#Fun fact: she was a CIT

[beemisangry]

She was a CIT, you know?

#tdi #total drama fanart #total drama island #total drama #tdi courtney #total drama courtney #Fun fact: she was a CIT #just thought i'd share #art #copic art #im bad at this #The art is good if you ignore my mistakes 😭

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B3R1: The Flesh

The Dismemberment Song:

“It has everything, the casual treatment of people’s bodies as objects for a goal, trying to almost sound sweet while chopping someone to bits, the fact that what will be left is unrecognizable, the turning the knife on someone else as opposed to yourself. It’s just very flesh.”

Meat:

“Oh god this one is awful. A perfectly graphical description of a flesh domain. I don't think I'm gonna have a burger for a few days that's for sure.”

Mod note: they're not kidding this one is graphic. If you struggle with flesh stuff, especially in regards to episodes like the meat packing plant etc, I reccomend giving this one a skip.

Lyrics below the line!

The Dismemberment Song:

Hold still, my sweet I'm trying to measure the space between Your molar and your jaw This caliper No cause for fear, no, it, it doesn't hurt It only helps me measure How much skin you have Oh, and the topmost layer of fat But I won't make an incision 'Til you're nice and numb Oh, and laughing gas can be so much fun Please don't doubt my decision This'll be, ooh, this'll be, aah This'll be absolutely, whee This'll be nice, this'll be neat And bring you closer to me So, don't you squirm, don't you fret I'm not gonna hurt you yet I just feel the need to be getting A little of you, a lot of blood-letting I know the sensation you're probably dreading But cutting you up will be so refreshing for me Refreshing for me, yeah No, don't you cry And don't call Miriam, she's my alibi Oh, let me check your toes out Aren't your toenails cute? And red is such a lovely color on you But you won't be needing those When you've got no knees Or shins, or pinky fingers, or arteries So, hold still while I remove them Oh, and don't fight back I think you'll find you're missing the point with that That's enough out of you And this'll be, ooh, this'll be, aah This'll be absolutely, whee This'll be nice, this'll be neat And bring you closer to me So, don't you squirm, don't you fret I'm not gonna hurt you yet I just feel the need to be getting A little of you, a lot of blood-letting I know the sensation you're probably dreading But cutting you up will be so refreshing for me, yeah Refreshing for me, yeah Well, once upon a time, that's where the plot begins And right after the end, well, that's where the plot thins, and I've got no angel to keep me in line So, I'm taking your narrative, and I'm making it mine 'Cause I'm all out of hurt, you've used up all I've got So, I'm chopping you up and still coming up squat If I wanted to bleed, I'd just roll up my sleeve And saw, and saw, and saw And saw, and saw, and saw And saw, and saw, and saw Oh, yeah This'll be, ooh, this'll be, aah This'll be absolutely, whee This'll be nice, this'll be neat And bring you closer to me So, don't you squirm, don't you fret I'm not gonna hurt you No, no, no, not yet I just feel the need to be getting A little of you, a lot of blood-letting I know the sensation you're probably dreading But there's one thing you're forgetting There's nothing like the thrill of a shredding And this is no orthodox beheading And cutting you up Cutting you up Cutting you up is gonna be so refreshing for me Refreshing for me, yeah Refreshing for me Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Meat:

Parasitic intergalactic savages Will land here in 2033 Heaven destroyed your planets before The star force came to feed I saw my brother devoured A river of blood when it tore off his head Of healthy organites, a system for harvesting human flesh Plug me into the feeding machine Ten in a pen pressed against me Cut out my tongue so that I can't scream There's meat, there's meat on me Antibiotics keep me alive Now that everyone I love has died Hang me up and strip me clean There's meat, there's meat on me You've heard stories about the free ones The few who escape the alien's grip Living underground in star cities In the deep and dark they resist But I don't know if I believe it When they caught me there weren't many left They only force us to breed in here I just hope they kill me quick Plug me into the feeding machine Ten in a pen pressed against me Cut out my tongue so that I can't scream There's meat, there's meat on me Antibiotics keep me alive Now that everyone I love has died Hang me up and strip me clean There's meat, there's meat on me In light of the sick to maximize efficiency Approach the back into our feed for optimal delivery Right here in the slaughterhouse screams Around the killing floor And I hope to chase my adrenaline Soak up my pus-filled sores Plug me into the feeding machine Ten in a pen pressed against me Cut out my tongue so that I can't scream There's meat, there's meat on me Wrap me up in cellophane Labeled "organic", label me grade A My tendon is cut between your teeth There's meat, there's meat on me There's meat, there's meat on me There's meat, there's meat on me There's meat, there's meat on me There's meat, there's meat on me

#the magnus archives #tma #poll #the flesh #blue kid #poppy #Youtube

[jihyoruri]

fun dact i pulled 5 people in my life

1 onrof them was the one who cit the heart and another was some girl who liked me and even confessed idk why she liked me idk how the hell im pulling cus i thought no one had a crusb on me and anoyher one was a boy who wanted me to kiss him and i was just like '🧍‍♀️' and the 4th one was some person i used to play a game with and idk them irl they just confessed to me out of nowhere and i dont remember the 5th i js remember a 5th pedson and the fact rhat 5 psople had a crush on me was honestly ao crazy

-🥊

having five people like you is lowkey an accomplishment

#🥊anon

[iciatheguardess]

Elsie fun fact

when I do character dialogue with more than one color, I have a base color and a highlight color.

with Aoki, for example, I do this:

“I don’t get it”

“I don’t get it”

“I don’t get it”

And I usually try to highlight the important bits of a sentence/paragraph. And sometimes I’ll try to be a bit fun/cool with it, like I don’t…usually highlight randomly

so, for example:

“I don’t know how to feel about that.”

I highlight the part where he plainly says he doesn’t know how to feel because that’s what’s going on here and the gist of his emotions

Yelena is very difficult to do this with, hers are more constantly random, seeing as she has three colors to balance. But often you’ll see me using the green/final highlight to highlight an important word/fragment, like Aleksander’s name or a command.

“That’s Mix’s job.”

“That’s Mix’s job.”

“That’s Mix’s job.”

secondary fun fact, Dusk’s highlights were in blue, but ever since the Dawn plotline, they’ve been purple. Her color scheme is meant to be more blue-indigo with heavy accents of purple and highlights of black and silver-white than it is purple and black and some blue lol

Ooooooo interesting

Yeah I've been kinda trying to do that just with single words for Cit, like any word she emphasizes or the subject of her sentence or something like that

#iceanswers #modstar

[lionheartslowstart]

Kaitlyn

When I was fifteen, I was a CIT at a camp I really loved. I had never gone there as a kid, but I had stumbled upon them while looking for a summer gig and I fell in love with the place. I was excited to be a counselor because I loved young kids, so it was little disappointing when I learned I was being placed with fourth graders. But I did end up bonding with a few of the kids in the group so it was okay. Besides, as a CIT, no one really asked anything of me or expected anything from me, so I was mostly just playing with the campers day in and day out with no real responsibilities. All in all, a pretty solid summer job.

This was an inclusive camp, so there were quite a few “disabled” children who attended. One of them was in our group. Her name was Kaitlyn. She was ten, a little older than the other girls who were mostly nine, and she was “severely” autistic. Her case was so “severe” in fact, that she needed a special caretaker from home to accompany her every day, as opposed to one of the “shadow counselors” the camp provided. The caretaker’s name was Dawn, and I learned that Dawn had been with Kaitlyn since birth.

Now, I’m not sure how “severe” Kaitlyn’s autism would be considered by today’s standards. But she was considered developmentally disabled, and was almost completely non-verbal. It was explained to me that she could sometimes speak in one syllable words, but that it was extremely difficult for her, so she just used sign language instead, and Dawn would translate for her. I found a lot of this out because, like I said, not much was really asked of me, so I had several opportunities to ask Dawn questions. After all, I was a curious kid, and I wanted to get to know everyone in the group, kids and counselors alike.

One day, pretty early on in the session, the girls were at dance, learning some cute little choreography. Meanwhile, Kaitlyn was on the floor, screaming. I’m talking like, full blown tantrum, banging her fists on the floor, shrieking bloody murder. The other girls kept glancing over with concerned looks, but the instructor and other counselors kept telling them that it was okay and to pay attention to the dance. I looked at Dawn, thinking surely she must be about to do something, but to my surprise, she was facing completely in the opposite direction, very conspicuously ignoring Kaitlyn. Needless to say, I was a bit surprised.

“Dawn...” I asked her, “I don’t want to tell you how to do your job or anything but, shouldn’t you do something?”

“Nope.”

Again I was shocked. “Why not??”

“Because she’s faking it. She just doesn’t want to dance, so she’s pretending to throw a tantrum to get out of it.”

Then Dawn turned to Kaitlyn, and with a teasing smirk said, “You hear that Kaitlyn? Sophie’s not gonna fall for your act! She knows you’re faking now too!”

And in that moment, Kaitlyn just stopped. A dead halt. She stopped screaming, got up off the floor, looked at Dawn, and started cracking up like the evil genius she was. Her laugh filled the room and it was beautiful. And in that moment, I knew this was a child I needed to get to know better. I was so struck by her uniqueness, her gumption, and her spunk.

From that day forward I spent every waking moment that I could with Kaitlyn and Dawn. I noticed that Katilyn was extremely brave. Things that frightened the other kids (and sometimes me as well) were trifles to her. For example, when we would sit for lunch, and a bee would fly over, all the girls and even the counselors would run screaming. But not Kaitlyn. She would just sit there enjoying her sandwich, swatting the bee away as it flew near, completely unbothered. I had somme interesting conversations with Kaitlyn (with Dawn translating, of course). We talked about what she liked, what she didn’t like, what would make the day’s activities more fun for her, what she liked to do at home, stuff like that. More often than not, we didn’t talk. But we didn’t need to, if that makes sense. We communicated differently, but somehow understood each other perfectly. When she laughed, it was so loud and full of joy. When we did talk, every thought was clever, and far more insightful than any "normal” girl her age. I was so fascinated by this child, and every single day, my love for her grew.

As the summer moved onward, Kaitlyn and I became closer. She would sit on my lap, and even hug me sometimes. When she did sit on my lap, she would often suck her thumb while holding my hair in the same hand, which, according to Dawn, was something Kaitlyn had only ever done with Dawn herself, and her own mother. Kaitlyn was my favorite camper, and I went out of my way to make sure I wasn’t needed anywhere else so I could go spend time with her and Dawn.

During the last week of the session, Dawn and Kaitlyn approached me, and Dawn told me Kaitlyn had something to show me. So I bent down and asked, “What is it Kaitlyn? What would you like to show me?”

And I will never forget watching that little girl concentrate harder than I’d ever seen as she formed each syllable.

“SO.........PHIE!”

I burst into tears and wrapped her in my arms. I could see how challenging that had been for her, and I never in a million years would have expected it. Dawn told me Kaitlyn had expressed wanting to learn to say my name several weeks ago and that they had been practicing since, and Kaitlyn was so excited to show me.

And then the summer ended. That was thirteen years ago. I don’t know where Kaitlyn or Dawn are. I don’t remember their last names, but I still think of them both often, and with fondness. I truly love that girl. She was like a little sister to me for those eight weeks. I’d like to think the feeling was mutual. I sincerely hope with all of my heart that her life is full of light and only good things, and that she has gotten to do everything she always wanted to do.

If you read my blog, you know that a few weeks ago, I was diagnosed with autism. And that got me wondering - was part of the reason I felt so bonded to Kaitlyn that I, myself, am autistic? That maybe that’s why we understood each other on such a deep level that surpassed words? I think it might be, but I can’t be sure.

Whatever the reason we bonded the way we did, I’ll love that girl for the rest of my life. I don’t know if she remembers me at all, or if I left any kind of impact on her life, but I know she changed mine.

#personal #autism #autistic #memory #memories #storytime

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Undercover.”

Wrote something for you all this morning. It’s a little more fun and fluffy than anything else, but it also forward the arc, so I hope you like it. Have a great day everyone 

Also we have a discord server now, and he link below should be permanent. Hope to see you there :)

https://discord.gg/cTY5SHx

“So you two are planning to…. What exactly? Pose as one of us to get information from these people.”

“That is kind of the general idea I guess.”

Sitting at the bar surrounded by  all the noise and lights their conversation went unheard the rest of the bar goers around them. 

The bartender and his small Finnari companion wandered off at intermittent times to serve drinks to other customers before wandering back.

The human leaned against the bar, “Look, if that is your plan, then you are going to need some help blending in.”

The commander raised an eyebrow, “Blending in, how so. She's a Drev I’m a human slap on some makeup and a little hair dye and no one will be the wiser.” 

The bartender just smiled and shook his head as if amused at the Commander’s ignorance, “no no no, that’s not how it works. You see there is an entire culture behind extrials, a lot of stuff we had to do before it became legal and a lot of stuff we still do now as a sort of memento of the hard times.”

The commander blinked, “Oh, really. I had no idea.”

“That’s alright. It’s not like we advertise it out to everyone, that’s the whole point of it being a secret. Look me and Vin’an get off in like fifteen minutes, and we can help you two out. Besides, the people who have been approaching everyone would never consider doing it here anyway. Most of these people aren’t rich enough, and the establishment is actually a legal one which means it is prone to inspections.” 

“Right, sounds fun.”

The commander turned in his seat and leaned back resting his elbows up on the bar. Sunny watched him from where she sat a seat over still nursing her drink, “You seem relaxed for someone who is preparing to spend the next couple of days in espionage.”

He grinned, “Ah but it is also the kind of espionage where I can go partying with my best friend, so I would consider it a little less working and a little more paid vacation.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re an idiot, you know that.”

“You love it.”

“Mmmmhmmm sure.”

Sunny finished her Drink and the commander closed his eyes seeming to soak up the atmosphere like some sort of strange sponge. Sunny would never understand that about him, of course she liked going out and doing things, but she couldn’t imagine being able to recharge around people. After a while she needed a break, but it looked like he was getting ready to fall contentedly asleep.

A knock on the bar behind them, and she turned to see the bar tender had been replaced by a different couple/

“You two ready to go.”

“Sure thing boss.” the commander turned to sunny, “Come on lets go be cultured and things.”

She just shook her head again but followed along with the group of them as they were motioned through the backdoor behind the bar and up a flight of stairs.

“You guys live here?” The commander wondered.

“A lot of us live in the same building. It makes it easier on all of us. less questions asked and a lot safer, we can pool our money for security equipment and what not. Strength in numbers as it were.”

“Right, makes sense.”

He shouldered open a door to the next apartment stepping into a room lined in UV lights over large potted plants. Everything else had a very modern futuristic looks with neon floor lights and minimalistic furniture, “Damn, bartending pays well.” The commander muttered under his breath, “And I’m still sleeping in a twin.”

“Make yourselves comfortable, go ahead and sit anywhere.”

Before Sunny would do anything the Commander had claimed a strange circular shaped chair that was hanging from the ceiling. It rocked back and forth, and he seemed to be enjoying himself, which was rather amusing to her. It was like trying to wrangle a puppy..

A moment later the bartender came to sit down with them, and the Commander was polite enough to stop his playing around and pay attention, which was a feat all in itself.

“Alright, so a little background for you guys, just general information that anyone in the community would know.” He cracked his knuckles, “The LFIL began as a result of one of the oxyclinics.”

“Oh hey! I worked at one of those after the war for a short time,”

The punk nodded, “Than you know, in those places you tend to get kind of intimate and close up with other aliens. Generally it was very rare and the humans kept everything professional. Generally it started with them having feelings for some people they met but never saying anything or mentioning it because at the time they thought it was wrong. Plus also it was seriously and very professionally wrong to go and do anything about it. However, there was one couple, a Drev and a human who became really good friends during the course of the treatment, and eventually wen the Drev left they kept in contact. Turns out that the human’s second job was as a cage fighter down on one of the local stations for money. They ended up running into each other there where the Drev saw them fight. That led to more time spent hanging out and you get the gist. Independently stories like that were happening all over. Finnari worked well with humans who wanted someone to protect, drev like fighters, and Tesraki were drawn by people’s good business sense and stayed for how loyal humans are. Eventually it spread from the oxy clinics.”

“Wow, I had no idea it began that way, though I guess it makes sense.”

The bartender smiled, “Yeah. I met Vin’an when looking for a place to stay. I had just moved here, and she was looking to hire a human to keep her safe in the big cit. Things progressed from there, so my story is a little less complicated than most, but I guess the one thing you need to know that relates to all extrials is that we are all, in some way very, very eccentric. If you are going to date an alien tan odds are you are going to stand out in other ways as well. At first, it was sort of just a coincidence of personality, but when we started to learn that there were others like us, we started doing it on purpose to let people subtly know who and what we were.”

“But plenty of humans are eccentric.” Sunny pointed out 

He turned to look at her, “Not so much off earth. They tend to be military or business types, so not a lot of eccentricities going on. Plus, for a while, we used tattoos to signal what we were, generally we would get the image of the alien that we were attracted to on the arm or other part of the body.  It was all in an effort to let each other know what we were and what we were willing to do.”

“And how did aliens react to that?”

“You know, I think there is this misconception that aliens are less prone to odd behaviors than humans and that it is humans that always initiate, but that isn’t true. I know plenty of couples where the non-human was the first one to approach. Of course, it is definitely more of a personality  based thing than any other type of relationship. You will find that there are very few extrials who are attracted to aliens outright in the way that normal people are. I mean yeah there are a few, obviously, but most of us had no idea until we met the perfect person. In fact, I've dated plenty of humans in my time, and it didn’t bother me. But that is how a lot of the progressions go, you start out as really good friends, and then it goes from there as you get to know each other.” he clapped his hands, “Anyway, first thing is first, we need to make you look like one of us, that means eccentric.”

From where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, sunny looked up, “He wears an eyepatch and a military grade cybernetic leg. I think he’s already eccentric enough to fit in.”

The other human laughed while the commander flipped her the bird.

“I mean that is kind of true, but we want you eccentric in a way where no one is going to recognize you. Sunny, I am going to have you go out with Vin’an and pick out some nail polish for your new color. She can help you get ready.”

***

Something the commander and Sunny thought was going to take an hour or two turned into an entire day. Sunny ended up stuck sitting on the roof with the little Finnari being painted a nailpolish color that was called ‘opal unicorn’ which was sort of silver white with sparkles in it. It was a very pretty color, kind of reminding her of her brother’s late partner, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed all the work it took to put the stuff on. It took almost three applications over her full body and A UV light source to harden the stuff.

Still though, she assumed it was much more intense than Adam, and when they returned to the apartment she was surprised to find that he wasn’t there. The two of them sat around for a while playing games and talking about random things until the door clicked open and two humans walked in.

At first Sunny thought The bartender had brought home another one of his other friends before her eyes zeroed in on the human’s face. The eye color was different now a bright blue, but she would know that sheepish expression anywhere.

“Ho-ly shit.” She said looking him up and down, “IS that really you in there.”

He flipped her the bird, “yeah, it’s me.”

The bartender was grinning from one side of his face to the other.

“You know I am pretty sure he went out and did this just to amuse himself.”

“I mean you do look pretty funny.”

“I am very much not a fan of getting a nailgun through my soft cartilage, lets get that straight.”

Sunny tilted her head “Oh so those aren’t clip ons.”

“No, no they are not clip ons.”

“Huh.”

“Told you, no one will recognize you.” The bartender said, grinning 

“Yeah no one will recognize me, I don’t even recognize myself. It seems to e a trend in my life lately, dying and cutting my hair.”

Sunny tilted her head the other way. His new look was primarily characterized by lightning blue hair shaved almost to the scalp on the sides and long on the top with some sort of magic holding it straight up in the air. Both of his ears were pierced including one that had piercings along both the top and bottom of the ear with a chain connecting the two.

The more she looked the more she wanted to laugh.

Somehow, he even had a stud in his upper chest around the base of the throat near the collarbones

“You laugh, I Kill You.”

“Don’t worry, I'll just incapacitate you with a large magnet.”

“Mother fucker.” 

She danced away laughing as he charged at her skipping out of the way as his heavy boots thudded over the ground.

“Hey, quiet down you’ll wake up my neighbors.” The man hissed as the two of them skidded to a stop.

“You look like a baby punk walked into a staple factory.” Sunny mocked 

“And you look like unicorn ji-”

“Keep it civil.”

He shut his mouth tight, “Alright, are we ready, finally?”

“Well, not exactly.”

He crossed his arms, “What do you mean not exactly.”

He smiled “well you aren’t going to convince anyone… unless.”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you actually look like a couple 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh, now go on hold her hand. She’s got enough of them to spare.”

Sunny looked at Adam, Adam looked at Sunny.

“Well go on its not like you’re suddenly going to become extrial if you hold hands.”

“That's not the-” Adam began

“Less talking more hand holding.”

Sunny shrugged and held out her upper left hand. Adam stared at it cleared his throat, reached out and paused.

“Come on, we haven’t got all night. Promise you aren’t suddenly going to be attracted to aliens.”

“I never said-”

“Go on.” 

He looked over at sunny again. She tilted her head at him, “Wow, making me feel really great here Adam, promise I don’t have germs.”

He ignored them, reached out and took her hand.

He was…. Very awkward. The palm of his hand was very sweaty, and he didn’ts seem to understand that the point of hand holding was to make contact with the person and not avoid touching them as much as possible.

The punk sighed and walked over, “have you ever held hands with anyone…. Ever?”

“No.”

“Oh hmm.”

He walked over grabbed them and readjusted, “Hold down here, and now get a bit closer, closer. Seriously dude what is your issue. You sort of just interlace the fingers like that.” He practically had to bodily move Adam right up next to sunny.

He was stiff as a board.”

“You aren’t very good at this.”

Adam had his mouth clamped shut.

“Honestly you can actually look like you like her. I know you guys are friends and friends hold hands all the time.”

Adam tugged at the collar of his jacket, “Is it hot in here?”

“Stop trying to change the subject.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really really bad with anything in this related field.”

“You’ve never had a girlfriend?’

“No.”

“Boyfriend.”

“No/ “One night stand.”

“No.”

His eyes were wide, “Wow, so you’re still.”

“Can we change the subject please.”

Off to his side he could feel sunny shaking. He looked over at her only to find that she was laughing silently behind his back.

“What’s so funny.”

“You, you’re funny. I have never met someone so adorably inept at interpersonal relationships.”

“This is a fake interpersonal relationship.”

“Just imagine how you would manage the real thing.” She continued to laugh and he frowned at her.

“Alright now why don’t we go out, get used to this outside head around and get to know the places. It’ll be a fun night.”

She pulled Adam closer, “Oh yes it will.”

He groaned.

***

The guy hadn’t been wrong. They went all over the city catching looks everywhere they went through their presence was greeted with great enthusiasm in almost every location. The commander kept his eye out for any suspicious activity though he didn't expect it to happen right away if at all. Him and sunny wouldn’t be likely to be approached seeing as they weren’t an established member of the community, but perhaps they could integrate well enough that they would notice when someone was approached.

Halfway through the n night the commander walked off to get drinks. 

Sunny sat looking around the room and occasionally talking with some of the other patrons. Adam returned a moment later sitting next to her and handing her a drink before sliding his hand back into place in hers.

She could see him from the corner of her eyes as he discreetly checked out the room.

The aperture of his fake eye was adjusting opening and closing as he used it to catalog and track every person within radius.

HE craned his head to the side leaning against her as he tried to get a look at some people on the other side of the room.

She put an arm around him turning her head to see behind them.

Light flashed and strobed as music played in the background.

At some point they were invited to dancing and then bar hopping with another group which they took in order to properly integrate themselves inward.

The night went by and sunny lost all track of location and time.

She thought she fell asleep at some point and woke up to find Adam dozing off at her shoulder.

She remembered even later in that crashing at someone else’s apparent on the floor of the living room which was strewn with almost a dozen other people.

Adam and Sunny ended up squished against the couch pressed up against each other to make room for everyone else.

She was so tired that it didn’t matter the noise.

And then they were up again on the town and back to the bars.

Adam was only growing more comfortable while she was beginning to lag. This lifestyle was not for her. She hadn’t been alone in hours. The constant noise and people were draining her life away.

At one point in the night they were sitting back on one of the couches talking. Adam stretched and put his arm over her shoulder turning his head and leaning in close. His breath was hot against her face, “Three o clock. I think I got something.” 

She turned her head forehead brushing against his. Giving him cover, “What do you see.”

He pretended to laugh and leaned closer, “I've seen these people three times. They never touch each other barely look at each other, and the have just invited one of these couples into a back room.”

“They could just be…. Offering favors.”

Adam rested his head on her shoulder, “I don’t think so. They aren’t acting right, they don’t look right, point is there is something about them that does not belong here. You know plus they are both tesraki, which is kind of a dead give away.”

She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, “OK yeah that is a bit suspicious.” 

“I'm going to try and get access to the GA database, hopefully our IT guy can give us a bit of help.”

Shr an a hand through his hair, “Want me to keep an eye on them.”

“Go ahead.” 

Another couple sat down across from them nearly blocking Sunny's view.

“I just have to say.” Their new neighbors commented learning closer, ‘You two are such a cute couple.”  Sunny did her best to be polite while being forced to crane her neck past their heads.

“Why thank you. How about you two though, where did you guys meet.” That should shut them up for a while

And she was right.

Adam squeezed her hand once, and then twice. 

She knew what that meant.

The two of them stood suddenly and Adam smiled, “Sorry guys, but I just got a  call in from work.  It was nice meeting you though, take care and have a good night.”

They were waved off with a smile.

Adam gripped her hand as together they walked through the club and towards the door where the Tesraki had disappeared.

Hopefully he knew what he was doing. 

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

The Wedding

Commission from @crazyfanatic97!!! This was a lot of fun!!!

Almost every little girl dreams of her perfect wedding. She dreams of the dress and her Prince Charming and the food. Marinette’s been dreaming of her perfect wedding since she was thirteen and met Adrien Agreste. Much of it had changed since she was a kid- no white horses or magical carriages. Instead, it was a wedding in a gorgeous venue. A large fountain was bubbling outside the venue in a garden where they would take their photos. 

 The Kwami she was responsible for as Guardian were all secretly in attendance in the rafters, with their little tables and chairs. Her friends and family were all in attendance, with her best friend’s mother and her own parents catering the event. 

 The best thing of all was that she hadn’t been wrong about her groom. Oh sure- there were some years she thought perhaps she’d be marrying a future rocker or a fencing star or her superhero partner. But instead, she was right on the money when she was thirteen years old. 

 Adrien Agreste. Her fiancé, her future husband. The light of her life. She was so happy to be with him.

 The only downside to the day was that her partner, her kitty, wouldn’t be in attendance due to a wedding of his own. It hurt, a little. But she tried to focus on her own happiness.

 “You look beautiful Marinette,” Alya told her as they fixed the tiara in her hair, most of her hair down her back and curly.

  Marinette was wearing her own design today, a beautiful white dress with a veil for her hair, off the shoulder straps that showed off her collarbone and neck. The top layer was white with the bottom two layers- one barely peeking out underneath the others- silver and sparkling enough to be beautiful and not tacky. Gold sparkled on her dress as well, making it shine all the more. She had no red or black in her design- to dangerous for anyone to possibly guess her identity. 

  “Thank you, Alya,” Marinette said, smiling at her friend- her maid of honour. And part of the Miraculous Team though no one really knew that. Marinette smiled to herself. The entire team was part of her wedding party and she couldn’t be happier.

 “We ready?” Marinette’s mother said, poking her head in. “Oh, baby…” Sabine wore a beautiful red cheongsam with gold designs. She looked so proud of her daughter as she strode forward to hug her. “You look beautiful.” Sabine sniffled and Marinette felt pinpricks of her own tears.

 “Oh mama, don’t cry! I’ll cry too!” Tom poked his head in and looked like he was about to burst out sobbing himself dressed in his grey tux. No black- it may have been a more western wedding but Marinette had wanted some homage to her heritage and had asked for everyone to avoid black given the fact it was bad luck at Chinese weddings. 

 Adrien, she knew, would wear a silver suit with gold highlights. His groomsmen and women would wear gold with red accents like her bridesmaids and bride’s dude. 

 It was perfect. Nothing could ruin this day.

 “AKUMA!”

 Or perhaps something could. 

 The doors slammed open and an Akuma stomped into the dressing room. The Akuma wore a classical wedding dress and had a long veil. Gold and black designs covered her and she snarled at Marinette.

 “I am Objector! And you, Dupain-Cheng- I object to!” It wasn’t hard to realize who it was given the hair.

 “Lila? Are you serious?!?” Marinette shouted in her anger as Objector used a ring on her finger to put her into a bubble.

 “I’m  Objector!!! And I OBJECT TO THIS WEDDING!” 

 Marinette felt she honestly shouldn’t be surprised. After the announcement of their endgame the there had been multiple instances of Akumas of Adrien’s fangirls. Lila hadn’t been one but she had basically harassed Adrien until he’d blocked her on social media and her number.

 Why shouldn’t there be an Akuma today? And why shouldn’t it be Lila? She had been exposed after college- everyone had started seeing holes in her stories. No one had really cared about her after that. Sure she had gotten in huge trouble with her actions towards Marinette but she’d faded more or less into the background. Would have fully if Gabriel hadn’t kept her on as a model. And even then after Adrien had threatened Gabriel to stop pairing them up together she rarely appeared at all. But she was still around, trying to get to Adrien.

 Marinette really couldn’t be to shocked. 

 “Let me go!” She snapped at Lila. The woman ignored her and instead went looking for Adrien. Marinette could hear her muttering about how their wedding would be better and how soon Marinette would be out of the way and…

 Marinette snuck a peak to her hair where Tikki hid. The Kwami looked as bored as she felt. The two rolled their eyes together. 

 “Hopefully Adrien is hiding well enough… and Alya tells them where I am. I’m so happy we bought the Akuma Package for this event.” Marinette grumbled as she waited for Chat to show up. She couldn’t transform now in the bubble. 

 Luckily she didn’t have to wait long- Chat showed up pretty fast. But it took a while until he could pop the bubble and she could run off and hide. 

 Running off and running back transformed, Marinette hopes it would be a short time to defeat Lila. No time limit or not, Kwami still needed food to be able to be transformed. 

 Of course, she didn’t get her wish. Not even on her wedding day. Lila had always been an annoying Akuma and this time was no different. It took hours to fight off the Akuma- and half of the cit was wrecked from her anger. In the end, they had to recruit a few random cops to give a hand and trap Lila. Destroying the ring and releasing the Akuma, a lot of energy went to fixing the city.

 “Why are you wearing a white dress?” Chat asked her, but Ladybug barely paid attention to the answer- crashing a wedding of course- and instead took off. She needed to get back to the revenue, she needed to get back there in time for the wedding.

 She ran upside a building, planning to take the rooftops to the revenue. However, it appeared that Karma was not on her side that day.

 She was halfway across the roof, her earrings beeping, when the transformation overtook her, leaving her in her wedding dress.

 “Oh no!” she groaned, covering her face as Tikki let loose a stream of curses that impressed the designer. “Is there any cookies around?” Marinette asked the Kwami who sighed. After Chloe’s reveal of Kwami everyone knew they recharged by eating certain foods. So sometimes civilians would leave things outside during fights. 

 “Too much of the city was damaged,” Tikki told Marinette who groaned even louder.

 “...Marinette?” asked a voice from behind and she turned to see Chat Noir standing behind her, staring at her in shock. Marinette felt her cheeks flush as Tikki eeped from beside her. Well… this was one way to tell her partner who she was. She didn’t care he knew now. That had been on her mind for a while- a reveal. She wanted Adrien to know to, so he wasn’t worried when she ran off or when she got busy with dealing with Akuma. She’d been lucky her career had taken off like a jet just by designing Jagged’s clothing and him recommending her. She had never had to get a job at a fashion house or anything. She had never worried about that part of her life. It had only been her romantic life she’d been worried about issues appearing because she would vanish on them. It was why some of her relationships failed. Adrien had been perfect but she knew it couldn’t last forever. Not after getting married.

 “Hey, Kitty… hey could you give me a lift?” she asked hopefully. Chat blinked but then laughed.

 “Of course m’lady.” something about the grin in his face made her eye him a bit warily. He swept her up. “I’m low too but I should be able to get to the revenue.” Marinette rattled off the address as he took off, jumping across rooftops, landing on a few fire escapes.

“My shoes!” Marinette said as they fell off over one jump. Chat immediately jumped down into the alley where they were. 

 Unluckily that was when the bad luck side of the Black Cat Miraculous acted up. One second Chat Noir was holding her, the next Adrien in his silver suit was. Both stared at each other for a long moment. Marinette burst out into laughter, covering her face while Adrien couldn’t help his own laughter. She leaned up and kissed him right on the mouth, Adrien sinking into it. 

 “We’re so ridiculous and blind.” she laughed. Adrien laughed as well. Marinette pulled off him as Tikki said she found the shoes… but one was broken.

 “Great.” She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Just great.”

 “You’re veil thing is ripped too.” Plagg voiced and Marinette groaned loudly, burying her face into Adrien’s shoulder. 

 “What street are we on?” Adrien asked. Tikki went to find it and Adrien let out a sigh of relief. “That’s about six blocks from one of father’s stores. We can walk there and call someone to come get us.”

 “You can put me down once we get to the sidewalk,” Marinette told him as he carried her out of the alley. “It’s pretty clean around here.”

 “You sure? I mean… it’s still gross. And you’re wearing stockings, those will get ruined.” Adrien said to Marinette who nodded.

 “They’re not that expensive stockings.” She told him. Adrien put her down in the street, while some people stared at the couple in wedding clothes.

 “Akuma was after us,” Marinette told them. They all nodded and moved on. The two began moving quickly down the street, Marinette already telling the stockings were getting ruined as they jogged. 

 “Lady! Your veil!” one woman called out, picking up the veil when it fell off Marinette’s head. Marinette took it from her with a smile, and continued her jog.

 A few times she got snagged on somethings and had to detangle the dress, knowing it was getting ripped and a little ruined. Luckily it was mostly in one piece when they made it to the store. Said store was right in front of a fountain with a ledge around it to sit, something Marinette took advantage of.

 “Go in and call. I want to see the damage to my dress.” Marinette told Adrien.

 “Of course. I’ll also see if I can’t charge any shoes to my account.” Adrien told her. Marinette nodded, and she began inspecting her dress. Not too bad- a little torn on the bottom layer but you couldn’t really see it. 

 Marinette was so busy inspecting the dress that she barely realized someone was running at her until she was knocked into the fountain.

 “YOU STUPID-” Marinette struggled, shoving whoever it was off of her, but the person got a good hold of her bodice and ripped it. Marinette shouted as the person managed to get a hold of her again, at least until people managed to separate them.

 “OF COURSE IT’S YOU!” Marinette yelled at Lila who glared at her hatefully.

 “I should be the one marrying him you stupid Asian-” Lila began blasting a list of Italian insults as Marinette tried to get out of the fountain but had to be helped by someone. Marinette looked down at her dress and wanted to start crying. It was ruined-  utterly ruined. The bodice was ripped, and it was soaked through. 

 “Marinette!” Adrien cried out, running from the store. With him are a few attendants, all staring in shock as Marinette gave up her fight and burst out into heavy sobs. “Excuse me, officer- I’d like to press charges,” Adrien said to an officer who had shown up, as Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette.

 “WHAT!?” Lila shrieked as Adrien gave her the coldest look he could. Which was fairly cold given he was Chat Noir and had faced off some pretty nasty Akuma. “But-”

 “No- I’ve been done with you for years. The only reason I never pressed charges is because my father felt it would look mad. Well now, I don’t give a damn.” Adrien snarled before he and the attendants pulled Marinette into the store. She was stripped of her dress, and a robe normally given to people who were in for a consult or professional tailoring was given to her. Marinette stared at what was left of her dress, completely miserable. It was ruined- all of it. Completely ruined.

What a day this wedding turned out to be.

-0-

 Nathalie strode into the store wanting to rip Gabriel’s head off. Of course, he decided that Akumatizing that Lila brat would be a good idea. He didn’t even care that she would go after his own son and his future daughter-in-law!!! He could just make a perfect wedding later when he wished for his wife back!

 Nathalie was planning on a few changes to his schedule to piss him off when she froze. Marinette was sitting in a robe, hair a mess and wet, staring at the beautiful dress she had made for her wedding. And it was ruined.

 “What happened?” Nathalie asked, moving quickly to her. 

 “Lila decided to attack us again,” Marinette said in a broken tone. “This time as herself.”

 “I’m getting a restraining order and we’re pressing charges,” Adrien told Nathalie. “I’m done with her no matter what father says!”

 “I agree,” Nathalie told him and she did. Lila was a loose cannon, selfish and entitled. She never agreed to anything Gabriel planned with her. “...Wait right here- no wait. Adrien, your bodyguard is outside. Go.” Nathalie shoved him out the door. “August! Make sure he doesn’t see anything else!”

 “August?” Marinette asked.

 “I believe Adrien still calls him the Gorilla,” Nathalie said to Marinette before she turned to one of the workers. “This is the bridal store, yes?”

 “Yes, Madam Sancoeur.” Said the woman. 

 “The red dress is here?” Nathalie asked and the woman nodded slowly. “Excellent- get it.”

 “But the red dress-” the woman began but Nathalie gave her most poisonous look towards the woman.

 “The red dress is perfect.” Nathalie snarled. “You- you have excellent hair and make-up. You’re helping.” she pointed at another worker. Marinette blinked, staring at Nathalie who gave a short nod.

 “We’re about to fix this mess.” And Nathalie was going to skin Gabriel she swore.

-0-

 Gabriel sat, waiting for the wedding to start. Perhaps he shouldn’t have Akumatized that Lila girl, but it was too good of an opportunity. And it would have been nice to have more say in the wedding. Ridiculous they didn’t pay his suggestions much attention. He had no problem with the nods to Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s heritage but the rest of it? Ridiculous. With the wish, he could have made the changes he wished and could have had Emilie with him.

 “They’re back!” some random old classmate of Adrien’s cried out. “Places!” Gabriel let out a sigh of relief as the music started- preformed by that rocker Jagged Stone and that was a good thing about this wedding, the clients his new daughter-in-law was bringing in thanks to her work. Nathalie came in from getting Adrien and his new wife to sit down next to him, looking cold. Still upset he saw. She’d get over it.

 Gabriel studied the clothing that the wedding party wore. No black, mostly red. The dresses and suits were beautiful, though he wished they hadn’t let that pink-haired girl wear a suit, and he wished instead of being in the groom’s party Mlles. Tsurugi and Bourgeois had been in the bride’s, and that blue-haired boy in the groom’s- perhaps with Felix and some model to make it even. 

 Gabriel turned to see the bride come in, eager to see her dress- he had enjoyed the sketches- only to freeze. Instead of the white, silver and gold dress, she wore a long red dress with red butterflies covering it. It had a halter neck with the halter being tied into a bow, the ends going down her bare back to her waist. She had no veil and instead wore a simple tiara with her hair up in a complicated updo.

 “That’s the dress I-” he began in a hissed tone, but Nathalie grabbed his wrist. 

 “Your little pet destroyed her dress,” his assistant snarled quietly, her voice full of venom that shocked Gabriel a little. “I had to get her a replacement, and this dress was the perfect one.” Gabriel scowled at her but had to nod. It was perfect for the girl, and fit the wedding colours. He just hated that his special design had been used without his permission.

 ...If Lila had attacked her after she was an Akuma, perhaps she was still- 

 A hand grabbed the Butterfly Miraculous from where he had it in his pocket and yanked it out. Nathalie glared at him with daggers in her eyes.

 “You can get this back after the honeymoon,” she growled at him, voice dangerous. “You’re not ruining anything else about their special day or time.” Gabriel scowled at his assistant but nodded his understanding. His gaze turned back to the wedding.

 At least it was a beautiful one.

#commission #miraculous ladybug #ml au #ml ficlet #adrinette #ladynoir

[toast-the-unknowing]

Been thinking about “there’s talk going ‘round this town” a lot and wondering what Adam and Ronan are up to in their 2nd marriage, hbu?

Haven’t checked in with them in a long time, let’s see what’s up:

They went looking for a third dog and they couldn’t pick between two different rescues so they adopted both of them. They both blame each other for the fact that they now have a ridiculous amount of dogs.

Ronan has become very popular counselor with the CITs at Adam’s foster camp; less so with the younger children, who don’t know who he is and are less than impressed with his arts and crafts abilities.

They’re wading through the bureaucracy of adopting -- getting divorced and remarried kind of put that plan on hold, go figure -- but the extra time is a bit of a relief because they have to find somewhere else to live, we don’t have enough room for all these dogs, let alone children -- yeah but kids love dogs, what’s the problem?

People keep asking them if they’re going to do another movie together. They usually say something about keeping their work and life separate. The truth is that Adam has a hard time stay in character around Ronan, and if he doesn’t break on his own Ronan usually starts screwing around trying to make him break.

Now that Adam has his Oscar Ronan has convinced him to take roles just because they look fun. This leads to Adam being in a huge fucking mess of a movie that becomes a bit of a cult classic. Ronan finds this hilarious. He makes Opal retweet every dumb meme and gif set from it on his official Twitter feed.

Henry is determined to make another movie with Ronan someday. He is undeterred by the fact that Ronan utterly refuses to work with him, and that his favorite assistant director Blue utterly refuses to work with Ronan. He single-handedly crafted the greatest marriage in modern Hollywood, what can't he do?

Ronan leases the snake house to Opal for a hundred bucks a month. She's converted most of it into an art gallery; the building isn't zoned for that, but then, it barely counts as an art gallery. Hours of operation are sporadic, lights are dim if they're on at all, and the entrance fee is whatever she feels like charging on a given day. It would have gone out of business ages ago, but she has no overhead costs, and it keeps ending on hipster lists for underground things to see in LA.

#not a fic #Anonymous

[foteina]

some random facts about stella's brother, because as you know canon can bite me and i do what i want:

they're twins. he was born eight minutes before her but stella's grandmother suggested to switch the births around so that stella could be the legit heir to the throne.

they have no psychic powers, there's no such thing as that. stella and kastor are literally like sun and moon, totally different--- still, sibling personality wise kastor is similar to radius and stella to celsius, enough said.

they used to be close, but as i already mentioned in another hc, radius and luna divorced when the kids were seven. stella stayed with radius as she had to keep up with her royal studies, while kastor decided to go live with luna and allan on earth. he'd come back during longer school breaks.

he's pretty much the only link left between stella and luna, and her new family by extention. kastor both his sisters equally and hates that they have little to none interaction due to his mother's behaviour towards stella in the past.

he's known to vaguely look like sky, and that might be because luna and samara are sisters, and for some reason their kids all look like carbon copies ( sky, kastor and soleil are all blond, fair skinned and blue eyed, stella is blonde, a little bit tanner and with golden eyes but still )

he's a bookworm and has read every single book in the solarian library ( y'know, that one that is bigger than the alexandrian library ) and he knows a fuckton of dead languages that he learns for fun. unlike stella he never had to wear glasses, which is funny considering that one could always find him with his nose stuffed in a book.

he was supposed to attend oskuria college but he was never interested in learning magic, which i guess was ultimately the reason why stella finally gave in to her grandmother's pleads and moved to finish her last three years at alfea.

he doesn't have any sense of fashion, which is a tragedy because stella and radius are known to be fashion icons while he had a bowl cut for like most of his life.

he's panromantic and asexual. his first crush was a book character. stella teased him for years about it but then he got her back when 16yo stella was suddenly very annoyed by the fact that brandon would flex his swords skills around other people that were not her. oh yes, a real tragedy - cit.

he and stella get out of the loop quite often because she's always travelling. at 19 he moved back to solaria to work as guardian librarian, and they started finding time to catch up. they play 20 questions like the absolute dork children they are.

he watched solaria crumble to the ground under countess cassandra's tyranny. during that time he was kicked out of the castle and forced to hide in his mother's home planet, callisto, secretly aiding solarians that were in danger while coming up with plans to get the castle and radius back. he was never under the influence of valtor's mark, so he had front row tickets to every single ugly thing happened in hos family because of the countess.

#☆ ─── ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ’s ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs. ( headcanon ) #☆ ─── ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ( kastor ) #( i love kastor he's a good boy )

[creativestalkerrs]

Sunflower University 🌻 Prologue 🌻

The Last Night They Saw Cit Clementine

Summary; How can one night change everyone’s life forever?

Warning; sexual themes, angst, violence, swearing, drinking

Word Count; 4.1k

A/N; Part one will be up on Monday or Tuesday! I’m having so much writing this series so far 

Most universities have frats and sorority's were they party almost every night and hook up with the hottest one there. Sunflower University is no exception. In this school of six thousand students, of trust fund babies, famous celebrities and genius children, there is one main fraternity and one main sorority. Arguably harder to get in then the school itself. The Sunflower House and The Phantom House. Every spirt week, on that Friday, the Phantom House will pull the biggest and most exclusive party on campus. You’d have to be a celebrity, know someone in the house or win a ‘golden ticket’ to go inside. Although the headcount on campus was low, they didn’t want just anyone walking in those doors. They wanted the best. Due to the nature of the fraternity, they wanted all the girls in the Sunflower House to come and bring all of their hottest friends along. That included the smartest girl in the house, Cit Clementine.

Cit Clementine was a journalist for the school’s newspaper. She studied psychology, longing the day to get a job as a psychologist. She wanted nothing more than to help others. A heart of gold and sharp as a tack. Cit wasn’t one to party but she wanted to interview some frat members that night. Everyone wondered why Cit was even a member of the Sunflower House. Cit wasn’t anyone special. The leader of the house, Sadie Nyland said she was hot and smart and that guys would want to bang someone pretty in both the chest and the mind. That’s why Sadie wanted her in the house. Cit never complained, the house was nice and she didn’t have to pay for extra for housing. It was clear that Sadie never genuinely liked Cit. Sadie never really liked anyone. Sadie was brought up with no financial struggles and lived a happy life with everything handed to her. She was even handed a spot at Sunflower University, as Cit worked the hardest she could for this opportunity.

It wasn’t all bad living in that house. It never was. Sadie let her good friend be one of the sisters, Iren La Vila. She was smart, but not like Cit was. She would make out with the football team in the library as she did her cheerleading at games. She was fun to be around and Cit and Iren were lucky enough to go to the same school and even the same sorority. The sorority house was big, but there wasn’t a lot of members, considering its exclusivity. Like how I mentioned before, celebrities went to this school. Not a whole bunch, but just enough for this school to make people wonder what goes on. The Sunflower House had two celebrities. Zendaya Coleman and Billie Elish. A random two for a sorority, but a fun duo. Zendaya enrolled and got in after she found out her good friend and co-worker, Tom Holland would be joining with his friend Harrison and his two brothers Harry and Sam, she thought it would be fun to have some college life under her belt with her best buds and it turns out that they got in the Phantom House. However, Harry Holland, Tom’s younger brother moved out of the house only 3 weeks being there and moved into a dorm so he could study. What a lad. Peaches Carhart, Sadie’s best friend use to have a thing for Harrison but broke it off. Peaches were Sadie’s pet, her messager. If Sadie didn’t want to threaten someone or didn’t feel like asking someone to fuck off, Peaches would do it for her. It was no secret that Peaches was gullible. It was sad because, underneath the perfectly molded silicone, there once was a good heart that turned rotten and she is extremely intelligent as well, but throw it all away when Sadie told her she could get anyone she wanted, including Harrison Osterfeld. Venus Carlberg said she was cursed and it wasn’t one she set herself. Venus was an odd one, popular and pretty and slept with almost everyone in the Phanton House, but she was too odd for her own good. Sadie and Peaches swear she was a witch that got involved with black magic and voodoo, but they never asked nor cared just in case if it was facts. How could someone have such a good stream of luck anyways?

Due to the nature of the sorority, all the girls in that house got ready to get hammered, get laid and have a great damn time. Cit never bothered with spirt weeks, but she wanted to go to interview some of the frat guys for a project her professor, Dr. Jake Gyllenhaal assigned just a week before. Cit believed that this was a perfect opportunity to get the information she needed. Ask the questions, write the article. Cit winged out her eyeliner, pushed up her chest and tied up her converse. She was the 2nd person to be done as she waited around for all the princesses to look good. She knew their makeup would melt off before they got a chance to sleep with Tom Holland and or Dean White, the leader of the frat. 

She went downstairs to get a drink of water to see Zendaya sitting on the barstool, on her phone. Cit and Zendaya had this friendship. Zendaya was beautiful and sweet and not like everyone in this house. She was honestly the most real of them all, even more, real then Cit. Cit filled up her glass as she chugged the water down, Zendaya looking up and smiling. Cit put down the glass and sat next to Z.

“Spirit week is always the stupidest week that this university has to offer,” Cit complained, leaning her head on Z’s shoulder. Z began to pat her head, still scrolling down her dash.

“I know… but there will be free booze and Tom and the boys will be there so it won’t be that bad,” Z smiled looking at the positive side of this party.

“I need to interview Tom for my class. I’m planning on getting Mr. G’s project done this weekend so I can enjoy myself this week. Iren and I are going to go to Grece for vacation. Her family got a house there and it’s much needed,” Cit smiled as looked at what Z was doing. 

“You deserve a vacation and spring break is just around the corner… Filming all of those Spider-Man movies and school is too much. But hey, it’s fun,” Zendaya smiled, getting up from the barstool to get a glass of water.

The clinking of heels coming to the kitchen came closer. Cit looked up to see Sadia head to toe in designer. Her dress was tight and her chest was almost spilling out of it. Cit couldn’t deny that Sadie looked hot, but she still didn’t understand why she would wear all designer to a frat party. The room would be dimly lit and no one would see what bran underwear she was wearing and all those dumb frat guys would probably spill red wine all over her. “Everyone is in the car, come on sluts,” Sadie scoffed as Z finished her refreshing drink of water as Cit nodded her head and laughed to herself. Sadie turned on her heel and left, phone in hand as she was texting one of the guys that they were on their way. 

“Don’t want to keep princess bitch ass waiting,” Zendaya laughed as they both laughed and walked out of the kitchen and to the car. Cit still didn’t understand why they could have walked. It was only three blocks from their house. 

As all the girls talked, or lack of talking, Cit felt a bit dizzy. She looked down and try not to speak. “What’s wrong with you?” Peaches asked, with concern yet arrogance. Cit took a deep breathe in and smiled.

“I just feel a bit dizzy… I’ll be fine,” Cit smiled.

“You better be fine, Clit. If you fucking ruin this for me, you’ll be out of the house in only a matter of minutes. Remember, you represent me. All of you represent me. If you look bad, I look bad and I don’t want Tom and Dean to think I look bad,” Sadie barked. Sadie was more of an arrogant asshole when she’s stressed. Especially when its spirit week.

“Hey calm down, Sadie!” Iren barked back. “No need to take out your stress of Cit... “ Iren throw her arm on Cit, rubbing her back.

“Ah, whatever… sorry, I guess,” Sadie rolled her eyes as she pulled out her phone. 

“Why do you want to look good for Tom or Dean anyways?” Z asked.

“Dean is the leader. Two leaders need to look good, if he doesn’t think I look good, he can ruin me and all of you. We’re rivals, yet we need each other to even everything out. And with Tom, he’s mine. Have you seen us?” Sadie grind.

“Tom isn’t anyone's. What makes you think he wants you?” Venus asked as Z rolled her eyes at Sadie, knowing her friend would never date someone as bitchy as Sadie Nyland.

“Just look at me. I’m hot,” Sadie smiled and winked.

“Do you think that’s a bit degrading? Do you want to be more than a piece of meat for guys to droll over? I mean don’t get me wrong Sadie, you are hot, but you can also be witty and funny. I think guys would like that too,” Cit explained, trying her best to not tell her off.

“Witty and funny won’t get you anywhere. I’m a leader and I have to use everything to be on top… Thank god we’re here. All this chat is starting to make me dizzy too,” Sadie rolled her eyes as everyone began to exit the vehicle. Cit being the last one out. Iren helped Cit, walking her in to make sure she would be fine. Cit walked in the house, music blasting. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Iren asked at the front door.

“Yea… I’ll be fine. I’ll find you if I’m not. Enjoy yourself,” Cit smiled giving Iren a hug.

“Are you double sure?” Iren asked.

“I’m double sure. I’m going to find some of the frat guys to interview them. I don’t think I’ll be drinking much,” Cit smiled as she grabbed her note pad out of her bag. She looked around the crowd of people to find any member of the frat. It didn’t take long for Sadie to grind up on Dean White or Peaches to flirt and or fight with Harrison. Cit sighed and went to the kitchen to get herself some beer. 

Pouring herself a cup in a red solo cup, she became a wallflower, writing what she saw from the sidelines. She still felt dizzy but it didn’t bother her too much. Cit just though if she survived one hour of this bullshit and got what she needed, then she can leave without Sadie noticing or caring. 

“Why are you not dancing?” One member of the frat asked. It was Sam. Cit smiled as she took a drink.

“I feel a bit dizzy. I’ll dance a little later… Hey, you’re a member of this frat. Can I ask you a few questions? It’s for my journalist class,” Cit smiled.

“Yea, shoot,” Sam smiled back. Sam wasn’t like his brother Tom, although he still was kinder to others, he did hang out a lot with Dean and Dylan, but he got the common sense from Tom and Harry. “What is your project exactly?” Sam questioned taking a swig of his drink.

“My teacher wanted us to ask 5 questions about current events and see how 5 different people respond. You’d be my last person to interview,” Cit bit her lip as she put down her cup and flipped to a new page in her note pad. 

“Sounds boring, but interesting… wait I think my brother has that class. You know Harry?” Sam asked.

“Yea he sits in front of me. He’s a film major, right? Always see him with a camera,” Cit asked.

“Yep… he’s a good director. Anyways, ask away and I’ll take you to dance,” Sam winked. Cit nodded, unsure of how to respond. 

“How do you get your news?” Cit asked, leaning against the wall. She felt even dizzier than before but shook it off as she sat up straight.

“Usually Twitter… I try not to get political. I want to fix that but,” Sam said taking a drink of his beer. Cit wrote down his answer as she put her hand on her head. “You okay? You look kind of pale,” Sam noticed.

“I’m fine, just dizzy… Ah… What’s your major?” Cit asked.

“Unsure how it connects but whatever… I’m studying for Business management, something interesting. I hope to start a business of my own sometime in the future if being Tom Holland’s brother doesn’t work out,” Sam laughed making Cit chuckle.

“I like that… I never knew that about you, what does Tom study? Wait, I’ll ask him later. What do you think we need to do about climate change?” Cit asked.

“Reuse, reduce, recycle… Say, drop the questions and dance with me. You can finish up later,” Sam asked, pushing a piece of hair back from Cit’s face. Cit raised an eyebrow and leaned her body.

“Really Sam?” Cit asked with a smirk, crossing her arms.

“Cit… please. I had my eye on you all night and all the other nights. You just need to give me a chance,” Sam winked.

“Sam… please. I’m not into you. How many time do I have to say that? I’m sorry Sam, you’re cute and smart but Phantom House dudes are not my type. Say, if you whoa me, you can pick me up for drinks so time,” Cit smiled as she bopped his nose and walked the other way. Sam grabbed Cit’s hand.

“Cit… I’m sorry if I hurt you. I’m sorry if I was a dick. I know I’m not Tom or Harry, but myself,” Sam begged. Cit sighed.

“You never hurt me. We were never together. Now if you excuse me… I’m going to find someone who can finish up my assignment. Goodbye, Sam,” Cit rolled her eyes and walked away. Sam wanted to chase after her, but he knew she would never feel the same way that he felt. Maybe he needed to let go, but he didn’t quite yet.

Sam looked around to find Tom. Tom could be the only one to talk to Cit. He knew deep down Cit would listen to him. “Tom!” Sam yelled as he saw Tom grinding up against Sadie Nyland and Friday Adams, who dropped out of the Sunflower House months ago. “Tom,” Sam said as Tom looked up basically fucking Friday. Tom rolled his eyes to see Sam.

“What do you want, I’m kind of busy,” Tom said, clearly annoyed.

“I need your help. Please, it’s urgent,” Sam bagged. Tom pushed Friday off and pushed Sadie off, who was too drunk to realize she was being a bit gay with Friday.

“What is it?” Tom asked, pissed.

“Can you please talk to Cit for me? No matter what I say or do, she won’t give me a chance. I just want to dance with her. Maybe if you talked to her she’d listen,” Sam asked.

“Cit Clementine doesn’t fuck with Phantom dudes, you know that. But since I am Tom Holland and your brother, I’ll talk to her,” Tom smiled in his drunken state. 

Tom pushed passed Sam to try to find Cit. Cit was upstairs talking to Venus and Iren. “Mind if I steal your friend for a minute,” Tom asked.

“Tom if Sam sent you, I swear I’m going to kick his ass. I’m not interested in him!” Cit shouted Tom looked at Cit. “Tom… you know how our relationship is. I can’t be with him,” Cit softly spoke.

“I just don’t understand Cit. He would walk miles for you. I’m his older brother, I hate seeing him like this,” Tom wanted to know why Cit was rejecting Sam. There was more to it then not dating Phantom guys. Sam liked Cit for being her own person. She wasn’t fake. Tom would want to be with Cit too if Sam wasn’t so eager to get her. A big flaw when it came to Cit Clementine was she had a hard time listing. Yes, she listed well to her friends, family, and teachers, but when it came to Sam Holland or anyone who tried to throw their love at her, she didn’t want to hear it. Cit never found her prince charming because of it. Iren saw the disaster that was Cit and Sam’s relationship and swears that Cit was philophobic. The thing was, Cit never had a real relationship before, so why was she so philophobic towards Sam? Even Iren could see how perfect Sam was for Cit. He was smart, despite popular belief, a good kisser (she would know; freshman year homecoming game), charming and a gentleman. If it wasn’t for Sam, Cit wouldn’t have landed an opportunity at the Sunny’s Writers Club. Was Cit being a bitch to Sam? She couldn’t be. Cit is nice. Maybe Cit realized this. She looked down the stairs to see the curly-headed twin smile at her as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“It’s called philophoba. Look it up,” Cit sighed as she pushed Tom out of the way and walked down the stairs. She stood in front of Sam, looking him straight in the eye. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “How would you describe our political party?” Cit asked Sam. Cit knew her dumb questions wouldn’t get her far, but Sam was just happy she was talking to her again.

“Fucking shit,” He responded. Cit smirked but it didn’t last long as it fell. She felt awful. Maybe it was the dizziness or the beer, but she couldn’t help but think Sam looked amazing from this angle. 

“Hey, look, I’m sorry if I’m being an asshole… I feel bad and apologizes aren't really my thing but-” Cit was cut off.

“But what? What is it then Cit? You’re impossible. I’d do anything for you and anything to be with you. Why can’t you see this? All these other guys treat you like shit, but I… I would kill someone for you if I had to,” Sam was frustrated and drunk and all he wanted was her. Cit Clementine, but Cit couldn’t love.

“Stop forcing it then,” Cit didn’t want to deal with Sam anymore. She began to walk away from this argument before things got worse.

“Maybe Gabe Miller was right about you… I didn’t want to belive that fucker… but it all makes sense. I defended you when Gabe said those shitty things about you last month. Now I think what he said was true… and your little stunt you pulled with him,” Sam pulled out the big guns as Cit turned around, hurt. Tom, Venus, and Iren were watching this unfold, unsure if they should stop this mess. It hurt the girls to see Cit be beaten on by Sam like that. She made one mistake and now everyone would know because Gabe Miller had a brain the size of a pea and only talent is drinking 8 beers in one minute, which is arguably not that impressive. 

“I was drunk, I barely knew you nor anyone at Sunflower Uni, and I just wanted to have fun. I was still living at the dorms, damnit! You can’t hold that against me, Sam. I said I was sorry, I don’t know what more you want from me… I’m leaving and if you want to, we can talk when you’re not drunk,” Cit protested as she rolled her eyes and went to Iren and Venus. “I’m leaving. Tom… get your brother under control no wounder no girl wants to date him…. I’ll text you when I’m back at the house and don’t tell Sadie I left. Goodbye,” Cit’s voice cracked, she sounded like she was holding back tears from the argument she just had.

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The next morning was rough for everyone. Everyone was hungover, hungry and tried. Tom and Harrison after every party would go on a jog around Sunflower’s campus. Tom felt bad for what happened between Sam and Cit and wanted to apologize on behalf of his brother, who was passed out on the sofa of the house.

Jogging passed the park that was near Sunflower House, Tom noticed something unusual while passing the park. This route while jogging wasn’t unusual, they jogged this almost every morning and Tom noticed every detail from it. From the cracks in the sidewalk to the fenced flowers. Nothing could get in that bed of flowers, but he saw something was. Tom slowed down to take a look but Harrison, without words, pushed him so they could make it back to there house on time for breakfast. So, Tom pushed it off and he would look at it on his way back, being late for breakfast or not, he couldn’t wonder what got into the flowers, the tall sunflowers that grew. 

Seeing the house come closer as every step they took, they began to slow down, sweat dripping off of Tom’s nose, a piece of his curl hair stuck to his forehead, he pushed the doorbell as the two boys waited for someone to answer. Soon Zendaya greeted the two.

“Hey doofus, why are you here?” Z asked.

“I’m here to apologize to Cit for Sam. They had an argument last night and since Sam is too hungover, I thought I’d pass the message,” Tom smiled.

“Yea… sure, I’ll get her. Come in and get some water,” Zendaya smiled, Tom smelt her perfume and grinned. Roses and vanilla. Z was the only one up, due to the fact she didn’t drink last night. Z was surprised to see Tom and Harrison, sure they would skip their morning job after the party. Tom and Haz went to their kitchen, still shocked at how clean and perfect it was. Tom and Haz were familiar with the house, hanging out with Z and Peaches a few times as Tom and Z would watch a movie as Peaches and Haz basically had sex on the living room chair. Tom grabbed a glass for both of them as they took long drinks. Z came down, Cit-less. 

“She’s not in her room or any other room… She must have gotten coffee or something or somewhere to study. I’ll text you when she shows up. Sorry you guys,” Z apologized as they finished their water.

“It’s fine, I’ll come back later with Sam this time,” Tom laughed. “See you later Z,” Tom waved as they left the house. Haz and Tom jogged their way back, but when Tom made it to the park, he let Haz leave him behind. As he looked inside the fence he saw a shoe. One black conver. Tom, though it was unusual to see a shoe in the flowers so he looked deeper. He walked around the park to see if another shoe would show up. He walked over the bridge and looked at the ducks in the pound, only to see another shoe. 

Tom walked down to the pound to get a closer looked. He didn’t release that this very moment would change everyone’s life on campus. And for Tom Holland to discover, he’d be mentally fucked up for the rest of his life. He couldn’t believe it. 

It was someone, dead in the pool of their own blood. Their throat slashed and their face beat into the point where you couldn’t recognize it any longer. A gruesome scene to stumble upon on a Saturday morning. Tom wanted to look away but he was mortified. The show. The shirt. The hair. He recognized it all. He didn’t want to believe it. He pulled out his phone to call for help. And help he got.

At that moment, where everything unfolded, Cit Cleminetine was confirmed dead and the victim. Everybody wanted to know the truth on why and how and who. That was the last night they saw Cit Cleminetine alive. Now, how will everyone react when she’s dead? Everyone is a suspect. Everyone has a story. Everyone can lie, tell the truth or be the next one in this game because it’s only going to get worse from here. Welcome to Sunflower University.

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Can I just ask, who is your top 5 favorite characters in bnha and why?🤔🤔🤔 (I wanted to say top 10 but thought it would be too much 😂😂😂) love your writing ♥️♥️♥️

oh my gosh, thank you so much! my top five, huh? honestly my list is pretty much characters I find interesting or I relate to them somehow

hope you wanted a serious talk

My number five would probably have to be Kendo. She’s like the big sister figure I’ve always wanted in my life and she’s honestly such a sweetie. She seems to be tolerant towards certain situations but when it comes to you know, dissing 1-A she has no tolerance towards Monoma and his fuckery.

Number 4 is definitely Nejire. She isn’t up in my own big three because I have better reasons for my top three and why they are there, but she reminds me a lot of myself when I was younger and much more curious than I am now. She’s such a cutie and if she was real I would totally want to be friends with her, no joke.

Number 3 is Jiro. Why, you may ask? I relate to her on so many personal levels, from her love of the musical arts to her insecurities, this girl is like the mirror image of myself but more punk-rockish. She knows how to play the guitar (like myself) and honestly thought her love of music wasn’t valid because she wanted to be a hero instead of a musician. It’s kind of the same with my family; they wanted me to go to college for something that “I could actually get a job in” like being a music educator or an English major, but yet here I am in my sophomore year pursuing a degree in CIT.

Warning, Possible Spoilers Ahead

Number 2 is Ragdoll. Yes, I mean the Wild Wild Pussycats member Ragdoll. This one actually hits really close to home. When Ragdoll lost her quirk just as quickly as we were introduced to her I was extremely upset, and this was BEFORE I even delved deeper into her character. 

The same way her quirk was stolen from her and she lost all sense of herself, my great-grandmother passed away and I was almost placed in foster care because of it. Even so, a family friend took me in and I had to adjust to an entirely new life; no computer, no anime, nothing that I was used to having or watching as a kid. I was devastated and fell into a deep depression after that, and my friends told me that I wasn’t myself anymore. The things I loved, the things that made me who I was, was taken from me. I was naturally an excitable and fun-loving person who laughed at just about everything, but as soon as that happened, I lost all sense of self and had to rediscover who I really was. My senior year rolled around and I was seemingly doing better, but all I really did was cater to the people around me and neglect my own happiness. I had a boyfriend at the time who used me to gain popularity, again making me fall into depression as soon as I got to college last year. 

But, just like Ragdoll, I got better. Even though a lot of the things in my life have changed over the course of the past four years, I found new friends who cared about how I felt and asked me if I was okay, and my old personality came back.

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And finally, my number 1, which honestly nobody should be surprised about, is the gorgeous Yu Takeyama, AKA Mt. Lady. You’re probably thinking that I have some sort of dumb as fuck reasoning for her being my top favorite. Well, you’re both right and wrong.

First of all I’m just going to say this; you all over here thirsting about all the boys of MHA, and then you have me, the straight as hell woman who, if Mt. Lady was a physical person, would literally fall head over heels for and let her fuck me step on me. Just because she’s vain as fuck and cares a lot about popularity and fame doesn’t mean she can’t be a goddamn good wife girlfriend person.

When she’s doing hero work or slacking off at her agency, that’s literally who I am when it comes to certain aspects of my life. She takes things just as seriously as the other pros do when it comes to missions even though she whines, just like how I take a lot of things in my life seriously. If I’m with my friends, I sure as hell ain’t gonna be serious unless we’re doing something school-related or helping them with a personal issue. Netflix and chill? Hell yeah, pop some popcorn and have a lazy day with my friends, or even just lay around my dorm room even though I know I have stuff to do. 

also, I find the fact that she destroyed her agency by accident probably more than once hilarious.

so yeah, those are my top five. 

yes, I’m aware that all of them are female. 

try to make me like one of the guys as much as I like my wife, it’s impossible

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