#perhaps if they met before things would have been diffrent...

[loadinghellsing]

I love baby Anderson and Vlad. They're so cute and sweet. I would love to see some silly little adventures with them. I know that's vague but any little hcs you might have would be so nice!!

maybe vague but I adore and shall supply!!

#i contribute #my art #vladcard #alexander anderson #andercard #thirtyyearsofpurgatory #child au #--- #perhaps if they met before things would have been diffrent... #alas I fear i have no major headcanons for them #only art and some vibes and a few songs ill list here #“The Bug Collector”-Haley Heynderickx #“Treehouse”-Alex G #“Lay Me Down”-The Oh Hellos #the main three i listened to while working on these #thank you so much for the request btw <3 #this was a lot of fun to draw #i truly adore drawing these two being carefree silly like nothing else #so it pleases me to know others share such enjoyment <3 #if ever you have a certain idea in mind for them feel free to message me and I will happily draw it out for you <3 <3 <3

[mythicalskies]

wen Ning x Samurai reader hc

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Samurai reader:

•So your a rogue cultivist from some perspectives, but really your just the only one in your Samurai group who uses Cultivists techniques. Your the dark Samurai cause you hunt demons and other things while light Samurai or traditinal Samurai are typically more human based fighting wise.

•but hey, to you, a fight is a fight. Your end goal is to get as strong as possible, defeat any and all foes. And you'll prove that by killing anything that gets in your way, any foe. Be that human, demon, or otherwise.

•your noticeable, your loud, energetic, proud, and aggressive. Picking fights is sort of in your nature, but they aren't without noble cause. And if you can't handle these life or death situations on your own, your Samurai friends will help you.

•so it's easy to say that your fairly well known. Your reputation for challenging anyone you deem or have heard are strong to spar against you. People know you as dangerous and confident. (Rightfully so) that and your uniquely Samurai styled arm, leg, chest, and hip armor.

•the Shadow Samurai, known for fighting all opponents, seaking out trouble, and then defeating it.

•you had first met Wen Ning when you happened to be in the area, and sought out the fighting you saw. While usually you don't really care for people that you don't find specifically powerful, but the Cultivist caught your eye. He wasn't specially powerful or anything. But you liked him for some reason.

•so with litterally no care in the world, you approached him.

•the fight had just dyed down. You hadn't bothered to step in cause it really wasn't anything special, just the slaying of some of the reanimated corpses. You really didn't care to know what they were actually called. They were litterally "reanimated corpses" why not just call them that.

•you had come across a few of these cultivists clans before, but not this one. Socializing with them really wasn't on your to do list, but you wouldn't go out of your way to avoid these interactions either. The only one you had really gotten to know well in the past though, was your master who taught you the bits and pieces you did know about all this stuff.

•you master himself was a rogue. He taught you about talismans, diffrent types of tools and techniques, but without your Samurai training it wouldn't have made much of a difference.

•some of the people with Wen Ning on the night hunt heard about you, the painting style of your armor was fairly unique, especially to outsiders eyes.

•a couple tried to talk to you, but you ignored them, your more interested in Wen Ning, not that you knew why.

•he was the obvious opposite of you. Not so loud and out going, but more gentle, quiet. Maybe that's why you were so interested in him?

•to say he was intimidated by you was a bit of an understatement, but he wasn't realitivley scared of you. You showed no sign of hurting him, so it wasn't in the front of his mind.

•you introduced yourself to him. And quickly went on to ask him questions about himself. 'What was his name?' 'What were his aspirations?' Stuff like that.

•and after a few more visits, you could even say you were friends perhaps.

•and maybe you saved him or helped him a few times.

•like I mentioned, he's pretty much the exact opposite of you.

•you get along with his sister quite well.

•but when you two started dating, wow. To say people were shocked. 😲

•you teach him a few things, and in return he teaches you some things.

•you learn to tone yourself down some, mellow out a little but. Only when your around him though.

•all and all you two are cute, strange, but cute.

•you had to go for a bit, the summons for assistance from one of your disciples. You simply couldn't ignore it! If you did it would be against your honor.

•you tell him that, and he understands. You had already been staying in one spot for so long, or in the relative area at least. Leaving at most for a few days at a time before going back to see him.

•you were kept away for longer than you intended, and once you got back you learned a lot happened.

•most shockingly and important to you, your boyfriend, was now both gone and undead.

•what were you ment to do now? He was gone and you didn't know where exactly he was.

•so you end up going back to your usual routine before you met him. But still constantly looking out for any signs of him.

•then you come across the wonderful Wei Wuxian on your travels.

•now this man is strong, you've seen it in watching him fight. So you challenge him to a Spar. And in your usual fashion, you talk to your opponent while you spar.

•it was a dual of swordsmen ship, and you won. In a fight of a few other categories, you probably would have lost. But in the same right, you could beat him in a few diffrent dualing categories too.

•that's when you see him. Your boyfriend.

•well at first you had to get a good look at him. He looked a fair bit diffrent know after all. He was undead now, greyed skin, no longer had his hair up or sporting the same bright colors as before.

•before he saw you, you practically ran at him, hugging him tight.

• A real romantic, romance movie scene, Wei watching on in confusion of your actions.

•Wen Ning was surprised to see you to say the least. But now he was a corpse, while mentally it was still him, he couldn't help but feel a tad insecure about his new apearence when it came to you.

•he still hugged you back none the less. (You would have kept hugging him till he did so anyways.)

•now came the questions. You demanded an explanation from the poor man, and you were not stopping till you did. The least he could have done is left a note for you or something to indicate where he was, what was happening, or at the very least reassurimg you he was "alive" and everything was fine.

•As intimidating as you are, you would have still liked to know that he was safe or at the very least not six feet under.

•You forced him to write you letters whenever he had the chance, and call you for help when he needed it.

Relationship:

•it's so funny, the Ghost general and shadow Samurai. You would thing their two badasses together. No. You are his big strong protector (even if he can easily hold his own), and he's your affectionate boyfriend.

•it takes a while to put your armor on by yourself sometimes, so you ask him for help some days when it's taking to long. And you teach him how it goes on, and he'll help you. Not without some embaressment on his part.

•you love to tell him about your adventures, he'll listen. But don't tell him the parts where you got seriously hurt or may or may not have almost died. You'll worry him if you do.

•it's nice that his sister and sometimes he can help you with any medical related needs, every great warrior needs medical attention and someone to make sure their eating properly and resting enough.

•when he was human, you wouldn't ever take the sweetheart on your "expeditions", you don't want him hurt. But now that he's a corpse, your less opposed to the idea.

•you have nightmares sometimes. In your travels, you've witnessed the death of lots of things, people included. Some of those people were your comrades, your friends. Your larger regrets are that you couldn't protect them. What's the point of being strong if you couldn't protect others? That's what pushed you to keep on your power gaining path. So once in a while he'll be the one reassuring you instead of vice versa. You want to protect him and make sure he's safe. He would be the worst on for you to lose.

•your his knight in shining armor. Or at the least you want to be. He gets a scratch on him in battle? No matter how small the injury, use it as an excuse to bridal style carry him. He'll get all flustered and cute.

Fem Samurai reader:

•instead of the usual 'boyfriend protects girlfriend from creeps', you protect him from bullies. There will be no negative comments about him on your watch. And he appreciates it.

•if your a woman, he gets even more embaressed if you carry him bridal style. Your strong for a woman, and in front of others that's a touch more embaressing than it already was.

Male Samurai reader:

•he will sometimes try to be the more dominant one in the relationship. Let him, he wants to prove himself. More to himself than anyone. He wants to be worthy of being your partner. So reassure him that he's perfect.

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[intothegenshinworld]

just a little question - if in the sagau (any of the aus where people discover/know who the creator is) we are the supreme all-creator to them, why do you think some people write them with the characters acting friendly and in some cases being domineering when they’ve first met?

no hate at all cause i do like it when it’s written like that, but personally if i was with a literal supreme being i barely knew personally i would at least be respectful - if not a little afraid

Thank you anon for asking me this!! If you have any more questions after this regarding this topic; please do send another one!! 

NOTE: Spoilers for my SAGAU probably. and i will also be anwsering this for my SAGAU only. Everyone writes it diffrently and everyone has diffrent ideas, 

Genshin has many characters, and thus many personalities. Given the fact that in my SAGAU only certain people feel the Creators aura (Same feeling they would feel when used as vessel) the others would be lost in the dark.

For example- Mondstadt; I really don't believe anyone would hurt an "imposter". Yes, everyone wants to make sure that the name of the Creator isn't being dirtied, but killing and sheathing weapons? I can't see anyone there doing that unless provoked.

In each region I will be sure to analyse the characters. If they don't feel the aura of the Creator -> would they immediately act out or analyse the situation first?

In most SAGAUs I read, its either everyone against, or everyone for the creator. But, if you meet an "imposter" (aka someone won't feel the readers aura) and they are harmless; would you really be killed? Everyone would react differently because of their own views/past experiences, right?

But like anon said; personally if i was with a literal supreme being i barely knew personally i would at least be respectful - if not a little afraid. There is a more direct explaination why people (example Jean) reacts the way she does. 

There have been imposter cases in my SAGAU before. Kaeya explained it in chapter 2 -> Kaeya leans back on his chair and looks out of the window. ‘In the past there have been multiple imposters who took on your appearance. It’s natural for people now to react to that, but it does surprise me that no one else feels your presence. Have you perhaps descended because you’re weak right now?’ 

Jean has to react immediatly upon meeting you because she is a leader figure in Mondstadt, yet she is still hesistant and calls out help, like (as example) Diluc [Chapter 1]

While Jean doesn't get a bad impression from you; you do not have the aura!! So maybe you are going to do bad things after all?

Idk I tried to explain it the best I can. It's hard keeping it short and explaining it. Hope this helped!!

#ask #anon #sagau #genshin impact sagau #imposter sagau #Genshin #genshin impact #shiro talks

[latenightartist-author]

Shot In The Dark

Pairing: Zemo X Reader

Summary: zemo,Y/n,Sam, and Bucky need to escape from Madripoor

Warning: Shooting, Blood, Protective Zemo{i’m not sure thats a warning though}, Self doubt, Ex HYDRA, language, TFATSW slight spoliers I went off plot for this

I did research people in sacovia spoke German and russian sometimes a combination.

Requested by: @joyfulinternettraitor

Madripoor was a vile city to Y/n it looked at lot like Las Vegas. Currently Y/n was looking out the window while Zemo negoated with Selby, while Sam pretended to be someone named Smiling tiger and bucky acted like the winter soldier. Y/n was there having to pretend to be Zemo’s ‘pet’ which no one was very thrilled about. Y/n looked aover at Zemo and he motioned for Y/n to come over to him,

“Komm her liebling,” (English: Come here darling) Y/n sat beside him she didn’t know much of Sacovian language but she knew enought to hod a simple conversation. he put his arm arounf her and whispered “apologies” to her. She had to look smitten with him this wasn’t the first time she had to pretend to be involved wth him she had to under cover when she worked for HYDRA but right now she was doing a pretty good job she had managed to fool Bucky and Sam. Things were going well until Sarah called. Y/n moved a bit closer to Zemo when sam was told to put the call on speaker phone. Y/n whispered to Zemo,

“Das wird nicht gut enden,” (English: It won’t end well) she grabbed Zemo’s arm Y/n looked at Zemo then heard a shot and saw Selby on the floor a bullet through her head. Zemo grabbed Y/n pulling them out of the room.

“Follow me,” He grabbed your hand pulling you with him somehow he was still keeping up the act. Bucky and sam werent far behind they got out of the bar and started running right before bullets started flying at them, “Damn it.” he shouted as sam more of jogged had the situation been diffrent Y/n would have laughed at how rediculous sam looked.

“I can’t run in these heels!” sam shouted to bucky who was running infront of them.

“Try being me!” Y/n yelled she was half tempted to take the shoes off and run. through the streets barefoot, “At lest your hells downt slip through a freaking vent!”

“Y/n if I recall corectly you used to fight in worse clothes and shoes than that when we were with HYDRA.” Zemo shouted back to her she rolled her eyes and threw the shoes offas she ran,

“Baron I suggest you shut up and keep yourself from getting shot!” zemo ran off to a side street and Y/n followed him, “If sam hadn’t gotten that damn call!”

“I’m aware, liebling,” he said and stopped since no one was shooting anymore, “I think we’re safe dor the moment-” he looked down and notice her shoes gone, “When did you do that?”

“A while back Baron,” she said then saw something move in the shadows and the shine of light refelcting on a gun pointed at zemo, “Zemo move!” She shoved him out of the way and the bullet hit Y/n and she fell on the ground, “Fuck!”

“Y/N!!” Zemo shouted and shot his gun in the direction the bullet came from before going to Y/n, “Your boys are gonna kill me. Where did you get hit?” She had her hand on her thigh, “I think it’s safe to assume you can’t walk.” he ripped part of his shirt and wrapped it around Y/n’s wound befor carfully picking her up bridal style. He carried her being causous of who was around to find Sam and Bucky. when he finally found them they checked to make sure you weren’t in any life or death danger. Sharon walked towards them. Zemo noticed you were slipping in and out of consciousness, “Apologies for the interupption but we need to get Y/n somewhere where her wound can be tended to.”

They arrived at sharons house and sharon opened the door to a room with a first aid kit. Zemo took her in the room and covered her with a blanket only leaving the area he needed to work on visible. He was getting the bullet out and the pain from it woke Y/n up she tried to sit up but Zemo gently pushed her down.

“I need you to stay down and stay still, schatz,” Zemo pulled the bullet out of the wound and began cleaning it and holding a cloth on it until her blood started clotting, “You are a foolish girl.”

“Oh god now you sound like peirce.”

“Well I’m saying it for diffrent reasons. You shouldn’t have shoved me out of the way. I accepted death many years ago.” he said and got hit on the back of the head, “Ouch! what was that for?!”

“Bad Helmut,” She sat up, “you accepted death because you want to see your wife and son again.”

“How do you know about-”

“Hydra files were released remember? Everything about you, about me, and bucky everything was release. I know you were sent to help defend against ultron and it took two days to find them. I know what it’s like. You met me after my fiance died.”

“You still shouldn’t have taken that bullet!!”

“Because I don’t want you to die!”

“Why!!”

“Because Zemo I care about you I thought you’d know that from The fact that I have vsited you every day for the past eight years. Hell I vistited you on christmas and ditch a new years date with Bucky to visit you. He doesnt know I went to see you.”

“You pity me. No one can understand what I did,” He walked toward the door Y/n got up and grabbed his wrist as a pain shot through her leg she ignored it.

“You really don’t understand do you?” She made him look at her, “I do understand. Pierce’s PA in HYDRA didn’t run away. Starks building didnt blow a fuse. I have been getting reveger on everyone my former fiance knew for years. I finished right before Thanos came here. it’s not the same but it would put me in a cell right next to you if they knew.”

“Y/n...” He turned to her and th silence made her realize the pain shooting through her body. She grabbed onto him so she wouldn’t fall as the the door opened. Zemo picked her up setting her back on the bedto take fix the wound fully. He held a cloth against the wound again as Walker came in the room.

“Well two criminals in one room. Must be my lucky day-...oh it’s just the freak and Zemo.”

“I can beat your-“ she is cutt off by the pain from Zemo stiching it.

“Well you were harboring a criminal so I get to take you and zemo to that prison you Freak.”

“Perhaps you should put your lack of braincells to better use somewhere else I need to help Y/n and your voice is highly annoying!” Zemo snapped at Walker. Bucky heard them arguig and pulled John out of the room. Zemo continued, “Humor me. How much of our under covers was an act”

“lets put it this way most of your apologies were unnecessary.”

“That isn’t an answer that makes sence,” he said and tied off the wrapping on her leg. She sighed,

“for an observant man you are very dull. Maybe youll uder stand this, Ich liebe dich,” (English: I love You) She kissed his cheek before going to stop Bucky and john from killing eachother. Zemo sat there in shock and confused at her action and what she had said. He didn’t know if she ment it platonically or not.

#zemo x reader #marvel #tfatws #bucky barnes #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #disney #zemo fanfic #zemo x oc #zemo x y/n #zemo imagine #zemo #zemo fluff #baron zemo #zemo x you #helmut zemo #sugar daddy zemo #hydra #madripoor #the avengers #shoot #music #dance #undercover

[juliecarstairs6]

The intern

Prequel

Pairing: L x reader

Summary: Y/N has been an intern for six months now at the Japanse Police station. But she decides to stay after a mysterious killer appears with the nickname kira. And it could also have something to do with that strange man she met in a coffee shop.

words: 1434

Warnings: mention of diet, serial killer 

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I've been working for the Japanse Police for over six months and it has been exhausting. Not only is it hard work I don’t get respected being a woman. They think that I am weak and refuse to send me on field work so I am stuck with boring papers and getting coffee. Thankfully some people do respect me it’s only a handful but that handful is keeping me here. My supervisor is one of them chief Yagami he is respectful man and I look up to him. I remember him calling out one of my colleagues for suggesting I simply become a secretary for crying out loud I did my training and graduated just like them and chief Yagami tought the exact same thing. He wasn’t the only one standing up for me, Matsuda my best friend always has my back and I have his. Our friendship evolved quite quickly we were both the outcasts of the police station and that meant eating lunch together and eventually having a drink after work. He makes my life so much lighter with his endless positism and enthousiam. The only downside to our friendship is the embarrassing moments he endures and drags me with him. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

But the true reason I deciced to stay longer is Kira. He fascinates me and I wish to meet him and talk to him and possibly even take a brain scan and see what is going on with him. It’s obvious he is a serial killer he has a pattern like all serial killers and i doubt he feels any remorse. But why criminals? Perhaps it gives him a way to justify his killing he probably thinks he is doing the world a favor and even saving lifes. But then again why not turn in to the police if you can get close enough t give someone a heart attack you can surly hand them into the police? No he isn’t more than a horrendous killer.

“Y/N and Matsuda, can I talk to you in my office?”, I stop my train of toughts about Kira and look at chief Yagami. I hope I’m not in trouble and I try to make my voice sound strong. “Yes”. As i turn around I see that everyone is looking at us just perfect. Doubt washes over my body as I approach his office. That misstake I made with the Yuri case could it be about that? But why is Matsuda then also being called he had nothing to do with it? He gives me a reasurring smile right before we enter the office that warms my heart atleast I have him by my side. I nod to chief Yagami after I enter and see Matsuda saluting him. This is what I mean by embarrassing moments. “Both of you sit down please.” I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and fear for the worst it’s a terrible treat of mine. I swirl my h/c round my finger a of nervousity as he begins to speak. “This afternoon their will be a world convernce about the Kira case and I would want you two to come with me. It will a great learning experience for both of you.” My heart is once again beating out of my chest but this time for other reasons. Matsuda looks at me with a huge grin and I can’t help my face forming a smile as well. I anwser him not wanting Matsuda to say something to excited ,“It’s an honor to be invited to this sir and we will attend the convernce.”

I’m still in shock after I leave the office this is huge opportunity and I’m so thankful to chief Yagami for giving it to me and Matsuda. Now we can perhaps finally be taken serious. “Pinch me I need to know if I’m dreaming or not.” I turn to Matsuda and give him a little pinch we both giggle after that both in disbelief that out of all the cops beter and more experienced he chose us, ofcourse I am not complaining. “This is probably the best work day I’ve had in a long time.” Matsuda nods at me and laughs before saying, “Even better than when I introduced you to that coffee shop with those heavenly cheescakes?” Oh god I remember tasting that cake and being in love it’s the best in the entire world. I make a mocking thinking pose, “No I still think this day is better, oh speaking about it wanna get a drink their before we have to leave we are on our break anyways?”. His faces drops in a dissapointed scowl and he slugs his shoulders. He can’t come he probably still has work it’s typically him. Always doing things at last minute I really need to learn him to plan his work better that way he will have so much more time. But that task is more difficult than catching Kira himself. “Let me guess you don’t have time cause you still have work to do?” he nods and gives me a sheepish smile. “Well another time then goodluck and if you still haven’t finished work I’ll help you but you seriously need to learn how to plan.” He gives me one of his heartwarming smiles and I already know I will get a phonecall at night and will end up helping him. “Thank you Y/N. Without you i’d probably be fired.” I wave him good bye and head my way to the cafe. I mean it’s not my fault Matsuda still has work and a little treat won’t hurt my diet I hope. 

The cafe is only a 5 minute walk not that I mind it the weather is good and I feel the sunshine on my face leaving a pleasant warm feeling. The decorations outside of the cafe are questionable it’s all pink and white and definitly meant as a romantic cafe. On both sides of the door the walls are decorated with many many flowers and it gives a sweet and calm aura. The smell of coffee fils my nostrils and it’s one of my favorites things. How the hell do people survive without it. The smell enhances as I enter the cafe inside it has the same vibe as outside with pink and white everywhere. there are all kind of seating options from the clasic chairs to high chairs, sofa’s and beanbags all decorated with diffrent pillows.The two cats of the owners chairman meow and church are laying lazely on one of the sofa’s decorated with many cat themed pillows, that sofa is the cats spot. Normally I’d order a latte and cheescake but today I want something else so I walk to the menu when a guy bumps into me. Even after many years of police training I still managed to fall on my ass with the guy now on top of me. My face begins to redden as I see the enitre cafe looking at me and the guy. Who is back on his feet and sticks his hand out to help me and I can’t help but wonder if he is homeless. His hair is sticking in all directions and he has some of the biggest bags under his eyes that I have ever seen. Normally I don’t judge a book by it’ cover but this man is strange to say the least. But I was raised to have respect so I go ahead and apoligze. “I am really sorry sir I didn’t see you.” He sticks his thumb in his mouth and looks at me like I am some kind of riddle a puzzle to be solved it’s actually kind of cute. “No need to apolgize but there is a 50% change us falling is youre fault. I have been here many times and this event never occured to me so it might be a higher percentage.” This man is strange no doubt but yet I want to get to know him better he seems interessting and I was gonna drink and eat alone better see if I can get myself some company. “Well again I am sorry my head was in the coulds. I noticed you don’t have company wanna maby drink our coffees togther?” Now he is looking at me like I am an alien no he is analyzing me I reconigze his look. Now I really hope he says yes he fascinates me. “Altough there is a 70 % change I won’t enjoy this I suppose trying won’t hurt anyone.”

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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me except Y/N all of them excpet the cats belong to the writers of Death Note the cats belong to Cassandra Clare. The plot is also highly based on the plot of the writers of Death note 

Be sure to give me advice and requests are also open for one shots with youre favorite or less favorite characters. I don’t write smut so please don’t request that cause I won’t write it.

#l x reader #death note #l lawliet #ryuzaki lawliet #lawliet x reader #light yagami #chief yagami #matsuda #misa amane #ryuk #fluff #angst

[dumbwaystodeviate]

Consider.... Sixty deviates because Hank or Connor is nice to him despite his holding him hostage earlier

Despite all that Sixty had done, at the end of the protests and his failures the android found himself still active. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he didn’t dwell on it as he was brought in to the DPD to join the force. He supposed that if he were going to keep existing then he might as well do what he was made for and he was mildly surprised to find there was little opposition to this, except from Reed but everyone saw THAT one coming a mile away. 

And so he worked, did the best a good bot like him could do and followed orders, taking his stasis at the precinct. For the most part everything worked out ok, he was the same as Connor so he could keep up with everything he did. But one thing he had an increasingly hard time doing was avoiding both Connor and Hank. He wasn’t too sure how he got off on the whole hostage thing but he wasn’t going to take chances, he calculated a 90% chance of both of them being quite unhappy with his leaving the tower let alone working around them.

The RK couldn’t blame them, considering what he did should have had him arrested to start off with. No one, let alone an android, should do that kind of thing. Even if he was just following his programming. Either way he wasn’t going to bring it up, if that was to happen then someone would have done it already.

Most nights, when he was left alone in the office he would run pre-constructions about the day, what he could have done diffrent and patterns in the officers. He noted that Hank and Connor always left together, guessing it was because Connor had started staying with the man. It meant he could freely move about the office to do more tasks he didn’t normally do during the day. Cleaning out the coffee maker to help with his coworkers’ need for it, making sure everything was up to date. It became a peaceful little routine.

But just like the first time he met Hank, he had been mistaken about possible events.The man never really stayed that late unless he just came in from a job, which tonight he had not been on, and Sixty couldn’t figure out why the man was here. What he did know was he followed up by Connor, and his LED spun yellow. Had he been deviant, he would likely had jumped at the large hand landing on his shoulder.

“Evening, Lieutenant, Connor.” He made sure to address both, just in case. “It’s quite late to be here, is everything ok?” He was sure they were gone for the night.

Hank nodded, not quite looking at him yet and only doing so when he let go of Sixty. “Yeah, kid. Just… Had something we wanted to talk to you about.”  That made Sixty’s possessors go a little bit harder and he wasn’t sure why, but he could see Connor behind Hank smiling softly.

“I will do my best to assist you in any way I can.” Sixty was already thrown for a loop at them being here, let alone talking to him, so he had no idea what to expect. Perhaps it was about what had happened?

The dynamic duo glanced to each other, before turning back to him. “Well kid, you’ve been here, what? Two months? And this whole damn time you have been staying in the office.”

Ah, so he was over staying? Easy fix. “I’m sorry, lieutenant. I can find other accommodations-” Sixty paused the second he saw Hank’s hand go up, clearly cutting him off.

“That ain’t what i’m saying. Just figured staying here all the time isn’t the best idea. We know you don’t got a place, figured you could join us. Got the room for it.” Hank had such a genuine smile as he said this, he hadn’t seen the look on the man before other than when he was talking with Connor, and sometimes not even then. Mostly because the man was a grump.

And Sixty, for his part, was stuck on a confused red Led that shined into his own vision. Here the two where, one he took hostage and one he tried to kill, were offering him a place to stay. And he couldn’t see a lie on Hank’s face. Just truth, not a wrinkle of distaste. Was it pity for the machine or was his being there bothering others?

“What?” He had to understand, curiosity was a part of him. “Even after-” Again he didn’t get to finish. He was going to have to talk to him about that habit.

“Yeah yeah, I know what happened. Was there after all.” Came Hank, but it seemed this time Connor had a say.

“It wasn’t your fault you did that, it was what your programming set you out to do. Just like it had to try and make me do. You had just been activated and didn’t know better, only that you would be destroyed otherwise.” Again the RK couldn’t see a lie in their feelings, and it baffled him.

Despite what he had done, they were offering him a place to stay, they could have been angry and hate him but they didn’t. They were being nice and trying to help. He almost thought his led went out at how suddenly the red in his vision had left him, but it was nothing more than his programming. And without it, this acceptance and kindness hit him like a truck, and he found his face suddenly wet.

Through a blurry gaze he could see Hank startled a bit, feeling the heat from the man sinking in as he was pulled into a hug and a hand on his head. “Shit, no need to cry. It’s fine.” 

Sixty didn’t need to pre-construction anything to know Hank was telling the truth. Not with how warm the hug was and how bright Connor’s smile shined.

#Dbh Sixty #Dbh Connor #Dbh hank #dumb ways to deviate #prompt fill #Ninegeddon

[marley-warriors]

Ymir Fritz- Origin, Life and Death

This post focuses on Ymir Fritz and is the third post in my series on the devil of all earth. (Holidays are nearly over so soon you won’t have to deal with the sudden influx of metas. XD)

Ymir Fritz- meaning

Fritz is a medival German name, and is short for Frederick, which means ‘Peace-Power’.

Ymir on the other hand is a scandinavian name, deep rooted in norse mythology. Ymir means ‘Mythical Giant’, which also accordingly makes Ymir the progenitor of all giants.

Further it is described that people by the name of Ymir have a deep inner desire and to give to others by sharing money, knowledge, and experience, as well as creative and artistic ability. This description does match up to that of Frieda Reiss when talking about Ymir as a kind girl that cares for everyone around her.

From the name we can assume that Ymir Fritz was Germanic/Scandinavian. This makes sense in the regard that most Eldians have German first and last names. The Eldians were probably scandinavian and germanic before they started rulling the world.

Ymir’s early life

Based on the clothes we see Ymir wearing in paths, we can assume that she was a rather poor girl. This would make sense. After all it seems she took up the devil’s offer in order to assure her family and her people could live a better life. It is possible that they were in a depression due to constant wars, famine and poverty or illness.

There are other theories that suggest she was a royal, but no royal would be desperate enough to go out and agree on a deal with the devil. This girl was desperate for change, for a better life for her people.

The Fritz family probably did not start out as royal, but with the later power of the founding titan it would make sense for the Fritz family to have taken up the role of leading the Eldians and becoming their rulers.

Meeting the devil

It may or may not have been by accident that Ymir found the devil. I think its more likely that it was the devil that saw Ymir’s desperation and offered up his services to her in a similar manner to that of Satan and Eve in the Bible.

Ymir was still a young girl, kind and naive. She would have been very easy to manipulate.

“I have heard innocent voice. I’ll sing out with my girl. Go to the meeting place, sing alone. Rolling stone. Come morning, everyone laugh again with me.”

This is a verse of season 2’s ending song: Yuugure no Tori. It has to be one of the darkest songs in all os snk, followed by old pictures of Ymir Fritz and the devil. I think that this particular verse may actually be from the devils perspective, since it talks about someone hearing an innocent voice. This may be the devil overhearing a young and innocent Ymir. Further this innocent voice must be that of a girl as pointed out in the next line. “Go to the meeting place” could refer to the place where Ymir and the devil first met. The next line about lauging the next morning almost seems as if the devil is laughing mockingly with others at Ymir, for entering a contract she did not fully understand. After all the devil had tricked her. The devil did not want to help Ymir, but enslave her for his own personal goals. Her and her people are now the perfect tools for any devious plans the devil might have had.

Just look at the devil. It looks like it is grinning after it handed Ymir the apple. The apple that had been passed on to Ymir must be the source of all organic matter that Eren Kruger mentioned. After ingesting this apple she gained the power of the titans. (Much like Eve gained the knowledge of good and evil after eating the fruit offered up by Satan.)

Why did Ymir accept the offer?

The devil promised Ymir immense power, power which she could use for good. With this power, Ymir could help her people prosper. Whatever wars, famine and disasters were affecting them could now be solved by her new power. To the Eldians Ymir became a “god given gift”.

(Also why does Ymir have breasts in her titan form despite being just a girl? Well if you look at Annie Leonhard’ts female titan, she too already possesed large breasts in her titan form while still a young child around the age of 10 or 11. So it seems a shifters titan looks like a mature adult, no matter the age of the actual shifter.)

This is exactly what Ymir sought to do, use her powers for the good of her people. With the help of Ymir’s Progenitor titan she could cultivate the lands, build bridges and ensure her people prospered.

Yet there was also a dark side to this power, which should be obvious since she obtained it from the devil. Perhaps Ymir was naive enough to believe that none of her successors would ever use her powers for the bad of humanity. Or maybe she never even knew that she would have successors to her powers. But the power recived by the devil did end up corrupting the Eldians.

The curse and death of Ymir

One clear condition of the contract seems to be that of the 13 year curse, now known as Ymir’s curse. She was doomed to die after just 13 years, and so are her successors.

But during her remaining 13 years Ymir did grow up and give birth to 3 girls, Maria Fritz, Rose Fritz and Sina Fritz. (Karl Fritz would later name his 3 walls after Ymir’s children.)

It has become evident that titan shifters age at a more rapid pace than other Eldians. The clearest example of this was with Uri Reiss, in which he went from being a young adult to looking like a man in his late years. Zeke also looks much older than he actually is. Even Reiner and Bertholdt look like they were in their late teens at the age of 13 and 14. Hence being a shifter seems to accelerate the aging proccess.

So 13 years later Ymir died, but another condition of passing on the power was to be eaten.

This painting may very well be of Ymir Fritz’s corpse. (Her hair could be whitish because of the rapid aging process) The man behind the children could have been her husband or father. There is no manga panel of this picture yet, so its purpose is yet to be explained in later chapters. But the skeleton is still most likely that of Ymir Fritz.

Around Ymir there are 9 vase’s, each seemingly filled with her drained blood. The only people eating from the corpse are 3 young girls, which could be Ymir’s daughters or perhaps siblings.

Now about the cannibalism. I do not think Ymir was cannibalised to obtain her powers. The people around her may not even have known that her powers could be inherited. It could simply be that the cannibalism was ritualistic in nature. Which does seem to be the case as the image shows everyone dressed up in robes with candles around. Ritualistic cannibalism can include family members eating the remains of their loved ones.

The intersting thing is the 9 vases filled with blood. To pass on a titan, a shifter’s spinal fluid has to be ingested. It could be that the blood had residue of the sounal fluid. There are 10 people in the picture, so it can be assumed that 9 of them got one vase each. That may be how Ymir’s titan powers split into 9 individual titan shifters.

Ymir may have promised herself to only use her powers for good, but perhaps she did not know that her powers would be passed on by accident during the cannibalistic ritual.

Ymir in Paths

“Spend with me. Blow tomorrow. Every single day it is next to you.”

“With me, with me, with me, with me, Yeah.”

Another sentence from the season 2 ending song. “Spend with me.” Is that the devil mentioning how Ymir will from now on spend eternity trapped with the devil in paths? After all Ymir did die almost 2000 years ago, and yet she lives on in a limbo like state in paths. We know that Ymir is very unhappy in paths. Her eyes are blacked out with lines, which is Isayama’s indication that she is in emotional pain. She clearly does not want to be there. The sentence about it being next to her is also interesting. What is next to her? The devil? The contract, or perhaps the works of the devil? Clearly she is now trapped in paths as per her contract with the devil, seemingly unable to change anything while having to watch her successors either commit oppression and eugenics ir suffer from oppression and eugenics.

Ymir’s successors

8 of the 9 titans were passed on to random Eldians, which may have been the friends, and distant relatives of Ymir present at the funeral. One titan however was passed on to one of Ymir’s daughters. That titan became known as the Founding titan. With Ymir’s death, the Progenitor titan had split. There has been no progenitor titan since despite the ability for one shifter to collect multiple titan powers.

Contrary to popular believe, I think the girl depicted in this pucture is not Ymir, but Ymir’s daughter. This titan has been specifically adressed as the founding titan, and not the progenitor titan. Further the girl in this picture stands above 8 other shifters bowing to her. Together they form the 9 titans that had split from Ymir. Ymir herself is no longer in the murral of the 9 titans as she had already died by the time her powers had split. Even if she were, she would have probably been shown as the 10th extinct Progenitor Titan. Further this titan does look a bit diffrent from the titan presented as Ymir. Ymir’s titan had more messy curls rather than waves as well as a fringe. The titan with the horn does not have a fringe and no messy curles.

It was with her successors that the Eldians started exploring the dark side of their power, using and abusing it, such as using mass produced mindless titans as weapons to wipe out opposing forces.,

This may very well be according to the devil’s plan. After all, the devil would not have agreed to help Ymir unless there was something in it for him.

“Surely come in the morning, one day say hello.” (Ending song)

Regardless, the devil seemed to just be waiting for Ymir to come by and say hello.

#snk #aot #snk spoilers #snk meta #ymir fritz #devil of all earth #snk devil of all earth #maria fritz #rose fritz #sina fritz #paths #snk paths #snk devil #marley-warriors-of-demon-blood #titan shifters #progenitor titan #founding titan #source of all organic matter

[confettininjabean]

💬 x 5

 x5! well you asked for it, now you’ll have a long post of writing from a few different fics i have floating around. Diffrent fandoms too!

Enjoy the ride and the longest answer i’ve ever done haha, Alex! xD

First and foremost is from my Dragon Age Inquisition fic (which i have not touched in ages but will get back to at some point. @elveny might even enjoy this angst xD)

     Part One: Suledin, Ma Vhenan  

     Ancient Times  

 Anguish, grief...such pain he’d never known before plagued his being, leaving an eternal sorrow in his wake with every step. The hole in his heart was so deep, indeed, it pierced his soul. The deepest ache swirling with that of a cold burning...raw. Not even a blade with a jagged edge striking through his chest, twisting into his physical heart could ever hope to compare to the agony he felt as he walked, breathed, as he continued to live while she did not.

 No, it wasn’t just a hole that was left within his heart, his being. Without her, his heart was gone. A heavy sad sigh escaped him as he stepped through the eluvian, exiting into a mountainous area. Looking ahead, blue eyes focused on something in the unseen distance yet holding an unfocused gaze. His legs moved of their own accord, their destination  was without question. His inner struggle held his attention significantly more than the snow covered scenery around him. As beautiful as it had once been...it no longer held any interest for him, not without her.

(the rest is under the cut cuz this is LOONNG af)

 She’d brought such vibrant color and life to his world. Without her here, without her singing, without her overwhelming compassion, her vibrance, the way she saw life… His world was now a dull gray.

 He should have never allowed her to leave the castle, to go on such a dangerous mission. Nevermind those he’d sent along to protect and help her, they had done all they could. He should had gone with her. No, he should have anticipated such a trick. He should have known better, suspected that his enemies would go after her, that they would discover just how important to him she had become. Oh and they had. If only he had been smarter, more wary, cautious. She might still be alive. But he had not been and she was gone.

 Coming to a stop, his vision focused on the expanse of mountain side before him. The faint swirl of design that he had lightly carved on the stone told him he had arrived at his destination. This would be  hisfinal visit…

 Reaching out, he placed his bare palm against the door, the words of spell on his lips. A blue and golden light shimmered like a rippling circle moving outward from his hand, bringing the carved designs to life momentarily. The stone facade fell away, revealing a hidden door that slid open silently and effortlessly.

 The air was sweet within, the scent of crystal grace blooms, it swirled out of the small, empty foyer to him. For a moment, he felt as if the very scent embraced him. He took deep breath...Crystal grace. Those had been her favorite blooms. Emotion threatened to choke him, causing his chest to tighten almost painfully with short breaths as he stepped over the threshold. He blinked furiously, willing away the tears that threatened to drown him. He had made a promise...a promise that he would endure.

 As he slowly made his way through the foyer and into a much larger room, he ignored everything that adorned it. He’d seen it all several times, this was once a sanctuary of sorts, a library as well as a place of love and peace. Now it held only pain for him, memories of what no longer was, reminders of what he lost and what remained of the woman whose song had stolen his heart so completely, he’d only realized it after it was far too late.

 He remembered a time, not all that long ago, when this hall would be ringing with the sound of her voice; singing, laughing or simply speaking. Now the only sound heard was that of his footfalls as he crossed the hall towards a door seemingly painted into the wall. It shimmered at his approach. He spoke only a few words and the ‘door’ opened. Stepping through, he entered into a long, dark. The lack of light mattered not as he knew his way. It was one of the few things he was still certain of.

 Moments that seem more like an eternity pass and he stopped at the threshold of the dark hall and a room that was lit that was lit only by candles.his gaze moved around the room, taking in everything that adorned it.

 The walls were filled with paintings of bright colors, depicting various things. He’d painted them for her. Crystal grace petals covered the floor around the raised dais in the center of the room. Bouquets of the blooms had been placed around the outside of the dais. A lone wolf carved from wood sat to the side. This room had once had a different purpose, one that never came to fruition. He’d wanted to surprise her.

 She never had the chance to see it.

 The room’s purpose had since changed. His eyes fell, lastly, upon the beautiful silverite urn that rested on the very center of the dais.

 It was a tomb now, a shrine. His heart’s final resting place.

 Slowly, he approached the dais and fell upon his knees. Reaching out, he placed both hands on the urn and leaned forward to rest his forehead against the cool metal.

 “It is done,” he said in a low voice as he closed his eyes. His voice grated his own ears, sounding like a cracking whip in the tomb’s silence. “What we fought for, the war...it is finally done. I…I only wish you had been-” Emotion surged forward within him, choking off his voice. Sorrow, so deep it would remain with him for the rest of eternity, gripped his heart. His chest felt tight again. His eyes burned behind tight lids. His hands convulsed, gripping the urn tightly.

 “I...I am so sorry, my heart,” he whispered brokenly.

 The silence in the tomb was so loud it defeaned him. Then he...felt more than heard her voice.

     Do not cry. Our love endures. That is what love does.  

 He felt her then, her presence. Warmth, full of love and light wrapped around him as surely as if she had embraced him. He gasped at the feeling and wished it would never leave.

     Endure, my heart. I love you.  

 He could do nothing but weep.

(and now for the next set of writing. )

this next excerpt is from my Wraiths of the Past fic with my SWTOR Trooper Zandromeda and Theron. It makes me laugh every time.

She hadn’t seen him since she left the SIS, six and a half years ago. She’d thought of him very often since then…she’d written and called a few times in that first year…but he’d never responded or returned her calls. She’d left it at that. He’d wanted nothing to do with her is what she figured. She didn’t really blame him. Seeing him again, right in front of her…brought back those old feelings. She could do nothing but ignore them.“Theorn Shanks?” She said, wanting to distract herself from her thoughts. “Really?”He looked sheepish and shrugged, “Uh…yeah…about that…It was the first thing I thought of.”She arched an eyebrow, “The first cover name you think of was from when I wrote your name drunk seven years ago?”“Uh…It was funny?” He said with another shrug. “Oookay,” she said with an eye roll, “How about you tell me what’s going on.”“Well, I was standing here…and that lady just started coming on to me…” Theron started. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to make a joke or just being an ass. Perhaps it was just both.She sighed, not at all amused at him, frowning, “No, I meant what’s with you tailing me through Alderaan.”“Oh…Oh that,” He said, shaking his head and glancing around. She noticed he had yet to meet her eyes. Repressing the sudden disappointed feeling that was beginning to seep into her chest she just adjusted her stance slightly. Don’t start, he’s moved on, she silently ordered to herself.“You see, I can’t really talk about that,” He said lamely. She figured he would have come up with something else. Lie to her and tell her he was just gathering intelligence or he was on vacation, not actually confirm it even if he didn’t give her any information.“You really are losing your touch,” She said and waved her own question away. “I won’t pry. I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on.”“You do?” Theron said, the worry in his voice and eyes had her frowning.“Well, when members of an elite special forces squad defect, it’s only a matter time before SIS is doing an investigation,” She said narrowing her eyes at him. The way he finally met her eyes and she saw a brief moment of relief in his golden-hazel eyes wasn’t what she had expected at all.(the rest is on Ao3)

(Next bit! This one features my Jedi Knight Jaydzia, pre prologue of the Swtor game)

There were little waterfalls all over Tython. A few within a stone’s throw of the Jedi Temple. Jaydzia had always loved the water and she held many a fond memory of playing in those small shallow water falls and creeks that dotted the ancient home of the Jedi with her brothers. That seemed like a life time ago and in some ways it was. She was older now, as were they and… They weren’t here on Tython with her.

Over the years, she’d turned away from the water and climbed upwards, scaling the many trees as far as the branches would hold her, the various bluffs and mountainous terrain. She even scaled the Temple itself many times, much to some Masters’ chagrin and Master Elav’s amusement. She was more cautious of where and what she climbed. She wasn’t entirely sure why she felt the need, the urge to find the highest point and just be there. Whether it was some subconscious and foolish urge to get away from the good memories of her brothers that now served as reminders of their absence, or the childish hope that had never truly died that one day, she would seem them amongst the wilderness of Tython.

Or perhaps, it was simply a place she could call her own, however temporary, and just…be.

Sometimes, she would meditate. Other times, she would study. There were even times when she would simply take in the beauty of Tython stretched out before her.

There were days, however, where she would take flimsi and a satchel of sketching utensils Master Elav had helped her make and just sketch whatever it was she saw.

Today, it was a waterfall. One of the larger ones on Tython, far enough from the Jedi temple where she could enjoy the sounds of the world around her without the interruptions of her fellow padawans training. Scribble upon scribble, page after page, she drew the waterfall in various imagined seasons. The final page, however, was different. It was a mix of a memory and a dream.

Three small figures played in the water.

The scribbles ceased when her holo-beeped. The unfinished illustration was folded then packed away in the sketch pad of flimsi.

It would be many years before it was found again.

and now for the final entry. A bit from my new fic for the Arcana game i’ve been addicted to since thanksgiving lol. this is set Pre Plague and therefore Before the game actually starts)

Later that evening, his tent was set and he sat within, shuffling his handmade tarot deck. The Major Arcana were quiet today but that wasn’t at all uncommon. A commotion started brewing from a ways away outside of his tent. He ignored it, focusing on his magic until the commotion was simply too much to ignore. It was far to rowdy and excited to be simply party revelers browsing wares. Were too many patrons drunk already?Asra stood, pocketing the deck when the flap of his tent opened. He looked up to see a beautiful young woman quickly duck inside, the flap closing behind her. Asra blinked at the Vision standing before him. Hair, the color of the midnight sky, pulled back in a half braid that flowed effortlessly down her back and tumbled like a waterfall around her shoulders as she whirled around to peek past the tent flap. Vibrant eyes the color of liquid emeralds flashed back at him as lush lips that were simply made for kisses both given and received quirked up in an apologetic smile.“Sorry! Hope you don’t mind the intrusion, it’s getting a bit crowded out there,” the Vision of beauty spoke. That voice flowed over him like a refreshing mist on a hot summer day both enchanting and musical.He snapped himself out of his wayward thoughts and shook his head, both in answer to her and to clear his mind. “Don’t mind at all.” He wanted to drop his eyes, break her gaze from him but found he couldn’t…he felt…drawn in almost.Then she looked away, peeking back outside the tent flap, the spell of her eyes undone. He shook himself inwardly.“Oh! I’m sorry, where are my manners,” She spoke again. Her musical voice drawing his eyes back to her gaze once more. Her smile, this time, wasn’t apologetic but dazzling, brightening those brilliant green eyes even more. She held out her hand to him, as she introduced herself. “Hello, I’m Jaydzia.”He blinked and with only a moment’s hesitation he took her proffered hand with the intention to shake it but found himself bowing and bringing her fingers up to his lips for a quick kiss. He watched as those amazing and expressive eyes grew wide in surprise and delight.“It’s lovely to meet you, Jaydzia,” he answered, not realizing he almost purred her name. “I’m Asra.”Violet gaze locked with liquid emerald, her fingers warm in his, he felt the entire world fall away until they were the only two in existence.Until the flap of his tent opened again and more people spilled in with excited whispers. The tent wasn’t very large, barely big enough for a handful of people. The newcomers crowded around the tent flap oblivious to the two people behind them. The moment broken, Asra pulled away just as Jaydzia did. He glances at the crowd of people at the entrance then back at Jaydzia who was looking down at her shoes. A gloriously beautiful tinge of rose graced her cheeks and nose. He leaned in, maintaining a respectful distance, and whispered to her, “What is all the commotion out there for anyway?”She met his gaze, her blush fading, “A Princess of Praka is making her arrival here in Vesuvia.”“Hmmm,” He said with a slight nod. “Interesting…did you get to see her?”She smiled but shook her head, “Uh no…” A small chuckle escaped her lips as she glanced over at the people at the entrance of the tent. “I got crowded away.”“Well, its not every day you get to see a Princess, is it?” Asra chuckled. “Here, follow me.” He moved towards the back of the tent, beckoning her with his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, she moved quietly behind him as he led her out of the tent, around the back of a building and up an outdoor staircase that led onto a shadowed balcony.“Best seat in the house,” He said with a wink as they approached the railing.“Oh! This is wonderful!” she said in delight. “We can see everything up here.” “Mmhmm,” Asra murmured, leaning on his elbows on the railing. He watched her profile as she gazed over the still growing crowd. A few moments later, amidst loud cheering that made him wince, the Prince made her debut on the street.“Oh, she is gorgeous,” Jaydzia said quietly.“Hmm,” was all Asra said. Princess Nadia Satrinava was indeed a very lovely woman…but he kept glancing over at the vision of beauty next to him.When the Princess was out of sight, the crowd had dispersed and thinned with the majority having followed the Princess’s procession. He led Jaydzia back down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, he felt a quick pressing of soft lips on his cheek, sending something he couldn’t quite name coursing through him. He felt heat rush over his face and neck when he looked at Jaydzia beaming up at him.“Thank you,” She said, shyly but the gratitude in her eyes sparkled. “Truly. That was amazing.”He could only nod his ‘welcome’ at her as she turned and walked away. By the time he’d come back to his senses, she was out of sight.He wondered if he’d ever see her again.

That was fun! and i think thats 5? i could be wrong becuase i cant count lmfao,

#Jayde tries to tumblr #Jayde tries to actually answer an ask this time #My Fic #various fandoms #windwyrm

[kishirukitoji]

The Story of Four Lost Souls

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Have you ever wondered that you could have a sibling/s that were conceived from a different mother (definitely as well as with different father 😂😂😂)? Where each one of you have a big difference of upbringing? Yet, the odds spared some time just to let those souls meet at one point of their lives, that neither time could tell until when these souls would hold on to this kinship?

The Reclusive Chummy: the kid who is a daydreamer and a night thinker. First thing he would be excited going on an adventure but on second thought he'd rather not. Perhaps the social-antisocial, you may say. He can be drunk even if not taking any alcoholic drinks. He can be broken even if he hasn't been into that kind of brokenness. He is the most sensitive when sharp mouths tore-apart his morale. Whenever you break his spirit of enthusiasm, he would raise the flag and quit rather than fighting those numb-skulls who've only seen his unworthiness. He may be too hard to himself until now but things change after meeting those souls, somehow.

The Satiric Philosopher: a kid pondered with great wisdom. Yet don't get fooled with his angelic-sweet-talking-face 'cuz he is the most savage among the four. Words that not just cut deep instead deeper than you could've ever imagine with a little bit of trash. Truth of all truths even if it hurts. Blatant-honest opinions that even yourself have to accept 'cuz its the truth. If you don't know a little thing about him then you'd be dropdead when he crack those sarcastic jokes when you meet him. He is the most straightforward of all the souls even to himself, whether its a bad or good thing about him. Well, that's what made him unique and he has grown wiser than ever.

The Douchebag Wanderer: he's a total opposite from the satiric philosopher. An extroverted person who is an A-to-da-hole. He's like a book from a library. He wouldn't mind talking he's embarassing moments, private thingy moments, and even his douchebag desires outloud with his audience. Instead of being ashamed and just keep it to himself he would just laugh along with them. He is overly conscious about himself especially when you notice something different or negative about him. Aside from that, he is a born traveller (an adventure seeker), actually, he would try to win over the 3 souls to go on an adventure especially with the reclusive chummy. There are only two things you can see when you dissect his brain; (1) wanderlust and (2) douchebag.

The Whining Dudette: she's a mystical female dog 😂😂😂. She is, somewhat, a combination of the satiric philosopher and the douchebag wanderer. A straightforward but an outgoing kind of soul. She is insensitive when voicing out here opinions, not an inkling of holding back. She easily get along with everyone but often her actions are misinterpreted, especially to the people who do not know her at all. Sometimes she acts as if she's innocent to some things even if she's not. She even has a delayed reaction of what has been said and done to her that it would take a day to digest it into her mind. She is a soul that already has its limitations. She have things to attend for it is her top priority. She may hang-out but not the same as before.

These souls have diffrent personalities but fate is trying to connect them. There is something with these souls that they get along so well. Each of them has its imperfections. They share the same thought of what they believe in. They want to explore the world together. They roast each other. They have the same laughs. They want to see the sun rise together. They want to see the city lights at night. They share the same idiotness 😂😂😂. They want to grow wiser together. They want to be child at heart forever. They want to be a better person together. They want to see each other happy when a soul gets married and have its own family in the future.

Why have they met? What is the purpose of connecting their souls? When will it last long? #storytime #paperless #soulconnection #writingsonthewall

(mataba utak ko ngaun kaya lubuslubusin ko na 😘✌😂)

[miriamandvictoria]

@ocprompting Fun Character Bio 

Name

What is it?

Miriam Willsson Paul (Neé Paul)

Does it mean anything, who gave it to them and why?

Their mum picked it. They were going to be named Linda, but because their cousin Linda was born two weeks before Miriam, she got the name instead. Her father used to call her "Jarrito", which is a Mexican soda, when she was little, claiming that he invented it before she was born because she used to give her mother hiccups when she was still in the womb.

Do they like it?

They think it's okay.

Other basics

Age?

47

Species?

Human

Personality traits

What are their most defining traits to their personality?

Stubborn, good hearted, loving and trust worthy

What sticks out as soon as you meet them, what kind of first impression do they make?

You'd probably notice what a warm and kind person they are first of all. They always make a good impression because their big heart shows clearly to everyone who look at them.

What are their good traits?

Compassionate, kind, loving

What are their bad traits?

Jelous, insecure, stuff all her feelings inside and does not tell anyone what she feel

Any other traits?

Ultinate mum friend, clever, a goof

How do they describe themself, how do they view themself?

Miriam describbes themselves as a dedicated stay at home mum with a daytime job. They don't have a great view of themselves - they know their personality is golden but they don't like their apperance, and they often feel as though they fall short in caring for theur family and when comparing themselves to their wife

How do others describe them, how do others view them?

Others describe her as cute, funny, and kind. They view her as a really good friend they can depend upon and discuss anything with.

What parts of their personality always prevail and are always present no matter what the situation is?

They are always trustworthy, and they are always hardworking and kind

Are they a different person when you first meet them than when you get to know them, does it take them time to open up? Or are they an open book from the get go?

They're pretty much an open book. There is a lot of reasons that they are the way they are and act the way they do that you won't know until you get to know them, but personality wise they're an open book

Appearance

Height?

151.5 cm

Body build/shape/weight?

They used to be underweight when they were younger and always had a very slim build, but put on signficant amounts of weight later in life. She is now quite chubby, though not qualified as overweight.

Facial shape - What are their eyes like? How about their nose, or lips? Shape of cheeks? Eyebrows?

They have big chocolate brown eyes with thick black eyelashes. Her face is very rounded with soft, chubby cheeks. She has big, full lips and soft arches for eyebrows.

Hair - short/long? texture/shape? Do they wear it different ways or only one way? What colour(s) is it, natural/changed?

They have dark dark brown hair that almost looks black, which is their natural colour, though it's gotten lighter with the years and is more like a chestnut brown now. Her natural texture is very thick and straight. She had it very long with and without bangs when she was younger, as well as curling it or making it wavy on occasion. She then cut it down into a very short style for four years in her late twenties. After that she let it grow out again in her early thirties, before once more starting to cut it down shorter and shorter. Nowadays she has it in a bob of varying length and has had for some years.

Skin tone?

They're half Mexican, half white American. They appear white, but when standing next to someone of completely white heritage it is noticable that they are slightly darker skinned by a few shades.

Anything such as glasses? dimples? scars?

They have dimples. Their knees and feet are covered in little scars from a lot of (barefeet) adventures in the Arizona dessert as a child. They also have a thick scar just above their hairline from falling off their pet cow, which she once rode on when drunk. Their wife Victoria rode toghther with her and tried to catch her when she fell, but was too drunk and instead ended up joining her on the ground. Miriam hurt her head and Victoria broke her wrist. She got glasses shortly after she turned forty, but doesn't need them constantly.

Do they look younger, average, older than their age?

They have always looked much younger than their age. When their oldest daughter Alice was small, she was often believed to be her big sister, and the same happened when her wife had their second daughter Lydia. In fact, at the Hospital, Miriam's wife (at the time girlfriend) Victoria was believed to be her step-mother, and that their daughter was Miriam's little sister. As they've gotten older, though, their age has started to catch up with them and combined with a more mature dress sense and make-up regime, they are rarely thought to be much younger than they are anymore.

How do they feel about their appearance? Do they like it, dislike it, mixed, or do they not place much value on their looks?

They try not to put much value in their looks, but does occasionally feel bothered by their weight. They know it's not entierly their own fault they have put on so much weight over the years, but it still hurt.

Anything they would want to change about their appearance? anything they refuse to change about their appearance?

They like their apperance, except perhaps they wish they could shed some of the weight they've put on. They would never change hair or eye colour, which they have sometimes been told they should try, because it'd make them look 'less foreign'.

Gender identity/etc

What is their gender? Are they perisex? Are they cis or trans? What are their pronouns?

She is a perisex cis female, pronounse she/her

Orientation/attraction

Sexual orientation? Romantic orientation?

They are a homoromantic Demisexual

Dating anyone? Married? Do they want to get married? Prefer ‘one night stands’?

They are married to a woman named Victoria Willsson. When they first met, Victoria was twenty-six and was working as an art teacher with side jobs doing sculptures and paintings to order, as well as singing and playing guitarre in a band. Miriam had just turned twenty and was a single mum to a one year old baby girl. She'd just landed her first job as a freelance journalist.

It turned out Victoria's school was the subject of the article, and she agreed to be her insider source. They continued to spend time toghther after the article was published, and fell in love. They got married on Victoria's fiftieth birthday, and had at that point lived toghther for over a decade and had three children.

How do they react when they first fall for someone?

They fall in love slowly but surely. A little something might spark, and then it'll grow over time.

How do they react when they first begin being intimate with someone? How do they react further on down the relationship?

They are always very careful. After being abadoned by the father of her daughter - even if she did not love him - she doesn't want to get too deep into anything until she feel she knows for sure its genuine. Further down the relationship they're much more confident, and they'll definatly be a fussy kind of hen mum partner who check in constantly to make sure their partner is doing good etc.

Do they have a lot of dating experience, little, none?

They have little dating experience. Before their wife, they only really dated their high school sweetheart, and their daughter's father - a shallow aquintance who she drunkenly slept with, then dated for a couple of months until it was revelead she was pregnant and he abadoned her to get by on her own.

What ways do they express intimacy or love? Hugs, Kisses, gifts, favors, Creating things for them, Verbal flattery, etc?

Hugs, kisses, favours and gifts. They show love more in actions than in words, though they frequently use loving and romantic nicknames in Spanish for those they love the most. For her it's a way to signal someone's importance to her.

Are they casual or intense in relationships?

Intense, if they think its answered. Usually they try to match their partner.

Do they value the relationship as important & lasting, or just fun & fleeting?

Lasting & important

Are they fast or slow in their relationships? dominant or passive? Do they take the lead, their partner(s) take the lead, mixture, or is there no lead?

They're pretty slow. Slow and steady wins the race, in their opinion. They're very dominant, however, and so is their wife, so it really depend on the situation. They have diffrent strength and weaknesses and let the one most well suited to handling whatever is happening lead the way. This usually means that Miriam rule the household and Miriam handles them when out in public and socilizing.

Do they enjoy sexual aspects ornromantic aspects more?

They enjoy the romantic aspects more.

Do they have any sexual interests that they do with their partner, for themself or for their partner?

Not really. They do occasionally have sex with their partner because they knows that she enjoys it, but unless they are extremely drunk they are not very intrested in sex in general, attraction or no.

What do they do if there is something upsetting in their relationship, how do they handle slight turmoil?

As they got older and wiser, trying to talk is normally what they do. Trying to solve it as best she can without beeing confrontational. This is both because she doesn't like fighting, and because she has a partner who handles conflicts abysmally due to past trauma. However, this attitude didn't fully set in until her early, mid thirties. Her and her wife has had sever issues communicating through out their relationship and it was not unsual that one of them would sleep on the couch, sometimes for weeks on end in the beginning of their relationahip. This would go on until they either returned on their own accord or was persuaded by the other partner to abandon whatever issue had sparked it and move forward. Which, in truth, wasn't much solving at all, and unfortunatly they still carry both bigger and smaller issues from the very beginning of their relationship with them to this day.

One of them is the fact that Miriam is still secretly hurt by having been caught up in a triangle drama between her wife Victoria and a man that she was also seeing when they first began going out, as well as his wife and other side-girls. At some point she would like to talk it out with her wife, but fears bringing it up as she knows her wife is deeply traumatized from the man killing himself by the way of drugs and alcohol little under two years after she began seeing him and less than a year after she met Miriam.

Non the less they have always loved eachother, and they would never let anything come between them so to the point that they split up.

Are they confident when with a partner, or insecure? If confident, how do they feel about confident partners? insecure partners? Do they have a 'type’?

They are connfident. They don't have a 'type', except perhaps women. But they want someone that they know they can rely on if they need it. At their core they are a confident person, but much like their partner it doesn't show until they feel safe enough to trust that their partner will stick around. This means that first they were both insecure, and then they were both strong. It kind of clashes but it tends to solve itself.

Personality wise, what do they enjoy in a partner? Looks wise, what do they enjoy? do they handle heartbreak well?

They want someone who is kind and empathic and creative. Culture, music and art are things that they find improtant, and they want someone who appreciate it too. Look wise, they enjoy tall people and have a weakness for sharp cheek bones. They handle heartbreak rather well - they pick themselves up and move on, and even if it hurts a lot inside they don't show it much.

Platonic relationships

What kinds of people do they make friends with?

They can make frienda with more or less anyone. They're the kind of person who can walk into a coffee shop and have twenty new aquintances by the time they walk out.

What kinds of people DON’T they make friends with?

They don't make friends with people who are racist, anti-lgbt, critical/slut shame single-mothers, or in any other way mean and negative. Being both lgbt and of immigrent heritage as well as a single mother at a young age has made her sensetive to these kind of subjects and she's been subject to discrimination and attacks for all three specific points - from her heritage to orientation to, when she was younger, status as a young single mother.

What kinds of things do they enjoy to do with friends?

Chill at home or coffee shop mostly. Any activties with her and/or their pets, too. When she was younger she'd go riding often with her friends, but its rarer after they busted their back.

Do they enjoy a large friend group or small? A few great friends, or many good friends?

They enjoy many good friends. They get along good with people and think it's fun to have a lot of people who she can invite to things and who will invite her to stuff. Though sometimes it gets too overwhelming, and then she likes to just sit at home with a cup of tea.

Do they make friends easily? How long before they consider them a friend?

They make friends pretty easily, but it might take a little while before you're a 'verified' friend, just to make sure she isn't in for a nasty surprise later on.

How do they handle a fight with a friend?

Like any other person. On the outside, the handle it perfectly, and are mostly composed and level headed. On the inside, though, they are often deeply hurt and you do not get away without a substancial apolegy.

Animals

How do they feel about animals? friends, helpers, tools/rescources, equal companions, annoyances, or enemies?

They love animals, and see them as family members or children.

Do they have a favourite animal?

Horses and cows

Do they have any pets? Have they had pets?

Their wife has three dogs: A black hounddog named Bonaparte, a brown and white border collie/sheep dog mix named Keira, and a choclate coloured American Water Spaniel named Espresso. Their son has a cat named Claude and she has a horse, a cow and an Oxen. The horse is a Gray American Quarter Horse called Old Paint Jr., the cow is called Blue Moon and the Oxen is named Sweet Pea. She has officially owned 8 diffrent horses before Old Paint Jr., having gotten their first one at age four.

Are they good with animals?

They are great with animals in general, but they're better at large animals like horses because they've been around them the longest, having aquiered their first horse at age four.

Food/Diet

What kinds of food do they enjoy?

They can eat more or less anything, but has preference for Mexican cuisine.

What kinds of foods do they not enjoy?

They don't like Asian food (Thai, chinese, Indian, Vitnamese etc)

Do they eat a little, a lot, inbetween? If a little, Do they only eat a little due to being poor, or is there another reason?

She is a person who enjoys food a lot, and like to eat, but tend to limit herself due to insecurities about her weight. At the same time eating too little or inconsistently risks aggravating her gastro-intestinal problems and therefor she and her wife have worked up strategies to keep her eating properly with food consistently. Mostly she ends up eating small portions but many times a day to ease her own guilt yet still get the needed nutrients.

 Do they have any food allergies, or restrictions such as vegetarian/vegan/pescetarian/etc? If the latter, is it a personal belief, a cultural belief, a religious belief, due to allergies, or something else?

They eat a mostly vegetarian diet but does on occasion ingest meat. A vegetarian diet is better for the sake of her health issues - her doctor has ordered her to preferably avoid heavy food whenever possible, recommending a lighter vegetarian diet, and therefor she has eaten more and more vegetarian over the years, as well as that it better alines with her and her wife's intense love of animals and animal activism.

Do they view food as just sustenance or as a pleasure? Or balance it out?

Pleasure, when they get a chance to cook for their family - which they love - and eat a good home cooked meal with people they love. Just feeding themselves, its sustanance, as they will be very restrictive in what they eat and how much due to being uncomfortable with her weight and apperance. Dieting is unlikely to do much to help her, but she feel better that way

If given a big plate of food, do they eat their fav food first or last?

They eat their fav food first

If given a big plate of food, do they eat it all at once, or save some for later?

If in a comfortable, safe situation they eat it all. If uncomfortable they will probably leave some of it.

How do they feel on sweets?

They like sweets. They have a good sweet tooth.

How do they feel on sour foods?

They're not too fond of sour food, but they can eat it.

How do they feel on spicy foods?

They love spicy foods

How do they feel on bland/basic foods?

They don't like it, but they force themselved to eat it.

Are they good at cooking/baking, or do they instead just buy premade meals? Do they cook basic storebought foods or do they make food from scratch?

She do basically all the cooking in her household and she make it from scratch. She doesn't know how to do it any other way, really, all these half-fabricate short cuts just confuse her because she doesn't know how to apply them to her recipies. In her family growing up, her grandmother did all cooking, and she considered it offensive to offer anyone half-fabricats.

Social/political beliefs

What are their views on social groups? Are they open minded or close minded? Are they progressive, or do they dislike if their society changes?

They're open minded and proggressive. As a Mexican-American Lesbian and at one point single mother, there is a lot they wish to get better in their countries and they view it in a posetive light when it does.

What is the government like in their setting? Do they like the way it is set up, or not? Do they like their current leader, or not?

They are not a fan of the current American president, which is where she is from. Nowadays she and her wife live in London, having moved there about fifteen years ago after she was offered a job there. She chose to take the job and move because they didn't like how the political climate was evolving and did not feel as safe as they used to in the town where they lived.

Fashion

What kinds of clothes do they like?

When they were younger they had a very half-dressed hippie kind of style. They liked shirts and cut off jeanse and t-shirts and skimpy dresses.

Nowadays, They go for comfortable but good looking. They have a lot of jeanse and a lot of soft pants and shirts and tunics.

They own a number of pantssuits for work purpous, if they need to meet with a publisher or similar.

What kinds of things will they include in every outfit?

They don't have something for every outfit, really, but they will probably have some kind of jewelry. Turqoise stones have a lot meaning to her amd she has a smaller jewelry collection with turqoises.

What kinds of clothes do they dislike? What kinds of things would they refuse to wear?

They don't wear dresses much anymore, though they liked them when they were younger. They don't really like pantsuits because they tend to be made out of harsh fabrics and they're not very soft of flexible, but they wear them when they have to.

Any accessories they always wear, like a bracelet, hair tie, ring, locket, etc? Does it have any significance?

Naturally they always wear their wedding ring. They have a silver braclet with turqouises that their wife gave them and they cherish it a lot, often wearing it to more upscale events. They also have a matching ring, but they do not wear it as often because it's larger and clunky and they don't think it suit them as much anymore.

What is their relationship with clothing? Do they wear what’s comfortable, what they aesthetically like, what is easy to work in/what fits their profession?

They like to wear what's comfortable, mostly. Usually it's casual but not sloppy. They do adapt their apparal a lot after the weather and occasion, though.

Do they view clothes as just fabric to cover their body, or do they consider it an important/integral part of their identity?

It depends on what item of clothing you're looking at. She has a few pieces of clothing that are traditional Mexican clothes, and those are very important to her and a part of her identity. The rest is mostly just a neccesary part of being a living human being.

Do they prefer to have less or more skin exposed in their outfits? Do they wear as little as possible, or maybe do they use clothes to hide something about themselves?

Growing up in a warm climate but with cold nights, they usually dressed rather skimpy and then had a quilt or jacket to add on top. However, as they have become older and gained weight, they started wearing more clothes - both because it is expected and because they feel uncomfortable about their apperance and wish to hide it with their clothes.

Do they live somewhere with the same temperature/weather all year, or does the climate change? do they change their clothes by the changing seasons, or do they stick to their “brand” no matter what?

They lived for the longest time where it was mostly the same all year round, and being a poor single mum/living in a low-income household for quite some time they stuck to the same worn-out closet. Even when they got a better economy and a more stable situation, they were fine sticking to one wardrobe.

Now that they live in England they have a more interchangable wardrobe and they tend to try and adapt to the weather and season. Still, their style is mostly the same, just addapted to the circumstance.

Disabilities

Do they have any physical disorders/ailments/etc?

They have IBS and a bit of a funky back from falling off a horse once too often. The back doesn't bother them too much but is there.

Do they have any mental disorders/ailments/etc?

Not that they are aware of, though they do suffer from anxiety

Is their disability something formally diagnosed or understood in their setting, or is it something not well known or understood in their universe?

It is recognized that it exist, but most people don't have much understanding for how problematic IBS is and how much it affect her.

Does their culture offer accomodations, treatments, and services for their type of disability, does their culture just ignore or not recognize it, or does their culture view it negatively?

It is modern day characters so it is as it is in today's society.

Hobbies and talents

Do they have any hobbies or recreational interests?

They like reading and writing and cooking and riding. Caring for their horse is something they like spending time on. They do sing, and can play the violin and guitarr, but it's more an occasional occupation.

Do they practice them a little at a time/during whatever free time, or are their hobbies more time consuming and take up a good deal of their day/week/etc?

Most of their intrests are just whenever they have time/feel like it, though since they cook for their family on the daily it has sort of become a part of her daily routine to practice that particular hobby. Reading books is a part of their work description, too, so it has come that way too.

Is their hobby to destress, to bring fulfillment, to build up a skill, or another reason? Why do they do their hobby?

It's both for skill, and just to have fun and destress. Most of it comes from their childhood - she had to mind herself a lot when she was little, finding things to do when her parents worked and her , and otherwise her hobbies were introduced to her by her relatives.

What made them pick up/do this hobby? Is their hobby something done in their alone time, or something done in a group setting/with friends?

The animals and reading are solo activities. Cooking can be both, and music is something she only does with other people

What kinds of talents do they have? What are they good at? Is it something more well regarded like singing, dancing, painting, etc.. or something more obscure like quickly organizing things alphabetically, remembering what kind of flowers their friend likes, or another skill that isnt as widely seen as a typical “talent/skill”?

They're a mean horserider, ad cook, which are well-regarded skills. They're also a good book editor which is rather well regarded in its field and she bring in quite some money with her work.

is there any type of hobby they detest and would never partake in?

Sports

Is there a hobby they wish they could try? Is there a skill they wish they had?

They wish they were better at building things and at painting and drawing, all of which their wife is rather good at.

Are their hobbies or skills more practical and useful in a job or career, more suited for social life/aspects, more creative and for fun, or do they serve a different kind of purpose in their life?

Most of their skills are things that are either beneficial to just them or to her partner and three children.

Religion and spirituality

Are they religious?

Yes

Are they a part of a group or place which practices their faith in an organized manner, or do they practice it on their own/by themself?

They keeep themselves in touch with the community at their church and does participate in activities and happenings every so often. They also try to go to church about once a month.

Are they spiritual?

Yes

Are they part of a group or place which practices this in an organized manner, or do they practice it on their own/by themself?

They practice it mostly on their own

Do they consider religion and spirituality to go hand in hand, or are separate things in their life? Do they do one without the other?

They do both, but consider them two things that coexist rather than exist as one.

What parts of their beliefs do they enjoy the most, what speaks to them the most?

They enjoy the company. To not feel alone and feel that there is a community to support one and a place where you can always turn for comfort and advice come what may

What is the core reason they are a part of that faith?

It's a tradition for them. Their parents and grandparents were religious, and they were rasied as a part of the faith. Its an ingrained part of their person shaped during their childhood.

Is there any part of their faith they don’t like? Be it the faith itself, or the people within?

They do not like the fact that there is a tendency for homophobia and racism among catholics, especially when they lived in the south of the USA

financial status/job

What financial class do they belong to?

A normal middle class family, though they used to be pretty poor. They grew up in an extremely hardworking but therefor also well-off family.

Are they a ruler/royalty, nobility, upper class, middle class, lower class, or poor as can be?

Middle class

Were they born in to this class, or came in to it later on?

They were born into a rather well-off family, but one where every penny earned was slaved for.

What is their job, if they have one?

They're a book editor

How do they earn their money, or at least things like food and other necessities?

They and their wife work. Their wife also recives royalties for certain things - including some music and album covers designed by her.

Do they enjoy their work, do they only work for the money, or do they detest their job?

They think their job is rather fun, and they don't mind doing it. That said, they'd easily not have a job at all if it was an option.

Is work something enjoyable or is it stressful?

It's enjoyable

Is this their dream job, or is there something they’d like to be doing more?

It's not their dreamjob, but they don't really have a dream job and would much rather be a stay at home mum/partner if they could - though it's not financially viable.

Phobias

Do they have any phobias or fears? Anything that scares them beyond belief or something that they reguarly avoid out of fear?

They have a fear of flying, and they avoid it as much as humanly possible due to the fear. Unfortunatly, living in England and having friends and family in America, they have to fly more than they'd like.

They also have a mild fear of some reptiles/animals/insects which stems from her childhood, when she was often told not to approach/run away from certain animals if she saw them, as they were not uncommon out in the dessert but could be bery much dangerous to young children.

When confronted with their fear, how do they handle it?

Their fear of flying is usually handled by way of having their wife or any of their children with them, not hvaibg a window/seat by emergency exits, and by bringing medecation which she has been provided by a Doctor and can use if neccesary.

The animal fear is often controlled by sternly reminding herself that the actually dangerous breeds of these albums are very much rare where she now lives, and by not coming close to the nimals that trigger the fear unless neccesary, and then taking it slow and being very careful about it.

After escaping the situation, how do they recover? How long does it take to do so?

Both fears are of the nature that they let go as soon as she is removed from the triggering situation, so the recovery is more or less immidiate.

Is their fear easily able to be overcome after facing it once or twice, or is it something more chronic and they have the same response no matter how often they experience it? Does their fear come from a frightening life experience, or is it more 'random’ and not 'derived’ from anything?

Both are more or less chronic. Flying is random and animals is just due to her uppbringing.

Fun/misc

When playing truth or dare, which option do they take when asked?

Truth

If hypothetically stranded on an island for a week, what three objects and three people would they take with them?

Their wife, water bottle, lighter

If given 3 wishes, what would they wish for?

They would wish for their mother to not have died when they were young, they would wish they still felt fully safe and comfortable in their home town, for her family to be happier.

What’s their fav music genre?

Traditional Mexican music

What’s their fav tv/book genre?

Fantasy and Romance/RomCom

Do they like board games, or do board games frustrate them?

They like them

Do they sing in the shower? Do they sing when they cook? Do they sing when doing chores? How do they react to having an annoying song stuck in their head for 3 days?

Yes on all 3 but diffrent songs. They usually humm songs a lot when they get stuck in their head.

What’s the quickest way to make them smile/laugh? Quickest way to make them cry/break their heart? Quickest way to get on their nerves/piss them off?

Speak Spanish to them and they will smile. Tell them they're a horrible mum/partner and they will cry. Insult lgbt people, immigrants or single mums and theyll be pissed.

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Fiction Faction (Books that matters to me)

Books, as they say, is the cheapest way to travel in other country and through time. This blog is about my personal views and opinion about the book i've already read and the effect of it on my life. In books I can be what I wanted me to be, I can be a wizard and be a student of Hogwarts, a Count in year 1820's , a CE agent at the Circle, a lawyer, a child from China, or an innocent girl in Maycomb Village. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban A remarkable national bestseller, published in year 1999 by J.K.Rowling. Out of all books that i've already read, this is my favorite. I've already read it 6 times since i bought it last year ( not to mention the other sequel of Harry Potter). The book is about famous Harry Potter is in danger because Sirius Black (who apprently his godfather and the heir of Voldemort) has escaped from the Azkaban. It is not just about war between good or bad wizards, it also tackles a bravery and friendship. It also tackles about his year at hogwarts with mysteriously escapade in the tunnel discovered from the marauder's map which lead to Hogsmeade. In his third year in Hogwarts, he will discover the sinister truth behind the known story and will meet the traitor who is responsible for his parent's demise. What I like about this book is that it also talk about friendship, it teaches us how to value our friend who are always there for us in our trying times. "That suggest that what you fear of most of all is— fear." *SPOILER ALERT* Petter Pettigrew is alive The Circle A award-winning book by Dave Eggers Published in Penguin Books. If I were going to suggest a book to someone, this would the be the book. Most of the people would relate in this novel. It is not about romance or love, it's about our future that can be a fantasy or nightmare at the same time— and I am talking about technology. Mae who is the protagonist, is a Customer Experience (or CE) agent in the Circle which runs all peoples internet activity in one easy, safe and visible place. The Circle was acknowledge as the world's most powerful and influential company. Eventually, all people or organization who opposess to the Circle met their downfall. She began to discover the sinister truth and met the people behind its success. The novel of Eggers made a compelling topic about totalitarianism. Because of Mae's suggestion of having a TruYou account as a way for voting, having an account is mandatory. The Circle is not just a private company, it is beginning to transform into a monopoly and a dictator that has hidden rules for the people to obey or must be followed. Even though that the company offers efficient services, yet it monetize and devouring the power of the government who owes people trust on the company. "This is what you're pushing. Same thing. Endless empty calories, but the digital-social equivalent. And you calibrate it so it's equally addictive." *SPOILER ALERT* Ty is also Kalden Chinese Cinderella the true story of an unwanted daughter It is an autobiography of Adeline Yen Mah about her unpleasant childhood. It was published in United States by Ember. It is one of the book that I will remember especially if I will raise my own child. After her mother dies after giving birth to her, her family especially her siblings considered her as a bad luck. Her older sister and second brother always hurt her physically and emotionally. The novel is about her painful childhood and how she deal with her family and overcome her challenges and be triumphant over despair. For me, the novel is not just about a girl who yearn love, attention, and understanding for his family, it also serves as a motivational book for youth to focus on study and to educate ourselves in order to overcome injustice etc. It also teaches parent to treat their children fairly. "As she spoke, I thought, Though my parents tell me I'm worthless, I've proved them wrong! Of all the girls in my class, my classmates choose me to be their class president. I must forget about my home. In my other life— my real life— I'm not worthless. They respect me." *SPOILER ALERT* Her play entitled Gone with the Locusts won a first prize in the International Play-writing Competition. The Count of Monte Cristo Alexander Dumas is known in France because of his novels about thrilling adventure and wonderful escapade in Europe. He is known to his remarkable book like The Three Musketeers and The Count of Monte Cristo and he is considered as a prodigies of French Literature of nineteenth-century. Edmond Dantes, a humble first mate of the ship Pharaon, honorable son, a loyal lover had been subjected as a Bonapartist by his enemies (Danglar and Fernand) and a person who took advantage on the situation in order to achieve his ambitious dream (Villefort). He was sentenced as Bonapartist and jailed for life time in Chateu d'If. Unfortunately for Dantes, the Chateu d'If is no ordinary jail, it is a castle in an isolated island and guarded by many guards. But in a strange circumstances, Dantes who was being jailed for many years, miraculously escaped for which is almost impossible. The story goes as he take vengeance to those people who are responsible for his lost and wasted years being imprisoned and rewarding those people who are try to help him in his trying times. What I like about this novel is that he does not give up in his life and he continue to believe in God (even though at first he blaspheme Him). But even though that he called himself as Providence, I don't agree about the whole idea of vengeance in the novel, perhaps let God to do the rest for those people who have commited sins against us. "As for myself, I can tell you one thing: the more one sees others die, the easier it becomes to face death oneself. Thus, in my opinion, death perhaps an ordeal, but it is not an expiation." *SPOILER ALERT* Madame Villefort is the one who is responsible for the mysterious deaths in the family. The Da Vinci Code Dan Brown is known to his novel about historiographical metafiction. He will publish another book this upcoming October. But back to the Da Vinci Code, it is a #1 Worldwide Bestseller and it sold more than 40 million copies. And some of it's parts are supported with remarkable facts (thougn it is still work of fiction). A renowed curator Jacques Sauniere died in Grand Gallery. But before he exhale his last breath he place his body in a strange position. Police primary suspect was Robert Langdon, a professor, writer, and also a speaker who specialized in symbology. The story goes as they run from police and an avid supporter of Opus Dei. The intriguing part of the novel is— who is the man behind all the murders that is related to the death of Jacques Saunier? The novel was very thrilling and mind-blowing at the same time. But what makes me to love more the book is that it also tackles the imporatance of women of the society. Every man came from woman, the whole process of being pregnant and giving birth is a sacred duty of woman that man can't do alone. It also tackles about diffrent types of religion and beliefs that had existed and explains alot of symbolism. "Faith— acceptance of which we imagine to be true, that which we cannot prove" *SPOILER ALERT* Leigh Teabing A.K.A the Teacher To kill a mockingbird Published in year 1960, Harper Lee makes her debut as a writer. She is known in this novel because it tackles racial discrimination that is present in her time and with a touch of innocency. Her novel is a winner of the Pulitzer Award and considered as a master piece in American Literature. Jean Louise "Scout" Finch, a young and innocent protagonist who have a father, brother and maid in their household. His father is a no ordinary lawyer, her father protects a native black american and fights for his (Tom Robinson) rights because he was accused of sexual harassment. The story goes as they fight for the rights for Tom and to the whole community of the black american and discovering the identity of the mysterious Boo Radley. This novel teaches us not to be blinded by our prejudice and to treat people equally no matter what race, religion, skin complexion, country, belief they belong. As they say, don't judge the book by it's cover, we should know the person base on their inside rather than the outside. Scout story tell her life in a perspective of her childhood where she can't yet understand the happenings around her. "Democracy: equal opportunities for all, special priveleges for none." *SPOILER ALERT* They lose the case and Tom Robinson died.