#finally being 5'3 pays off

[underscorehealy]

producer in crime: chapter 2; watch what happens next

wc: 960 something

cw: none

an: hiiii!!! thank you all for being so so patient with chapter 2 and i'm so sorry for all the delays. massive props and thank yous to @abouttofillhisshoes for proofreading and editing for me!!! anyways, i hope you all enjoy <3

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Monday arrives faster than you could've imagined. With no time to spare, you’re rushing in and out of stores on Sunday, trying to find some type of business appropriate dress. You eventually cave on a yellow, sunflower floral dress with a pair of white heels, tying the outfit together with a heart necklace that your mom had gifted you when you moved out to london. With Monday morning having finally arrived, you wake up with a rush of adrenaline and excitement. 9 am on the dot, you're out of your flat and taking a stroll down to your local coffee shop and hoping Matty is doing the same. Opening the door behind you, you hear running footsteps approach you.

"Ah- shit! Stella!" you look over to your right just to see matty rushing over to you just to catch the door. you step back a bit just to embrace his arrival.

"Em, you good there, matty?" you say as you begin to giggle.

"Yeah, yeah" he mutters as he gives a slap on the shoulder trying to catch his breath.

You let him take a deep breath and console him after he returns to a normal state. "Erm- yeah, can i get an oat milk latte, please?" you say as you place your order. "Watcha want, Matty?"

You can't help but blush watching Matty order. His sweet and soft accent is like music to your ears. and don't get yourself started on his freckles. He's just everything you could've ever wished for in a man. You pay for him, and Matty flashes you a smile. The two of you spent what felt like hours talking about everything there is to talk about. From life, your cat, music, to movies, sports, everything you and Matty both enjoy.

You cherished the time the two of you got to spend together developing a friendship. He seemed to really enjoy it too. Whenever he spoke, you were so utterly captivated by his soft northern british accent. It's so light and soft yet so strong and recognizable. You remember being freshly 16 when the 1975's debut came out. You and your friends were out clubbing when chocolate played over the speakers. You were so drawn into Matty's deep accent but when you remember his old accent compared to the one he has now, it's less deep. You couldn't lie, you definitely fit into the stereotype of not knowing what Matty is saying in that song.

"Alright, well, I suppose we should head off to the office, yeah? I don't mind driving you to the office and back. s'all good." he says with a light smile. "That'd be great. Thank you so much.'' He smiles and nods in response.

Like the gentlemen he is, he opens the passenger door for you before getting himself in. You blush in response to the kind gesture. You both chat a bit in the car with the radio on, mainly talking about the song that was currently playing, but the conversation stops once you two arrive at the office. Matty helps you around the building and guides you into the meeting room. Until now, you'd never really realized how much taller he is than you. You stand at an unimpressive 5'3 and you aren't exactly sure how tall he is. It's a running joke in the 1975 fandom that Matty's incredibly short but when you look at band pictures, you can totally see it. The meeting eventually started and the entire thing felt very relaxed.

Jamie and George were really good at being able to communicate with you and you talked about the cover for the album. They were going to have Jordan, the band's main photographer, help out with any sort of album promo and covers. The most important factor, though, was changing the name of the album. You weren't exactly sure what you wanted to change it to but you would surely let Jamie know. The meeting doesn't last as long as you'd originally thought so you and Matty are back in his car in which he agreed to drop you off back at your flat after the meeting. The conversation you two were having earlier resumes. nothing less than pleasant. Once you arrive back home, Matty gives you a warm and gentle smile placing a thumb on your thigh. "Thank you so much Stells. I appreciate it."

'Stells'. that nickname just made your heart pace. You stutter out a ‘you're welcome’ and enter the lobby straight up to your flat, so grateful to have such lovely people make your dreams come true.

#matty #matty the 1975 #drive like i do #the 1975 #bfiafl #matty healy #at their very best #matty healy fanfiction #iliwysfyasbysuoi #matty healy x reader

[archaiclumina]

15 questions, 15 friends

tagged by @tsupertsundere (✿◠‿◠)⋆˙⟡♡

Are you named after anyone? Yes… my cousin who lives in Italy. I've met her only twice tho.

Do you have kids? Do four unruly cats count? c':

What sports do you play/have played? As a kid I played hockey, basketball and volleyball. But I was not good at any of them. I used to watch soccer with my Dad, and I usually try catch a little of Italy or Japan if they're playing in the world cup. As an adult I don't watch or play any sports besides what I mentioned above, unless you count esports. Then I watch a shitload of all of it for my job ε-(‐ω‐；)

Do you use sarcasm? It really depends on my mood. I am a bit ruthlessly sarcastic if someone pisses me off enough. But that usually only comes out when strangers are being rude to servers at restaurants or bars, or when someone is hassling the chick at the checkout. Or other times when people forget the world is a shared space and common courtesy is free.

What is the first thing you notice about people? This is a good question, I don't think I have a universal answer to this question. I think it varies depending on the circumstances of meeting a person. Face-to-face, I do pay a lot of attention to people's noses because I have a weird theory about what you can learn about a person from their nose but it would take too long to explain in this tag game. Also, I don't think it's the first thing I notice. I think it's something I start to pay attention to once I know someone for a little while. To give a more solid answer to the general vibe of this question though, the first thing I usually remember about people is what they did/said to make me laugh.

What is your eye color? Blue-grey. (omggg twinsies Vi!)

Scary movies or happy endings? What about an alternate third option: open-ended existential finales that leave you with many questions but still feeling overtly satisfied. Like watching Mulholland Drive!

Any talents? I think I'm absolutely peerless at avoiding this question.

Where were you born? Perth, Western Australia

What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, gardening, making vaporwave art, making soap, amassing too much music trivia.

Do you have any pets? Above mentioned four cats. All of varying ages. One is turning 21 this year (つД｀)

How tall are you? 5'3" or 160.2 cm

Favourite subject in school? English and History.

Dream job? I'll take Elliott from Stardew Valley's gig. Thanks!

ಇ.TAG TIME: ok friendos, let's go! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ (As always, no pressure to participate/nw if you've already done it!) @tacitruin (i know, i know, you already got tagged. idc, ilu c': ) @shroudkeeper, @starladyquasar, @mint-jellyfisch, @meatball-headache, @cadrenebula, @aethericfist, @thriftstorebabayaga, @ungrateful-cyborg, @corsair-kovacs, @it-maple-moff, @thefreelanceangel, @gatheredfates, @cheval-grand and @traveleorzea ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ಇ.

#ty for the tag gorgeous! #tag game #rare ooc

[vibingandsimping]

first and foremost thank you for taking this up ❤️ im demi straight 😚

i am 5'3 and a kiwi 🇳🇿 i have a slim build, bleached blonde hair down near my collarbone, blue eyes and dress super light academia!! i am an intp too!

i am a super big fan of ancient greece and the roman empire, and i am a very studious girl!! i am learning ancient greek actually, and i read a lot of books on homer sophocles socrates etc . i LOVE all things ancient. i am actually pretty dorky haha, and i tend to ramble about silly things im interested in and id def win a general knowlesge game show. 🥸 but initially upon meeting me there is a wall where i sort of have to mask a lot of my eccentric behaviour . i am also suppperr fidgety and love to bite & chew on things. around my neck is my car keys and my gym membership key card, and there is.... 2 many bite marks on that mf card. 💀 anywho i am often dazing off and stuck in my own head!

i guess finally i am super used to helping people without reciprocation, and feeling useful is super important for me !! and i hate asking people for things. it is very unusual feeling when people compliment/appreciate/help me and it comes with guilt(??) i am pretty oblivious so thats cool (flaws amiright). i am super dedicated and loyal for people i love and love having sole attention and praise 🤲 i can get skeptical of ppl easily though and i overthink!

THANK YOUUUU hopefully not too long i woke up to my air conditioning dripping on me .... it's 3am

(Commissions aren’t officially open yet but this was commissioned! Matchups are closed and I am answering those already in my inbox!)

This one feels obvious but you and Gale would get along!

You both share the qualities of being studious, bit of nerds/dorks and generally seem quite alike to me. Obviously not the exact same but my initial thought was Gale. He’d fall in love with listening to you talk about your interests (and hopefully you’d reciprocate the same for him.) To have someone as interested in the finer arts and general knowledge as him is such a thrill. Not everyone has such intellectual curiosity! He personally hasn’t much need for favors, besides early on when he needs assistance with the weave, but he appreciates it nonetheless. He’d prefer quality time and words of affirmation than anything. He has the patience to sit and get to know you beyond what you mask as. Gale would definitely find you interesting no matter the type of person you were. He just wants to get to know the real you.

The dust clouded your lungs as you wiped at a bookshelf in the dungeon. This place was long abandoned and was made clear from Shadowheart’s unease. Her complaining about being uncomfortable staying in this place for too long ringing in your ears nearly the entire time. Luckily, you found some time for yourself when this expansive library was uncovered. You were always seeking neat books and tomes to read, curse your curious nature, so the dust was a fair price to pay. Your finger scanned the wall before landing on one that caught your eye. Pulling it out carefully in fear of a trap. Once in your hands you scanned it over- audibly gasping in excitement. You felt as if you hit the jackpot. You tapped your feet a couple times and gnawed your lip as you opened the pages. You always had a fixation on ancient history of Faerûn. This, in particular, was about the Great Sphinx’s and their riddles. Telling the stories of ancient philosophers and the adventures they experienced. You read with rapt attention as your party conversed. The absence of yourself must’ve been noticed when Gale approached. A smile playing on his lips at how pleased you appeared. “I do hate interrupting the enjoyment of a well written book but everyone else seems to be getting antsy. I don’t think they can appreciate the finer details of historic libraries like we do.” The last sentence was spoken with a sarcastic humor that admittedly made you smile. Instead of responding to his comment, you closed the book and held it out to him. Gale leaning back a bit as you smiled sheepishly; realizing your enthusiasm got the better of you. “You must know this book, yes?” Gale clears his throat before nodding. You continue without skipping a beat. “This is a relic! My favorite riddle from the Sphinx’s comes straight from this! A first-hand copy.” Gale laughs and gently takes the book into his hands. Flipping through the pages with utmost care. Meanwhile, you watch and gnaw your lip once more. “What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two in the evening and three at night?” You recite in expertise. The wizard perks back up and joins you in unison for the answer. “A humanoid crawls on four legs as an infant, walks on two legs as an adult and walks with a cane in elder age!” You could very well see some side-eyes from the other party members. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest. It wasn’t often since the tapdole you got to ever geek out on your interests. Nonetheless someone who shared them to some extent! Gale breaks the bated silence. “I do believe we should get going. Though, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a glass of wine and discussing the rest of this literature?” You only smile, nod, and follow as he leads the way back towards the entrance. Your poor lip was about chewed to bits, though.

As for an NSFW pairing… Halsin might be your pair!

He does believe you to be the most beautiful woman around. Even if you won’t share him in your heart explicitly- he will in your sheets (or wherever you’d like do to the do). Halsin can do just about anything you’d wish for. Beyond all that he is a very sweet, attentive and caring elf. He’ll make sure that every night you spend with him is just as satisfying as the last if not better. He has admired you for some time now.

Your lips clash in a shared desperation. The adventure long and the tension between you two palpable. As soon as you two settled into camp and night fell- he was on you like a beast. Hoisting you around his hips as his hands clasped your rear. Your arms slinked around his neck, the kiss feverish, as he guided you into your tent. Occasionally he’d growl into the kiss as he reeled himself inside. You both knew his nature of excitement. He carefully laid you out on the bedroll and broke the kiss to instead favor your neck. Your hair fell around you like a mock halo, golden and bright. Sucking and peppering the skin with his love. Blunt teeth grazing you each time he parted to move further down. All you could do is sit and whine pathetically as the sensations washed over. His fingers working quickly at your shirt and pants so he could admire you in your glory. You shimmied your hips to help assist him in ridding the clothing faster. Halsin straddled you a moment and watched you carefully. Pupils blown wide as his chest raised with each breath. “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. You stun me every time I see your beauty.” He makes quick work of his own restrictions. As soon as he was fully nude you could clearly see his excitement. Cock standing at full attention at his stomach as he grabs your hips. There’s a fleeting moment of fear- thinking he’s going to enter you with little foreplay. Yet, that’s cut off when he only brings your core closer to his face. Inhaling deeply between your thighs before dipping into your sex. Tongue running over the folds to capture your essence and then lavishing your clit. Your shoulder-blade’s are pressed against the bedroll but it’s barely noticeable. Most of your weight was supported by the huge elf so all your attention could instead focus on the way he ate you like a man starved. The suckling and lapping was almost audible if not for the cries that escaped your chest. He relished in them and continued his efforts twofold to hear your beautiful sounds. Heels digging into his back as he edged you closer to the brink of ecstasy. Then, when you felt an orgasm creeping up on you, he slipped two fingers in. Lifting his head from your sex momentarily to speak with such a gruff you shuddered. “I intend on making you fall apart several times tonight. Once I am satisfied I will fuck you full. Breed you so prettily so that everyone will know. As if they can’t hear your delicious voice already.”

#my asks #matchups #commissions #my writing #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 #halsin #halsin bg3 #halsin x reader smut #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #baldur’s gate 3 x reader smut #halsin x tav smut #gale baldurs gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale x reader #gale x tav #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios x tav

[cacio-e-peppino]

Pizza Tower Headcanons: The Noise

I think it’s about time to share more headcanons, this time looking at everyone’s favorite off brand mascot, The Noise ^^. I've been thinking about this creacher:tm: a lot recently, so I have a lot to say. Headcanons under the read more

So, this first one does have some Sugary Spire influence, but I think The Noise is genderfluid. It takes him a really long time to figure it out though. I think after seeing Peppino's top surgery scars enough or Peppino passing up on an opportunity to go toe to toe with Theo finally causes The Noise to work up the courage to ask Peppino how he knew he was trans. Since, seeing those things in the first place is what got The Noise to revaluate his identity in the first place.

Before meeting Peppino, The Noise tried really hard to suppress the feminine part of her identity. I also think this is where part of their anger towards Noisette comes from; he's jealous that Noisette gets to be unabashedly feminine while he feels like he can only be masculine because "that's how men are" (and Noise struggles with the nature of their fluidity identity and feels like a freak for wanting to be referred to in more feminine terms sometimes). Though, I think through encouragement from Noisette and Peppino, Noise starts experimenting more with her identity and starts to become more comfortable to it. Noise becoming more secure in their gender identity really patches things up in his relationship with Noisette : )

Eventually, Noise gets to the point where they'll use a colored patch to single how they want to be addressed that day- blue for he/him, pink for she/her, and orange for they/them. Despite how much Peppino wants to wring his neck, he'll always insult them respectfully and follow the patch code (once he learns it).

Noise truly does love and care for Noisette. On camera the whole "wife bad" angle is mostly played up "for laughs" and Noise doesn't really like doing those bits. Though, they both understand it's just part of the job. This isn't to say they never fight or argue, they absolutely do. Though, Noise gets a bit prickly when people start implying he doesn't care for Noisette at all

The Noise is the only one allowed to bully Peppino. He will drag Peppino through the mud and rake him over the coals. But the moment someone else bullies Peppino and The Noise isn't involved? There's gonna be problems

That being said, Noise is a born troublemaker. She loves causing chaos and mischief and problems for others on purpose and will only really apologize if someone seems legitimately offended by it. For example, he knows pretending to be dead and most explosive based pranks are off the table with Peppino since it will cause him to spiral and disassociate for the rest of the day.

I don't ship Noise and Peppino, but I do think they have a very interesting relationship in the sense that they are always at each other's throats but if someone else is threatening them, they'd go up to bat for the other. They want each other dead, but only by their hands. And, when once is legitimately having a problem, the other is there to support them through it.

While The Noise is canonically Mexican, I do think the idea of him being unable to handle spicy foods is funny. He vastly prefers sweets to savory foods, and also enjoys British food like fish n chips and tea (with extra milk and sugar). He got real sick of pizza after getting a gig marketing it, but it pays too good for him to stop. Tequila is just water to him, but he can't stand any form of dry wine and doesn't understand how Peppino or even Noisette does it.

Noise does not have a very broad palette when it comes to food and is a picky eater. This contrasts with Noisette, who has a very broad palette and will eat nearly anything once

Noise is very short, like 5'3" and that's part of what makes him such a good acrobat- low center of gravity. Peppino likes hanging out with her because it makes him (5'6") seem tall in comparison

I could easily picture The Noise having a similar personality to Scout from TF2

Like all the other Pizza Tower bosses, I think Noise was some how manipulated into working for Pizzahead. Probably promises of riches or fame or something, honestly I don't think Noise would be that difficult to manipulate. I could see him working with Pizzahead prior to the construction of the Tower though. Perhaps it was Pizzahead who gave Noise the mascot gig in the first place.

I think Noise is human, but I do love all the depictions of Rat Noise, they are fantastic

#pizza tower #the noise #pizza tower noise #pizza tower the noise #headcanons

[fivesosmasterlist]

Meet the Billets (l.r.h) -Part 2

Here’s Part 1

 "Hi how are you?" I finally spit out. "Is there anything I can help you with today?" I said in my customer service voice.

    Listen, I'm not bad at talking to boys. He just caught me off guard is all. He was really attractive and not typically the demographic I see walking in here. Usually they're 8 year olds looking for Pokemon Cards or Beanie Babies who pay in full with jars of coins. I was taken aback, sue me.  

    "Hey actually yes there is. I'm looking for a small gift for like a 7, maybe 8 year old boy. I don't know him but I'm just looking for something small." He smiled as he pressed his hands on the counter.

    My eyes finally met his properly as I racked my brain for ideas. I thought for a second before speaking. "Well I have a few things in mind follow me," I said moving out from behind the counter. He followed behind as I led him to an aisle with board games. He stood beside me as he towered over my frame. I was just barely 5'3 and this kid's gotta have at least a foot over me if not more.

    "A safe option's always a board game, and since you don't know him very well I feel like that could be a good way to go. Something gender neutral, yanno?"

    "Aren't board games kinda lame?" The boy asked with a chuckle. I dramatically threw my hand to my chest with a gasp. He let out a soft laugh as spoke,

   "I take it you like board games?"

    "I do. I play them with my family all the time! I actually have a brother who's 7 and it's just something we like to do in our down time. Here, we just got this one in shipment it's new." I said showing him the box.

    He examined it for a second. "Monopoly? That's not new" he teased with another bright smile, still reading the back of the box.

    "A new monopoly," I corrected. "We got it in shipment today actually, so I have yet to try it but it's a speedier version of it so you're not sitting there for hours before everyone collectively decides to give up." I said letting out a small laugh. The boy followed in suit as he bit his lip, thinking for a second.

    "I can also show you some other options if you'd like, this was just an idea-" I spoke before he cut me off.

    "No need, you sold me." He smiled as I nodded, leading him to the register.

     My grandma walked out of the backroom noticing the sale. "You have to come back and let me know if you like it," she said now standing next to me. "We just got it in shipment today!"

    "So I've heard," The boy smiled as his eyes flickered to me. "You have a wonderful saleswoman by the way." He added with a small smile. I could feel my cheeks heat up a bit as I printed his receipt.

    "Well she learned from the best," my grandma joked as I playfully slapped her on the arm. I shook my head and handed him the bag, our hands brushing for a split second.  

    "I don't doubt it." He said looping the bag around his wrist. He was smooth. "By the way, do you know where I can get a bottle of wine and some flowers around here?" He asked putting both hands in his pockets.

    "Ooh who's the lucky lady? Or man? I don't judge-" My grandma got excited but I cut her off pinching my temples, "Grandma. Stop." I could feel myself blushing again.

    Luckily the boy just laughed and shook his head, "Neither, actually. Just a housewarming gift ma'am." He explained with a smile, clearly amused. I rubbed my eyes wishing this moment can end.

    "Sorry. I just love love," she sighed happily. "Anywho there's a supermarket two blocks down from here. Just head out the door to the right and keep walking straight until you see it, you can't miss it." She instructed. "I'm Mable by the way. Ma'am makes me feel old. And this is Mila." She smiled and put her hand on my shoulder, gesturing to me. All I did was smile, not really knowing what to say and definitely not understanding how this ended up being my morning.

    "Nice to meet you both, I'm Luke. And thanks for the directions, I better get going." He smiled one last time before headed to the door.

    "Have a good one dear, no problem!" My grandma waived before headed to the back room.

    "And thanks for all your help, Mila," Luke winked before heading out.

    "Anytime," I nodded. The door shut. I stood there for a second wondering what the hell just happened. Did he wink at me? There's no way. Why is my grandma the way she is? The world may never know. I sat back down and opened my laptop as I found myself alone again. 6 more hours to go.

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Part 2! Also up on my wattpad: lrhemmings111

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[put-me-in-a-movie-mp3]

Hi! Can I please have a matchup for Stranger Things and The Maze Runner, I have a male and female preferences ✨

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 21 years old, 5'3, I am on the curvier side so I have been cursed with large chest, big hips and a soft tummy. I have a blonde, medium length wolf cut, and Blue/Green eyes. My style is either relaxed 90's Grunge style or Femme Punk and there is no in between. I have tattoos taking up my left hand and forearm and one on my ankle. My makeup is usually neutral toned smokey eyes and eyeliner.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: I am an INFP, the mediator. I am also the designated Mum/Big sister friend in any given situation, I will be almost black out drunk and still helping others. I grew up as a very shy kid and let people walk over me a l o t, so now days I try my best to come off as confident and badass even though I do get flustered and shy way too easily. It's very hard to hide the fact I get that way because I blush like no tomorrow. As a short person, I do get easily flustered by people bigger than me. I think I have a size thing but I'm not about to get into that here. Anyways, I do always make sure my people are taken care of, if anyone needs anything I'm usually the first person to do it and if anyone needs a shoulder to cry on or even just to talk, I try my best to always be there and make them feel comfortable and safe. I am a judgement free zone for all so I usually am a therapist without the pay. I am definitely not the kind of person to do that to other people though, I do keep a lot of my own personal turmoil bottled up so I don't bother others.

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Art, very much into the rock and punk scene and it's music, reading, photography, tattoos, zoology and nature documentaries, Dimension20 (DnD show), and finally I am a massive geek, so very much into film and TV, especially horror.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: I design tattoos (I've designed all of my own) and take commissions, Photography, blaring music and singing (when I'm alone), sleeping, listening to music (I listen to almost anything but rock is my favourite genre), watching videos on YouTube, I study Zoology and am finishing school for it next year, I love drinking with my friends, and then also having to take care of them afterwards. It's a nasty habit but I do smoke because s t r e s s.

Thank you sm, I hope this wasn't too much info 😅❤️

Here is who I ship you with! :)

Stranger Things

Robin

I think you and Robin would hit it off because of how confident and funny you are. You guys would clash at first because of how she blunt and confident she is. I think Robin would make you flustered with just her personalty because she would be extremely flirty but also teasing in a certain type of way. Also, you and Robin would get black out drunk together and just have a great time! You both would annoy the shit out of Steve but he still loves you both! You guys would also have a great music taste together!

Maze Runner

Gally

I think you and Gally would be a little like enemies to lovers maybe or like secret lovers. You guys are somewhat alike in some ways and in some ways you're not. But I feel like you guys would really understand each other. Nobody would have guessed you guys would ever be a thing because you never were seen talking together or even really hanging out. But it just so happens when you get the job of being a builder and he is in charge of everything, you learn more about each other and you guys actually have a lot in common. You both bottle your emotions up and don't talk about except for each other because you feel like nobody else understands. I think he would absolutely be in love with your tattoos! He would love seeing your create designs and just be in awe about how creative you are. I also think that since you come off as confident you would defiantly attract Gally and intrigue him. I also think since he is a lot taller than you, when you first meet you would immediacy start blushing!

#gally maze runner #mazerunner #the maze runner #gally #imagine #love #ships #ship requests #stranger things #strangerthingsimagine #steve harrington #billy hargrove #x reader #robin buckley #robin #robin x steve

[dirt-grub]

by god when quarantine ends i need to go to a con in Dan cosplay and have someone dressed as the imposter follow me at a close distance the entire time it would be so fucking funny who’s down 

#then once i finally catch you we fist fight in the parking lot #GODDDD i want to cosplay with people in general. it would be so funny #finally being 5'3 pays off #connor talks #i actually have like. a place where i can blow shit up for the lols FHDKASJDL #oh big metal barrel full of gunpowder... never did me wrong.... how i miss you #im probably out of gunpowder though arent i.... didnt have that much.... hmm.... #god i am PITIFULLY low on explosives wtf i only got some sparklers and wuss grade firecrackers #wheres my illegal fireworks!!! dont tell me i used all those shits up fourth of july #im on a tangent KLDSAJDKLSAJ well all the more reason i was BORN for this

[vivisextion]

I first saw Slipknot at age 14.

No one knows how I managed it. I'm not sure I even remember. These days, you have to be 16 or 18 to get into Standing areas. I do know I had to buy tickets on the phone, back in the old days (2005, that is). A singular ticket, too - none of my friends, not even the classmate who had gone with me to see Linkin Park the year before, was that into Slipknot.

But I HAD to see them. This was the Subliminal Verses tour cycle, and Vol. 3 was my first and favourite Slipknot album, even to this day. It's the reliable old warm blanket for my soul whenever I need it. It's on right now, as I write this.

My memory isn't that good, but luckily I unearthed a livejournal (livejournal!) diary entry about the event I made the next day.

August 16, 2005. I went right after school. I went to a very conservative Anglican secondary school, too. I tried not to get caught in the bathroom, as I coloured my nails black with permanent marker (I know, don't laugh) and changed into my standard metalhead baby outfit - Slipknot band shirt, black cargo shorts, and my pride and joy: steel-toe boots I somehow managed to cajole my parents into letting me own.

I caught the bus to the open-air war memorial park where the gig was going to be. I got there at 4pm, 4 hours early. A couple other maggots were already hanging around. I found myself surrounded by tombstones, and I read them all. It was the middle of the Hungry Ghost Festival, too - a very fitting time for Slipknot to pay a visit to this godforsaken hellhole of a small town I lived in. (Especially given the paranormal circumstances surrounding the making of Vol. 3.)

While I wandered around the venue (no security or sound guys were around at all), I spotted two white vans pull up to the stage, in the middle of a clearing. It was them! I spotted Joey and missed him by a hair's breadth. I was quickly ushered behind the stone archway entrance by security then.

(Funnily enough, while walking around, I got mistaken for Joey more than once. I am the same height as him, had the same long black hair, same pale skin, and was wearing almost exactly what he had been. One person claimed from behind, I was a dead ringer, apart from when I turned around, and they realised I was Chinese.)

It was soundcheck time. A sound guy testing the mics would say random things, like "testing one two three two one.... fudge fudge, I like fudge...." The band even did Purity, so us earlybirds were given a rare treat, and we screamed along from the entrance, and drummed our fists on the sides of nearby porta-potties. I hope no one was in there at the time. Whenever we got a glance of any of them, we'd scream and cheer. Finally they left again, but were soon to return.

This was the first time I'd been a part of the metal community. I was barely allowed internet in those days. But here, random strangers were friendly, striking up conversations like they'd been friends for years. Two big guys, called Trevor and Ted, looked out for me the entire gig after, keeping other big dudes from crushing me too much (I'm 5'3, remember). Other people commented on me being so baby, because I was only 14, and said they would take care of me.

When we were finally let in, right after the usher cut the rope, I ran in, screamed "WOOOHOOO!" along with a few friends I'd made. I only briefly stopped to receive this RoadRunner Records compilation CD from a roadie, then resumed running like a madman screaming and dashing into the VIP cage.

I was right up against the barricade - the first time I would ever be at a gig. People from assorted magazines and press took photos of us, and I think I got my photo taken about 10 times at least.

(This is how I got in trouble with my parents the next day. My photo had ended up in a local paper - you can see examples of that here. They had no idea what I'd been to see the night before, and were horrified when they saw what Slipknot looked like.)

We saw Sid filming us from the stage with a camcorder and screamed at him. We saw Jim and screamed at him too, and he flashed the victory sign back at us. I remember Metallica playing at the time, another one of my favourite bands.

The concert was a brutal religious experience I will never forget. People with their arms outstretched, crying and screaming out loud, moving like the devil possessed them.

The new friends around me made sure I was alright after every song! There were huge guys fainting behind us who had to get carried out, but I endured, a tiny 14 year old child. We got a family speech as per tradition, of course. "Are you guys out there all looking out for each other? We're all one big family, and we gotta look out for each other." What Corey said held true - strangers hugged, shook hands, talked, and made friends. I was heartened by how close-knit the maggot community was. It really did feel like a family, and it's felt like that ever since.

Of course, I did my first Jump The Fuck Up. It is possibly the most euphoria I've ever experienced all at one go. (Later, in 2020, I was extremely disappointed that I didn't get to do it again in London.)

They did the death masks for Vermilion, and I remember Chris helping Sid fix his mask and shirt when they'd changed back. Sid hung out near Clown's drums for most of the time too, and hugged him from behind and just latched on at one point. It was pretty adorable.

Fun fact: The version of Eyeless you hear on the 9.0 Live album is from Singapore, as is Eeyore. There are very few photos and videos from the crowd of this gig, because in 2005, very few people had camera phones. The crowd at the Slipknot gig in 2020 was a sea of arms with phones, filming the gig rather than experiencing it. Yes, I'm going to be that cranky old geezer who complains about the good old days.

Joey as usual, was fucking amazing and never failed. However, due to the fact that I was right up front, only his tiny head was visible behind his vast drum set, I couldn't see him the entire gig.

Amazingly, the government told Slipknot they were not allowed to do obscene gestures, curse, vomit (possibly due to the decomposing crow pre-show ritual), simulate humping on objects, throw faeces, or jump off stage (looking at you, Sid). I don't think our totalitarian government knew who they were dealing with, because watch what happens next.

Near the end of the gig, Corey tells the crowd “your government has given us a laundry list of things we aren’t allowed to do, your government has told us we are not allowed to swear”. Crowd goes “BOOOOOOOOO” and Corey goes “BUT WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!” And they launch into Surfacing, the last song. Everyone riots. Best night of my life.

You can find the setlist from that gig here. It had everything I wanted and more.

This story later got immortalised when Kerrang asked maggots for gig stories, for an article which came out in 2020. I had forgotten entirely, until people began messaging me to tell me, and one friend sent me a scan of it!

On the way out, I managed to get a shirt. I remember calling my best friend at the time, and got everyone at the merch booth to go "IF YOU'RE 555 THEN I'M 666" for her. This shirt has since been lost to the landfill, because my Christian mother took it upon herself to dispose of it the first opportunity she got. Needless to say, our relationship is not very good.

After that, I even managed to get that Roadrunner compilation album they were giving out signed. The band was staying at the Carlton. Unfortunately, Joey wasn't there, neither was Clown, and Mick was swarmed by guitar nerds so, 6/9 it is. It is a great regret of mine that I'll never have anything signed by him, nor will I ever get to see him perform ever again.

The next day, I went to school, my head swimming. Yes, I went to see Slipknot ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. I was a giant bruise, from my ribs and my chest, to my hips and knees, from being slammed into the barricade like a screen door in a hurricane. Most of all, my sore, headbanged-out neck could barely hold my head up. Classmates thought I had been in a fight. I was torn between battle-scarred exhaustion and hyperactive ranting about the most amazing gig of my short life (it still is, to this day). When teachers spoke to me, I wanted to reply, "Fuck trigonometry! I've just seen SLIPKNOT. Do you not understand that my world is different? Do you not understand that *I* am now different?"

My country was a small, conservative town that Slipknot had graced with their unholy presence. Corey Taylor once said that where he grew up in Iowa had a way of making a 16 year old boy feel like a 36 year old man (or something to that effect). I felt that in my weary bones as a teenager, being from a place just like that. Years later, Watain would run into worse trouble, and wouldn't even be allowed to perform. The Christian stranglehold is stronger than ever. It was a good thing that back then Slipknot had the element of surprise, striking serpent-fast and choking this society by the neck for a too-brief time, before they departed.

After that, my desire to play the drums only grew like a weed. Joey Jordison had, has, and will always inspire me as a drummer, and seeing the beast live (or what little I could spy behind the massive riser) had only spurred me on. I had always been a noisemaker, be it driving my parents mad with chopsticks on pots and pans, or driving my teachers mad with pencils on my desk. But of course, my parents wouldn't have any of it. I'd have to wait a good 14 more years before I'd be able to afford lessons and later, a kit of my own. Better late than never, right?

There will never be enough words to describe the impact Joey has had on my life. And it isn't just Slipknot, either. I could write another essay on his time with the Murderdolls and its influence on my own gender-non-conforming ways. Suffice to say, my wardrobe doesn't look too dissimilar to his during the early Dead in Hollywood days.

I told my boss I could not come into work today. I was grieving. I said that my music teacher died, as I didn't think she'd understand the magnitude of my loss. In a way, it's true. And I am not the only one Joey has nudged on the path to being a musician, that much is certain. To the rest of us, I wish strength and love for you in this difficult time. The best way to honour Joey, who truly loved music, both the creation and appreciation of it, is to pass that gift on. Teach it to someone. He is the reason I picked up the sticks in the first place, and one day, they'll be handed on, the heavy metal baton for the next generation.

And finally: remember that the ones we have lost are never truly gone.

Vinnie

P.S. See if you can spot me in the crowd photos in this post!

#Joey Jordison #Slipknot #Murderdolls

[willowbird]

For the prompt game — could you do AU 1, trope 8, location 2 for Andreil? I always love reading these, thanks for sharing!

Grad School, return of the childhood best friend, inside Andrew's closet!!! Thank you so much for sending in the ask I'm glad you're enjoying the little ficlets and I hope you like this one too!

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Tall people were a curse. A blight on all of society. Civilization would undoubtedly crumble under the obnoxious stomping of their huge feet and the polar ice caps would melt at least in part due to the heat from their big fat heads.

Also, all the tall fuckers in Andrew's cohort were constantly putting things in places Andrew couldn't reach, especially when it came to the supply closet off of the office the group of them communally used. It had gotten to the point that Andrew had taken full command of the ordering and organization of all their supplies. Last month he had even gone so far as to print out and laminate a full-color sign for the closet that read: NO ONE ABOVE 5'3 PERMITTED. SEE ANDREW J MINYARD FOR ALL SUPPLY RETRIEVAL.

The only reason he'd given the extra few inches at all was because Robin, the undergrad TA that assisted in one of his classes, sometimes helped him out and she was a whole three inches taller than him. It was enough of a restriction that it barred the rest of his cohort from intruding, though, as even Renee was a solid 5'8.

Or at least, it should have been an effective restriction. Andrew had thought the rest of his team could read well enough to get the goddamn message. Then he showed up this morning and the fucking closet door was open and where was the box of printer ink he'd ordered last week?

That's right, on the top fucking shelf.

When Andrew figured out which idiotic fucking beanpole had decided to pull this shit with him there was going to be hell to pay. He would raid his cat's litter box for ammunition if he had to.

For the moment, though, he needed to replace the ink in both printers. Which was why he was balancing precariously on the arms of the only non-rolly chair on the goddamn floor, straining to reach the box of ink and quietly promising to take an extra dose of revenge out of each and every person over 5'3 if he fell.

Which he almost did when a sharp knock suddenly echoed a bit too loud from directly behind him.

"Jesus fuck what is wrong with y--" Andrew cut off abruptly as he looked over his shoulder to see who had dared come up behind him at a time like this. He blinked, then he fully closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. When the man before him was still fucking there, Andrew twisted slightly and jumped down, letting his ass hit the seat as he overbalanced on the landing.

"Um... hi."

It had been almost ten years since Andrew had heard that voice. Ten years. In that time Neil had gone from being a scrawny, anxious kid to... well...

Vivid blue eyes stared at him steadily, winged with eyeliner that only made them brighter. His dark russet-auburn hair was shaved close to his head on the sides but long enough on the top that he'd gathered it back in a loose bun, which only emphasized the perfect angles of his face and the soft give of his mouth, the way his chin carved down to a point as if to frame it, drawing the eye.

"Andrew? I didn't mean to surprise you. Well, I did, that's why I didn't tell you I was coming. I didn't mean to almost make you fall off a chair though..."

Neil clicked a tongue-piercing against his teeth. It flashed silver for a moment, matching the two bars that bisected his left eyebrow. Purple studs and a line of tiny hoops trailed up each ear.

Andrew stared, then he did the only rational thing and reached forward, grabbing the doorknob and slamming it shut with himself inside the closet.

His heart was fucking pounding, and he knew his face was flushed because, look. Look. Neil Josten at fourteen years old had been a scrawny kid with big ears and a chipped tooth that was always covered in bruises and Andrew had been so fucking in love with him. All he ever wanted to do as a baby gay was kiss Neil Josten. Thought about it all the time. But that had been off the table because Neil was his best friend and probably asexual and also literally trying to survive. When Neil moved to the other side of the fucking planet to be with his uncle, Andrew had told himself that this was a good thing because 1) Neil would be safe and 2) if there was distance between them then Andrew could finally get over him.

Over the last ten years they'd exchanged regular letters, but because Neil was a fucking technophobe and there may or may not have been an actual hit from actual hitmen and gangsters and shit on him over here in the states - they hadn't spoken on the phone and no pictures had been shared.

And now here was Neil. Almost twenty-four and... so so fucking hot.

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by a quiet, anxious, "Andrew..?" that sounded a lot more like the Neil Andrew remembered.

"Um... should I go? I'm sorry... I thought... I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'll go..."

"No!" The word escaped him before he had time to really think about it. He was pretty sure his voice cracked a little in his desperation too. Shit. Andrew cleared his throat and tried again. "Just... wait. I.. need to get ink."

"Okay."

Andrew did his best not to read into the mystery in Neil's tone. Instead, he thanked the closet gods and carefully climbed back up onto the chair. Another couple of minutes later he had the ink he needed and was facing a coming out he really never anticipated having to go through. Coming out of the closet to your best friend was one thing. Coming out of the literal, actual closet you have shut yourself in to reunite with your super hot best friend that you've been in love with for over a decade at this point was quite another.

Ripping the band-aid off was really the only way to go, so Andrew took a deep breath, put his free hand on the knob, and opened the door.

Neil had repositioned himself and was now leaning against the nearest desk. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows exposing strong forearms decorated with swirls of dark ink. Three fingers on each hand bore rings (not the ring fingers, not that Andrew was specifically looking) and his nails were painted a dark, glossy gray. Around one wrist was a frayed bracelet that perfectly matched the one Andrew also wore on the same wrist.

As soon as Neil saw him, he lit up. A smile on his face that shined in his eyes, even if there was a slight hesitance to it - understandable considering Andrew had just.. you know... shut himself in a closet after seeing him.

"Hey... Sorry again, about that. I know you don't like to be startled. I just... I got excited."

Andrew swallowed, a tough feat with a throat so dry. Somehow, he managed a snort. "Like a puppy. Should I be worried about my floors, Josten?"

"I dunno, you gonna scratch me behind the ears?" Neil shot back, and the smirk that accompanied it was fucking devastating. That's is, Andrew gave up. He lost. Dead, he was dead. There was no way he was getting out of this one.

Andrew did the only thing he could do to keep himself from grabbing the little bastard and kissing him senseless, which was ask the big question hanging in the room between them.

"How are you here, Neil? I thought you'd never be able to come back to American soil."

Neil rubbed the back of his neck, like he was thinking of the best way to explain it. After a moment he said, "Uncle Stuart still doesn't think it's a great idea - but there's no price on my head anymore. As of last month we cleared out the last of... well, let's just call them the old bad guys. There are new bad guys, but they don't really care about me."

It took a moment for that to fully sink in. Andrew set down the ink on the desk and moved to stand directly in front of Neil. When Neil stood up straight, they were almost exactly the same height - Neil only really had a few inches on him. At least he hadn't been lying to make him feel better when he'd told him in a letter a few years back that he'd topped out at 5'3.

"So? Don't you have a whole new life over in jolly old England now? Friends and family who don't regularly try to kill you? Why come back at all?"

He knew why, but he wanted - he needed - to hear him say it.

"Yeah, but... they aren't you."

"Me."

"Yeah, Andrew. You."

Their eyes met. Something in Andrew's chest snapped like an overworked rubber band stretched too taut and all the carefully sequestered feelings it had been keeping at bay suddenly sprang forth like a tidal wave. They rushed through him, filling him up, buoying him until he probably could have reached the top shelf of that goddamn closet without the chair.

"I hate you," Andrew ground out. And Neil smiled, because he knew it wasn't true.

"I missed you, Andrew. I missed you so fucking much."

"Shut up, stupid." Andrew forced himself to take a deep breath, then he snatched up Neil's hand and started dragging him out of the office. "Come on. We're getting ice cream."

Neil laughed and squeezed his hand. "Some things never change."

No, Andrew thought, some things never do.

#asks #AFTG prompts #aftg fanfic #andrew minyard #neil josten #reunion fic #i will never pass up the chance to make an 'in the closet' joke #they are so in love #andrew minyard x neil josten #andreil

[petty-revenge-stories]

Always Read Your Contract!

A few years back, I worked in a pub-by-day, cocktail-bar-by-night sort of place. It was my first bar job, having only worked as a barista before, and I was also studying in University at the time. As with a lot of these hospitality jobs, the pay was low and the hours were beyond belief. Because I couldn't work during the weekdays too much due to my studies, I was regularly scheduled on a Friday 5pm-1am, Saturday 9am-12am, and Sunday 9am to 10pm.

I was /exhausted/ due to full-time studies and essentially full-time work spread across only three days, and the surprisingly low number on my paycheck (the NMW was £6.75 for my age group at this point in time) was starting to really piss me off.

I was offered another job at a different bar but, because I was too soft, I went to the a-hole of a GM at my current job and said, "I really don't want to leave, but I will have to if you don't up my pay."

He explained that, because I had been working for about 11 months, it was company policy that I receive a pay raise in conjunction with my first year working for said company. He did say, however, that he would up my wage for the intervening month to £7.00/hr until the ultimate pay raise to £7.20. I left happy and continued on with my 36 hour weekends.

Come payday I realised he hadn't changed my pay to £7.00. I passed it off as a mistake and waited until the next week's paycheck. Same thing. Getting as pissed off as a 5'3" polite girl can, I confronted him about the lack of change. The shamelessly smug grin he gave me still makes me want to barf. "I never put it in writing, did I?" was his response. "Check your contract next time!"

As I was walking home, a bit tearful, a strange idea came to me. I had never been given a copy of my contract, but I was sure as hell going to get one now. I went back into the pub and my a-hole GM handed me the copy he had made of my contract. "See?" he laughed, snidely, "No pay raise!"

Saying nothing, I took it home to read it.

I almost found no way out until I read, "Starting pay– £7.25" From a year ago. I had got him.

Being the diligent, petty mothertrucker I am, I decided to calculate a £0.50 raise onto every damn hour I had worked in the last year, going week by week on my payslips. Finally coming to my conclusion I emailed him, CC-ed payroll and the owner of the company and explained how they owed me around £450. All because he refused me what would have been about £20.

To all my hospitality friends: Read your contracts; know your rights!

(source) story by (/u/SchubertsLadyLove)

#pettyrevenge #by /u/SchubertsLadyLove #petty revenge #revenge story #petty revenge stories #revenge stories #last10

[bbq-hawks-wings]

I read your tags— please talk about your OC, I'm curious :D

So! Tell me about " the oc of yours!" - @mintgreencase

You all are so sweet! Thank you! I can finally word vomit out her wiki-styled bio!

There's a lot but also some content warnings for neglect, physical assault, depression, and smoking below the cut.

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PERSONAL DESCRIPTION

BIRTHDAY

February 12

AGE

22 (Current)

GENDER

Female

HEIGHT

159 cm (5'3")

HAIR COLOR

Champagne Pink - Dark Purple

EYE COLOR

Pale grey

BLOOD TYPE

AB

QUIRK

Cephalopod

STATUS

Alive

BIRTHPLACE

Fukuoka

FAMILY

Adopted father (alive)

Mother (alive)

Half-sister [27] (alive)

Half-brother [18] (alive)

Half-brother [16] (alive)

Father (alive)

Keigo Takami - Husband (alive)

OCCUPATION

Business consultant

Part-time model

Pop Idol (former)

AFFILIATION

Civilian

Summary

Tamakado was born out of an extramarital affair between an unknown man and her mother who was discontent with her marriage to an overbearing, insecure, and quietly misogynistic husband. Once she discovered she was pregnant, her mother broke all contact with Tamakado's birth father and attempted to pass the baby off as her husband's. He was already suspicious before the baby was born, but the truth became obvious when her subtle heteromorph quirk and appearance were unexplainably different from her mother's innocuous quirk while her husband was quirkless. The issue was never discussed, and her parents remained emotionally disconnected from her for the rest of her upbringing, choosing instead to shower their other children in attention - particularly the first son they had after her.

She was named Tamakado, spelled only with the kanji 圭 which alone can be read as "Tama" as in a round gem or "Kado" as in a sharp corner or rough edge. She was only referred to as "Kado" by her family.

She spent most of her childhood hiding her presence and avoiding making an impact in attempts to earn her parents affection. In her second year of middle school a classmate told her she was quite pretty behind her unflattering haircut and ill-fitting hand-me-downs and wondered why she didn't focus on her appearance more. When Tamakado brought it up in hopes of pleasing her parents, her father in a tired, drunken frustration effectively told her that the only thing she and her beauty was good for was seducing and ruining men the way her birth father had done to her mother and that drawing attention to herself would continue to bring disgrace on him and their family.

Though it was initially crushing to hear, she remembered the word "mermaid" in her classmate's description and discovered the myth of mermaids who lured men to their doom to steal their jewels or eat the flesh off their bones. She decided that if the only thing she was good for was ruining others, she might as well do it on her own terms. Over her last year of middle school she began reaching out and forging connections as well as began to learn how to utilize her appearance and charisma to garner popularity; and using her sister's high school graduation and younger brother's upcoming middle school graduation as cover, she also studied hard and got accepted on a scholarship into a high school known for being connected in the entertainment industry and producing several noteworthy young stars without her parents' knowledge.

Her first year was fairly innocuous as she learned about the social dynamics and groups of the school and made connections through mutually beneficial favors, even reclaiming the nickname "Kado" as a personal brand. In her second year, she and two of her heteromorph friends created an amateur pop idol band using a motif of "cute, man-eating monster" as its selling gimmick with an emphasis on fleshing out each girl's character independently should they choose to branch off individually or add more members - of which hers was the gorgeous, "liberated," man-slaying mermaid that had originally inspired her. By the start of their third year, they were slowly getting attention and a small, dedicated following.

Tamakado had made a mistake in her naivety, though, and underestimated the cutthroat nature of the industry and, by extension, the school. In the middle of her third year of high school she was lured alone into a meeting with a rival classmate under the pretense of setting up a business favor for her band mate. She was physically assaulted and had revealing, incriminating photos of her taken for blackmail. When she attempted to defend herself to the school authorities, the school sided with her well-connected classmate, citing her blunt and "lascivious" persona as likely having caused it and offered to "help" her under NDA and contract.

Without a support network at home to limp back to, being shut out of the only industry she had connections in, not wanting to drag her friends into her problem, and without any negotiating power - she signed a celebrity marriage agreement that detailed how she was to conduct herself, when and how this relationship would be revealed to the public, when and how many children they would have, and that she basically existed to boost his image in exchange for a comfortable life. It shouldn't have been a legal or enforceable contract by any means, but she was in no position to refuse or fight back.

She didn't even know who she would be married to until she met him face to face after signing her contract alone, and even then she initially only got the name "Hawks" - an up and coming 18 year old soaring up the hero charts and on his way to being one of the best heroes Japan had ever seen.

Over the first few months of the relationship, despite not consummating the marriage and attempting to give her her own space in his home and her life on Hawks' part, she rapidly deteriorated until he worried she might actually die in her room from self-neglect. He offered to expedite a passport to allow her to escape as much as possible under the guise of "higher education" in lieu of a more permanent solution to her problem, and she spent the next several years bouncing back and forth between America and Japan before permanently returning, determined to make the best of the hand she was dealt, including finding her old friends, reclaiming and transforming her personal brand and image, and attempting to at least be friends with the man she was slated to spend the rest of her life with.

Appearance

Tamakado is a short, hourglass-figured, freckled woman with fair skin, pale grey eyes, and pinkish purple hair. She doesn't typically wear makeup, and tends to prefer a toned-down, natural fashion style.

Her Cephalopod quirk gives her several attributes of many squid, cuttlefish, and octopuses including chromatophores that can change the pigment of her skin and hair, increased flexibility and fine muscle control, and mild venom in her saliva. Her hair has the ability to curl and relax at will - from perfectly straight to tight coils. When relaxed her hair is pale champagne pink, and when constricted it's a dark purple. While she can voluntarily control this, her overall mood and level of stress can subconsciously effect it. Her chromatiphores glow under blacklight, and she blushes a soft purple instead of pink.

Personality

Tamakado takes the "kado" (rough in manner) impression and runs with it, attempting to appear confidently brash, intimidating, and abrasive to those who stand opposed to her. Among friends, this persona lifts a bit to show a much more vulnerable and unsure person who is constantly second-guessing herself. She struggles with explicit declarations of affection and speaking plainly about her own feelings. Doing this with extra attention and eyes on her is especially difficult.

Her history has given her a soft spot for underdogs and tries to use her abilities and resources to offer them a chance to earn notoriety and respect - in which she is firm but fair. She believes in leveraging connections and rewarding good performance. She doesn't like being idle and prefers to have a problem to solve or a goal to work towards whenever possible. She's shrewd and pays attention to small details like word choice and past conversation when interacting with others.

Trivia

Her favorite food is shellfish.

Because her hair has more connective tissue to allow it to curl and relax at will, her scalp is extremely sensitive and she hates getting haircuts which means she keeps her hair long even though she'd prefer the maintenance of shorter hair.

She also won't tie her hair back in any way unless it's loose, otherwise she gets a massive headache.

She has a bad smoking habit she picked up after high school and has been trying to quit for years.

She speaks English moderately well thanks to her visits to America but swears fluently.

#my oc #tamakado #she speaks

[edengarden]

Hi! May I have a romantic heaven box BNHA matchup, please? :)

I'm Flo, a 19 years old bisexual girl.

Appearance: I'm 164 cm(~5'3) tall, with slim, kinda athletic body. I have medium long brown hair and same coloured deer-eyes(probably most attractive part on me), I also wear eyesglasses. I have thin mouth unfortunately. Also, I have a tiny little scar above my right eyebrow(I opened our car's door on my head years ago lolol), it's barely visible. I'm vain and always dress like a lady: so dresses and skirts, I have a classy, elegant or cute style, depends on my daily outfit. I wear light makeup, but not all the time.

Personality: Ambiverted, Virgo with Leo ascendant and Pisces moon. Slytherpuff. Needless to say, these already represent how confusingly dual my personality is. My behaviour constatntly changes, depending on who I am with: I try to sell myself, being two-faced, wearing a mask(sometimes I appear to be talkative, other times full-stoic), but to people I really do love, I'm quite blunt. Most of the time I'm caring and relatively kind person(but can be an asshole&harsh if tired emotionally). Highly critical, opinionated and rational-thinker, and I usually analyze everything: movies, books, other people, myself. HATE small talk, I always want to talk about some deep shit, sharing my opinions, thougts(only if you ask for it). Enjoy debating. Also, I'm the REALLY clumsy, like clumsy af and I have an invincible talent in getting myself into the most embarrassing, cringe situations. Hate appearing to be weak or crying in front of others(I never do), and generally I can get melancolic and depressed easily. I don't really trust even my loved ones, I always hide my deepest emotional(or whatever) issues, I just can't stand the fact being emotionally vulnerable. Also, I bottle up feelings well. But I can be soft sometimes which suprises people. One of my best friends said, I am suprising, always doing something unpredicted. Additionally, I stress over something all the time. About my humour, it's kinda ironic, dark, morbid, troll-ish; roasting, teasing people 24/7. Don't worry, despite my sometimes serious act, I can be a total dumb idiot. Selfish, vain, lazy,  snobbish hahah. Quite liberal, and I almost never judge people, I mind my own buisness. When I can talk about something I love or just sharing my opinion, I am passionate and be ready for a LONG rambling. Oh, I love alcohol and going out with friends, also I smoke those occassions. Plus, I have god-like hands, everyone told me that I could earn money bc of my massaging skills(I just know by instict how to touch people lol). Oh, and I daydream and zone out a lot. I love going out and drink alcohol with my friends(and sometimes somoke too), the drunken me can be a real asshole, but also hugs out of the blue, I get softer. Oh, and I curse fucking much, I have a disgustingly flithy mouth, bc of my rather innocent appearance and behavior ppl are suprised how much is... cruse.

Relationship: I don't really have a 'type' but I get bored easily: I takes a lot for me to really like in long-term a person, so I fall easier for complex and charismatic ones(but like I said, I can fall for other personalities too!!). I'm a quite difficult person to be with and to love, so I'm suprisingly flexible in a relationship. Only thing I need and without it wouldn't work at all: DEEP CONVOS AND SOME INTELLECT. Also, I have a quite roasting-bullying type humour, so my lover should understand and being able to handle that. Anyways, I'm not much of a PDA person(but I don't mid handholding, short hugs etc. if my partner really want to), and not romantic at all(also cannot flirt hehe), and for a long time I can be bit distant. Love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and if I have to express my feelings I'm best with acts of service. I love cuddling, ppl are suprised when I initiate hugs but tbh I love physical affection. I'm probably more likely the 'friend' lover. I need a lot, lot, lot alone time.

Hobbies/Likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes), trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music, cats, thunderstorms, rainy days, cider, tequila

Music taste: Oh man, MIXED. I listen to literally everything except techno, it depends on my mood honestly. But if I had to say something, I think indie, alternative rock, electronic and psychedelic songs are the closest to me, but I've grown to listen more and more rap. Most of the songs are depressive as fuck, I mean I can be at my happiest, but I'd still listen some dark shit. But still, I enjoy pop(2000s pop at parties FUCK YEAH), jazz. Also, some occassions all my ears and mind need is some good ol' classical music. Some faves: Tame Impala, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jack Stauber, Fink and some Hungarian bands that no one knows unfortunately. :(

Sorry if I was too long and more sorry if I've already requested before(my brain just rots lol), then just ignore me, hehe~♡

Did you,,, did you just copy paste like 3/4 of who I am

Man when I was reading your persona I was going “RinRinRinRinRinRin-“ but I decided against it UwU

ALL IN ALL you honestly sound like my type of person?? Like deadass I’d wanna befriend you. Fuck them small talks tell me what you think of the expansion of the universe and let’s talk about what if drugs are illegal bc they make us perceive true reality-

I’m going to match you up with... Shindo!

This one is a Battle of Wits, I swear. You didn’t trust him a single bit when the two of you first met, no one even thought you’d ever become friends. Shindo could practically see the gears turning in your head and quite frankly he was impressed?? You’re a highly intelligent individual who was able to keep your guard up and seclude yourself from others while not appearing TOO unapproachable? Boy was whipped and he didn’t even realize it. While others thought you were sort of cold and pragmatic, he thought you were the most well-balanced human in the world.

You guys 100% had an enemies to lovers thing going on, but it was slightly different. YOU started off completely uninterested in him, but while he made you think the feeling was mutual, I think Shindo found himself gravitating towards you. You can bet he secretly celebrated every little victory and step forward he made with you. Boy did NOT let up.

I seriously think he’s entertaining enough for you to keep interest in him. Shindo is as two-faced as you are (if not more), and he WILL change his behaviour within a second to keep your interest (somehow no one noticed his habit of doing that when he was crushing on you?? SUSPICIOUS). Also not a big fan of small talk; if he’s interested in you, he wants to know how you tick. He wants to know what you enjoy, what you like and what you dislike. And when you tell him while trying to still keep an emotional distance from him, he takes it as a challenge. No, he doesn’t think your relationship is a game, but he does think it’s highly entertaining and interesting.

When you start softening up to him, he won’t even grow bored. He’s worked so hard to get close to you and it finally pays off and he’s so happy??

But he won’t ever initiate PDA, just because he too has an image to uphold lmao if others don’t personally know you they’d never know y’all are falling for each other.

Songs!!

- One of My Turns, Pink Floyd (“don’t look so frightened this is just a passing phase one of my bad days” just hits different for the two of you?? I’m not saying your relationship is toxic bc it really isn’t but the VIBE is there)

- Do I Wanna Know?, Arctic Monkeys

- Dollar Days, David Bowie

- You Give Love A Bad Name, Bon Jovi

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #mha #bnha #shindo yo

[twriteskpop]

ADRENALINE (Jungkook AU x OC )

The silence of Delilah's apartment was the welcome letter to the thoughts penetrating her sleepless mind. Between work and the drama she had escaped from not too long ago,  she had plenty to think about.  However,  Delilah was tired of letting the poisonous brain seep into every gyrus her brain had. A year ago she would have just smoked marijuana and used that as a sort of pest control for trauma. She'd given that up after she moved back to Florida,  calling it a cleansing.  392 days of the protruding thoughts finally caught up to her. Tempted by her neighbors that she grew close to,  she held strong.  They had offered her the green substance many times considering they were never sober,  except in slumber.  The neighbors reminded Delilah of Dank and Dabby from the Netflix series Disjointed. They were always high on marijuana, were comical,  but had hearts of gold. They lived in the apartment beside her and were friendly with her from the day she moved in, 392 days before.

Delilah was strong, but even Superman had his weakness. Superman had kryptonite,  Delilah had her thoughts. She needed them to go away even for a brief period of time.  

Delilah pushed the salad bowl off of her lap and onto the coffee table. She picked up her phone and began texting her neighbors. Instantly,  she got a response. Bennet and Clarissa were two kind hearted people who became two of the only people Delilah could call friends and they were well aware of this,  so they kept an eye out for her. This included always being available to talk.  

It was no shock to Delilah as her phone buzzed and Clarissas name popped up on her screen.  She clicked open her phone and read the grey bubble: Hey D!  Btw, our dog climb over to ur balcony again? Delilah pushed herself off of the couch and walked over to her sliding glass door.  For what seemed to be the tenth time this month,  the golden Retriever had been laying on her empty balcony,  enjoying the cool weather. The balconies were connected by one wall that was waist high for a 5'3 person.  It may have not been the best architecture but she didn't expect any less for how cheep the rent was. Delilah reached over the wall and knocked on the glass door. Clarissa came walking out eating what looked to be a triple chocolate chip cookie. Delilah smiled at her taller friend and pointed to the ground,  "Tuck likes my balcony more,  apparently." Clarissa finished the last bite of her cookie and asked for Delilah to meet her in the breezeway.  

Delilah beckoned Tuck inside her apartment and out the front door where Clarissa had been waiting.  Tuck sat beside Clarissa as she spoke,  "thanks girl. We have some cookies we made,  some without… you know, we made those ones just for you.  We were going to bring them in the morning but then you texted. Speaking of,  what did you need?" Delilah took a deep breath and smiled up at her neighbor,  she must have just retouched her bright red hair because it looked more like a fire truck on this day,  than ever before.  "I would actually like one of the special cookies.  And a number… to your supplier. If that's okay?" Clarissa flicked a brow up at her in suspicion.

"You a narc now?" She scrunched her perfectly arched brows. Delilah shook her head,  letting out a slight chuckle,  "I'm starting to forget why I quit in the first place." Clarissa frowned and pulled out her phone. She typed frantically and Delilah felt a buzz in her pocket.  "Thanks," Delilah smiled. Clarissa went inside her own apartment and put the dog inside,  returning soon after with a Tupperware bowl of cookies.

"The wrapped ones are the special. We were about to start a movie if you wanted to come over?" Clarissa informed,  leaving her apartment door open just enough for them to enter.  However,  Delilah was exhausted and had an opening shift at the diner so she politely declined. She walked back into her apartment,  placing the cookies on the counter,  unwrapping the marijuana one and went to lay down.  The cookies smelled rich of cocoa and were soft at the first bite. She could hardly taste the thc,  which means it was very well made,  and with every bite she felt like her tongue was sitting in a bath of chocolate.  It was heaven.

Clarissa and Bennet were Delilahs first friends when she moved back,  and became like family over the year.  They hung out multiple times a week and always did favors for each other.  She knew she could pay for the cookies in dog sitting later.  

It took twenty minutes of mindless scrolling through Instagram for the thc to kick in and slowly,  and quietly,  she fell asleep.

For the first time in months,  Delilah woke up to the sound of her bird song alarm without wanting to throw her phone through the glass window. She woke up refreshed.  She sat up from her bed,  walked over to her shower and began getting ready for the day.  She works in a 50's style diner with a perverted boss named Tim,  so her uniform was a short poodle skirted dress,  50's style shoes,  and hair in a high pony with a matching bow. It was a cute uniform,  but the sexual harassment that came as an accessory was not.

She got into her yellow '67 Volkswagen Beatle and drove the thirty minutes to work, without the touch of dread she normally had about going to work at six in the morning.  

The roads were empty,  and so was the parking lot.  Only three cars were in the employee spots,  including hers.  She felt some relief that the chef was beside the owners car,  this would mean Tim wouldn't be able to harass her too much this morning.

She walked into the checkered, from wall to floor, diner.  She was greeted by the familiar smell of coffee,  maple bacon,  and sweet pancakes. She punched in her ID number on the tablet in the back,  then made her way to the front of the kitchen,  tying her apron around her waist.  She knew Tony was going to be in his usual spot at the grill,  working on making plates for the staff before opening at 6:30.  Tony was a tall,  buff,  Italian man who had a thick new york-italian accent. His hair was gelled back and he fit every stereotype anyone could think of when it comes to an Italian-american, which he would gladly tell anyone.

Tony passed her a plate,  smiling per usual. "You have so much energy in the morning.  I'm envious," Delilah smiled,  pulling a fork from the tray. She bit into a dry pancake,  savoring the natural sweetness. She then moved on to a slice of bacon before hitting start on the coffee machines. Tony glanced at her with a side-eye,  "someone's actually eating the food I make for her?  Is the world ending?  I better tell ma!" Delilah poured herself a cup of coffee and lifted a brow at him,  "Tony,  I eat." He chuckled,  shaking his head while flipping the linked sausage,  "I have known you for… what?  A year now?  You take baby bites of everything and say you're full. Ma says you're tryna be skinny when I tell her all about it.  It hurts my feelings you know?  You're a beautiful lady!  Thin as a twig I'd say-" He was rambling,  but cut off by Tim walking through the swinging black kitchen doors. "Open in five," The blonde,  heavyset man in his late 30's smiled at the sight of Delilah,  "hey hot stuff. Mrs. Marigold is already at her table. Coffee." Delilah brushed off the comment and poured the sweet grey haired woman a cup of coffee.  She was a regular,  so Delilah knew she would want exactly three spoons of sugar and a splash of sweet cream.

The hours of the morning shift had passed and Delilah was soon to be off work.  Tim was full of inappropriate remarks and gropings per usual,  making this day just like any other.  When she got off work,  she climbed into her Volkswagen and pulled out her phone. She opened the message from Clarissa the night before.

Delilah hesitated as she copied and pasted the number into her text message bar. Being medicated last night made sleeping easier,  and even boosted her mood this morning but it made her feel numb. Being numb had it's ups but it caused a lot of downs prior to her decision to quit.  Sure marijuana stopped her from thinking and it wasn't a heavy drug so she could still have mild thoughts,  but some things she should have thought about,  she impulsively did because she was high. However,  smoking was more responsible than drinking because she was able to think and could remember everything. She hasn't ever been a real drinker,  but people close to her were and she would tell you that she's seen people worse off drunk,  than high.

After ten minutes had passed of just staring at the screen,  she began typing the number,  making her final decision.

Hello,  I got your number from Clarissa S. Can you meet today?  

Her engine roared to life and she shifted her gear into drive. The radio was softly playing today's pop hits from Spotify linked to her phones Bluetooth. The Orlando afternoon traffic was irritating to most people,  but she had no where to be except home.  So as she drove,  weaving in and out of lanes,  letting tourists with out of state plates pass her at any opportunity,  she began to think of the bad decisions she made by simply being high.  Numb to dumb,  as she called it several times.  She had never done anything criminal,  but definitely ended up in several dangerous situations. It was not enough to get her to change her mind now.  She enjoyed the sleep she got and Tim's harassment had not bothered her too much today,  all because of the sleep last night.  It was a butterfly effect she wanted to feel again.  

As she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, she heard the phone ping in the passenger seat. She parked in her usual spot, next to the stairs of her building, and reached to read the notification.

I can meet in 15 min at Bill Fredrick park. Text me when you get there. First time meetings are in public. See you then. JK

------------------- A/N I'm so happy to be back.  I've been writing on a different account and I've definitely improved.  😌 PLEASE Leave feedback if you want! I love tips too!  I have big plans for this.  

-T

#jungkook x reader #jungkook #bts jeon jungguk #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #namjoon #bts jin #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #yoongi #bts V #kpop

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Mobile Profiles

Name: Amitsu Katoru

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender: Male 

Age:10.15(21)

Blood: Gold 

Height: 6'6

Sign:  Gemries sign of the Savy

Wrigglering day: May 25

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: Alligator Crossed with a Bear.

Typing quirk: Replaces As with @s

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

The owner of a cafe called HoneyBees.

2. Could whip up a custom tea that fits the troll’s personality.

3. Eastern Alterian with a bit of Southern. 

4. Amitsu loves large women. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Taluco Lalens @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls shipname: Strawberry Tea

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Calice Wahron

Type of Troll: Mutant River

Gender:She/Her

Age: 12.92 (28)

Blood: Olive

Height: 5'11

Sign:  LESCES sign of the instructor

Wrigglering day: April 1

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large Mexican Burrowing Toad named Baba Granham

Typing quirk: replaces K with 8, and E is 3

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A Mud color artist who makes her own paint.

Fresh water dweller who can not go into the sea.

Tends to nap on the river letting it take her anywhere in her boat. 

Has a small collection of books.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: crushing

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Epoina Hompis

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her 

Age:10.15  (22) 

Blood: Indigo

Height: 6'0

Sign:  Sagillo sign of the Lofty

Wrigglering Day: November 21st

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A horse size Valais Blacknose sheep known as Rosie Mcflufbottom or Baa Mama

Typing quirk:Replacing a with ą Ą,o with ø Ø and u with ű Ű.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

“ Høly Eąrth Crąwlers! Løøk ąt this plące”

Much prefers to live off the land than living in luxury.

Has a massive collection of gems and artifacts. 

Tends to travel far from home for days at a time.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Vohert Bogart @princeofdoomrps​  -Blueberry Strudels

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Ginlee Meggle

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender:She /Her 

Age:8.77(19)

Blood: Purple 

Height: 7'4

Sign:  CAPRIST SIGN OF THE AUDACIOUS

Wrigglering Day: November 2

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: medium size chinchilla with goat hooves named Atari Dustybottom

Typing quirk: start ～♪ and ～♬

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Not used to new things, Ginlee tends to become overly nervous about it.

Secretly writes slam poetry which she thinks as bad. 

Has a knowledge of different hues of paint and what would look good.

Its best not to touch Kotton, unless you wish to become paint.

Quardrants: 

Matespritship: Kotton Poplus- candy pop

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Kimaoi Midria

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her 

Age: 11.55(25)

Blood: Bronze 

Height: 5'4

Sign:  TAURPIA SIGN OF THE AESTHETE

Wrigglering Day: October 13th

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: Six legged Peruvian guinea pig named Cornwall Barnesly or guinny dad

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Typing quirk: Puts ‘¥’ in front of a sentence

Has her own small home business.

Cute and shy on the outside, horror movie junkie on the inside.

Trying to be comfortable in her own skin again.

Pop Karaoke queen.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Luxura Welran @mortuo-trolls

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Kotton Poplus

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender:She /Her 

Age:8.77 (19)

Blood: Lime

Height:  5'3

Sign: CANNIUS SIGN OF THE THEATRICAL

Wrigglering day: August 17

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A large maincoon\ persian purrbeast named Bobbinsnot

Typing quirk: Doubles her os

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A bottle of extreme ball lightening.

Can bend her arm backwards along with several other parts of her body. 

Probably the biggest fan of clowns.

Absolutely a wild party girl. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Ginlee Meggles- CandyPop

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Luenna Coutls

Type of Troll: Mutant land dweller

Gender: She/her

Age: 12.92 (28)

Blood: Indigo 

Height: 7'7 tail 6ft

Sign: Doesn’t have a sign

Wrigglering Day: July 16

Lusus: A scale jaguar dragon mix

Voice Claim: Here

Typing quirk: ༄ at beginning and ending of each sentences.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will run away from any loud noises or strangers. Or the combination of the two.

Carries around a snuggle pelt for comfort.

Doesn’t get outside that much, so we’ll add anything new may scare her to the list. 

Has a weakness to hot rocks.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Sprites and character design are done by :

@you-cansci-me​

Name: Mariuz Panais

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:He /Him

Age: 9.69(21)

Blood: Lime 

Height: 5'6

Sign:  CANRIUS SIGN OF THE HELPER

Wrigglering day: December 21

Voice Claim: here

Lusus:  A pig and elephant hybrid named Percilla 

Typing quirk: Having put double letters on some words like ‘ms’,’is’ as well four letter words with ‘as’

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Third fastest delivery troll by bike. 

Tends to be overly nervous whenever teased,scared or if he is near someone he likes. 

Is known to dance to pop music while at home. 

Whenever he is nervous, Mairzu will smell of candy.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: crushing

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Mariot Lotora

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender:She /Her 

Age:11.55(25)

Blood: Jade 

Height: 6’7

Sign:  Virus SIGN OF THE ADAPTABLE

Wrigglering day: January 1

Voice Claim: here

Lusus:  A six arm kangaroo

Typing quirk: Doubles her Xs,Ws, and Us

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Always making sure everyone in the caverns has something to eat before studying. 

Manages the largest recording of troll ancestorsty . 

First time being a mother to her own wriggler. 

Often panics whenever something goes wrong making it appear worse than it actually is. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship:Aidore Mikriu

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Nefiri Bastia

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:10.15(22)

Blood: Olive

Height: 6'10

Sign:  LENIUS SIGN OF THE RESTLESS

Wrigglering day: April 13

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A giant size sabertooth Wombat named Bruce Mamaro

Typing quirk: uses capitalize on all her Ss, Cs and Vs

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Was formerly the top huntress of her tribe.

Takes play fighting a bit too far at times.

Very competitive.

 Hates Cucumbers with a passion. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Matespritship: Mekale - @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls - Flying Sqitties

Moirail: open

Kismesis: Irados Blitza - @ask-a-few-trolls

Auspistice: open

Name: Nixiie Apilon 

Type of Troll: Land? 

Gender: She/Her 

Age: 11.08(24)

Blood: Jade 

Height: 5’3

Sign:  Virga sign of the pure

Wrigglering day: March 20th

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A fluffy luna moth caterpillar with cat face and long tail (currently in a cacoon)

Typing quirk: uses a ❀ when talking 

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

She will proceed to go after the shiny thing until she catches it. 

Nixiie and technology do not mix. 

❀ But why can’t I jump out the window! Its fun!❀

Natural flower child. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Rafina Uymumi

Type of Troll: Sea Dweller 

Gender:She /Her 

Age:12 (26)

Blood: Violet 

Height: 6'10

Sign:  Aquius SIGN OF THE WHIMSICAL

Wrigglering day: September 22

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large four eye plesioaur named Morgana

Typing quirk: ♯ and a few fish puns

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Known for her high ring acrobatic dance.

Tends to bing watch fantasy movies and shows. 

Had done private shows, if the patron is willing to pay for it.

Has a secret journal half filled with stories about fantasies. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

 Name: Orchid Roeana

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender:He/Him 

Age:13.38(29)

Blood: Jade 

Height: 6'6

Sign:  Viries sign of the mother 

Wrigglering Day: August 23

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large stork and swan hybrid known as Ms Paradox Space Stork

Typing quirk:  Start and end with ❦

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Never stay in one spot for long.

Has a bottomless bag.

Tends to sneak mutated grubs to grubless lusus.

Tries his best to save everyone even if they appear to be a lost cause.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

 Name: Uniico Katiwa

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender: He/Him 

Age:10.15 (21)

Blood: Bronze 

Height: 5'5

Sign:  TAURMINO Sign of the lonely 

Wrigglering Day: July 23

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A large sheep dog?

Typing quirk:⊱:3   at the start and end of every sentence. 

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is a proud descent of a woolbeast herder.

He thinks all sea dwellers are just mutated purples.

Knows his ways around fabric.

Uniico knows the mountains the back of his hand. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Lavase Copory belongs to @leethetrashpage​ - SilkPom

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

character design are done by : @ask-these-fantrolls​

Name:  Pohkin Boines 

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender:She /Her 

Age:9.69(21)

Blood: Rust

Height: 6'5

Sign:  Arsci SIGN OF THE MEDIC

Wrigglering day:June 20

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus:  A long horned saola

Typing quirk:replaces I with  î  Î and t with ť Ť

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

High maintenance should be her middle name. 

A lady of high society living fantasy.

Takes pride in both her garden and weave care.

God forbid if you enter her hive with dirty shoes. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Wilton Maytio

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age:9.23(20)

Blood: Teal 

Height: 6’4

Sign:  Libiborn Sign of the Finale  

Wrigglering day: October 4

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A panther size Siamese cat

Typing quirk: ♘ has a knight at the beginning and end of his sentences. 

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is the pain of the ass of the office.

Has a large collection of wind up toys.

Willing to take on a case if you are able to help him out with a prank.

A regular charming tomcat. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: crushing

Moirail: open

Kismesis: Eyries Stigot- @abysmaltourmaline

Auspistice: open

Name: Belity Talkar

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender: She/Her 

Age: 11.08(24) 

Blood: Teal 

Height: 5’3

Sign:  LIBUS SIGN OF THE VIBRANT

Wrigglering Day: August 4

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: One arm silverback Gorilla. 

Typing quirk: replaces Cs and Ds with Çč and Ðð

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Has proven she is a lethal little thing.

A siren in lounge singer clothing. 

Takes great care with her nails.

A devil in disguise.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Xariie Yrictt belongs to @leethetrashpage​ ship name: Retro Playlist.

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Guroka Azothi

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender: She /Her 

Age:8.31(18)

Blood:  Lilac 

Height: 7’7

Voice Claim: Here

Sign:  CAPRINIUS SIGN OF THE CREDULOUS

Wrigglering Day: September 6, 2019

Lusus: Twin tailed Spider Monkey

Typing quirk: uses Replaces H with 🍬. 

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Wants to be part of a eastern alterinan idol group.

Can’t tell the difference what’s real and not real.

Has a fantastic smile.

A big fan of eastern alterian sweet fashion. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Sprites are done by : @ask-these-fantrolls​

Name: Himwai Mippei

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her 

Age:17.54(38)

Blood: powder blue

Height:  6'3

Sign:  SCORCEN SIGN OF THE UNITER

Wrigglering Day: February 18,

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: Giant Sugar Glider

Typing quirk: starts sentences with expression emojis (≧◡≦)

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will mispronounce names.

Study to become a lab technion. 

Known to crochet small stuffed animals and other items.

Has an addiction to a drug known as ‘Delightful drops’.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: 

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Caesar Pizpea

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender: He/Him 

Age: 11.54(25)

Blood: Indigo 

Height: 11’11

Sign:  SAGIGA SIGN OF THE BUILDER

Wrigglering Day:  May 8

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A small Belted Galloway cow named Bluebabe

Typing quirk: Replaces Oos with Öö and Ee with  Éé

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll: 

Large body but a rather tiny brain

Overly friendly to small creatures, tends to hug them a bit too tight.

Able to lift a 20 ft tree out roots and all.

Has gotten his head stuck in a paper bag, and mistook it as a cave.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Mascar Oachri

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender: He/Him 

Age: 23.08(50)

Blood: Lime(#7fc924)

Height: 8’5

Sign:  [recated] 

Wrigglering Day:  unknown

Voice Claim: wip

Lusus: Red panda

Typing quirk: ♕  ♛

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll: 

Drinks a strange combination of brandy and whisky on the rocks.

Has a strong distaste of high pitch singing and anything pop related.

Once a mafia hitman.

He is mister gives no fucks.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Byuria Matlip 

Type of Troll: Land 

Gender: She/Her

Age:  8.31 (18)

Blood: Teal(#33a1a1)

Height: 5’9

Sign:  Limino Sign of the Endurer 

Wrigglering Day:  August 12

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A Bat Ear Fox Papillon mix.(descese ) 

Typing quirk: ꧁ ꧂At the begining and end of each sentence.  

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll: 

Can easily walk on her hands. 

Byuria use to be a graceful dancer.

Mosty mute but, tends to speak whenever she feels comfortable or needed to.

Had made her own patchwork dolls for comfort. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name:  Anthus Carphi

Type of Troll:  

Gender: They/Them

Age:15.69(34)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7’7

Sign:  [recatcted]

Wrigglering Day: May 14

Lusus:  wip

Voice Claim: here

Typing quirk:✧

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will end a career in seconds if they doesn’t like you.

Devil in spike heel boots.

Has been the top model for fashion week.

Takes the art of the theater very seriously. 

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: Joviia Gorgol belongs to @leethetrashpage​ Spotlight-Thieves

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Ostara Purima

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age:  11.08(24)

Blood: Jade

Height: 6’0

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day:  March 19

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus:  A large sea otter

Typing quirk:  Replaces E with ☘️

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll: 

Is the top of her class in the medical healing training and top of her class. 

Is an overachiever and a grub hatched bookworm.

A coffee addict whenever she needs something done ahead of a deadline. 

Nixiie is her partner whenever group projects come, as well tutoring her on the side.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

character design are done by : @mycrappyrpsideblog​

Name: Odoria Eander

Type of Troll: land

Gender: She/Her

Age:  18.46(40)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7’6

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: September 30

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: wip

Typing quirk:♗  beginning of every sentence and capitalizing M and W.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A devoted follower and second preacher of her church.

Has the most sales in the bake sales.

Appears ditzy and sweet but has a bit of a bitter dark chocolate side.

Odoria host the best movie night.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Ambean Saraza

Type of Troll: Sea Dweller

Gender: She/her

Age:  (21)

Blood: pastel indigo

Height: 7’9

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: January 12

Voice Claim:

Lusus: her mama Perlas and her lusus a 12 foot long Oarfish.

Typing quirk:  replaces B with 🍑

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Ambean is very playful though she doesn’t realize the other party is playing or not.

Her tribe is under a coral reef with a maze of tunnels for above and under the water.

A chalk artist, though it’s hard to find white chalk.

Ambean is the cause of a lot of capsizing for a lot of tribes who might be out on the water.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

#work in progress #moblie profiles

[obeymematches]

can i get a match up? i don't know how long this'll be but here goes.

im dante. im a trans man, 18, panro ace, puerto rican/japanese/black mix. im 5'3, petite, slim thick body type, pretty pale for my race, and i have black, short curly hair with straight bangs that cover one eye. im selectively mute, only talking when needed to or when im really close to someone, like family or friends. im blunt, monotone, and have a hard time expressing my emotions, so positive emotions seem fake when i express them. im goth but not, ya feel? like id describe myself as goth, i wear a lot of dark colors and i have an interest in dark things, my friends jokingly call me an eboy. i wear a lot of crop tops, leggings, over sized hoodies and sweaters, and shorts. im a very easily cold person, so, no matter where i go, i have to have on atleast 2 layers. i have anxiety, depression, and ptsd. i don't like to be touched without my permission or by people im not close to.

i love reading, drawing, anime, horror movies, and video games. i have a tendency to hyperfixate and infodump, but i've been brushed off a lot so im more likely to stop and apologize if i notice im doing it. i love playing my flute, i find it very calming when im anxious. i also dance! im very interested in true crime and i watch a lot of documentaries. i also have an interest in args and i watch a lot of videos about them. i was in marching band in highschool, so it isn't out of place to see me looking at videos of college bands performing. i love sweets and baking, mainly brownies and cookies.

i think that's it for me. sorry for how long this is.

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Hello Dante! 💎

Don’t feel bad about it being long, it is perfectly informative! Thank you for sending it, I really enjoyed writing your result. I hope you like it too! 

So after I’ve done my thinking, I matched you with Simeon! (i hope you don’t mind that not one of the brothers, feel free to tell me if you would rather one of them!) 

So I know that this is not canon but something tells me that Simeon is ace. 

You two could bond over that after some time spent together! 

Absolutely not the one to judge you for anything. If it takes time for you to open up, that is totally reasonable. After you can finally open up, Simeon would really enjoy that you talk so often now!! 

He would be the first to help you express your feelings. Even if you struggle, he is patient enough to not give up any time soon! 

Your fashion senses are just a bit different,  but that would give some extra cuteness to the relationship! Especially when it comes to clothing/accessory shopping! 

I mean the idea of him, in bright white clothes, shopping in the goth/eboy section of a store. Like what is he doing there- why does he need chains- isn’t he an angel or someth-- oooh it’s a gift! And it’s for your Birthday! 🥺

Him being him, would pay so much attention to not crossing any line with you. He would much rather not have any conflict, besides he likes you so much, so what would be the point of making you uncomfortable. 

He respects you and your space! 

We don’t really know that much about him which is a real shame but I think he is into reading also? Like not as much as a blonde someone, but Simeon likes his own pick of books too! He would read for you sometimes for fun! Even if you can’t care less what the book is about... how could you possibly say no to his literally angelic charm and voice... 

Oh he would absolutely love you playing the flute!! 

Some evenings you could just go on and on and he would sing along! (idk if it’s canon but you can not convince me that he can not sing.) From the combination of your flute and his voice, the Sun would come out and start shining! 

He would totally adore your dancing! 

I think he does too, but i’m not sure how much? like for fun, sure! 

You could really teach him a few moves from the human world though! He learns fast!

((Oh I think he is into baking? idk if i hallucinated that part but didn’t he make cookies or something at some point of the story? ))

Well anyway, he would be nobody if he wouldn’t enjoy spending time baking with you! 

You could teach him some recipes that you really like! 

He would also teach you what he likes!

You could definitely surprise him with his favourite sweet one day!! 

Imagine the pure joy on his face!!! 

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me matchup #obey me simeon #mintybunnii #submission

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Eight

Part Seven

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx X OC Warning(s): Language, mentions of drug abuse, minor sexual situations Tag list: @fandomshit6000 @lilmou5ie @tamedhearts @divaanya @allieburakovsky @kingbouji3 @evrsncnewyork  @6ixx6ixx@ratedrkohardychick91 @floregrohlssard  @oldschoolimagineblog@thanks2pete @abaldboi @swoopygorl @justjodeye @liith-ium @caos18blog@ytwahsog @shamlessobsessions @scarecrowmax @toadspleen @random-internet-user-4471

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A year and a half flew by like the speed of light, and things were starting to come together for every one of us. 

I put school on hold, which Nikki didn't like because he felt it was his fault, even though he was aware I would've put school on hold anyway for Tommy. I didn't even have to tell my parents I was dating Nikki because as soon as mom found withdraw forms from Julliard in the mail, she called me dishonest, accused me of disobeying my parents, and threw me out as soon as I let her know I found somewhere else to stay. I figured she would find out about us eventually, anyway, so there was no reason for me to go out of my way to tell her why I was putting school off. After that happened, I left my house and was living with Nikki once everyone saved up enough money to move out of the crappy apartment. To Vince and Tommy we were just room mates. We knew Mick didn't fall for it because, like Tansy, he also just knew things but he never mentioned a word of it Tommy or Vince, or even confirmed to either me or Nikki that he knew what was really going on. He minded his business, like he always did.

Tansy and her mom had moved out to New York the summer after we graduated because she had been approached for a contract with some modeling agency out there and they were paying for a nice apartment for them to stay in. I was proud of her because she had always wanted to model, however, I was skeptical. She was 5'3" and back then, you had no chance of hitting a runway if you were too short. So Editorials were her only option, but I knew she would be just as happy posing in Vogue as she would be walking down a catwalk.

So with the new album, Tansy modeling, everyone moving out of the hell-hole apartment and Nikki and I managing to make it over a year tolerating each other in a relationship, everything was falling in to place. And it was only getting better.

"'Jesus is Satan?' I raise a brow as I ask, seeing Nikki and Vince smiling and laughing while explaining why one of their sound engineers fled their recording session.

"It's only backtracking, it's not like we're throwing it out there. You gotta look for it." Vince explains.

"Aren't you two just every church girl's dream?" I ask sarcastically.

"Maybe you should start cleansing my soul before I come inside the apartment. It might help exorcise whatever demon you're convinced has possessed me." He says it genuinely, but I know he's full of it from the smirk he gives me. I'm tempted to threaten to close my legs anytime he wants any, but Vince is here and he'd tell Tommy if he knew about us, so I save the threat for later, narrowing my eyes at Nikki.

"Ohh, if looks could kill you'd be a dead man." Vince hits Nikki's arm as Nikki takes a swig of his Jack.

"Whatever, I'm taking a nap." I tell them, stepping to the guest bedroom which is supposed to be my room.

"You just woke up a couple hours ago," Nikki argues.

"I don't feel good." I reply, honestly, the budding feeling of nausea resting in the pit of my stomach.

Vince leans over to Nikki, whispering something in to his ear and Nikki shakes his head, grinning.

"No, not for another week." He says to Vince, the two smiling innocently at me and I ignore them and shut the door of the bedroom, crawling in to the bed.

After a few minutes of laying on my stomach, the nausea subsides and I'm able to go back to sleep for an hour and a half before the door of the bedroom door creaks open. I already know it's Nikki coming to harass me, and the feeling of his lips touching the bare skin between my shoulder blades that's been left exposed by the tank top I'm in, just confirms it.

Another kiss is pressed to the back of my shoulder, then to my cheek and I turn over to face him, enjoying the feeling of him over me.

"I gotta go to the studio." He tells me. "I'll see you later."

"Alright." I nod, sighing as he leans down to press his lips to mine for a second, before going to leave. It's not enough for me, though, and I'm scrambling to the foot of the bed to catch his wrist in my hand and pull him back to me, reminding him some two second peck on the lips is basically an insult to me, and usually is an insult to him unless it's to avoid being late to get on stage or going to the studio.

He chuckles at my desperate effort and pulls himself closer to me by my hips as our lips, tongues and teeth meet. Before I can reach for his belt buckle, he's groaning a little and putting his hands on my arms to push me away a slightly.

"I gotta go, Viv." He breathes out with a wide smile, brushing a few strands of red hair from my face. "We can fool around when I get back." He assures me.

"You'll be wasted when you get back." I argue.

"I won't drink that much." He presses a last kiss to my cheek, patting my hip before he leaves.

One of the many things to know about Motley Crue: "we won't drink that much" = "we'll try not to drink that much...but we will drink that much, and then some, and not remember any of it". Same rule applies to drugs and sex.

He gets back twelve hours later at four in the morning, swinging the front door open and stumbling back in to it with his hand still gripping the door knob to keep him from face planting. I look up from my bible to see him do this, and set it aside to go help him.

"Hey, Viv," He greets me with a slur and I give a sympathetic smile. "I think I drank that much."

"I kind of knew you would." I reply, helping him keep his balance as he steps to our bedroom. He plops down on the edge of the bed, tugging his boots off, nearly falling off the bed as he throws them across the room.

"C'mere." He says to me while I'm standing against the door frame with my arms crossed, watching him.

I do as he says, his hands grabbing at me at pulling me to straddle him.

"You smell like a bar," I tell him, laughing as he nips and licks at my neck.

"You smell good." He replies dopily and I rest on of my hands at the back of is neck, my fingers lacing through his hair.

"It's called a shower," I say. "You should try one some time."

"Fuck you." He falls back on the bed, his arms splayed out beside his head as he closes his eyes. "You know somethin'?" He asks me and I lean forward, my body against his as I rest my elbows on his chest.

"What?"

"I wanna fuckin' tell people we're together." His words surprise me a little.

"If we do that, Tommy will find out. And he will kill you."

"If he wants to kick my ass for fuckin' his hot friend, then fine, because I'm tired of lying and telling them we're 'room mates'." He explains sloppily. "Room mates don't sleep in the same bed naked and suck each others dicks in the shower."

My brows furrow at "dicks" and even drunk, he realizes his error.

"That's not right." He complains, rubbing his tired eyes.

"I don't have a penis, Nikki." I remind him and he gawks.

"I hope not cause I've been seein' pussy anytime I look down there." He says, looking directly at me with wide eyes and I have to try my hardest not to start cackling.

"You need to go to sleep." I move off of him, gently tugging at his hand to get him to move to his side of the bed.

"I got it." He waves me off, dragging himself to his spot, not bothering with the covers before laying down.

He's asleep within a couple minutes and I exhale, getting on my side of the bed before cutting the lamp on my bedside table out and going to sleep.

The next few days are spent scrambling to put together decent Christmas plans, which include picking Tansy up from the airport after she calls and gives us a heads up she's coming to visit.

"What do you mean you won't have time, Vince?" I snap, smearing icing on a cake. "You've had since January of this year to save December 23!"

"Beth doesn't wanna come." He finally says after minutes of going back and forth over the phone about why he can't come to dinner tonight.

"Then leave Beth at home! We all agreed last year to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas together every year."

"If Beth doesn't want to come, I can't come." He explains as Nikki and Mick come in with the beer and more Vodka and Jack.

"Well, no one told you to marry the uppity bitch, Vince." I state rudely, Nikki raising his brows at my language.

"Look, I love you, but I can't make it. I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you." He sighs out and I stay silent for a second.

"Did I mention it's also my birthday today? Are you really gonna ditch me, you're favorite red head, on my birthday?" I ask him, in a tone that hopefully sends him on a guilt trip. He doesn't answer me for a good two minutes before groaning.

"You are fuckin’ killing me, Viv." He tells me and I smile, knowing I'm getting my way. "Fine. I'll be there."

"Thank you, Vince." I say before he hangs up. "He is way too easy." Just as I finish saying it, Nikki's digging his finger into the tub of icing and smearing it down my face.

"Nikki!" I scold loudly, grabbing a paper towel to wipe it off my face but before I can, his tongue sweeps across my cheek and I scrunch my face up, not able to hold back the laughter in my throat as he licks the mess off my face, finally giving me a paper towel when he's done. "Beth wasn't gonna let Vince come tonight."

"Oh, no. How awful." Mick pipes sarcastically.

"First of all, it's my birthday. Second of all, it's tradition." I point out o him.

"Not really. We only spent celebrated your birthday and Christmas in one night last year because we were too broke for two different occasions." Nikki says, opening a beer and I give him a look, causing him to pause, look at me, look at Mick, then back to me, and say: "That fucking bitch was about break our tradition."

"Smooth." Mick mumbles to him.

"I need someone here who actually cares about sentiment. Where's Tommy?" I ask, continuing to glop and spread icing on the cake I've just made.

"Tommy's getting Tansy." Nikki tells me. "Like you told him to do, then Tansy's gonna grab all the stuff you'll need to make dinner. It will be fine. Calm down."

"I'm calm." I argue in a not-so-calm tone.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get started on this so I can endure your bitching all day." He opens the bottle of Jack and takes a big gulp.

"Then you'll be drunk tonight and you can't be drunk tonight." I take the bottle out of his hand.

"Then I'll get stoned." He states, stepping to our bedroom. After a moment, he's coming back in to the kitchen, seeming to be pissed off. "Where the fuck is my--"

"I hid it." I say without hesitation, looking over my shoulder at his expression. "It's my birthday."

"I haven't spent one night sober since I can remember. You're not changing that all because it's your fucking birthday. Give me my stuff back, Saint Vivian."

"Mick, tell the Devil's Spawn to 'man up' because one night sober will not kill him."

"Mick doesn't get a say in it because you're still letting him drink!" Nikki exclaims, motioning to the silent man on the couch who's nursing from his vodka.

"Mick has special privileges because he's the most responsible one out of you four any other time of the year." I finally finish icing the cake, turning to face Nikki, who's staring at me.

"Mick's fuckin' stayin' outta this fight and every fight after it." Mick states, leaving no room for discussion.

"We're not fighting." I insist. "We're having a slight disagreement."

"Which will be resolved the second Mother Mary gives me back my freedom." Nikki says.

"Since when does alcohol and psychoactive drugs have anything to do with freedom?"

"Since I was able to do them freely until I started having to put up with you." He argues.

"Put up with me? You say that like you just tolerate me." I cross my arms.

"Anytime I do something you don't think is good enough for you, you give me this look like I just shot a puppy. I can't breathe the wrong way without you looking down on me."

"Probably because when you 'breathe the wrong way', you're actually breathing wrong, do to all the depressants and stimulants you load into your body simultaneously!" I outburst. "I don't look at you that way because I'm judging you, I look at you that way because I'm hoping you won't over do it and croak over, so forgive me for not wanting you snorting and drinking everything in sight tonight because I would like my boyfriend to not risk dying on my birthday but apparently that's too much to ask for, so go for it!"

I'm expecting him to give me the look he's always given me when I try to tell him not to drink, pop pills or snort anything, but he doesn't. I guess it's because it's my birthday.

Before he can answer, someone's clearing their throat, and we snap our attention to the front door, seeing Tansy.

"Welcome to hell." Mick tells her, and she looks at me and Nikki hesitantly, as if she's thinking about turning back around and leaving. I'm sure she is until Tommy pops up behind her, arms full of groceries and a wide, excited smile on his face. Completely oblivious.

"Happy Birthday!" He pipes, walking in to set the bags on the counter and hug me tightly, picking me up. Nikki and I continue to glare at each other while I'm looking over Tommy's shoulder, and when he puts me back down, the two of us put on fake smile so he won't know we're fighting.

"Hey, babe, where do I need to put this?" A man that has to be at least 30 years old is walking in to our apartment, talking to Tansy while holding a Tupperware container.

"What is it?" I ask him, thinking it's food, taking the container.

"Oh, Smack." He says casually and I'm dropping the container in a matter of milliseconds, taking a step back and looking at Nikki with raised brows.

"Vivian!" Tansy complains, picking the container up, going to put it in the fridge but I block her way. "Oh, so, what? All the things these idiots pump themselves full of, you draw the line at heroin?" She asks me.

"I am the line." I inform her. "I am not keeping some stranger's drugs in my fridge."

"It's not some random stranger, it's Sparkie." She explains to me as if that makes me and the man best friends. "My boyfriend." She continues.

"I figured that." I reply.

"Why do they call you Sparkie?" Nikki asks him, skeptically.

Sparkie was an absolute idiot. Think of what strung out, worn down, one shoot up away from being dragged to hell, looks like. He looked like a walking corpse with a peculiar hue of blue to his skin and had sleeves of tattoos to try to mask his track marks, to no avail. A few of his back teeth had rotted out and it was evident anytime he opened his mouth to speak. His bleached blonde hair had grown out to his chest and his pitch black roots were greasy due to lack of bathing. He had frown lines, crows feet, smile lines and greyed facial hair along his jaw. Tansy claimed they had met on the set of one of her photoshoots and he was the photographer's assistant and said that he told her he fell madly in love after laying eyes on her for the first time. Well, Tansy was gorgeous, but she was also naked and posing for Playboy at the photoshoot where they met, so he might've confused wanting to have sex with her with wanting to date her. I prayed he'd only be temporary, but he managed to hang around for five more years until the two of them broke up during the "Girls" tour. I was stunned when she went from dating someone like Sparkie, to dating someone like Axl Rose.

"Freebasing accident. Ether's easy to catch on fire, man." He tells him with a chuckle and I feel multiple brain cells die.

"Fuckin' awesome, right, dude?" Tommy asks as he hits Nikki's shoulder and Nikki looks at me with a smug expression, knowing it's killing me to keep my mouth shut.

"We have room in the fridge, right, Viv?" Nikki asks me innocently and I roll my jaw, looking at Tansy's perfect smile, as if she's silently begging us to like her boyfriend.

"Absolutely." I say, taking the container from Tansy and putting it in the fridge before me and her start cooking dinner.

By the time Seven o'clock is rolling around, dinner's done and Vince is waltzing through the front door.

"Hey, Viv," He comes up behind me in the kitchen while I'm washing my hands, kissing my cheek as he puts a present on the counter.

"Hey," I greet him, seeing Beth occupied with talking to Tansy.

"Who's...?" He nods in Sparkie's direction and I turn the sink off and get in his ear.

"Tansy's boyfriend, Sparkie. His White China is in my fridge and he got his name after a freebasing accident." I educate him and he raises his brows, an amused smile pulling at his lips.

"Tansy's dating him?" He whispers and I nod.

"Jesus," He mumbles, watching as she comes over to us to hug him.

"Vince!" She greets him eagerly, throwing her arms around him and he pulls her to him tightly, catching an evil look from his wife.

"Hey, Tans," He says when she pulls away.

"C'mon and meet my boyfriend." She grabs his hand and pulls him to the living room.

"Um, hey, Devil-Spawn, I need your help for a second." I tell Nikki and he looks up from his conversation with Sparkie and rolls his eyes, stepping to the kitchen.

"What?" He asks me and I drag him to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

"Tansy's dating a loser." I voice out immediately and he gives me a look.

”I thought you wanted a quickie. Had I known you were just gonna bit--"

"He's a moron. 'Ether's flammable'? 'Put my smack in the fridge'?" I mock his voice.

"He didn't say the last one."

"Tansy is too naïve for someone like him." I ignore him. "She doesn't know what she's getting herself in to being with someone like that."

"I'm someone like that." Nikki reminds me and I scoff.

"Um, you don't carry a Tupperware of Smack with you, you're not burning yourself in ether explosions, you're not taking advantage of a beautiful blonde girl who just wants to make everybody happy..." I list a few things Sparkie's doing. "Look, I'm not worried about me doing anything because I have the will power of God when it comes to drugs and alcohol but Tansy will do the most ridiculous, disgusting, debasing things to make someone happy. Trust me, she's told me some of the things she felt like she had to do in order to keep some of her past boyfriends and I'm scared he's gonna get her hooked on some of his mess because he'll figure out if he asks her to do anything, she'll do it." I explain to him and he sighs.

"Maybe she's not as naïve as you think she is. I mean, it's been over a year since you last saw each other, so it's possible she's changed and knows exactly what she's doing." He tries to reassure me.

"I'd rather her be oblivious and naïve to the severity of the situation than knowingly be waltzing in to her own self-destruction." I state blankly.

"I wonder who all's gonna be saying that about you when they find out you're with me." Nikki says pointedly and I open my mouth to speak, but close it again.

"You're right. She's a big girl who can take care of herself and I'm being judgmental of Sparkie." I admit.

"You're admitting you're wrong?" He asks me in pretend shock, leaning closer to me, putting the palm of his hand flat on the door beside my head and I cross my arms and avoid looking at him.

"I guess." I mumble, not liking the fact I have to admit I'm wrong and he knows it, basking in the glory.

"Viv?" He asks and I look at the bathroom floor, still not acknowledging him. "Hey," He grabs my jaw gently, forcing me to look at his darkly lined eyes. "You have such a big heart, you worm your way in to other people's lives to try to get them to not make decisions that you wouldn't make, to protect them. But just because you wouldn't choose to do something, doesn't mean it's a wrong choice for someone else."

"Snorting coke and throwing back shots until you can't stand up, isn't a good choice for anyone." I already know what he's getting at and he sighs, stomping his foot.

"If I hear one more 'dude' from Sparkie without some kind of buffer in my system, I'm gonna knock his head into the fuckin' counter, Viv." He states, pointing his finger in the direction of the living room.

"You're doing great." I tell him, taking the hand he's pointing his finger with and hold it in both of my hands. "We only have to deal with him for a few more minutes and then everyone will be gone, and we'll have the place to ourselves," I say, taking one of the chains of his few necklaces around his neck and running it threw my fingers, pulling him to me. "And I'll let you do whatever you want."

His expression darkens at my promise, his lips pulling upward in to a crooked smile as his hands move to my hips and he guides me to the sink, picking me up and putting me on the edge of it,

He's putting himself between my open legs, his finger tips gripping at the flesh of my thigh as his other hand is hiking my maroon dress up, his tongue dancing with mine. I push the thin straps of my dress of my shoulders and his lips leave mine when he yanks the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. Just as his teeth are biting a trail down my skin, the door swings open, causing me and Nikki to scramble to get ourselves off of each other, but it's too late.

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