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hichi842 · 4 years

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Requested by: @fakeanimefanntnt

Pairing: Midoriya x reader

Warnings⚠️: None

Word Count: 3149

S/o That Comes From a Quirkless Country

You stepped off the plane in Masutafu, Japan. A beautiful town known for the famous UA High School.

You looked around the airport, nothing seemed really out of the ordinary from what you were you used to.

No one seemed to being breathing fire or levatating in mid air, even the people looked exactly like they did back home.

“Well I guess they still do have laws restricting their quirks, huh?” You muttered to yourself. You continued to walk towards the exit of the airport.

You were pretty tense, looking at all the people around you knowing that almost every single one of them possessed some kind of supernatural power and could use it in a moments time.

You had only heard of quirks in passing. When you were young, you almost didn’t believe they were real.

Though as you grew up, it started to be discussed more and more in your life.

About how 80% of people had these abilities and how you were completely shut out from them all.

You see, the island you grew up on was one made of people who did not want to explore the extraordinary, who didn’t want to explore the world of quirks.

They all had different reasons for coming to the island. For some, quirks were against their religion, some just didn’t like the idea of quirks, others were born quirkless and came for escape from the constant torment that people would give them.

As for you, well you didn’t really have a choice to be there. You were born under parents who didn’t except what they called ‘freaks of nature’. They hated the idea of a quirkfull society and so they lived among people who felt the same as them.

Although, you didn’t have a quirk yourself, you were definitely interested in them. You just didn’t know whether you liked the idea of quirks or not.

It wasn’t that they were bad, but they could definitely be used for not so good things and if you went into a society where you were completely defenseless from those sort of things, you could loose your life within a second.

Nonetheless, you still wanted to see them, they just fascinated you from the first time you heard of them.

So you took the steps to be able to foreign exchange in a town known for strong quirks. It wasn’t much, but at least you could finally see what all the fuss was about.

Your parents were not happy with this, but you convinced them after years of begging and so now here you were, walking to the house you would be staying for the next few years.

As you walked down the street, occasionally looking down at your phone for directions, you noticed all the different buildings and places as well as the people you passed by.

Once again, you were met with nothing but what seemed normal.

‘For a place filled with super powers, you’d think there would be something a little more interesting.’ You sighed to yourself, continuing on your journey to your place.

Though after about a half hour of walking, you sorta ran into a slight inconvenience.

“Where the hell am I?”

Yup, you were completely lost. You looked at your surroundings to of course see unfamiliar buildings.

“Damn it, what purpose does a map app have if it only makes you confused!” You said under your breath as you started fidgeting with you screen, adjusting the map of your current area to see where you were.

“U-um... excuse me ma’am, do you need some help?” A stranger asked, standing in front of you.

“Ah! Yes, actually!” You looked up at the person to see a young man about your age.

He had green hair that was black at the roots, his eyes the same shade as his hair, and he’s had freckles which complimented his round shaped face.

His outfit was pretty plain. A white t-shirt that had the words ALL M on them. You guessed that was a reference to what you knew as the top hero in this place called All Might. He was also wearing cargo shorts, a pair of red shoes, and a yellow school bag strapped to his shoulders.

He was kinda... pretty... in a way. Though, you weren’t going to admit that to yourself.

“Uh...” you hesitated, realizing that you were staring at him. “I-I’m kinda new here and I’m just looking for my new place, but I got loss.” You chuckled at your own stupidity.

He told you it’s totally fine and that it could get a bit confusing navigating before asking you for the address.

You were a bit skeptical giving a random dude on the street your address, but you didn’t get a bad feeling from him and he overall seemed like a kind person, so you decided that it would be better to trust him then try to find the place yourself.

You gave him the address and he smiled. “I recognize that street name. It’s a about a twenty minute walk that way.” He pointed to your left. “Do you want me to walk you there or do you just want to go by yourself, I could give you more specific instructions?” He asked.

You considered the options. “Well if it’s not an issue, do you mind walking me their, I’m not very good with directions.” You smiled awkwardly.

He nodded his head enthusiastically and started walking while motioning you to come with him.

You immediately started to trail him, an awkward silence following you guys.

“So... what’s your name?” You attempted to start a conversation.

“Izuku Midoriya, how about you?”

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n), nice to meet you Midoriya.” You smiled at him.

“Same here.” He replied. “So where are from? You said you were new here right?”

You considered whether you should tell him or not, you had done quite a bit of research on the outside of your island and so you knew a lot about people from these countries, but you weren’t sure how they felt about the people where you are from. For all you knww they could hate you.

“Um... well.” You hesitated. “Do you know about those countries where people live without quirks and such...?” You asked, hopefully seeing how he would react.

He looked at you with shocked eyes. “Wait are you from one of them?!” He shouted.

“Well... yeah, I am. Specifically Hakosaka Island.” You looked away from him in fear of his response.

“Seriously!!! That’s so cool!” You turned to him with a shocked expression, a blush coated your cheeks.

Though to your surprise, he started rummaging through his bag and brought out a notebook and pen.

“Do you have a quirk yourself? Is the technology different there? Why did you decide to live there? Have you ever seen someone use a quirk? Why did you leave? Do you have certain rules of leaving the island? Do you get to see quirks on tv or in books? What are the people like there?”

One after another, questions started leaving the boys mouth and despite you not saying a word, he had already started writing something down in his notebook.

Although it was a bit sudden and overwhelming, it wasn’t bad by any means. You were just glad he didn’t hate you or anything.

You giggled a bit. “Uh... how about we stop by my place so I could drop off my stuff. Then we could maybe go to a teashop or something and I could answer your questions.”

He noticed what he started doing and immediately blushed. “Oh my- I’m so sorry, I have a habit of doing this.” He fiddled with his pen. “Though, if you don’t mind, could we please do that. I’ve never met someone from a quirkless society.” He smiled at you.

You nodded to him as you guys continued walking while making other small talk.

Once you had gotten to your place, you insisted on Midoriya coming in, but he refused and said that he’ll just wait for you outside.

So you made your way into the house, it was your first time there and the place was pretty nice from what you can see, but you made sure not to check it out just yet since you didn’t want to keep the boy waiting.

So you sat down all the bags that you were carrying and made your way back outside.

“You ready?” You asked him as you approached him. He gave a quick ‘yes’ before you guys started to make your way down the sidewalk.

“Do you know any cafes around here?” You asked.

“Sure! There’s one a couple blocks away.” He told you and you gave him an ‘okay’ before walking along side him as he led the way.

You had only met the guy about thirty minutes ago, but for some reason you felt oddly comfortable around him, like he was an old friend

He just seemed so caring and kind, like you could easily trust him with your life. It was just a warmth that you have never felt from another person and you could tell he was incredibly special.

You snapped out of your thoughts as the two of you turned a corner that led you to the cafe.

Once you guys got in the cozy looking cafe, you both sat down at an empty table before going to order. You got your favorite drink and Midoriya just got a tea. You guys then went to sit down again.

“Anyway, what did you want to ask me?” You asked and the boy immediately started asking you multiple questions about your island and you yourself, all while simultaneously writing the information down. By the time you guys were done, it had already been an hour and a half.

“I think that’s all I have. Thank you so much, you really didn’t need to do this for me.” He bowed his head slightly.

“It’s no problem, though do you think I could ask you a few questions as well?”

“Of course.” He replied.

You grinned at the beaming male. “I guess I’ll start with, do you have a quirk?”

He nodded. “Yup! It’s pretty much a super power quirk, I can enhance my puches, kicks, or jumps.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!” You beamed.

He chuckled. “Yeah, I would show you, but I can’t unless there’s an emergency of course.” He told you, you already knew this information, but there was something a bit off with it.

“Wait, what do you mean in an emergency? I thought you can’t use quirk in public at all. I mean, unless you’re a hero.” Maybe you were just over thinking it, but you needed to know this information if you were going to be living here.

Midoriya looked a little shocked about how much you knew on quirks. “Oh! Yeah, you’re right, but I’m actually a hero in training and I have my provisional license, so as long as there is an emergency, I can use my quirk freely in public.” He revealed, rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward manner.

Your jaw dropped for a second. “Hero in training.” Doesn’t that mean that he goes to a hero school. Wait, but if were in Masutafu and he goes to a hero school, does that mean that he’s a student a UA High. Like the greatest hero school of all time.

You shook your head lightly, for all you know he could be going to a different school and just was visiting here.

Even so, it was pretty coincidental that you met a hero in training on your first hour here. What’s the chances of that really?

“W-woah seriously, that’s so cool! What school do you train at?” You asked him.

His face turned red by the pure admiration and curiosity in your voice. “I-I go to UA.” He replied.

“That’s incredible!!! You must be super strong then!” You smiled so wide in an innocent manner.

“Aha, t-thank you.” He was pretty much a tomato at this point with all the praise he was receiving from you.

“It’s pretty cool, though do to recent villain attacks, we actually have to live on campus.” He paused for a second, thinking about something.

“W-which reminds me that it’s almost time for curfew to end. I think I have to go. I-I mean, I still have time to drop you off at your place if you need me to.” He offered.

“Oh okay. If you don’t mind, that would be great!” You smiled.

After that, you both got up and made your way out the cafe and down the street.

You asked Midoriya a couple more questions about his school and such and he answered them happily.

Though, as you guys were approaching you house, disaster struck.

From a store that you guys just walked by, an explosion erupted from the inside. You saw people running from the burning building while screaming in fear.

You on the other hand, just stood there, completely frozen. You didn’t even notice Midoriya running into the store to help evacuate people.

You weren’t sure how to react to this, you weren’t even sure what was happening. All you could do was stare.

After a few moments, someone walked out of the store, the person was a middle aged man and floating right above his hand was a small ball of flames.

You knew this was a quirk, but actually seeing it with your own eyes was a whole other expirence and not a good one to say the least.

It was terrifying, thinking that a quirk can cause so much distruction and bring the fear out in so many people.

You noticed just how defenseless you were against these powers, how you could loose your life so easily in this world.

What were you doing here? You didn’t belong here.

The man turned to you and started making his way to where you were, a sinister grin on his face as his palm ignighted even more aggressive flames.

He started taunting you in some sort of way, but you couldn’t hear the taunts, all you could hear was your pounding heart beat and some sort of ringing in your ears.

Everything went so slow. You breaths were ragged and sweat formed on your face. You couldn’t move or say anything.

You were beyond horrorfied and as the man approached you step by step.

All you could think was how you wished you stayed home. How you wished that you never went out of your safe and secure island. How could people live like this?

“(L/n)!!!” You heard a shout from your side before seeing green sparks all around you as everything else blurred

In a seconds notice you were in Midoriya’s arms out of the villain’s sight.

“Are you okay? The Pros will be here soon so let’s get you out of here.” You heard the boy speak down at you, but you couldn’t process a words he was saying.

You just stared at him with wide eyes as a green sparks from earlier shrouded the two of you. Was this his quirk? Was that why you were moving to fast?

So many thoughts circled through your head, it was so overwhelming and you were sure what to do.

What did you get yourself into?

As soon as Midoriya saw the expression on your face, one of total fear and shock, he understood the situation.

This was your first time ever seeing a quirk and it wasn’t very pleasant experience either. No wonder you were horrified.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay (L/n).” He tried to reassure you as he started running with his quirk all the way to your home.

As soon as he made it, he set you down on the front yard of the house. You wobbled and would have fallen if Midoriya didn’t catch you.

“Woah there!” He steadied you and waited until you were in a stable condition.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking into your eyes with concern.

“I-I don’t know.” You confessed.

“Everything’s okay, we’re away from the danger, can I see your keys so I could let you in?” He asked.

It took you a second to register what he said, but as soon as you did, you fumbled in your pocket for your keys. You handed them to him and he led you inside.

As soon as you got in, he sat you down on a unpacked box and went to go a glass of water for you.

You, on the other hand was finally getting out of your momentary shock and as soon Midoriya returned with water, you took it from him and gulped the entire cup down.

“I’m sorry.” You told the boy, ashamed of your actions.

He shook his head while crouching down beside you. “Don’t be, it must have been terrifying to see a quirk for the first time. Especially being used against you” You nodded to his phrase.

“But the Pro Heroes will handle it, he wasn’t a very strong villain anyways.”

“I-I just never thought I would be so weak against them. M-maybe I should go back home. I don’t think I can live here.” You stuttered realize just how scary this world is.

“I understand where you’re coming from. If you want to go back to your island, that’s all up to you and I have no right to say otherwise, but...” he hesitated before grasping your hands and looking into your eyes.

“Quirks are not just used for distruction, their is a whole other beautiful side to quirks and I think you would love it if you just explored it!” He beamed, sqeezing your hands slightly.

“So how about you stick around, you could meet my friends in school, and my teachers. We could go to all the quirk museums together and we could train together to get you stronger. Like I said, if you want to go home you can, but you could also stay here and I’ll make sure to be with you the entire time so you won’t have to worry! What do you say?” Midoriya’s eyes sparkled as he anticipated your reply.

You stared at him, all of a sudden your heart beat increased and you felt a flutter travel through you stomach as you stared into the boy’s emerald like eyes.

What was this feeling?

“I guess it wouldn’t be that bad.” Your words were shaky, but you smiled at him lightly.

He smiled as well and nodded. “Then It’s settled. How about I give you my number and we could hang out on my next off day.” He said letting, go of your hands and getting up from his crouched position.

“Yeah. Sounds like a plan.” You replied.

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nastyburger · 4 years

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What are your thoughts on Cores? Are they all a type of element? (i.e Ice, Fire, Plant, Electric, etc) Could they be based one some kind of temperature slider? What kind of core would the Lunch Lady have? Would she have a simple hot/fire Core? Or would she have a sort of strange “Meat” Core? Idk I’m asking you

i love the concept of cores! i like to think cores are like the ghost’s mind and heart (but rolled into one and put in their chest) with the “mind” half being their obsession and the “heart” half being their element. i like to think theyre all elemental like fire ice and all that! i feel a core merely fuels the ghost, and the element is just a minor detail dictating certain features (do they feel more hot or cold to the touch? is their image slightly more fuzzed out like fire or pulsing with electricity? are they more rigid yet see through like ice? ect. though these traits are hard to see unless your looking really closely or have a good eye like frostbite taking one look at danny and knowing he has an ice core). like its more how the ghost is comprised/holding its ectoplasm together so i dont believe it dictates what their literal powers are.

hmmmmm think about it like atla nations! like sokka is very clearly water tribe with his clothes, culture, weapons, and natural inclination to the cold but that doesnt mean he’s a waterbender. i think about cores like that basically if that makes any sense! a good example of core not equaling power would be ember, she would have a fire core but her powers is clearly based on sound and music despite the aesthetic! which brings us to our next point..........

im very inclined to the idea that obsessions are wrapped up along in the core. its essentially the gas tank to the whole operation. the more a ghost indulges their obsession the more powerful they become and this is where their true power comes from. the actual elemental part is just the outer shell glue holding everything together and only particularly powerful ghosts, ghosts fortunate enough to have their element and obsession align, or ones simply smart enough to figure out how to tap in would learn their element and use it outwardly.

lets use danny as an example of “a powerful ghost using his core”, danny’s power was building so much that he physically felt freezing no what temperature it was or how much he bundled up. even in ghost form he was constantly shivering. danny’s core was literally freezing him from the inside out and needed to release the excess energy, he had no choice but to learn how to do this and just use ice powers. on the other hand though, this means he can use his ice powers far more frequently and exclusively as his main mode of attack if he wanted to. basically ghosts in this category have no choice but to use their elemental core lest they become a ticking time bomb of repression to themselves (i also like to believe tapping into ones core is very difficult to do hence danny needing to be taught instead of like accidentally releasing it or something, many ghosts born with the POTENTIAL to have this really powerful core ability often cease to exist because it destroys themselves from the inside out. thats why theres not many of them). other examples of this category would be frostbite and undergrowth.

contenders for the “fortunate enough to have their element and obsession align” would be technus. electricity is probably the most common type of element for this category in all honesty. technus is obsessed with technology, and while i would say most of his powers are “possessing” technology with his basic package of ghost powers theres no denying the dude definitely has some sparks flying. i feel like if your obsession is already close to your element then its only reasonable you stumble upon a natural way to use it. but heres the key difference between a ghost like technus and a ghost like danny: if technus can use electricity all the time then why bother possessing electronics? simple answer is thats just not sustainable. danny is literally overfilling with energy, he has so much excess its spilling over and will literally kill him if he doesnt blast off a couple of ice beams here and there. technus is pulling energy from his core, its not excess, hes just tapping into this extra reservoir of power, but if he uses it TOO much he will have the exact opposite problem of danny. basically expending too much of your own battery that you die from lack of power. unless you are the first category of ghosts, tapping into your core at all should be used sparingly.

“simply smart enough to figure out how to tap into their core” would be ghosts like ember and skulker. a musician pop star would have nothing to do with fire, likewise a hunter with electricity, but these two are able to minorly use their element abilities. “smart” probably isnt the right word to use here, but more or less for one reason or another, these ghosts figured it out and are now using their cores. thats basically all there is to it. though i will say, having a core strong enough in general to have power to tap into in the first place is another deciding factor for all three of these categories. with that, lets move on to the last set of ghosts.

going aaaaaaaall the way back to your original question of whether or not a ghost like the lunch lady would have a “meat core” or something like that, the final group of ghost are ones that simply dont use their elemental core at all. they instead lean into their obsessions. ghosts in this category can be here for a number of reasons, perhaps the shell of their core is very minor and weak and they cant use that elemental power no matter how hard they try, perhaps theyre so focused on their obsession they may not even need their elemental, perhaps they just simply cant learn how to tap into their core at all because they dont have enough sentience.

i would say the lunch lady and the box ghost are the “too weak to use their elements” ghosts, but that doesnt mean they are powerless! i like to think all ghosts have a “basic package of ghost powers” with levitation/telekinesis being one of them, the only difference among the ghosts is how their obsessions dictate their natural affinity towards certain things. so while the lunch lady doesnt LITERALLY have a meat core, her obsession gives her the natural inclination towards food and meat. she can control these things with the most accuracy and power, it allows her to do things like making the meat suit and whatnot, its just what she’s best at controlling. regardless, these ghosts can never learn how to use their elemental core but thats okay. their obsessions is just a different path to take. speaking of which........

“so focused on their obsession they dont even need their elemental core” is clockwork. hes just so powerful on his own, why would he need to use that? does he even have an elemental core to control? who knows and who cares because the dude can LITERALLY CONTROL TIME. another example would be desiree, maybe even the ghost writer. these guys already gain so much power from their obsession it doesnt matter whether or not they have the ability to use them or not. thats sorta the beauty in this category! because you know who else can fit in here? TUE box ghost. thats right, just because your elemental core is too weak to tap into doesn’t mean youre weak. in the ultimate enemy, the future box ghost is genuinely powerful. his abilities to control boxes extend beyond just levitating and throwing them around, he can make these pink plasma boxes and hes a genuine threat to behold. he leaned into his obsession and it developed enough to this point of power. again, loop this back to the atla comparison i was making earlier, just because someone is a nonbender doesnt make them weak! those nonbenders lean into learning different skill sets until mastery and become very formidable foes. just because youre not born with it doesn’t mean you cant git gud. on the other hand......

the very last kind of ghosts are the “cant learn how to use their core because theyre not sentient/intelligent enough”. these are ghosts like the blob ghosts, ectopusses, maybe even cujo and other animal ghosts if we’re being honest. using your core doesnt come naturally, it needs to be taught and learned, you have to actually train to use it. so in cases like these ghosts, they just dont have the thought process to do this. hell, some of them like the blobbies may not even have fully formed obsessions. their more scribbles, raw ideas, pure emotion giving sentience to ectoplasm. with cujo (assuming he has an elemental shell strong enough), you could argue that you can train him to use his core like its a dog trick, but in all honesty this would be very very difficult to do and whether or not cujo can use it on his own is debatable.

#and thats all my thoughts on cores and how that works!#im so sorry i just brain dumped all my core hc into one ask lmao #im always down to talk about ghost cores lol #seance #Anonymous #ghost core theory

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restingdomface · 4 years

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Since I’m just as obsessed with yarn craft (making it and dyeing it and using it) as I am with fandom, I just feel that y’all should know, in every modern AU I make where Lan Wangji has bunnies, they’re all angora and he raises them for not only being precious, but also he steals their wool. I’m making an AU where it’s a 3zun sorta fic (they all technically live separately with their houses next to each other in a triangle and knocked down their fences so they would have one massive garden) and LWJ was obsessed with bunnies when he was little but Lan Xichen really liked to knit so he was all ‘hey, let’s get angora rabbits’ and now Lan Qiren spins their fiber into yarn and when LWJ is like 9, Wei Wuxian shows up cause the Jiang’s bought the lakehouse across the street from them and so now they show up for holidays and school breaks and LWJ got an instant crush on him and crocheted him a beanie because WWX has never seen snow before (y’all this bitch out here while it’s snowing in shorts and a tee shirt LWJ is afraid he’s gonna DIE) and WWX falls in love instantly and it’s cute. Also WWX is trans. And Meng Yao raises Mo Xuanyu and later on Rusong (not his kid, Qin Su showed up saying she couldn’t handle getting rid of it but she couldn’t keep it either so MY was all ‘okay, I’ll take it’ and that’s that) and later on after WWX gives birth to A-Yuan (yeah I went there, deal with it, it was an accident tho, WWX is told he should get rid of it cause he’s too young for being pregnant but he’s all ‘nope, going through with it, then I’m getting those parts removed’ cause oooof) LXC suddenly gets surprise custody of their little cousin 6month old Lan Jingyi and he’s all ‘Ahh shit’ and so there’s like. So many toddlers running around the garden at all times. Jin Zixuan meets Jiang Yanli when he’s visiting one day and she’s over having tea with LXC while they watch the kids roll around like a bunch of idiots in the garden and it’s cute. They like each other. Jiang Cheng gets sick when he’s around sixteen and ends up getting an organ transplant (or maybe bone marrow? I was looking up transplant stuff but apparently if you get a donated kidney you’re only expected to live another 20 years at most before you need another transplant??? IF you can get another??? And liver would be much more rare I guess for a 16 year old. But if he had some sort of cancer or a disease involving bone marrow transplant as a treatment, it could work) and WWX is the one that gives the transplant. Why??? Because you need some angst in somewhere and tbh I kinda want 16 year olds JC and WWX to spend a while in the lakehouse doing homeschooling (with LWJ because LQR homeschools him cause of his fear of crowds and Jiang Fengmian was all ‘hey, can you just... teach them for a year?? They’re too tired to cause much trouble anyways and they can’t go to school and hanging out with LWJ night cheer them up) and Nie Huaisang takes that as permission to get homeschooled for a year (Nie Mingjue originally refused him because he was a little shit and wouldn’t stop bothering him when he didn’t have people to chat with all day but now he’ll have JC and WWX to chat with) and now LQR is stuck with them all for a year before JC and WWX go back to their hometown school. It’s long enough for LWJ and WWX to start a budding romance and for JC to realize that he thinks relationships are nasty and kissing is gross. Actually, they probably just stay there till they’re all graduated because why the heck not. Yanli is dating JZX and uses that as an excuse to visit him often (well, she’s also spoiling baby bro’s, but if she can get some flirting in while it’s happening, why not) and YZY and JFM tend to travel a lot so they don’t see an issue with them all staying there while they can. It’s been helpful to WWX cause there’s still some issues with bullying back in their hometown (and in a town where not everyone sees him as the ‘weird tomboy girl who thinks she’s a boy’ here, he gets into less fights) and this has been really helpful.

I wanted to make the worlds longest paragraph ever but tumblr said no. So anyways. JC is still in recovery for a while so it’s best at the Lakehouse instead of a city, and he can chill out on the porch in the warmer months and get cozy inside next to the fireplace with a million blankets and hot cocoa when it’s cold out. He’s. So. Cozy. Also JFM got him a service cat because WWX still can’t be near dogs. He wishes his bro could get a dog and feels bad about it, but tbh they keep forgetting that for all JC would like a dog, he’s basically a slut for any cute animal ever. He hangs out in the 3zun garden across the street a lot. NHS has like 15 birds and NMJ has like four cats (who are Not allowed in the atrium lol) and LWJ has all those rabbits and MY has like a million kids and those are basically wild animals so they count. (Seriously tho family members keep dropping kids off with 3zun and not coming back for them but??? It’s okay??? Cause they’re all ‘single’ -not living together- gay men and so none of them can get on an adoption list for shit anyways. Lol so many kiddos running around.) LQR is ready to murder WWX by the time the kiddos all graduate and he’s all ‘oh thank god now I don’t have to see him all the time’ but then WWX shows up at the house one day (him and LWJ have been dating for like a year and a half now) and he’s all ‘hey. I’m. Pregnant.’ And LQR is all ‘...ahhhh shit now I gotta deal with him even more’ and it’s. Amazing.

WWX pretty much moves in with them after that (WWX is all ‘we can get an apartment or something’ and 3zun is all ‘sure, okay’ but then always find a way to distract them cause they’re all ‘yeah, we like our space’ but then they’re all ‘if a single sibling/child of ours moves out we’ll get instant empty-nest syndrome and die’ and so they’re like. Really possessive over their kiddos. LQR is mostly there cause he’s the only adult that bothered to stay in LXC and LWJ’s lives when they were growing up and he’s great.

A year after A-Yuan is born, they get Lan Jingyi (he gets dropped off with LXC and just never picked up again wild) and then Jin Ling is born (and he gets dropped on Meng Yao a lot cause JZX has watched him with kids before and knows his brother genuinely loves babies) and then Qin Su (their half sibling) shows up one day all ‘hey, so, I’m pregnant and I’m not keeping it but it’s too late to get rid of, you like kids, you want one?’ And MY is all ‘...yes...’ and she stays with them till little Rusong is born and then heads off to live her life and MY gets the joy of taking care of an infant that he hasn’t gotten to experience since MXY was little which was like 13 years ago. Lol MXY isn’t all that enthused with his new baby bro but Baba says he’ll get less ugly when he’s older and stops looking like a potato. MXY does NOT agree that he once looked like a potato himself, how dare you, Baba!

They have a greenhouse and LXC is definitely growing pot in it.

#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #wangxian #lan xichen #meng yao #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #3zun #wn and wq work in the hospital where the transplant happened

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mamabearcat · 5 years

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Into the Woods - Part 4

Are you ready? Tagging my two main cheerleaders for this @clearwillow and @keichanz and also @redflamesofpassion @xxracheyxx @mcornilliac @inuyashasnook @cstorm86 @xfangheartx @wenchster

And thank you so very much for all the lovely feedback I’ve been getting for this story, and for the kofi support. It means a lot - I read every keysmash and comment, and if I’m feeling low on inspiration, I go back and read them again. They really keep me going!

Part One Part Two Part Three

Today’s installment inspired by Imagine Dragons, Whatever it Takes

Falling too fast to prepare for this Tripping in the world could be dangerous Everybody circling, it's vulturous Negative, nepotist

Everybody waiting for the fall of man Everybody praying for the end of times Everybody hoping they could be the one I was born to run, I was born for this

Whip, whip Run me like a racehorse Pull me like a ripcord Break me down and build me up I wanna be the slip, slip Word upon your lip, lip Letter that you rip, rip Break me down and build me up

Whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do whatever it takes 'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains Whatever it takes You take me to the top I'm ready for Whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes

Inuyasha watched Kagome shuffle back to kneel on her cushion, her fists clenching tightly in her lap. His own heart was still beating rather fast, and he tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths. He had felt it, the moment that she had accepted his protection, accepted him. They had clicked, like two pieces of puzzle accidentally left in separate boxes, finally reunited to complete a picture. For the first time in forever he felt like it hadn’t been a mistake that he had been chosen.

He knew they didn’t have too much time up their sleeve - they needed to get Naraku’s nebulous form out of Kagome’s grandfather and safely back behind the barrier. But they couldn’t just go up there without working out some sort of plan first, despite the danger increasing the longer Naraku was left to his own devices. He didn’t even know if Kagome understood anything about the power she possessed. And for her to have any hope of coaxing out that power and using it, he needed to calm her down first.

“Would ya like some tea?” he blurted, kicking himself mentally when she startled a little at his abrupt tone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a guest here at the house; he’d been alone here for so long, he’d forgotten any manners drilled into him by his mother. “Uh, sorry, I don’t get many visitors; guess I’m not bein’ a very good host.”

A small smile ticked up at the corner of Kagome’s mouth. “I didn’t imagine you would be.” When he chuckled at her response, her eyes widened in dismay, and she waved her hands in front of her in consternation. “No sorry, that came out wrong – I meant with everything that’s happened, I wasn’t thinking about you needing to be polite. I mean, I met you and my expectations…”

“…were low?” he grinned, leaning forward over his crossed legs and rising to his feet in a fluid motion. He walked over to a small wooden cabinet to retrieve a tray holding a teapot, cups and a tea caddy, and sat back down again, obviously amused at Kagome’s embarrassment.

“Yes. I mean, no! Will you stop twisting my words!” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry about it woman, I knew what ya meant. Although”, he grinned as he spooned tea leaves into the pale green tea pot and added hot water from the kettle,” I am a hanyou bastard with no manners, so you would a been right either way.”

“You’re a half-youkai?” asked Kagome interestedly.

“Yeah”, replied slowly, turning the teapot to swish the tea leaves. “Got a problem with that?” The cheerful grin dropped from his face, replaced with a carefully blank expression.

Kagome shook her head, frowning. “No. Why should I? I mean, I’ve only met one half-youkai before, my friend Jinenji, but what does you being a hanyou have to do with anything?”

“It matters to some people”, replied Inuyasha shortly. He poured the tea into two matching teacups decorated with delicately painted plum blossoms, and passed one to Kagome. “Careful, it’s hot.” Her pale slim fingers brushed gently across his much larger ones, squeezing as they held the teacup together.

“Well, I’m not one of those people, okay?” said Kagome softly, looking directly into his eyes.

He examined her carefully. There was no lie in her eyes or her scent; she truly believed her statement. He nodded at her, releasing the cup into her hand to pick up his own, and felt a sense of relief spread through his chest, a warm balm soothing over previous hurts. Ichiro had often complained that he had been ‘saddled’ with a half demon and even though he’d learned to tune out the almost constant digs and insults, they had always rankled.

Inuyasha watched as Kagome carefully sipped the hot green tea, her grey eyes still wide, flicking around the dark corners of the room uneasily. Her fingers were wrapped around the pale green porcelain so tightly he wouldn’t be surprised if the cup shattered in her hand. He took another sip of hot tea, stalling as he gathered his scattered thoughts. He was the one that had more knowledge about what was going on, so he needed to focus. But he was having a tough time of it. How the fuck was he gonna get himself and Kagome ready for a confrontation with Naraku as soon as possible when they had never worked together before, and as far as he knew, she had no idea what her abilities were?

“Alright”, he said carefully, putting down his teacup and trying to ease into a difficult conversation, “what do you know about being a miko?”

“All the superficial stuff, I guess”, replied Kagome hesitantly. “I was really interested in the stories about travelling miko when I was younger.” She shrugged. “I know how to dance the Kagura. And I did kyūdō in high school for sport.”

Inuyasha’s ears perked up. “Really? You can shoot a bow? Were you any good?”

A pink flush heated Kagome’s cheeks, and she looked down at the half empty cup still clenched in her hands. “Maybe. I guess so – I represented the school in a few national tournaments. But that was a few years ago now” she clarified quickly, “I haven’t practised for quite a while.”

Inuyasha breathed out a sigh of relief. The thought of her getting close to Naraku after he’d frightened her so badly was tearing at him, but he hadn’t thought there would be any way around it. But if she could do it from a distance, using an arrow… perhaps they really could do this, and both come out of it relatively unscathed.

“What do you know about your powers? Have you ever used them before, like you did with the frypan?”

Kagome shook her head violently. “I… I don’t know how I did that. I was so frightened; I was just trying to get away.”

“Alright.” Inuyasha rubbed the back of his neck, his thoughts swirling. “Fuck, how am I gonna explain this?” he muttered, looking down at his empty teacup as he thought aloud. “We don’t have time for you to go through all the crap they made me read. And I sorta rushed through all the information to do with your family, cause I had enough trouble getting through my own stuff.” He sighed heavily, putting down his cup and looking back to Kagome. “Lemme try and sum up all the technical stuff fast, so we can get to actually doin’ shit. Is that okay?”

Kagome nodded jerkily.

His eyes narrowed. “Are you okay?”

“Mm hmm”, she said, nodding her head again. But her lips were compressed tightly together, the corners of her mouth turned down, and her fingers were trembling. In fact her whole body was trembling slightly, like a leaf in the breeze, and he could hear her heartbeat escalating, her breaths becoming quicker and shallow.

“No you’re not. C’mere you.”

Inuyasha took the teacup out of her hands and hooked one arm around her waist, dragging her off her cushion and over to sit in the hollow of his crossed legs, ignoring her indignant squawk. He pulled her backwards, so her back was to his chest, and her small hands were resting in each of his much larger ones with her palms down. He plonked his chin on her shoulder, so their cheeks were close together, and rubbed his thumbs in slow circles on the backs of her hands.

“My role is to protect you, even from yourself”, he said gently. “What were you thinkin’ about to work yourself up like that Kagome?” He could feel her panicked heartbeat thudding against him, and his protective instincts kicked in. Not understanding exactly why, he rumbled a subsonic purr through his chest, cocooning her tightly within his strong arms.

“I should have listened”, she said shakily. “Maybe if I’d listened to the voice, I would have been able to save Grandpa. The voice warned me there was danger, but I ignored it.”

“Why did you ignore it Kagome?” he asked softly, his mouth close to the pink shell of her ear.

“Because… because I’ve always been frightened of it”, she whispered. “The first time I heard it, it warned me about my father’s death, just before the police came to tell us he’d been killed in a car crash.” Inuyasha’s rumbling purr increased as he smelt the salt tears forming in Kagome’s eyes. “It warned me when Souta got injured at school.” Her voice cracked, and she drew in a rasping breath. “Every time something bad happened, that voice was there, whispering in my head.”

She swallowed, her shaking fingers clenching tightly around Inuyasha’s much larger hands. “And I began to think, wh-what if it was me? What if it was me causing all these things to happen?” Her voice shook. “I’d always been weird, different. I knew things other people didn’t know, could sense things. And no matter how much I tried to bury it, tried to ignore it, that voice was there.”

Inuyasha’s rumbling purr became an angry growl, and he squeezed her fingers tightly. “Listen to me Kagome. You are not weird. You are extraordinary. Hardly any of the shrine guardians actually hear Midoriko’s voice. You didn’t make anything happen, Midoriko was just tryin’ to warn ya. I’ve read some of the shrine history scrolls, and she’s done that before.”

He tried to keep his voice steady and calm, but internally, Inuyasha was seething. Ichiro had a lot to answer for, sitting up there in the shrine with his holier than thou attitude, brushing aside Inuyasha’s questions about finding the next guardian. He was pretty sure now that Ichiro had just wanted to hang on to his privileged position in the shrine for as long as he could, because the Higurashi family provided everything he needed. Meanwhile Kagome had been suffering, not knowing what was going on, thinking there was something wrong with her.

Kagome hiccupped a shaky laugh. “I don’t feel very extraordinary at the moment.”

“But that’s where you’re very wrong Kagome”, he said, squeezing his strong arms around her, trying to calm her. “If you’d grown up here, and been taught about your family heritage, you would understand how truly amazing you are.”

He could feel her pulse and breathing slowing down – she was responding to his words, his comfort, and an unfamiliar feeling of pride swelled in his chest. He chuckled “I could sense it, ya know, the first time I saw you on the path this afternoon. The pink crackle in your aura. I think your powers were trying to protect you from the miasma on the mountain. Either that, or I pissed ya off so much you were ready to purify me.”

He grinned at her shaky giggle. “And even if you’d listened this afternoon, I don’t think ya would a been able to do much by yourself. I’m pretty sure your Grandpa’s been possessed for a while, judging by the dark haze on the mountain. I’ve been tryin’ to get up there for days, but kept getting pushed back. He’s probably been tryin’ to fight it himself by the sounds of it, but because he doesn’t have much spiritual power of his own, he wasn’t able to.”

Kagome made a small noise of distress at the mention of her Grandpa and he almost whined in response. He could still smell her tears, and his instincts were rushing to the surface, but until they were ready to go after Naraku there was nothing to hit, no-one to punish, and his sense of frustration was building. He needed to move, and just talking wasn’t going to get them anywhere, it was just going to make Kagome more and more nervous about their whole situation.

“Alright, change of plan”, he announced abruptly. “Let’s see how much you remember about shooting a bow.” He grinned at the surprised ‘eep’ Kagome made as he pushed himself to his feet, taking her with him. Grasping her hand, he pulled her over towards the front door to grab his axe, then down to the wooden farmhouse doors at the end of the room, sliding them aside.

Kagome dug her heels in, tugging on his hand. “Wait, wait, wait! I haven’t even got a bow! And it’s dark outside. You might be able to see in the dark, but I can’t!”

“Who said we were goin’ outside?” he grinned, pulling her through the doorway. Inuyasha guided her through a bath house with a washing area and a small hot spring encircled by stones, and off to the right, tugging her down a dark passageway.

“Just how big is this place?” she exclaimed. “Are we under the hill now?”

“Yup. Mostly storage space for family records and provisions, but there’s a small dojo here too, and I’m pretty sure there’s a hankyu bow in there somewhere.” His other arm shot out to steady Kagome as she tripped. “Sorry about the dark. It’s usually only youkai and half-youkai like me that come back here, so we don’t need to light up the hallway.” He shouldered open a doorway and then pulled Kagome inside, letting go of her hand.

The room was completely dark to Kagome; she couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face. “Inuyasha?” she said uncertainly.

“Stay put, I’m gonna turn on the lights. Maybe shut your eyes.”

Kagome eyes shut, squinting in readiness for a sudden burst of electrical light from above. She didn’t expect a faint ‘whuff’ sound and a dull blue glow which seemed to be coming from the walls. She carefully opened one eye.

“Kitsunebi!” she exclaimed in surprise.

The small glowing blue orbs of fox fire floated in a long chain around the perimeter of the dojo, illuminating the thin rectangular room. It was mostly bare, apart from a jumble of different weapons stacked and hanging on the wall near the doorway that they’d just come through. Inuyasha was currently sorting through them.

“Aha, knew we had one!” he said triumphantly, holding a red half size bow, along with a quiver of arrows. He carried them over to her.

Kagome slung the quiver over her shoulder. “What am I meant to be shooting at?” she asked, hefting the bow in her hand experimentally, “you?” she said with a small smile.

“Aw, don’t be like that”, Inuyasha grinned. “At least give me a chance to win you over with my charming personality first.” Digging around in amongst the other weapons, he found a canvas target, and jogged down to the far end of the dojo pinning the target to the wall with a couple of daggers. He jogged back to stand behind Kagome. “All right, show me what ya got.”

Inuyasha watched as Kagome planted her feet wide. Taking a deep breath, she raised the bow and arrow high above her head, gradually drawing back the string. Then she lowered the bow, slowly taking aim, and loosed the arrow, throwing her arm back in a graceful arc. The arrow hit the target with a loud thwack, dead centre. She was poised, beautiful, elegant… and entirely too slow. If she shot like that when they went up against Naraku, she wouldn’t last two minutes. Fuck.

“Uh, that was really good”, he said, rubbing the side of his nose, trying to be diplomatic. The last thing he wanted to do was crush her confidence. “But, do ya think you could maybe, aim a little faster?”

“Faster?” said Kagome with a puzzled expression.

Inuyasha gulped a little. Maybe this wasn’t going to work. “Yeah. Just a bit.”

“Oh, you mean like this?” And she fired another five arrows in quick succession, all close to the centre of the target, the last one knocking the first arrow out of the target, sending it clattering to the floor. Then she turned and winked at him, twirling the bow to her other hand.

“Holy fucking shit balls you’re amazing”, gasped Inuyasha. Her sudden loud peal of laughter had him beaming. “Okay woman, I guess we’ve established that you’re pretty damn good at this. Now you’ve gotta try and load them with your spiritual power.” Kagome’s laughter died away.

“I honestly don’t know how I did that before”, she sighed. “Can you do it?”

“Yeah”, he said, “but I can’t show you properly in here, I’ll bring the place down.”

He flipped his axe around his hand in a figure eight pattern, and it glowed yellow for a brief moment, before transforming into a gigantic battle axe. The axe head was huge, the sharpened blade a semi-circular arc that glinted pale blue in the light of the kitsunebi. It was covered in scrolled carving, with a heart shaped cut out near the handle. A red braided rope hung from the blade, in a loop that wrapped around the long metal handle. The whole thing was almost as tall as Kagome.

“How… how…?” stuttered Kagome.

“It’s a youkai weapon”, explained Inuyasha, spinning the axe hand over hand so it looked like a silver blur with a thin streak of red. “When I pour some of my youki into it, it shows it’s true form.” He tossed it behind his back and up over his shoulder, snatching it out of the air and holding it out in front of him horizontal to the ground. “Besides, it’d look pretty weird if I carried this around with me everywhere.” He squeezed the handle tightly, shrinking the weapon back down to regular axe size, and tucking it into the holster behind his back.

“I guess so”, she said faintly. “What do you mean when you say you pour youki?”

“I dunno, I just do”, he shrugged.

“Not helpful”, sniped Kagome.

“Well, I don’t know”, grunted Inuyasha defensively. “It’s instinctive. There’s like a warm feeling in my gut, and I yank on it, and it’s just there! Besides”, he shrugged, “you don’t have youki, you’d have reiki, and I don’t know if that’s the same.”

“A warm feeling in my gut, huh?” muttered Kagome. Closing her eyes she drew another arrow, trying to sense anything that might be some hidden power. But there was nothing. Grabbing at straws she muttered, “Okay Midoriko, or whatever your name is, it seems I might have misjudged you. A little inspiration might be helpful right now.”

‘Hit the mark’, whispered the small soft voice, and a warm feeling glowed in the region of Kagome’s heart. She flinched, so surprised she nearly dropped the bow. Tightening her grip, she pictured trying to pull on the power with her hands as Inuyasha had described, but it didn’t budge. Okay, so maybe it was different. She imagined the power expanding, pushing forward into her hands. The warm feeling travelled up through her shoulder and into the arm drawing back the bow.

“Hit the mark”, she whispered, and loosed the arrow. Opening her eyes, she watched as a pink tinged arrow sped towards the target, trailing light behind it like the tail of a phoenix. It hit the target with a bright flash of light, and Kagome and Inuyasha were pushed backwards by a silent concussion that obliterated the target and half the wall behind it.

Kagome blinked from her spreadeagled position against the wall near the doorway, about ten feet away from where she’d been a few moments ago. An anxious face with amber eyes and silver hair appeared in front of hers, the mouth moving, but without sound. She blinked again.

“… to me. Are ya hurt? Kagome!”

She shook her head and sat up and Inuyasha pulled her into a tight hug. “You’re okay aren’t ya? You didn’t hurt yourself anywhere?”

“I don’t think so.”

She shrieked as Inuyasha picked her up and whirled her around in a circle, laughing crazily. “Ya did it Kagome! That bastard Ichiro never did anything like that. Look at the wall! Holy fucking shit balls!”

Kagome glanced over his shoulder at the mess of broken stone and rubble, and the dirt still spilling into the gaping hole.

“Inuyasha, I’m so sorry!” she squeaked, ducking her head into his shoulder.

“Don’t apologise woman!” he crowed. “You’re amazing! Kagome, we can win this!” He stopped spinning her and gently put her onto her feet, hands on her shoulders to steady her.

“I did do it, didn’t I?” she whispered, smiling. A sudden realisation brought tears to her eyes. “Inuyasha, I’m meant to be this way.” She giggled a little. “I’ve finally found out why I never fit in, why I’m so weird!”

“Not weird”, he corrected, wiping away a tear that escaped down her cheek. “We discussed this. I think the word you’re looking for is extraordinary. Do ya think you’re ready to go kick some Naraku butt?”

She gave him a shaky grin. “Not really, but let’s do it anyway. Do we have a plan?”

“Sorta. You shoot an arrow to clear away the miasma. I keep him busy with my axe. We push him outta your Grandpa and back behind Midoriko’s barrier and seal it tight.”

“How do we push him out?”

“Eh, that bit’s a bit fuzzy. We’ll have ta wing it”, he shrugged. “But the longer we leave it, the stronger he’ll get.”

Kagome took in a deep breath, and fixed him with a serious gaze. “Do you have any eggs in your fridge?”

Inuyasha cocked an eyebrow at her. “Nope. Don’t even have a fridge.”

“I think I saw eggs in Grandpa’s fridge”, she muttered, then smiled. “I’ve got an addition for your plan. Kick Naraku’s butt, put him behind the barrier, then go to the shrine for breakfast, where I make you pancakes.”

“Will there be bacon?” he asked, beaming at her. “You don’t know what I’m capable of if there’s an offering of bacon on the table.”

She shrugged and smiled. “I’m not sure; you’ll just have to turn up and find out.”

“Butt kicking, then bacon – sounds like the kinda plan I can get behind”, he grinned. He watched Kagome’s smile waver a little. Inuyasha ran his palms down from her shoulders to squeeze her hands in his. “We can do this Kagome. I know we can. And we’ll do everything we can to save your Grandpa. You just gotta trust me. Trust Midoriko. And most importantly, you need to trust yourself.”

Kagome smiled at him shakily, tugging him towards the door and back out into the darkened hallway. “Inuyasha, despite my better judgement, I think you’re doing it you know.”

“Huh?”

“Winning me over with your charming personality.”

“Keh.”

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PART FIVE

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frigidvm · 4 years

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✧･ﾟ( khione + kaylee bryant + cisfemale ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen ( eleanora “ella” duponte ) around ? ( she ) has been in kaos for ( six months ). the ( twenty two year old ) is a/an ( unemployed ) from ( ontario, canada ). people say they can be ( fierce ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be ( cunning ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( the numbness in your fingertips when touching ice, frost patterns along a rose petal, & the warmth of hot chocolate on a winter morning ).

I ALSO MADE A PINTEREST HERE IT ISSSSSS click here

hi usually i have a pretty intro graphic but ya girl is feeling ultra lazy today and photoshop is being a big bitch and so i just ... decided to use a little gif that truly encompasses ella as a person EIRUFLKND

BUT ANYWAYS hey it’s me again, lou, i also play julietta and i am soooo excited to be introducing this baby to you all !! i’m gonna be frank, she’s not the easiest to get along with ?? i kinda based her a little bit off of how khione was in the pjo books but Less Evil and Less Messy if that makes sense ?? she’s just really blunt and kinda sorta rude and very much the queen of RBF. below is a bio i wrote in second person -- it’s pretty long so u dont have to read it if u dont want to i promise it wont hurt my feelings ill be happy to give u a tldr if u want me to.

i hope u enjoy my baby ,, pls dont be afraid to plot with her i promise she may seem like a meanie but she rlly does have the Capability to be nice ,,, she’s just forgotten how ,,

on december 25th, in the year 1997, you made your way into the world in the midst of the coldest night ontario had faced in months. your parents, evelyn and nathaniel duponte, had prayed and prayed for a baby girl for years. years and years and years of trying and trying and trying until eventually, they had given up. and it was only when they’d given up that you came to be.

as a child, you were nothing short of the brightest light in the house. your smile was enough to brighten even the darkest of hearts, your laughter sweeter than even the daintiest christmas bells. you were a dream child – that is, until they stole your light. and how did the do that, you ask ? well, this is truly where our story begins …

no one is entirely sure when the passion blossomed, but some rumor it to have started on your fourth birthday. your mother and father thought that a fun trip to an ice skating rink would make for a good present, and much to their surprise, you were a natural. it was as if you were born specifically for the ice. one step into the rink and off you went, able to hold yourself upright and balanced even at such a young age. a prodigy, they said. absolutely incredible, they praised. you left that evening with a new pair of skates and weekly lessons scheduled into your routine.

after two months of lessons, they went from weekly to three times a week. and then every day. before you really knew what was happening, you were spending every second of your life at the ice rink, honing in your skills. this talent that you possessed was going to get you far in life, your coach had said. what he didn’t seem to realize was the monster that it would awaken within your mother. it was gradual, at first. a slow trickle. one day she was more proud of you than any parent ever could, and then a week later she was subtly criticizing your technique. and then she was restricting you from going out with friends, saying that practice was far more important. and then she was pointing out every single flaw that you had, and harshly at that. pretty soon, the joy in your eyes winked out, the warmth in your chest icing over entirely. if a machine was what she wanted for a daughter, a machine was what she would get.

competitions came and went, gold medals were secured, and you were on a fast track to competing in the olympics. your once bright and bubbly personality had since faded into one of cold and cunning, of ice and harsh. you only ever smiled when you won. your mother was no longer the nurturing woman you remembered. your father allowed her to treat you like her own personal doll. you began to fold within yourself until you were nothing but a frozen front, a heart iced completely with no chance of thaw.

your first olympics were terrifying. but you persevered, and came home with the gold for your division. a landslide win, they’d called it. rookie sensation, they deemed you. the praise went right to your head, and the arrogance bloomed in your chest. you knew just how good you were, and didn’t let anyone tell you differently. four years later, you competed again, and yet another gold. a two time olympic champion, a national ranking – what more could you need ?

and then you saw the zillow ad for a nice house on a small island called kaos. for the first time in forever, something besides ice caught your attention. it was an impulse decision, and a quick move. she waited until both of her parents were out of the house to have all of her things collected, and just like that, she was gone. vanished. no word as to where she was going other than a note that read ‘see you whenever.’ it’s been six months since then, and she has no plans on leaving kaos anytime soon.

iii. details.

she is not very nice ,,,

she also comes from a fuckload of money. very high society.

is a world ranked figure skater

has won two olympic gold medals

her favorite color is champagne ( shes so boujee i hate her )

always has very manicured nails

honestly the best way i can describe her is like

blair waldorf except not whiny ??? very much a “i’m important and idc what you say about it” vibe

definitely lives in designer clothing

used to be very artistic and was actually fantastic at painting and drawing and sculpting but then her mom was like “its a distraction no more for u”

she really …. doesn’t know how to have fun anymore ??

MAAAAAJOR slytherin vibes. like major. very ambitious and cunning and will do anything to get to where she wants to be

like she doesn’t care who she has to go through

and she also doesn’t care who’s feelings she hurts

has a maine coon named fluffernutter ,,, because he is white and brown and reminded her of the sandwich. however she commonly refers to him as fluff and refuses 2 tell anyone his actual name

wears only one piece of jewelry and it is a silver necklace with a locked heart pendant ( this is absolutely symbolism thnx )

does not have a job because she does not need a job

really likes the luxurious lifestyle

definitely owns a rolex

really just … doesn’t care abt anything

someone thaw her out pls & thank u

iii. wanted plots !!! im also super duper open to brainstorming things of our own ! these are just ideas !!!

1. the former best friend - this is someone that she spent a good majority of her time with before her mother limited interactions with people. they did everything together, whether it be watching a movie or trying to see how long they can get away with hiding in a grocery store after they close. it’s been nearly four years since they’ve spoken, and this might be one of the only people to bring a genuine reaction out of her.

2. the almost, the maybe, the “there’s something there” - they met recently. or maybe they met awhile ago. could work either way. this person was almost successful in attempting to worm their way into her heart. almost, however, is the key word in that statement. having gone so long without genuine human interaction outside of her sport, she hadn’t realized just how much she had longed for a friend. and then, she suddenly liked them as more then a friend, and that was when ella cut off everything. she’ll never admit it, but the idea of building a connection with someone terrified her.

3. the rival - oh, these two do not like each other. the why is something that can be discussed, but just know that there was some sort of altercation that led to the level of dislike between the two of them. could it possibly change ?? maybe so. i’d actually like to see how that pans out. however, as of right now, the most they do is snipe at one another mercilessly

#kaos:intro #❝ ☾ chronicles → ella duponte !#❝ ☾ start → ella duponte !#❝ ☾ silhouette → ella duponte !#❝ ☾ you should know my blood runs cold as ice . → ella duponte !#❝ ☾ questionnaire → ella duponte !#❝ ☾ past life → ella duponte !

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shortmania · 5 years

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Thank you for answering my last two asks! I really appreciate how detailed your responses are. You have a real understanding of these characters. I've been wanting to ask you more questions, but you strike me as a very busy person. Another question of mine: Would you say that Olga has strong intuition? I feel like she has more understanding of her life than we realize. I'm actually incredibly interested in Olga, even though a lot of people hate her.

Aw, thank you for understanding! I have been sorta busy, but tbh one of the main reasons it takes me so long to answer questions is because I… really don’t remember what my opinions are sometimes, lmao. I have to routinely rewatch episodes and squint into the nether to formulate responses to these things. I’ve loved HA! for ten years and it’s still my baby, make no mistake, but I don’t think about it a whole lot anymore. So that’s my terrible truth. I’m glad you like what I have to say anyway. I really be trying, lol.

As for Olga, mmm… No, I don’t think she’s especially intuitive, specifically. She may have a functional equivalent that masquerades itself as intuition, but intuition itself is like… animal instinct, pattern recognition, almost mystical-like, an innate muscle that starts out sturdy in those lucky enough to possess it (Arnold, Helga) and grows stronger with practice. I don’t think Olga was born with strong intuition, if she has any, and I also don’t think she’s had much room to develop it (I don’t think she got out much as a kid). But then maybe she’s just too self-absorbed to recognize things, or too idealistic. Maybe if she was a little healthier, psychologically, it’d be revealed she is fairly intuitive, but as it is, I haven’t seen a lot of evidence to support that. Doug was really… something.

That said, I agree! I do think she understands how fucky her life is a bit better than most people want to acknowledge. But you have to be careful with this understanding of her. I’ve seen people watching “Olga Comes Home” and getting very angry, because it does reveal this deeper side to Olga that says things like, “You’re lucky they ignore you” and “I feel like a windup doll,” and if Olga understands what her presence does to Helga – how miserable and lonely she is – why does she continue to act like that? Why doesn’t she try to fix things? And I never know how to respond, because it’s like… they’re her parents, too. Which situation would you rather be in? The one where your parents are nice to you sometimes but mostly neglect you, or the one where your parents bathe you in praise but their affection hinges entirely upon how hard you work getting perfect grades at a prestigious university, winning awards, and doing extra extra credit even though you don’t need it, and even then, with all that, they still ignore you sometimes?

The thing that’s always amazed me about this interaction is that Olga almost seems to envy Helga. Like she’s thought about which scenario is better before, and more than once, she’s decided she’d rather they didn’t know she existed. That’s incredible. She knows Helga resents her, but Helga has a lot of things Olga never had–room to breathe, freedom to choose, friends and hobbies outside of school and state-wide competitions. It’s easy to feel bad for Helga because we’re given her perspective all the time. We only ever get snippets of Olga’s, so it’s a little more difficult to empathize with her, but the pieces are there for those of us who care enough to put them together.

I don’t want to defend Olga too much. My argument has always been that Olga isn’t perfect–she’s human. She’s self-centered and dense and depressed and childish and obnoxiously loving and awful and precious. That’s why I like her so much. There’s something very honest about her, in that she’s so bad at being dishonest. She sees how their parents affect Helga and makes a point of aiming extra attention at her when she comes over. She crouches down to her level and tells her she’s a beautiful young lady and kisses her cheeks. She gives her things to do on holidays so she feels included. She transferred from the illustrious Wellington College in England to Bennington in Vermont to be closer to Helga. She tries to make up for their parents where she can, and she doesn’t try to get their parents to pick up the slack because she doesn’t think their parents paying more attention to Helga would necessarily be a good thing, because look what it’s done to her. It’s a bit narrow of her, all of it, but it is well-meaning.

So I rambled a bit there, but tldr; Olga is a very interesting and intelligent character and eVERYONE SHOULD L O V E HER, but I wouldn’t necessarily call her intuitive. I don’t think she was socialized enough to develop those kinds of instincts. If they exist in any capacity, they’re shriveled up raisins buried deep in her subconscious. You can tell from episodes like “Little Sis” and “Student Teacher,” Olga’s fine when she’s interacting with teachers and kids, but with people outside of those two very specific categories, she’s downright… God, she’s just plain bashful? And it’s so funny? Because Lila’s there like “Oooh, adults are being super nice to me? Of course adults are being super nice to me, adults always are because I’m a cute little girl!” but Olga’s floundering. She’s not used to getting something for nothing and it’s so funny and sad to watch. She just scrunches in on herself and looks so confused and out of sorts. I hate it. I hate everything. End my life.

You might point out that Olga goes to fraternity mixers and dates multiple guys simultaneously, but I think those are things that came waaay later in life, and if “Olga Gets Engaged” is any indication, she doesn’t really have any close friends. Dumbass taste in men, no bridesmaids, gets calls from women with pretentious bitch names like “Price LaBlanc” with messages about how they found her “unforgettable” (interesting word choice). Look, I don’t wanna say Olga’s a loser and an idiot, but… Olga’s a loser and an idiot and I would die for her, goodnight.

Idk if this was helpful at all, I don’t feel like I answered your question very well, but I gave what I had. I hope you got something out of it. Have a good.

#Anonymous #asks #hey arnold #HEY ARNOLD!#olga #jazzing #ldnglgnd hodbgdogb kgfgn lgnldn kdgnl #olga pataki #lawful dumbass #tw cursing #i am....... tired

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birb-fanus-oz · 5 years

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I really like this au, very adorable, but I think I got here a little late so I'm confused. Could you please help me understand the context?

Hi! Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to answer, but I didn’t have a lot of time after work and I wasn’t sure how to explain it very well. Here’s my attempt at a coherent condensed sorta explanation for this AU:

For the extreme shorthand explanation (Please note that everything is still in the concept stage and some stuff will change or require more explanation in the future):

Ozpin was orginally a bird fanus who was possessed by Ozma after the death of his mother who was a friend KoV!Ozma was trying to rescue. Throughout his younger years, Ozpin was an undercover agent who rescued and broke down illegal fanus slavery/trades and met a very young Qrow and they both made a significant impact on each other’s lives. However, he lost one of his wings in a mission and purposely removed his other wing after an incident so no one could use his Fanus background against him in the future.

Timeskip to the future, after Jinn and Oscar running away, Oscar accidentally does a mind dive into his soul/the past and encounters a young teenager fanus who turns out to be a piece of Ozpin’s soul that didn’t pass away. Soul!Ozpin helps guide Oscar to Ozma who’s processing the combined trauma of his past/Ozpin’s memories and processing Ozpin’s death. After learning more about Ozma and what Ozpin and Ozma were trying to do to prevent Salem from destroying humanity, Oscar becomes closer to them and starts learning magic.

After Ozpin comes back and the group cautiously make amends to each other, Ozpin and Qrow have confrontation where they still didn’t have the full conversation they need, but in the end, affirm that they are willing to work things out with each other in this new setting (note to self: this will be the third version of Ozpin, Qrow had interacted with). Ozpin does make sure that Qrow knows he definitely owes Oscar an apology though. The group gets separated (kids to school?) and Oscar stays behind with Ironwood to work on his training to catch up to the others and that’s when he accidentally extracted Ozpin’s soul from Ozma and placed it into BB!Oz who was supposed to be a golem of a sort, but Oscar did not provide any materials except the himself. Qrow (who was doing investigations with Maria, Winter and Ironwood) gets called back to help Oscar.

Now for the extreme long version that’s still incomplete....

Before and the beginning of Ozpin’s Birth:

King of Vale!Ozma was working on trying to fix relations between the kingdoms after the war and worked with Ozpin’s mother (bird fanus;haven’t decided on name but probably is a bird pun) who was one of his undercover agents. However, she got captured and was illegally sold as a slave to a group in Atlas. KoV!Ozma always tried to find her but there were still post!war tensions and the fear of possibly blowing her cover.

Despite her hardships, she managed to befriend a shy mechanical toy maker who helped hacked her collar so she can move about freely and gather information. They hung out with each other enough that eventually, baby Ozpin (not his original name though) was born and a deadline to escape was made promptly. For the beginning of baby Ozpin’s life, he was taken care of by his other parent while birb mom took care of escape precautions. Birb mom’s partner made the original Birdie for baby Ozpin to confuse sensors and for a good cuddle.

However, accidents happened and only Ozpin and his mother ended up being the ones to escape to Mistral Underground where his distraught mother had to teach Baby!Ozpin to never stand out too much since wing-type fanus are rare. She also inadvertently taught him how to hide in public by working as a dancer/singer with many disguises to gather information to try to get KoV!Ozma to come rescue them.

However, around the time KoV!Ozma got her message, they were betrayed and found out by a fellow Fanus who sold them out to to rescue their own family. Ozpin had Birdie taken from him so in order to save him from being branded and secured with a new collar, birb mom made Ozpin wear hers instead while she was forced to get a new one.

After some unknown time, KoV!Ozma finally managed to track them both down and attempt a rescue raid with some trusted friends. However, during the rescue process, Salem’s assassins were also tracking KoV!Ozma and attacked at the same time, resulting in a bloody mess from all sides. Unfortunately, while viciously fighting back to defend her child and KoV!Ozma, she was too weak from the prolonged imprisonment to survive a brutal blow that became fatal on contact. Upon seeing his dead friend and her tramatized child, KoV!Ozma was shocked enough that he too, was killed by one of the assassins who were waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Since Ozpin and KoV!Ozma were both traumatized by Ozpin’s mother’s death, Ozma’s soul ended up in Ozpin and Ozma was forced to take control early on so he could bring Ozpin away from danger by convincing his friends to run away with the young child. After that, Ozma’s soul went into slumber as he used up too much energy too early; plus he has to deal with his previous host’s death and integration with him. Ozpin by himself, with a few occasional voices of reassurance, was passed on and helped by a Ozma’s allies/friends and random strangers (both fanus and not) to safety in Vale.

Once finally there, under the care of trusted friends of his mother (the school staff), he collapsed into a catatonic state for a few months and woke up at the same time as Ozma. Ozpin consented to Ozma taking control for a while and watched as Ozma interacted with his friends and the people in Vale, but never did anything Ozpin that made Ozpin nervous or scared. Eventually, Ozma had a heart-soul talk with Ozpin and shared his painful experiences with Ozpin so he wouldn’t feel alone and that, even Ozma feels scared and afraid like Ozpin.

After finally coming out and being with people who were kind and non-judgmental of him, Ozpin overheard and found out about how illegal fanus slavery was still very much so present and a big problem. Learning that his mother was one of their most accomplished spies and that Ozma was trying to fix this issue for a long time, Ozpin decided that he wanted to move forward by following his parent’s footsteps and help with Ozma’s mission to unite mankind so no one will ever go through what he did. Ozma was very resistant to a child risking his life, especially when one as frail as Ozpin, but he could never deny his hosts’ will and he understood that this was a choice they were willing to dedicate themselves to following. The best he could do was teach Ozpin the most effective way to fight and survive.

His mother’s/Ozma’s friends, taught him her dances and songs as well as proper disguises for his age and figure. And when Ozma was being elusive, they told him about their experiences with Ozma as well. After a few years of experiencing the awkwardness of Ozma and only starting to break out of his insecure personality, he decides that not only is he going to help others like him and Ozma’s mission, but he’s going to protect Ozma as well. At the time, Ozma accepted this with good humor since Ozpin was just learning to be confident and has no idea what this will lead to...

Pre-Team STRQ Time:

After some intense training and having the impatience of a teenager, Ozpin goes on his first mission and messes up due to nerves and lingering PTSD. Ozma was trying to calm him down so he can make escape plans when a very young and injuried Qrow found Ozpin’s cage. BBY!Qrow was more interested and curious about Ozpin instead of being malicious like the other bandits so Ozpin calmed down and they had a nice quiet conversation. They couldn’t see each other that well but Ozpin could smell blood from Qrow’s scratches and bruises so he gave Qrow a quick heal with his magic. Qrow was bewildered and impressed so in order to cover up his skill, Ozpin covered the magic aspect by claiming that he’s training to be a huntsman. Being young enough to accept that explanation, this was the starting point of Qrow’s interest in Hunters before finding out about Maria. In order to repay Ozpin for the heal, Qrow set off some distractions on the day of the big auction and set Ozpin free.

Ozpin repayed Qrow with for this favor in the near future by rescuing him in the forest where Qrow was lost and severely injuried. Previously, Qrow and Raven were supposed to watch an example of how their bandit group operated but the Grimm that were supposed to distract the Hunters were more numerous than expected and spread to the auction on the side. During this time, Ozpin was one of the members who alerted the authorities of the Grimm distractions/auction and helped escort the enslaved Fanus to safety before making his own run in order to protect his undercover status. Then he found Qrow who was separated from his group and disorientated from pretty much everything. When Qrow was finally reunited with Raven/his group, he just thought he made up an imaginary friend based off that bird fanus he rescued b/c no one else saw him when they found Qrow.

A few years later, Ozpin was near fatally injuried in a mission/set up where he lost one of his wings. Qrow was the one who stumbled upon him and helped provide him a safe place to recover without realizing that this fanus was the same fanus from his childhood at first b/c of Ozpin’s disguise. With some subtle hints revealing themselves every now and then, Qrow finally realizes who Ozpin is but at the same time, Ozpin’s pursuers were rumored to be in the area so Qrow rushed to warn him. But he was too late when he only found bloodied feathers and no body. This tramatized him for a while and made him more aggressive until he forced himself to forget the reason why he’s so angry and sad. In the meantime, Ozpin actually escaped against his will because he was in such a bad state that Ozma had to forcefully control him to get to safety since Ozpin couldn’t think straight and associated Qrow with safety. Ozpin could not find Qrow when he searched later on b/c the tribe moved away.

That year and a few before was a bit tension fueled between Ozpin and Ozma b/c Ozpin took on so many undercover missions that left him with many injuries and of the such, but he never let Ozma take control during those times anymore after the first few attempts when Ozma pretended he wasn’t in pain. Guilt and avoidance from both sides prevented them from talking it out until Ozma forced Ozpin to safety after his wing was lost. Feelings were complicated when recovering at a safehouse, Ozpin and Ozma shared fevered nightmares where Ozpin’s recent accident mixed with Ozma’s old memories of being tortured by Salem over the years. When the fever finally broke, Ozma was the one in control and panicked about it for a while b/c Ozpin’s presence was too quiet. When Ozma started fearing Ozpin hated him and tried to apologize, Ozpin just quietly and tiredly reassured him that he wasn’t angry and that over the years, he trusts Ozma’s intentions and his attempts to help humanity were genuine.

Although Ozpin and Ozma’s relationship grew better and became more of a true partnership, Ozpin had to acknowledge the loss of his wing caused not only his health to deteriorate, but he also had to change his fighting style and escape paths. Old comrades in the know started suggesting him to retire b/c he was standing out too much and the attempts on his life were starting to become more focused. He was finally convinced to retire and become a teacher when one of the fanus teenagers he rescued convinced him that he would be a great teacher who treated them all equally. This is when he finally took on the name “Ozpin” and destroyed records of his old name.

While he was a teacher, the teenaged fanus who convinced him, was his first student and they both helped covered for each other’s fanus states. Ozpin’s chronic pains forced him to use his cane quite often while he worked on a spell to reduce them since medicine was that advanced yet, so after his first student graduated, they went undercover as his bodyguard by pretending to be his aide most of the time. However, Ozpin’s other wing was discovered by somebody (probably Merlot) and his student was killed protecting Ozpin. Afterwards, Ozpin had his wing surgically removed (and from the drawing, cut his hair) and used most of his magic to keep his body functional. However, depression took over and Ozma was the one usually in control when Ozpin was too tired. Eventually, he recovered enough to focus on training the students of Beacon the best he can until he became the headmaster of Beacon. Then he met Qrow again.

Oscar with Ozpin and birb!Ozpin

Although Ozpin lost and was dying painfully by being burned alive, he refused to let Ozma take control b/c he knew how afraid Ozma was of fire. Ozma’s desperate attempts to save him resulted in their death and unusual reincarnation in which Ozma and a piece of Ozpin’s soul woke up too early in Oscar. It was too early for Ozma so Ozpin ended up guiding Oscar against the clock b/c of how dangerous everything is after Beacon’s fall and his death and Ozma fell asleep for a while to recover. The reality of his death was pushed to the side as Ozpin tried to adjust to everything and control his boundaries with Oscar. However, after Jinn and Ozma’s traumas influencing him as well his Qrow’s rejection, both Ozpin and Ozma fell into a vortex of depression and self-hate and shut themselves away from Oscar to protect him.

After the Oscar ran away from the group in Argus, he kept desperately trying to contact Ozpin, and accidentally caused a fusion of magic and aura when he dived into his own mind/soul and summoned a guide to help him. That guide turned out to be teenaged!Ozpin when he had both of his wings and was more confident in his skills. Not to mention, he was a bit mischievous as well since he liked using subtle magic tricks to trick Salem and her group in the past. Oscar didn’t realize this was Ozpin at first and until they started going through the memory sequences of Ozpin’s life to reach Ozma who was struggling with his traumas, plus accepting Ozpin’s death/memories.

A/N: Sorry, this is as much as I can keep straight in my head. Some details are still shaky and this is mostly self-indulgent stuff but I think it’s as close to canon as I can keep it considering there’s pretty much almost nothing known about Ozpin himself. There are also details or events missing/not written down b/c the original drawing post would have more but I don’t remember right now.

I hope you and others enjoy this backstory that I’ll try to convey. I didn’t go into Team STQR years, Post Team STQR years or after Vol.6 stuff b/c I’m either still deciding on it or it’ll have spoilers for this AU’s plot. (-∀-`; )

#rwby #ozpin #BB!Oz #Birb Fanus!Ozpin AU

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yaachtynoboat711 · 5 years

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Fonder Ch. 3

A/N: Hopefully, this isn’t as angsty as the previous chapters have been. I have become a monster 😭😭😭. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy. Enjoy the houseclaim link too.

Word Count: 1966

Warning(s): Angst, slow burn

Friday, September 12, 2014, Los Angeles, California, 9:35 a.m., Winston’s Apartment

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Fuck. Already?”, Winston muttered to himself as he slowly twisted his body to shut the alarm off. Nearly three months after his breakup with Yaa and he still wasn’t used to not being greeted with a funny text of some sorts from her. No funny voicemail or meme to start the day off with. Fuck, I miss her.

His phone buzzed; it was from Michelle, his new girlfriend of almost a month and a half. She was sweet and caring, but not Yaa by a long shot. They kinda just met—no bells and whistles. They met at a coffee shop when he was filming for Person of Interest. She was coming to town for a few weeks for an assignment. As a freelance journalist, she didn’t have a choice to pick or choose what assignment to take.

“Hey, you.”, Winston answered.

“How are you, honey?”, she replied.

“Just waking up. Have you boarded yet?”

“They’re about to close the door. Calling you to remind you that my flight gets here at 2:35 and—“

“—and you want me to pick you up? I was actually thinking about letting you hang out at the airport for a few while I got dinner ready.”, he suggested nonchalantly.

“What? Winston,no! Why would you do that? You don’t want me there or something?”, she squeaked.

“Geez, Michelle, r e l a x. I was kidding! Can’t take a joke?”, he answered defensively. Michelle definitely wasn’t Yaa. By now, Yaa would’ve cussed him completely out before adding, “That’s why I’ll get some old dick or my side nigga to come get me, since you playin’ so goddamn muhfuckin’ much.” Yup, Khalida was a Carolina reaper and Michelle was a bell.

“Ok. I’ll call you when I land. Talk you then!” The phone clicked.

“Damn,bye.”, he said as he locked his phone.

After he showered, he walked into kitchen to hear Power 106 playing “Tuesday”. His song at the moment. Bop and bop, he danced without a care in the world. He’d had a productive week after all: he’d just returned from New York for more work, met his audition quote for the month, and folded his clothes the moment they came out of the dryer. He was long overdue for a haircut, but hey, he wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

Since it was Friday, he had laxed schedule: gym, pick Michelle up, date at the house, take her to her hotel, and possibly watch some TV or Netflix.

But, since he had time before going to the gym, he was going out for a run.

4:27 p.m., Vons

Going to the gym before running bus errands was probably the dumbest decision he’d made in a minute. His thighs were still on fire and so were his arms. Dumbass. He sat in Vons’ parking lot for a breather and to Google what wine goes with lemon chicken piccata. Yaa had taught him the basics of wine pairing, but advanced pairings weren’t quite his forte. Sauvignon blanc. Bet.

Winston confidently walked into Vons ready to conquer the wine and spirits aisle. He got a little too overzealous; he went to the wrong aisle. When he finally made it to the right one, he just about had a heart attack. Is that—nah. She wouldn’t be out here. Lemme go over one more aisle and come through the other way to get a better look. He tussled with the idea that she would be in California, but then again, what other copper loc’d, Alabama crimson and houndstooth wearing, thick Black woman would be in Malibu? It is Khalida.

He conjured up the perfect plan: she was glued to her phone (when wasn’t she?), so he would intentionally bump into her cart so she could look up. Here goes nothing.

He got closer to the middle of the aisle, taking his box of cereal out of his hand basket. He bumped into her, causing his cereal to fall from his grip and her her phone.

“Goodness, I am so so sorry. I need to stop driving distrac—”, she finally looked up and her eyes immediately bugged out, dropping the box of cereal. “Winston?! Wh-wh...What are you do-doing out in Malibu?”, she tried searching for words. Winston chuckled deeply.

“It’s nice to see you, too, K.D.”, he said unenthusiastically. “The question is: what are you doing in California?”

The two hugged deeply. Three months apart and the spark was still there. They both took in each other’s scents and finally separated.

One thing he definitely noticed about her was that she was taking of her self. Fresh re-twist and color? Check. Skin cleared up? Most def. Been to the gym? Had she?! She was thicker, yet toned. Her ex-boyfriend had to be responsible. My God from Zion, she still looks like an image of beauty.

“Well, not even a week after we broke up, Kimya and I get a call saying we’d been invited to work out here in L.A. on this secret project. It’s due October 20th and we’re leaving November 1st. How’s LA been treating you?”

“I’ve been back in New York actually filming Person of Interest. I think I recalled you watching it at some point.” Why couldn’t I have just waited?!

“Word? I stopped watching after the first season if we’re keeping it a hunnit. How big of a role are we talking?”, she crossed her arms in anticipation of his answer.

He was ready to brag now. “I can’t say much, but it’s a pivotal role in the season’s progression. I’m playing someone totally opposite of myself.” He was feeling himself; he sported a full grin. “You look good. Working out?” Yes, God, she is. Blessed be.

She noticed him staring at her slightly toned but oh so edible thighs. Her calves were more defined. Thanks to dancing and working out with Matt, she was physically in the best shape of her life.

“I have, actually. Thanks for noticing.” She jokingly struck a pose. “ANYWAYS, I gotta go because I got oxtails braising on the stove and that’s the only thing that should be braising when I get back.” Oxtail?!?! Surely, that’s not just for her. Has to be Matt. Lucky bastard. She picked up the wine she came in for.

“That’s what I came for, too. I have a uh...date tonight and I just googled what to get in the parking lot.” They laughed.

Even though she laughed, he could sense her energy shift.

“A date?! Who’s the lucky winner?”, she asked.

“Her name is Michelle. She’s a freelance writer. You seeing anybody?” He asked with bated breath.

Khalida nodded and covered her mouth as she processed the new information. “A freelance writer? Nice.” Her energy reverted. “And to answer your question, nope. This project gotcha girl swamped. I don’t have time to entertain a relationship.”, she was partially lied. I'm surprised she didn’t pull anyone the week after our relationship. I’m amazed Matt hasn’t scooped her up.

Winston looked down at his watch. “Shit! I gotta go start dinner. Before I go, here’s my new number. It was nice seeing you.” He gave her his new number and they exchanged addresses before they hugged one last time and traveled their separate ways.

Deep down, he wanted to just scoop her up and drown her in kisses, but he still had to go home to Michelle.

“Hey, Wins.”, she called out, walking back towards the end of the aisle. He quickly snapped his head around.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be a stranger.”

He lowered his head and laughed. “I won’t. I promise.”

8:36 p.m., Winston’s apartment

He replayed that in his head over and over again. Why did I just let her go like that? For some reason, he decided to play an Apple Music break-up playlist . Of all the songs that aided him with the agonizing break-up, only one spoke to him: She’s Out of My Life by Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson was Khalida’s all-time favorite artist (second was Beyoncé), so the pain stung a tad more. She kinda hated that song because she wanted to know, in her exact words,“who the fuck would hurt my good dawg Mike the way they did. Punk ass bitch. ” The thought of Khalida cursive a hypothetical person out 35 years after the fact always made him cackle. Even though the song came out in 1979, Michael was speaking to Winston’s exact to situation.

It’s out of my hands

To think for [seven months] she was here

And I took her for granted, I was so cavalier

Now the way that it stands, she’s out of my hands.

So I learned that love's not possession

And I learned that love won’t wait

Now I’ve learned that love needs expression

But I learned too late

Winston stared off into the abyss, deep within his thoughts, and tears staining his face as the song looped for what seemed like an eternity. It was true: he sorta realized that he was being possessive about their love and that love wouldn’t wait. Damn Khalida for being right the whole time. Damn Carrie for throwing that stupid prophecy over their heads and ultimately being right. Damn Michael Jackson for making this song especially for him. But mostly, damn himself for allowing himself for pursuing a woman out of his league like Yaa. She was walking Black Girl Magic and he didn’t deserve to be in the same room as her, yet alone call himself her boyfriend.

He could hear his phone ringing in the other room. He let it ring and it rang once more before he got up to answer it.

He took the phone off the charger and saw 2 missed calls from his mom. Shit,shit shit. He tapped on the notification with the quickness; she quickly answered.

“Winston, my son, I called you twice. I began to worry.”, his mom opened.

“I know, I’m sorry,mum. I was in another room. Everything ok?”, he answered.

“I should be asking you the same question. I’ve been worried about you lately.” She could sense something was wrong with her youngest born. “I called because I’m worried about you.”

He sat up. “Wh-what? Why?”

“I sense an emptiness in your voice and in your spirit, Winston.”

“An emptiness?”

“Yes, my child, an emptiness. Like someone stripped away something precious.”

“I...I couldn’t honestly tell you. I may just be homesick and missing you.”

He wasn’t totally wrong, but neither was he telling the whole truth. While he was adjusting to the rapid LA pace and lifestyle as the “new normal”, part of that new normal was adjusting to his life without Khalida. It was rough, but he was managing.

“Well, just know that I’m praying for you. I don’t know what it is that void, but whatever it may be, don’t allow to rob you of the joy God has blessed you with, eh? It is my prayer that you find peace and comfort. I want you to have a full and complete life, ok? I love you.”, she said.

He flicked away the tear that fell. “I love you,too.”

Leave it to his mother to say what needed to be said without actually knowing what was actually going on. He sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about how much growth and maturity that needed to take place in his life. Khalida mentioned it before their break-up and she was right. Both of them needed to grow before they could be together again. The repairs on the plane were in its beginning stages.

Tag List, You’re Doing Amazing ,Sweetie.

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lokeanrampant · 5 years

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Anders & Mental Illness

Cause someone kinda spurred this Wall of Text.

You want unpopular opinion time? Here ya go: Anders is NOT mentally ill.

So what are the symptoms that people are seeing that make them see mental illness, which, for the purposes of this post, will be a medical diagnosis concerned with neural biochemistry that can never be cured, but can be managed with the assistance of medication to help correct the body’s own imbalance.

Anders DEFINITELY has post-traumatic stress disorder. Please note, this is not considered a mental illness by way of biochemistry. It is a learned behavior and associated response, an extreme form of Pavlov’s conditioning, that can be treated through cognitive therapy, medication, and time. Why does he have PTSD? Let’s go down the list:

Because he’s been trained to hate himself since he manifested magic. Not because he did something wrong, but because of how he was born. Yay, let’s teach people to hate themselves for being born.

Because he’s been taught he’s a walking weapon.

Because his own family went from being as much a family as any other (with good and bad points) to essentially calling him a monster and throwing him out like so much garbage.

Feelings of persecution because, well, he is taken from his family, called a monster, and then locked into a tower/prison to experience little to no privacy and under constant guard where any small movement, action, or thought could be met with abuse, torture, or death.

Solitary confinement – MULTIPLE TIMES. Please note, while there is not much in canon about the type of solitary confinement used, it is generally a small cell (60-80sq ft, or a 6-8’x10’ cell). This is where everything is done – eating, drinking, sleeping, reliving oneself. For Solitary Confinement:

There may be extreme sensory deprivation – there may or may not be light, sounds may be constant or none at all or that idle drip-drip-drip of condensation on stone. There is no actual human contact.

As if mages are dehumanized already, the combination of isolation and sensory deprivation furthers this dehumanization in that you will eventually start to question reality itself. Once you leave this sort of confinement, readjusting to the sights, sounds, and textures of the real world is a major hardship. Everything is too loud, too bright, too textured, too everything – it’s a total body sensory overload.

For someone so steadfastly opposed to being confined, who has escaped multiple times simply to be free? Solitary confinement is the WORST type of abuse. It’s throwing an arachnaphobic into a room full of spiders, or a claustrophobic in a tiny box, or an agoraphobic into an open field. It is their worst nightmare come to life. Short-term, it would excruciating, but multiple times with ever-lengthening terms? That creates a desperation that will lead to severe risk-taking, extreme levels of anxiety, a desperate need-to-please to avoid that situation again (very Stockholm Syndrome), and suicidality. But of course, the institution that does all this doesn’t care. One less mage to worry about.

From an RL-perspective, the United Nations has classified anything over 15days in solitary confinement “constitutes cruel, degrading and inhumane treatment, or torture.” For someone who is mentally ill already (again, see above), the pressures exerted on the human psyche for such extended periods of time would resolve into a complete psychological break.

Based on all of that? It’s a wonder Anders is functional at all, though we know people who have survived such things and live with PTSD and can be function. It shows a pure strength of self and major resilience. THAT we do see in Anders.

So now we’re going to look at the why so many see the shift between DAA and DA2 Anders as absolutely signs of mental illness. So DA2 was a rushed mess with a seriously unreliable narrator and essentially decided to disregard almost everything from DAA. Remarkable storytelling, there, BioWare. Good on ya. *rolls eyes*

DAA Anders. Ah, yes, the sassy, snark-driven flirt that everyone adores. It’s called OVERCOMPENSATION. Anders knows full well if this last escape attempt doesn’t work, he is, quite literally, a dead man. While he has no fucks left to give on many levels, he will fight that one tooth and nail. He would rather die than go back to solitary or be given a lobotomy. He will rail against authority, but anyone who gives him an ounce of positive reinforcement, an ounce of kindness, that is something to which he will cling with desperation and do anything to keep that positivity occurring. Especially if it can in some way prevent what he fears the most. So he flirts, is charming, is sassy, is snarky, and is HELPFUL. He may have a mouth on him, but he IS helpful. He wants to ingratiate himself. It’s also a self-defense mechanism where if he can deflect everything with wit and sass, no one will actually know what terrifies him the most and give them leverage over him. He can’t afford that vulnerability.

But he cannot hide the anger – that is there, in spades and then some. He remembers enough of his life before the Circle to know there is a better life. He is angry for everything he has felt in the Circle, for all the people who were hurt there, for how he was hurt there, for how anything resembling any sort of goodness was stripped away, beaten out, abused, or killed. They were not allowed anything truly good in their lives and he had had that, tasted it, wanted it. Knew it was there. So he is angry, furious, fighting so hard to be free and be allowed to breathe and just be him, not some monster they kept telling him he was. He didn’t feel like a monster, he didn’t want to be a monster, but he was still terrified he was one.

And so he becomes a Warden – mostly because he can and as yet another last-ditch effort (he has a lot of those) to break free from the tyranny of the Circles and his impending death sentence at the hands of the templars. The Wardens should be his escape. They are an organization beholden to NONE. Their backgrounds effectively cease to exist, for the most part. It doesn’t matter if they are rogue, warrior, thief, murderer, or mage – once they are joined, they are Wardens. And if it weren’t for the continued persecution of the templars who simply cannot stop being assholes, who knows what might have happened. He did already exhibit traits of fighting for freedom, his own if no one else’s, at this point. Justice helped him see that there were more people oppressed and made him start thinking about that.

For all the extra time he had before being taken to the Circle, Anders is still young. Though there are no canonical ages mentioned, general thought is that DAA Anders is early-20s. And the Circles are geared toward keeping mages naïve and helpless, to keep them like young children so they are, by necessity, required to rely upon their captors for survival. Anders has a bit more independence going into that environment than many, which is how he continued to fight and get himself in trouble. He’s very strong-willed with a drive for independence, but he’s still effectively in the mindset of a troubled teen.

Yet with all of that, there really isn’t any mental illness. There is the PTSD, the anxiety and paranoia, the overcompensation, all from truly legitimate and horrifying experiences that would leave multiple symptoms of lasting impact in varying extremes. Again, PTSD is a learned response to stimuli. He is reacting based on previous experiences and results. And it absolutely influences day-to-day interactions even if the experience is in the past, because the key part of PTSD is that the past is NOT the past, it is still actively influencing the present, even if those stimuli are not actively in the present.

So let’s talk DA2 Anders. This is actually my preferred Anders. Why? Because he has grown up. He’s been given the TIME to actually figure himself out to a degree outside the confines of the Circle. And do you know what he found? That is has mountains of strength and compassion to give to others. That he can say NO to some things. Do you have any idea how difficult is to say NO when you’ve been indoctrinated like that? It’s one of the hardest things in the world to do and even when you learn it and can say it, it can still be such a struggle to fight to listen to yourself and your feelings and not fall prey to that belief that it would simply be better for everyone if you said yes, no matter how horrible it may be for you to do so.

Anders in DA2 is a semi-to-mostly-functioning adult, as any adult would be after going through his life experiences, but all in all, he’s actually doing okay for himself. He’s managing. Sometimes, that is the absolute best we can manage. We find out that he merged with Justice from DAA. A lot of people will claim this, in and of itself, makes him bipolar or, at the very least, the outdated Multiple Personality Disorder (now Dissociative identity disorder), wherein there are a minimum of two distinctly separate identities that persist. On the outside? Eh, I can sorta see it…EXCEPT. Justice isn’t Anders splitting his psyche into multiple pieces. Justice is JUSTICE, a Spirit of the Fade. A personality in and of itself/himself (and this particular personification of Justice chooses to be male, so male pronouns from here on out). Justice isn’t a fragment of Anders’ personality. He is a spirit who inhabits a living form that already has a soul. YOU LITERALLY HAVE TWO SOULS IN ONE BODY. This is not a mental illness, this is spirit possession. So DID can go straight out the window on this one.

And then there’s that whole spirit/demon thing. Justice IS NOT a demon. He’s one hell of a hard ideal, in spirit form. I have an entire essay written about Fade Entities, but that’s another topic. Needless to say, Justice isn’t some cute lil cricket on Anders’ shoulder. Justice is a burning ideal in a world full of injustices. And Justice, as we can see in DAA, is actively learning about the world around him. He becomes, essentially, a very protective elder brother to Anders as you can see Justice only really breaks out and takes control in DA2 when Anders is clearly at breaking point and under severe emotional distress. Imagine Hawke going to bat for their younger sibling in times of distress and you have Justice, wielding the blue fire and lighting of the Fade. Justice allows Anders to know there is someone always looking out for him, who always has his back. He allows Anders to feel a modicum of safety and gives him that push to allow him to be who he is. He is, in a word, family. Not easy, not kind, not always loving, but he is the chosen family – the blood of the covenant, not of the womb – and that much stronger for it.

Justice gave Anders a type of companionship after years of solitary confinement that no one else could. Justice helped anchor Anders, even though he pushes him hard. Spirits can learn (Justice does, Cole does, even Wynne’s Spirit of Faith does) and they learn their environments and hosts if need be. But inhabiting the living body of someone who has experienced everything Anders has? It makes Justice very protective and very angry, but that doesn’t make him a demon. It actually makes him more human. He feels righteous fury at those who hurt his friend and continue to hurt him and others like him. He feels insulted and personally attacked whenever he is called demon because he knows Anders’ fears about himself and Justice and their merging and he would never want anything like that to hurt his friend or for he, himself, to fall to that. But he hasn’t. Justice is still Justice and still that same ideal. To warp Justice into a demon would require Justice brutalizing everything he is and warping the ideal of justice into something else entirely. And vengeance doesn’t count here – they are two sides of the same coin, which is why you often see vengeance called vigilante justice. If the order of the world dictates that those in power do not provide justice, then vigilantism is the justice they receive. I’m not even entirely sure what Justice could become if he was able to be warped enough into a demon, actually, no, I take that back, he would become Zealotry – the brute enforcement of an ideal, fanatical enforcement of an idea with no regard anything but that. And that is NOT Justice. There are much better examples of zealotry in Thedas.

Does Anders have aggressive self-defense mechanisms? Oh hell yes. He actually aggressively overacts to quite a few things to the point Hawke really should have smacked him upside the head a few times. But it goes back to that old saying where it’s not paranoia if they’re actually out to get you. And yes, they are actively and actually out to get Anders. Yet for all of this? For all that he remains hunted, for all that his very existence is hated and persecuted and reviled? He starts up a free clinic. He uses his magic to heal people without asking for anything in return, except maybe to be left alone and maybe, just maybe get a warning if the templars are too close. He has so much compassion, even after everything he has experienced. He cares enough to not want others to experience what he has experienced.

So let’s get back to mental illness. I see a lot of references to manic episodes. Now, I know that everyone who is diagnosed with BPD, I or II, experiences their own form. It’s different for everyone. I have BPD II and have only experienced medication-induced manic episodes and YIKES – I don’t know how anyone deals with those on a regular basis at all. I get the funzies of depressive episodes, sometimes so badly they will pull me under. Sometimes, so badly that yes, suicide is at the forefront of my thoughts. A lot of that has to the with the diagnosed PTSD and self-hatred that I have been trained to have. Indoctrination is a bitch. Therapy is helping, but it took years to get this shit diagnosed even after years ago, I had done enough research to kind of diagnose myself. But no one wanted to believe me when I brought it up as a possibility. People see other people functioning, to the most basic appearances, normally, and they hand-wave away the idea that there might be a problem. So that said, let’s take a look at manic episodes.

I’m going with a firm NO on this one. The closest thing I can see to manic episodes are when Anders is working almost feverishly on his manifesto. No abject risk-taking that was any more prevalent than his multiple escape attempts. The closest thing we have to that is him running a free clinic and the mage underground in Kirkwall. Hell, him breathing in Kirkwall is risk-taking. But the manifesto nights? It’s less manic and more avoidance, in my mind. I’ve done it. It’s keeping so busy that you don’t have time to think about the bad things that are constantly in your head. Keep busy, keep healing, keep writing, keep fighting and for the love of all that is good, DON’T SLEEP. Don’t let the dreams in, don’t be helpless and vulnerable. Work until you’re so exhausted and you don’t dream, then wake exhausted again and do it again. This is PTSD-anxiety at work combined with night terrors. He is terrified of going to sleep, of being vulnerable to attack, of the nightmares of not just the taint, but of dark spaces and helplessness and the Fade and memories of failures, all those he couldn’t protect. He drives himself so hard so he doesn’t have to think of those things. It’s a defense mechanism. It’s mostly utilized for anxiety and depression when dealing with PTSD or with basic extreme stress/duress and grief, and his history clearly can point to when those started.

Oh, wait, I mentioned depression up there, didn’t I? Hey, that’s a mental illness! Yes, it is. Absolutely. But you can be depressed without having the mental illness/biochemistry maladaptation. Damned genetics. ANYWAY. PTSD causes extreme reactions, stress and duress, anxiety, and yes, depression. You can’t escape the anxiety, the fear responses, the need to either work yourself to the bone or sleep away the pain. In Anders’ case, it’s working himself so he doesn’t dream. Guess what happens when you do that to yourself over and over and over again? The body isn’t designed to go without sleep and proper rest. Those of us with sleep disorders will tell you (and it’s in the medical literature if you care to research it) that that degree of sleep deprivation will cause depression. It’s not necessarily a matter of biochemistry, but that of situational body adaptations to not being able to recuperate.

So there it is in a very large nutshell – my thoughts on why Anders is NOT mentally ill. I get that some people want to see themselves in their favorite characters. I relate to Anders on many levels, but I cannot put my diagnoses on him.

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pippiessweathogs · 5 years

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What Happens in Point Place…

That 70s Show/Welcome Back Kotter crossover

Summary: When Epstein goes to visit Jackie, the other Sweathogs decide they must bring him back home before he decides on a permanent move.

Chapter Six

Donna sat with Jackie on the Forman’s front porch. She rubbed her hands across the top of her jeans while thinking about what she should say. She had made a couple false starts at a conversation, but Jackie quickly stopped her.

“Donna are you trying to say something?”

“Yeah. Ok, Jackie here’s the thing. You and Epstein… Well I feel things are moving a bit too fast. And according to the other guys, Epstein has a bad track record when it comes to dating. You’re not the first girl he had fallen in love with. I mean, Vinnie even told me he was once wiling to move to Nebraska to be with their teacher’s sister-in-law.”

“Eeeeeewww!”

“Exactly. And now he’s claiming he’s in love with you and he wants to move here. And the two of you had only met this summer.”

Jackie frowned slightly, not wanting to admit Donna was right. “Yeah.” She smiled a little. “But isn’t it romantic he came all this way to be with me?”

“Well… yeah! But listen. You both are still in high school. And by the looks of things, he is going to be in high school for next ten years.”

“So what’s your point?”

“My point is, you are both too young and have only been together a short time. If you move in together now, it would only be a disaster. For one thing, he’s poor. It took all the money he had saved up just to take a bus here. If you move in together, who’s going to pay the rent? Who’s going to support you the way that you want? Jackie, you’ll have to get a job.”

Jackie grimaced “Eeew! Donna I can’t live with a poor person! I need someone who can take care of me. And buy me stuff. And lavish me in a life of luxury!”

“Yeah and being with Epstein will get you the opposite of that. You’ll be lucky if the two of you aren’t living on the street in a month. In fact this is what I see for your future with Epstein.”’

Jackie’s face was nearly frozen as her teeth chattered. Snow blew around her and the wind whistled. A ratty shawl covered her shoulders. She shivered and pulled it tighter around her, smiling at the person standing beside her.

Epstein stood next to her, shivering as well. He adjusted his scarf and rubbed his hands together. As he did this, he gave Jackie a hopeful grin. Near their feet was a tin can and a sign begging for money so that they could eat.

A couple people walked by them, dropping something into the can. Excitement befell Jackie and Epstein before they dove for the can. Epstein grabbed the can and dropped the contents into his lap. Nothing but a single nickel and a button fell from the can.

Epstein and Jackie both frown in disgust. Epstein took to his feet, ready to fight the person who tossed them the button, but Jackie stopped him. They embraced each other and then looked up hopefully as the next group of people start to walk toward them. They smiled and motion toward the can, pleading for change.

Fez, dressed in a tux, walked over to them. He pulled out his wallet, which was bursting with cash. He took out a single well-worn dollar bill and slipped it into the can. He then patted both Jackie and Epstein on the head before walking away. Jackie and Epstein snatched up the can and tore the dollar from it. As they held the dollar, they appeared completely overjoyed.

“Oh my God. Oh my God, Donna. I can’t live on the street! The street is dirty and littered with bums!”

“Yeah and you’ll be one of them.”

“Eeeew! No I can’t have that, Donna. No, Donna, thank you for opening my eyes.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I have to talk to Juan.”

Jackie patted Donna’s leg and then stood up. She then walked away in search of Epstein. Donna stood as well and followed her.

“Jackie wait!” Donna called causing Jackie to stop walking. “Hold on. I, um, I kind of need to talk to you some more. But you can’t tell anyone.”

Jackie spun around, a smile on her face. “Ooh Donna do you have dirt? Tell me, tell me!”

A sinking feeling suddenly came over Donna and it showed on her face. “I think I change my mind.”

Jackie frowned “Oh this sounds bad.” Her expression brightened some with intrigue. “Well now you have to tell me!”

“Ok Jackie, promise me you won’t tell anybody.”

“I promise. What is it?”

“Well… Jackie… Oh I’m just going to say it. When I was working in Brooklyn… Freddie and I sort of…”

“You sort of what?” Jackie gasped “Donna did you shoplift? I knew it!”

“No! No. Jackie listen. This has been eating me up inside since I came back home. Freddie and I kissed.”

Jackie gasped, shocked. “You kissed?”

Donna quickly shushed her. Jackie lowered her voice to a near whisper.

“You kissed? And you didn’t tell me sooner?”

“Well you didn’t tell me you’ve been dating Epstein this whole time.”

“You’re right. I know. So,” she smirked “what was it like?”

“The kiss? Well It was… Freddie is a great kisser, what can I say?”

“Better than Eric?”

Donna frowned. “Oh God yeah! There’s no comparison.”

“How many times did you kiss him?”

“I dunno. Not like we counted. It was a few times.” She hesitated. “We made out a couple times and things got a little heated.”

“Donna!” Jackie lowered her voice to a whisper again, this time with an accusatory tone “Did you two have sex?”

“What? Jackie no!” Donna sighed. “Most we did was make out. Nothing… nothing below the waist.”

“Oh my God Donna!” Jackie’s tone became must more amused. “This is exciting! Hey! If I marry Juan and you marry Freddie we would be like sisters-in-law!” She clapped her hands. “Yay!”

“Jackie they’re not brothers.”

“Well Juan has so many siblings, you don’t know that for sure.”

“One of his brothers could actually be a brother?” Donna joked.

“Right. It could happen! I mean, look at Steven. His father’s black.”

“So because Hyde’s father is black, that means Freddie’s mother could be a Puerto Rican? Or Jewish?”

“Now you’re getting it, Donna!”

“Well, even if they happened to be brothers, you and I aren’t going to marry them.”

“Play along, Donna!”

Donna laughed. “Jackie, you’re crazy.” She looked up and saw a few of the guys, one of them Epstein, coming up from the basement. “Listen, we’ll talk more about this later. I’m going to go see Eric.”

Donna walked away, heading down to the basement. Epstein walked away from the other guys and went over to Jackie. As they stood with each other, they went right into their thoughts, in perfect unison.

“We need to talk.”

“Listen, Jackie. I, ah, I’ve been thinkin’. About us.”

“I’ve been thinking too. Well, actually, Donna and I were just talking and she had me realize some things.”

“Right.” Epstein nodded. “Mr. and Mrs. Forman made me do some thinkin’ as well. And, ah, the other guys pretty much told me I was crazy and stupid for wanting to move here, got me thinkin’ some more.”

They were silent for a moment before continuing, again in unison.

“I think we should break up.”

“I’m not movin’ here.”

They looked at each other puzzled. Once again, they spoke at the same time.

“Wait. What?”

Epstein motioned to her. “You first.”

“Juan, I think we should break up.” Jackie confessed, a little uneasily. “As nice it is to be with you in person, and as nice as our relationship has been, albeit being long distance…. I just don’t think it would be a good idea for us to continue being together.”

Epstein looked down in silence as he thought about what she said. “That’s, ah, that’s probably for the best since I’m not movin’ here after all. But, why can’t we still be together?”

“Let me put it this way. Juan, I expect a certain kind of future. One that you simply would never be able to provide for me.”

Epstein frowned “What are you getting at?”

“I was born rich, and I need someone equally rich to support me ad lavish me in gifts.”

“Hey now I brought you my most prized possession. If that ain’t love then I don’t know what is.”

“Juan you gave me a dirty old baseball card.”

“Hey that card could be worth a lot of money one day!”

“It wasn’t even yours! You stole it from Arnold!”

“Bah! Details!”

They looked at each other, sadly but in understanding. Moving in closer, they wrapped their arms around each other.

“Well I guess this is goodbye.” Epstein said

“Yeah, I guess so.”

He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. “Hey, I’ll just have you know, all this, that we had, it was all real.”

She grinned softly. “I know.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’ll miss it.” She turned her eyes up to look at his face. “I’ll miss you.”

“Hey, hey. Let’s not make this sad. Listen, in another time, another place, maybe we’ll get together again and it’ll be able to work out.”

She grinned. “Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.”

Epstein placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting it up a little. He leaned in and kissed her sweet and smooth. The kiss may have said “goodbye” but it wasn’t sad. In a way, they both knew their romance wasn’t one built to last. It was, however, one they both would come to cherish as they would one day look back on their younger days.

…

The Sweathogs hung out in the hallway waiting for the very last possible moment to enter the classroom. As they hung out and talked, everything seemed like normal. But that didn’t stop curious minds to bring up the subject of Epstein and Jackie.

“So Epstein,” Vinnie started. “You and Jackie somehow were together all summer and nobody knew about it.”

Epstein nodded. “Yeah. What of it?”

“How did you go steady with someone several states away and not let any of us in on it?” Freddie asked. “So there any reason you didn’t want us to know?”

“Nah, no reason really.” Epstein shrugged “I guess having it on the down low sorta made things more exciting. More, ah, more romantic, y’know?”

“But little Juan,” Horshack spoke up. “How did you manage to keep a long distance relationship this whole time?”

“Simple. We talked on the phone a lot and we wrote letters.” He smirked a little. “See, I ain’t just a master of excuse notes. I’m also a master at love letters.”

“Well ain’t you Mr. Romantic?” Vinnie said. “And my best move is having the girl meet me behind the billboard on 81st street.”

“And that’s why you ain’t ever been in a real relationship, Vinnie.” Epstein stood up. “See the girls, they love romance. They eat it up. It’s what keeps them stickin’ around and it’s what gives you more opportunities for makin’ it.” He finished with a crude hand gesture and a small laugh.

Gabe stood in the doorway of his classroom. He cleared his throat to get the students’ attention. “Conducting business in the hallway again, gentlemen? And I see your chairman of the board is back!”

Epstein turned to face his friends, confused. “What, what is he talking about?”

“Man, I don’t ever know what he’s talking about.” Freddie said, waving Gabe off.

“So, gentlemen it is past time for class to start. I would really enjoy it if the four of you were to actually come in and join the rest of class.”

“Yeah, yeah we’re comin’.” Epstein said, walking towards the room. “Nice seein’ you again, Mr. Kotter.”

“Same to you, Epstein. By the way, how was your trip?”

“Well, ah, y’know. It was good, but like all good things it had to come to an end. I really liked it out there, Mr. Kotter. But, ah, let’s just say, I got my head back on straight and figured out where I really belong.”

“Good for you, Epstein. I’m glad to hear that. And I’m glad to have you back.”

“I’m glad to be back. And, ah, I don’t see any chances of me strayin’ again in the future. I was born in Brooklyn, I’m gonna die in Brooklyn.”

“Hey you think I could get Laurie to come visit me here?” Vinnie asked “Because I could go for another round with her.”

“Not sure if she’d be willin’ to go all that way.” Epstein remarked. “Besides, there’s plenty of guys in Wisconsin that would have her in a heartbeat.”

“Besides, from the way I hear it, even if she did come all the way here to see you, then you’d die. Ain’t no messin’n with a chick whose daddy fought in two wars.” Freddie shook his head. “I’m surprised you managed to get with her in the first place with Red around.”

“It wasn’t easy. But it was worth it.” Vinnie smiled, causing Horshack to laugh. “Cut it!”

Horshack stopped laughing immediately, ending with a small cough.

“Alright,” Gabe said, ushering them towards the door, “time to get in class. You can save your talk about… romantic conquests for later.”

The Sweathogs began walking past Gabe, entering the classroom. Gabe watched them enter and then he shook his head before looking away to talk to himself.

“Looks like everything is back to normal.”

He turned to head into the classroom, only to have the door shut in his face.

“Definitely back to normal.” He shook his head and entered the room, confident that this Wisconsin adventure was going to be the last of its kind for any of his students.

#Welcome Back Kotter #That 70s Show #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #crossover #What Happens in Point Place

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lillian-tiger · 7 years

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Challenge || The Sorting Test

What is your real, birth name? Any nicknames? When and where were you born?

Lillian Marie Tiger - I mean I will happily accept Princess as a nickname, sadly only Nibs uses it. People... I was born November 15 1997 pretty sure my mother gave birth in Paris on one of their lovely trips around the world.

What is your Myers-Briggs Personality Type? (If you don’t know go here this question is optional.)

Entrepreneur ESTP-T

Do you have a nickname? What is it, and where did you get it?

Princess, or just Princess Lilly. Either or, I’m a princess regardless.

What do you look like? (Include height, weight, hair, eyes, skin, apparent age, and distinguishing features)

I’m about 5′3, 135, slender and fit (thank you dancing). I have dark hair, brown eyes, and I’m very tan. Most people think I’m a lot older than I really am. Which is nice when using my fake I.D.

How do you dress most of the time? Do you wear any jewelry?

I typically try and dress up a little. Even if it’s ‘casual’ there is still some sort of spark that shows I’m still here for business and to make your head turn. Sometimes I’ll be in cute work out cloths, because well.. they’re cute.

What don’t you like about yourself? What kind of things embarrass you? Why?

My knees kinda bend inward a bit too much. Um.. not a lot really embarrasses me. I typically just embarrass others. Not of purpose of course, it just kinda happens sometimes.

In your opinion, what is your best feature?

I have really nice, toned legs. I know they’re no long, but I mean they’re pretty fit looking legs.

Where do you live? Describe it: Is it messy, neat, avant-garde, sparse, etc.?

I live in a flat in town. It has my room, and a spare room for anyone that wants to get away. It’s pretty simple, and always clean. A lot of teal and rose gold accents everywhere. It’s my favorite place in the world.

What is your most prized mundane possession? Why do you value it so much?

My father gave me my mothers wedding ring. I keep it in the back of my jewelry box. It’s the only thing I have of my mother before she walked out.

What one word best describes you?

Princess

Familial Questions

What is/was your family structure like? (i.e. are you adopted, how many siblings, pets, etc.)

It used to be great till I was about 7. My mother just up and left us, and my father just pushed himself into work, and me with any dance instructor he could find. Private schools, and everything else. So. It’s just a shit show now. My father is a credit card.

Who was your father, and what was he like? Who was your mother, and what was she like? What was your parents marriage like? Were they married? Did they remain married?

He was my best friend, and not he’s just a stranger. My mother and him obviously are.. not together anymore. Divorced, and he remarried some idiot who’s probably my age. Haven't really met her - or got to know her.

What are/were your siblings names? What are/were they like? (If you have siblings)

n/a

What’s the worst thing one of your siblings ever did to you? What’s the worst thing you’ve done to one of your siblings? (If you have siblings)

n/a

When’s the last time you saw any member of your family? Where are they now?

My dad gave me about a twenty minute visit for Christmas. That was nice.

Who is your closest friend(s)? Describe them and how you relate to them.

The Lost boys. I don’t know all the details, but I at least know they’re in the same boat with me. Nibs would have to be my absolute closest. He’s seen the most, and knows more than anyone else in my life.

Childhood Questions

What is your first memory?

I can remember hating the heck out of peas. I mean I don’t even know if it’s a memory, it’s just a video I’ve seen a million times. It’s not like I actually remember it.

What was your favorite toy?

Jump rope

What was your favorite game?

Uno

Who was your best friend when you were growing up?

Dumb, Dumber, Dumbest, and just.. well... bigger than est. Kidding, the boys were the only real stable friendship, and longest.

What is your fondest childhood memory?

Taking dance lessons. I was so talented, and my father used to never miss a single performance. Without a doubt he was my biggest fan. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to cheer me on. I was the lead in a spring showcase, and he just looked proud..

What is your worst childhood memory?

The day my mother left.

Adolescent Questions

It is common for one’s view of authority to develop in their adolescent years. What is your view of authority, and what event most affected it?

Eh, I mean I respect them I guess. I never really had authority. I’ve been living on my own for awhile now off my fathers money.

What “clique” did/do you best fit in with? (Royals, Dark Royals, Wallflowers, Bookworms, Punks, Hipsters, Rejects, etc.)

Royals, I mean hello - Princess.

What were/are your high school goals? What were/are your uni goals?

High School - get offers to dance academy's - which I mean I’m one of the best here at the university. While I’m here? I just want to get a degree that I know is fit for me. Dancing is everything, but I want to do something with it then just preform. One day I won’t be able too and I jut want something at that point. So probably the schooling to teach it.

What is/was your favorite memory from adolescence? What is/was your worst memory from adolescence?

My favorite was the first time I got drunk. I think that’s close to everyone's. The classic high school party were the music is horrible, and the place is crammed with a bunch of people who can’t handle their alcohol. I could, clearly. The worst? Watching everyone on mothers day. One in particular though where someone just kept asking about my mother, and just kept going. It was the first time I punched someone. I mean that part was amazing, but just.. that fact alone.

Do you own a car? Describe it. If not, describe your dream car.

I have a white 2017 Mazda CX-5 - it gets me around, and it’s solid black.

Occupational Questions

Do you have a job? What is it? Do you like it? If no job, where does your money come from?

No, I don’t work. I mean I get lessons to people? but I don’t really charge. I just get all my money from my dad.

What is your boss or employer like? (Or publisher, or agent, or whatever.)

n/a

What are your co-workers like? Do you get along with them? Any in particular? Which ones don’t you get along with?

n/a

What is something you had to learn that you hated?

I’m sure any job I have that’s not dancing I would just hate everything about whatever I was learning.

Do you tend to save or spend your money? Why?

Spend, Spend, and Spend some more. Why not? I mean it’s sorta my dad’s love.

Likes & Dislikes Questions

What hobbies do you have?

Partying and Dancing.

What bands/artists do you like? What song is “your song?” Why?

I love anything main stream. Whatever is on the top 100 is typically whatever I’m blasting and dancing around too. Currently Zane’s new hit my favorite at the moment. My song of the sweet.

When it comes to politics, do you care? If so, which way do you tend to vote? If not, why don’t you care?

I don’t really follow them, honestly.

What time of day is your favorite? What kind of weather is your favorite?

Nighttime, it’s typically when cities come alive and the best people are out on the run. Weather? Sunny, I love a good beach day, or days were I can wear cute sun dresses.

What is your favorite food? What is your least favorite food?

My favorite food is chicken wings, and my least favorite... oh man, mushrooms.

What is your favorite drink? (Coffee, Coke, Juice, Beer, Wine, etc.)

I’m weak for Coke as awful as it is for you.

What’s your favorite animal? Why?

Tigers without a doubt. They’re majestic, beautiful and powerful. Much like myself.

Do you have any pets? Do you want any pets? What kind?

I don’t have any pets, but I’m really thinking about maybe getting some fish, or something to live in that flat with me.

What do you find most relaxing? (Not as in stress relief, but as something that actually calms you down.)

Yoga. Without it I would be biting peoples heads off.

What’s a pet peeve of yours?

People that think they’re better than me, or just have a huge stick up their ass. Like live a little.

Would you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, pan, or something else? Why?

Mmm, I mean I’m mostly with guys, but I’m not against having some lady love either. I’d say I’m Bi.

Sex & Intimacy Questions

Who was the first person you had sex with? When did it happen? What was it like? How well did it go? (If your character is sexually active, if not, skip this question)

My first time was with a senior my freshman year. He was perfect, it was perfect, I mean it wasn’t romantic, but it wasn’t horrible. His name was Jake, football, jock, perfectly toned. I mean nothing came from it, but he also wasn’t an ass to me afterwards. He’d still wave and say hi in the hallways.

Do you currently have a lover/crush? What is their name, and what is your relationship like? What are they like? Why are you attracted to them?

That’s cute, no. That’s how you get your heartbroken. Maybe I have a crush? I don’t know, what does a crush even feel like ? I mean I found someone I wouldn’t mind getting to know?

Describe the perfect romantic partner for you and describe your perfect date with them.

Someone I can be completely myself with. I can break all my walls down, and they know how to make me laugh. They have to be able to keep things interesting. I think laser tag would be a cute date. Tag you’re it, maybe casually make out somewhere in the field, who knows. I have to break a few rules.

Do you ever want to get married and have children? When do you see this happening?

I do. I don’t see it happening for a very long time from here.

What is more important – sex or intimacy? Why?

Intimacy, I’ll let you know when that day comes where I find that though.

What was your most recent relationship like? Who was it with? (Does not need to be sexual, merely romantic.)

Uh... some dude from high school. It lasted a week, and obviously wasn’t that important since I don’t even remember his name.

What’s the worst thing you’ve done to someone you loved?

Told them I didn’t love them.

Drug & Alcohol Questions (if your character’s a drinker/does drugs, if not, skip to numbers 5 & 6)

How old were you when you first got drunk? What was the experience like?

I was 15, and it was amazing. I mean the hangover was hell, but it was everything you think your first high school party is going to be. I became very well known after that... FOR GOOD REASONS. I just knew how to handle my shots well.

Did anything good come out of it? Did anything bad come out of it?

I mean that’s how I met Jake, so I say that’s some good.

Do you drink on any kind of regular basis?

Yeah... I’m pretty bad with it.

What kind of alcohol do you prefer?

Tequila baby.

Have you ever tried any other kind of “mood altering” substance? Which one(s)? What did you think of each?

Just the beautiful green... maybe E once. just once. I mean I did take some pills .. a little bit ago.

What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Are there any people should not do? Why or why not?

I’m not here to judge anyone. Not before I can handle myself.

Post-Powers Awareness Questions (For those who have powers)

When did you go through when you gained your powers? What was it like (in your opinion)?

What do you think now of being magical? Is it cool, or have you been screwed?

Do you have a mentor? Who are they? How did you become their student?

Do you have any magical items? Where did you get them?

Think of a major event that happened during your training/initiation. What was it?

What is something you had to learn during your training that you hated? Why did you hate it?

Thoughtful Questions

What about you is social? What do you like about people?

Almost everything about me is pretty social. I don’t like how people can be so judgment, or so .. annoying with their own ways. I like things to be my way - also when people don’t have humor.

If a magical being, describe the color of what magic you use, is it of a light color, bold and bright, pastel and sparkly, etc.

Are you a better leader or follower? Why do you think that? If you think the whole leader-follower archetype is a crock of shit, say so, and explain why?

I am without a doubt a leader. No way I’m going to be following anyone and their steps.

#wdpa challenge #challenge #HC #about #//VICOTRY

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cupidcomplex · 7 years

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Can u literally do all of the questions for the fallout thing im so interested

fjkfd omg YES… also i already did the last ten tho so I’m gonna do up to 42, also this is gonna be rlly long so its going under a read more .

ok HERE goes:

Which Fallout game are they from?

New Vegas since its the only game in the series I’ve played

Which faction(s) did they join and which did they destroy? Why?

SHE JOINED THE KINGS… also she doesnt hate the ncr that much. they’re a bunch of normies tho.. she hates the legion a lot n she like. killed all of them. at nelson.

What is their S.P.E.C.I.A.L.?

i cannot remember for the life of me.

Give us a summary of their backstory.

She was born in freeside, her parents were really just fireside bums n so she never really had a strong sense of family. She sorta roamed around freeside as a kid and tried her best to stay out of trouble.. she still found trouble tho , but luckily she sort of had the skill to weasel her way out of it. Eventually when she got to be a teenager her ability to get out of sticky situations sorta came in handy n she decided to become a courier! n then she got the platinum chip n benny came along u know the rest

What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em?

Her name is just nikki n the meaning is that its close to my own real name.. they don’t really have any nicknames but its ok

What’s their sexual, romantic, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people?

she’s a lëśbïâñ n idk i don’t think she cares much abt her gender as a whole its a post apocalyptic desert she’s just up for whatever. No-one ever really asks abt it but she doesnt care telling em if they ask

Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope?

Yea, she’s got som trauma related issues (which comes mainly from when she stumbled into nipton/nelsen. seeing innocent people suffering so much n treated so cruelly kinda #fucked her up.. she knew they did bad things but not.. like that) also she has adhd n she gets distracted a lot n takes a bunch of silly things around with her but its cool, she copes a lot by internalizing things n it doesnt rlly end up too good but she lives

Do they have any medical conditions? Is medicine/ treatment available for them?

she’s fully mute! everything she says in signed n then she found a way 2 work with the followers so that ED-E can translate it for he

How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe?

she’s more into the function of her clothes than the looks, but also she takes a bunch of pre-war clothing n sometimes when its quiet or safe she n veronica hav like a dress up party together n its cute

What do they fear the most?

the legion

They’re biggest flaw? Do they recognize it as a flaw?

SHES USELESS WHEN IT COMES TO CRAFTING STUFF.. she cant repair anything. and she is painfully aware of it but its more of just a funny thing.

What are they most insecure about?

her abilities when it comes to helping people.. she gets upset when she doesnt have the skills to help a certain person/group of people

What Wasteland threat do they fear the most? (ex. Deathclaws, super mutants, raiders)

DEATHCLAWS THOSE THINGS ARE THE W O R S T .. also centaurs are creepy as hell really any of those weird fleshy monsters

What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most?

she’s an aquarius bc thats what i am lol

What are their placements (if you know them)? (ex. Aries sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius Venus)

i have no idea man

What’s their Myers–Briggs Type? (ex. ENTP, ISFJ)

hm. idk? she’s an extrovert tho she likes to communicate

What Harry Potter house would they be in? (ex. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw)

ravenclaw

Which Pokemon Go team would they choose? (ex. Instinct, Valor, Mystic)

MYSTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Out of the nine forms of intelligence (rhythmic, spatial, linguistic, mathematical, kinesthetic, interpersonal, intrapersonal, naturalistic, andexistential) which one(s) are they really good at and which one(s) is(are) their weakest?

she’s good at linguistic and spacial stuff, not so good at mathematical

What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil)

chaotic good

Do they have any hobbies? What are they?

She likes collecting things! especially NCR berets. she has like. a lot of em.. also she loves to go into places that have info on pre-war relics! ALSO SHE LOVES OUTER SPACE

Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it?

she likes valentines day! she thinks its very cute n most often she spends the day just hanging in the desert n idk thinking abt love n also if she can find some she would kill a man for som chocolate

What’s their favorite season?

winter!

Do they have a temper or are they level headed?

very level headed, except for when it comes 2 the legion n then she just kinda goes ham

Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?

she’s good at hiding em .. but she doesnt love to

Are they a leader or a follower?

leader!

How do they come off to others? What first impression do they usually make?

her first impression is usually that she’s quiet and distant, but when people get to know her they really love her! she tries to be really helpful always!!!

Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any?

COMPANY .. always.. she hates being alone. also she’s traveled w/ ED-E and veronica, also rex, and Arcade Gannon! she does wanna travel with every companion though!

Would you describe them as selfless or selfish? Does it depend on the situation?

its depends a lot on the situation! When it comes to pre war relics they are HERS but she does her best to try and share medical supplies etc.., for people in need

What do they find most attractive in others? Name at least one psychological and physical trait. (doesn’t have to be romantic attraction)

A good sense of humor! also, they have to be cute.. someone she can bond with over more than just being in love

Do they flirt often? How easily do they fall in love?

SHE FLIRTS AS MUCH AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE…… she’s a total romantic… its very cute.. also she falls in love like every other week its silly

What’s their love life like? Are they interested in anyone or in a relationship?

Its.. something all right fhjdsk… she flirts a lot (ESPECIALLY W/ VERONICA) but she would very much like to have an actual relationship at some point!!!!

Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence?

Diplomatically, if lives can be saved she will try her best to save them (also 100 speech babes)

What is their combat style? What range do they prefer? Do they sneak?

She kinda just goes in, no real style… i guess she does prefer ranged, though.. also she doesnt rlly sneak well unless she like. wants to

What weapon(s) do they always carry with them?

caravan shotgun, 10 mm submachine gun and UUUHH frag grenades and DYNAMITE…

Their most prized possession?

her NCR berets/ the tiny gifts that the kings give her in freeside!

Their thoughts on power armor?

she’s never tried it but it sure does look cool!

Favorite armor/ outfit?

THE KINGS OUTFIT.. ITS SO CUTE..

How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun?

she’s a good shot… she uses guns a lot but they r often too heavy for her lol

What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive?

she doesnt love it but she does view it as a necessary evil.. like she rlly hates killing the fiends n people who are naturally just living there but she doesnt mind killing the legionaries bc they suck ass

Does it take a toll on them? Or do they shake it off rather easily?

yea i say it does. especially in the NCR mission to go into the vault and choose whether to kill the trapped people or help the NCR.. she sometimes regrets her choices but she learns to move on

Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it)

She finds death just to be a part of life.. its all a cycle and it just goes on.

Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home?

She moves around pretty regularly, however she still views freeside as her home!!! she has a permanent room at the atomic wrangler, too

ANYWAYS sorry this took so long!!!!!!!!! thank u for sending it to it was really really fun to answer!!!! :D

#egg answers #fallout #FHGDJSK THERES ALOT HERE U DONT HAV TO READ IT ALL IF U DONT WANT TO #rnangata

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keyofshadows · 7 years

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Someone tell Henry to stop turning into Sora. Also Wendy is making me think of Namine. So who does that make Pan? Wait, Marluxia!

I keep wanting to cry happy tears and hug chibi Sora into little bits and this has Maya and Kai all upset- well, Maya's squeaking at Sora's cuteness and kinda spazzing over 'Can you imagine if Kai HAD been Riku's son' and we're not getting into that mess and Kai's just mostly upset because he misses his family damn it, even if he has friends where he is and a kid brother.

And hi, rambling because FEELS.

AUUUGH.

I've gone weird again.

Ahahaha, and the bad ideas keep coming. I wrote out a thing for the mods seeking permission for Heartless-related stuff. Haven't sent it yet 'cause I might be sane come morning. That and Kai's borderline freaking out. Something about not wanting his mother's past to be his future. Maybe I really just want an excuse to have a weird AU KH/WR crossover where Ray kicks his ass for training Shadows as minions.

Meanwhile Eli and Fen just sit on the sidelines and snicker.

I wanna go home and laugh at the trouble Kai's gotten into. Or not. I giggled earlier and was exhausted for 20 mins. But still, Kai just found out he's fucking with a 3,000 yr old spirit born of darkness. Somehow this is not phasing him as much as it should. He's either very much his mother's son (with all the issues that entails) or Riku and Sora rubbed off on him. Or he really IS Riku's, but Maya can dream. It's better than the truth, anyway.

Random 1 am thought: Eli as a kid, boasting to all his friends that he was kidnapped by an evil faerie before he was a year old and turned into a kitten.

"And she replaced me with a fake baby that turned inta sticks when my mama blew out my birthday candle! Isn't that NEAT?"

Amy: /facepalm Lanie: /jealous

"How come Eli gets ta do all the fun things?"

Eli: /smiiiirk

So I got this started during a low-pain point in my migraine, and Eli can't stop snickering. Despite the migraine Kai's post got me thinking. 'The last time...' in reference to wishing his dad was there. 'The last time he'd built a snow fort like this, it'd been in Christmas Town. His uncle had taken him and his dad to see Santa, when Kai was on the edge of not believing anymore. He was, after all, seven. His mom had stayed home, insisting she'd not only get a stocking full of coal, but would probably find herself buried under it.'

And she would've, too.

When someone introduces themselves as serving under a king, it's appropriate to use 'Keyblade wielder' after your own name, yes? Yes. Inwardly Kai's just like '.....fuuuuuck.' This was not how he wanted to become known to Henry. 'Yeah, I kinda adopted your adopted son as my kid brother, I swear I'm not a bad influence on him and I'm so sorry I attacked your knight unprovoked. Please don't have me executed.'

Newsflash: Kai doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

'They're kind of cute when they're not trying to eat your face.' - Best description of Shadows ever.

OMG it's so cold in this house why do I not know Firaga. Or where my gloves are. Or my scarf. Or hat. Assuming there's any money left next month I'm buying socks. I have...five pairs of socks? That don't have holes. And I'm not sure where three of them are. I'm wearing one and the other is...in my dresser. I think. Lol I'm totally on top of where my stuff is. This is why cleaning my room is bad. I can find my floor but nothing else. Ever. This'll be Eli someday. Only able to find things when they're strewn across his room. And he'll like it that way! "But mom, all great warriors have messy rooms! Uncle Sora told me so!" And you KNOW Larkin'll be the only one that can make him clean it properly. Threats and bribes. Though both may be the same thing.

Right in the middle of one of Xehanort's speeches and I got a migraine. I'm kinda disappointed.

Re: OUAT and hearts - DUDE HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK and Hello WR flashbacks. Also re: next week's ep and swords being present at a baby's birth - Yes, I imagine Jalen was armed when Eli was born.

That random idea I had a few days ago involves what Awiergan's supposed to be doing, you know, hunting down Mal's nobody and knifing her. She's certainly had prime opportunities to do it, what with her current masquerade. Amy and Jalen's wedding anniversary is the 5th this month, and I wanted Amy to be back to herself by then, however temporary. THEN I thought, hey, what if Awiergan went out, found the nobody, brutally killed her, and let Amy watch? The shock of that would be enough to let Amy push the Brat back under, and she could come home covered in blood freaking out. To who, I dunno yet. But hey, happy anniversary!

Um, what was the original plan for the Cornerstone of Darkness? And I vote we destroy Disney Castle. As in the whole world. Dunno what exactly that'd mean for the Cornerstone of Light, but hey. The one place everyone trusts to always be a refuge against the Darkness going bye-bye? Always a good time! *whacks Awiergan*

Eli insists on a new tradition = New Year's Day Bug Hunts. Every New Year starting from age 8, he's gonna spend the day looking for the weirdest, most colorful bugs he can find. He demands that Larkin accompany him and carry his jars. >>; I do not see that ending well for him. "I only asked her to carry seven jars! An' then she dropped 'em! Down a hill! WITH MY BUGS IN 'EM. THEY ROLLED INTO THE POND AND 'MOST DROWNED!"

...The last time I had a *really* awesome and entertaining idea, it was a plague that wiped out two-thirds of Hogwarts.

This kid is gonna be in so much trouble. Eli: "....Aunt Song, Larkin won't stop followin' me! She says she's gotta protect me from Heartless!" Amy: *snickers forever* "Good luck with that. This is why we don't pretend that Igor is real sweetie~"

I decided Lanie gets to learn magic from Ray too, because she'll need to help keep her brother in line. God forbid her best spell turns out to be Thunder.

Yay babies. Oh god, a three year old and a newborn why did I do this to Amy oh wait. *cackle*

I had this cute little dream where Auryn wakes up crying (He's like a week old) and Eli gets to him first, and is trying to calm him down so he doesn't wake Larkin 'cause she needs her rest, and god forbid his mom, 'cause he'll never get to hold his son again. *snicker* He finally gets the kid to pass out by putting Igor in the crib by Auryn's feet, then makes the comment, "Yeah, he was my favorite too."

Hahaha so adorable and sappy and damn it, men should not be attractive when wounded. (And this is where Jalen's eyebrows go into his hair because what conversations has he been missing)

And then there was that time that healing magic was backfiring and Jalen was stupid and fell off the bailey wall and broke his wrist, and instead of his wife going 'Oh, my Jale!' and cuddling him silly, she whacked him upside the head, gave him a lecture, and teased him for a week. *snort* But then, they have an weird relationship that'll be sure to amuse their children for years to come. Hell, it's amusing FEN.

Ahahaha. I love how Kai is all '.....How do I explain this?' Because apparently he was taught the honor thing but not exactly the why of it? Or he's just a dork. Let's go with that. Eli says that girls can take care of themselves, but you should at least make the attempt unless you want to get beat up. Speaking from eventual experience, no doubt. Also I love how that last sentence makes no and yet all the sense.

I've always sympathized with the villains. Maleficent was the first. I was four. *shifty eyes* I was a weird kid.

The game I've got Kai in is getting an expansion. The school's going to be revealed to be on an island. I'm happy. Kai on the other hand, not so much. Reminders of not-home and places he'd been with 'Jem, which are probably gonna lead to him hitting things with his Keyblade. Especially once he finds his Corridors STILL can't get him away from the damn place.

Suppose Kai could always just try and use his Keyblade to chop 'em up...and this is for a bonfire, actually, though I did think him trying to make a raft in an attempt to leave the island would be all sorts of funny and history sorta/not really repeating itself, but I gotta get mod permission for that first and I'll just shut up now.

Yay, they have access to the beach now. And someone else decided to try a raft, which I'm actually glad about. >_> Kai will instead make an idiot of himself trying to catch fish. And the 'here fishy fishy' is a ridiculous inside joke from the old game that I couldn't resist using even though no one will get it. Riku had a net and was out tromping through the shallow water on Destiny Islands, trying to catch dinner for himself, Sora, and Kairi. He finally managed, but he burned dinner afterward. *snerk*

Oops. Kai wants to know what the fuck I just got him into. *cackles madly* Hell if I know. I've got Eli on the sidelines lecturing him on Darkness. And Fen pointing out he should consider himself lucky he's never met Ray. *facepalm*

Yeah, so if the wyvern doesn't kill Kai, he's gonna take Eli's advice and call him Yen Sid. ...My muses should not be allowed to interact sometimes. Also now I've got Jalen snickering because hmm, who did he know that had problems with a wyvern? *facepalms forever*

Re: 'Driel - And why doesn't this kid have fear? She's a nine year old on her own in a strange place, and they had a 3-4 day blackout already, but she's just...peachy. Lonely for her family, sure, but she's met a 700 year old faerie that shifts into a wolf, a boy that's possessed by a 3,000 yr old malevolent spirit, a king from the 15th century, and now friggin' Death, and she's just hunky dory. This IS a good thing, yes?

IT'S LARKIN AND ELI LMAO Today, I was hanging out with a guy I like. We climbed a tree to watch the sunset, and as the sun went down, I kissed him. He fell out of the tree. FML

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