - she doesn’t relax. She can’t. The cackle of the flames is predictable, but what isn’t is the pattern of creaks that moan in an old castle caught in the middle of a blizzard.

But she is confident she can handle whatever lurks among the shelves behind her. She is Aqua, Master at keeping her proverbial shield up, checking if the rooms are free of threat five times a day, and being snippy with her Keyblade.

She is only a complete dunce at sleeping.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she says, even though there aren’t any shadows left to speak to here. But old habits are hard to break. “Any of you.”

Silence replies too loudly.

It’s common nature that the quiet is the most powerful. Keep a person feeling like she is small, inconsequential, nothing. No greater force worthy of such a title than to break away any sense that she has a reason to exist.

The blizzard outside makes good work of suffocating the trees under a blanket of white. It’s eerie how it’s just as hushed. The snow is weightless, even in droves, and no creature outside dares to test its endurance. Even if she finds the strength to scream at the top of her lungs to make it stop, it will barely be a whisper against the tranquil onslaught that envelopes the entire castle. By morning, they’ll be buried. And she’s the only who knows.

But it’s in the way the earth drowns in snow where she finds what really bothers her: she can’t fix loneliness by herself.

At least silence has one weakness.

“Who is there?” she asks at the footsteps approaching. They are soft against the carpet - whoever is there is barefoot.

“Me,” Terra replies, gliding across to take the seat next to her. He is dazed, like he’s experiencing something electrifying in the exclusivity of his mind, and she doesn’t have the privilege to feel the same.

“What is it this time?” She lets go of the grip on her blanket.

He smacks his lips and hisses out an esophageal breath. “Mouthwash.” He fans at himself. “It burns.”

She laughs through her nose. Terra has always been sincere, but this is entirely different, and endearing.

Cut off from all his senses for over a decade, he now experiences the smallest things with the biggest enthusiasm. A “WOW” for the taste of marinated beef. Mouth agape in a stupor when he hears music. He cried the first night he came back to the castle, watching the stars.

“You’ll get used to it,” she says when he doesn’t stop squirming and rubbing his face.

“Easy for you to say.” He takes one hard look at her. “What are you doing here anyway?”

She should have known this is coming. “I’m fine.”

He snorts. “You’re talking to yourself.”

“I’m not…” It’s useless to lie to him.

“I’m guessing you’re talking to Heartless. Did you name any of them?” He leans his arm on the backrest of the loveseat, surveying the library.

“Sure,” she says, deadpan. “There’s Dark Darkness, Bitter Sadness, and I Don’t Recall.”

He straightens himself. “Which one’s your favorite?”

“Dead.”

“Cute.”

Aqua really, really hates to be associated with anything cute, and he knows it. But she would be lying to herself to pretend like she doesn’t miss it. She shuffles out of the protection of her blanket and curls over on his lap, leaning on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“I’ll let that slide for now,” she warns.

He wraps his arm around her shoulders, and she has no resistance to how it melts away years of hard conditioning. In the early years in the Realm of Darkness, she hugged herself for comfort. In the later ones, she forgot what a hug was. There is something about an embrace that nearly shoves her into tears, like it’s an apology she’s been needing to hear.

He puts a hand on her bare knee, and she has to wonder if he remembers the kiss they shared in this very room, all those years ago.

“You’re never going to get warm if you don’t dress appropriately for the weather,” he says, talking about her shorts.

“I’m fine,” she repeats.

“You’re shivering.”

She draws a long inhale to stop herself from snarling, a crooked smile wrestling on her face. “What do you want, Terra?”

“Are you going to stay here?”

Years of being possessed and he comes back with this maddening need to know where she is at all times of the day and night. He doesn’t spare Ventus, either.

“Would you feel better if I was safe in my room?” Safe being the wildcard of a word. Being in one place for too long always makes her expect that the floor is going to suddenly collapse.

“I’ll carry you.”

It’s not a bad offer. “Fine. Piggy-back style.”

He grins, no doubt proud he has succeeded in convincing her when she’s really just doing him a favor. Or maybe he really has. It doesn’t matter when he has his hands under her thighs.

So this is what it’s like to be as tall as he is. It’s cozy to nestle her face into his hair, breathing in a faint trace of sandalwood and his natural scent, something along the lines of earthy dough.

The residence wing is dark because it rests in the comfort of the storm, one lit lamp to be the only guide in the hallway. But everything is the same, and neither of them need to reacquaint themselves to it. The castle truly never gave a damn about the test of time, and time never spared a care for it either.

It’s too quiet, and she feels the anticipation in Terra’s shoulders as he creeps up to Ven’s door. The lights are off.

Their boy is locked in a dream, with Chirithy curled into a ball at his feet, like it’s attempting to be a proper cat. What they see is a marvel: Ven is finally sleeping.

They don’t dare say anything to each other, keeping the scene undisturbed. Aqua fights back tears as she digs her face into his neck. It’s been a long time since any of them have seen any real improvement.

Terra meticulously shuts the door, drawing the longest seconds to twist the knob.

He carries her to her room, letting her go in front of the bedside table. The lamp that sits there casts off such a dim golden glow it leaves the rest fighting for the right to stay in the light. She should really replace that lightbulb soon.

“Is something wrong?” he asks.

“He cheated,” she says, her voice hushed and dark.

“Who did?”

“Xehanort.” In an attempt to keep her voice low so there isn’t a probability that Ven will wake up, she hisses. “He cheated everything. Death. Time. And in the end, he gets away with it like nothing ever happened.”

In these situations, Terra usually takes the path of least resistance. Not a day has gone by that he has spoken about what he’s been through, and the mention of Xehanort leaves a mark in the glint of his eye before he works to erase it.

And she can’t demand him to speak when she refuses to talk about a lot of things, too.

“He gets to rest in peace when we’re the ones who still deal with the fallout,” she continues, keeping her whisper sharp and she flails her arm around to prove a point and lets it slap back to her side. “When is time going to work for us? When will it let us sleep?”

“We’re going to be okay, Aqua.” It’s his go-to.

She doesn’t know how he does it, how he got so much stronger than she hopes to be. His eyes are still soft like she has always known them, but he has grown to wear the face of a man who was forced to let go of everything. No Mark of Mastery hovering over his head, no faraway glances at worlds unknown that he’s desperate to explore. Terra is now and will be present with his family first before anything else.

Aqua inches closer to him, needing a hug to save her from sobbing. But she doesn’t ask for it. She has survived isolation for so long, she can certainly survive the night once he goes to bed.

“How are you not angry?” she asks softly.

His jaw drops. It’s too personal a question.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” She rubs her face, backing away.

“No.” He holds her arms to keep her near, a smile on his face. The Terra-smile: gentle, steadfast, faithful. “It’s about time we talk about these things, anyway.”

She doesn’t want to talk about it.

So he volunteers, avoiding her gaze. “If I really make myself think about it, of course I get mad.” His eyes scatter around her room, though there isn’t much to gawk at. She’s very tidy. He clenches his jaw for a moment, and wills himself to let go like he’s done with everything else. “But how can any of that be important when I can see again?”

It’s hard for her to know right away if she finds that justified, when she still wants some sort of retribution for what she’s been through.

“What about peace of mind?”

Terra chuckles half-heartedly and inward, the sort of thing he’d only do when he’s shy. He takes her hand. “You’re here. You’re real. I don’t need anything else.”

What she finds in the touch is irony. Love is too strong a word to give him when they’ve been separated for this long, even though her feelings have remained unchanged all these years, in spite of everything.

“Can I kiss you?” is her response.

He doesn’t give her enough time to interpret what it means when he stares hard at her, speechless. Instead, she is pulled toward him, and he comes at her with such a fever that he stops himself before he finds her lips, letting himself finish with a slow, nonthreatening advance.

The kiss is tender and long, mending together their shattered pieces with the care not to break them any further. The moment he pulls away is the opportunity she takes to close the gap, in case he disappears into thin air. She rests her hands on his chest, encouraging him to stay, gasping in shock over the smell of mint in his breath.

And stay he does, caressing her as he feels the sway of her back, the curves of her waist, the softness of her arms. She nearly collapses when he brings his hands to cup her jaw – it isn’t too far away a time when she believed she’d never feel his desire for her again. She parts her lips, and he responds in kind, holding her tighter as he runs his hands over the same areas again and again, like he keeps forgetting what she feels like.

Their first accident happens when she throws her arms around him and they bump into her bedside table. The lamp rattles like a screaming echo, and he rips from her embrace to catch it.

They flinch when they hear the soft thump of it landing it on her nightstand. They stare at her open doorway, waiting to hear if Ven will start rustling, desperate for their attention. Please, let the poor boy sleep in peace.

Nothing stirs save for their panting.

Terra takes the initiative to shut her bedroom door. Wrapping herself in her arms doesn’t have the same effect. They aren’t as tender as his.

It’s when the door is coaxed back into its frame that they strain near-giggles, breathy and careful. He pats her doorknob, like he’s unsure if he’s invited.

“I don’t want to stop, Terra.”

A second or two pass by before he rushes back to her. It doesn’t matter who hugs who first, tasting themselves with their tongues, someone’s hands in someone’s hair, bodies pressed together, and heavy breathing.

They shuffle over to her bed, and it’s an awkward dance where they take turns stepping onto each other’s feet, and they’re too busy with their hands to make commentary or laugh about it.

Sitting down forces more distance in between. She spent enough years in isolation - this needs to be fixed. She climbs him, straddling his lap. It happens so quickly and so naturally that it’s nearly innocent when it truly never is. The buck of his pelvis, the growing erection underneath his soft pajamas which she feels through her thin shorts, and the groan exchanged from his lips into hers confirm it’s a good decision.

He rubs a hand on her thigh, focusing his mouth on her face, her jaw, down to her neck.

Her neck, the stars don’t know how much she has daydreamed of this. And they can’t witness it, not with the storm clouds keeping the castle discreet.

Her body doesn’t respond like she expects it to. Fighting Heartless, fighting Terra in a duel is a reflex of intuition. That is reactive, primal, intelligent, where she understands her body well enough to know the limits of how far she can jump, how hard she can take a hit and still stand.

Kisses on her neck, though, appear in how she squeezes his hips in her thighs, how she leans her head back to give him more room, and how she realizes too late that she’s gripping his shirt into knots.

Terra responds to her movement with deep guzzles in her skin, pushing on her tailbone to rub against his groin. She gasps.

He stops immediately in between a smack of his lips to her skin, reeling back. “Was that-”

She murmurs disapprovingly – at him putting a stop to his actions and at the hint of apology in his voice. “I liked it.”

To prove it, she grinds against him, closing her eyes as she feels the warmth of her insides as he throbs underneath her. This fabric needs to go. She nearly asks him to strip them, but he’s so busy with her mouth that she doesn’t dare interrupt.

He squeezes her thigh, pulling it toward him though there is nowhere else for it go, and meets her movements, creating a rhythm with her that at first is messy and unsynchronized, until they find a proper momentum.

His breathing gets more coarse as time goes on.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“I-It’s hot,” he sighs, squirming like the acknowledgment has made the room’s temperature unbearable.

Aqua teases his shirt, and he desperately does the rest, throwing it over his shoulders and tossing it to wherever it lands.

His body is a craft, years of dedicated labor shown through the dips of his pecs. Her hands are too small to wrap around his biceps, and his abdomen is firm. Then there are the irregularities, the tears of skin that have braided over each other, a huge fossilized gash across the left side of his chest, where his heart beats behind it.

The last thing she saw before she plunged into darkness after him. Magic will probably never erase it.

He splays a hand over her fingers against the scar. “It’s okay,” he says.

“What is?”

“Everything,” he breathes. “Whatever you’re feeling, if you’re never ready to talk about it, it’s okay.”

She has to wonder if he tells himself the same thing to make peace with all the debris left behind for them to pick up. Does he also consider words dead after all that’s happened?

She has to stop wondering or else she will cry.

It’s okay.

It’s okay if she releases anger with her nibbles against his neck, in a spot where she quickly learns he likes most. It’s okay to try her hand at forgiving darkness when she steadies his face to explore his jawline. If she can’t find it in her heart to forgive now, she’ll try later. If she kisses his scar with a spell and it still doesn’t disappear, maybe there will be a day when she will be proud of him for wearing it. If they skip a beat in the rhythm of their grinding, if they choose to forget that anything bad has happened to them so they can enjoy the moment, now, in between the interlacing of their fingers, they’ll be fine.

Terra’s fingers trace and take steps up against the sides of her waist, lifting her shirt up along with them, until they find a space to linger right on her rib cage.

“Aqua?”

“Yes,” is her affirmative answer.

Too needy to let her do it on her own, he lifts it over. She doesn’t let him see when she presses onto him, skin to skin on areas she used to think were forsaken, now exposed. This is the closest they have ever been. His hands are calloused, finding new areas on her soft shoulders that leave a friction. It electrifies her and she’s about to beg him to finish her off.

A warm thumb finds itself testing the side of her breast, waiting for her reactions before treading further. Until a hand plays with massaging it, the callousness of his palm making her breath hitch in his lips.

It’s a good a time as any to pull away, and he observes her with the expression of someone forced to relive regrets as he slowly conducts his fingers to make the softest skin on her body move.

“I never told you,” he says solemnly and moves to the other breast before lifting his eyes to look right into hers. “You’re beautiful.”

Aqua catches a scoff before it fully exhales, releasing it as a chuckle instead. She is probably never going to get used to that. “Terra, speak for yourself.”

She knows him enough to notice when he catches sight of an opportunity to tease about her shyness, and she promises herself that she will pay him back twofold if he takes it.

But instead, he finds the inspiration to flick a thumb at her nipple. To make his finger do the same, to hold it in between. She shivers and a whimper escapes. It is not a breakdown of her defenses but a dissolution, and she loses strength in her knees.

“Shit,” she sighs, unable to find control over her sensations, relaxing into his embrace.

“You alright?”

“More than.”

He lays down her body, making sure her head lands on a pillow, and she lays down her arms when he hovers over her, following a brilliant idea to trace kisses on her collarbone, her pectorals, down her breastbone, before coming back up to take one of her nipples.

His tongue tickles. Her lower body clenches.

There is something velvety about his abdomen when she rubs her palms against them, or her hands suddenly got clammy. Traveling downward, she teases the hem of his pajamas, wondering if she can level the playing field.

“Can I?”

He smiles into her softness. “Please.”

His pelvis lurches forward when she continues to travel, finding a sweet spot tucked between his inner leg and the rest. She wraps her fingers around his shaft, and the impeccable wall he’s been doing a good job of keeping up this entire time disappears.

Terra stifles a moan, letting it out in grunts and muffling it against her shoulder so he doesn’t risk making too much noise. He slips a hand in his pants to wrap around hers, tightening her grip, coaxing her to move it the way he likes it. Weakness takes him over, too, and he settles by her side as she continues.

There have been times when she’s knocked him down in duels, times where she’s accidentally hit him in sensitive areas that had him reeling, but nothing is like this. It’s like watching him dissolving, head buried in the pillow, eyelashes fluttering, face speaking a language of its own as he enjoys it, chin stretched so much that the veins of his neck start to protrude. A pulse beats in her hand, and he’s completely submissive.

But soon he gains his will back to look at her with half-lidded eyes, and takes a finger to her shorts, drawing circles on the top of her pelvic bone, and her heart beats harder. It’s easy to let her nerves take over, but she decides to be brave when she does not resist, rolling on her back, inviting him.

He slips his fingers into her shorts, running them over her panties first, and the chill climbing her spine is already enough to send her over. Her wetness is cold in comparison to him, and when he’s done, he spares her the agony by slipping under the last piece of fabric sheathing her from his touch.

It isn’t just courage when she gives him the most vulnerable spot on her body. He takes it slow when he massages her slit. Her hips perk, on the edge of throttling but she holds on to the last bit of her control. There is truth there as well, to offer the areas they protect the most to the other. Maybe it will help them rebuild the strength they’ll need to endure the insane amount of years necessary to let them move on. Together.

Her relaxation teeters on a spike, very easily thrown off, as she closes her eyes and lets herself feel. She gasps. Sharply. He found her clitoris.

“There,” she moans.

“Shhhh, you’ll wake Ven.” She feels his voice on her temple, followed by a peck. He chuckles into her hair. “I don’t think you want him to find us like this.”

She nearly smacks him for putting an image like that in her mind at a time like this. But she must have been scowling hard when she hears him laugh gently.

He is watching her as he works her, tracing circles around such a sensitive collection of nerves, lying on his side and resting his head on the other hand. Studying her face.

“Your reactions are very interesting,” he says.

The more he does his job, the more it becomes unbearable to contain herself. She covers her face in both of her hands, rubbing her eyes hard enough to stop them from letting her tears run. It’s been a long, long time since she has remembered that she deserves good things.

“Terra, I’m ready.”

“For what?”

“You.” It takes a moment, watching his face blank in confusion, before she continues, “I want you.” She needs him.

It’s a struggle between knowing she should relax and enjoy the ride, and the desperation to have everything at once and learn what he’ll feel like inside. But it’s fine, she can take all the time to explore everything else once she’s had what she’s most curious about.

He sits up, his mind wandering, apprehension sitting at the tip of his tongue. “Isn’t it going to hurt you?”

“Maybe,” she says, recalling three books she has read on the subject, which have mentioned it might. Three vague books in a library of hundreds, with a Master never inviting such a discussion. She makes a mental note that she’ll have to buy better ones.

It’s in the nature of their work to brace for pain. Swinging Keyblades, for real or for practice, is an art of building resilience, respecting the bruises and scrapes for what they are until soreness is no longer an issue. They have grown up under this discipline – Terra and Aqua are partners in improving their technique but also in standing together. Accidents will and have always happened, and they have to listen when it hits too hard.

The strictest rule they have abided by is not to strike the other’s head.

She smirks. “Just don’t hit my head.”

It makes him smile, and he nods. Standing off the bed, he bundles her shorts and panties and pulls them off, his fingers trailing the sides of her hips, down her legs. Then he takes his pants down, and it’s when she sees his naked body that it truly hits her like a ton of bricks that she is actually doing this with her best friend.

“What?” he asks nervously.

She doesn’t know what her expression looks like and there aren’t any good words she can use to compliment the tone of his thighs, how the dim light in this room casts shadows around the folds flexed by muscle, his length which is aroused and ready, his height, anything else.

What she knows is that she is blushing, there’s a smile she can’t remove, and she is hiding it behind her hand.

“You look good,” is the best thing she can come up with.

“Really?” he replies like he knows it. “Speak for yourself.”

He’s back on the bed now, on his knees, taking hers and spreading her open. Rubbing her inner thighs like he’s warming her up, taking his time to look at her.

“It looks like a rose,” is what he has to say, wrapping a hand around her hip to give one of her buttocks a firm squeeze. He wears a coy smile, like’s he’s planning something devious. “You’re beautiful.”

He laughs when she scoffs at the compliment, and she’s probably going to have to deal with it for as long as they’re together. He plants a kiss on the inner side of her knee, and can’t help himself to but to give more to her thigh.

“You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Okay… Tell me when to stop and I will.”

Slipping himself into her doesn’t come as easy as it should. The mind can be a horrible friend.

Horrible enough to stop her attempts to relax. He meets resistance as he sinks deeper into her. It’s impressive how strong her muscles are to put up such a fight, and she doesn’t know how to calm them down.

So she tells herself that it will go away when she notices that Terra is really taking his time, carefully monitoring her responses. He stops to give her time to adjust, and each new sharp wave evaporates as pleasure comes to the rescue and takes its place. There is what feels like a hard push deep within that gets her to clench her eyes tight enough to see red.

“I’m sorry,” she hears him say.

“Don’t,” she snips. It’s something she hears too often. He apologizes for what he’s done, for what he didn’t do and for things that she still doesn’t blame him for. Maybe she’s a hypocrite, asking him to live without crying over the same things she cries over when she’s alone.

She’s tired of being reminded of things they can’t go back to fix, of having to tell herself that she isn’t fucking crazy. There’s no place for that here, right now. After all, if there is any person out there that she could possibly choose to trust this with, it’s him.

She softens her voice, assured that’s he’s just as nervous as she is. “It’s okay.”

Aqua lifts her head to invite a kiss and he answers. This gets him in deeper and he moans into her mouth, and she learns that he particularly likes her bottom lip. He lets himself relax on top of her while he waits for her to give him the okay to move again.

A short moment to acknowledge the fullness is all she needs, wrapping her legs around his, sending him into a rocking motion.

This is how it works, him rolling his hips forward for her to take him in and she gives back with a sway of her own. He pins her against the bed, interlacing all of his fingers into hers, timing his thrusts with his deep kisses. They steal her breath, but they give her life.

Aqua remembers too well what it’s like to never let go. Letting go used to mean to get eaten alive, to fall to darkness, to be taken advantage of. Anxiety was a friend she relied on, using its warnings to keep her prepared for what is coming next. Most of the time, it worked, but there have been times where it completely sabotaged her.

She relishes the strength of his thrusts and the friction he massages her insides with when she lets anxiety go in sweet surrender. The weight of his body on hers is like having a guardian there to keep her safe, where it’s easy and she doesn’t have to think or analyze anymore.

Inspiration strikes, and she lifts her legs higher to squeeze his hips, eliciting a moan from him. It sounds intoxicating. His thrusts become faster and harder as he grunts into her shoulder, his hot breath coming at her ear at the same speed. His kisses just can’t keep pace, and the room fills with the scent of what they’re doing.

He gets on his elbows, and his heavy eyes perk open when he looks at her. His own darken, their bold color desaturated in such delicate artificial light, but if they aren’t under the scrutiny of something bright and natural, then they are safe to be themselves here. He is lost somewhere in her, speechless in the feeling, and it feels good to have him do this, her hands on his back feeling them work.

The way he looks at her like this makes her realize that he really, truly means it when he tells her she is beautiful, and she wants him to know, wants him to always remember, that she is the one to love him first.

She immediately sits up, because words won’t come and they don’t need to. She hopes the kiss can translate what she’s really thinking. It stops his focus and forces him back to his knees, holding her to receive what she’s giving. But nothing she does seems to be enough to send the exact message she wants to tell, and she finds herself turning the tables, straddling on top of him as he lays out on his back.

This movement is easier, riding herself up and down on his length, and she thinks he finally knows. He changes from throwing his chin up high as he pushes himself into the pillow to letting it hang, from chewing his lip to hot sighs. She is doing this to him, letting him savor her like this. He grips her hips, kneading her ass as he pushes her harder on him, the pressure captivating her up the spine. She forces herself to not let it out too loudly, moaning through pursed lips. She changes the angle and it’s even better, hitting her in sensitive areas she’s never realized she has.

He grips her harder, enough to snap her out of her meditation. Terra clenches his teeth, his face contorting in pain. “I can’t,” he says.

“Terra?” She stops.

At the sound of his name, his eyes blink. He scrambles, throwing his arms around her tightly, and he buries himself in her shoulder to muffle the sound of his crying. Tears fall down her chest, first warm and then chilling, and he fights for breath, shivering because this, like many other experiences for him these days, is overwhelming and powerful.

This finally undoes her. She cries hard enough to clog her nose, her tears covering his face when she holds him firmly. She’s exhausted.

“Hey,” she coos, rubbing his back.

“I’m sorry,” he says, taking a slow moment to breathe her in deeply. “I ruined the moment.”

She sighs. “I thought I hurt you.”

He rubs the sway of her back, but he’s really trying to comfort himself. “No… not at all. This is the best thing I’ve ever done with you.”

There isn’t a truer statement, these two finally taking a moment to sew themselves a new life.

“It’s okay. You’ll get used to it,” she says softly into his hair.

Terra exhales slowly, and she feels the muscles of his arms give way to weariness. She gives him gentle kisses on his cheeks, and he tenses just enough to pick her up like she weighs nothing and lay her beside him. Her bed is smaller. It brings them closer.

He trembles from the adrenaline, his gaze darting all over the ceiling. They never finished, but it’s probably something that would happen when he’s constantly re-discovering what it’s like to feel.

“Are you sore?” he asks, taking his turn to wipe undried tears from her face.

“A little.” She returns the favor, finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder.

There is a shot of guilt on his face and there is really nothing she can do to convince him otherwise. That there is such a thing as a good bruise. It will take time.

“Do you need anything? Water?” he asks.

If he slips away, even for her sake, he takes home away with him. “Stay with me,” she says, holding his waist tighter.

The nod he gives shudders too fast, like a schoolboy unsure how to talk to a special girl. “Did I…” He clears his throat, and he doesn’t stop shaking. Still.

It’s cute.

“Did you…?”

He’s afraid of what she will say, so he answers it for himself. “I could have done better, I think.”

She giggles into his shoulder, and he groans, mumbling about how embarrassed he feels.

“No one expected you to be a sword master when you first tried,” she says. “We’ll both improve.”

He nods softly, the look on his face telling her he’s still kicking himself for not doing his best job, like he has forgotten that good technique takes practice.

Terra rolls onto his back, his hand stuttering at her touch on his forehead. Everything they’ve done is leaving a mark on him, like his entire body doesn’t know what to do with all that stimulation.

He eyes her window. The blizzard has softened, but it leaves them a tall pile of snow packed on her windowsill, nearly reaching half as tall.

He sits up, leaving her embrace, and he has only half a sane mind when he fiddles with the latch. It is difficult for him to undo because he is shaking so much.

“Terra, what are you doing?” She covers herself immediately.

“It’s really hot in here,” he says, leaving a space in between his words like they’re too difficult to utter.

The window opens outward, toppling mounds of snow over and he sighs loudly onto the marble. Then he jumps back, shuddering from the ice.

She laughs when the wind hits her across the face, bundling herself up in a roll.

“Shhhh.” He has a finger to his lips. Snow starts to dance its way inside.

A hand to her mouth too late. “Oh no, what will Ven think if he wakes up?”

Terra picks her up to sit her on his lap, taking her comforter to wrap the both of them tightly in a knot together, like a cocoon. “He’s old enough to know what this looks like.”

He finally breathes something that sounds like he can rest, letting snowflakes hit his skin like the cold doesn’t bother him - rather it calms him, his shudders tensing up at the first touch and then slowing. He has her covered so that she’s protected, supported in his embrace where it’s difficult to wrestle out of. Not that she’d want to. Being this close is a privilege she will remember never to take for granted again.

A star-shaped snowflake, broken only on one side, falls on his neck. She takes it in with her lips, suckling on it.

The ice is a painful sting on her tongue, like a needle that shoots down her throat. But it is welcoming, reminding her she’s alive Nature doing its best job uncorrupted.

At least now, she has him to share the view with tonight.

They have warmth wrapped under that blanket, kept just for them and saved for a rainy day. Or a snowy one.

#terraqua #smut #lemon #kh fanfic #terqua #terra #aqua #kingdom hearts fanfiction #terraqua day #ahhhhh guys #this was a whole 3 months of work squeezed into to make it for this day #i hope you like it #my fic

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yaniethoughts · 4 years

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To the Next Person Who’ll Love Him

An open letter to the next person who'll love him and the things I found out and loved about him. It was a privilege to be given the chance to know this much about him. The things I'm about to say are things I found out during our friendship and are not necessarily true for future reference. People can change when they want to, so this is the version of him that I got the chance to know and love.

1. His SB drinks: Iced/hot English Breakfast Tea with white mocha and raspberry syrup with a splash of breve, tea bag in also known as "Pink Drink" and looks like the "Pink milk" from thai dramas. For him, it was like happiness in a cup. When he started med, he has tried mocha frappucinos, americano and cold brews.

2. Alcoholic drinks: Prefers Red horse over other drink. Most unforgettable was a canned beer from Thailand. He sometimes get Heineken. Not so picky with cocktails, and will go with anything the group decides.

3. You'll know he's tipsy when his hair gets messy or he starts shaking his head after a drink or shot. When he's drunk he'll just doze off or he can become unreasonable so just listen to what he has to say. If he's hurt, he'll start opening up or cry. Just be there to listen. If ever there will be a point, he wants to vomit…he'll tell you.

4. Food: He's quite picky with food. Totally no middle eastern or Indian food. Anything with too many spices and aromatics. He doesn't like anything too spicy or fermented either such as kimchi. His comfort food during our friendship is samgyeopsal, particularly the thinly sliced beef without marinades, slightly toasted to a crisp. Aside from that, he used to order Breakfast starter: eggs scramble, bacon, plain rice and lemonade with an extra order of bacon. If funds are getting low, either he won't eat at all or offer cheap alternatives…preferrably with a fast service, Laxamana's (Pork sisig) or Paylite (teriyaki).

5. He cannot be separated from his phone: He's always on his phone. He has a lot of friends and responsibilities in med school. He will check up on those at anytime, don't worry he's still listening to you if ever you're teeling him something. BRING A POWERBANK. His phone during our friendship had battery problems, and his phone drains so easily. Bring a back up type c cord too, just in case. If he somehow, ignores his phone during your time and talks to you instead…you're very lucky.

6. Don't let him wait, especially by the time you meet him. He'll either be busy with acads, clerkship or internship. Same with most med students, their time is precious. Do not demand for more, because you know the type of career they have. At this point you have to remember quality over quantity.

7. He might have inhibitions from receiving things. (I feel I might have contributed to that) He would often hesitate to accept things, but will accept them if it's already there. He'd willingly accept treats from friends instead. Just remember that when you give things freely, you no longer have ownership over them. Don't ever count them and use it against him or isumbat mo sa kanya. You gave it freely and he never asked them from you.

8. Maingay siya magreview. I think yun yung learning strategy niya. And being a teacher, there are times na you have to pretend to be a student kasi he uses teaching as a review. Don't try asking the questions in his transes, not very helpful and kung non-med student ka hindi mo rin masasabi kung tama or mali yung sagot. Kung may kailangan ka din gawin, pwede ka naman mag earphones pakiramdaman mo lang kung kelan siya mag rerest. Either kukunin niya phone niya or kukuha ng bagong trans.

9. He smokes: a lot when stressed, but curbed when he has to do a lot of things. He usually uses this as a reward after finishing a certain number of transes. If you smoke, you should at least have a pack of marlboro blue (pwede rin green or black) or esse pop and a lighter. If you don't smoke, okay lang din naman sa kanya.

10. There will be times he won't be able to reply to you as fast as he used to. Either he's phone is dead, quiz or exam, tulog pa or travelling. If those conditions don't apply, take a hint. If you got impatient waiting, ask him personally and not through text.

11. Music: You'll often find him listening to music. During our friendship, he had listen to a lot of OPM bands, Particularly Ben&Ben the rest includes: The Juans, Autotelic, December Avenue, I belong to the Zoo.

12. There will be times he'll rant or throw a shade on social media. Just ask how he's feeling first before asking to whom it is directed to. He's not in the mood during that time and it's more important to let him calm down first. He'll tell you when he trusts you.

13. He rarely invites people out, but when he does that means he wants to be with you. If you want to spend time with him, do the same. Just invite him out, especially when he wants to, he's very vocal about it anyway.

14. When he nags you in texts, or send songs that he listens to before he shares it on his social media accounts, he cares.

15. As mentioned before, he has a lot of friends. It's best to keep your best foot forward. You'll meet them along the way. Masaya sila kasama, and it would be best to go with the flow of their humor. Being too serious and rigid, won't help you.

16. Marami din siyang crush. Just remember, crush is paghanga only. If he really likes someone, he'll stick to one. You'll know it's you if you notice some of his friends warming up to you. He would usually ask his friends to be his wingman.

17. He has a lot of smiles, all equally adorable but not necessarily true. Once you’ve seen all, you’ll know which one is true. The kind of smile that radiates towards you.

18. He rarely watched movies in theaters. So if you were to invite him for a date, go out for dinner, coffee or drinks instead. He enjoys long walks too, if he’s interested.

19. He’s an ultimate fan of Friends, watching it over and over to cheer himself up or to relieve some stress. Game of thrones as well, finding the finale disappointing. Big Bang theory as well.

20. He’s not perfect. He has flaws just like everyone else.That’s up to you to decide, but one thing is for sure, you have the capacity to accept them. Accept them, not change them. He has to do it on his own, when he finds it necessary. And when he does, support him.

I'd like you to know that I found happiness in him that's why I found all of these things easy. Acquaintances and even my closest friends have called me stupid for doing them for so long. There are times that I believed them but not completely. All I did was express my love…transform it to something that is acceptable to the both of us…. Even though it didn't last. Judge me if you must, but I will do all of these things all over again if I had a chance. It was my love for him that allowed me to open my doors and become the person I am today. A kind of love that is transformative. I admit that most of it came from me, but it won't exist without him that's why I am so grateful for him. Unfortunately, his love is not meant for me, not because I don't deserve it, it's just not for me.

To the next person who'll love him, I hope you'll mean it when you say so. I want you to know that there are people who loves him as well, and he refused them to meet you and be with you. If you would be given the chance to love him, the kind of chance where he is fully aware and acknowledges your love to the point he reciprocates it…don't lose it. He's been hurt before, and if you've felt that before, don't become the reason for it. Communicate.

To the next person who'll love him, love him your own way….because I'm not the best person to know. I don't know how to love him, if I did, he would have seen it. If I could no longer be in his life as a lover or even as friend, I just want him to remember me as someone who truly loved him. I hope he won't settle for less because if someone like me could love him so easily, someone whom he loves should be capable of exceeding it. Just as I won't be settling for something like this ever again, because now I know that I also deserve the love that I was willing to give.

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haoyoubin · 5 years

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requesting an enemies to lovers for ptg's yuto :)

Sure, Anon :) I love these kinds of au’s haha

Genre: lowkey angsty? It gets fluffy though

Note: I tried to keep this gender neutral btw^^ idk if I did a good job at it though hhh

•Okay so before the sudden hatred for eachother, you were surprisingly good friends with Yuto :)

•you two hung out together and all that

•then one day, you get into an argument

•it started out as you having him over for dinner

•what started as your average friendly debate escalated into a full blown argument that left him storming out of your house/apartment

•weeks after that, niether of you tried to apologize first & straight up ignored eachother

•now your mutual friends knew something was up when you both would cancel plans after finding out if you or yuto were invited

•or when you both went, they instantly sensed the tension

•boom! Now you two were publicly announced as enemies

•by this I mean niether of you even tried to hide it that you highly disliked eachother

•& your mutuals were sad abt this bc you two used to be the closest ones in your friend group :(

•And niether of you were going to admit this, but deep down, you both missed the friendship you two had

•as time passed, you still hadn't properly spoken to Yuto or vice versa

•fast forward to a year or so later, you get a new neighbor!!!!

•You actually didn't really care as long as they weren't too loud

•but later that night, there's a knock on your door

•"Hey do you happen to have- Oh..."

•"..."

•"Uh... Hey..."

•you just stood in the doorway in disbelief

•but the tension has subsided hopefully during the past year and so you just put on the best smile you could muster

•"Hey, What'd you knock for?"

•he just wanted to borrow salt as if there wasn't enough before

•No but you two ended up talking/ catching up in your doorway

•once the conversation got dry, you went to go get the salt

•"Thanks.. Do you want to come over? I barely moved in but... Dinners ready?"

•even though the reunion was kinda awkward, you accepted his offer bc free dinner, am I right?

•so going next door just included more catching up and pretty much clowning on your past beef over a petty argument

•then he hits you with the, "I missed you"

•but it was quiet and he probably didn't think you heard him in the first place buT you did

•AND OFC YOU SAID IT BACK

•50% because you didn't want him to feel awkward about saying it in the first place

•50% because you actually did miss being close to him as well

•after you said it back, the room got quiet

•"I should head back to my place- Goodnight, Yuto!"

•you quickly got up, kind of embarrassed and worried you ruined the conversation

•but he stopped you as you got to the door

•"Wait! Do you want to go for lunch tomorrow?"

•"I'd love to but I don't have money-"

•"don't worry, I'll pay!"

•"I'll pay you back-"

•"No, I want to treat you to lunch- No need to pay me back!"

•so at this lunch, Yuto paid for you and even brought you a gift bag

•which was full of things you liked bc he knew what you liked afters those years of friendship before the fall out

•"I wasn't sure if you were still interested in that stuff but, it's an apology for being a jerk"

•you thought the fact he even brought a gift was cute but you felt bad about not thinking to bring anything for him

•"I love it, but I should be apologizing too. I was equally a jerk to you"

•Que an over the table hug for the gift hhh

•okay so after lunch, Yuto got the bill right?

•and so the waitress said, "do you or your date happen to have a rewards card?"

•first of all, wtf is that?

•second, You and Yuto both blushed at the "date" even though you were still barely catching up after barely coming back up out from the "enemies" category

•but no, y'all didn't have a "rewards card"

•so anyways, since you both live next to eachother, he walked you home

•at your entrance to your house/ apartment, he cleared his throat

•"I can't believe she thought you were my date"

•"Me niether"

•as you tried to unlock your door, he blocked the key with his hand

•"I wouldn't be opposed to it- Going on a date with you? I wouldn't mind it"

•I'm sorry I would have cried

•He let go of your door knob and you rushed inside to collect yourself

•then you swung the door back open and caught him just as he went to unlock his door

•"What time is this date?"

•he smiRKED then said, "Tomorrow, same time?"

•you still probably didn't have money then but congrats, you got you another date with your ex-enemy/ old friend

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Best Friend! Yuta

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N i havent posted in like 5 years and i have no excuse and this wasnt even requested but there is an extreme lack of yuta content and i decided to make it myself smh ANYWAYS i liked writing this a lot and feedback is encouraged!!! lov u lil squishies muah <33 -Admin Madi

ALSO this was inspired by this post from @xuxi-rolls and this post from @youaremychwingum which are both amazingly cute blogs and people so go check them out!

Backstory first! You two met in the 3rd grade when he was deep in his anime phase and you were obsessed with collecting erasers that were shaped like weird things such as lipstick tubes and paintbrushes

Yuta stole the paintbrush one and started using it like a sword like a character from his fav anime and boy when you saw him do that were you were like “im gonna do it. Im gonna kill him”

You literally stomped your lil sketcher clad feet over to his desk and YANKED that shit from his chubby fingers with zero remorse

And he started crying and you felt bad and were like “well fine you can have it i guess”

And he immediately stops his FAKE crying bc hes a snake and sticks his tongue out at you as he snatches the eraser back

And you went into full Attack Mode and you two got into a small fist fight and the teacher had to break it up it was nasty

Anyways after you two went through the next year having some major beef, yuta apologised bc he’s a gentleman and even bought you a new eraser!

It was shaped like a dinosaur and you loved it so much that you instantly forgave him bc you didnt have an eraser in that shape yet!!

And he was beaming after seeing ur face light up like that and proudly pulled a matching dino eraser from his back pocket and was like “we match!! We can be best friends now!”

And you Loved that idea you were like yes okay first order of business: more erasers

Anyways you two just instantly clicked bc ur sense of humor was v v similar and life became so much more enjoyable with having him there to share the experience with you

Throughout ur many years of friendship, Yuta had always wanted nothing more than for your friendship to be comfortable, honest and loving

You’re the one that he rants to, gushes to and confides to so your friendship to him is so precious

And as you grew older and gained more freedom, both of you started to do more things outside of school like go on late night drives, go to the movies, amusements parks and out to eat every other day

And it became natural and routinely that going days without one another felt weird??

And you and yuta have discussed the idea of maybe you two being soul mates, but in a completely platonic way

Like you were two halves meant to come together

And yuta liked to reinforce this idea bc when it comes to being lovers, you shouldn’t be looking for your other half, but rather looking for the person who already makes you feel whole

And so when y’all graduated from high school you immediately got an apartment together!

It’s definitely not very fancy or anything since you both only had part time jobs here and there during the school years and summers, but it’s better than nothing!

And although yuta and you are similar, your styles are where you really begin to differ

While he wants to have pictures of mountains and gardens hanging on the living room walls, you would rather have mirrors shaped like suns and fairy lights behind the couch

And obviously after some friendly banter, you come to an agreement that a painting of pretty outside scenery at night would look great with some fairy lights to compliment it!!

And so your apartment quickly becomes a mesh of your style with his and it’s oddly nice?? Like who would’ve thought that yuta’s knick knacks from japan would look so cute next to your family photos

It’s a two bedroom apartment but you both end up sleeping on the couch in a heap more often than you’d like to admit

You’re both in uni doing ur own things so when its time to come home and relax, you’ll find yourself curled up next to him on the couch with your laptop open and writing a paper while he’s munching on some snacks and watching a game of soccer he missed bc of classes

And you’ll quickly fall asleep bc papers are boring!! And yuta doesnt want to move bc your laying on him and doesnt want to disturb you so he’ll just quietly cheer to himself when his team scores and eventually falls asleep

But sometimes he has no problem lightly shoving you off and going to his own bed bc the couch isnt really that comfortable and hurts his back after awhile, but he brings your duvet out so its more comfortable for you at least

And although you two are pretty much joint at the hip, your bedrooms are private from one another

Like its nice being with yuta, but its also very important that you have time to yourself and so neither of you are intrusive when the other person is in their room with the door shut

If either of you need anything you’ll just shoot each other a text or quietly knock on the door rather than just barging in which is something that both of you really appreciate

And you obviously have other friends besides yuta that you love dearly! And you make sure that you get to see them often and that yuta goes out with his friends too bc its easy to get sick of each other no matter how much you love one another

And this makes for your friendship to be healthy! Which is like, the most important thing bc being your own person is important and having close relationships/friendships is also important! But its easy to get too attached and end up hurting yourself down the road

And yuta is aware of this as well and so it makes things a lot easier bc he knows when you need your space and when to distance himself if he needs it too

But living with yuta is a lot of fun!

He likes to cook sometimes so you’ll always have a full tummy with yuta around!! And if he's not in the mood for slaving over the stove, he’ll just make some instant noodles and call it a day

He really tries to make as many traditional japanese dishes as he can so he can have a slice of his home whenever he’s feeling down, and he just really enjoys sharing that part of his life with you too

Undoubtedly his favorite part is when he gets to hand feed you with a spoon and witness the look on your face as you chew bc it’s really rewarding for him

Sometimes your schedules kind of clash on days so whenever he’s home and you’re in class, he’ll make food for himself and leave you tupperware containers of food in the fridge for you to heat up when you get back bc he knows you’ll just crash and not eat which is really bad

And yuta cares about ur health!!! He’s attentive as heck!!

But you’ll do the same thing for him, and even if you aren't a world renowned chef, you’ll lay cash on the counter for him to call in a pizza or something quick

If you know he’s been craving something then you’ll leave the number for the place next to the money you leave so it makes ordering a bit easier for him!

Also, yuta is very organized! Sometimes he’ll throw his jacket here and there or have some things where they shouldn’t be, but yuta really likes having a clean and tidy apartment!

He hates doing the dishes, but he’ll literally do anything else

He likes to vacuum for some reason you dont know but you’re like okay have at it! One less thing i gotta do! And he’s really happy once he’s done bc BAM you have clean floors

And you’ll just be sarcastic about it but in a loving way and he laps that shit up bc sarcasm!!! His second language <333

You two have a nightly routine that ensues when neither of you are busy the next day so you’ll watch a movie on netflix you’ve been eyeing together and crash

Sometimes when yuta gets home on these nights you’ll still be in the shower or getting ready for bed, and yuta will come in and sit on the counter and you’ll talk about your day and just chill while shampooing ur hair (which yuta is obsessed with btw..he loves touching and playing with it)

But he’ll just be there,,listening closely and telling you about his own day while drawing squiggly images on the mirror like hearts and stick figures holding hands (its always you and him, but when you ask, he insists its him and winwin)

And you laugh bc boy does ur bff ever have a massive crush on sicheng!!

But yuta is just cute and likes your platonicness with him

Bc he really does love you! People often ask you two if you’re dating and you can see why people would ask that bc you and yuta are super close, but it’s also kind of an odd thought to both of you bc yeah you love each other but,,,not as lovers

And so you’ll laugh it off and talk about it afterwards bc you really cant see each other in that light because you tried dating in high school and it just felt kind of weird

Yuta loves to tease and joke around with you, sometimes be a little (read; lot) sarcastic with his jokes but he really does care about u and thats how he shows his affection!!

He’ll hold ur hand when ur out at the grocery store or shopping together and likes to pat your head and plays with your ears but thats about it for physical affection!

You’re emotionally bonded more so than physically which is not a bad thing uwu

Yuta finds it kind of hard to openly joke around to the same extent with others as he does to you and knowing this makes you feel really special

Like yeah!! Thats right!!! Im his best friend!!

Yuta also LOVES to dance with you

It doesn’t matter if it’s serious or not, he will not hesitate to pull you up onto ur feet and have you dancing with him

ESP to sistars shake it! Y’all have so much fun when that song comes on

At first this was embarrassing but then yuta would just NOT stop shaking his butt so you were like oh well lets both look cutely dumb i guess

And you’ll get noise complaints a lot bc the walls are thin and you’re moving around, creating a lot of noise and you feel especially bad when this is all happening at like,,,3am

Anyways you live kind of a fast pace life so whenever you gotta be somewhere you kinda fly out the door with ur feet shoved into ur shoes with the backs down and yuta will silently come behind you and remind you to slow down and will bend down and personally make sure they’re on properly so you don’t trip and die

It annoys him sometimes bc you should be taking better care of yourself and he’s not always going to be there to look after you and that worries him!!!

To allow him to sleep a little better at night, he bought you slide on shoes that you can easily shove on and fly out the door so he won’t have a heart attack at the thought of you falling down some stairs due to the hastiness of which you put your sneakers on improperly

And he’s also the one who is like “hey its been a couple of months so i bought you a new toothbrush bc dental hygiene is important” and you’re like “okay nice i just bought some new toothpaste on sale the other day, it’s minty so i think you’ll like it”

And this is how you two co-exist in ur shitty lil apartment

Yuta is also into soccer so you always make sure to go and support him at his games! Even if they’re just practices or whatnot, you’ll always be on the bleachers cheering for him!

Which yuta LOVES because he’ll point you out to his teammates and be like “thats my best friend, ugly, right?” and they’ll just laugh bc of his teasing and they can tell you two really get along

And yuta is uwu x100 at this

Anyways yuta likes to show off and do fancy tricks like sliding on the grass to get the ball and he’s all dirty when you get back to ur apartment together and you wont let him touch anything bc that means more cleaning which neither of u have the energy for

So you’ll basically make him take VERY large and wide steps towards the bathroom so he can shower and leave minimal dirt behind as he does so

And then he’ll come out of the shower with wet hair and clean up the tracks he left with a paper towel but he’ll go in circles for a good 30 seconds wiping up dirt and then water from his wet hair

And you’ll observe him and laugh for a bit before you’ll drape a fluffy towel over his head and he’ll pretend to be scared and ask who turned off the lights

To which you nudge him and call him a dork, but when he takes the towel off and get to look at his face, you tell him he did a great job at the game and his eyes will change from playful teasing to filled with genuine love in .5 seconds and he’ll instantly wrap you in his arms

And you’ll find warmth in his embrace and wonder why he smells so good and then you’ll realize he’s using your shampoo

You’re like okay well, sigh, whatever its okay bc hes cute i guess so we can share

And then yuta will pull away, give your head an affectionate pat and go work on a paper or something due for school

Which you both do a lot of late night paper writing sessions and so when he tells you he’s retreating to his room for the night you’ll go and cut up some fruit and gather some snacks he likes and bring them to him before he becomes too absorbed in schoolwork

And he does the same to you except he brings you a lot of water since its “important to stay hydrated~!” and will cover you in his favorite blanket bc he claims it “helps you write better papers”

And you arent allowed to refuse bc one time you tried to and yuta was like “okay well i guess i’ll be moving out then” and you’re like okay i know you’re joking but its hot in here i dont want to have a blanket on me

And yuta starts to dramatically pick things off of shelves until he’s saying things like “i’ll be out by morning since im not appreciated” and you’re rolling your eyes so hard you think they’ll go to the back of your head but its like okay fine thank you for your magic blanket houdini

Yuta just winks at you and does a theatrical bow before putting everything back and leaving you to write your magical paper

ANYWAYS thats what most nights are like, full of playful banter and fun talks

You also both THRIVE off the dollar store which is literally everything bc you two get so excited going in there!

They have everything so its like?? This place is my Second Home and i Love it Dearly

And yuta likes to buy candy there since its so cheap and one time when you were looking for a new broom, he wanders off and comes back with his hands behind his back and is like “guess what i found!!!”

And this is nothing new because yuta gets excited about the cutest things so you’re like “gum?”

And his smile gets all wide and bright like i KNOW you know the one im talking about, it’s literally kept me alive for the past 18 years

And he’ll bring his hands out and WOW ARE THOSE ERASERS THAT ARE SHAPED AS SMALL ORDINARY OBJECTS??

And you just want to CRY bc thats literally the sole being of your friendship in his HANDS!

Yuta is proud as heck and buys two matching ones for you two and they’re of paintbrushes in honor of the one he snatched in the third grade!

Which makes your heart so happy and content

But thats the effect yuta has on you! Someone who always manages to have you smiling and happy with life

But he does end up buying candy bc its basically your duty as a human to buy some expired candy from the local dollar store

And yuta really loves the flavor blue raspberry, esp if its sour and he finds a bag of sour jolly ranchers and goes nuts

And he picks out and religiously eats only the blue ones, a red one makes the cut here and there, but you’re like?? Yuta?? Can i atleast have ONE? And he rarely ever shares but its like okay whatever enjoy your cavities heathen

And you’ll clown the shit out of him bc his tongue is blue, his teeth are blue and the area around his mouth is blue and you cant just let that pass

And he’ll laugh when you try and come up with palpable things to call him, and when you’re both giggling uncontrollably, he’ll try to kiss your cheek bc he’s all sticky and he knows that would drive you mad

And its the same with his fingers bc theyre all blue and sticky too and he’ll hold your hand so hard that your fingers stick together and youre like yuta!!!! But you really secretly enjoy it

And then you’ll go home with bags full of god knows what and struggle to find places for everything but its okay bc the memories that come with the plastic bags and erasers from your childhood remind you why you love yuta as much as you do

Can you tell i love yuta yet or is this au too vague <3333

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journeysintowebcomics · 5 years

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Worm Liveblog #91

UPDATE 91: Getting Along

Last time it was revealed the leaders of the Protectorate are in cahoots with Cauldron. Things are shady behind scenes! So what’ll happen now? Will a new arc start? Let’s find out.

Arc 15, ‘Colony’. Hmmm...let’s see, what could this be about...Skitter intends to fight back against Coil, that’s what she said at the end of the interlude two updates ago. I’m having a hard time linking that to the word ‘colony’ in any manner. Perhaps this arc will be preparations for that?

Or it could be related to the people in her territory. That’s what Skitter is doing, she’s demolishing burnt buildings with Heckpuppy and her mutant dogs. It must be quite the spectacle, seeing a dog hurtle itself towards a building like a wrecking ball and tearing it apart in one go. Also, dangerous. Pretty surprising pieces of debris and other assorted objects don’t fly everywhere. The dog is having fun, Heckpuppy is proud, and Skitter is directing her group of henchmen – employees, I mean, to start cleaning up.

There were twenty-two adults and twenty kids.

Kids as in teenagers, I suppose. Otherwise I kind of doubt kids will be of any help to move pieces of wrecked building around. At least Skitter has the common sense not to let any of the teenagers from reaching the power tools available. There shall be no minors brandishing chainsaws as long as Skitter is here!

While Sierra is tasked with keeping an eye on the group, Skitter talks with Heckpuppy. She’s doing Skitter a favor by using her dogs as the demolition crew, all four of them. As reward, there’ll be food! This was a calculated move from Skitter, hoping this will help mend fences with Heckpuppy and making rekindle the budding friendship her betrayal ruined. Iiiii’m going to be pretty skeptical about that. Heckpuppy is the kind of person that’ll hold grudges for a very long time, I say. I don’t think a friendship is possible anymore.

I’d decided on something simple, as that seemed to work best with Bitch. I imagined that she hadn’t paid a lot of attention to stuff like food as she took hold of her territory. Odds were good that she’d asked Coil for a lot of easy food she could stuff in her pockets and eat on the go. She probably wouldn’t pay much attention to stuff like seasonings or variety in courses.

Sounds like her, yup. Besides, one of the few times Heckpuppy and Skitter were on good terms was during the lunch with Greek food, ages ago. Maybe this will make a favorable comparison to those...simpler times? When was anything simple and calm in this story? Worth a try, anyway.

On the way to the Skitter Headquarters, she thinks about her relationship with her teammate so far. It’s hard to describe as anything but rocky, eh?

Her perspective toward me had zig-zagged between a kind of hesitant acceptance and hostility. We’d met, she’d attacked me. We’d gone to the bank robbery, and she’d been open and excited, only to do a one-eighty and start shouting at me after misinterpreting something I said. Two steps forward, one step back. Until I’d left the group and then been outed as an undercover operative a short while later. That had been a good solid one-hundred steps back.

The thing with her is that it really is very easy to say something you shouldn’t. From what I have read so far, seems to me the best way to deal with her is keep a couple handy rules in mind:

1: When talking about dogs, never make statements you’re not 100% sure are true.

2: Don’t get too friendly. Don’t ask personal questions. Don’t touch dangerous topics. Don’t let it show you’re walking on eggshells when talking to her.

And even then that’s no guarantee she won’t get angry with you, really.

Recovering from that breach of trust had proven far more difficult than anything that came before. Not quite impossible, though; I’d apparently proved myself in the recent past, because Bitch was making an effort on her end. She was here earlier than I’d asked, for one thing, and she hadn’t murdered me when I asked for a hand with some things I couldn’t handle with my own power.

Somehow Skitter is getting in her good graces again, hm? And it was recent. Can’t imagine what it may have been. Perhaps it was her willingness to try to rescue Grue and how she said she’d do the same for any teammate, even Heckpuppy? That’s a possibility, I think. It’s not like there were other options in the recent past, I doubt it was Skitter’s role in getting rid of the miasma, and I doubt it was Skitter kissing her.

Good to know Heckpuppy is making an effort, though! Although I still doubt they’ll be friends, this should be a step towards being good teammates. That’s as good as this can get.

Being in silence during the walk towards the headquarters gives Skitter the time to think about how to talk with her. She doesn’t want to say anything that’ll ruin everything for a few days or weeks.

Hah! She calls it her lair! Okay, lair it’ll be.

Agreeing what to eat is easy, and while Heckpuppy takes her dog to shed its ton of flesh away from the lair – and not giving Mr. Wildbow a chance to give the usual description, thankfully – Skitter studies the lackeys that are here. There are two named Barker and Biter, who, from the sound of this, have powers of some sort.

Barker and Biter gave me something of a George and Lennie vibe, with the smaller guy as the brains of the outfit, the larger one as the big oaf.

I had to google that. According to what I found, they’re the main characters of the book Of Mice and Men, also there’s a movie adaptation.

Isn’t that the guy from CSI New York? I swear that’s the main character from CSI New York. Now every time I imagine Barker I’ll picture him as the main characters from CSI New York. Delightful!

Biter’s description comes first. I’m pretty sure he modelled his appearance according to his name. No way he didn’t, this is anything but subtle.

He stood over six feet in height with a severe underbite exaggerated by a metal bear-trap style band of metal around his lower jaw. His teeth, I saw, were filed into points. His costume featured spiked knuckle-dusters and a number of leather straps and belts over his clothes. Each length of leather was studded with sharp spikes.

So...it’ll be CSI NY and a walking spiky ball. It’s fortunate these two are likely to be very minor characters and therefore won’t appear often, because I won’t be able to take them seriously at all.

Barker was an inch or two shorter than me, his hair and beard cut short enough that there was more skin than hair showing. His eyes seemed overly large for his face, with heavy lids and folds around them that made him look older than he probably was. His ‘costume’ consisted of a black sleeveless t-shirt, jeans and tattooing around his mouth. I’d seen him in something more conventional when Coil had introduced him to us, but now the only sign of his parahuman nature was the faint smoke that curled out of his mouth. Just going by his lack of bulk and short stature, I thought I might be able to take him in a no-powers fist fight.

I’m not sure what his power is. Unlike Spiky Ball over there, CSI NY didn’t model his “costume” after his namesake. I suspect it may be some sort of smoke-spewing power? The other possibility that comes to mind is fire, but...I’m not really sure.

While Heckpuppy is away, the henchmen come out to play ask Skitter about how she gets along with their boss. To put it simply:

The girl with her arm in a sling spoke up, “She acts like she’s frustrated with us. And I think we’re frustrated with her.”

It’s going pretty much like anyone would expect. They’re not fond of their boss and I doubt she’s fond of them. The friction must be constant...and if it’s not solved anytime, I think some bad stuff could happen.

At first Skitter doesn’t want to answer because any beef with their boss should be talked with her. As if that’d lead anywhere, Skitter! They’d make her angry pretty much immediately. It takes almost no prodding to get Skitter to relent, so she gives a few tips that do sound basic.

“I can, but it’s going to sound pretty damn basic. Be honest, be absolutely clear in what you’re saying. Be obedient, but be assertive. Don’t let her walk all over you or she will walk all over you. At the same time, if you think there’s something worth arguing over, be prepared to fight tooth and nail for it, because you’ll be in a weaker position if you fight over it and lose. Respect her space and her things, and remember that she’s your boss above all else.”

In my opinion, assertiveness really is the best way to deal with her. The difficult part is being assertive without getting on her bad side. There’s this very faint line between those important distinctions, and it’d be so easy to accidentally cross it.

Apparently CSI NY also isn’t happy with the kind of job they’re getting. Cleaning after the dogs? Pah! And also she’s treating those without powers with...more respect? She’s cutting them more slack than to Spiky Ball or to him. I suppose it’s precisely because they don’t have powers, but I’m not sure what’s Heckpuppy’s train of thought here.

Ah, here is CSI NY’s power.

“Whore.”

The puff of smoke that accompanied the word detonated like a small thunder-clap, mere inches from my face. I flinched, but it hadn’t been intended to harm. Only to alarm.

His namesake does fit quite well. I wonder if that’s the extent of his power or if he can do something else with it.

As expected, Skitter isn’t amused by the rather crude demonstration. She doesn’t fly into a rage or anything – outwardly – she calmly strikes and uses her baton to hit him in the chin, push him to the wall, and then poured bugs into his mouth. Unpleasant for him, and even more when the capsaicin kicks in! CSI NY can only gag and he can’t even say anything while Skitter tells him doing that kind of thing to Heckpuppy would immediately put him on her bad side, maybe permanently.

“He has,” the boy with the scars on his face spoke.

It’s official, he’ll be cleaning her dogs’ crap forever.

Heckpuppy returns right after that, silently demanding explanations as to why one of her henchmen is currently choking on the floor with bugs on her face. Once the situation was made clear, it was Spiky Ball’s turn to explain what his power is.

“I make parts of myself bigger.” He pointed to his mouth, then to the fist with the spike-studded knuckle-duster. “Open wide, swing with bigger hands.”

It’s pretty risky to bite a parahuman, I say. That’d leave him vulnerable to attack and he’d be so close anything they do would hurt a lot. Hitting hard with his fists should be a better idea, supposing he’s agile enough to dodge and counter anything the opponent tries.

Those two wouldn’t be useful at all against the Slaughterhouse Nine because their powers would be largely useless or disadvantageous against them, so of course Heckpuppy left them behind. Now that the parahuman henchmen’s basic information was said, it’s time those without powers talk about themselves.

One of them is a veterinary student and she enjoys taking care of the dogs. Points on her boss’ good side, I’d say! And then she mentions she grew up with a couple greyhounds in an apartment. Heckpuppy is tense, and I’m pretty sure it’s because she disapproves how two dogs that need a lot of exercise were kept in an apartment instead of in an open space. Hm. Maybe Skitter should change topics.

She doesn’t change topics. Thankfully, the former vet student defuses the situation by arguing the dogs were happy and they were taking good care of them. I’m relieved this didn’t get worse. Nowadays she wants to get a dog – another greyhound, and she already has her eye set on a specific dog, one Heckpuppy has in her shelter. Of course, that is if Heckpuppy gives her permission to take the dog!

Grudgingly, Bitch said, “Rather they have a proper home than stay with me.”

I could see the girl’s eyes widen in surprise. “I didn’t- um. Thank you.”

Aw, nice! This is a step in the right direction—

“If I see him in some cage in a shelter after you’ve taken him home, I’m going to track you down and dismember you,” Bitch growled.

Neeeeeevermind. But it’s nothing out of character for Heckpuppy, of course she’d make a brutal threat when a dog’s wellbeing is on the line. The former vet student accepts it, admitting if that happens she’d deserve it. A step in the right direction! Take notes, CSI NY.

Now that the social intricacies of Heckpuppy with her henchmen have been dealt with, Skitter has to deal with the intricacies with her own employees. Like Charlotte, who is jumpy and nervous to an extent Skitter is worried about. I can imagine so many reasons why she’s spooked, really. Being in this story means your life is a constant whirlwind of tension, and Charlotte’s life has been pretty bad the last few weeks, and also Skitter’s demonstrations of strength and ruthlessness are scary. Nobody can blame her for being spooked.

No time to think about this, Tattletale is coming. Is it time to discuss the strategy on how to tackle the rather difficult task of toppling over your boss? The one with a power that gives him a chance to correct course and ensure everything goes like he wants? I can see this taking two or three arcs.

I took a second to compose myself, alone in the second floor of my lair. Dealing with people, the sensitive management of Bitch and her underlings, pretending confidence where I didn’t necessarily have it, and thinking of all the little details that would help me convey the image of someone confident and powerful… it was draining. It meant standing straighter, having the answers, thinking two steps ahead and using intimidation and fear to prevent any argument or insubordination like Barker’s little stunt. It meant retaliating in excess to any slight or disrespect.

Everyone would expect all that from any supervillain worth their salt, I’d say. Besides, you know what they say: fake it until you make it. It’s draining, but it’s better than...well...looking weak and letting people walk over you. People like Skitter, who are in charge of a territory, can’t afford to be a pushover. There’s a difference between being kind and being lily-livered.

At the same time, I faced a dilemma on the opposite end of things. I wanted to help people, and I wanted to build friendships with the others. With the way Bitch sort of mandated that I go the extra mile, it was hard to be nice to her without seeming weak to others.

I think it’s fine as long as Skitter makes clear you can’t walk over her like CSI NY tried to do. She has that covered, so...yeah, she’ll be fine.

Returning downstairs for a moment, Skitter calls Heckpuppy upstairs so she can take a look at the progress she’s making on the costumes for the team, including hers. It’s a jacket, made with spider silk and therefore it’s pretty resistant. I imagine it’ll also give her some protection from things like bites from dogs! Not that the dogs would ever dare to do such a thing to her, but yeah. What’s important is that it’s sturdy. It even has panels of armor.

There are leggings, there’s the jacket – Heckpuppy gives her approval, cutting Skitter short when she was explaining the perks of the jacket. I’m kind of amused by the thought of zippers in the armpits, leaving practicality aside. Sounds kind of outlandish, I don’t remember ever seeing anything like that before!

Next! The mask.

It was, as close as I’d been able to manage, a recreation of what her power did to her dogs in the form of a mask. Except I’d made it half human and half dog.

That actually sounds pretty cool, if hard to picture! It even sounds like the kind of thing that’d be up Heckpuppy’s alley. This should help repair the friendship even more. Golly, maybe it really will be possible!

“Looks like Brutus,” she said.

I’m pretty sure that’s a positive sign. Good! It was unintentional on Skitter’s part, but I doubt she’ll correct her about this.

Skitter tries to encourage her to say if there were any changes she wanted, Heckpuppy doesn’t say any. She cuts her off rather curtly.

Her refusal was so curt it gave me pause. I couldn’t tell if she was upset or happy.

She’s wearing it. That’s as good as it gets. If she was upset, she’d be throwing it to the other side of the room. I don’t think she’s happy, but I also don’t think she dislikes any of this.

Perhaps to try to ascertain if this is an attempt to get on her good side, Heckpuppy asks if she did this stuff for the other Undersiders too. Of course she did! This leads to Heckpuppy saying she told Skitter to leave her alone, and therefore the expected reaction was that Skitter wouldn’t do it.

“Why didn’t you listen when I told you to fuck off?”

Two ways I could interpret that question. “Don’t worry about it. Look, the hamburgers will be ready soon…” I trailed off.

Better to not risk making her angry, I guess. Trying to dodge this awkward moment, Skitter turns to go downstairs, and Heckpuppy asks what she wants in exchange for all this stuff she’s making. If it’s necessary to put a price to it then perhaps saying it’s a way of saying thanks for her demolition services could work?

“You’re trying to get some favor from me.”

Well, technically she already did, the demolishing buildings part. Skitter insists this is a gift and therefore there are no strings attached, Heckpuppy doesn’t believe it.

“I don’t get many gifts.”

I shrugged. What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn’t help but feel that if I were a little more socially adroit, I’d have had a snappy answer.

And I’m pretty sure a snappy answer would be the wrong thing to say. Skitter insists these are gifts and as the person receiving it she’s free to decide if she wants to wear it or not. She’ll wear it. Acceptance! Everything about this chapter so far has been about people getting along with Heckpuppy, and it’s going well so far! I like this.

When the rest of the Undersiders arrive, they’re also taken upstairs to take a look at their costumes. It’s nothing outstanding, in terms of interest. Skitter is doing a good job making the costumes, everyone is happy about them. Regent and Imp are getting bodysuits instead. Soon Skitter has a short to-do list.

There was more to do: belts, Imp’s scarf, Tattletale’s mask and Bitch’s shirt, not to mention finishing my new mask, and my plans for different masks for our various minions.

Sierra and Charlotte are relatively accommodating, what with being Skitter’s head minions, but I have a hard time believing they’d accept to wear a mask. I suppose the rank and file would be the ones getting them? Skitter is blaming herself for not being able to protect people, after all. She’d want to provide her employees with resistant clothing, at least. I’m sure in the near future she’ll make a hundred bodysuits of many sizes, for as many of her minions as she can.

Shatterbird is still being led around! Hah! She must be seething like crazy.

There’s a brief moment of retrospection about how much they have changed in a short span of time, and then comes the topic of discussion this arc may be all about: fighting Coil. Lisa and Brian already know it, kind of, now it’s time to tell the rest.

Turns out Coil already knows he’s losing the appeal he has over Brian. Brian already has plenty of money saved, and with the current state of the city he doesn’t really need much help to stand on his own two feet. I’m a bit iffy about this all because...wouldn’t the court want to know where the money came from? I hope Brian concocted a good story for that, with proof and stuff that’ll back it up.

It’s up to Alec and Rachel to decide if they’ll help or not. Does Alec like the status quo? What’ll happen if he says he does and therefore won’t cooperate?

“That’s fine,” Lisa said. “You’d be an asshole and a prick, but we’d work around you.”

That’s quite straightforward. In other words, he’d be isolated and wouldn’t know what they’re doing or how they’d do it. Other than that, it’d be business as normal, he would be alienated only in this particular matter, I think.

While Alec isn’t particularly enthused about any of this nor feels any moral objections about, you know, having led to Dinah’s kidnapping and subsequent situation as Coil’s oracle, he accepts to help because the world’s going to end in a couple years, so whatever! Nobody likes the flippant negativity.

“Why are you guys freaking out? Because I’m calling you out on your willful blindness? The world’s gonna end, and I’m okay with that. Therefore I’m saying I’ll go along with your plan, whatever it is. Why argue with me?”

Nobody can be surprised he’s behaving like this. They know pretty well by now Alec is...a sociopath, was it? The point is that this can’t be a surprise at all.

Now that they have Alec’s support, it’s Rachel’s turn. Will she help? She will! Because she’s very unsatisfied with Coil.

Smarmy bastard conned me. Promised me I’d be left alone if I joined the group. That hasn’t happened.

No kidding, she was saddled with a territory and with a lot of people she doesn’t like at all. Pretty much the opposite of being left alone. Of course Rachel would be unsatisfied. That means everyone is joining the plan! Whatever it’ll be! What’ll it be like, Skitter?

There’s nothing concrete. All she knows is that she wants to have her territory by the end of this, because it’ll help the people in it. Freeing Dinah is the target, defeating Coil the way to do it. As to how it’ll be done...well...who knows.

“We’ve got an awfully small window,” Lisa said. “One and a half weeks, roughly, before Dinah’s power is back online. Once that happens, Coil becomes a thousand times harder to take on.

He’s already hard to take on because of his power. If he gets Dinah back, she’ll be able to tell him he’ll be betrayed and he’ll take measures to avoid that. There’s only one option: defeat Coil in the span of one week, one week and half at most.

...

This is going to be tough, to say the least.

There’s the mayoral elections, the question of whether the city gets condemned-”

“What?” I cut in.

“It’s arguably more expensive to fix the problems here than it is to abandon the city entirely. Depends on what the consensus is from the President and all the other folks in charge.”

Ah, Tattletale found out. Coil also knows, and he’s waiting for their decision. If the city is condemned then he has no more use for Brockton Bay, he’ll take his operation somewhere else and he’ll abandon any liability. Skitter and Tattletale are included among those he won’t bring. Whoops! Looks like, despite Skitter’s best efforts, he’s not considering her indispensable at all. He’s not going to let go of Dinah in any way.

Also, guess this means Grue is valuable enough to take with him? He did offer Grue more money, after all.

Things are looking pretty difficult. If Coil ever has an inkling of what they’ll be trying to do, then they’re doomed. He’ll take any measures necessary to stop it. If the city gets condemned, then Coil will get moving quickly and they’ll have even less time, so...their hope would be either for the city to not be condemned or for the decision to take longer than a week? I think Legend was saying it was going to happen – like it was a certainty. I think, not sure about it.

Well, even if it’s not condemned, there are many other factors to consider.

“That’s the gist of it. Even I don’t know what he has planned for his endgame, here. It’s looking pretty ugly, to be honest.” Lisa counted off the points on her fingers. “The Chosen will be gunning for us, Coil’s got a small army of pretty excellent, well-equipped soldiers at his disposal, he’s got some pretty fucking heavy hitters with the Travelers, the heroes are going to be going into overdrive to establish some sort of control and last but not least, he’s Coil.”

All in all, it’ll be very difficult and nobody will have a fun time. But...somehow, after Leviathan and the Slaughterhouse Nine, Coil seems easier to me. I’m not saying Coil is an easy target! Of course he’s extremely difficult to fight against and the slightest mistake will topple their plans! But, you know, Coil isn’t a worldwide threat. It just isn’t going to be the same.

This doesn’t mean I’m not looking forward to this, though. I am! And it’ll be great, I’m sure of it. Can’t wait to read next chapter next time!

Next time: next update

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pepperoniwhirlwind · 5 years

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🌼~Honesty Hour~🌼 (pt. 2)

I was asked by @lovelynhiddenkittens to do 150 questions in the honesty hour tag quite a while ago, and only did a third of it. But no longer will this be the case! Midterms are mostly over (the two biggest ones are done at least) so I can focus on more fun things, like answering these questions! Here’s my answers to questions 51-100:

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Yes. I have a lot of internalized shame about my body type (petite and curvy) that whenever I see someone super tall or toned I just want to be them. Even if it’s only for a day. I don’t have these wishes so much anymore though. Alex and I have been dating for 5 months (on the 21st of this month) and he loves my body type. Thanks to him, I’m learning to love myself, and learning that I don’t have to be a model to be loved~ 💕

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My depression. I feel like it makes me a burden on everyone, and although it’s shaped who I am, has it really changed me for the better? Maybe I’m more understanding and empathetic because of it, but it’s also caused me an inordinate amount of pain, and unnecessary pain for my loved ones.

53. Favorite make-up brand?

I don’t wear make-up often enough for me to even have a clue.

54. Favorite store?

What I’m buying changes which store I prefer. If it’s food, I generally hit up Fry’s. If it’s home decor (Which Alex and I needed quite a bit of in recency, given that we just moved into an apartment together a few months ago) I shop at Target. If I need to buy shampoo, face wipes, deodorant, shaving cream, etc. I typically go to Wal-Mart. Does anyone really have just 1 store that they shop at? I know if I bought non-food items at Fry’s I’d go bankrupt. 😂

55. Favorite blog?

That’s a real tough one. I love all of my Tumblr friend’s blogs. @im-here-cause-im-not-all-there posts a lot of stuff I relate to, same for @theperksofneurodivergency, who always posts great content. Seriously, I could sit here for ages and list off all the people on Tumblr that I follow, but that would be ridiculous. Rest assured that if I follow you, it means I generally like what you post.

56. Favorite color?

I love darker colors on the cooler end of the color spectrum; mainly green, blue & purple. I even like pastel colors occasionally. Though that’s more likely when I’m being influenced by some of my alters who like lighter colors. Like Honey, who loves pastel colors, and all things sweet really. That’s why sunflowers are her favorite flower. She appreciates all the sunny and cheerful things in life. ☀️ In our inner world, she even has a garden that she tends to regularly, and grows (you guessed it) sunflowers, among other things.

57. Favorite food?

Oh look, another tough one. Hmm... It really depends what I’m in the mood for. But my boyfriend recently started taking me to Schlotzsky’s, which has a lot of really good sandwiches. Though, I’m always down for some Arby’s. I’m in a rut there, but I don’t care. Their roast beef classic and curly fries are to die for. 😋

58. Last thing you ate?

Speaking of Arby’s... 😆 I ate there for dinner last night in celebration of passing my proctored exam for my math class. It was worth 75% of my grade, and I wasn’t allowed to have anything (they even confiscated my bottle of water). It took 2 hours and was suuuper stressful. So my BF rewarded me with Arby’s when I passed~ 😄 This is just one of the many reasons why I love him~ 💖

59. First thing you ate this morning?

It’s the morning right now, and I haven’t eaten yet... 😅 Does the two sips of my boyfriend’s coffee count?... No?... Okay. *sighs* I should go eat now actually, so I can take my morning meds. Thanks for reminding me, Tumblr ask!

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

I got first place in a race once... then immediately quit the track team. 😂 Running just wasn’t for me. I’ve won blue ribbons for art (culinary and painting mostly) before at the 4-H Fair, but I don’t think I’ve ever been in a proper competition that I won. I recently participated in a Drag Show at my college, and even signed my performance (I know ASL, and I hoped it would make me stand out a bit against the competition), but I didn’t win. It was actually a really close call between all the participants, and the host/judge couldn’t decide who the audience cheered louder for, so the lady who’d set up this event had to come up and make the decision. I was one of the first people she decided should leave the stage. So, needless to say, I felt a little embarrassed and defeated afterwards.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

I never even had detention 😂 ; I was a goody two-shoes growing up. I was always the teacher’s pet, so no, I was never suspended or expelled.

62. Been arrested? For what?

⬆️ See the point I made above for your answer. ⬆️ I’d have to cease being a goody two-shoes first before being arrested is even a possibility, so no, my record is squeaky clean... we won’t speak of the songs I’ve illegally downloaded from YouTube though. >-> <-< Don’t tell the po-po about this, or else I’ll be forced to participate in court-ordered rehab for my music addiction. 😂

63. Ever been in love?

Yes~ 💘 I’m in love right now, with the most supportive and understanding man I’ve ever known~ I shouldn’t have to say who at this point, but I will. It’s my BF, Alex~ ❤️

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss.

Well, this was back when I lived in Indiana. I had a core group of friends, that all happened to be on the LGBT+ spectrum, so we were practically dripping in rainbow-y goodness. 🌈 Mich, essentially the leader of the group, is trans. While Levi is gay and Laci (she thought she was a lesbian originally, and identified as such for the time that I knew her; I don’t really have contact with any of them anymore) is bi. That just leaves Sasha, who is also bi, and she was my first kiss. Mich, Sasha, I, and others (Levi and Laci weren’t there though) all decided to play spin-the-bottle. Sasha was the first person I landed on, and I still remember her kiss. It was soft, like a cloud, and tasted like strawberries. 🍓 It was a wonderful first kiss, but I definitely prefer kissing Alex the most~ 😍

65. Are you hungry right now?

Well, considering I just ate a mini donut with my pills... yes, yes I am. 😂 ...Don’t you judge me either! Alex and I bought a bunch of mini donuts for our last D&D gaming sesh at Tyler’s, and there was still a bunch left over, so someone has to eat them, and I didn’t feel like making a proper breakfast. Plus, the one I ate is strawberry flavored, so how could I not eat it? If anyone turns down a strawberry donut, suspect immediately that they are a lizard-person.

66. Do you like your Tumblr friends more than your real friends?

What a savage question. No, I do not. I like all of my friends, equally, whether they’re online or offline. I only care if my friends are good people or not; and if they care and respect me as much as I do them. Whether they live nearby or not is of little importance to me. I base my friendships off of their character, their morals; not their place of residence.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Well, I don’t have a Twitter, and only really check my Facebook once in a blue moon. So... neither?... What, is that not an option? Fine... I choose Facebook... I guess.

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr.

69. Are you watching TV right now?

No, I’m currently typing this... I am listening to music though, of course. 😆

70. Names of your best friends?

Well, Tyler’s the only friend I have IRL that knows me, like, truly knows me. By that, I means she knows about my DID, among other diagnoses, as we’ve talked at length about both of our diagnoses before. Since she has Bipolar disorder, she gets what it’s like to have a “scary” mental illness; the ones that get characterized by media to always be violent and unhinged. She didn’t judge me or fear me, she only asked questions and tried to learn as much about my system as she could, which tells us that she truly cares and understands. I’ve told other people before, but they’re either no longer a part of my life, or were creeped out by my DID, and are choosing to forget that I ever told them in the first place. My Tumblr friends also know about my DID, given that I post about it and mention it in my blog bio, but there’s a certain level of anonymity on the internet that allows for me to be more open about it. Telling someone IRL? Now that’s terrifying. It takes a lot of trust, and given that I have had some bad reactions in the past, it makes it even more daunting.

71. Craving something? What?

Honestly? A vacuum. And a mop, while I’m at it. I’ve been cleaning for most of the morning, and those are the only cleaning supplies that I need and don’t have. I keep trying to talk Alex into buying them, but he’s not as bothered by dirty floors as I am. He even walks around barefoot on these filthy floors! IDK how! Even if I’m wearing socks it bothers me. I don’t like stepping on anything, and the only way I don’t feel what’s on the ground is if I’m wearing shoes. So... I basically never take off my shoes except for when I’m in bed. 😂

72. What color are your towels?

What a weird question. 😆 Before I moved in with Alex, I lived with my parents, and we didn’t have a standard color of towel. We had an assortment of colors from multiple old sets of towels, a lot of them raggedy, some of them bleached, most of them ancient. Then when I started living with Alex, we still have some towels of differing colors, but most of them are blue and soft~ ✨ The sheets and pillow cases are blue too, though a lighter shade.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Not anymore. I used to when I was younger though. When I was a kid my stuffed animals felt like my children. I would rotate which ones got to sleep with me each night, hug and kiss them all goodnight then tuck them in. If one of them fell out of my arms in the middle of the night, it would wake me up immediately. Not even a slow, groggy wake-up. It was like my motherly instinct was an alarm clock, so I would wake up instantly and be wide awake, frantically searching for the stuffed animal that fell out of my arms. I would then pick them up, dust them off and apologize, then snuggle them and drift off back to sleep. When I was a teenager, I mostly cuddled them when I was lonely and needed some companionship to fall asleep. Now that I snuggle and sleep with my boyfriend each night, I no longer sleep with my stuffed animals, but I still love them and keep them as decoration for my bed at my parent’s house, since I never really sleep there anymore. I nap there occasionally, but that’s about it.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Uhhh... I’ve never actually counted, but at least a tub full.

75. Favorite animal?

Elephants and foxes, equally~ 💖

76. What color is your underwear?

I’m wearing black panties at the moment. It’s satiny with lace, so it’s cute and comfy; the best of both worlds. 😉

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Definitely chocolate, 🍫 provided it’s not too rich.

78. Favorite ice cream flavor?

I’m obsessed with matcha green tea ice cream right now, OMG, it’s sooo good~ 😋 Same goes for the matcha green tea frappuccino at Starbucks. It’s the only drink there that I actually get. I’ve tried other beverages they have, and generally don’t like them, but the matcha green tea frap is too delicious for it’s own good.

79. What color shirt are you wearing?

I’m actually wearing a really comfy dress right now, that I slept in as a nightgown last night. 😆 It’s gray and has a lace band on each sleeve.

80. What color pants?

⬆️ Once again, reference my previous entry. ⬆️ I am pantless, given that I’m sporting a dress at the moment.

81. Favorite TV show?

Oh geez... another hard one. Let’s see... I’ll just put the name of the show I’m watching the most right now. That would have to be “Crazy Ex Girlfriend” on Netflix. Before that I watched the newest seasons of “BoJack Horseman” as well as “Orange Is the New Black”, but I’ve already finished those.

82. Favorite movie?

Honestly, I’ve been really obsessed with “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” recently. When I re-watched it as an adult, I noticed how much more serious that movie is compared to Disney’s other films. They cover some pretty dark subject matter, and do it well... *sighs* if only they’d nixed the addition of the gargoyles. They ruin every emotional or tense scene that they’re placed in, and make the lighter scenes just plain cringey. I know they wanted to make it suitable for kids, but I think Disney underestimates what kids can handle, especially considering they reference the darker scenes subtly enough so as to keep the movie’s G rating intact. Like what about the goat, Djali, that belongs to Esmeralda? The goat could have been the comic relief, but instead they brought in the talking gargoyles. They couldn’t even do something cool with the gargoyles, like make them a part of Quasi’s imagination. He’s been alone in a bell tower for his entire life, so it would make sense that he would begin talking to the statues and giving them personalities... but no... it’s shown at the end that the gargoyles can interact with and impact the real world, making them a part of it as well.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Well, considering I’ve only ever seen the first one, and didn’t even know there was a second one, I’m gonna have to go with “Mean Girls”.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

I’ve never seen “21 Jump Street”, so once again, “Mean Girls” takes the cake.

85. Favorite character from Mean Girls?

Oh, that’s hard, especially when they’re all such fun characters. Janis is pretty cool, so she’s up there, but Karen is probably my favorite. She’s such a simple, naive soul, you can’t help but love her.

86. Favorite character from Finding Nemo?

Dory, hands down. But I wanna give a special shout-out to Bubbles, the character from the fish tank that, (you guessed it) is obsessed with bubbles. 😆 He cracks me up every time.

87. First person you talked to today?

Alex. Considering we both wake up in the same bed, it would be nearly impossible for him not to be the one I talk to first thing in the morning.

88. Last person you talked to today?

Once again, Alex, given that it’s still early in the day and I haven’t seen anybody else yet.

89. Name a person you hate?

All of my abusers. Every. Single. One. They made me feel small, worthless, and unloved. So I hope each one of them feels that way for the rest of their miserable existences.

90. Name a person you love?

My boyfriend, Alex~ He’s my world, my hopes and dreams, and everything I aspire to be~ 💖

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

No. I want to punch all of my abusers in the balls. With a baseball bat. Repeatedly, until they’re infertile.

92. In a fight with someone?

No.

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

Only one. I want to buy more, but that requires that I have money, which I don’t.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

I have my Nirvana sweatshirt, my “Nightmare Before Christmas” sweatshirt, and two hoodies with my college logo on them. One’s gray and the other is red.

95. Last movie you watched?

“The Hunchback of Notre Dame”.

96. Favorite actress?

I have no idea. So I’m gonna go find a list of the top 100 actresses and go from there. *some time passes* So, I found an actress I actually know, and that’s Krysten Ritter, who played Jessica Jones on Netflix’s hit series named (you guessed it again! Wow, you’re really good at this.) “Jessica Jones”.

97. Favorite actor?

That’s a tie between Robin Williams (I really miss him... He was such a vibrant and energetic actor, who also knew how to portray more serious, and heart-felt scenes. He was a skilled actor and a good man. May he rest in peace.) and Tom Hanks. I like quite a few films starring those actors.

98. Do you tan a lot?

Never.

99. Have any pets?

No... 😭 RIP Batman and Robin (my previous pet hermit crabs).

100. How are you feeling?

Productive! I practically cleaned the whole apartment in like 2 hours this morning, and just finished another third of this ask! I’m on a roll, and intend to do homework in a minute. For now though, I’d like to thank everyone who read through to the end, as well as thank @lovelynhiddenkittens for sending the ask in the first place! Sorry it’s taking so much time to finish it, but I’m over halfway done now! Whoo~! 🎉 *sets off a confetti popper and basks in the confetti shower* Anyways, take care everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic rest of your day (or night, wherever you are, just have a wonderful time!) See ya ‘round the bend~! 👋

*grabs a broom and begins sweeping up the confetti, muttering to myself* Why do I do this? Every time, I know I’m gonna have to clean it, but I do it anyway...

#honesty hour #asks #tony

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juniper-rose-blower · 5 years

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Character Sheet: The Botanist

((It’s been quite some time since I updated Juniper’s character sheet, so here’s a freshened version for everyone. She even has had major growth in her moral alignment, which is always cool to see!

The following is a combination of the Character profile sheet, the About the Muse prompt, two Moral Alignment tests, the Self-Knowledge test, the Archetype test, and the Flower Personality test [I’ve included links to each one, if anyone wants to try them out; they’re creepy accurate!].))

NAME: Juniper Rose Blower

(( Art above done by the wonderful @rookuthelock - who you should definitely check out if you have not already! - show’s June in her two best elements: being an herbalist, and moving about in her travel form. ))

FACE CLAIM: Amanda Seyfried NICKNAME: June, Rose CODENAME: ‘Lark’ AGE: 21 HEIGHT: 5′6″ SPECIES: Human GENDER: Female BIRTHDAY: March 17 SUN SIGN: Pisces RESIDENCE: SKILLS: botanist, alchemist, healer DRINK: Gilnean Ambrosia FOOD: Meat Pie (usually beef or venison) DAY OR NIGHT: Day SNACKS: Pandaren Peach cobbler SONGS: Assassin’s Theme composed by Lorne Balfe [click link to listen] PET: none COLOR: earthy tones - brown or green FLOWER: Azsunian Aethril lilies EYE COLOR: Pale Gray HAIR COLOR: Light Sunshine / Platinum Blonde BODY TYPE: slender, swimmer’s build, modest curves BODY CLAIM: Candice Swanepoel

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral / Lawful Evil You’re motivated by tradition; you strongly believe in law and order, but you also recognize possible exploits for your own gain in the system. You put a good deal of faith in process, and you’ll follow orders without questioning them, as long as it doesn’t cause you to act immorally in your own mind. While you have the ability to feel empathy for others, you don’t always care about the rights of anyone other than yourself, and you’re not above throwing others under the bus to get what you want, whether that be to protect someone you care for or to simply better your own position.

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. She is devoted to helping others. She works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

[ SOCIETY ]

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty. ✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. ✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure. ✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying ✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet.

[ FAMILY ]

◐ Marital status : married - happily / unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed ◒ Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children. ◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / Has cousins and is close to them ◔ Filtration : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents mother

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

[ BELIEFS ]

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual. ❥ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable. ♥ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable. ❣ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious. ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all. ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

[ HABITS ]

[ MOST NOTABLE PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathize. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

RATIONALITY

INDEPENDENCE

Your archetype is the doppelganger.

Traits: manipulative, self deprecating, intelligent, knowledgeable, ambiguous, caring

FLOWER PERSONALITY Juniper is:

Fennel

Fennel is soothing and supportive, helping to ease digestive upset. For feelings of fullness and bloating, fennel is the friend to call on to help.

Nettle

Peppermint

#Juniper Rose #The Botanist #character sheet #updated

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