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bonbonthedragon · 2 years

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How am I to Recover When I am to Blame?

Fem!reader x Bakugou

Note: hiiiii I got bored and inspired

Warnings: slight nfsw, angst, fluff, mostly angst

Part 2 is here 👉 💔

She gasped when the cold of the marble counter hit her waist, his hand resting onto her hip, the other grazing her cheek until it stayed there, and he held her. Bakugou leaned down just enough for his lips to graze her jaw, giving enough force to have her head tilted and left easy access to the underlining of her neck. (Y/n) couldn’t help the sound that escaped her, a gentle sigh to the feeling. He hummed.

“Katsuki- ah” he just kept going, her hands gripping tight to the edge, that bouncing pleasure hitting every bone throughout her body. “We can’t- can’t keep doing this-“

He knew

“We’re not together.”

No, not anymore.

“You divorced me.”

Fuck

“You left me- ah!”

“I know” and he pressed his lips to hers, silencing the soft whimpers to wet skilled nothingness.

Bakugou pressed his tongue heavy to hers, greedy for access. It didn’t take much convincing, her hands stretching up to his back just to ball the shirt in knots. He pressed further, so rough compared to anyone else yet he cradled her head with such tenderness. Pure pleasure trickled and thudded against her abdomen, sparking into a red hot fire that she missed all too much, that she had known all too well at a time. She had to stop this, but no wasn’t coming out, no, instead she felt her hips twitch, just grazing his front. He huffed a heavy sigh before moving his arms around her to pick her up and set her gently onto the counter.

He had built this counter, when they moved in. He had actually almost stapled his hand to the damn wood that held it, he had the scar, that scar trailing up with his hands as they followed up her back. She shivered when the snap of her bra came undone. Bakugou fingered the hem of her shirt, pulling up.

“Mama!”

(Y/n) gasped and Bakugou froze, he let go of the shirt. Little Mitsuma came waddling in, so small and swaddled in his blanket.

“Mitsu!” His mother squeaked, shoving the boys father away. He was supposed to be getting dressed.

“Look I got in my jammies all by myself!” The child squeaked

Both the adults paused, admiring the young one, such a perfect blend of both. His hair curled a ash-blond, eyes a (y/e/c) hue and skin so smooth. They melted. She could feel her knees weaken.

“Oh baby-“ (y/n) cooed, scooping him up.

“Daddy’s still here” he noted, smiling and looking at his mother.

“Yes- he was just leaving-thank you for dropping him off”

“(Y/n)…” Katsuki tried, until his eyes set on the small gem stone on her finger, that crystal orb sparkling. So unfamiliar, not at all like the ring he had gifted her when he proposed. Actually, the one he had made was a obsidian band, no gem, no diamond of any kind. Yet, an inscription; This is Us.

He could almost laugh about it, mind directly going to when she had pulled her own ring out when he went down on one knee. The idea seemed to be shared, and while he took forever to find the right thing to engrave onto the ring for her, the one she had slid on his finger just had a small star on the inside. The same stars she always drew on him back in school.

“I’ll see you next week, yeah?”

His head snapped back up, trying hard not to be frowning so much. The man shoved his hands in his pockets, letting his gaze wonder around and set one the family photos. All hung with a smiling family, his son, his ex-wife, and her husband. A few consisted of him, only ones with little Mitsuma and him in it, but that was it.

“This has to be the last time.”

Again his attention came clear. (Y/n) had now let down the boy, reaching for a bottle of wine and a thin tall glass. She poured it nearly to the top.

She shook her head. “I’m…Katsuki, I’m married. I love Kaito, and he loves me. This isn’t right, you know it.” The wine swirled in the cup, tipping to fall into her awaiting mouth.

“I love you” he mumbled.

That had her freezing, taking the drink away. Something of grief casted a haunting shadow over her, clearly trying so hard not to cry, not to let her son see her like this. She looked away.

“You should head home now, it’s getting late.” (Y/n) watched as Mitsuma left the room and into the bathroom. “You being here will only confuse him.”

He opened his mouth, then shut it. Bakugou sighed. “Oi! Squirt! Don’t make me leave without telling me bye, damn it!”

The little one came running into the living room, jumping into his dads arms with a big hug and kiss on his stubbly cheek. Bakugou huffed, setting him down and ruffling his hair before going out the door.

“See ya next week, kid.”

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #fanfic #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks x reader #my hero academia hawks #dad!bakugou

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vonxodd · 2 years

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Do you have a favorite spooky season memory? (There's going to be like 10 Halloween questions in the next two weeks, this is both a warning and an apology)

nah ur good, i'm actually going to have a good time answering asks related to anything halloween :)

anyways, i have two favorites <3

there was one time last year where we went to a haunted house with my older sister and cousin (also this haunted house was the last time it opened) so we were lucky to be able to go to it. it was easily one of the scariest hauntied houses i’ve been to, it was waay scarier than i thought so i ended up going in the middle 😭 but i enjoyed it so it was also one of the best i’ve went it and it was something fun i got to do with my cousin!

this other memory also involves the same cousin including another one of my older cousins and they took us trick or treating when me and my sister were little, and i remember walking to this neighborhood with these houses that went all the way out with halloween decorations and the colors of the trees just added that extra fun. i also remember both me and my sister dressed up as witches lol. that was one of the first and funnest memories of halloween i had

#*mail

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letsgethaunted-catalogue · 5 months

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ATTN HAUNTIES: Today's episode is delayed by 24 hours!

Due to unforeseen personal circumstances, today's episode will be posted later this week!

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afterplaidshirtdays · 9 months

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Laura. She/her. 29. United States, central time. Co-mod of @letsgethaunted blog for the podcast of the same name! Prominent Hauntie :) (thank you Aly!) My Hauntie of the Week post is here.

Primarily Taylor Swift and Supernatural. Dean Winchester Derangement Syndrome. Also other stuff. Please check my tags page for a full picture of what I post! Blacklist what you need to. (Please note my tags page is under construction! I’ve had this blog since 2011 and I really need to move some stuff into an “old stuff” section...)

Swiftie since 2006. Do not cite the deep magic to me; I was there when it was written.

previous URLs include but are not limited to: golden-good-right-real, weepingarchangels, wingsclara

Ask box is open.

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niconiconwo · 2 years

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Boogeyman, Ghost, Scream

Boogeyman: what’s your weirdest/most irrational fear? A: I don't have any particularly weird ones ig but the closest I'd say is sometimes I get worried that spiders or some other crawlies are gonna crawl into my ears and destroy my hearing when I'm sleeping.

Ghost: have you ever encountered a spirit or haunted place? A: I used to go diving abandoned lots and houses for fun so probably, but I'm generally not inclined towards acknowledging spirits or haunties like in the Scooby Doo sense. There was one incident that is the most convincing that would be a long story but it could also have been all the alcohol idk.

Scream: favourite horror film? A: I actually really don't like horror movies because they often are actually kinda fucking scary or at least gets me fucked up for half a week. But putting that aside the one I remember being pretty good was the Silent Hill movie which I saw in theaters with my Dad. He loved that horror shit. If you count House of a 1000 Corpses as horror then I guess that would actually be my favorite.

#asks #thanks for the qs!

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singlemaltantiseptics · 3 years

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Angel the Series was a solid spin off to Buffy because off the bat they had a concept that worked. While the show itself took time to develop (like any show) the creators knew they weren't doing another supernatural teen drama but instead a supernatural detective noir. Brooding, redemptive, and disallusioned in a long coat Angel fits well into the tropes and plots of film noir and private detective pulp, with a twist.

I love the first few awkward episodes because they establish the setting and intention of Angel the show well. Cordy as grounding and practical even when superficial and Doyle as the loyal comic relief and support to their brooding boss. Los Angeles (a very literal choice for Angel's home) used as the backdrop with some fitting twists of constant supernatural presence eating at the city.

I really think the show hits its stride in the episodes "I Fall to Pieces" and "Rm w/a Vu".

"I Fall to Pieces" depicts both Angel at his peak noir detective mode while also starting to show his more sarcastic and genuine sides that never fully had the chance to appear in Buffy. The episode deals with a common theme throughout the show of addressing real issues of abuse, stalking, and assault that happen to women throughout the city, whether supernatural in origin or not. The supernatural aspect of the case, however, when I first watched this episode it truly gave me nightmares. We also see the more practical sides of supernatural crime fighting as Cordelia pushes Angel to actually charge clients. I love this reality check in Angel as well as later seasons of Buffy, where it's clear money is an actual struggle and they don't all magically have resources while never getting paid. Instead of sweeping it under the rug, money is a real issue and very real preassure in their lives. Overall, this episode highlights issues and sets the tone for a lot of the series.

"Rm w/a Vu" is a great episode because it brings out the monster-of-the-week set up while still pushing the characters forward. Cordelia, as you will hear much more about, has some of the best character devlopement of any character ever. From Buffy to Angel, she goes from classc rich mean girl to fallen from grace and heartbroken woman. This episode starts her forward further, showing she can be shallow and blunt, but her confidence is hugely shaken. She's lost herself and anything familiar around her, but through this episode is able to stand up against another bitch in town and find her self confidence again. Doyle has his own side issues that scratch at the surface of his backstory and Angel helps both as they work to help each other and Cordelia. Both deeply empathetic and comedically timed out, this episode expands their characters while building further on the team as they jump into the dark recesses of LA.

"Back off, Poligrip! You think you're bad? All mean and haunty? Picking on poor, pathetic Cordy? Well, get ready to haul your wrinkly, translucent ass out of this place, 'cause lady, the bitch is back."

After these episodes the show really kicks off and even with a tragic shake up in the middle, builds well into its own show while still maintaining a connection to Buffy and expanding the larger magical universe.

#btvs #angel the series #angel #buffy the vampire slayer #rm w/a vu #i fall to pieces #tv commentary #tv analysis #supernatural noir #ats #my opinions

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 6)

The world takes her to the seaside. It does so with a force that she doesn’t expect. But then, she hasn’t expected to stay in Wu Jing as long as she has. She isn’t sure how she had gone from vowing to be at Chin city within the week to making excuses to stay in Wu Jing. She sighs, who is she trying to fool, she knows why she has tethered herself and she is both afraid of and exhilarated by it. She was anyhow. She looks into the waves as she casts a net out. It would seem that she is no longer welcomed in Wu Jing. She supposes that it was only a matter of time before that happened. She is the only firebender in the village and not everyone takes kindly to it. She is under the impression that a good handful of them only tolerated her because they were under the impression that she’d be leaving soon.

She drags the net back in, it is significantly heavier, a good sign. “You’re a natural.” The captain comments, she helps Azula pull it back in. “You sure that you’ve never done this before?”

Azula nods.

“Maybe in a past life?”

She shakes her head, “in a past life I was a dragon.”

The woman chuckles, “ain’t mean ye couldn’t ‘a been a fisherman in a different one.”

Azula shrugs. “I suppose.” Though she sincerely doubts it.

“Yee don’t talk much.”

She shrugs. “Just here for some coin. I’m not trying to form bonds.”

“I take it the las’ bond yee formed didn’t end so well? People take to the seas when they wanna forget the land.”

“We’re on a short fishing trip, I’ll be back on land by sundown.”

“So ye ain’t runnin’ away from something?”

She empties the fish and throws the net back to the waves. The captain disappears back below deck and Azula slumps over the rails. The wind brings a flutter to her hair and the scent of fish to her nose. The ship hits a wave and the seaspray brings salt to her lips. It leaves her feeling sticky and dirty. She yearns for this trip to be over with so she can take her earnings and go. She has caught such an excess that she will no longer have to fret over meals nor the tears in her clothing and holes in her shoes.

Perhaps she has done well by leaving Ojihara and his rancid turnips. That loathsome man...She reels in her net again. She is going to be mighty sore by the end of this endeavor.

“Need some help with that?”

“I can…” she huffs. “I can do it myself.” It is a full body effort by now but she almost has her catch. She hears the ripping of a rope and curses. The Water Tribesman hustles towards the net and holds the severed ends together. He looks away just long enough. She slams a ball of fire into the rails, the kickback throws her onto her back, but the net, brimming with flopping fish, comes with her. She winces, and lays dazed for a moment.

“Are you…?”

“I’m fine.”

He casts a glance at her haul of squirming fish. “Yeah, with a catch like that I imagine you will be.”

She gets to her feet and cringes, her pants are rather uncomfortably soaked through and she hasn’t a change of clothes. She won’t have one until she makes it back to the inn.

“Have you been in our village long?”

She shakes her head. “And I won’t be staying long. I’m not a fishing village sort.”

He quirks a brow.

“I can catch a few fish, that doesn’t make me a good fit for…”

“Then perhaps you’d be suited for the Tribes?”

“Absolutely not!” She replies abruptly. “I’m not trying to stray that far from home. Even if I were, I can’t imagine that the cold would do my fire any good.”

“Well I think that you’d be good for a fishing village lifestyle.”

“Your judgement is poor.”

“So your social skills.”

She gives a haunty sniff, bristling at the odor of fish. “Which is precisely why I shouldn't join a fishing crew in the long term. I won’t have myself tethered in one place and to a handful of people.” Even as she says it she feels for the stone in her pocket. She ought to chuck it over the side of the boat.

The man’s face softens. “Can I help you collect your fish?”

“You may help me, but only because I don’t like how their scales feel.”

“I take it that you won’t be skinning them?”

Her nose crinkles, “skinning them?” She looks at her hands. They aren’t clean nor are they smooth and soft anymore. But they aren’t yet bloodstained and shredded by scales. “I am going to sell them and someone else can have the pleasure.”

“Who are you?”

“Cheyul.”

“Where do you come from, Cheyul?”

“The Fire Nation.”

“I know that. But which part.”

“Just help me with these.” She gestures to the fish. By the time they reach the docks, the fish are packed neatly into crates and ready for selling.

“Where were you before you came to this village?”

“Why do you care?” She snaps. Her eyes don’t leave the men and women working to bind their vessel to the dock.

He shrugs. “I suppose that it’s because I’ve never met someone like you before.”

“Stern, uptight, hard to get along with? Then you have met many firebenders.” She lifts one of her crates and carries it towards a one of several dockside buyers for weighing. “I’ll have more.” She mutters and the buyer nods.

The Water Tribesman manages a half smile and sets another crate down. “I was going to say guarded and...sharp. I don’t know, there’s just something different about you.”

Different, she thinks. And when she thinks of different, she thinks of the things that make her so. These are the same things that make her a monster. The same things that she is trying to out pace. The things that pursue and catch up to her no matter where she goes. “You’re like all of them.” She mutters. “I’m different and you’re like all of the rest.”

“How do you figure that?”

She sets her last crate down and stares him in the eye. “You want to get to know me and when you finally do, you realize that you were mistaken. That, that isn’t what you want at all.”

The buyer grins and hands her an extremely generously heavy pouch. She staches it away in her satchel.

“How do you figure?”

“I’ve learned to tell.” She turns from him and strides away.

“Who hurt you?” He asks.

“Who hasn’t?” She returns. And who hasn’t she hurt? Of course Ojihara would detest her. Of course they all would. And for what? Because she didn’t want to babysit his grandchild? Really it was a no win situation; either she ‘wasn’t earning her keep’ or she’d be outcast for managing to traumatize the child. Decidedly, she hates children. Loathes them. They are needy and fussy and all too curious.

“So you left because you’ve been hurt? Where are you going to go and how long do you think those coins are going to last?”

And adults are even worse.

“They’ll last me long enough to find another quick job.” She hastens her pace. “It’s none of your concern.”

“So you’re just going to keep on running?” The man asks. “I thought that firebenders were supposed to be brave and head on. A tribesman...we stick to our values.”

“You assume I have values.” She cuts herself short before she can add, ‘of my own.’ It might be that he is right, at least to some degree; perhaps she should return to the Fire Nation and concede. She has gone searching for something and she hasn’t found it. She hasn’t even figured out what she is searching for. It might be that her purpose, her destiny lies in a cell or a padded room.

“You don’t have anything that keeps you attached to anywhere?” His tone softens.

“I’ve got nothing at all.” She takes another step. The stone in her pocket knocks against her leg.

That night she learns the depth of a small thing.

.oOo.

She studies herself in the mirror. Her reflection is elegant and pretty, decorated and done up to the fullest. Rubies on golden chains sparkle on her ears, her fingers, and around her neck. They glisten in her hair and shimmer on the bulky silk folds of her gown. They have, once again, evened the color of her skin and crafted a sharpness to her eyes and lips. It is almost as though she has never left at all. She thought that it would have been comforting to revel in a vision of the past. To see her old, unblemished face peering prestinly back at her. It only feels as though she has erased something...

“Satisfied?”

Azula rubs her lips together and shakes her head.

“What is it? Do you want us to apply more makeup?”

She shakes her head vigorously.

“Less?”

She hesitates. She nods.

“You’re not backing out, are you?” Zuko asks.

“Why would you think that?”

“You’re having your makeup washed off.”

“I wanted less of it.”

He furrows his brows as her servants remove a healthy layer of concealer.

“I thought that you…”

“They will be staring at me from a rather large distance. They won’t notice much.”

The clean layer and layer away to her satisfaction. Until she is almost barefaced. Until a touch of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick remain. She brushes her fingers over her cheek.

The servants exit and a team of fire sages come to take their place. “Lo and Li will begin the introductions, you will emerge when they speak your name. We recommend that you start making your way to the balcony…”

She lets the man finish but she knows the workings of it well enough. With her nod the sage replies, “I shall tell them to begin.”

It is Sokka who fills their vacancy. “You look nice.” He smiles.

She clasps her hands over her knee. “Thank you.”

“You’re really tense.”

“It’s my natural state.”

He chuckles though she isn’t joking.

“Are you sure that you don’t want me or Zuko to accompany you?”

“I don’t need hand holding, Sokka.” She doesn’t quite mean it but she speaks with an extra bite.

“Just...ya know offering.”

“Offering once was plenty.” A series of claps accent her words and she knows that the twins have made it to the balcony.

“I can also come out if you’d like.”

“I don’t need your coddling either, Zuzu.” Doesn’t need it and feels sick at the thought of having it. Of standing rather plainly next to him in his opulent and awestiking regalia. Of being quite ordinary and unaccomplished. She faintly wonders if he had thought the same during his homecoming.

“We have searched every stretch of our Nation and beyond our land. Our search had turned up nothing and we had assumed the worst.” There is no glory to boast. No heroic deeds to tell of. Nothing substantial at all really. Nothing worth announcing. “What we have found is that a phoenix can rise back on its own.” They make it sound more glorious than it is. Azula supposes that, that is their job. She rises, her stomach gives a small flop. Zuko offers her an encouraging smile and Sokka mouths a good luck.

They pause and she pauses, hand gripping the fabric of the curtain. She closes her eyes.

“Now after six long years,” Lo says.

“She is ready to return to the public’s eye!” Li finishes.

“Your princess, Azula!” They both finish.

She gently pushes the curtain aside and slips onto the balcony. Her eyes scan a wholly silent crowd. She isn’t surprised to be met with a very un-Fire Nation coldness. Her footfalls echo about the plaza as she makes her way to the railing. Her hands curl around them, the wind stirs her hair chopsticks, sending their lavish ornamentation tinkling. And then the crowd erupts. Not into the hateful sneers and yells that she had anticipated but a rather thunderous clapping. They are pridefully noisy, it is almost dizzying. She grips the rails tighter. And tighter still when she looks off into the distance and sees that the statue of her father has been demolished, probably melted down and reshaped into one of Zuko.

“Would you like to address your people?” The twins offer.

Azula’s stomach lurches a second time. They haven’t told her that she was to do so, though she supposed that she should have figured as much. She almost shakes her head but the crowd falls silent again. And she is silent. The world is all too still.

Her lips part and she tilts her head up, bearing the scar on her neck, and inhales through her nose. “I have been to a good many places.” She says at last as she peers over the crowd. It is very different from when she has last stood up here. Spots of green and blue mix with red. Eyes of gold, green, and blue fix on her with anticipation. “It is a pleasure to be home again. Home in the greatest nation with a rekindled knowledge that the Fire Nation is the crown jewel of the world.” She pauses, almost leaving it at that. Her fingers brush over one of the two trinkets she has tucked into her gown. She has garnered another round of approving claps and remarks, mostly from the red specks. She waits for them to go silent. “Though I suppose that there are many other jewels that are tantalizing in their own respects.” And now the blue and green join.

She reaches into the folds of her gown and feels for her stone. She grips it tightly while holding her head high until the twins beckon for her to return inside. “You will be seeing more of me.” She concludes as her subjects bow.

“You did amazing!” Sokka exclaims.

“I hardly did anything at all.” Azula shrugs. “These things are all for show.”

“They weren’t booing you.”

“Is that the reception you tend to get?”

“People love me!” Sokka declares.

“If you say so.”

.oOo.

“You feel better now, don’t you?”

Azula reclines on the sofa and lets her hair down. It is true, she does feel much less tense now that a public appearance isn’t looming over her head. “I feel well enough Sokka.” It very much helps to be out of that gown and in something less excessive, less restrictive. She rests her head upon the arm rest and closes her eyes.

“You are happy to be back, right?” Zuko asks.

“Why does everyone ask so many questions?”

“Because you’re hard to read and don’t give clear answers the first time around.”

“I just got back, Zuzu. I haven’t decided how I feel about it.”

“Oh come on, you can’t tell me that you don’t enjoy the pampering!” Sokka declares as he quite brazenly takes a seat. He doesn’t wait for her to move her legs, opting to simply sit on them instead. She frowns and gives him a rather solid kick. He jolts and she curls her legs up. He sits back down.

“It is nice.” She replies. “I missed being clean.” She brings her sleeve to her nose and inhales the fresh scent of various flora.

“I liked your speech.”

“It wasn’t much of a speech. Just a few carefully selected words.” Though careful is a bit of a stretch considering that she hadn’t pre-prepared them.

“It was still nice.” Sokka says.

She shrugs.

“Can you tell us about what you did in the Earth Kingdom?”

“Is lunch almost ready? I’m quite hungry.” She moves her hand from behind her head to her belly. “Dumplings would be nice.” She hasn’t had them in ages. Not fresh and steaming to palace perfection.

“Sure, I’ll let the cooks know that, that’s what you want.” Zuko replies. “It’ll be nice to sit at the table together again. Mai and TyLee will be there.”

“Of course.” She says simply. She snatches up one of the decorative pillows and holds it to her chest. She wonders how it is that she had come to expect that she wouldn’t be seeing either of them again. She wonders how it will be received if she simply stole away in the night and disappeared again.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

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creepypasta-shtick · 4 years

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Ghosts!

I've decided to write a deeper explanation into ghosts, so here it goes.

There are two ways to classify ghosts: by aging or by type. It is far more common to classify by type, but it is much easier to group them by aging. All ghosts will eventually fade away in the end, but some age and some do not. Ghosts like Sally cannot age; there is some mental block preventing her and ghosts like her from aging. Some ghosts like her can overcome those mental barriers, but most do not. Ghosts like BEN age normally. His death was an accident (in this universe) and he tried to live his normal life again before he even knew of his own passing (even now he tries to maintain a somewhat sense of normalcy). By far the most common type of ghost (by aging standards) are ghosts like The Puppeteer, that can age, but age very slowly. However, ghosts are far more often classified by their type, as that is much more useful.

There are four main types of ghosts, with some small branches within each group. There are Empaths, Wraiths, Abominables, and Evanescents. Every human that dies becomes a ghost; most are just likely to become Evanescents, which is good because otherwise the world would be chock full of ghosts. Evanescents are the most common type, but they do not last long. The one who existed the longest existed for a week before she passed on. Their existence is fleeting, but peaceful. They come to terms with their passing and the moment they do, they move on. Abominables are pretty rare, but are the most popular. They are ghosts who feed on the souls/life forces of humans. They're the type seen in horror movies, and are often malicious, vindictive, and violent. In other words, they are a LOT of fun. Wraiths, while similarly as "haunty", are much less aggressive. Sally and BEN are examples of wraiths. Wraiths draw a lot upon their own emotions; the more powerful the emotions are, the more powerful they can become. Wraiths like Sally can use these emotions and the powers that come with them to do good for people, while ghosts like BEN can use it for...not so nice purposes. Wraiths are the most common, but are easily overshadowed by other types of ghosts (not to say they should be underestimated). Empaths are the final group. Like Wraiths, they deal with emotions to gain their powers, however it is with other people's emotions rather than their own. The Puppeteer is the quintessential Empath, feeding on negative emotions while using the negativity to manifest other abilities. Empaths can manipulate emotions, take them away, cause them, change the intensity, etc. Different Empaths feed on different emotions, some liking to drain negativity and some liking to drain positivity. It depends entirely on the Empath.

No matter the type of ghost, they all have a few defining characteristics. They can become invisible at will (and vice versa), they can change their tangibility (whether or not something can touch them), they can float (and most prefer to), and other things in that nature. They can also be repelled in similar ways, with burning sage and creating salt circles being pretty effective in most cases. However the one thing that a human must remember when dealing with a ghost is that they are, of course, very formidable.

#lore #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hc #ghosts

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Hot Sauce

The bell over head chimes once then twice as you and Kirishima enter behind a determined ash blonde.

The shop is small and filled with all sorts of spices from mild to tear inducing hot. You grimace slightly apprehensive as you stand hesitant in the door way.

"Why the fuck am I here?" You grumble as Kirishima's sharp tooth laugh echoes behind you.

"Because you must want to impress him." He smirks, ruby red eyes fixated on Bakugou's strong back as he stalks down the aisles. You nudge him hard in the ribs and a small oof escapes his lips followed by another untamed chuckled.

You let your eyes wander the shop as your feet guide you to your other bestfriend. You spy peppers from all over the world dried or advertised on bottles. Jalepeno, Bird's eye, Indian Tezpur, ghost pepper and even the Carolina reaper. Their levels of heat indicated by fire embloms or skulls.

All with different types of hot from immediate reaction to the slow burn that is surprisingly good until the whole back of your throat is burning.

Your eyes water just from the smell of some of the oil extract and dried peppers but you push on, running into the toned back of Katsuki.

"Ah sorry." You blush, *tsk* is his only reply as he spies what he wants around the corner.

You give yourself a moment as you damn your body for reacting this way.

Why was your heart racing over acxidnetly touching him? Weren't you straddling him in training just last week?

But no Eji just had to make a comment last weekend.

You and Eji were cuddled on the couch, your cheek resting on his chest, hips tucked as he flipped through the channels.

But it's not like that, you two had always been oddly close to each other and hell, you even tried dating but there was no chemistry between you two.

It was strictly platonic and it baffled you both considering you did such couple things with one another so every now and again you would test your platonic relationship with a kiss.

Just to be sure nether of you were dense and well someone was home when he shouldn't have been the time you tried to test it.

"Eji-kun." You look up at him and try. You try to imagine that electrifying calm that you've read about that seems to never go away no matter how long you stare at them or feel the butterflies that swarm in your stomach but you feel....nothing.

Just his warmth and that you were thankful that he was your friend. So thankful that he let you try to figure out if there was anything for you two depsite him feeling nothing like that as well.

"Can we?" You ask and he gives you a sharp toothed grin.

"I'm staring to think *you* do feel some type of way." When he sees your cool expression and no blush dancing on your cheeks like it has when a certain someone uses his flirty tone with you his smile grows wider, "Guess it has been awhile."

It wasnt that you weren't attractive and it wasnt that Kirishima wasnt attractive it was just when he leaned his head towards yours and you pressed your lips to him no fireworks exploded behind your eyes.

It was more of like kissing a pet on their forehead than anything else. When the two of you pull away you both stare at one another with a slightly awkward almost cringing smile.

"Oi!" You jump ten feet in the air from the sound of a gruff voice behind you. You spy a snarling Katsuki and your palms sweet.

"You two dating now?" He cocks his head towards Kirishima while his crimson eyes are glued to you.

"Ahh..we..." You stammer, one of the few times in your life.

"Nah, we just test the waters now and again." Kiri offers the truth to which your face burns.

From embarrassment or rage you do not know.

"Good cause you both look like you just kissed dog shit." He bites darkly before laughing, "Though I'm sure its Eijirou who's the bad kisser."

The blonde stalks away and Eji has a huge grin on his face. He leans towards you whispering haunty in your ear.

"Oh he must liiiiiike you."

And here you are now standing in a spicy pepper shop all from some bullshit claim that Kiri isn't even sure of himself.

You sigh finally collecting yourself and trying not to stare through the bottles to the sharp blood red orbs that search deftly.

Kiri stands behind you, hands in his black jeans with a mean smirk on his face.

"Dare you to try this hot sauce, Y/N." He says picking up a test bottle with two flames and a skull, waving it in your face.

"No, too hot." Katsuki says flatly still looking for whatever spice brought him here today.

"Go to hell." You snarl softly to Eiji who chuckles, looming behind you much too closely while Katsu is watching. He leans to your ear and you barely hear him say

"Its either that or kiss Bakugou to test your feelings." He emphasizes the syllables in Katsuki's name and you glare at him harshly.

"Give me the fucking hot sauce." The red head is beyond giddy, delighted even in what may or may not be your down fall.

You had no tolerance for heat, in fact you called green bell peppers "spicy" but drinking a fourth of this hot sauce had to be far better than embarrassing yourself by kissing the ever so strick on any type of emotion Bakugou Katsuki.

You unscrew the cap with shaking but determined fingers, it was *only* two flames and *one* skull, honestly how bad could it be.

"I'll pour for you." Kiri laughs glancing towards Bakugou to see if he's watching.

Oh is he watching as you huff but close your eyes obediently for the red head.

You hardly ever listen to him when he commands you in training but here you are standing before a guy you had to "test the waters" with not even questioning his obviously dark motives.

You hold open your mouth and your tongue in this certain suggestive way that has Bakugou gripping his forearm tightly to keep from imagining anything more especially when the dark red sauce hits your tongue in spurts.

He growls, hating to see you like this for Kirishima when it should be for him. He turns his back on you both with a scowl to finish grabbing the ingredients for his famous spicy ramen.

The second the sauce hits your tongue you pull it in, cheeks reddening deeper than Eji's eyes that are lined with mischief. You begin to sweat, whine softly even as you grip onto the wooden shelve that groans from your strength. You'll be dammed if three drops of hot sauce has you on the floor.

But Kiri knew what he was looking at considering how many times he's been here with his equally as spicy friend and he picked an instant heat that turns into a slow burn.

Once it hits the back of your throat you fall to your knees, suppressing your coughing as plump tears push past your closed lashes, streaking your sun kissed cheeks.

You let go a slow breath that feels as if you're exhaling fire, sweat accumulating on your brow and hell even your upper lip.

"Ki...Kiri please...." Your voice is all whine as he looks down at you.

This was it, this is how you go huh?

In the middle of an old mom and pop shop in a forgotten traditional district with your maybe not fucking maybe crush standing in the other aisle while your supposed best friend caused and encouraged your pain.

You lived a good life you guess.

That is until Bakugou rounds the corner to see you on your hands and knees moments away from rolling on the weathered wood floor. As if the old elementary saying of stop drop and roll could put out a spice fire.

"Kirishima." His voice comes out so dark you almost forget how fuck all hot your tongue is as your gut clenches. Kiri winces in pain as Bakugou holds his bicep in a vice grip, "Out."

Kiri shuffles past you rubbing at his arm, the bell above the door chimes.

Bakugou pokes his tongue in his lower lip as he looks you over for a moment.

You were wearing a pink crop top that said Kitten in back bleeding letters across the front (he knew that was your favorite top, it was secretly his too) and a very rare black skirt that you wore on your natural waist.

When he catches site of your laced black underwear he blushes, growling as he yanks you to your feet.

"I said it was too hot for you, dumbass." He snarls, voice tight while his hands feather over your skirt to wipe away the dust, "And if you wanted to show Kirishima your laced underwear you could have stayed home."

"Wha..what?" Your face flushed further even with the linger spice, "I...I"

The bell chimes over head and a few other people wander the aisles around you but avoid the ones directly beside you. Katsuki is not done yet and pullss you to him, firmly swiping his hand over your ass to make sure your skirt is down before it finds your ribs squeezing tightly as his lips are pressed to your ear.

"You what? You ignored *me* and obeyed *him*. Opened your mouth wide so he couldn't miss." He growls in your ear, "Then you get on your hands and knees in front of him."

He sucks his teeth but continues, angry.

"If I hadn't watched and known the liquid hitting your tongue was hot sauce I would have thought you were begging him for something else especially with your frustrated tears and blush." His tone darkens and yet your core ignites from his closeness, his scent, his skin and voice. Your breathing hitches as he sends it home, one hand moving to your hip to pull you closer the other moving to the nape of your neck pulling the hair there to tilt your ear towards him better and you let out a small whimper.

"When you should be on your knees begging *me* for relief." He notices the flush that goes down your throat, eyes lingering to your shirt with a devilish smile as he pulls your hair a bit harder. "Isn't that right, kitten?"

@koala-soap I hope this is kinda what you wanted. I wanted to make this cute and that was my intention but then the story wrote itself like this 😅😓😫

#bakugou x fem reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha au #bnha katsuki #bnha kacchan #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha imagines #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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That's so Sharon Needles (Shalaska) - Needles4prez

Summary: Sharon had convinced herself for a while now that Alaska had probably entirely moved on from their past years spent together.

AN: This is a short messy fic I quickly wrote after a pretty rough week. It’s cheesy and fluffy and extremely dumb. My apologies if the writing quality is poor, plenty of wine will do that to ya! I’m working on some more serious multi chapter fics for later, but figured this’ll do for now. <3

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Sharon had convinced herself for a while now that Alaska had probably entirely moved on from their past years spent together. It’d been two months since they’d broken up and stopped talking and Sharon couldn’t prevent the thoughts of Alaska hooking up with other people. It was wrong to be fazed by the idea of someone you love bettering themselves by moving on, Sharon knew that much. And, yet she still dreaded the return to her apartment in Pittsburgh, every single night. Sharon hadn’t moved on. She was however, a good liar. Sharon Needles had the ability to plaster on a confident smile that told the world with ease, that she, simply needed no one to rely on for anything. Maybe it’d be an inspiring message to project to everyone, if it hadn’t been so damn untrue. Parts of Sharon’s life were blessed, she ensured that she never found herself becoming ungrateful for all that her friends and chosen family have done for her. She had secured a strong career for herself, built her life from the ground up, and succeeded in receiving a rewarding paycheck at the end of each month. All was well, to the eye of an outsider. But, no one saw the Sharon who would have outbursts, cursing Alaska’s name as any minor thing goes wrong.

Their apartment was much messier now that Alaska was gone, beer cans were scattered all over the floor’s surface, no longer a pretty blonde there to gladly pick them up after her self-proclaimed PBR Princess. Cooking rarely took place anymore, Sharon stumbling into the poxy home space in the late hours, occasionally able to catch a takeaway place in time. Sure, neither her or Alaska had been fantastic cooks to begin with, but they made it work. It was an enjoyable experience, laughter erupting from the two of them as they regularly managed to burn the bottom of their pan with something as simple as pasta bake. Sharon at most times can feel her mind slipping away, and next thing she knows, she’ll be stood in the centre of her kitchen envisioning Alaska wrapping her arms around her waist, slender arms squeezing with nothing but love. The worst times were always at night, and they only worsened when Sharon had to lay alone in bed, alienated and desperate for her previous lifestyle to somehow snap back into existence. Usually clinging to her cat Cerrone, or sometimes a pillow, in dire need for any form of touch; it constantly felt impossible to adapt to whatever this pitiful routine had become. Though it wasn’t easy, Sharon had for the past two months, avoided her most nearby gay bar like the plague. It would’ve been naive to think that she would manage to not come into contact with Alaska, and Sharon knew it’d hurt with more than she could handle if she did see her. Alaska would blatantly be doing just fine, upbeat and left scarless from the painful break up, while Sharon is cut and resentful. At least, that’s how things had been going before that night. That night at 11 PM where Sharon discarded the half-empty Chinese noodle box on her kitchen counter, assured herself she was better than this - she was Sharon Needles after all, and took out her favourite silk black dress from her closet, changing and throwing on a pair of heeled knee-high boots that flattered her shapely legs. A few years after being with Alaska, Sharon had admittedly started to eat much better and regularly than before, the tiniest sight of podge seeping above the tight fit of her undergarments. She was tired of weeping each night with no one by her side, tired of being terrified of the mere thought of bumping into Alaska at the bar they both loved so dearly, tired of pretending that she’s okay without the tall girl who had been her companion for almost 3 years now. It was ridiculous, maybe even pathetic. Sharon Needles had been fooling herself for two whole months now, and for what? If any time was her time, it was now. It was likely the alcohol that’d built up this steep hill of courage, and it worked for her. So, proudly, she slipped essentials into her purse, and exited her apartment complex, headed for the Blue Moon. The cold weather lingering on the streets brought a small chill to Sharon’s exposed skin, goosebumps rising and tickling the back of her neck, trailing its way down past her shoulders, and to the very bottom of her arms. She should’ve worn her leather jacket, but she knew if she spent any more time in her apartment, that this sudden rush of pride and bravery, would soon slowly fade. She brushed off the sensation, caressing her arms softly and swinging her long black hair over her shoulders and quickening her pace with determination. “Ouch, watch where you’re going for fucks sake!” A voice hisses, the sounds of whines and whimpers following behind. “Shit, I’m sorry.” Sharon quickly recovers from her collision with the other lady, holding out a hand apologetically for the girl who’s ass is currently on the sidewalk. The stranger reaches for the hand, and only as her head tilts up to connect her eyes with the clumsy person in front her, does it become clear to Sharon that it’s Alaska who’d toppled over. They stay silent for a moment as Alaska’s petite self gets heaved up, and Sharon can’t help but flush crimson at the awkward encounter. Prior to this, Sharon had rehearsed manys ways that the two would reunite, but this - was certainly not one of those ways. The blonde was repping a hot pink lipstick topped with a gloss, smokey eyeshadow, an obnoxious red bow the colour of Sharon’s cheeks tied into her tall ponytail, a tight red cocktail dress that fit her slender body perfectly; fabric clinging to her slim figure, hugging her long thin legs which made their existence known with thanks to the absence in length of the dress. Sharon tried not to stare too hard, but the way she had wiggled her body to get back on her feet caused the skirt of her dress to hitch up even higher. “I miss you, Alaska.” Sharon had never been one to beat around the bush, the intensity of her bluntness normally too much for people to know how to work with. It wasn’t always quite this bad, however. “How many beers?” It wasn’t an angry response, infact, the words were hushed like a whisper. Alaska was the only person who truly knew Sharon beneath the surface, the only person who had seen her vulnerable side, the self-doubt, the lack of confidence. She wasn’t stupid, this boldness stemmed from someplace else than just her natural mindset. “Two,” Sharon wanted to deny having had any, but knew better. She shoved her hand into her purse and rumadged it around blindly in search for a cigarette, or maybe a vape, or maybe a beer - any vice that would help in coping with whatever the fuck this was. A pack of cigarettes were closest to her grasp, so she settled for one and slipped it between her lips, bringing her lighter up and letting out a curse of aggravation under her breath as it stubbornly fails on her a couple times. Alaska snatched the lighter out from her hand, lazily pushing it back into Sharon’s purse with one hand, and stealing the cigarette with the other. This time, she places it between her own lips, holding in a cackle at the sight of Sharon who’s smiling smugly at her as she lights the cigarette with her much more trustworthy lighter, exhaling the smoke and blowing it over to Sharon’s face. “Why wait so long if you missed me that much?” Alaska huffs childishy, raising an eyebrow questioningly, and also, a little teasingly. Alaska had been impatiently waiting like a Princess in a tower for Sharon to cave into the pain of the quiet two months, admittedly experiencing aches in the pit of her belly as time continued to pass and concern began threatening her. “Oh, wait, did I say, I missed you? I was talking about Cerrone, he missed you.” She received an audible groan and a pair of rolling eyes for that one. Alaska purposely breathed out more smoke in Sharon’s direction and her lips suddenly curled up into a knowing smirk, one that Sharon had been all-too familiar with. “I have a boyfriend, anyways…” She trailed off, head tilted in favour to her left with two fingers now pressing on Sharon’s bottom lip. Sharon instinctively parted her lips and adjusted her head to take both the fingers in her mouth, sucking long and frustratingly slow; provoking a small gasp from the content blonde. Alaska snappily dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it with her pink heel, quickly returning back to Sharon who’s in a state of complete awe, dragging her fingers out of her mouth and down to Sharon’s chin, ensuring a stripe of dark lipstick marks the journey. “Even if that were true, you know you’ll always be mine.” Alaska shrugged but never denied it. Sharon, getting impatient, grabbed Alaska’s head and pulled her in for a passionate and heated kiss. Alaska’s arms snaked around Sharon’s neck and forcefully brought them closer till their chests slammed together in a motion on the verge of hurting. Sharon’s hands crept down to Alaska’s ass and she groped it, squeezing tightly at the sensation of Alaska’s tongue slipping into her mouth. Sharon could taste the smoke on Alaska’s tongue as it sloppily grazed along Sharon’s teeth and licked a stripe along the roof of her mouth before diving down to tangle their tongues together in an intertwining mess. The actions continued and repeated themselves for a while, until the two collectively pulled back panting and both in search for air. “I love you Alaska,” Sharon’s breathing was still a little unsteady, and her usually haunting tone was trembling as though she were a teenager all over again.

“I love you too, Noodles.” Sharon bent herself down to be around level with Alaska's stomach, her arms holding securely around the tiny waist of the the tall girl, lifting her up and swinging her body over her shoulder. Alaska is pulled into a fit of girlish giggles as her head dangles about only able to see Sharon’s back, excitedly kicking her legs about while Sharon begins to retrace her steps from earlier and return back to their apartment. “Cerrone’s gonna be ecstatic to have his other mom back.” They both chuckle like little kids and Sharon feels at home again. Truthfully, she couldn’t recall the exact reason for their breakup in the first place, it was likely a petty drunken fight that only resulted in a breakup because neither wanted to apologise first. Within the time frame of almost three years, it hadn’t been the first time a messy breakup had occurred.

“Hey, you know, this kinda felt like the other night when I was carrying that corpse back to my place.”

“That’s so you, Sharon Needles.”

Sharon awoke to the blaring sound of her phone’s alarm. She reached her arm over to her bedside table to shut it off, and when she settled back into bed she sprawled her legs out, expectant to feel the warmth of her lover. Instead, her comfort dissolved at the sensation of; nothing. She was still alone, the exact same as every other night before. It had been pure fantasy. She clutched onto her sheets and shoved her face into the stack of pillows all piled on her side of the bed, crying angrily at herself. Moments had been bad, but this was evil.

#rpdr fanfiction #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #lesbian au #kinda fluff #thats so sharon needles #needles4prez

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letsgethaunted · 6 months

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Hauntie of the Week!

@alabasterstoned

Name: Juno

From: Newcastle, UK

Started listening to LGH: from the very beginning! 2019

Favorite episode of the pod: Definitely the UB-65! I think it's got everything - the sea, horror, compassion. You're gonna shit yourself and cry at the same time

Tell us something haunted! Personal haunting, favorite haunted story, etc: I've had a lot of ghost problems in the past, including an attachment that lasted 3 years. When I was 16 I drown and was legally dead for close to 2 minutes. When I was drowning - it was the most intense and peaceful experience of my life. I felt this intense calm, like the call of the void was finally upon me. When I came back I actually came back Hellenist and became oathbound to the goddess Ceto.

What hobbies do you have? Embroidery! I like dabbling in GIFs and video making as well! I've made a lgh gif set on Tumblr as well

Favourite Music: country and musicals

Favourite Show: Supernatural

Favourite Movie: Batman 1989

Do you have any pets? yes

Do you want to be the next Hauntie of the Week?

#Hauntie of the Week #Juno #alabasterstoned #Haunties #Let's Get Haunted #LGH Animals

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blackcatkita · 5 years

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Get to know my MC- Ride or Die

*These answers are set a couple of years into the future, not where I am currently writing her story and does contain spoilers.

Elena (Ellie) Lisette Wheeler

Who is their love interest?

She and Logan fell hard and fast into the kind of love that lasts a lifetime.

How tall are they?

She is 5′3 and can’t reach the top shelf. Logan will grab what she needs if he’s around, but if he’s not she will just climb up on the counter. Or the shelves at the grocery store, whatever.

How do they tend to dress?

College casual. What she wears depends on the season. The East coast is colder than California so in fall and winter it’s sweaters and leggings, sweatshirts and jeans, heeled boots or vans, whatever keeps her covered and comfortable. Warmer weather its a cute top or t-shirt with shorts or a sundress. She prefers bold colors, black or white over pastels, geometric patterns over floral and clean lines over ruffles and bows.

Do they like the way they look?

In grade school it bothered her that she was one of the shortest in her class. Her solution to the problem was trying to stretch herself by hanging from the monkey bars on the swing set her dad put up in the backyard. It didn’t work, but her dad loves telling that story. By middle school she didn’t mind being on the shorter side, she was more focused on studies and besides, who cares? Some people are short and some are tall, it doesn’t change who you are on the inside and that’s what matters. Being so focused on school, she didn’t put that much thought on her looks. She figured she was pretty cute, but when she met Logan senior year he made her feel truly beautiful for the first time. She knows she’s pretty, but she would much rather be judged on her character and intelligence over her looks.

Are they an only child or do they have siblings?

Only child, but her dad’s girlfriend has a fifteen year old daughter and a twelve year old son. If things continue to go well she might have step-siblings someday.

Are they a morning person or a night owl?

Ellie is a night owl, helpful for late night cram sessions, not so helpful for 8am classes. Her roommate Ingrid is the same way. The first few months at Langston had more than a few days of them rushing out the door to make it to class on time. Since Logan moved out east, he makes sure she gets out of bed by her third alarm when he stays over and when she stays at his apartment he gets up before her to start the coffee and make breakfast. Nothing gets Ellie out of bed like the delicious smells of fresh waffles and coffee wafting through the apartment.

Are they a cat person or a dog person?

More of a cat person but she likes dogs too. She’s never had a pet, her mom was allergic and after she passed her dad was too busy working and filling both parental roles to properly train and care for one. She would like a cat someday, but she wants to wait until she’s done with undergrad and knows where she’s going to grad school before she even thinks about getting one.

Got any favorite foods?

For someone who hates mornings, she loves breakfast. Belgian waffles, omelets, pancakes, even cereal, she will eat it any time of day. She also loves any kind of fruit with the exception of watermelon. She doesn’t hate it, she just thinks it tastes like lightly sweetened water.

How about favorite drinks?

Coffee, but that’s more out of necessity than an actual favorite. Otherwise it’s raspberry lemonade or Jarritos soda; specifically the flavors strawberry, lime, pineapple and mango.

What are their favorite movies or TV shows?

Between studying, required reading, writing papers and research, she doesn’t have a lot of downtime to watch tv but she does like cuddling up with Logan to watch a movie. She likes fantasy, sci-fi, horror (the sinister haunty kind not the stabby kind), psychological thrillers and mysteries, movies that have a twist at the end and make you think. She dislikes movies that make her sad but loves comedies that make her laugh until she cries.

Do they have any hidden talents?

She’s never met a puzzle or riddle she couldn’t solve and she slays at board games.

Do they believe in love at first sight?

No, she’s far too logical for that. Attraction is what happens at first sight, driven by the brain chemicals adrenaline, dopamine and serotonin. Considering how fast she fell for Logan, she believes there’s no set timeline for love but it only happens after you truly know someone.

What are they afraid of?

Failure, but that’s not to say she has a fear of failure in the clinical sense. The thought of failing doesn’t make her avoid trying something or subconsciously sabotage her chances of success, it makes her try harder, sometimes obsessively so. It’s just not acceptable to her, and if she does fail at something, she will take a step back, rethink the problem and try again. Oftentimes after a pint of ice cream.

What are their guilty pleasures?

Chocolate fondue, a glass of wine, reading for pleasure, escape rooms, driving with the windows down and the music blasting, watching Logan work on a car and cheering him on when he participates in a legal race.

What was their dream job as a kid?

Space Captain. Not an astronaut, a Space Captain.

Is it still their dream?

Sadly, we still don’t have starships cruising around in space but the theme is the same. Ellie is majoring in Aerospace Engineering and her dream is to work for NASA.

Have they ever broken a bone?

The summer she was eight years she built a “plane” out of her bedsheets and some wood she found in the shed. Trying to fly it from the top of said shed turned out not to be the best idea. She crashed, landing on her shoulder and breaking her collarbone. It was a minor fracture and she didn’t need surgery, but she did have to walk around in a sling for a while.

Have they ever been in trouble with the law?

Well, yeah... but they were dirty cops so does it even count?

Three random facts!

-She is a stress cleaner and organizer. If Logan comes home to a spotless apartment smelling of bleach and a re-organized fridge, cabinet, or closet, he knows Ellie is over-stressed about something and it’s time for mission “get Ellie to relax”. A bubble bath, massage, gift certificate to a spa or a sensory depravation pod, dinner out, a long drive... whatever it takes he will do.

-She loves to play in the snow and ever since Logan taught her how to snowboard, they always try to go a few times every winter.

-She is a mega fan of Harry Potter and never understood the appeal of princesses when there were witches and wizards with cool wands. Her Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw and she takes great pride in that.

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Requested by @annekebbphotography, I am posting this in honor of Ride or Die appreciation week epilogue hosted by @brightpinkpeppercorn @choicesarehard and @client-327. I wanted to get a fun and fluffy one-shot done for it but alas, I didn’t so that will come as a bonus tomorrow!

#choices ride or die #rodaw #logan x mc #logan x ellie #mc ask #ellie wheeler #choices rod #get to know my mc #long post

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