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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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Do you think c! Quackity are skilled on the mastering of "necessary convincing" on a person? And man the stream yesterday was so intense dark theme.

hello !

this is testament of how behind i am in asks, haha, considering this was sent basically at the beginning of q’s visits and it’s been ,, uh ,, several months since then ASJKFLJAS - but im going to try to answer it now while pretending that we dont have months proving that c!quackity is very willing to do whatever the hell it takes to get the revive book from someone.

i think that the ,, technicalities? of the torture were never an issue - everyone in the dream smp universe has to know how to use a weapon in its most basic form, after all, just to defend themselves from mobs and stuff, tho some people are clearly more adept at using them than others. torture is ultimately just hurting someone until they do what you want them to do (way oversimplified, but this definition works here) - physically, if you’re able to kill a zombie, there’s functionally little different with inflicting harm on a defenseless unarmed human with no means of defending themselves.

the real challenge, as with most things in the minecraft roleplay, comes from the mental side - how far is c!quackity really willing to go? obviously he *can* hurt someone, but doing so also tends to go against a lot of our most basic instincts as humans. defying that becomes the real question to consider - and c!quackity, in his increased willingness to hurt not only c!dream, but everyone as he’s manipulated people more and used people more for his own gain in the last few months, seems to providing as much of an answer as we’re going to get.

this obviously isnt to say that he isn’t conflicted, or that he’s pure evil !! but c!quackity, by his own admission, seems to hold little trust for other people and ideals anymore. his main goal is Las Nevadas and whatever he needs to make it great - anything and everything else is either a means to his end or an obstacle in his way. i dont doubt that there are chinks to this mindset to exploit, things that he cares about enough to take his single-minded focus off of Las Nevadas. as of now, though, i don’t think that torturing c!dream and the violence it’ll require of him will be that breaking point.

anyway, have a really dark snippet exploring c!quackity some more !! he’s really fun to write, though i don’t think i’ve really mastered his voice yet - practice makes perfect, i guess. heed the warnings and hope you enjoy!

tw: torture, abuse, blood, injuries, branding, violence, death mention, abuse apologism, mental deterioration, dark content, dark imagery, very dark portrayal of c!quackity, pandora’s vault/prison arc

There’s a certain learning curve that comes with torturing someone.

It sounds obvious, thinking back, as much as it sounds morbid as all hell, but it’s not like he’s in any position to judge. Quackity swipes another stack of iron from a chest, momentarily grumbling about the cost, before melting down three ingots for the blade of his next axe. He could just do it in a crafting table, but there’s a degree of calm in the monotony of doing it all by hand, slowly watching as the iron begins to glow red hot in the heat of the furnace and then hammering it into shape on his anvil. He hadn’t been good at it before, had let Sapnap do the majority of the smithing for the three of them in the past, but. Well.

When you’re eating through several sets of iron tools a week, either from bending them out of shape against unforgiving obsidian or melting the blades past saving in lava or burning them all entirely, when he’s too tired to be bothered cleaning off the blood and simply chucks the used tools after a session into the molten rock outside the cell, you kind of have to figure out how to make your own shit so others don’t get suspicious.

He beats the metal into a block, humming softly over the clangs of his hammer. There’s definitely a learning curve to crafting weapons, too - he’s pretty proud of the ones that he can make, now, even though he’s still no good at any of the fancier furnishings and finishes (nor does he particularly care about them). Figuring out how to torture someone effectively was a similarly slow process - finding their limits and how far to push before something, inevitably, gives. He hadn’t exactly handled it the best in the first few visits, usually retching into the nearest wastebasket at the smell, at the feeling of blood coating his fingertips, at the screams ringing incessantly in his head. It wasn’t all that long before he forwent sleep altogether, devoting all of his time on paperwork and calls and anything that would deafen the cries that would’ve haunted him otherwise. He was no good with his tools, either - more than a few times, in those early visits, did he end up slicing too deep or going too far and needing to cut the session short for Sam to come in and administer health pots before Dream died and rendered all of their efforts useless.

(Sapnap had been the one to first teach him how to wield an axe, correcting his stance and his grip with gentle, calloused hands. He remembers them training on the newly laid dirt surface of Mexican L’manburg, sweat dripping down his neck from the sun beating against their heavy armor, Sap laughing at his unbalanced, heavy-armed swings and demonstrating with his own weapon, movements fluid and graceful as if it was an extension of his own arm. In the cell, he thinks of Sapnap’s voice, firm in his focus - feet at least shoulder width apart, hands braced on the axe handle, left sitting just above the end and the right just a few inches below the head - and swings.)

It had been...a process. A bloody, often painful process - his hands are calloused, now, in ways they never were before, from the constant handling of his many tools. His back aches constantly from bending over, and his shirt - more often splattered with blood than not - now bears some permanent pink stains that he can’t get out no matter how hard he tries. (The laundry, he thinks wryly, had been a hell of a learning process as well.) He picks up the metal with a pair of tongs, easing it back under the fire’s heat until it glows a soft pink, and then places it back onto the anvil to work - slowly beating the metal into shape.

He’s had to learn a lot. The lessons are fascinating, in a gruesome, morbid sort of way. He’d brought a brand the other day, painstakingly carved into a fancy, curlicued Q all on his own, used in his work at Las Nevadas originally to finish furnishing a few pieces of leather furniture he had scattered around the city. As Dream struggled under him, skin blackening under the white-hot metal, he’d immersed himself in the sight, far more similar to his past leatherwork than he might’ve originally expected. He almost wanted to do it again, just to compare, but the stress of it all had been enough to knock the prisoner into shock, which had put a significant damper on the rest of his visit. He watches the iron glow contemplatively from his anvil, not nearly as hot as he works at it.

Another dip in the furnace later, it’s heated just enough to work out the finishings, and he carefully knocks the ends into a blade. Picking it up with a pair of tongs, he holds it up to a nearby piece of glowstone, grinning at the finished axe head. There’s still quite a bit to do, technically - he still needs to sharpen it along with the other ones he’s finished, as well as fasten them to their handles, but even so - it looks good. He examines it, back and front, against the light. It’s probably his best one yet.

Quackity smiles to himself as he puts it down with the rest, pulling out his calendar from behind him and carefully marking another red X over the date. Learning to torture someone takes a hell of a lot of time, but. Well.

He has all the time in the world.

#tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw death #tw injury #tw violence #tw branding #tw abuse apologism #tw mental deterioration #tw dark content #tw dark imagery #c!quackity critical #not really but i digress #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks

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dazenightmare · 3 years

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angst time! with george!

remember how friend was a bluebird that died randomly? yeah, since friend died to tnt in canon, and i refuse to believe that phil would ever do anything to hurt his son here, what if it was due to some karen’s spoiled brat playing with a baseball bat from the sport section, cuz “he’s an aspiring pro baseball player”? he’s swinging it around, taking out, like, five shelves of electronics, and decides that friend was the perfect moving target to test his skills on.

george sees the electronics destruction going down, not the friend bit, and actually leaves his office for once to track down the brat, since kids respond better to a tangible person scolding them and he’s the only one working currently not involved in the season 2 finale. (i say this because most of the deli section aren’t there, since the freezer’s broke and won’t stop hissing and dream needs to repair it. wilbur’s taking the day off to hang out at the sandwich shop and talk to schlatt, phil is on a date with mrs. minecraft, and techno is down at his potato farm. tommy is the only one who is there, since he’s hanging out with tubbo, but since the finale is happening, neither boy is paying attention either.)

as soon as he finds them, the kid has swung and hits a home run on friend. its the first and only time the man gets physically aggressive with any customer and he just tears the bat from the kid’s hands, spitting fire and fury as he slowly reverts back to his manhunt years. this brat takes one look at this terrifying man and bursts into tears, as george grabs his wrist and drags him to the help desk after putting friend’s body somewhere safe, where eret and a couple other customers who just want to check out are trying to calm down the karen who’s screaming about her son being missing. the kid is still crying and screaming and throwing a tantrum about how “the scary man hurt him”, and “he just hit a stupid bird”, and “that his mom should sue him” when george leans into the mic and says over the intercom, in an eerily calm voice, “i have a spoiled brat who just killed friend and his useless mother at the help desk. i am currently hiring punz and the rest of the mercenaries to hunt them down. tommy and tubbo, friend’s body is located in aisle 7 on top of the dog beds. someone call wilbur and let him know that his bird has just died.”

the finale pauses, as sam is midway through shoving dream into pandora’s box and the others are cheering when they hear this and the vibe changes immediately. needless to say, the employees and customers help the mother and child meet a terrible fate, (they aren’t dead, the kid just got kicked from the baseball team and suspended from school for killing a pet on purpose, and the mother had to pay a $1000 fine for her son), the store isn’t sued, and wilbur is heartbroken.

george blames himself for not getting there sooner to prevent it and now actively tries to stay awake in order to keep a keener eye on the animals outside of dream’s office, ie. carl, henry, bingus, and sacrifice.

also, terrible post for this, but im jumping on the sleepy signoff bandwagon, lets go. - thirteen

I am very close to tears but I love this so much.

#asks #store au #wilbur soot #georgenotfound

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purge-that-urge-rhackathon · 3 years

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Understudy

Tim’s plastic surgeries have made him physically indistinguishable from Jack. When both are caught by bandits with a score to settle, Tim puts his acting skills to use to protect Jack, despite how much the CEO rants otherwise.

Tim is way too good at what he does, and he suffers for it.

This is Day 5′s sentence prompt fill for FebuWhump: “Take me instead”

This labeled as Understudy. Also on my ao3 here. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

Jack had always applauded Tim’s acting skills. The guy was talented as hell. Sometimes Jack couldn’t even remember which of them it was in his biopics that they watched together. Tim sometimes seemed like he knew him better than he knew himself, and he trusted the younger man’s judgment when he slipped into important roles that Jack himself couldn’t be there to fill.

Right now, though, Jack wanted nothing more than for the handsome idiot to shut that gorgeous mouth and stop claiming that he was Jack. But Tim wouldn’t do it; kept pushing the inbred bandit clan that had taken them, and they were taking it out on the younger man’s body.

Tim was taking a beating meant for him, and the double wouldn’t drop the act, despite how Jack yelled at him otherwise. He was bleeding already from the mouth and nose, still standing somehow, but his arms were bound behind his back, and he was kept from retaliating by two brain-dead lunks gripping him at the elbows.

Jack wasn’t scared at first-- didn’t want to accept that he was scared now- but he didn’t know how much more the double could take. There hadn’t been any demands made yet. No trying to extort cash or guns or anything that might tempt the usual Pandoran idiots; Jack didn’t know how to manipulate the situation to their advantage. It seemed like all they wanted was to lay down some hurt on Jack.

But without knowing who was who-- they’d both said they were Jack when it had come to it- the bandits had had to choose who to start with.

Apparently, Tim made a more convincing Jack than Jack did.

Tim’s left eye was swollen shut, bruising already darkening the flesh as he visibly began to sag against those flanking him; they made sure Tim stayed up while their boss laid into him.

Jack couldn’t handle not being able to do anything. Not being able to command Tim to shut up and tell them who he really was. Not being able to put a damn bullet through their thick skulls. “I told you morons, he’s a double!!” Jack raged from where he was trapped in what more or less amounted to a human birdcage in the room. “Timothy!! Goddammit, tell them who you are!”

Tim spat blood on the floor, then laughed. “...he’s good, right?” Tim boasted with a rough, cocky sort of tone, looking up. He hurt all over, and they hadn’t really even begun yet in his opinion. Right now it was still just fists laying into him. And that was something Tim knew that he could take.

But what he couldn’t take was letting them have Jack. If he could do anything, he wanted to protect the CEO while he could; buy more time while their drones must be trying to locate them.

Tim gave Jack a smile, something genuinely amused in his words even for how bloody his smile was. “I get what you’re trying to do here, kiddo, but I’m the hero of this story. Me. The real Jack.” Jack made a face, and Tim fell back on the easy speech patterns of a calm, confident CEO of Hyperion. He could see the effect it had on the older man; he knew he was good, and he knew Jack wished he wasn’t right then. “It’ll take more than these assholes to do in your pal Jack, cupc--”

The punch to Tim’s midsection knocked the wind out of the double with a painful sound, and Tim dropped to his knees and bent over himself wheezing for air as their assailants laughed.

Jack was scared that the younger man was going to get himself killed at this rate.

Not that Jack didn’t think they weren’t going to kill the both of them anyways, but there was no reason to hurry that process along. And Tim’s smart mouth-- Jack’s smart mouth- was going to get him into trouble.

“Tim!”

“...Yeah, fuck this,” their boss spoke as he finally wiped Tim’s blood off his hands and onto his pants.

Tim stayed down still trying to catch his breath. Jack hoped that meant that this was done. That they’d quit for the day-- or at very least trade Tim out for Jack. This never should’ve happened to Tim. Loyalty, love, regardless, Tim should not be experiencing this.

“Take ‘im downstairs. Put ‘im in the chair.”

Tim was hoisted up by his arms, weakly slumped forward in their grasp as blood and saliva dripped from his mouth to the floor. He couldn’t lift his head, but he’d caught his breath; he was still defiant.

“...I can... take whatever you dish out… butthead.” He grunted in pain as he was hoisted up further, and Jack absolutely rattled the cage with helpless panic. They’d kill him. They were gonna kill Tim. He was absolutely gonna be killed. And Jack couldn’t do anything.

“No! No, hey! Take me, you assholes! He’s just a liberal arts major! He’s a stupid-good actor with expensive surgery!!” Jack shouted out. He railed on, chest tight with a sudden panic that he wasn’t going to see Tim come back up alive if they took him now. He was stuck in this damn cage, helpless to stop it, and the thought of losing the other man was too much to even consider.

It had Jack scared to death.

“He’s a useless double!! I’m Handsome Jack! Me, you shit for brains! Take me instead!”

Jack could hear Tim’s cries echoing up the stairwell from where they’d taken him. He didn’t know what they were doing, but he screamed his throat raw trying to convince them who he was: gloating about smaller victories in non-publicized towns on Pandora. Of the finer details of murdering Tassiter; of things that he knew Tim could never hazard guesses at all; things which incriminated him a far deal more than Jack wanted to admit to himself

Something must have worked along the way, because one of them came up for him and took Jack below as well with utter outrage.

Both of them woke up in Hyperion medical beds several days later, whole if not worse for wear.

Jack wished he could remember what had happened once he’d been taken below. He remembered putting up a hell of a fight. That much he was certain of. He had the feeling he’d blinded one of them with just his fingers, but there was no telling for sure. The unit that had rescued them had cleaned up the whole town and murdered everyone in the compound, so he supposed it didn’t matter in the end anyways. The hero won.

Tim no longer sounded like Jack. But he didn’t sound like himself, either. Voice modulator improperly removed, and a reconstructive surgery hours later to fix it, and Tim was joking about this voice still sounding better than his original one, but already missing the sound of ‘his’ old voice.

He wasn’t going to be Jack’s double again for a long time. Not if their new menagerie of scars were any kind of indicator. The one at Tim’s throat was especially brutal; he didn’t know when he’d be able to get back on the job convincingly unless Jack took to wearing turtlenecks.

Jack had a different solution for the problem entirely.

He told Tim in a voice that left zero room for argument that Tim was retiring from the double program with a generous severance package… Or else.

Tim was frankly not keen on finding out what ‘or else’ might entail, but when he told Jack that he had a generous package for the older man as well, the CEO just smirked.

At least Tim’s good humor survived everything, and for everything else, well, the painkillers certainly helped matters.

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#jackothy #handsome jack #timothy lawrence #jackothy fanfic #borderlands #febwhump 2021 #my fic #implied torture and non graphic beatings :)#timtams is one hell of a tough cookie

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much-obliged-timothy · 3 years

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Whumptober #28

Borderlands - #28 - Accidents

“Up, Timmy!”

Tim looked up at Jack but didn’t move from his seat. Jack scowled at him and smacked his lunch off the table, the food splattering on the floor.

“I said I wanted a cat, not a boss who has all the worst traits of a cat,” Tim said, glaring.

“You’re going to clean that up, pumpkin,” Jack said, patting his shoulder. “And make it quick. We’ve got places to be.”

“It’s my day off,” Tim said.

“Day off?” Jack laughed so hard that Tim wanted to smack him. “Not when you’re me, kiddo. Heroes don’t get a day off.”

Tim heaved a sigh and stood up. He looked around and snapped at the closest loader bot. “Clean up that mess. Some asshole dropped his food.”

“Language,” Jack chided. “And I thought I just told you to clean it up.”

“Heroes don’t clean up food like some lousy janitor,” Tim said.

“Alright, fair.” Jack slung an arm around his shoulder. “Now, the real reason I dragged you back from the casino. We’re going to take a trip to Opportunity to see how the construction is going. They’re bringing in some expensive materials at the end of the week, and I want you to oversee the construction for a bit.”

Tim would much rather stay in the casino, where the vault hunters couldn’t get him. “Why me?”

“Because bandits have been trying to steal the construction materials. Those chump doubles there suck at combat. But you? You, kiddo, held your own on Elpis. So you’re going to get out there and make me look good, at least for a week or two. Then I’ll stick you back in the casino like I promised,” Jack said.

Just one or two weeks. That wasn’t so bad. He doubted the vault hunters would even bother with Opportunity right now, anyway. Jack had them running circles around Pandora, but he tended to keep them away from places like that.

“Fine,” Tim said reluctantly. “Do I at least get a bonus for this?”

“Already taken care of,” Jack said, which made this whole thing a lot more pleasant. “Extra pay for your time there. Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

Well, for some extra pay, Tim would tolerate it. He allowed Jack to lead him along towards the office.

They activated the fast travel station in the office and arrived just outside Opportunity. Jack led Tim inside, and Tim looked around curiously. He hadn’t been here in a while, and construction was coming along nicely.

“Handsome Jack, sir!” a worker said in alarm, running up to them. He looked briefly afraid to see two of them, but shook it off and wisely didn’t mention it. “Sir, it’s not safe to walk around this area right now. We’re moving materials up to the roof, and some of them have been slipping off. We’ve already had two workers injured and one killed.”

“Well maybe you should be more careful, kiddo,” Jack said, and strolled past him. “Keep up, other-me. This is the section you’ll be keeping an eye on.”

Fantastic, another hazardous workzone. He wondered if having materials dropped on him would be better or worse than being shot at on the moon, then decided he never wanted to find out. Shit, he missed the casino already.

“Paycheck, Timmy,” he mumbled to himself. “Do it for the paycheck bonus.”

“The bandits have been sneaking in, because apparently these idiots can’t even do a basic security job,” Jack said. “I’ve got someone working on getting new security in, but in the meantime, you’re in charge of killing anyone who gets in here unauthorized. And make a big show of it. You can, I dunno, stick their heads on a stake outside or something to warn off the others.”

“Yea, no, still not a psychopath,” Tim said.

Jack shrugged. “Your loss. It’d probably make the job easier.”

“I’m not sticking anyone’s head on a stake,” Tim said.

“Oh, please, we both know you’d do it if I paid you to,” Jack scoffed.

“...Alright, depends on how much. But still,” Tim said.

“The other double will be on the opposite side of Opportunity to watch their operations there. So you’ll just have to-” Jack started.

“WATCH OUT!”

Tim looked up, startled at the shout. But then he saw something plummeting at the two of them, and he moved instinctively, just the way Jack had trained him to.

He shoved Jack out of harm’s way, just in time. Something crashed into him, and he screamed at the sudden agony in his legs as he hit the ground.

People were yelling all around him, but Tim could only scream and writhe in pain. His legs. God, his fucking legs.

Someone jabbed him with something- a health kit, maybe. He didn’t know. It hurt too much to focus on anything but the pain and the horrible pressure on his legs.

“-im! Tim!”

His own voice. No, Jack’s voice.

He was injected with something else, and after a few more moments of excruciating pain, everything fell numb. He panted heavily and looked up at Jack’s angry face.

“Whoever the hell dropped that on him! I want their asses on Helios when I get back!” Jack snapped. “Goddammit, look at this mess. Do you know how expensive he was?”

Tim looked down, and his face paled. There were huge slabs of marble crushing both his legs, blood pooling all around him.

“Sir, the doctor just arrived at the fast travel station!” someone yelled.

“My legs,” Tim said numbly.

“We gave you something to numb you. You wouldn’t stop screaming,” Jack said, putting a firm hand on his shoulder. “Don’t move or you’ll make it worse. I’m going to be really pissed if they can’t fix this.”

Their personal doctor rushed over with a small team. “What happened, sir?”

“An accident. These idiots just dropped marble on his legs,” Jack said, gesturing to it.

Tim felt detached from his body as they attempted to remove the marble from his ruined legs. One of the medical team guided his head onto the ground so that he was looking up at the sky instead of their progress.

But still, he found himself staring up at Helios. He’d given everything to Jack. He’d just sacrificed his own legs to save Jack.

But some part of him knew how this was going to end. He knew what that horrible pain meant.

“Sir,” the doctor said a long while later, his voice quiet. “There is no fixing the damage to his legs. We’ll have to amputate both of them.”

“Ampu-” Jack stopped and swore loudly. He ran a hand down his mask, and Tim watched him, his stomach sinking.

Because he knew Jack. And he knew what Jack would not tolerate.

Sure enough, Jack took his gun out. “Goddammit. They better have rounded up every idiot who caused this. I’m pissed now. He was supposed to oversee construction here. He was a good investment.”

“You can get me prosthetics,” Tim said, but his tone was empty.

“Do I look like I have prosthetic legs?” Jack said in annoyance, kicking Tim’s shoulder. Tim felt nothing, his body still numb. “You were useful while it lasted, but these useless morons just ruined one of my greatest investments. I’ll have to find another doppelganger now. What a pain.”

Tim wanted to argue. He wanted to beg. He wanted a last chance to call his friends in the casino, or even his mom.

But none of that mattered to Jack. Tim was just damaged goods now, and Jack didn’t like broken toys.

He’d survived so much. To think an accident would be the thing to finish him.

He would’ve been fine if he’d moved out of the way. His reflexes were quicker than Jack’s. It was Jack who would’ve been crushed.

But Jack had trained Tim too well. Tim had just reacted, not stopping to think about his own safety because Jack had drilled it into him for years that his safety didn’t matter anymore. Only Jack mattered.

And now…

“Jack,” Tim whispered.

Jack rested the gun against Tim’s temple. “I’m showing you mercy, kiddo. If I don’t do this, there’ll be surgeries and physical therapy. You’ll never be whole again.”

Jack didn’t really care about any of that. He just didn’t want to see himself damaged. They both knew it.

There was no guilt, no pity. Jack would pull the trigger and it would be back to business.

Tim looked back up at Helios. There was nowhere else to look. If he had to pick a final sight, at least it wouldn’t be that uncaring face he’d worn for the past several years.

“Asshole,” Tim said, and closed his eyes.

He heard Jack’s laugh, but then the gunshot rang out and everything stopped.

#borderlands #timothy lawrence #Handsome Jack #whumptober2020 #no.28 #accidents #fic #borderlands fic #jtdoeswhumptober #My writing #my post

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missing-my-griffin · 5 years

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My useless & ranty thoughts on 607

This episode might be... my actual favorite episode ever???? Jesus I cried my eyes out for half of it. I just wanted to hug Clarke. She’s the most wonderful and selfless person ever, and guess what SEASON 1 CLARKE IS BACK. Imma write out my thoughts, just bc I feel like I can’t help it.

1) Clarke’s fight - The golden princess is finally back, and I am alive. it was all so genius?? She gave up, just like I thought she would. But it was the middle of the episode, and with everything that was teased, I didn’t think we were gonna leave J!Clarke’s minds the entire episode. So I was like.. huh?? How the fuck are we gonna save her? Her people won’t. For a fraction of a second I thought she’d think of Madi and Bellamy and change her mind and simply decide that she wants to live, but that would be selfish and very unlike Clarke. And then Monty strodes in, the light of my life, and they’re friends and they’re adorable and so smart, omg. And Clarke fucking realizes doing the right thing matters, and she wants to prioritize it over dying for her people?? Who might just be trapped within another tyranny anyways. Fucking.... amen. God. What the hell. Actual, literal S1 Clarke being back. The one who always goes above and beyond, who sacrifices the greater good for the individual if it’s the right thing to do. Who fought teeth and bone to save Jasper, a lost cause. Josephine calling her out on being a scared kid hiding behind the smokescreen image of a badass??? Clarke finding herself again with Monty and actually becoming said badass?? I am - ugh. god.

2) Monty and Clarke. They were absolutely my favorite thing this episode. Monty’s a ray of sunshine and embodies everything Clarke believes in; he was there in MW and backed her, he was there S5 and believed in her. He never ever blamed her for making the tough choice, he only ever blamed her for making the wrong one. Example the list. The list was wrong. Free will, sacrifice or chance, would have been right. A ranking of genes.. that’s wrong. And why did he rip into her for that? Bc he knew she should know better. Bc he believed in her. bc she messed up and used “my people” as an excuse. And then he was back this ep and he didn’t judge her, he helped her find her way and herself and just... name a more iconic duo. Ill wait. Okay, of course, Bellarke. But like... Clonty?? Close second this ep. I wish hed survived. They’d be the cutest bffs.

3) Octavia and Clarke - fitting to have Octavia confront Clarke with her S5 actions. She was compared to O by Raven, called “worse”. Clarke believes it I think. But still, Octavia wasn’t malicious in her confrontation? A dry sarcastic lil bitch and Im loving her. Im in awe of their dynamic anyways and I wish they’d interact again irl. She also has no beef with S5 Octavia because she admired S4 Octavia, I think. The conclave and Octavia’s choice were heroic. Octavia was right, Clarke was wrong. Clarke knew what she did with the bunker was wrong. In hindsight, Clarke thinks she made those choices because she’s a bad person but she made them out of weakness, hopelessness and depression. Clarke ultimately feared Octavia’s choice would be her downfall bc there was a big chance theyd just all kill each other. It’s what happened sort of, it killed Octavia, so Clarke doesn’t judge her. But also, it was the right thing to do anyways: trying. This has been a long time coming. it was eating me up that they didnt face those things Clarke did, narratively. For humanity, that was her justification. That’s wrong. For her people. that’s also wrong. For your people. For people. That’s right. And you’ll catch me crying about this for years.

Octavia being a link between Clarke and bellamy, like always, also made me an emotional mess. Octavia calling her out on leaving Bellamy, even though she fucking threw him in the pit?? omg, hilarious. Clarke doesn’t blame Octavia. She blames herself. Can you believe?? Clarke arguing that Bellamy forgave her. Bellamy not being there bc she doesnt actually believe he did. Also, Clarke thinking Bellamy deep down thinks the worst things about her that she thinks about herself?? Im... not ok. We’ve been knew shes a walking self conscious mess with her heart ripped to pieces bc of bellamy. But confirmation is glorious. the poor girl. AND HE LOVES YOU YOU IDIOT. Which brings me to Pt:

4) Bellarke -- ahhhhh omg. The angst. The depth. What the hell. She couldn’t ‘face’ Bellamy. His voice was everywhere, all the time, it was so eerie, but we didnt see him once? Kill me. Would he have helped her if he was there? hated her? tried to kill her? Walked away? Given her a friendshippy hug and been totally un-in-love contrasting irl Bellamy?? Clarke didnt want to know, so we don’t know. and also, projection bellamy alone could have filled the entire ep in her mind. it would have introduced too many themes into one episode, so Im completely ok with not seeing him. if they’d done anything more than slightly mention Bellamy, they would have opened Pandora’s box. This is so good.

5) Bellamy murder face Blake is back again and he WILL save his wife.

6) lastly: “be the good guys.” Felt so hollow all season. They were preaching it over and over, do better, be better, but like... there was no heart. They were all ‘we shan’t break into this building! That’s not being the good guys!” Did they even understand what Monty meant by that? Turns out they didn’t. Now they do though!! Or; Clarke does. What an episode. I absolutely cannot fucking wait for next week.

#the 100 #thoughts #omg #so good #bellarke #clarke griffin #monty green #rant

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lovermyme · 8 months

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This is how i think paz socorro is gonna come back as a recom in avatar 3

(based on nothing but my silly uncreative imagination) (its not a theory, is just a silly au)

Guys, what if they were planning to bring her back too, but in the last time they didn't because spider :(

Here is my thing: when they lost war and came back to earth, while the recoms were still being cooked, they lost contact with the pandora people, right?

They assume a newborn without mother in a hostile planet could easily be dead, they could even use this to blame the navis and make sure miss socorro is at their side, but uh, when they come back and got some updates (that time where they are "trying" diplomacy in the comics), they were like oh shit her baby still alive, abort her.

They also found about quaricth being the father in these updates (rda more like programa do ratinho) , but why they didn't abort him too? I mean, beside too expensive let 2 recoms useless, lets be real, is easy to make a human military father abandon a child he didn't want, didn't raise, didn't even assume in first place. But a mother? Considering that, with all the resources, miss socorro didn't abort it, a lot more complicated, impossible maybe 🗣️

So quaricth was easy, its improbable he could even meet his savage child, its not like he is gonna bump w spider in the first mission, and have to spend a lot of time learning from him, then be in a situation where he hav to choose save spider over have advantage in the mission, and then also be saved from death by spider, and call him son in this moment. /Sarcasm

So here: rda have miss socorro avatar functional body and her memories to implant. They just didn't put it together and awake her. But, as avatars are expensive, they didn't just discarded her, they just left her aside, and put her case in confidential state something something.

Then imagine if, now that jake is fighting back and everything, what if they find her and had the chance to wake her up???

Or, better, now that rda lost a lot of recoms in the boat fight, maybe they wake her up to replace the dead ones :0

Thats it, im just thinking about her in this fathers day. 🗣️💕

#general ardmore against nuclear families #paz socorro #miles quaricth #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #atwow #avatar #avatar the way of water

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badsithnocookie · 6 years

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the thing with tarnis's ''''betrayal'''' in the jk storyline is that he's there and gone before you really know what the frell is going on, and any impact it might have had is ruined

like. there is exactly one (1) conversation where he is present before suddenly he's ''missing'' and eventually turns up chowing down on the scenery and cosplaying a sith (i mean why does he even change clothing? how was he hiding the decay that the Force had wrought on his body? why are he and angral the only sith in this dumb game with ds3+ skin but normal eyes?)

and angral, angral literally comes out of nowhere instead of being built up into actually the villainous mastermind - his reveal is a 'wat', not an 'oh noes'. the exposition that he led the attack on coruscant doubly so (malgus who, sorry?) - like,this is not mentioned anywhere or, iirc, referred to ever again, it just comes and goes like so much useless, consequencesless shite in the jk story

like people like to dump on the consular story for being bitty and poorly hung together (though if you actually pay attention to it, it is quite the opposite) but the jk story is nothing but this collection of poorly thought out action sequences that are barely coherent within themselves, never mind as a greater whole (and indeed frequently undermines not just itself but everything else within vanilla)

like there is more closure on the ultimate fate of the death mark in the fucking SI story than the JK one. not to mention it is literally the only place in the game (other maybe than power guards showing up again later in the jk story? but even then i think they were on angral's ship so im not sure it counts???) that you see acknowledgement that superweapons are pandoras boxes - once they are invented and unleashed, there is no stuffing them back in the bag and hoping nobody noticed. that shit is out there, forever - but the jk story has the attention span of SHINY, so ofc the chapter 1 weapons are never so much as breathed about after the close of c1

and this doesn' t even begin to get into the stupidity that the story descends into after the c1 finale...

#swtor critical #jedi knight spoilers #drew karpyshyn hate life

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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just the two of us (hogwarts au) part ten - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - im SO sorry it took so long! aaaah i hate myself for being a failure, sorry as fuckkkkk!! but it finally happened yes gawd

prepare for some action lovelies!! <3

This was it. Alaska was staring glory in the face, ready to do whatever she had to in order to win, make herself proud, and to become a champion. Never had her Hogwarts robes, as thick and heavy as they were, felt more like a suit of armour. She was protected, unstoppable. Who was going to beat her? Phi Phi? Kim? Not likely. Her mind was made up, her resolve like steel. Whatever it took, she would do it.

Nerves started to infiltrate her strong mask, little lightning bolts of worry snaking beneath her skin. What if she failed? What if she didn’t know what she had to do, and made a fool of herself in front of everyone? Oh god, it was going to go wrong. Everything would be too difficult, and Phi Phi would win, and Alaska would look like an idiot. It was going to be awful.

“Breathe,” Raja told her, readjusting Alaska’s school tie and straightening her skirt. “You’ve got this. All of Hogwarts is behind you.”

Although her words were meant to be some kind of comfort, Alaska only felt sicker. Of course, Raja had won back when she’d been at Hogwarts. She faced the stigma of being half-werewolf, braved the bullying, and had slain the competition. But Raja was fierce. The way she stood, her body perpetually relaxed like she was born to be a supermodel. Her lazy, effortless confidence with the way she spoke and presented herself. Aside from being a picture of complete beauty – the bushy eyebrows, furry arms and furry legs giving her a unique fashion trademark – Raja was quick, fast, strong, and smart. What did Alaska have? Bowed legs, feet that turned in when she walked, and a desire to win that was greater than most of her strengths combined.

“That’s easy for you to say. All of Hogwarts is gonna watch me fuck up.” Alaska whispered in response. She hadn’t meant to whisper, but her voice didn’t seem to be working properly.

Raja laughed lightly, throwing her head back with infuriating elegance. “Fair. I went to Durmstrang when it was my time in the tournament, but don’t worry. Worrying is useless. You either win or you don’t.”

“I want to win.” Alaska muttered fervently.

Raja nodded. “Exactly. Focus on that. Besides, Sharon told me that she knows you’re gonna do well. If that helps it all.”

Judging from Raja’s cocked eyebrow and expectant smile, she knew the effect her words would have. Alaska flushed and looked down, not wanting to let on just how much calmer that had made her feel. Okay, she was still freaking out. But Sharon had talked positively about Alaska to Raja Gemini – a fucking supermodel and the legendary winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

“Just breathe deep, think of winning, and think of Sharon. I know she’s thinking about you.” Raja advised her.

Alaska hummed, taking a hint of comfort from her familiar surroundings. Some kind of scene was being set up out on the field, presumably near or on the Quidditch pitch, and in the meantime the champions waited outside the doors to th Great Hall. The flaming lamps were still lit, the early morning darkness having not yet lifted, and the fire was relaxing to watch. Flames flickered back and forth, never changing, never blowing out.

At least the other champions seemed just as nervous. Kim – who Alaska had seen around school a few times, her face beautifully painted – hadn’t spoken a word, despite her exuberant appearance giving her an air of confidence. She stood in front of Manila, the previous Durmstrang winner, shuffling her feet and looking at the ground. At least the two champions matched, Alaska mused. Both had something eccentric about the way they looked, something to make them stand out.

Phi Phi was chattering away to Naomi, her high-pitched voice yapping at a mile a minute. That was probably her way of coping with the nervousness; Naomi clearly didn’t know or care that this was Phi Phi’s method of coping. She was too busy staring at Kim’s makeup and occasionally adjusting her impossibly straight, glossy black hair.

Sharon. Glory. Money. Sharon. Glory. Money. Alaska could do this. Even if only for those three incentives. Was that superficial of her?

Soon enough, from what Raja had told her, the students would be arriving to watch. Almost every student in Hogwarts, as well as every member of the sixth and seventh years that Beauxbaton and Durmstrang had brought with them. They would sit down, separated into their schools or intermingling with one another, showing their support through badges, banners, signs, charms, face-paint. She couldn’t let the school down. Not when she had a legacy like Raja’s to potentially fulfil.

Alaska’s gaze was suddenly drawn to a colourful presence ascending the stairs towards the champions, a wide smile on her face. Behind her, a tech team lugging microphones, speakers and other equipment followed. It took mere seconds for the woman to reach the top of the steps where the champions were stood, and she began to shake each of their hands.

“Hi! Hello, what’s your name? Ah, Kim Chi! Lovely to meet you. Durmstrang, yes? Wonderful! Good luck, dear!”

Alaska watched, slightly amused, as the eccentric figure interacted with them. She looked vaguely familiar – a head of blonde ringlet curls, a small top-hat fascinator, and a peculiarly patterned dress giving her a striking yet odd appearance. She could’ve walked straight out of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and Alaska would’ve been none the wiser.

“Morning! I love your hair, it’s beautiful!” The woman chirped.

As soon as she got close, it suddenly clicked. She’d seen this woman on television hundreds of times, the same smiling face and upbeat mannerisms as she displayed in front of her. How had she forgotten?

“You’re Pandora Boxx!” Alaska blurted out, shocked. “From Boxx of Wishes! I watch the special at Christmas with my family every year.”

Pandora smiled widely. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy to meet you…”

“Alaska.” Alaska supplied. “You’re hosting this?”

Pandora nodded. “I sure am. I’m the best they could get.”

She laughed brightly at her own joke, but Alaska was still impressed. Boxx of Wishes was easily one of the most campy, cheesy wizarding TV shows out there, and that was exactly why Alaska loved it. It featured ten contestants – ranging from squibs to wizards to part werewolves or just about anyone in between – who each had their deepest desire written down on a slip of parchment and hidden in a box. They then had to complete a series of challenges, weeding out the weakest until only two were left. At the very end, the two remaining contestants would be given the nine pieces of parchment; every wish but their own. They had to correctly identify which contestant wanted which wish, and whoever got the most correct would win and have their wish granted. All the while, Pandora provided entertaining commentary and a bubbly, fun personality.

“Good luck, Alaska! I’ll see you very soon.”

With that, Pandora muttered something that sounded like ‘Sonorus’ and disappeared through the door to the Great Hall and out of the entrance to the Quidditch pitch.

“Champions, come on.” A member of Pandora’s team spoke, ushering the champions into the Great Hall and lining them up outside the exit. Soon enough, Alaska would be walking through those doors, out into the crowd of students, ready to face her first challenge. Well, perhaps ready wasn’t the word. Ready or not, she’d be out there and competing. Doing whatever she had to do and crossing her fingers that she did it well.

“Raja –” She began, not sure where she was going with her question.

Then came Pandora’s voice, booming loud and familiar with her amplification charm.

“Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! My name is Pandora Boxx, welcome to the Triwizard Tournament!”

Thunderous applause seemed to shake the floors. Even Alaska found herself clapping, and when she looked around, both of the other champions along with Manila, Naomi and Raja were cheering along too. The mood had affected everyone.

“For those of you who may be unaware of the nature of the Triwizard Tournament, I will explain. It dates back to 1294, containing a series of gruelling challenges for our victors to compete in. Since the beginning, the competition has been between the ever-present Durmstrang Institute –”

Kim and Manila cheered, as the sound of stamped feet and whooping came from behind the doors.

“- the illustrious Beauxbaton Academy of Magic –”

Phi Phi and Naomi squealed excitedly, matching the cheers of their school.

“-and of course, the historical Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!”

Alaska and Raja instantly clutched one another and applauded, as the sound of what appeared to be the entire school blew Alaska away. It was similar to the sound of a Quidditch final, only intensified. No one was missing this event to do their studies, that was for sure.

“Please welcome our three champions – Kim Chi of Durmstrang, Phi Phi O’Hara of Beauxbaton, and Alaska Thunderfuck of Hogwarts!”

A hand roughly shoved Alaska’s back, and just like that she’d been thrust into the outdoors, her and the other champions slowly making their way to the centre of the field. The morning was bright and cold, and would’ve given Alaska a chill had it not been for the nervous sweat she’d been working up. Around her, the Quidditch pitch had been modified to suit the challenge and accommodate the influx of foreign students, and the sheer amount of bodies was shocking. Each of the bleachers had been extended, with students of all houses and schools intermingling in one unidentifiable mass.

Squeals, screams, shouts, cheers and deafening applause exploded out from the students the second the champions stepped out. Alaska walked into the embrace and let it fill her with adrenaline. The whole of Hogwarts was behind her. She could do this.

Almost instinctively, her eyes went to the crowd, searching for familiar faces amongst the pinpricks posing as students. Just when she was about to give up finding the faces of Willam, Courtney and Sharon, she noticed a few prank fireworks purchased in Hogsmeade firing off near the top right corner of one of the bleachers. Her gaze was drawn to the sparks, where she saw the three stood up, holding a sign between them and waving madly.

Alaska was no good at lip-reading, but it wasn’t like she needed to be to try and interpret her friends. She could barely see their faces, but could tell exactly what they were doing. Courtney was blowing kisses, extending her tan arms outwards in extravagant gestures. Willam was screaming unintelligibly, most likely just cheering and enjoying herself. Sharon was yelling “that’s my girl!” and grinning widely.

“Champions, step to your marks.”

Once again, Alaska, Kim and Phi Phi were directed to their marks – a spot on the dewy grass with a small table marked with their school crest. A strange sense of patriotic pride swelled in Alaska’s chest, a slight burst of confidence that made her stand a little taller.

“The Triwizard Champion must be quick.” Pandora announced. “They must be smart. And most of all, they must be resourceful. Your first challenge will prove who amongst you three is the quickest, the smartest, and the most resourceful.”

There was a pause as the students cheered again, infectiously excited by what was happening. Every word that Pandora spoke invigorated Alaska, filling her with the need to start. Her moment was here, and she would be damned if she didn’t run with it whilst she could.

“In front of each champion, you’ll notice a small vial filled with a clear liquid. This may look like water, but I can assure you it’s anything but.” Pandora continued.

A large screen where the Quidditch scores were usually displayed panned to show one of the vials that had just appeared. It was roughly as long as Alaska’s middle finger, and a little bit wider, the crystalline edges perfectly transparent to show the liquid inside. What were they going to have to do? Alaska couldn’t even try and guess. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as Pandora guided the champions and the gathered students through the challenge.

“The potion before you is poison.” Pandora paused for dramatic effect, letting the crowd gasp in their shock and horror. Whispers rippled across the room, soon evolving into shouts and protests that all got lost in one another.

Poison! Surely they weren’t going to have to drink it, right? Alaska knew the Triwizard Tournament was notorious for its dangerous, often deadly tasks – hence why it was discontinued in 1792, revived in 1994, discontinued again, and then revived once again. From the bottom of her heart, Alaska hoped this year wouldn’t follow the trend of a student dying. Although, and it was awful of her to even think it, she wouldn’t be too devastated if it was Phi Phi.

“As I said before,” Pandora spoke again once everyone had settled down. “The Champion must be quick, smart, and resourceful. You’ll be working under a time constraint – namely, how long it takes until you can no longer work. The poison won’t kill you, but it will be difficult.

Alaska’s heart raced.

“Much like the plant, the juice of the Venomous Tentacula is deceptive in smell and colour, and has tricked many a good witch or wizard. It makes the drinker feel as though their insides are burning, and temporarily can cause a change in complexion. Again, it’s non-fatal, but after a certain point after drinking, the drinker will no longer be able to complete their task, and will be incapacitated.”

Alaska’s stomach dropped, and the discontented murmurs from the crowd cemented her uneasiness. Whatever she had to do, drinking poison didn’t seem like a risk she wanted to take.

Pandora cleared her throat. “Of course, there is an antidote. The only question is, will you be able to identify it?” Before Alaska had time to wonder what she meant, she continued. “On the broomsticks provided, your task is to correctly identify the antidote that will combat the effects of your poison. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? Ladies, stand to the right of your brooms.”

Alaska breathed deeply.

“Now, champions. Open your vial, and on the count of three, drink.”

The countdown came all too quickly. Alaska shut her eyes tight as she brought the potion to her lips, waiting for the dreaded ‘one’ before knocking it back and gagging.

All the way down her throat, it burned and stung like acid. Instantly, Alaska fell to her knees and retched, the dry feeling in her mouth accentuating the raw pain as it travelled down her oesophagus. Looking to either side of her, she saw that Kim and Phi Phi had done the same, their eyes watering the same as Alaska’s were. Thankfully, the initial shock wore off in seconds, although the pain didn’t fade at all. Reluctantly, Alaska dragged herself up to her feet again and ignored the bubbling in her stomach.

“Take your marks!”

Above her head, what looked like a legion of hundreds of brightly coloured birds suddenly filled the sky, eliciting gasps from the crowd. It didn’t take Alaska to realize that they weren’t, in fact, birds, but potion bottles. Vials and bottles and beakers with stops in, their brightly coloured liquids splashing around as tiny wings sprouted from either side, flying them around in a fashion similar to that of the Golden Snitch.

“Get set!”

Alaska mounted her broom, watching Kim and Phi Phi do the same.

For money, she told herself.

For fame.

For glory.

For Sharon.

“Go!”

For herself.

Then she was off, rising quickly and unsteadily into the sky, her hands clamped onto the handle of her broom. Alaska had never been the strongest flier, preferring to keep her already unstable feet on the ground rather than up in the air, but she knew some basics. Even so, watching the judges – Professor Rupaul, Pandora, and two others who Alaska assumed were the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton headteachers – shrink smaller and smaller as she flew higher and higher was extremely disconcerting. However, Alaska had better things to focus on.

She stopped at a certain height, when she had a decent view of all the potion bottles zipping past her. One zoomed straight into her forehead and away again, enough to leave a large bruise, and Alaska tried to shield herself before remembering that taking her hands off the broom would mean certain death. How the hell was she meant to grab potions out of the air, moving at a mile a minute, when she couldn’t even take her hands off the broom?

Her heart rate quickened, and she forced herself to stop and think. Could she go into this with a strategy? Naturally, none of the flying potions had any labels on them, to make things harder. For all Alaska knew, they could contain worse poisons, Felix Felicis, or even fucking water. She really, really wished she’d paid more attention in Potions class.

Fully engaged in the chaos of the event, the crowd were screaming and shouting to each champion, advice getting swallowed up in amongst contradictory advice and just screeches of pure excitement. Alaska manoeuvred her broom forwards a little, doing her best to make sure it didn’t look as though she were doing nothing, and let her eyes wander around to survey the other champions.

Kim seemed in a similar predicament to Alaska – scared shitless. Clearly, she wasn’t so used to being high up in the air, or even being on a broomstick, and it showed in her stiff body language and white, terrified eyes. Unlike Alaska, who was trying her best to keep the broom moving so that she didn’t panic, Kim was utterly rigid, her eyes darting in all directions at the different potions flying around her.

A polar opposite to the two of them, Phi Phi seemed comfortable on a broomstick. She flew naturally, whizzing around and not really trying to grab at any potions – simply showboating for attention. Perhaps she was a Seeker, or a Beater, judging by how freely she removed her hands from the broomstick to wave them above her head and blow kisses at Beauxbaton supporters. A taste of bitterness soured Alaska’s mouth at the sight of her – or maybe it was the poison.

Either way, it was a motivator. Both hands firmly in front of her on the broom, she started towards one of the slower-moving potions, knowing that if she could get close enough she could reach out, grab it and inspect it without wobbling too much. She really should’ve paid attention in flying lessons all those years ago, but she’d been too busy… gossiping and joking around with Courtney and Willam about the strange Slytherin girl.

Focus, Alaska berated herself. Her mind was begging her to think of old memories, to take herself away from this horrible situation she’d ended up in, but she couldn’t. Not now. Not so high up in the air, with a Triwizard Tournament challenge win within her reach. She had to prove herself.

As she attempted to gather her thoughts, she noticed Phi Phi had finally stopped showing off and had caught hold of a potion in a flying beaker. The liquid inside was thin and bright red, like liquid fire was sloshing around inside. Perhaps it was a little sadistic of her to do, but Alaska turned her broom around to watch. She needed to see exactly what kind of things they were dealing with.

Phi Phi threw her head back and downed the entire thing, dropping it and pandering for applause with her extravagant arm movements. Alaska was about to turn away, until she noticed Phi Phi frown and bring a hand to her chest. All eyes were fixed on the Beauxbaton girl, even Kim, as she grew very still and quiet. Then, after a few moments, she opened her mouth and let out a tremendous burp – accompanied, naturally, with a long breath of fire. It was as if she’d swallowed a flamethrower. Alaska was horrified, but the audience seemed to find it funny.

“Phi Phi O’Hara of Beauxbaton has swallowed the renowned prank potion, Essence of Dragon Fire!” Pandora laughed, sending a louder ripple of laughter through the students and teachers.

Alaska’s confidence grew a little. Were all of them were joke potions, except for the cure? She really hoped so. Now, if she could just have the good fortune to stumble upon the correct potion immediately, all would be well.

Deciding to try her luck, Alaska manoeuvred her broomstick a little higher, getting a better view of the wide scope of potions she could choose from. Zeroing in on a jewel purple one, she watched its flight path for a few moments before just lurching herself towards it. Granted, the ride wasn’t smooth – Alaska and the broom still hadn’t bonded, it seemed – but somehow, she managed to shakily glide towards it, scrabbling at it with the tips of her long nails until she’d reached it.

In a way, being still in the air was scarier than moving, but at least now she wasn’t focusing on the height, or the sheer volume of people watching her. All of her concentration went into this little bottle; namely, whether or not she could actually open it without ruining her manicured claws. Thankfully, with an almighty tug, the cork popped out and Alaska only had one thing left to do.

She followed Phi Phi’s blasé approach of swallowing it as fast as she could, just in case. It felt smooth and heavy as it went down, tasting faintly of mint leaves and eucalyptus. Her heart rate quickened as she waited for something to happen, her eyes squeezing shut in preparation.

Upon opening her eyes, her head started to spin. Was she really so high up? Why were her hands so big? Everyone was so loud. Why were they loud? What was happening? ARGH! She was going to fall! Why wasn’t she falling? What-

“Alaska Thunderfuck of Hogwarts takes a Dizzy Draught! Haha, poor Alaska. It’ll wear off soon!” Pandora called it, and more people laughed.

Were they laughing at her? Why was everything so blurry? Oh, if she could only lie down and rest her head for just a minute, she would…

Blinking rapidly, Alaska suddenly realized she could see again. She instantly took advantage of the situation, grabbing hold of the front of her broom once again and steering herself back upwards to see what the others were doing. Kim was in the midst of drinking a strange peachy-coloured mixture, and Alaska saw a few faces in the crowd start to wince.

“Oh, no. Kim Chi of Durmstrang has managed to get herself into a Puking Pastille Potion! Won’t be long until-”

Alaska turned away as soon as Kim leant over her broom, although the retching and vomiting sounds turned her stomach. She already felt ghastly from the poison, and those noises made everything so much worse. Was this really their challenge? Find a disguised, unlabelled antidote for a poison, out of hundreds of potentially illness-inducing, fire-related, prank and painful potions?

Almost fifteen minutes in, Alaska was ready to give up. Her body felt weak from being battered by the wind, her stomach was churning from the Venomous Tentacula juice, and not only her but the other champions had already been to hell and back. She’d had hot steam blow out from her ears, a tickling draught that lasted for two minutes and rendered her useless, been unfortunate enough to swallow a fire-breathing potion similar to Phi Phi’s, and so many others she didn’t care to remember. Kim seemed to be the unfortunate one, picking out any that had gruesome or sickly effects, and Phi Phi was swallowing them at a mile a minute, doing her best to ignore any painful or awkward inflictions that came with them. All in all, no one seemed any closer to finding the antidote.

Another thing that was bothering Alaska was her hands. She hadn’t noticed it until she’d looked over at Phi Phi and Kim, both of which had a purple tinge to their hands, and Kim’s face was beginning to turn violet too. It was then that she’d glanced down at her own hands, the tips of her fingers taking on the same strange purple hue. Was it a side-effect of the Venomous Tentacula juice? Alaska didn’t know. Maybe she should’ve paid attention in Potions class as well as flying, Too late for that now.

She was just about to grasp at another potion – what was this, her twentieth? Twenty-fifth? – when Kim started to waver. Her eyes were lidded, her skin a deeper purple than Alaska’s or Phi Phi’s, and she seemed even more unstable on her broomstick than she had before.

“HEY!” She yelled, almost instinctively. “KIM! YOU ALRIGHT?”

Kim turned and shook her head. “FEEL – DON’T FEEL GOOD!”

Alaska squinted. “DO YOU FEEL OKAY TO CARRY ON?”

“I DON’T – I DON’T THINK SO, I DON’T KNOW.” Kim responded.

“BEST GET YOURSELF OFF,” Alaska shouted, her heart going out for the Durmstrang girl. She truly looked ill – aside from the purple hue of her skin, of course – and it wasn’t doing her any favours. Her hands had started to tremble.

“RED SPARKS, REMEMBER?”

In just a matter of seconds, Kim had shot up the red sparks, and her broom was manually lowered down. Alaska watched to make sure she touched down safely on the ground, feeling a little sad at the sight of the girl with a blanket over her shoulder, walking presumably towards the infirmary.

“Durmstrang School finishes in third place.” Pandora intoned. “Only two competitors are left in the game – Phi Phi O’Hara and Alaska Thunderfuck. Beauxbaton and Hogwarts, make some noise for your champions!”

Stupid as it may sound, the knowledge that her friends were amongst those endless screams spurred Alaska on. Now that Kim was gone, her only competition was Phi Phi, and fuck Phi Phi. She’d tried to start on Sharon and in doing so, had made an enemy in Alaska. Despite not being very powerful, the least Alaska could do was beat her.

Then she saw it. A tiny bottle – much smaller than the others, so much so that neither Alaska, Phi Phi nor Kim had spotted it earlier – flying around on miniscule white wings. The potion was a iridescent silver, glinting in the sunlight, and something clicked. Whether or not her instinct was correct, Alaska was sure this had to be the antidote. It couldn’t not be!

Getting ready to fly towards it, she noticed Phi Phi seemed to have a similar idea. The girls made eye contact, Phi Phi shooting daggers in her direction as Alaska glared, and she readied herself for something of a showdown. No matter what tricks Phi Phi had up her sleeve, Alaska was going to triumph. She had to.

For money.

For fame.

For glory.

For Sharon.

Suddenly she was off, shooting towards the little bottle as if her life depended on it, ignoring the encroaching illness that seemed to be making its presence known like it had to poor Kim. Phi Phi was hot on her tail, whizzing towards her before ducking down. Alaska frowned. Maybe she wasn’t after the same potion after all? Alaska wondered it briefly – that is, until she shot back up, attempting to knock Alaska from her broom. She just managed to swerve out of the way on time, her heart jumping into her throat as she wobbled and righted herself. An angry gasp came from the audience.

“Phi Phi O’Hara uses trickery tactics to try and beat Alaska Thunderfuck! The competition is getting tight!”

Not fucking today, Alaska thought grimly. No way am I going to sit here and let you win. That’s not me. Alaska had always wondered how people got so passionate about Quidditch (ignoring the fact that her girlfriend was a Beater, and Alaska was always over the top when Sharon played), but now she understood it. The rush of the crowd, the passing wind, and the peculiar thrill of being so high in the air filled her body with adrenalin. She willed her broom to move faster, urging it to reach the potion before Phi Phi could.

The two were neck and neck now, their brooms dangerously close and side to side with one another. Phi Phi scowled at her and drove her broom against Alaska’s, knocking her sideways and huffing loudly as Alaska pushed back. They lurched from left to right as they grew closer and closer to the silver potion, purposely shoving one another in an attempt to get at it fast.

“FUCK!” Phi Phi yelled, having been so focused on her battle with Alaska that she hadn’t noticed one of the bottles flying towards her, which had hit her smack on the forehead. That jarred Alaska too; one was heading for her too. Instinctively, she reached out a hand to grab any potions or smack them out of the way, her eyes firmly closed. As soon as her fingers closed around the cold neck of a bottle – it could’ve been anything, for all she knew – she made her broom fly straight up, desperate to get away from the influx of glass potion bottles and from Phi Phi’s consistent violent tactics.

It was only when she opened her eyes that she saw she’d managed to take hold of the silver potion. She’d done it! Please, let this be the one, she hoped and prayed, forcefully pulling the cork out and not hesitating before necking the entire thing in one go.

“ALASKA THUNDERFUCK FINDS THE ANTIDOTE! HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY WIN THE FIRST TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT CHALLENGE! CONGRATULATIONS, ALASKA!”

Alaska couldn’t even contain her excitement. A huge grin consumed her entire face as the school burst into applause, cheering on her win. In a moment of sheer thrill, Alaska flew a victory lap around the top of the Quidditch pitch, circling round before touching down onto the ground next to Phi Phi. Her heart raced with the adrenalin rush, but she still felt a little bit wonky, even after drinking the antidote.

“Now, now, come on.” Raja hurried forwards, a blanket tossed over one arm. “I knew you could do it! Now, come with me to the infirmary. You may not feel too shitty yet, and you’ll recover faster than the others since you drank the antidote, but you’re still gonna be a bit funny. Come on before you pass out, champion.”

Raja draped the blanket over her shoulders, which Alaska was grateful for – the initial rush had started to fade, and she just felt weak and cold – and began to lead her inside. Naomi and Phi Phi were doing the same, but unlike Alaska and Raja, they weren’t speaking. Naomi wore a poker face and Phi Phi was wearing her signature scowl.

It didn’t take long to reach the infirmary, where Kim was already lying in a bed. Alaska’s strength was waning greatly, black spots starting to appear in front of her eyes. Raja took her by the hand and led her over to Dela, the school nurse and medic.

“I’ll take her from here,” She informed Raja cheerily, bustling the former winner away and practically forcing Alaska onto a bed in the space of a few seconds. “Here, just lie down, you’re in danger of passing out so it’s best to already be lying down…”

Alaska’s drowsiness increased. The last thing she heard was the clicking of heels against the infirmary floor, and she was gone.

#purecamp #shalaska #alaska thunderfuck #phi phi o'hara #kim chi #pandora boxx #raja gemini #sharon needles #rpdr fanfiction #submission #just the two of us #hogwarts au #harry potter au

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teddy-feathers · 7 years

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This is why i dont do emotions. You sit around all week wondering why you feel like you want to cry - only you dont feel that way at all - when everything is going good. Then you realize its because even if some parts of your life suck you are honestly truly happy about one part of it. If not proud than at least feeling good about it and yourself on that one aspect and... Your brain thinks thats not allowed. But for once its NOT punishing you for feeling good. You still have to worry about other stuff but you dont hate yourself for enjoying something. But that odd disjointed feeling lingers even as you know what it is and dismiss it. With time it will stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. But since it lingers you start feeling that old build up of worry. Its fine managible low back ground static thats almost soothing in its familiarity and it just lends your enjoyment a sharper edge and wears you out faster. Manageable because nothing is seriously wrong right now and Youre well practiced at keeping up With it now. And then something does hit you. And for once its not guilt or self loathing its not depression or impotance its anger but you catch the feeling instead of being slammed with it for the first time and.... That in a way is worse. There's no overwhelming flood of emotion. There's no confusion or disquiet at having complex feelings. Anger doesnt feel like poison it feels like purpose like firmly standing behind a line youve drawn in the sand. You are holding your emotion like a ball in your hand for once and can let it go if you choose. Its a victory i never thought id have. But with it comes the clear cut view... I have been told by my shrink, and tell people and believe that you are not responsible for other peoples happiness but that means more than just that. It means that no i cant blame my dad for my anger but nor do i have to take credit for his. It means that all this guilt and fear and bullshit i put myself through because he gets upset and vents about it... But he gets to move on and im left an emotional mess because im too sensitive... No. Im taking credit for his emotional immaturity. He doesnt get to get away with being an asshole. I dont need to make excuses - that i was disrespectful, that we know better, that hes not that bad, that hes so much better, that he is helping me out when he doesnt have to - all of that has NOTHING to do with him being an asshole and i dont have to give him that pass and beat myself up by doing so. Im ALLOWED to be mad. and its a scary responsibility, ive never taken for my emotions. They happen to me i dont have control over them... But here my anger is validated by myself finally and i am responsible for what i choose to do with it. And that brings back that weird disjointed feeling. That i dont know or have in control of instead of controling me like i do my anger... So on one hand im angry but BETTER than ive ever been because for once im not breaking down over how i feel... But. On the other im still anxious and being responsible for instead of afflicted by my emotion seems like another burden im adding to my plate. I feel like this is an amazing step in the right direction but at the same time i still get shakey and anxious when im the least bit tired either in an interaction or physically. I fumble any more trying to talk to people. Im afraid to be out around people. Its too much and i didnt used to be this bad. So is getting better more healthy emotionally worth it if my functionality is deteriorating? Great i dont want to stop existing because im mad at my dad and its not unreasoning i understand and can experience it and let it go. But i also cant close pandoras box and stop feeling or being overwhelmed by shoving anything in a box anymore. I cant be a good worker bee. I cant shut down and just do what needs to be done at the drop of a hat. And my mental wellbeing seems a pour trade even though ive never been as okay in my life as i am right now. I am so much BETTER i can feel it, but I'm USELESS in a completely different way that was more socially acceptable. I could get any shit cashier job and smile and follow my polite scripts and make people like me. I could work until i broke down but i could work and be the best damn worker i could be. I could talk to strangers or stand in a line that had more than two people or not need a break after every brief exchange. Im worse in all the ways that matter and now i can see that getting help, that making friends, that being legitimately okay just doesnt count for anything. I mean i cant go up to an employer and go YES i can cashier but after three weeks im going to get so anxious i cant go to work for three days or more but on the bright side i dont think as much about how much easier it would be to disappear or die and i dont hate myself whenever i actually do something i enjoy quite as much. I am happier now but im much more broken for it...

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edenalieth · 7 years

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Kpop tag game

Well @duckhoney tagged me in a biiiiiiig post lol so here my answers

10 groups/artists you like besides Kpop/liked before Kpop ? Coldrain / One Ok Rock / Coldplay / U2 / Three Days Grace / Wolfie / Eminem / Claude Debussy / London Grammar / Michael Jackson (many other but lets say its my actual fav hehe)

10 favorite non-kpop songs ? *currently*

Sunday Bloody Sunday (U2) / Thinking of You (Mabel) / Love never felt so good (Michael Jackson) / In Bloom ( Nirvana) / Rêverie (C.Debussy) / Glory Box (Portishead) / Starless Night (Trapnest) / Yuki ni saku hana (Hanazawa Kana) / Edge of the Earth (30 seconds to Mars) / Me and Mrs.Jones (Michael Bublé)

10 favorite movies ?

The Devil wears Prada / Lilo & Stitch / Inception / Matrix / The Lord of the Rings / Sala Samobójców (Suicide Room) / Requiem for a dream / 13 going on 30 / American Nightmare / My best friend's wedding

10 favorite tv shows, including anime & cartoons

American Horror Story / Desperate Housewives / Skins / Ink Master / The Simpsons / Shinsekai Yori / Hell's kitchen / Game Of Thrones / Next (this show was so funny lmao) ( i didnt put so much anime bc the list is too big ;;)

10 favorite manga/comics

Tokyo Ghoul / Ao Haru Ride / Orange / Death Note / Deadman Wonderland / Nana (the author is better now TvT) / Sukitte ii na yo / Kujira no kora wa sajô ni utau / Pandora Hearts / Kasane

10 things you enjoyed before kpop/enjoy besides kpop, that won't fit in the lists above ?

dancing / writing / drawing / swimming / hanging out with friends / reading / taking pictures / surfing on the web / playing with dogs / singing

Another Tag Game

( @joonwings also tagged me for this so hehe)

Nickname: Cam, Cami, CamCam, neko-chi, chaton (=kitten)

Starsign: virgo

Height: 163cm

Time right now: 8:29pm

Last thing googled: Hwarang ep8 eng sub lol

Favorite music artists: BTS + above

Song stuck in your head: (kpop one) Limitless by NCT 127 (not kpop) 24K magic by Bruno Mars and Starboy by The Weeknd too

Last movie watched: Nocturnal Animals

Last TV show watched: N'oubliez pas les paroles (its a french one haha)

What are you wearing right now: black pikachu pj and a super soft white sweater and my piggy socks

When did you create your blog: 3years ago! It was its 3rd birthday on the 30th of December :') (on tae's birthday i wasnt even into kpop lol) but i started using it 1/2 years ago

What kind of stuff do you post: 95% BTS, 3% other kpop bands, 2% drawings/photo of landscape, ppl or puppies

Do you have any other blogs: yes but im not using them

Do you get asks regularly: ...;;;

Why did you choose your URL: I like to write and before I was more into fantastic thing so its the name I imagined for my main character haha

Gender: Female

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw (I was gryffindor before!)

Pokemon team: Fire (on pokemon go im team blue haha)

Favourite colour: black, grey, burgundy

Average hours of sleep: 6-8 hours

Lucky number: 11

Favorite character(s): ok its just SOME of them lol, Nana, Kou Mabuchi, Ken Kaneki, Jace Herondale

How many blankets do you sleep with: 1-2

Dream job: author, book editor BTS noona

Following: ppl who are following me or ppl I follow ?

BTS Would You Rather

Would you rather:

Build a snowman with V OR have a snowball fight with jhope

Get coffee with suga OR get ice cream with suga

go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with jungkook

do a dance cover with jhope OR sing a duet with jin

kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga

babysit with jimin OR dogsit with v (even if im sure it'd adorable to babysit with JM)

meet jhope's family OR have v meet your family

film a commercial with jhope OR film a sketch with V

hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook (whyyyy ;;; i want both)

go to paris with jin OR go to London with suga

film a drama with jin OR do a photo shoot with rap monster

attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple tshirt at the airport with jungkook

spend a lazy day with suga OR explore the city with jhope

fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook

make up a silly rap with v OR a silly choreography with jin

have jungkook serenade you OR v sing you to sleep (i want to hear tae's lullaby....)

have a dance party with jhope OR sing karaoke with suga (i take sope)

go camping with jimin and v OR go to the beach with rap monster and suga

cook with jin OR bake a cake with jimin

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

celebrate halloween with jungkook, suga, v and jhope OR Christmas rap monster, jimin and jhope (but i want halloween too ;; itd be so funny)

~NSFW Time~ *SOS*

Would you rather:

dom jhope OR sub jin (cody do you remember)

wear lingerie for rap monster OR put lingerie on jimin

tie up jungkook OR get tied up by v (it was really hard to choose)

pull suga's hair OR get your hair pulled by rap monster

have shower sex with jimin OR have sex pool with v

perform oral on jungkook OR have jhope go down on you (DONT ASK ME TO CHOOSE!)

have a romantic sex with jin OR rough sex with jimin

have angry sex with v OR make up sex with suga

suck hickeys onto jungkook's neck OR get hickeys from v

put a blindfold on jimin OR get blindfolded by rap monster

have phone sex with rap monster OR Skype sex with jhope

ride jimin's thigh OR ride jungkook's thigh (their thighs are perfect)

have jin call you "kitten" OR rap monster call you "babygirl"

wear a collar for jin OR put a collar on jimin

beg for suga OR make jungkook beg for you (hehehehehe)

have sex backstage with jhope OR in the kitchen with jin

get teased under the table at a dinner by rap monster OR tease jimin

play never have i ever with rap monster, suga and jungkook OR strip poker with jhope, jimin, v and jin

do body shots with rap monster, suga and jin OR get lap dances from jhope, jimin, jungkook and v (show me your magic mike!)

Pick A Member | BTS

Rules: Pick ONE of the members listed for each question and explain why! Be honest ad don't just pick your favourite for every answer. Do not choose a memeber who is not listed and try to answer every question.

1. Amusement park date ? Jin/Taehyung/Jimin

• I think we like the same type of attractions and I want him to wear Mickey mouse ears hehe

2. Spend a lazy afternoon with ? Jin/Jungkook/Yoongi

• I would like to watch anime and play video games with him and just take a nap on each other arms

3.Play 1v1 sports with ? Jimin/Hoseok/Taehyung

• It'd be so funny with this idiot, like making crazy victory poses or useless moves lol

4.Make out session with ? Yoongi/Jungkook/Jimin

• I had to search what "make out" means lol but obviously I choose him :)

5.Cheek kisses ? Jin/Hoseok/Jimin

• I want to see him blushing (but also Hobi I think his reaction would be fun)

6.Do a YouTube boyfriend does your make up tag with ? Hoseok/Taehyung/Namjoon

• IT HAS TO BE HIM! bwahahaha I can't even imagine it! he'd choose a gothic style

7.Introduce to your parents ? Jimin/Jungkook/Taehyung

• Dad: so it's you, our daughter kept talking about you, she even called you a god / *me wanting to burry myself right now*

8.Go to a haunted house with ? Yoongi/Namjoon/Hoseok

• I need someone rational to comfort/distract me lol (I was hesitating with Namjoon but he's too clumsy he'd make too much nooises and I will jump every time)

9.Drunk nights with ? Hoseok/Jimin/Jin

• I think we would be the type to cry of laughter just by looking at each other faces XD (I laughed for nothing when Im drunk..)

10.Who would you want to see do aegyo for a whole day as a punishment ? Namjoon/Yoongi/Jungkook

• I was hesitating with Namjoon but I think he'd be cringy lol so the bear!

11.Who would help you pick out outfits ? Taehyung/Namjoon/Yoongi

• I like his style and love shirts so I guess Tae would be perfect for this

12.School dance date ? Jin/Namjoon/Hoseok

• I want to dance all night long and shine next to my sun

13.Sing a duet with ? Taehyung/Jimin/Jungkook

• I think our voices are matching :') I'd do the harmony haha

14.Would make you breakfast in bed ? Yoongi/Jin/Jungkook

• He's the kitchen's king ;)

15.Go on a late night adventure with ? Jungkook/Taehyung/Namjoon

• Us looking for a bowling at 3am lol

16. First time ? Taehyung/Jimin/Yoongi

• (*///*)... my moon and stars

17. Whose clothes you'd steal and wear ? Jin/Taehyung/Hoseok

• First I like his clothes (especially his sweat pants/hoodies), 2nd I just wanna smell his scent on it lol

18.Late deep night conversations with ? Namjoon/Yoongi/Jungkook

• He's the first my mind picked, I think we could "help" each other

19. Who'd you have a play water fight with ? Jimin/Hoseok/Taehyung

• I can't choose between them.. I can imagine me and Tae making a team against Hobi or them doing this with me ;v;

20.Who would you say you're most compatible with ? (Choose any of the 7 members but remember, favoristism and compatibility are two different things).

• Most of my friends say Hoseok but I think I'm more compatible with Jungkook or Namjoon :') sorry JiHope

Bias Tag

Rules: pick 10 biases and answer the questions. No specific order.

(I put them really randomly)

1.Jimin

2.Jongup

3.Hyungwon

4.Chanyeol

5. Sungjae

6.Hoseok

7.BamBam

8.Minhyuk

9.Johnny

10.Jackson

1. Between 3&6, whose most recent concept do you like more?

• I prefer the BS&T concept sorry :(

2. Between 2&10, who would you rather be stranded on an island with ?

• Jackson! XD he went on "Law of the Jungle" so he already has some skills, jungle is him ;)

3.Between 4&8, who would you trust to take care of you when you were drunk ?

• Aish... I don't really know lol maybe more Chanyeol ?

4.Between 1&2, who would you go in jail for ?

• Jimin

5.Between 5&9, who is a better visual to you ?

• Sungjae, his face is so unique idk

6.Between 7&8, who would you rather save from a sinking ship ?

•... ;---;... my babies... I put them both on something! Ill be their Jack!

7.Between 6&10, who would you rather have a movie marathon with ?

• Hoseok ~

8.Between 1&10, who do you think makes a better impression ?

• Maybe Jimin ?

9.Between 3&7, who would you prefer to kiss in the rain ?

• BamBam <3 *internal screaming*

10.Between 5&6, who would you rather have a summer fling with ?

• Hoseok. Of course.

11.Between 5&7, who would you rather do drugs with ?

• Idk at all XD

12.Between 3&8, who would you rather take home to your parents ?

• aaaah boy from the same band x')... Minhyuk ?

13.Between 9&10, whose wardrobe do you want more ?

• Jackson like I don't really know Johnny's style yet hehe

14.Between 4&10, who would you be more surprised to see cry ?

• Jackson

15.Between 1&4, who would you rather have kiss you on the forehead ?

• Jimin but it's only bc he's my everything bc I would be extremely happy to have one from Chanchan too ;v;

16.Between 2&3, who would you rather have hug from behind ?

• Hyungwon-ssi <3 (happy late birthday my baby)

17.Between 5&2, whose group do you stan more ?

• I stan them equally honestly :/

18.Between 4&9, who is higher up on your bias list ?

• Chanyeol, I know him more <3

19.Between 1&7, who would you open your door up to during the purge ?

• ;-; both ? No I guess Jimin, I prefer to die by his hand haha

20. Between 6&9, who would you rather go to a haunted house with ?

• Hoseok! Two crybabies together XD

I tag: @space--lover @gwangjuhope @angelblushe @ofpandaspilliws @min-nevermind @jungjeonkimin @lovablehoseok (do whatever you want or just ignore it haha and if you have some time and courage do everything ;v; im just very curious about you hehe)

#done!#im sorry for the time nia #before i was doing this quickly but now...#tag tag #bts tag

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