#SO I CANT RECREATE THE COLORING RIP

[hihomeghere]

Tesoro | Five Hargeeves / Reader

Rating : Teen Word Count : 3k Summary : While working at the commission as a field agent you are assigned a new partner, Number Five. Warnings : Gore, description of bodily harm, mentions of kidnapping (this is the start of a sort of series. I watched TUA and now I cant stop writing about Five)

Pins and needles, it was as though your very essence was being torn apart and put back together again. Atoms, Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen. Your bones snap, your skin tears apart. A scream rips its way through your throat as everything is strung back together. The pain is almost worse than when your very existence was being torn apart, it was as though you were held together with only staples and duct tape. That familiar taste of copper fills your mouth. The crackle of static came over the speakers. Your head pounded, the lights nearly blinding you. The ringing in your ears was constant. 

“Experiment #371, unsuccessful.” The cold voice says, sweat covering your body. Then the words you dreaded most left his mouth, “Begin experiment #372.” He said with a sigh.

-

You sat up with a gasp. Your hair was stuck to your forehead with sweat. You take in your surroundings, trying to take deep breaths. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. Your hands gripped your wood desk, you were back in your office. Your office at the commission. You were safe, no longer trapped in that lab. Instead of white walls these are cream, with framed pictures of wooded landscapes.

“Y/n?” Herb knocked on your door, you jumped your hand coming to your chest. You shook your head chuckling slightly.

“Yes? Sorry, you spooked me.” You said, giving him a smile.

“Oh,” he chuckled as well, “I just wanted to pop by and give you your next assignment.” He shrugged, taking a breath before handing you a yellow folder. He stopped in front of you looking at your hair, he chuckled before pointing to his own head. You pulled a strand down only to find in your shocked state you must have accidentally changed. The hair you were holding was now purple instead of your normal color. You smiled sheepishly, changing it back. “Thank you Herb.” You took the file from his hands, he nodded before walking out of your office. You opened up the folder flipping through the file. 

There was the normal amount of mission jargon as always, except where your partner was introduced.

Partner? 

Number Five, written in bold ink stared back at your very confused expression.

You had never had a partner before, but if the commission requested it they obviously knew something you didn’t. 

You sighed, couldn’t put it off any longer you thought, pushing yourself up and out of your chair. The man you were going to see was of course a legend, but hey, so were you.

You were Y/n l/n, there was no other shapeshifting killing machine like you. 152 confirmed kills, 129 timeline saving missions. You were specially trained by scientists, dead set on turning you into a weapon for mass destruction. Lucky for you, escaping was easy when you could be anyone you wanted. A quick glance at someone and you could recreate their being as your own. It didn’t take long for the commission to pick you up after you escaped.

You stood up, clutching the folder to your chest. Your heels clicked on the tile floor as you passed the familiar offices. Many well manicured fingers tapping away on typewriters, your eyes falling on your old desk. You did miss the camaraderie, the shared lunches, meeting after work for a drink or two. 

Sometimes you wished you could go back to your desk job. More than anything you wished you could wash the blood off your hands. That stain would always remain, no matter how hard scrubbed. Even if you didn’t show it, you remembered every single kill. Maybe it made you soft. You’d rather be soft than a machine. 

“Excuse me?” A rather annoyed masculine voice said. You realized quickly that you were standing at the doorway of Number Five’s office. 

“Oh.” You said collecting yourself, a shy smile on your face. He was different than you’d have imagined. Instead of the rugged, scarred man you’d envisioned. He was thin, dark hair in a neat side part, his body seemed well defined but not bulging with muscles. Possibly 35?He raised an eyebrow at you, you blinked coming back to earth.“If you wouldn’t mind sweetheart, I really need to get back to this.” He said, sighing, clasping his hands as he leaned forward at his desk. Your face flushed, sweetheart?

You scoffed walking into the office and sitting across from him. He sighed leaning back in his chair and muttered something under his breath. “Is this the normal act you pull with people?” You asked, crossing your arms. It was his turn to scoff. 

“This isn’t an act, now are you going to hand me that folder or…” he trailed off, his hand stretched out expectantly.

You tilted your head, this man really had no idea who you were. You shook your head, throwing the file onto the desk . You plopped yourself down in the chair across from him, crossing your arms. He eyed you warily before opening the folder. The only noise in the office was the turning of pages, he stopped, his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Well sweetheart, looks like I’m your new partner.” You said squinting your eyes as you smiled smugly, your nose wrinkling. He set the folder down on the desk, he mirrored you, his arms crossed. 

“And why would they pair me with someone like you?” He grumbled. Was it because of your age? You scoffed looking off to the side, breaking eye contact. 

You’d play if that’s what he wanted, but you never lost. Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen. You watched as the smile slowly fell off his face, you felt your muscles tighten slightly and your hands stretch along with your legs. Soon Five was staring at a carbon copy of himself, only there was no paradox psychosis. Since after all he had just witnessed you turn into himself. You studied him for only a second before mirroring his stance, his body language was easy to pick up on. 

“How did you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“How did I what?” You asked furrowing your-his- brows. 

He eyed you warily, leaning back in his chair. You smiled before putting yourself back together again. You smoothed your hair down, running your fingers through it. Your head throbbed slightly, a side effect of your ‘power’.

“Five Hargreeves,” he said, reaching out his hand. You took it.

“Y/n L/n.”

-

That’s how it was, you and Five against the world. Sure, he was sarcastic, egotistical, a bit of a know it all. But he was your partner, it wasn't like you were faultless.  Slowly you began to peel back his layers, how he took his coffee, when he started to work at the commission, little things like that.

You were an open book anyone could flip through at any time. You wore your heart on your sleeve, which wasn’t always a great quality in your line of work. 

“Theresa!” You called waving to one of the ‘desk worms’ as Five so ‘lovingly’ called them. She was one of your first friends after joining the commission. She stopped, gripping the files she was carrying tighter ever so slightly. Something only Five seemed to pick up on.

“Y/n…” she smiled slightly, her eyes darting to any exit she could find, “How lovely it is to see you again.” 

“You too!” You said grinning, “How have you been?” You asked walking up to her, your hand touching her forearm. She winced slightly looking down at your hand. Five walked up behind you two, staring down at Theresa. She met his gaze only for a second before looking back at you.

“Fine. Just fine.” She forced a smile again, Five crossed his arms watching the interaction. She pulled away ‘readjusting’ the files in her arms. Your smile faltered.

“Oh, well I’ll catch you around! Maybe we could get lunch together? The old gang.” You nudged her arm. She looked down at where you had touched her, before she met your eyes again.

“Oh, well we had an early lunch today so… Maybe next time.” She forced a smile before all but running away from the two of you. You stood like a statue watching her run off. Your smile dropped from your face, Five clenched his jaw. 

“Well,” Five said, breaking the silence, your head whipped back to look at him, “She’s a piece of work isn’t she?” He huffed, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

“Huh?” You asked furrowing your brows, “No! No, they just had an early lunch, that's all.” You said nodding to yourself, trying to make yourself believe your words.

Five looked at your face, the slight pout in your lip, your face was flushed. He internally fought with himself over his next choice of words. He would suffer through any awkward moments to see you smile again.

“How about you have lunch with me today, tesoro?” He asked, bumping his shoulder against yours. Your face broke out into a grin, a real one.

“Really?” You asked, the twinkle returning to your eyes. He nodded, the corner of his lips pulling upwards. “Absolutely!” You cheered, linking your arm through his. Normally he would have blinked away from anyone who dared touch him. But the feeling of your arm in his felt… right.

-

“So do you have any brothers or sisters?” You asked as you took a bite of your sandwich.

“Next question.” He looked back up at you. You sighed, lifting yourself up onto a desk. You swung your legs, picking up a chip and throwing it into your mouth.

“I don’t even know if I have any siblings.” You said as he picked up his own sandwich, he stopped eyeing you warily. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, setting his sandwich down and crossing his arms.

“Well from what I know my parents sold me to those so-called scientists. I only know their names from the information on my birth certificate.” You shrugged meeting his gaze. His brows furrowed as he returned his attention back to his lunch. You sat in silence for a moment. The only sound in the room was your chewing. Five cleared his throat, you perked up looking at him. He seemed lost in thought, like he was picking his next words carefully. 

“I have six siblings.” He said finally, his eyes on his desk. 

“Six? Jeez your parents must have been going at it nonstop.” You giggled, but he only shook his head.

“Adopted siblings, we were all adopted.” He said, picking up his own sandwich, “our father knew we were special somehow.” He shook his head slightly. “Much like your parents.” He added gesturing to you. You furrowed your brows.

“I wasn’t special before they tore me apart and put me back together again.” You said picking at the skin on your hands, he got up and walked over to you. You looked at his oxfords, perfectly shined, reflecting the led lights. He grabbed one of your hands. You looked up, surprised by his actions. He had touched you before, but not like this.

“Everyone is special.” He said matter of factly, “You don’t have to have powers to change the fate of the universe.” He said his expression soft, his green eyes peering into yours. “Hell, my sister Vanya doesn’t have any powers, and she’s the best of us.” He chuckled, running his thumb over your knuckles before pulling away. Your heart sped up, drumming in your ears. He returned to his desk, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. That was the moment you fell for him.

-

It was hard to pinpoint the moment he fell for you. Everything about you enticed him, he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it. The way you laughed, deep and hearty, throwing your head back. 

The way you took the time to truly understand him, even if he didn’t deserve it.

He could finally understand Klaus, he became addicted to you. He lived for the next hit. Nothing could touch you, alcohol didn’t come close. 

You were all encompassing.

He didn’t think he could love again after Delores. He didn’t think he wanted to. At first it felt like a betrayal as you stole his heart, like a thief in the night.

It infuriated him. You infuriated him. He tried being cold to you, but every time your smile fell he would find himself apologizing. He didn’t fall in love with you in an instant, his love took time. Like the way he started meaning it when he called you ‘tesoro’ instead of it being a tease. 

“What does that mean?” You asked one day, walking down the halls of the commission. He stopped, you walked past him turning to lean on the wall in front of him. You crossed one foot in front of the other in that certain way you always did.

“What does what mean?” He asked, feigning ignorance. 

“Tesoro, you always call me tesoro. I want to make sure you’re not calling me a bitch or something.” You giggled, shaking your head as you looked down at your shoes. It was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him. He felt caught, like when his father had caught him in his study. 

“It doesn’t mean bitch.” He wrinkled his nose trying to walk past you. Get away from the conversation and hope you forgot you asked.

You stopped him, your warm hand pushing him back.

“You aren’t getting out of this that easily.” You teased, he gulped peering down the hall. You were alone.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled straightening his jacket.

“Huh?” You asked, cocking your head.

“Tesoro means sweetheart-“

“No, no I heard that.” You clarified a grin working its way onto your lips.

“Oh I hate that smile.” He loved that smile.

“You actually like me Number Five.” You grinned, that mischievous glint in your eye.

“I tolerate you, let’s put it that way.” He said stalking away from you. You had to run to catch up to him. 

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.” You put your hands up in surrender matching his stride. That damned smile beaming up at him. 

-

The moment neither of you could deny your feelings anymore was an entirely different situation. This was months after the incident you had shared in a rather small hotel room with only one bed. Sure he had been fighting his feelings since that fateful night. Partners could fuck every once and awhile without developing feelings right? Now you were running down an alley, chasing a nasty fellow named Oliver Nicholson. This man, if you could even call him that, had been holding human fight clubs, but unfortunately for the fighters it wasn’t voluntary. Kidnapping people off the streets for these illegal rounds. If he were to continue his so-called ‘cock fights’ he could alter the timeline permanently. So here you were, running full speed ahead, briefcase in one hand and a revolver in another. Unfortunately, Oliver turned sharply down a corner, which put him in a bit of a blind spot. Five blinked after him, disappearing from your line of sight. You sighed picking up your pace, sometimes you hated your partner's power. The danger he put himself in with no means of back up drove you crazy. Just as you predicted he didn’t know that he was jumping into a fight he wasn’t prepared for. He was immediately tackled by some hired men, they punched him in the face. Hot liquid started to run from his nose, not liquid he reminded himself, it was blood. His vision was fuzzy and the ringing in his ears was all encompassing.

“Five!” You yelled he turned his head slightly to see you, the look of pure rage on your face still gives him chills to this day. You made quick work of ending those SOB’s lives. You shot the one on top of Five. The man slumped against him, his blood spattering onto his face. Five pushed him off jumping back into the fray.

Once all the men were either knocked unconscious or dead, you rushed over to him. You took his face in your hands, tsking at his bloody face.

“What happened to staying together?” You asked, pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket, wiping away any blood, “Hold this.” You ordered, he held the handkerchief to his bleeding nose. You stepped back crossing your arms, “You scared me half to death.” You huffed, biting your lip, avoiding his gaze. The damp pavement was the perfect backdrop for the lights to reflect onto your face. Your beautiful face. He tried blaming the pounding in his chest on the adrenaline running through his veins. You wiped away at a tear and his heart seized in his chest. 

It was like his body was moving without his knowledge, he stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket, his hands reaching out to you. One wrapped around your waist while the other came up the back of your neck. He crashed his lips against yours, you let out a small squeak. You were frozen, your brain short circuiting. He pulled away looking at you for permission, or for any sign of rejection. You grabbed at him, pulling his face back to yours. It was messy, his blood now on both of your faces, teeth clashing, both of you taking each other in like oxygen. It was perfect. Kissing Five was like taking a hit and he was entirely too addictive. 

“Was that ok?” He pulled away out of breath, his hard exterior came crashing down around you both. He rested his forehead against yours, his hands held your waist. You smiled looking into his eyes, his expression reminded you of that fateful night in the hotel room.

“More than ok.” You giggled, your hand coming up to rest on his neck. He chuckled grinning, he studied your face. Taking in every freckle, line and blemish. You were the most amazing piece of art he had ever seen. “Come on mister, let’s get out of here.” You took his hand, opening the briefcase.

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #five x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending #light angst #mutual pining #hargreeves #tesoro #hihomeghere

[caramelmochacrow]

I keep on forgetting so. might as well lol.

Here are the completed pins! (featuring one of my jackets!) I got the abyssmare, unichord, photon and m4 ones off w measurements but. Meh it's fine!! (i am frustrated but cant do anything bc that would mean i need to do the thing again)

(Full look of the designs and how i did stuff under the cut!)

as you can see, a lot of the pins changed from what they were supposed to be! (blame the colors.....) in my abyssmare pin, you cant see the background where i put the mutliple 'abyssmare' in the back, (still cool tho) merm4id is slightly off color and the gradient for unichord is barely visible!

the stuff i manually ripped are: the lillies for lyrical lily, the star thing in the CoA pin, the heart and stars from the unichord logo and the abyssmare slash from the abyssmare logo. (i recreated the gradient for abyssmare yes it looks a little sloppy to me tho)

here. is the canvas thing i did the pin designs on:

i had a lot planned for lyrilily w those lillies over there (manually ripped from photos) and. um. we dont talk about the CoA logo. and yes i manually ripped those from the logo as well. i am proud of how smooth and nice looking those rips are. i put them there yes for the future if i wanted to do something with it.

each unit has each member's character color except for lyrilily and abyssmare (sorry girls). i originally wanted lyrilily to have their colors, but i didnt know how to make the colors work while make it. yk. elegant. abyssmare i wanted to be mysterious and almost intimidating? like, wough, who are they? which ig the print did even more lol.

ALSO! rondo and peaky dont have this bc i didnt make the designs w those guys, made them on the spot at school (that's why the measurements are correct lmao--)

anyway. yeah. look at them. im so fucking proud.

#crow's scribbles #d4dj #d4dj groovy mix #uhhh. #happy around #peaky p key #photon maiden #lyrical lily #rondo #merm4id #unichord #abyssmare #call of artemis #im not tagging all of them ok? #i think the slight off-ness of the pins give a homemade vibe. #like. i made it with my own hands yk? #im gonna wear one on my hat for my last school week of the year per day (last day i wear two!) #i told my friend who likes d4 as well in that class abt the effort i was putting in and she told me i was extremely devoted to d4 and yeah #she's right. i am. HELLA obsessed and devoted to d4. #i love these guys.

[alukaforyou]

omg i went to the niiiiicest chic little hanbok store in new jersey yesterday they are called "the hanbok" at fort lee, the two ladies working there was soooo so so sooooo sweet and nice and welcoming 😭 i really recommend them if anyone in the area needs to rent or get custom stuff made LOL i've been to two local shops in nyc and honestly i was kind of intimidated by the ladies that owned the shops, maybe cuz they were older women and they seemed strict idk thats a ME problem but the women at the hanbok were so chill and i wasnt as scared there 🤣 i looked at a bunch of their swatches but its like playing 4d chess picking the colors cuz the swatches are taped in 2 layers, with the upper layer going over the lower layer, so its 1 layer of fabric on the white board, and 2 layers of fabric hanging off the board and IT LOOKS SO DIFFERENT cuz the material is translucent so the color changes depending on whether its single or double layer, and if its against white or colored lining? so i feel like the final product will be gacha again idk. also i shouldve prefaced by saying i got custom hanbok made from korea but obvs couldnt see the swatches irl and lemme tell u the pink photographs pink but irl its more peach so 😵‍💫 the cut and fit of it is nearly perfect tho so im still v happy w it! i took it to new jersey so the hanbok shop can recreate it with new fabric lol

see it looks so baby pink in da pics lol trickery. the underskirt the korean person send me is kind of a stiff mesh / organza layered thing, it has nice volume for pics but i feel like bc its more stiff the movement is less swishy irl? the new jersey shop is gonna make smth more layered with normal fabric so hopefully that works out better??

also im wondering if i should have asked to make the skirt shorter cuz the feet showing under is act kind of cute and practical? the current skirt is floor length lol. the feet is a nice silhouette break. i have a fitting at the end of july so maybe i can ask then 👉👈

^random ppl on ig man i lov hanbok wtf. i wish i knew how to sew this myself cuz i feel so annoying being ultra specific with my design & fit notes 💀 like at this rate i rly better just start making it myself LOL but i cant sew so RIP also i cant understand how they make the top, its like origami the way they attach the lining and fold everything down and inside itself like??? 😵‍💫

thats my fave pic i think its from an exhibition but MAN is that top cropped and fitted. and maybe its cuz the mannequin is holding the skirt up but the shoes showing looks good so yea im like pro ankle length skirt now ig?

#how can i ask my nj hanbok ppl to make the armhole tight / sleeves p narrow and make the top like ultra short HAHA #like i'll just let them stick to the og top measurements but idk maybe on the future #cuz i WILL go back to them and get a THIRD set made #i'll be like by the way can we try making an itty bitty top thanks LOL #im sorry im so annoying im also kinda like this for my hair appointments #my bleach and color artist is sooo cool and patient w me we get good results #im annoying but to make up for it i tip rly good #.txt #이 지랄같은 인생

[bunnymajo]

candlewaltz asked: what was the deal with that recent anime reboot (cant remember th name) that got halted because some of the outfit designs were stolen from fashion designers? b/c it seems like sailor moon had a lot of direct fashion inspiration that probably weren't signed off by the brands, why was it ok then and not now..?

It’s a messy topic for sure. Personally I think as long as you alter something about it (either color or detail) or just be honest and say “yeah I liked this dress in my fashion magazine & wanted my characters to wear it” I don’t see anything wrong with using fashion as an inspiration or a source of reference for your projects. You’re not planning on recreating the dress to sell to compete with the designer after all. (The anime iteration of Princess Serenity’s dress has it’s own unique look compared to the Dior one, there’s more yellow in it, more minimal looking, less bead-work, so I think altering that more was a good call from a merchandizing perspective)

As an artist, there is a nice sense of pride of making your own unique design, so I understand why it’s frowned upon to do too, but sometimes your inspiration just wants you to recreate something neat you found, so I can sympathize with wanting to use fashion for inspiration (I know I’ve done it)

I think part of the problem with that Tokyo Babylon reboot (rip) was not only did they take the clothes but there was evidence that they traced the poses and stuff as well. Which, along with the brand clothes the photographs have their own copyrights. Fair use laws in Japan are also more strict than in the west (case in point, the 1st episode of Osomatsu-san being illegal now). So once they got caught + the backlash from social media, it was just best (to the producers/sponsors) to just start over. 

I think the major difference between then & now is, it was harder to call someone out on things like this, no social media really existed & I’d be willing to bet that none of the fashion designers in Europe were subscribers to Nakayoshi magazine. International litigation was also a lot more difficult to do, even if the designers did find out, some might think it’s more trouble than it was worth to go after an comic artist for a children’s magazine. Sailor Moon is so ingrained in anime fandom culture now, and I think it’s a little late to call fowl on it (even though what Takeuchi did & Studio GoHands did was virtually the same) that’s just how it is. *shrug*

On related note, now fashion designers are plagiarizing shoujo artists, so we’ve come full circle

#candlewaltz #magical girl chat

[beetlethot]

In which I gush over beetlejuice's suit for too many paragraphs

Ok kiddies, enough talk about ship wars, time to do up a thing I've been wanting to talk about for a while

If you've peeked at my side blog you may already know this, but outside of being a slut for our resident dirty boi I'm a cosplayer and proffesional costumer, so I care Way too much about what characters are wearing and Brightman Beej's costume is just.. it's so exquisite and I need to gush about it

At first glance, it may seem like it's just a recreation of the suit as it's always been but there are a lot of beautiful subtle details that really make this version shine. Let's look at the other versions for comparison

Let's start with Keaton. It's worth remembering that ketaon's beetlejuice does *not* wear this suit for a lot of screentime (he actually doesnt have a lot of screentime in the film but even percentage wise). He oscillates wildly into lots of different looks, this is just the one that's become the most iconic and for good reason. In the film hes specifically wearing this when lydia finally frees him and he raises hell. This is the most well kept hes been in the entire movie to this point, so it gives off kind of a huckster showman/used car salesman vibe. Peep the 37 watches hes wearing for some reason lol. It's still dirty and dusty, but in comparison to Brightman Beej it's pretty pristine. This beetlejuice is much more confident and, for lack of a better word, more polished

Now let's look at animated Beej. The cartoon is really what solidified the idea of the striped suit as being his default outfit. He still wears other outfits when they're doing a specialized thing or when he shapeshifts into other people like Betty juice, but 99 percent of the time hes a stripey boi. Still with very clean and defined lines.

This is also where purple gets more definitively added to his color scheme. Keaton has the purple around his eyes but that's pretty much it, animated bj has the addition of the snazzy magenta shirt, plus his skin being purple. This locks in the bj color palette of black, white, purple, and green

Now let's talk about this little gremlin

Musical meetlejuice is in many ways a cross pollination of his 2 dads. He gets the green hair tint from Keaton, and the subtle purples in his makeup from cartoon beej. But he also has a lot that's only his

Look again at the stripes on keaton's suit

Now look at the fabric for Broadway beej

The stripes are dirty, grungy, irregular. His suit is dirtier, there are rips and hanging strings. Brightman beej is a much more insecure, messy character and his stripes reflect this. It gives off a vibe that's more anarchic punk than showman.

Also look at the difference in fit between the 2 suits. The jacket is less fitted on brightman and the sleeves are so long that in some positions they almost hang over his hands. Combine this with the nail polish, brightman having a baby face (hes also like 10 years younger than Keaton was when he took the role) and it all adds up to make him a more youthful. He looks like a little boy in his dads clothes, which he basically is character wise lol

Another really interesting thing I noticed when watching the boot (its nft and I'm not posting caps from it again and causing another issue lol) is a really neat element they added. Obviously brightman cant do the same level of changes in live theater, and initially I thought it was a trick of the lighting but then I saw this snap of the costume designs and it confirmed it to me

His costume changes color a few times throughout the show! Most of the time his tie and hair is green, but when hes on the roof during invisible reprise (ie when hes sad) that color shifts to purple, and when hes being a full on evil bastard at the exorcism it switches to a red color. He literally wears his feelings on his sleeve and it really beautifully illustrates what a sensitive little puppydog he is.

I just.... guys I love this costume design so dang much

#beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #alex brightman #costumes #costume design #back on my bullshit

[acquisitive-adventurers]

How did Singlar lose his wife? Did he feel he lost her through his own negligence or ineptitude, or does he blame someone else for her death? Has he ever considered looking for a way to bring her back from the dead? Would he ever consider that?

(Thanks for the ask, @calabren-iarian !)

THIS IS LARGELY MY FAVORITE THING TO TRY AND WRITE??? It came out in an rp AGES ago with Singlar’s mun, and he was like (oocly) “what if you were my wife but I thought I’d lost you?” during a really sad part of an rp. It ripped my heart out and it’s been that way forever.

It’s evolved from something akin to screaming into the void to something else less screamy.

Singlar was pretty young as a dwarf – few decades old, probably 60 or so – and he was out exploring with his older brother, Kóri. They were out, being stupid “young” guys, when they came upon a night elf village. They weren’t used to meeting any of the other races beyond dwarves, gnomes, and humans, and the elves were… gorgeous, to say the least. Kóri would joke at Singlar about “staring too long,” but as a young paladin, the starlight that emanated from their eyes was intoxicating.

Though he and his brother left the village after a particularly bad cold snap (it was only like a few days before the weather opened up), Singlar had developed a major crush on the elf that would become his wife. It took maybe ten years before they actually got married, and they stayed that way for almost 80 years (so he’d be roughly 150-160 when she “died”). They’d made a home in the mountain ranges between Mount Hyjal/Felwood/Winterspring, and they were pretty happy.

Emerald Dream portals would open randomly though, and the village they lived in believed they were well defended, so no one left. Singlar left to go visit his brother in Ironforge (for some business) and left Zaha’a alone at their home. When Singlar returned a few weeks later, it was a gory mess: the village was reduced to smoldering ash, fresh corpses of elves and worgen were everywhere, and Singlar couldn’t find his wife anywhere among the survivors. So, he thought she’d perished.

For another 90+ years, he held a hatred for elves and worgen (and anyone that could turn into one tbh). He blamed himself for staying too long in Ironforge, for not taking the first boat and being delayed by a few extra hours, for not bringing his wife along in the first place.

Since there wasn’t anything left of her – possessions, body, even a photo – Singlar was left with nothing of his wife, but her visage haunted him every day for nearly 50 years. He went and drank himself nearly to death, until the kingdoms of men started asking for the other races to help build up their cities. He spent the next few decades working, drinking, sleeping with everyone, and refusing to allow himself to grieve or let go of his anger. He got sick, and sicker, and sickest of all when the orcs invaded Azeroth. He was one of the first to put his skills into the armies for the Alliance, and used it as an excuse to shed blood.

(Even that left him so very hollow inside, and it did not feel good to watch the blood go down the drain after a battle.)

When his commanders realized what he was doing, he was sent to Silithus to keep the supply chains there flowing for the Alliance and keep them as long as possible from the Horde. It was only when he touched down in Stormwind and was given the orders to go did he see Ahilyah for the first (and only) time fully decked out in her commander’s armor – at the time, he didn’t know she was his commander and was pretty awful to her, but she let it slide – as they were both introduced to the other members of their team.

All seven of them left to go to Silithus. Eventually, after battles and literal years spent in the bug-infested cesspool, everyone but Singlar and Ahilyah died or were transferred. They didn’t get any other teammates, and it was just them holding down an entire outpost.

They grew comfortable, enough to drink and sleep in the same room together (more for camaraderie than anything else), and eventually they started sharing their lives. She told him about her explorations and commander school, he told her how it was to grow up in the heart of a mountain; he explained paladin teachings (that he often scoffed at in the same breath of whispering his prayers to the Light), she explained beautiful and terrifying worlds beyond their touch that only a few could (or would) ever see. They were friends.

Between fighting the Horde and the old god worshippers and the bugs, Ahilyah was often given secret missions that they’d go and usually sabotage Horde encampments (”don’t explain anything to me, and I’ll have no questions to ask,” Singlar would tell her), but one time there was a month of nothing. Singlar asked if the war was over, if they’d be released from this Hell and they’d finally go their separate ways; she explained she’d already been given her orders, and had been given plenty of mail about not completing it yet.

When he asked why they hadn’t gone out to do “another get-this, kill-that” mission, she explained it wasn’t that type of mission anymore. It was supposed to have them go outside of the combat zone and kill any and every Horde village nearby. She had twenty-four hours to respond, or she’d be court marshaled, judged by the king and his peers, and executed. (She still didn’t know which part of the kingdom this order came from, but it had an official seal. She had asked the high command for a repeat of the orders, but she never got one – so, she stayed put, mostly because of her morals and also because she didn’t believe it was a real King Varian-stated order.)

They had a screaming match due to misunderstandings until she screamed something in anger – basically “you’re such a stupid dwarf, I can’t believe I put up with you for so many centuries” – and he was like “????what????”

And then they had a very awkward reveal that she was his wife.

He was angry, hurt, confused, and felt like he wanted to throw up. He ended up camping out in the next outpost over, thinking everything over.

Ahilyah never did the mission. At this point the Alliance basically forgot about Silithus as the Legion expac started, King Wrynn dying, and the other Alliance leaders straining under Anduin’s leadership. He came back after fighting on the Broken Shore for a while (she was in Suramar for a time), but they went back to Silithus when the Broken Isles were secure.

Days before the Sargeras skewering of the world, they started to talk about things. Though Anduin’s reign was much different than his father’s, their relationship would never be able to heal. Silithus was going to be released so the people there could refocus elsewhere in the world, but so far it was just a waiting process.

They were on their way out of the zone (near the northern mountain range) when the sword came down. The group they were traveling with were able to get into a nearby cave, but it turned out to be a straight view of the valley; they’d be burned alive if the shockwave didn’t kill them.

And being stupid, Singlar kind of just stood in front of Ahilyah as they curled up in the corner of the cavern while Silithus erupted in flames. In the last few seconds before the flames hit them, he was like, “I wasted years over you.” And she just had to tell him to choose: the anger, or a clear future.

When the shockwave hit, everything exposed to the flames was horribly burned.  Chunks of Azerite were thrown into bodies of people, killing some instantly due to the intense high while others were in severe agony. The dwarves and gnomes that sat in the cavern came out completely different, half infused with this rock that deformed their bodies but also gave them immense strengths they hadn’t had before.

Ahilyah ends up with horrible burns/scars across the right side of her body (and flecks on her left). The warrior’s right eye glows like the Azurite does, and parts of her scars sometimes glow if she gets too enraged. She goes into blind rages whenever she loses control of herself, going into a frenzy due to the Azerite in her system.

For Singlar, he’s got these giant rocks (kinda like the rock giants in Deepholm?) sticking out of his back, pulsing every time his heart beats. His eyes turn from an ice blue to brilliant gold, and the veins along his body pulse the same color. He’s got burns along the skin that isn’t infused with Azerite, and the back of his head/neck have diamonds/Azerite crystal hybrids growing out of it.

(The other dwarves and gnomes come out looking similar to Singlar, only with their own molecular type – some have sandstone/Azerite, sapphire/Azerite, etc. Each one’s experiences with the Azerite infusion range wildly to “this sucks” to “what could go wrong?”)

((I want to make an entire post about what gnomes, dwarves, goblins, and (maybe) humans taking baths in this stuff would do to them (being descendants of the Titan constructs and all), since the initial “explosion” can’t really be recreated. So it’ll just add to that layer of “well this might actually suck for us” by being so dependent on Azerite.))

#ask #ask answered #Singlar #Ahilyah #warrior #warrior oc #paladin #paladin oc #dwarf #dwarf oc #worgen #worgen oc #nelf #nelf oc #wow #wow oc #world of warcraft oc #world of warcraft #oc

[dailysarina]

The Sarina Project

Ok so I gotta put a little A/N at the start of this one beacuse I realized I have to make a litttttllllleee change to this story. Soz. Annyywaaayyyy... I’ve decided to change the POV from first person to third person, which I know is probably SUPER annoying for you but I promise this chapter would work better if it was not just from Karina’s POV. So I hope y’all are ready for some ~e p i c~ punk!Sarah thoughts ^-^

The Sarina Project

Chapter 18: I Hate My Freinds

“Are you sure your ready to do this?” Emily viciously inquired of DJ, who just happened to be sitting next to her. (A/N: Remember, Karina is NOT narrating this she is NOT HERE hehe ^-^)

“Are you kidding??? I’m literally James Bond,” DJ said, popping the p. “I’ve snuck into like 15 classrooms already this year.”

“OMG ME TOO!” Emily said back in response to DJ.

“Ya exactly we snuck into those classrooms together,” DJ unimpressedly said. They both laughed at Emily’s forgetfulness.

“Haha,” she laughed, giggling.

“Ok lets go,” DJ said, immediately jumping into a James Bond somersault and kicking the door to the classroom. Emily crept in behind him, her greenish, hazelish, slightly brown speckled balls of sight gazing over the cold, lifeless, OPPRESSIVE, torture seats... aka... DESKS. (A/N: hahahahhahaha I hate school sum1 halp plz 😭😂)

“There’s no one in here,” Emily said after about ten minutes observations.

“Wow it’s not like I can see the exact same classroom,” DJ sarcastically quipped back at her in such a tone that only DJ could recreate.

“Just get to the desk,” Emily said, deciding to suddenly use her gymnastics skills to backflip across the room and onto the teacher’s desk.

“Wow I, definitely good enough for the olympics if I can do that,” Emily said, obviously very very proud of her recent accomplishments. Ever since she was two days and fifteen hours and 32 minutes old, she had wanted to be an Olympic gymnast. Gymnastics was her LAIFE!! (A/N: Chipotle is laiiifffeee heh XD). DJ rolled his brown orbs he used for seeing almost every day back into his head at Emily’s showyoffiness and walked over to the same teachers desk Emily was standing on.

“I saw Mrs. Bersbedasukeon put the paper with our group project partners on the third drawer from the bottom on the right said,” DJ told Emily, DABBING and pointing toward the correct drawer. Emily pulled open the drawer and grabbed the single piece of paper sitting on there. A piece of paper that could change the life of ALL THE NAMES ON IT. This paper would be the most sacred thing Emily would touch in a long time.

“This piece of paper is so precious,” Emily hugged the paper to her chest while violently popping her p’s.

“Just switch the names!!!!,!!!!!!!” DJ annoyingly said, banging on the desk to gain Emily’s attention back. Emily nodded and started whiting out a few names on the paper with... WHITE OUT; which she had conveniently stashed in her coat pocket and had just pulled out for this specific reason.

(A/N: okiiii idk how to describe this next part because it always plays like a movie in my head... if that makes sense... IDK. But anyway I’m gonna write this next part like a script so it’s easier for y’all to understand. Remember dailysarina cares about her followers!!! ;))

Emily: *quickly runs white out over a few ^convenient^ names*

DJ: *rewrites the new group partners aS THEY SHOULD BE*

“Good. That’s good,” Emily said as DJ forged the teachers’ handwriting. Then the super sneaky spy duo (A/N: “Nice use of alliteration” -Mr. Scoggins, my English teacher haha jk I would DIE if he read this lol xD) left the classroom until the next day.

THE NEXT DAY............,,....

I enter through the doorway to my art class, brushing my newly dyed pink hair out of my eyes and adjusting my lilac colored flower crown. ‘I wonder if Sarah will notice my hair?’ I wonder. Wait. WHY DID I THINK THAT?? Ugh this is so annoying. Sarah is literally the scariest person I’ve ever seen and yet I am CONSTANTLY worried about what she thinks of me. What is up with that?? It probably just because I’m a weird person, and that’s what weird people do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Ew your hair looks like a fairy threw up on it,” Sarah quipped at me the second I walked in the room, without even making eye contact. What the heck?!??,.! Why is she so MEAN? “You also look like that girl from LazyTown.” OH THAT’S IT.

“Yeah, well... you look like Susie from DELTARUNE!” I screamed back at her, crossing my arms in satisfaction. I can’t believe I actually stood up to her! She didn’t get mad and punch me in the face like I thought she would. She didn’t even yell another insult back at me. She just smiled a bit, and went back to drawing a skull and cross bones on her ripped jeans with eyeliner. I skip over to a giggling Emily and DJ, who were sitting at the table next to Sarah, and sit down, fluffing the skirt of my light pinkish salmon dress as I sit.

“What are you laughing about?” I say to my freinds, who seem to be cackling about something I don’t know about. Are they laughing at me?? I wouldn’t be surprised if they were, considering all my old friends at my old school started bullying me for being weird. UGH! WHy is being weird so hard in high school??

“Nooooiittththhhhhiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg............” the blonde haired girl and the brown eyed boy said in complete unison. Ok, that was creepy, I’m just going to ignore that.

“I will now read out the partners I’ve assigned for this art project y’all will be working on,” our teacher, Mrs. Bersbedasukeon yelled at us. I really hope I get a good partner that doesn’t make fun of my pink hair. And I rreeeeaaallllly hope I don’t get Sarah. ANYONE BUT SARAH.

“The first pair will be Karina and Sarah.”

...

...

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“Ummm, can I please- but I am cut off by the rudest teacher to ever exist. She just goes on giving out partners like I don’t have a problem with mine. HOW RUDE IS THAT

“Ugghhhhhhh now our project is gonna be covered in rainbows and glitter and pink flowers, gross.” Sarah said, banding her head on the table. I feel like I’m about to cRY. THIS IS GONNA BE H O R R I B L E. why does all the horrible stuff always have to happen to me? My life sucks,

“Well have fun with you Project, you guys,” Emily quips sarcastically, popping the p, but I did NOT think it was funny. She gets to work with DJ, and that’s NOT FAIR. why can’t THEY work with Sarah???” At least they sort of l i k e her.

This is probably all their fault.

I hate them sooooooo much. :( 😭

...

WHOOOAAAAAAAA CLIFFHANGERRRRRRRR!!! xD. Soz that this chapter was a little confusing but a lot of stuff that needed to happen so the story can finally pick up (I can’t believe I’ve written 18 chapters!!!) I honestly think this is the best thing I’ve ever written, but REMEMBER. I have NEVER written anything before this is my FIRST time trying fanfic and I really don’t want anyone to judge me. Don’t be r00d LOLOLOLOL.

On a different note........ my mom is FINALLY taking our family to Chicago and I’m literally going to be spending all week hunting for my two favorite people EEEEEEEEEE. I’m hoping to see them at least 7 times, maybe more? I mean I know what kind of places they like to eat at and where they hang out with people (don’t ask me how I know I’ll never tell hehehehe) so it shouldn’t be too hard to find them. By the end of the week they’re gonna LOVE ME! xD xD Anywayyyyy because of that I probably won’t be writing another chapter next week, but I will still be posting d a n k memes about our children! Dailysarina is signing off now hehe. Peace!!! ✌️

[greglephant]

Better Left Alone part 2

blood cw kinda, gore cw kinda,   part 1 here  part 3 here

Theres hands touching him, turning him? He’s not sure of anything other then than the pain. “Be careful! don’t move him, if you move him you could make it worse!”. Voices. Loud and muffled at the same time like trying to listen through the bottom of a lake. “If we don’t do something now, he’s going to die. Hunk, help Coran. Pidge-” 

Lance stops listening at that point. Someone is touching him again, all he can register is the pain. It’s horrible, ripping through him like bullets in his veins. He cant move but he can feel everything. The wind rushing through the wound in his stomach. The pain spreading out from it is unbearable, like hammers ripping through his flesh, pulling out the nails.

He never once in his life thought he’d know what it was like to feel air blowing against his organs but here they were, exposed and bleeding profusely. He is going to die here and his friends are going to have to see it, they’re going to have to see the life leave his eyes. He could feel his conscious slipping again. Someone was yelling but he couldn’t make it out in the haze, everything is going dark.

He can feel himself waking slowly, confused. The crypods doors open and he’s falling into arms. Before Lance can register what is happening his eyes widen, panic filling him quickly, he falls back. “Shiro!”, he shouts it, looking around frantically. “Where is he? he’s-” memories are flooding him. Shiro is gone. was never here, not really. He can hear the blood rushing through his ears, pounding. The sound of someone telling him to calm down, breath. Do they not realize the situation they’re in? He’s panicking.

There’s a steadying hand on his back and the person commands him to breath again. He can’t do anything if he doesn’t, the room is already spinning so he breaths.   In.    Out.     In.     Out.   Slower and slower each time until he’s breathing at a steady pace again. 

Lance takes a moment to assess his surroundings, to catch back up to reality. He just came out of a cryopod. Hunk is helping hold him up, Coran is rubbing his back patiently, an encouraging smile on his face. Allura is standing in front of him clearly worried, wringing her hands. Pidge isn’t any better though they’re trying to hide it, feigning an annoyed look. The black lion is gone, and how is he alive?

“How am I alive?”. Hunk blanched, coran started coughing. He didn’t mean to be so blunt but, what? What? “I was sure I was a goner. I felt my, you know-” Lance made a vague gesture towards his stomach “Falling out,”. 

"Well, my boy. You were in quite the state! We couldn’t move you right away  because as you uh, implied gesturally your organs weren’t stable! The cryopods can fix the damage but it can’t recreate these things! Luckily for you, this old altean does have some good experience dealing with wounds. I had Hunk here go fetch the medical equipment I needed so I could stitch you right up and get you in this baby right away!”. 

Coran said everything with such enthusasim, gesturing wildly but it was clear he was leaving things out. Lance doubted just stitching him up would be enough especially with the look on hunks face, who was clearly trying not to gag at the memory, but he wasn’t an alien doctor with magical healing pods so what does he know?

Hunk frowned “We were really worried about you, buddy. When we got there there was so much blood everywhere, I thought-” He cuts the thought off. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he said looking ready to cry, Pulling on all of lance’s heart strings. Before Lance could respond Pidge punched him softly in the arm. 

“Yeah, idiot! you can’t go dying on us like that who’s going to take care of Ketlenecker, and taste test all of Hunks weird concoctions!”. Pidge’s face said more then their words, the anxiety and fear still there. “Aww, Pidge! You really do care!” lance laughed. 

Hunk couldn’t contain himself anymore he started crying loudly picking both Pidge and Lance up in a tight hug. “I love you guys so much!,” he cried loudly. Lance laughed patting hunk on the arm with his free one. “We love you too, big guy!”. his laughter only growing as Coran threw himself into the hug.

Allura smiled softly at the scene in front of her. They deserved this moment after everything. Even with the cryopods it was questionable whether or not Lance would make it for the first hour or two. It was terrifying for all of them, having no idea if they were going to lose their friend with no way of knowing how he came to be in that state. They really did deserve this, and she hated to interrupt, but there were pressing matters at hand that have to be addressed. 

She coughed loudly in her hand succeeding in getting their attention as three heads snapped to her direction. Hunk let go of the two, sensing the change in the atmosphere. "Lance, I’m sorry, but Shiro is gone and so is The black lion. You were attacked in the hanger. Do you remember what happened?,” Allura asked. 

His face paled and he looked away from her, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s a nervous habit he wishes he could stop but he’s never been the best at self control when it comes to that type of thing. “Yeah, I remember,” He remembers everything. It makes it hard to breath. The more he thinks about it the more panicked he gets. He doesn’t understand why he’s reacting like this he’s not in danger anymore but it’s like it’s happening all over again.

It must be written on his face because Coran laid a hand on his shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. He gave a weak one in return hoping Coran understood how much he appreciates it. “It was Shiro,” Alluras face filled with shock and confusion. “What do you mean, “”it was shiro””?” .

Lance let out a huff of breath, resisting the urge to avoid her eyes. “Shiro attacked me. only, it wasn’t really Shiro. Hasn’t been for awhile I think,” He paused, considering how he wanted to say this. “I think when we found Shiro it wasn’t Shiro. Like a clone made to think like Shiro or maybe he was being mind controlled I’m not sure on the specifics. All I know is that definitely was not our shiro,” he said firmly.

Allura shook her head, reeling. She walked over to the couch needing to sit down, everyone following behind her to take their own seats. “While I agree there is no way our Shiro would ever do something like this why do you think he must be a clone or that this has been going on for awhile? What exactly happened down there?”. 

Lance bit his lip, and ran a hand through his hair. Ah fidgeting, the tried and true friend. “He’s been weird lately, which okay, I know sounds stupid and he was abducted again so he had every right to be weird and snappy but I have a point,” He said before anyone could interrupt him. 

“When we all had to go on the astral plain he was calling to me. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but he looked desperate. I asked him about it but he didn’t remember a thing. He told me later that he doesn’t feel like himself. It made me think about the way he’s been acting, and I started to wonder. I’ve heard haggar can do a lot of horrible things, right? What if she could make a clone or mind control?”.

Allura nodded. “Haggar has great power if it’s possible than unfortunately I believe she’d be the one to find a way, but how did that get us here and how is he able to fly the black lion?” A blush colored Lance’s cheeks as he looked away. “Lance, what did you do?” Pidge said accusation clear in their voice.

“I didn’t do anything!” he cried out, throwing his hands up. “I just maybe, sort of, asked him if he knew anything about Haggar and clones and mind control,” he trailed off quietly. the look of pure exasperation from Pidge was clear so he continued before they could say anything. “How was I supposed to know he was going to try and murder me? I expected at max some serious suspicion not “”it’s murder time!”!” 

Pidge let out a huff of a laugh. “I guess I can’t blame you. Still, it was stupid to do that alone. Why didn’t you just tell one of us?” 

“I didn’t really think you guys would believe me,” he said with a shrug. It was true and they felt it. They would tell him he’s being paranoid and to calm down. That Shiro was just adjusting. Allura sighed leaning forward. “You’re right. As my paladin, it’s my responsibility to listen to your concerns. I apologize for making you feel like I wouldn’t. I want you to know you can come to me about anything, lance, I’m here for you,” she said with conviction, hoping Lance would trust her.

“Still,” she paused. “If that wasn’t Shiro then that begs the question, what was this impostor doing?” she crossed her legs, tapping her knee. “If he just wanted to wipe out Voltron he had ample opportunity and clearly had the means,” she said nodding towards lance as if it wasn’t clear. “Maybe he was trying to get our information on the rebellion, find all of their hideouts and learn our weakness?,” Pidge suggested. 

“And the Blade Of Marmora. Why take out one or two parts when you can get rid of the whole thing?,” Lance added. Allura nodded her agreement “That’s definitely a possibility but it doesn’t change that we’re missing a paladin and a lion. If Haggar has her claws in Shiro then that most likely means they already have The black lion. We have to find out where they are and act immediately. The longer they have access to the black lion the more dangerous it is, and we must find our Shiro.” 

#langst #langst fic #kuron #not as langsty as the first one but it's got langst build up #anyways just pretend lotor like is still being cartoon loki in the clear cell? #but have some hurt comfort #if I write a part 3 I'll dive into the langst a lot more #but that's a big if

[twistedesire]

Delusional Dream

Clenched fists, closed minds They've come for her She wasn't hard to find Weak and drugged They tie her to a chair Beating her senseless A man grabs her by the hair "You had a good man, don'tchya think" She spits her blood in his face Speaking mockingly without a care "I prefer my bitches with a stronger bite than their bark" Smirking at his bloody disgrace He giggles a chilly laugh "Give her that bath" "We heard you've been actin a little nuts so we come to help clarify that for ya" He snaps his fingers and she's untied but dragged by her hair to the bathroom Her screams could be heard echoing back by her mother's soon But she didn't get to hear her mother's cries They pour a bath freezing cold Throw her in and slip in the rat poison waiting for her to die They dunk her in with masks and gloves Struggling she then gives up Sitting in the tub the toxins take effect "Any words to your love that you still choose to neglect?" The mention of his name drives the fire more She gasps with disdain "tell that little bitch to stop being such a momma's whore" Once again she's being dragged from a room to another But this time it's the bedroom And she's too weak to fight another The men throw her on the bed and two grabbed each leg The things they almost did, the things they said She rests gasping for air and covered in poisoned bath water And as her head thumps inside her skull exploding She can hear the constant ringing Her stomach churning like a storm is ready to erupt The sweat from her skin, is that sweat or is it blood? She can hear men whisper outside her window And his face appeared, a spark did glow "Please don't recreate the rape" Were his words to her And she got so angry she grabbed whatever strength she could muster And rolled backwards and hit him with both fists clenched together like a hammer "Lets finish her" they grab her back into the shadows of the room And for that one moment she gave him a look of fear and sadness Praying he'd feel some sort of shame or pity and confess his badness The men began unclothing her getting ready to take turns And before she almost passed out she swung her hidden dagger at the first genital to remove The men quickly began tucking themselves in Violence against the weak should be an even darker sin Her head is thrashing, she's about to pass out She can hear her mother crying and shouting about The weakness and tears start streaming Her vision blurry now but she goes out blindly screaming And as they beat her senseless furthermore They leave with words like "what a useless whore" Body aching, mind going numb and her vision mere blotches of color She shakily gets up to get help but she cant tell the walls and the floor from each other Sweating but cold and blindly struggling on her hands and feet She passes out in front of her furnace breathing in, what she feels, is fumes from the heat And inside her final thoughts and mind She discovers sanity in death is easier to find The men were all in a Russian mafia and this was just a regular nightmare The fumes in whispers spoken after her eyes closed Were that of a gas leak that damaged her mind the most And as her soul left her body she witnessed a moment that brought her soul to mourn The man she first loved, the one she was tattered and torn for Was sitting in the backseat of these thugs car But it was his words that shattered her apart "Why would you love a broad like that" Spoke a man lighting a cigarette His words were "I don't know" with a weak shrug He laughed and he smiled as i lay dying Her firey soul turned to a shattered flame in her being All she thought she knew of love now wilted inside All the colors and beauty of the world now transitioned to black and white And even though the screams of her soul were on another plane of existence The one she thought she loved didn't even turn his head as the cars drove off Muffled cries could be heard in the back of one But she never got to discover who was screaming when her ears rung And as her body lay broken, beaten and battered It was her past lovers disdain of her existence that made her soul so shattered Imagining in her mind meeting him again In heaven she'll confront him like a best friend And then rip his heart through his dick and crush it in her hands Right before his very eyes repeating as planned "Does it hurt my friend? Do you want me to stop?!" And as he begs for mercy she pretends to hand the mangled heart back with a cruel drop Telling him the exact words he whispered to her as she told him it hurts and to quit Mockingly she whispered close to his ear"'no, it feels too good' doesn't it" And as his eyes widened in fear Before he could send one last manipulating tear She pushed backwards into the fires of a place much worse than the depths of even the gods' dark domain Giving that one last kiss he desired before breaking her heart Lying, cheating, stealing and grabbing her till she fell mentally apart And the words he could not hear because the inferno had consumed him whole And the screaming sound of him crying for his mother had long drown out her final words Were "even after all the lies and emotional manipulations I would have still held your light with my own and made it above the very sun But as your words spoke true of the type of man you are I'd sooner keep these boons and carry these scars Than consider you a loved old friend from much years of "enjoyment" But yet 8 years and we weren't a match Proposing 6 times with 3 rings And confessing "i love you" after one week I gave in to the throes of you love Because i wanted to finally know what it's like to be have someone to think of But your love was a mere blindfold of all the lies you told You mine as well have poisoned me with the deceit you let unfold"

[shaddy-bee]

I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 300 YEARS BUT-

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Right now theres uhh Notebooks, both school and 1 art. Drink mix ins, with such great flavors as sour apple jolly rancher and crush pineapple (tm) Two packs of cards, one of which steam punk themed and the other your regular ol bicycle. A calculator. Its a shitty old one but its for tests, i have google and shit for anything i need myself.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A roommate. Idk if he is gay or what but he isnt straight, name’s will. Chill dude. Sleepin rn, what a fella MY SICK ASS COMPUTER IM MISSING OUT ON BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS ASLEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA PLAY ROCKET LEAGUE WITHOUT LAGGING TO HELL also programming my mods. Need to upload that shit. Shit what number we on, 3? Okay cool. A bed. Wow really a bed in your bedrooM? yeah its pretty fuckin spectacular i know. I dont have posters n shit so like i gotta be creative you feel. A microfridge. Now i know what youre thinking, “ah a small fridge whats the big deal?” but no you dont understand, its a microwave fucking bolted onto the top of a fridge. They gave zero fucks attaching these two together and apparently the name is the same way, WHY NOT A FRIDGEWAVE EVEN LIKE MICROFRIDGE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A SMALL FRI- Last but not least, im tempted to just say my wallet here tbh, cuz its old but like, youd EXPECT that now would you? Something boring and mundane for me to fill out the word count with making everything super exciting so nah man, fuck it. Theres air in my bedroom. Fight me.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Make a videogame. Like okay, a lot of stuff on this list is jokes and stuff, and I know im going into too much detail and my followers will probably murder me in cold blood for this shit, but im serious about this one like - i have some ideas, but i never have the motivation alone to like work whole-heartedly and finish one but like, at some point in the future id love to sit down and just go at it and make a game. Doesnt matter if its popular or big or small just i wanna make something that i love ya feel? I wanna like, go to newark, delaware. I know, its delaware and all, no one lives there, but ive met a bunch of cool people there and i was promised a donut run sometime, so lookin forward to that. Yknow that post awhile back that was like “i dont wanna be rich and like buy shit, i just wanna have enough money to throw at kickstarters whenever i want without having to strain on my food and rent costs” thats me. 100% Like i wanna have just enough money to be able to donate to cool people and watch them do cool shit - it wont always work out but thats fine, I just love shit. I wanna be able to donate like the high prize and fly out to meet these game studios for coffee and shit and just talk with em and see their passion and ideas. I love it. Im not actually really sure besides those. Like idk. I think itd be cool to enter a game tournament with my brother and win, but i doubt thatll happen and its not super like on my desires just itd be cool cuz we named ourselves Sora and Shiro after NGNL and to see that like, have us win would be great. Yeah. Ill make my fifth to think of a fifth one.

5 things on my to do list

FLOPPY DICKS i mean disks. Floppy disks. I do binding of isaac ab+ modding shit, and im currently working (its mostly done for what i want it to do) which adds a new consumable called floppy disks, effects are based on viruses, bugs, and just computer based shit. Like BSOD for instance, which makes the screen literately bluescreen. Or atleast look like it. Cant wait to watch people play with it. I gotta work on the programming class project too but honestly i dont waannnaaa. Like its cool as shit. Recreate a card game using c++ code. But man, i just love Apocrypha and Floppies so much more. Eat today???? Please. Dining hall opens in 3 hours. Its goddamn 4 am. I want my food. Dunno if ill get it - if ill stay awake till then. But i want it. Probably draw some stuff? Like i posted one drawing already (check it out if u wanna ;) kay?) but like theres wacom tablets here i can just kinda use whenever???? its great. I love being able to just draw stuff on em. Even if i suck at drawing, even if it took 10 hours to make the one i posted here, still love. Probably play more rocket league. Sleep first, soon as i get that food im CRASHIN BOI IM OUTTIE HA but uhh, rocket league has a halloween thing rn and i like playing it. Was playing earlier today and i matchd with a dude in 2v2 that had the same car, skin, AND colors set up as mine. Totaly random. We kicked some major ass together. I kept thinking of the same hat comic the entire time. (also my card was superior because it had furry ears on it ;))

5 things that make me happy

Getting an idea for a thing and working at said thing until like boom it went from this abstract idea to now it has a physical form and it works! And its fun and its great and i can share it with other people and they can have fun too!!!! that feeling is wonderful.  Obviously friends man. Just doing shit with people can be so great sometimes - like not all the time sure but like man. Its nice to talk to people and share experiences and just smile and tell bad jokes and have them groan but like it anyway like thats the shit. Going out at 2 am and walking to a nearby run down schoolyard and swinging on the swingsets and watching shooting stars burn up. Thats the good shit. Getting tents and setting em up in your friends back yard when your friend from far away comes up for a few days, and playing ridiculous games in a group like kick the can or fuckin zombie screaming your lungs out in the dark to freak em out, or just talkin around a fire about fuckin life man. The people make life great. Shits worth living for. I realize that last answer covered a LOT of shit but like, im just gonna add here videogames. Would be amiss if i didnt mention that, considering the rocket league rant above lmao. Yeah i better not make this category any longer.

5 things I’m (currently) into

Isaac modding, probably will be for awhile. Its good shit. As a suggestion from one of the people I work with (we also fuck around its a good time) i have started watching space dandy. Its a slow progress through lol like an episode or two a day but god man like its pretty ridiculous and the main character is pretty much everything i was expecting from seeing him everywhere. Rocket league again. It comes and goes with various different games to tide me over, give me a break from working. Bout 2 months ago or so said relaxing time was dominated by anime - i suddenly went on like a massive streak of watching shit. By that i mean, i watched all of hunter x hunter in like 2 weeks, among other shows prior to it. But yeah. Fuck man HXH I LOVED THE KING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I have too many emotions about that. I wrote a rant to the Groupchat (tm) about the fucking battle and how everything is in slow motion but it fucking like makes it like foreshadowed and have so much of an impact and still so much fucking happens even while everything runs at super slow mo just GOD KLASFJBHUGHASFIUHIPJASK anyway. Yeah. Music, as always im listening to like constantly. Wireless headphones are a wonder for this, but uhh....i cant say im especially into any specific thing rn right? Like a bit ago i was super into joywave and then that faded out and now im just listening to whatever random shit, yknow? But I am into music in general. Its good. Art! A lot of times i dont do shit like for drawing right, like especially not in like pencil in notebooks but like, i sorta started doing a lot more art stuff? Like i had a period awhile back last year where i stopped using pencils and used only pens and i just loved the aesthetic of the ink like how it looked (funny how im doing the opposite of the fucking inktober though, huh?) but yeah im back into using pencils to draw shit occasionally. Im still terrible at drawing people (which is what i see mostly everyone drawing on tumblr lmao RIP) but its fun to sketch stuff out and just let my thoughts run and bounce to some music and shit right? Also the tablets. Especially with the tablets.

5 things people may not know about me (at least on tumblr)

I basically constantly wear sweatshirts, and they all have like earbuds where the strings go. All the earbud shits are broken pretty much, like occasionally they work (the one i have rn does) but like, i dont ever really use them? i have wireless headphones for my phone and a headset (because i need the mic for my computer) for said computer so like, idk. But yeah. I rarely take em off when im not home, and sometimes even when i am i just kinda keep em anyway? (also just now i realized i talked in the section for room shit about all the stuff in my current dorm, my room at home has all KINDS of wierd fucking shit in it. Really missed an opportunity there.) Like many people i like to stay hydrated and shit, but drinking water all the time seemed like a chore more than anything so i got like drink mix ins and shit, mio’s or whatever offbrand version you can find at your local SUPERSTORE CONGLOMERATE. I drink em like all the time pretty much so atleast im health in one way :P. Also gummy vitamins. I dont excercise but you can only ask for so much. Idk, its hard to think of things for this section because tumblr knows so little about me yknow? Like i never make my own posts or shit like its SUPER rare so im pretty much just tryna find random facts but that might not be interesting? Like i have a bad habbit of like talking way too loud when im excited about something right? Not quite yelling but like getting there and like idk. See? Thats not super interesting but it is something no one online would be able to really know ya feel? Idk. I mean physically im kinda fat as you do, but im also like wierdly strong? Like for someone who never works out i sure do have arm strength if nothing else lmao. My endurance is shit tho. Honestly? I can only blame it on osu and groceries. Osu is just a game i like where you mash buttons to the beat of weaboo shit tier music. The groceries is just because like, well, my policy is Least Trips Possible which means carrying in 13 bags at a time if need be it, fuck it milk too? And a watermellon? Bring it. 

Who am I tagging? Idk man. Just for shits and stuff tho i do wanna tag @theoriginalyami just to see what all’s changed in teh long time since i actually went to fill it out :P Dont feel like you have to add as much as me tho omg @milkchocolateowl because honestly? love you. Think about you a lot, just like glad im mutuals with that ray of sunshine. Good. @fantaledfish <3 (this is the friend i mentioned earlier, runs a QUALITY blog i guarantee it, better than mine for sure) @dragonfucker-supreme always top in my notes, a silent bond, like two guards assigned to watch back to back in the early dawn. Birds gather round. I can only tag so many people (i set myself a limit of 5 because...idk why i just mentally it felt right) so for my last trick gotta go with @ask-oncies-jizz like cmon man name changes for the win, also has quality icons and quality shitposts tbh, supreme top meme. Have fun yall.

#god im #sorry #this is long #i hope its atleast somewhat enjoyable though yknow? #<3 #shaddy-online

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here’s some old ask games that I never got around to and some new ones that reminded me to do all of these in the first place :) x 

30 Questions

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

tagged by @anysantiago  thanks for tagging me!xxx

1. Nicknames? n/a 2. Gender? female 3. Star sign? libra 4. Height? 168cm? 5. Time? 12:01am 6. Birthday? october 1st 👀 soon 7. Favourite bands? i don’t really listen to bands specifically more just different songs from different bands 8. Favourite solo artist? i don’t really listen to artists specifically more just different songs from different artists 9. Song stuck in my head? dusk till dawn by zayn and sia 10. Last movie you watched? the parent trap 11. Last show you watched? parks and recreation  12. When did I create my blog? i created this blog last year but i’ve been on this site since 2011 rip 13. What do I post? tv shows, movies, photography and art posts, aesthetic posts, text posts.... whatever I want really :D 14. Last thing I googled? colin trevorrow because i was googeling why he’s no longer directing the new star wars movie :o 15. Do you have other blogs? I have old blogs yeah but they’re inactive and then i have dumb side blogs off this one that I rarely use 16. Do you get asks? sometimes yeah! (pls talk to me ) 17. Why did you choose your url? bc I love her 18. Following? 167 19. Followers? 3.5k 20. Favourite colours? pink 21. Average hours of sleep? depends on what time i wake up in the morning but I always go to sleep around 1/2am (rip me on the days i have class at 8am) 22. Lucky number? good question I wish I had one!!! 23. Instruments? n/a 24. What am I wearing? the softest jumper in the world from zara 25. How many blankets I sleep with? one 26. Dream job? a job that makes me happy 27. Dream trip? wherever the northern lights are 28. Favourite food? spring rolls atm 29. Nationality? australian but my great, great however many grandparents came to australia as convicts from england 30. Favourite song now? I love waves by dean lewis atm

15 Songs Tag

tagged by @colewald​ <3 xx

my current favourite songs in this very specific moment in time 

1955 - hilltop hoods

glorious - skylar green, etc

waves - dean lewis

black hole - she & him

the louvre - lorde

homesick - dua lipa

turn to white - she & him

fake magic - peking duk

hard feelings - lorde

I’ve got your number, son - she & him

nina - ed sheeran

hopeless - halsey 

new rules - dua lipa

long live - taylor swift

dusk till dawn - zayn and sia

tagged by @wewriteletters​​ thank you! xx

Relationship status: very single Favorite color: dusty rose pink atm Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick Last song I listened to: a song from dua lipa’s album but i dont remember which  Last movie I watched:  the parent trap Top three TV shows: new girl, bones, friends  Top three characters: jess, brennan, sweets Top three ships:  nick x jess, chuck x sarah, april x andy Books I’m currently reading: trying to read the raven cycles but im so slow

twenty questions

tagged by @birdsovprey​ and @colewald​ two pure beans xxoxoxox

name: cleo nicknames: n/a zodiac: libra height: 168cm? favorite fruit: i lov grapes favorite season: autumn bc i like the cold but not too cold favorite animal: doggos favorite book: the velveteen rabbit  favorite flower: little white flowers in bunches favorite scent: rain favorite color: pink coffee | tea | hot cocoa average hrs of sleep: depends on what time i get up in the morning but i always go to sleep around 1-2am  cats or dogs (but also both) favorite fictional character: it’s so hard to chose just one omg??? jess day, temperance brennan, lance sweets, april ludgate, sarah walker, nick miller, rachel green etc etc etc dream trip: wherever the northern lights are blog created: 2016 number of followers: 3.5k random fact: i loved vegemite chocolate when they were selling it in supermarkets and i am highkey sad i cant buy it anymore

#tagged #about me