#thye did not have no childhood

[stories-and-chaos]

Tarnished pt 14

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 14/?? Word count: 2518 Cw: language]

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Loona and Blitzø had ‘discussed’ what their options were. That the discussion was held at full volume was a given with them. Loona wanted to break down the door, grab her sister and run. As satisfying as that would be, Blitzø had some inkling of consequences. First, that just because Scarlet and Vex hadn’t seen any security didn’t mean there wasn’t any. Second, if this ‘Slicker’ did have a hold on his employees' souls, busting heads wouldn’t help.

And third, Dina might not want to leave. Blitzø didn’t think that was likely, considering how she’d come to be there. But it was a possibility he’d have to keep in mind. She’d run away from Loona when the girls scented each other. He could imagine multiple reasons why she’d run back into the brothel, but they didn’t have anything concrete.

“Loonie, let’s have Scarlet and Vex make another trip.” She snapped at him in frustration, making him dodge around the couch. “Whoa, sweetie, I know you wanna get her out of there asap.” Another dodge as she flung a cushion at him. “I do too! I think more information on Dina specifically would be best!” A comical scramble and pratfall had the Hellhound pinning him to the floor.

“She’s been stuck there long enough Blitzø! And I’ve been working long enough to get her out! I can handle myself,” she said, with a desperate growl in her voice.

“I know you can! But being prepared can’t hurt. It’s why you two were planning ahead for when you’d age out, right?” She snarled but at least moved her teeth from his face. “And, if those two can request Dina that night, we can have them call you.” That made her sit back on her haunches.

Her eyes, bright crimson sclera and white pupils, looked at him hopefully even as she kept her expression in an angry snarl. “You think they can?” The question had an edge to it.

Blitzø nodded and sat up. “I’ve known them for ages. Neither of them are fighters but they’re two of the most capable demons I know.” At her flat disbelieving stare, he doubled down. “I shit you not! They’ve been running rings behind the harpy’s back for years. Scarlet especially can talk her way out of anything. And Vex is a sneaky bastard that has spooked Stolas more than once.”

Loona looked away, weighing their options. She stalked off to her room, unable to fully suppress the growl in her chest. “One more time. Then I’m rescuing my sister one way or another Blitzø,” she said firmly before retreating behind her door.

“Fuuuuuckin Christ,” Blitzø said under his breath as he fell back onto the floor. Getting chased around by any Hellhound for any reason would make most demons piss themselves. Maybe he should be glad she trusted him enough to fight back?

Whatever, he needed to text Stolas.

Loony sayd ys, axe Skalert and vxe wen thye can go aigin

He didn’t have to wait long for the prince’s reply.

Scarlet says they’ll be able to in three days. She wants to space any excursions out so they don’t seem desperate for anything and I agree. I take it you mentioned the possibilities of obtaining Dina as their audience and a potential phone call if they can? I assume that would be the reason our dear temperamental Moonbeam would agree.

Blitzø hadn’t realized Stolas had given his daughter a nickname. It matched his nickname for Via, Starfire. Despite the stressful situation, it made the imp smile, if only a little.

yeh, seyd shrs gonna gif em 1 moar go, theen sheds recsuung dIna

Oh dear. I understand her urgency but we had best have a plan in place before she destroys the building. Not only is she a formidable melee fighter from what you’ve described, her growing knowledge of the arcane means she has other resources than her physical strength. I don’t think she has quite grasped that as of yet. However, an emotionally volatile confrontation could trigger inadvertent usage of her power.

Gud 2 now my bby grl can kiik ass and expold shirt wth hr brian

Not the reaction I would have expected to discovering one’s daughter can level a city block in a fit of rage, but you never fail to surprise me Blitzy.

>:p <3

<3

Now he had to convince Loona to wait three days.

It helped to remind her that Dina’s safety could hinge on what Loona did (or didn’t) do. That combined with the possibility of a phone call and some actual administrative work for I.M.P. kept her occupied enough.

Scarlet had shifted around her work schedule, letting the rest of the staff know that Vex was taking her out for another date. Stella’s pet Hellhounds were definitely watching all staff members and feeding any news back to her. The household servants had seen the disheveled state the pair returned in last time and the consensus seemed to be they found a new favorite sex club.

Loona and Blitzø were back at the palace for the night. It wasn’t too out of character for him to split his time between the apartment and Stolas’s chambers, but the addition of Loona did result in questioning looks.

“Having to think up plausible excuses for what I do in my own home is getting quite frustrating,” Stolas said once they were ensconced in his chambers. Loona would be using the safe room while Blitzø spent the night with Stolas.

Blitzø was stretched out on the lounge, trying to not check his phone every five seconds. “This would all be a lot fucking easier if you kicked the feather duster out.” Stolas, currently examining the bookshelf, paused to glare at Blitzø. “Just saying’.”

“One crisis at a time darling.” He found the book he was looking for and handed it to Loona. The girl had been pacing around the room, her tail anxiously flicking behind her. “Here we are Moonbeam, read this while we wait. It’s a treatise on sigil enhancement that you should review.”

“Thanks Stolas, but shouldn’t I study it with Via?” The owl shook his head. “She won’t need it until she reveals her sigil. I want her focused on her current subject without adding anything superfluous.” Loona nodded and curled up into one of the chairs.

Her raised hackles, flattened ears, and swishing tail showed her agitation. But as she started puzzling out the runic text, she relaxed somewhat. She was even asking Stolas to clarify a few sections with unfamiliar symbols.

Blitzø started to tune them out; he was miles behind Via in magick knowledge and trying to catch up now seemed silly. Instead he retrieved his sketchbook from the safe room. Drawing his horse OC’s was a much better use of his time.

He was working on his current shipping chart when Vex’s ringtone broke the silence. “Oh shit!” His hand jerked, making an OTP line between Rickyroad and Blue Custard instead of Rickyroad and Maze Window. (Ricky and Blue would never work, they’re both too top even with all the tension from their one night stand.)

He could fix it later. He scampered to the phone and but it on speaker. “Vex? Lety? I’ve got you on speaker.”

“Blitzø, man, it’s good we got here early. Dina here has way too many thirsty fuckers coming round here.” Vex’s voice had a slightly distant quality from being on speaker. “Good thing we tipped so good last time, we got first pick.”

“The fact he basically got a paid night off helped too.” Scarlet was quieter but still audible.

Loona grabbed the phone before anyone else could answer. “Dina’s there? She’s with you now?!” Her voice was shaking and Blitzø could see her struggling to grip the device carefully. She was more than capable of crushing the phone. As it was, his ‘Ride Me’ case acquired new scratches.

There was a choked sob on the other end of the call. Some rustling sounds and soothing words from Scarlet followed. Then, shakily, “L-Loona?” The trio could hear the fear and exhaustion in the voice, mingled with a hint of hope.

“Dina! You’re ok- you’re alive…” Loona had been about to say ‘you’re okay’ but it was obvious her sister wasn’t. “Dina…I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. We’ll get you out! I promise, I’ll save you this time, I tried before but I’ll do it now Dina-“

“No!” Dina’s yelp cut through her sister’s babble. “You can’t come here Loona. Slicker…you don’t know what he’s capable of!” She started breathing rapidly and they could hear the imps help her calm down. Loona had sunk to the floor at Dina’s adamant refusal, looking lost.

A shaky breath came through the phone speaker. “I don’t want you to get hurt by him. I signed a deal when I got here.” Stolas and Blitzø both perked up at the mention of her deal. “Once I pay off my debt I’ll be done with this place.” Blitzø snorted, certain that ‘debt’ was designed to inflate constantly and be unpayable.

Stolas had grabbed the sketchbook and started writing on a blank page. He ignored Blitzø’s protest and held up the book, instructions written in crayon. Loona blinked at her teacher and read it out loud. “Dina, did you make a deal or sign a contract?”

“Huh? What’s the difference…?” It sounded like Vex was urging her to continue. “I signed paperwork?”

Stolas scripted out another question as best he could with the crayon. “Was there any magick involved?” Loona asked slowly, having to parse his handwriting through the thick letters.

A swishing sound. “No, I don’t think so. Loona, what does it matter if it was magickal or not?” Everyone else on both sides of the call sighed in relief.

Loona, near tears of relief herself, managed a reply. “It matters a lot Dina. We can work with a paper contract.” Stolas held a talon to his beak. The Hellhound nodded. “I can’t say too much over the phone. I’ll…work something out. I won’t go on my own!” she said before Dina could object. “Please? Let me try?”

They could hear Dina start to cry. “Okay. Just… please please please be careful. I love you Loona.”

Loona was crying too. “I love you too Dina. We can talk more later.” She handed the phone to Blitzø as they heard rustling on the other end. Vex had his phone back too. The Hellhound curled back up into her chair, face buried in her arms and shoulders shaking.

Blitzø and Vex agreed they’d have another call in the early morning before the imp duo left. By then, Loona and the two men should have some sort of plan. Hanging up, the imp crouched next to his daughter. He didn’t touch her but he did call softly, “Loonie?”

She lifted her head just enough to look at him. “She didn’t want my help, Blitzø,” she managed through sobs. “She ran away from me and told me not to help. I’m the tough one, I’m supposed to protect her.”

Blitzø had to think of what he could possibly say, crouched there with a stricken look. “You’ve been protecting and looking for her because you love her.” She nodded. “She loves you right back. So she wants to protect you however she can. The best way Dina can do that is to keep you away from the bastard she’s got a contract with.”

Loona was still crying, but not as hard now. “I’m not surprised; she’s your sister Loonie. A self sacrificing protective streak seems like a family trait.”

She snorted and wiped her eyes. “Like you should talk Dad.” She saw the mess her running mascara made on her arm. “Fuck, that’s gonna take forever to get out of my fur!”

Stolas ushered her up and toward Blitzø’s room. “Why don’t you get cleaned up? If my darling Blitzy will allow you inside, you can make use of the bath.” Somewhat dazed, Blitzø let her through the door.

“I’m not imagining things, right Floof? She called me ‘Dad.’” Blitzø looked up at Stolas, his eyes big and gleaming with joy.

“Hmm, yes I believe she did. Although I do recommend not pointing that out to her if you ever want to hear it again. Now, let’s discuss our options while Loona washes up.”

By the time Loona reemerged in a sleep shirt and shorts, with the fur on one arm sticking up in weird directions, the other demons felt they had a workable plan. They were debating on the use of a disguise or not.

“Even among the Goetia I am a dashing and memorable figure. Do we really want me to waltz in there as I am?”

“Stolas. Babe. Most demons can’t tell one royal from another unless they work for one.” Blitzø punctuated his words with chops of his hand. “Best bet for intimidating or paying off this creep is to pull rank, so you gotta be there as a royal. We don’t have enough time to practice for fake name and one of us is gonna slip up if we try.”

“Wait, what are you plotting?” Loona shoved her way into the debate. Stolas gave her an overview of their plan. “I mean, I still wanna tear this ‘Slicker’ apart but that’ll probably work? I’m with Blitzø though, no magic disguise.” Stolas started to give a rebuttal but Loona shook her head. “You’ve taught me that the more complex a spell is, the more chances it’ll go wrong. Especially when you add new shit. Pretty sure that applies to the rest of life.” Stolas was left with his mouth hanging open.

“Better close that unless you want me to stick something in it,” Blitzø said, tapping the prince’s chin. “Ugh, gross!” Loona made a face as Stolas’s jaw snapped shut.

“Just wear the least fancy getup you’ve got Floof. No cape, no top hat.” Blitzø paused. “We’ll look through your closet. At least those rompers you like won’t be out of place.”

After that, there wasn’t much to do until Vex called around three in the morning. They each took a nap but couldn’t manage more than that. Stolas gave the valet and maid instructions before they gave the phones to the Hellhound siblings.

“Hey Loona.” Dina sounded calmer at least. Vex and Scarlet must have helped her in the interim. “Looks like tomorrow? Or later today…? You sure they can do it? That we can trust these guys?” The fear was still in her voice, making it thick and shaky.

“Pretty sure. They haven’t kicked me out yet and you know what a bitch I am,” Loona tried to lift her spirits. She was rewarded with a little giggle. It was more nervous than humored but it was better than crying.

“And without me there to give the puppy eyes of forgiveness.” A deep breath and a sigh. “Okay, let’s try it.”

“Just don’t act like you’re expecting anything. Business as normal.”

“I’ve gotten pretty good at that.”

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[heartofhubris]

HIIII tell us abt vik ong i am so interested in hearing abt him

HIIII oh my god my baby

here's what my very special boy looks like, he loves his green hair

Ok so. Some of his story is still filtering in, but I gotta stipulate this with Vik's not a great guy but he's not like. I mean look, it doesn't take much to be a decent person in Halcyon.

So. Vik had been born in Québec, Canada,* in 2238. Though thye started life in the countryside, allowing Vik a robust knowledge of guns and weapons, as well as general care of the land, promotions demanded taht Vik's family move closer into the city. Though none were too happy about the smaller house and the lack of privacy, they made due. His parents' middle management positions allowed for a cushy job if he or his brother, or his 2 sisters so wanted. Most of his siblings turned to Manuel labor instead, and Vik was able to get a decent job as a typist, where he was very happy. Unfortunately, this did lead to some mild arthritis in his fingers, though he does not mention that pain. Vik was well in his 50s by the time that the Groundbreaker and the Hope were about to take off. However, his knowledge from childhood was still marked as a skill if UDL ever wanted to poach him for guard or security details.

Now, still on earth, this is when Vik messed up. Propaganda always gets people. When he started hearing some of the conversations his family and friends were having, he got scared of what could happen, and reported them to the correct officials. Their fines were so high to some of the corporations, that most ended up agreeing to indentured instead of forfeiting their lives. Quickly, he changed from typing at a keyboard to holding a gun and reacquainting himself with looking down the sites on his guns. He fell back in practice quickly, proving himself a valuable asset for the frontier of this celestial system. After all, having the scientists on the Hope die immediately from the flora and fauna wouldn't be that smart.

Most of the people he knew ended up on the Groundbreaker and helped build Terra 2. Quite a few died from raptadons, though some managed to make it through the Fall of Cascadia. Others were kept on the Groundbreaker, but as Vik was the reason that most of his loved ones were even there, he was never mentioned, Ergo, Those that he ends up meeting on the Groundbreaker and Terra 2 have no idea the connection they share (Braxton Hecht was the son of one of his friends). Essentially, in trying to repair the damage he did to everyone he cared about, Vik lost everyone. He hoped that someone on the Hope would be a familiar face, though he functionally knew that he was finally, truly alone in the universe.

Half of his attempt of saving Halcyon, Viktor is mute, and only feels comfort tlaking when his crew is with him in some form. Each of his relationship is flavored slightly differently; with Felix and Parvarti, Vik is at ease and goofy, constantly telling dad jokes and rarely bringing up sad topics. He's always there to remind them they're valuable to him and the rest of the crew. Nyoka and Vik have spent a few too many nights at the table, and if anyone finds them passed out on the table in the morning, it's not mentioned. Ellie tried to keep Vik at arms length, and he respected it, but will still make an effort to remind her that she's still part of the crew.

Now, Vik realized he was gay when he was young, but never found a person who complimented his energy just right. He'd all but given up on finding a long term partner, happy as he was being a paternal figure to some people, and screwing around as he did when he needed someone in bed with him. Then, he met Max and immediately was taken with the anger that the Vicar had. The pure determination took Vik, and he decided within twenty minuets of getting the task to get that journal, that Vik would pull apart that Vicar and build him back up. In no small part, Max was what pushed Vik to actually save the colony, even if he never approached max about it. Vik had already decided this would be his last attempt at love, and if it didn't work, he'd be fine.

Only to end up saving Halcyon with the aide of a mad scientist.

*as a note, Vik is entirely able to speak french. He does not translate the journal Because "it's not french. It's Québécois". It is entirely french. Max walks in on Vik one night reading the journal and it spirals into a fight. They get over it rather quickly by. No. I shant say.

#i still have mroe lroe but like that's the BULK of him #long post #viktor wirth #i love him!!!! #thank you!!! #jhe's so!!! #i lvoe himmmm~!~!!!!! #he fucke udp and is terrible!!!! #ask #hibernationsuit #tyyyyy

[sanjuwrites]

hello on this day of nice asks i would like to ask about the love of my life aishwarya. how did you come up with her, misc trivia (what’s her favorite ice cream flavor, what dish is her absolute weakness, what kinds of books does she love) things you’re going to include in the series and things you’re not i want to know everything pls

oh my god i could go on for ages about her, i love aishu to pieces. i have an entire "aishu begins" style fic in the works, but i am happy to feed you until i finish that one (which wont be for a while lmao)

okay aishwarya rajesh is a heavy combination of people i know in my life, and some of my own personality traits thrown in there. there's a lot to be said about the lack of queer poc/brown women in hollywood, and that was definitely a driving factor of in the creation of her character. she was originally someone i would just write these little scenarios about in the margins of my notebook, going as far back as my freshman year of high school with a couple of other OCs.

ironically, i've always had the same face claim and profession for aish - anupama parameswaran (who is absolutely stunning btw) and paramedic. She evolved as I did, fleshing out into a fully fleshed character over the years.

when i restarted lone star and started engaging in the fandom, i realized that this was a safe space for this character i had shaped into someone i loved so dearly.

anyway enough about how i created her <3

favorite ice cream flavor: has to be haagen-dazs coffee-chip or talenti's chocolate peanut butter cup gelato. she's literally obsessed with chocolate and peanut butter, it's a sureshot way of getting you to forgive her.

favorite dish: aloo paratha, oh my god it's pani puri. whenever tk and carlos did something really stupid, they'd go begging Aparna to help them make aloo paratha so she'd forgive them. once carlos started picking up cooking, carlos started making it himself, picking up so many other recipes. it's a bonding thing for the trio now, where they all go to one of the three houses and make one of aparna's recipes. they absolutely carry this into their adult life, and it's one of aishwarya's favorite traditions that was carried from their childhood.

books she loves: crime thrillers. she's obsessed with them, she thinks there's so goddamn interesting, and she will make carlos read them with her and send him her insane theories (she's right almost 95% percent of the time and it drives carlos nuts) (he doesn't know she reads ahead and actually knows how it ends, and she just likes his reaction) (tk does know this and watches the chaos unfold with his cider every. single. time.)

okay so i've alluded to an aish/iris relationship before, but never really discussed anything, buuuut aish's got an ex-boyfriend, rahul. thye broke up on good terms because rahul realized aish was in love with iris but wasn't ready to confront it yet. they stayed friends and i have not decided yet, but i think they hooked up on and off throughout college, after which iris and aish reconnect again romantically (they do repair their friendship, but they both wanted more)

i'm cutting myself off, because i could tak about her for hours and still have more to share. she's so special to me.

send me more asks about her, please. i love talking about her.

#asked and answered #neha 🩷 #sanjuwrites

[outcasting101]

100 Mob Psycho x Jujutsu Kaisen

Im a big fan of both anime, I have an idea that I think make a good fanfic about Reigen Sensei isn't what he seem, a former of Jujutsu Sorcerer he carry that skill in world of Mob Psycho which explain his 'luck' surviving with his 'psychic', he may not have all the brain but he have the brawn. His not stupid, it just how he is, he long lost to care what other thinks

Reigen sensei isn't technically lying when he said he can't see ghost and ghoul. However he does have experince facing off a curse, same difference. He came from one a outcast clan - the moon of the three major Jujutsu Clan.

He came off a outcast ever since his birth, both of his parent were a star show for the family. A salvation in hope to be accepted back, but ever since his birth consider 'curse' itself, without hesitation both of his parent went away embracing the normally the best they could.

Reigen at least based on his childhood have always been trained, preparing for what he didnt know...til he was given a particular glases just to his liking. His first interaction was curse comes a shock he stumble falling on his butt, eye widened at the sight with fascination and weary. He never really sure his parent mission was real but here it is just through this glases.

He was ecstatic, who couldn't he can be a hero just like his admirable parent. Years after years training, he exceed every training - speed, agility, perception.

His childhood was estranged especially wearing the glasses despite his parent protest wanting their son to at least have childhood within ignorance of the horror surround humanity shadow. Being outcast was never as bad as he thought, sure kid was scared and times were called by their teacher due to his horrifying doodle. They misunderstood, Reigen did exactly what thye told how they individual see the world. Can't an artist draw?

Growing into his adolscent, the worst experince was seeing his father stumbling bloodied on his side of stomach, his mom in hand holding his shoulder rushing to get into the car to...hearing it right Jujutsu Kaisen.

Maybe it was adrenaline but his parent didnt protest, even look scared for him to be left alone. Reigen expeirnce with blood was natural but this was real - his father is dying. This enfueles his mission to become a Jujutsu Soccerer.

Sneaking off exploring, isolated meeting with a white heard dude, they could get along; and a blond hair who loves bread and money, Reigen can relate. He barge within principal office begged him to allow him enrolled in this amazing school. If he couldn't get within normal school, magic school, should be better, right?

Facing off that stupid green bear, he did it batter and bruises he still hold on...

"I get to see, something, something no one else can't see. Why should I unsee it, when it call seem to fun, so new"

"So your reason just to fill in your fantasy"

"I mean, is there any more reason I should know" Both hand on hips, with his eye serious toward the principle. His face scrowl slightly fire with determination.

"At least your honest" Sight the principle, standing up smiling proudly. "Welcome to Jujutsu Highschool, this isn't everyday to get person with no curse acceoted within this school. We can prepare you cursed weapon and glases-"

"No thanks, this is just fine" Clicking showed his steal thine glasses. Smiling proudly. "never go out without this"

"Your parent must raise you proudly of their heritage"

"haha you got it right Sensei, there is never a day without curse story on dinner plate. So where do I start"

"Heh, Welcome to hell kid, better get used to it". Voice have not change from his monotone introduction, weird way to joke.

"I was born ready"

He was successful, showing proudly of his steeled glasses up his eye, managing to the grumpy cat - Nanami butcher knife. Reigen chosen. He chosen knukle, both gold shine pride on the higest sun. Training was harsh but thanks to his parent, he was flying by the win.

That was until, a mission killed them, death was very common, every week, at least one...Reigen was fine, both side clunches but he was fine, he was completely.

Reigen

87% before murder rave.

Reigen was smart, he knew protest and action was in vain. At least - at least he can at least see the autopsy of his parent and find whatever curse they were battling.

At night sky show the moon in blue express it deapest adolences more than anyone Reigen associated with. His friend was busy set off with month mission, he can;t blame them with thier curse they are sure to overthrow him. He wasn't jelous, he knew the limitation he have wihout curse technique, at least he have some good muscle.

Better muscle and magic he always say.

While sliding within the higher house listening intensly at the group of senior bickering and debating... His parent, a set up, they THEY!

The taste of death was vague, never he have thought he would have life within his finger tips. The were tough, more would come. Reigen

Regein

REIGEN

REIGEN

Working within the Cooler company was something else, as he suspected - booring. He really really rather die, and that saying something considering where is is form. Where the victim is better of straight to death door than whatever meticulous action curse are capable of interfering human natural life.

Starting og a medium with his carefree attitude he learn to facade. better to seem dumb to get issue off than stand out and be the target of everyone pressure. Well choosing this job was as not exactly fun, at least he got payed. it not like he's hurting everyone, no one wanted a explanation they wanted superticion. An ignorant mind cannot be open unless one's allow it so.

So why not play by their rule, that until he met Mob. A good kid, good for exploiting too. Can you blame him quick money mean quick treat for both of them. Reigen gotten quite the bond, could even say teen sitter.

He met claw, he beat the shit out of them. he wasn't stupid he can feel the power flow surround him, knwoing Mob power it didn't surprise him.

Evil again Evil, there he gamble his 'luck' and oblivious attitude to go within life until the day he die.

Plus, that red guy bought him a guy another cowoker to work with, with Mob he is sure adulthood woudl be one hell of a crisis. He rather to have Mob to have a smooth transistion.

Teen stage is hard going to adulthood is another problem to solve.

He was satisfied, satisfied with his profound business family. He was glad he could say be can die from it -

On the break he encounter Jujutsu messenger requesting him to enroll in hope his school, to exercise curse - a real curse. Why angrily, he shaken from anger and even fear.

Both his past brought up during his mission, ignoring the stranger and worry stare from his found family. he rather not have them within his conflicted life.

"Sensei, who was that man"

"Si-sir wouldn't you rather talk about it with us, you know...you can trust us"

"What are you hiding dimwhip"

Reigen staring at his desk, his head support both hardm intertwine on his forhead. He was sweating his eye in motion coping his overflowing anger. Focusing his head up with his busines smile, so welcoming, so fake - having them give him peace; a little bit nontheless.

"Ah nothing, have a breack you thre. Pay here consider this a bonus from your hard work"

The bucket head kid, eye shown hiddenw orry despite his monoton voice. "But sensei you told us, we have alot of clie-

"Ah Ah, not to worry. With my amazing psychic, you all will be only in my way. Pushing them three off. He there stand alone, sunken feeling surround a room that seem to stretch endlessly. Reigen was shaking no longer can hold it anymore, he rather have it all taken to those monster instead. Vision transition to the blood splatters, yells and anger surround him. Reigen thrown himself at the sit, sighing he should be preparing right now.

He was prepare to go to Tokyo, what else do you think he was investing all the money. He knew no matter how much he run...he can at least leave a final paycheck for them all to continue to inherit his buisiness. they can get of hang of it Reigen thought, smiling sadly, he leaves a note, he reather not have sobbing goodbye, or even nevermind.

Nothing woudl matter once he step into the other world. What he didnt take account is the ammount of care his messy family may or may not track him down determine to not let hims get away his life scot free without a proper explanation even adopt into the new world of the Jujutsu Kaisen.

Look like this useless Sensei would have his follower face the danger by his side. he can finnaly be derseving of standing them on the frontgate of humanity shadow.

#jujutsu #jujutsu kaisen x 100 mob psycho #100 mob psycho reigen #crossover #curse #curses #prompt #series #idea #story idea #my prompt #jujustu kaisen #heaven restriction #heaven restriction Reigen #Dimple #Serizawa #Mob #mob psycho reigen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu nanami #cw: gore #heartwarming #family #found family #dead parent #magic #psychic #suicide #reckless #dimple

[late-to-the-fandom]

11, 16, 17 for your Maw Walker?

Thank you for these. This mental block I have right now is like having blood drawn; not life threatening but miserable and seemingly unending.

11. What expectations were placed on your muse as a child? Who had those expectations for your muse? How did your muse feel about them? The Maw Walker did experience high expectations from the people around her to live up to the high standard for social and political prowess her mother set. But it is important for me to note that these expectations did not come from her parents themselves. Had her mother lived long enough, she would have been a staunch advocate for the Maw Walker to forge her own path and not simply live in her shadow, and her father - for all his flaws - cared much more about his work than political power games and after his wife's death, really more abandons his daughters than places any undue pressure on them. The pressure to be as good as her mother came more from an unhealthy response to her mother's death than anything anyone else forced on her. 16. If your muse could say one thing to their childhood self, what would they say? Would your muse want to meet their childhood self in the first place? The Maw Walker really does not have a healthy perspective on this. She would absolutely want to meet her childhood self, and she would give her a written list of every mistake she's going to make throughout her life and the ways to avoid them/fix them, and would expect her childhood self to follow those instructions to the letter. She has thought way too much about this.

17. How is your muse with kids now? Do they want kids of their own? What lessons from their childhood would thye pass on to the next generation? The Maw Walker is secretly very good with kids (she did raise one), but it is a secret because she does NOT like to take care of them or interact with them in anyway. This is 100% front, because children remind her of her sister and the memories upset her. She remains pretty adamant that she does not want children of her own because she doesn't think she could love one as much as she loved her sister.

#ask games #writing games #my writing #renathal x maw walker #headcanons

[celestial-astro]

Hey hi Mg 🖤 again ok hopefully this makes it

It's a general fs reading with everything I can get for you

I see someone average to tall height, thick arms, especially biceps and a muscular body. They are not lean not chubby, either they are more muscular of they keep they body like that. Although I also feel they are not very big on exercise despite what their biceps say. I feel they are someone who just stepped into their career path, someone who took a new job and is just starting. They may not be happy with it as it may not be what they expected or the level of salary they wanted or could be even the position, thye feel lost and sad, their job may not be as much of a concerning sad factor it seems more about the fact they stepped into a new territory and it's all new. So they feel lost and a little down, I see someone standing at a party with drink in hand waiting to go home. They seem tad bit perfectionist, ambitious and money minded, not too money minded but they sure value it like you do need it then why pretend like you don't. I hear finance loud and clear so it could be related to their career field or they are interested in stocks or maybe curious about stock market and it's hype. I also feel they hang out with that crowd, like no walll street guys but average Joe interested in trading.

I hear ARIES, and mars dom. ESFP/INFP. For 18+ they didn't give much except they like it to be based on emotional connect than anything. They did have flings or sexual encounters with others but they felt empty or no bond they hope to have with their partner. I don't think they are so big on love and have this idea of finding their soulmate or someone who understands them. I see them realistic when it comes to love, and emotionally a little guarded too. You may introduce them to Spirituality. I heard" BABY LETS GO" like they are whining for you to get ready to go to some party, I feel you are going to be the privately happy couple but have their individual personality outside of this partnership. They may not be as lost as they are now about their career and life when they meet you. Sure are stubborn.

I hope you enjoy this.

For me I was hoping to get anything you get about my future spouse but particularly what our relationship dynamic be like and if you are not a minor I wouldn't mind 18+ too, and maybe some sentences you hear them saying to me in the future.

Also I mentioned in one of my previous asks that didn't reach you that I am enjoying this exchanges god bless.

Hi Mg🖤!

I apologize for replying late. I was finishing up the game I have on the blog.

For you I'm getting:

Your spouse might be someone that people would consider to be very lucky. They might have some opportunities that just land on their lap. They might also be an optimistic type of person. They are the types that would believe that everything will work out in their favor at the end. I'm seeing dark hair. Average to tall height, slightly more olive skin. They might have been an ENFP in childhood, but changed into ENTJ in adulthood.

Your relationship dynamic: It will generally be a lively relationship. You will enjoy each other's company. You might enjoy socializing together. You will most likely be each other's +1 at family gatherings, work events, or anything social happening in your lives. This connection is also very romantic. They might see an idealistic version of you. They might place you on a pedestal and just adore you. There is also a great deal of generosity with each other. You will have a very practical, simple, yet effective relationship dynamic. There is mutual respect and kindness towards one another.

For 18+: I'm not getting much, other than they might prefer to be more dominant. They like the feeling of control. They might also have a sensory-deprivation kink (blindfolds in particular).

I hope you like your reading! 🌸✨ Thank you for the exchange!

#exchange asks

[ohkraken-a]

it took arian until they were about 18, 19, to be, at the least, understanding of the concept in regards to their nonbinary-ness. their life, since young childhood, has been a series of changes and transitions; born a female, ( and even beyond that, born nonnhuman, ) arianrhod was transformed into a human in order to fulfill the role of child surprise unto their maternal uncle, math: a sea witch who, before them, had also undergone transformation to change from fucusya to human ( and beyond that, to witcher. ) 

from a young age, surrounded by ( although some other nonhumans, ) a high majority of men, arianrhod struggled with their gender; it was never as though math attempted to raise them as a man or to necessarily hide the fact that they were born female, but there was always a certain disconnect arian had in terms of gender and what it meant to them when it came to what was generally expected of women. as they got older, as they would meet other women, particularly ones who dressed or acted more “traditionally feminine”, arianrhod found they did not feel any sort of connection with them in regards to a shared gender; they did not feel comfortable with using the word women growing up, because they did not like using that word while thinking they were to be included in the general statement.

upon turning 18/19, arian first came to terms with the idea that they didn’t have to be a woman; by that time, although many people would refer to them as a “woman grown”, they had accepted the fact that they did not feel as though the term woman could truly apply to them. they realized they did not have to be a woman, while also understanding that they did not feel themselves a man; resolutely neither, it was at this time that they first considered that there was another option out there for them.

as time went on, as thye grew older and grew more accomplished as a witcher, arianrhod began to feel out and understand their own relationship with their gender, their disconnect from a perceived womanhood they did not feel, and a better idea of their own comfort levels, what they were capable of hearing when it came to gendered terms.

after arian had bought their keep in kovir, they began utilizing the dual role of lady arianrhod, claiming ladyship over the land they’d purchased; with this, they would change their appearance to present more feminine, wearing dresses, putting on makeup, and doing their hair. then, lady arianrhod would travel to higher-end functions and feasts, alongside their companion, lord peredur of poviss, using this as an ‘in’ so they could get information about potential contracts nobles were putting out, effectively utilizing their ladyship as a disguise and weaponizing a womanhood they did not personally feel in order to get higher payouts as a witcher.

#; hc ( arianrhod ) #time to depersonalize myself and experience my thoughts and feelings regarding my own gender through my oc #although unlike arian it took me until i was 29 to finally address that

[hogwartshouses2020]

The Slytherin Misfit

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

It was hard being a potter and a slytherin. Especially for Jame’s twin. You were always slightly different. But nobody noticed or cared then. They care too much now. The minute you were sorted into slytherin, your brother hated you. The rest of your family tried to be accepting at first, but something in their gaze changed. You could see the slight reservation and worry in their gaze every time they looked at you.

The summer of your first and second year they tried, but their smiles towards you weren’t as unreserved and warm. You both desperately tried to get along, but soemthing has shifted that couldn’t be fixed. The summer of your third year you both gave up and it elapsed into slightly awkward silence when it was just you and your parents. You stayed in your room most of the time anyways, so it was alright.

Your brother, on the other hand hated you the minute you were sorted into slytherin. You tried to talk to him several times that year. He never shifted. So you gave up. And pretended to hate him back. You never succeed though. In a small way, you still wanted to be like when you were younger. Carefree and happy with your family and your brother.

Shaking those useless thoughts off, Caterina Potter shook herself fully awake. She’d dreamt of them last night, when they’d been eight and had messed around on brooms together. They’d been so happy...No. Not a useful thought. Thing were the way they were and can’t be changed. He hated her. And she hated him. That was all there was to it.

“Caterina! Hurry up, or there’ll be no food left!” Jane, one of your best friends yelled up the staircase.

“Yeah, or we’ll leave without you!” Your other best friend, Lithia yelled

“Coming!” You yelled as you ran down the staircase whilst adjusting your tie.

“Why am I friends with such loud people?” Complained your other best friend, Emilia

“Oh, stop complaining, you love us really!” Teased Jane

You had all been friends since first year, when you’d been in the same compartment as Jane and Lithia when your bother had abandoned you to go sit with his friends. You became friends with Emilia and Roslinda when they found you crying in the girl’s bathroom after James cold shouldered you for the first time. They were your best friends in the world, and you would do anything for each other. Whoever said slytherins only served their own interests were grievously wrong. It wasn’t very easy to become close with a slytherin, but once you did, they’d be loyal till the end. Griffindors never even try to see past the masks and shields though. Then again, those masks and shield existed because of people like them. It was an endless cycle. At least most Ravenclaws knew not to succumb to ancient prejudices and as a result, they were often friends of slytherins. Your friend Roslinda was a Ravenclaw but the rest of them were slytherins who shared a dorm room with you.

Ten minutes after you got to the great hall with your friends, Dumbledore stood up.

“Good Morning students! I am sorry to be interrupting your meal, however, I have a rather important announcement to make. In liue of house unity, we will be starting a new class for sixth years. If this is successful, it will become a class for first years as well then perhaps eventually for all years. We will be paring pupils from different houses up in groups of four or five and you will have to complet varies assignments and tasks in those groups. You will be getting a mark for this class, and this does affect your class average. Consider this motivation to try hard. Anyway, I’ll let you get back to your meal, breakfast, after all, is the most important meal.”

Your friends glanced at each other warily. “Think there’s any chance we’ll be paired up?” Lithia asked

“Maybe....I mean, I’m guessing it’s equal number of people from each house, so maybe.

“Hey guys! Have you noticed? Our timetables just updated to include this class! And... oh no. We have this with the griffindors.” Roslinda exclaimed, running over to them.

“I hope we don’t get paired with them..” Jane said glancing slightly worriedly at Caterina. The them of course referee to the marauders, who hated them, and who they hated back. It was like a miniature war at school.

Caterina shrugged. “Even if we do, it’s no big deal, we’ll just make a truce for that class and hope they see reason.” At her friends’ skeptical looks she added “Or just hex and threaten them into a truce.”

Her friends looked slightly more satisfied with this alternative solution.

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In their eighth period, they all walked into this new class apprehensively awaiting their fate for the rest of the year. Only minutes after they sat down, the sirius and James sauntered into the room with Remus walking after them and peter trotting pathetically behind them. The two groups glared at each other before Sirius smirked and thye sat down. At that moment, the new professor walked in. She looked like a very cheerful and optimistic person, with honey brown hair swept mostly into a bun and very light brown eyes. She was wearing a formal suit with a tight black skirt and a white shirt with a formal black suit jacket.

“Good morning everyone! My name is professor Anderson and I’ll be teaching this class. The only three rules I will enforce are that :

1) There will be no prejudice of any kind in this classroom and you will be civil at all times

2) There is to be no cheating of any kind

3) You are expected to be on time and to hand in work on time. You are not to skip classes without a legitimate reason.

Please understand that a breach of these rules will result in punishment.”

She has walked over to the desk whilst she said this and now seeemd to cheer up immensely.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I’ll be telling you your groups !”

She either didn’t notice the nervous tension in the air, or she ignored it and carried on.

“ Louise Johansson, Penelope Dawin from griffindor with Lawrence Sohrin and Ambrosius Cadwin from Slytherin. Please sit over there.” She pointed to a row of desks in front of her and motioned for the students sitting there to get up and when they had sat down she continued.

“ Leopald Tasin and Samual Damien from slytherin with Heather Clarence, Ashley Beaumont and Laura Greenwood of Griffindor. Please sit over there.”

She gesture to a cluster of desks again and they sat down. Caterina and her friends were practically at the edge of there seats, though they were careful not to look worried and only looked vaguely interested.

“Do you see how she’s picking two or three of each gender form each house? Maybe we’ll end up together!”Lithia whispered to Caterina.

“I hope we will” She whispered back.

“Our next group, Caterina Potter and Emilia Cathwright from slytherin with”

They two friends high fived, exuberant, then waited with bated breath for the grififndirs to be called.

“—with James Potter and Remus Lupin.”

“What?!” Exclaimed both Caterina and James

The teacher looked a little taken aback but replied “Well, I thought, since you’re obviously siblings, it might be easier for you two to be together and bring your friends together.” It was true, even without their last names, they looked quite alike. They both had the same jet balk hair, but where James wore it short and ruffled, she wore it straight down and long or half up in a bun with curls on her shoulder when she was being formal. She also sometimes put it up in a pony tail when she didn’t want the hair bothering her. They had the same coloring and good looks, but where her brother had brown eyes, she had a stricking light turquoise mixed with a little grey. Overall, she was quite as attractive as her brother, although he failed to see or acknowledg it.

Caterina and James were now glaring at each other, each with their friends glaring at the others friends.

Lawrence raised his hand. “With all due respect Professor Anderson, those two have hated each other since they were sorted into separate houses.”

Professor Anderson seemed somewhat surprised but said “ Well in that case, you can use this class to reunite with your sibling and get to know each other better. Please sit over there.”

Caterina and James sat with Remus and Emilia in between them and ignored the other.

Professor Anderson said next “Sirius Black and Lily Evans from griffindor with Jane Audrey and Lithia Walters.”

There want as violent a reaction this time, but they still glared at each other with distrust and hatred as they sat down.

She continued assigning the other groups and then told them of their first task.

“Now, your first task will be to learn about the people in your group and next week you will have a test on various things about them, such as their favorite color, childhood memorie, game Ect. Please use the rest of this lesson to get to know each other better.”

A tense silence fell over their little group, until Emilia kicked Caterina under the table and shot her a glance. She got the hint and schooled her face into neural disinterest. Remus was the one who broke the silence.

“How about we each find out what we already know about each other? Caterina, whould you like to go first?”

Now, although most people would have reacted violently to your enemy’s friend, Caterina was not this kind of person. She was always polite and had a graceful and elegance about her that could be seen in whatever she did. She was also usally quite warm and charming, however, her brother and his friends had never seen this side of her as she always put up her politely reserved mask whenever they were around and tended to look at either the floor, or hyper focus on soemthing, liek her friends’ face or her books. It also happened that she never quite disliked Remus, as he seemed quite nice and didn’t really discriminate. If he hadn’t been one of his brothers best friends, she would probably have been his friend. And so, she smiled, nodded and replied

“Alright, I already know everything about Emilia, so I won’t go into that, I know James’s favorite color is bright griffindor red, he is a chaser for the griffindor quidditch team, his best subject is transfiguration, he hates and bullies snape, his best friend is Sirius, he hates slytherins, he hexes people in the corridors ,he likes stalking and chasing lily evens who has rejected him numerous times, he likes running a hand in his hair to look ‘cool’, he is arrogant, he gets drunk at hogs mead very often and his friendship group which consists of you two, Sirius and peter is called the marauders. As for Remus, he likes reading, is often unwell, is friends with lily evens and is a prefect with almost perfect scores in every subject.”

And with this, she calmly said, “Would you like to go next Remus?”

Remus and James were staring at her as though she just said she wanted to be a purple jaguar when she got older.

“H-How do you know that much about me?!” James chocked out, seeming to forget off a moment that he hated her.

She shrugged, “I’m observant. And anyways, you’re still my brother whether you like it or not.”

James seems to remember his hatred again. Shock must have attributed to his loss of it seconds before. “I bet you just wanted blackmail material, you filthy snake.” He spat.

She merely raised an eyebrow “I thought siblings were supposed to know each other at least a little.”

“Why would I bother learning anything about you?” James replied in a disgusted and cold tone.

Seeing Caterina about to say something, Remus hastily cut in. “Alright! James, how about you got next?”

“Sure. Emily is friends with Caterina, she—”

There was a very long and awkward pause as James tried to think of one fact about her. Emilia broke the silience yet again.

“It’s actually Emilia, Potter.” She said, politely, yet with a cold edge. After all, this was Caterina’s brother who made her life hell and who made upset her countless times.

James flushed red with embarrassment, but managed to still sound cold. “Wouldn’t matter to me. You’re just another worthless snake.”

Emilia sighed almost inaudibly, but Remus’s keen ears picked it up, and guessed that her patience was starting to wear thin.

“How about we make a deal? No one is to insult anyone else. We are all to be civil.” At this hw glared at James. “We all want a good grade, so let’s all try our best, okay?”

Everyone nodded including James, although his nod was barely perceptible and tight.

“Class over everyone! Now, just before you go, to help you get along, you will now share quarters and your new quarters will include a common room and living room. To help prevent any mishaps, magic is not allowed in these rooms, so you will essentially be living like a muggle. You will also be eating meals in your rooms together. You have already each been given keys to your rooms they are on your desks and the rooms are located on the newly built ninth floor. Class dismissed!” She waved goodbye at the class with a cheerful smile.

“So, we’ll be living together.” Stated Emilia as they walked to their new quarters. “Since we’ll be living together, I see no reason why we should still be hostil. Let’s start over shall we? Blank slate. And Caterina? Let’s stop holding back!” She finished.

“Why? They’ll just use it against us later on.” Responded Caterina whilst the other two listened curiously.

“Even if they do, who’ll believe them?” Asked Emilia

“I suppose.....Alright. Clean slate. We don’t know each other.” And with that the mask dropped mostly. What remained was a girl with a warm smile, bright, slightly wicked eyes and her entire body language shifted from elegant, charming and reserved to a slightly wicked cheerfulness and warmth. The charm was still there, however it just seemed a little bit more strong and wickedly alluring. She seems almost completely different. She smirked at how Remus and James were staring at her. She may have used a little magic to direct the light so that it fell on her in the best possible way, she also may have enhanced her looks a little with magic. She didn’t regret it when she saw them now. It was like they were in a trance.

“ I—Wow.” That was all Remus managed to day before he blinked and rubbed his eyes and snapped out of the trance he was in.

“Stop staring like that, brother. That’s incest.”

James hadn’t snapped out of his trance but at that comment he did.

“I wasn’t — I don’t —That’s gross!”

Emilia was smirking with her. And she raised an eyebrow but said nothing as they arrived at their rooms. They opened the door.

#James has a slytherin sister #slytherin sister #James potter #james has a twin #james has a slytherin twin sister #Caterina Potter #Sirius Potter #remus lupin #marauders era #OC x regulus #oc x regulus black #house unity #defend slytherin #Marauders era fanfiction #fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #james’s sister fanfiction #regulus x potter #regulus x james’s sister #harry potter

[dangan-your-ronpa-imagines-blog]

Mondo, Fuyuhiko and Hoshi’s Crush with Hanahaki Disease

Let me tell you, any ask that has Mondo, Fuyuhiko and Hoshi in it, is a blessing. A. FUCKING. BLESSING.

Also, this is my first time writing something with Hanahaki so I hope it isn’t too crappy,,

- Mod Kaede

Mondo Oowada

The flowers started to appear one evening while you were talking with Mondo and suddenly you felt your throat closing up. You quickly excuse yourself for a moment before going into a coughing fit.

As you cough violently, flower petals started to fall from your mouth and it was at that moment that you knew you were in trouble.

The petals were from Striped Carnation, they symbolize refusal. Heh, fitting.

After going back to Mondo, acting like nothing happened,  he was noticeably worried, but you told him that it was nothing and decided to brush it off.

And things went like that for a while, at one moment the two of you were just hanging out, and the next moment you were excusing yourself to cough your lungs out with the almost unbearable pain increasing by the second you cough bloody petals, going back to Mondo looking paler every time and telling him not to worry about it.

You were thinking to keep going like that while you were arranging an appointment to get the surgery. Because there was just no way that Mondo Oowada, leader of the Crazy Diamonds, and a closet sweetheart, could reciprocate your feelings, and you were not about to ruin your friendship with him because of some stupid, one-sided love.

Mondo on the other hand, was worried sick. He noticed how everytime you excused yourself and came back you looked more and more pale and it was worrying him to death. How could he not worry, though? You were his crush! The most important person in his life!

He couldn’t exactly tell what was wrong, but he definitely knew something was wrong and that something seems to be taking a big stoll on you.

One day, while you were waiting for Mondo near the school gates, you started to feel that feeling of petals making their way through your throat, and soon enough, you were having a coughing fit, and it was noticeable worse than the others. Your time was running out and you needed to get the surgery soon.

It was also at that exact moment when Mondo saw you on your knees, coughing your heart out, pain clear as day on your face. Without second thought he ran up to you and kneelt beside you, and at that very moment, he saw you were coughing up blood and... petals?

“Y/N you... you have hanahaki?” For who..?

Damn.

All of your fears came true at once. Mondo just discovered the reason you were looking so sick and you wanted the earth to swallow you.

You don’t have other choice. You have to tell him the truth. You have to tell him that you had Hanahaki Disease and it was for him. You have to hear the inevitable rejection that’s about to come.

Between heavy breaths, you mustered up the courage to finally do it.

“M-Mondo... I-I have..ha-hanahaki... f-for you.”

What.

“Wh-what does that-”

“I l-love you, Mondo.”

And that was it. You finally said it. It was the time your crush is going to reject you and tell you to go get the surgery and completely ruin your friendship, and that is going to be a pain worse than the itchy feeling in your throat and burning of your lungs.

“I-I-”

Taking a look of his face, you noticed that it took a deep tone of red as he stuttered out words you still didn’t comprehend.

“Y-Y/N I-I...” He took a deep breath and...

“ILOVEYOUTOOWHYDIDN’TYOUTOLDMEABOUTHISBEFOREI’MSORRYFORBEINGSOBLINDDON’TDIE”

It took you a moment to fully understand what he just said, and when you did you could feel your chest getting lighter as your face was becoming warm.

“I-I... You...” He felt the same. He, Mondo Oowada, your crush, reciprocate your feelings. You can’t help but think this isn’t real, it doesn’t seems real, but it is. All of those lonely days are going to end. All those times when you choke on those petals, trying to swallow the pain, are finally over. And you couldn’t be happier.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

You’ve been spitting out Alstroemeria petals for quite a while now, the flower of friendship. You personally think it’s hilarious.

You and Fuyuhiko have been friends since you were kids, and the thought of one of you falling for the other never seemed to cross your mind.

Well you were wrong.

You realized that while you were coughing up its bloody petals after spending the majority of the day with him.

Needless to say, you were surprised.

But then again, why? It’s the typical anime trope of the childhood friends where one of them loves the other but doesn’t have the guts to say it.

After the petals began to appear, your emotions were at loose.

You were torn between telling him you have hanahaki or telling him you had hanahaki, and you better decide quick because you don’t know how long will you manage to keep excusing yourself everytime you hang out. Plus, you’re pretty sure Peko knows something’s up and if she finds out about the hanahaki she’s gonna tell Fuyuhiko and you don’t want that. Yet.

One month has passed and you think you know what to do.

You’re going to confess to Fuyuhiko.

This thing of throwing up bloody petals is a pain, but a pain you could cope with, until a full Alstroemeria appear, that was all you need it to make up your mind and take the chance to confess. And... even if your feelings were rejected, you’ll be getting that weight off your chest.

It’s not like it has been better for Fuyuhiko, though.

This last month you’ve been acting... off. You don’t want to hang out with him like you used to, when he approaches you you flinch and make an excuse to leave, dammit, you don’t even want to be around Peko!

It’s just... Is someone threatening you? Are you afraid of him? Did... Did he do something to hurt you in some way? Why are you so suddendly avoiding him?

Arg! It’s so frustrating not knowing the reason behind your odd behavior towards him!

Well, you know what thye say, if you can’t do something for yourself, make your swordswoman do it for you.

And so he does. He sends Peko to spy on you investigate the reason of your sudden 180! It takes time, because whatever you’re hiding you’re hiding it good, but Peko finally has an answer for him.

“Y/N has Hanahaki Disease.”

What..

Peko said she found a few bloody flower petals near places where you’ve been, and some blood splatters in your clothes, she even once found a full flower completely stained with blood in one of the drawers of your room.

Fuyuhiko... Is not really happy about it. He knew what the Hanahaki Disease was because he heard Mikan talk about once, he remembers her words clear as day.

“T-The Hahahaki Disease is an illness born from o-one-sided love, wh-where the patient throws up and c-c-coughs up f-flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. T-The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings dissapear along with the petals, though it can also be removed if the infected person c-c-confesses to the person they’re in love with and said person reciprocate their feelings. If  the feelings are not reciprocated or if the person doesn’t take get the surgery to remove it, they could die... AH! I-I-I’m so s-s-s-sorry for talking so much!”

One-sided love... Wait. One-sided love?! You-! You... love someone..and is not him..? No, wait! That’s not important right now, you could die!

After this horrible realization, Fuyuhiko runs to your place as fast as his legs could go and practically bangs at your door until you open it.

“Fuyuhiko? W-What are you doing h-?”

“Y/N I know you have hanahaki and you’re going to get the surgery!”

“Wait, you... You know..? How?”

“That’s... not important. But you’re going to take the surgery and I don’t fucking care how expensive it is, I won’t let you die because of some jackass!”

“But, Fuyuhiko...” Okay, here goes nothing. “You’re the jackass I’m in love with.”

Oh. Wait what?!

Alright his face is completely red now. He’s not responding.

“Jackass?!”

There we go.

He, in his own tsundere Fuyuhiko way, tells you he loves you, too, “...dumbass.”

Well, this outcome is very much more pleasant than getting the surgery now, is it?

Ryoma Hoshi

From now on, you hate Blue Roses. They embody the mysterious and the desire for the unattainable, and practically say “I can’t have you but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

It’s almost funny how fitting that description is. You can’t have him but you can’t stop thinking about him.

You had a big crush on Ryoma Hoshi, also known as ‘Killer Tennis’, the man who took down an entire mafia by himself with only his tennis racket and a steel tennis ball to avenge his loved ones. Also a big cat lover.

You didn’t think it could happen. You didn’t want it to happen.

Though it was true, you have feelings for him, but were planning on keeping that secret to the grave, you didn’t think you’d get hanahaki for anyone, let alone Hoshi! Of all people, you choose the man with no will to live and whose heart was already shattered to pieces by his own cockiness.

You couldn’t help it though, it was bound to happen, honestly. You hung out with him, talk to him, listen to him, tried to be his rock, shared candy cigarettes, unknowingly stared at him when he wasn’t paying attention, appreciating his features and enjoying his mere presense- Wow.

Well that pretty much explains it.

If you had to choose between confessing your feelings for him, getting the surgery, or just let some stupid flowers grow up in your lungs while they slowly kill you? You’d choose to confess, even if it broke your heart.

You didn’t want to get rid of the warm feeling in your chest you felt everytime you were around him, even though the only thing you felt in your chest now was a burning, annoying sensation and your throat closing up with petals and blood.

You managed to hide it for a few days, but you were so pent up in being with him that it was becoming kind of difficult to keep hiding it, and that soon came to bite you in the ass.

In one of your free times with Hoshi, you felt the itchy feeling of the petals makig their way through your throat, and soon enough you were having a coughing fit, right in front of him.

While you were choking on petals, Hoshi kept a hand on your back while rubbing it, trying to help you somehow like you had helped him all those times.

It was at that moment, when Hoshi saw the blood-stained petals coming out of your mouth, that he comprehend everything.

So that’s why you were looking so pale lately, and why you were excusing yourself to go to somewhere else so suddenly and then came back looking sick. You have Hanahaki, huh... That explains some things... Alot of things, actually.

He waited until you coughing fit had finally ceased to ask question while you were trying to catch your breath.

“Hey.. wanna talk about it?” He didn’t wait for a reply, not like you could give any at the moment. “So, Hanahaki, huh? If you don’t mind me askin’, can I know how long you’ve had it? And... for who?” He didn’t wanted to hear the answer to that one.

Now you could get away with some excuse, now you had to tell him the truth. Taking another deep breath, you left the cat out of the bag.

“R-Ryoma, I know for what you’ve been through... And I know how much you had to suffer from what happen, but... - and I’m sorry to say this - After all this time we’ve spend together, I could help but... develop feelings for you, romantic feelings, and I’m sure you already know this but, I have Hanahaki Disease... for you.”

“I-I understand if you don’t feel the same! I kind of expected it, I only wanted to tell you that, and, well, hear what you have to say about it..” At some point, you started to tear up.

It took a moment for Hoshi to let everything you said sink in before repliying.

“Heh... You may hate me for saying this, but I’m kinda relieved. Don’t get me wrong, though. I am sorry that you had to go through all this... pain because of me, but I’m glad my feelings are not one-sided.”

“What...?”

“Should’ve phrased that differently?”

“Uh, Ryoma, are- are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I feel the same? Yeah. I never thought someone would fall for a guy like me, nor did I thought that I could ever love someone again, but you prove me wrong, Y/N. All those times we spend together made my day brighter, it felt... nice. That’s something I never thought I’d feel again, but thanks to you, now I do.”

“Ryoma...”

He chuckled. “I’ve still got a ways to go, huh? Well.. I hope you don’t regret your decision to love a guy like me, Y/N.”

Oh you won’t regret it, that’s for sure.

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[lickmeleclerc]

|Missed Connections| H.O {Chapter 1}

Characters: Harrison Osterfeild x Female Reader

Summary: A lost phone, Two strangers, and one missed connection

Playlist: here

Warnings: cussing

 Harrison’s leg bounces up and down anxiously in a fast motion as he sits flush against the hard plastic chairs. He moves his gaze from his knotted hands to the others in the room. Some were holding the script and practicing lines, others chatting with one another, and then there’s him trying to calm himself down before his name is called. A buzz in his pocket distracts him as he grabs his phone but when the screen lights up as his thumb brushes the home button no notifications are seen. Again, he feels a buzz and he realizes it's the strangers phone. When he grabs it to silent it his eyes land on her lock screen, its silhouette photo of her standing by the ocean her figure has his heart skip a beat but he quickly shifts his gaze to see a reminder about some deadline and he hopes her computer is linked to her phone cause he really doesn’t know how he’ll get it back to her but he hopes its a face to face encounter.  

“Harrison Osterfeild.” His name rings through the room of awaiting actors and he stands sliding the item into his back pocket. A sigh leaves his lips as he urges his nerves into excitement.

“Hi nice to meet you guys.” He greets them with a handshake and a nod. They seem to like his looks and the first impression as himself is good, they just need to see if he can act.

“Okay we’ll start with Act two scene two.” The casting director calls. He nods and licks his lips as he stands in front of them and begins his rehearsed lines. His American accent isn’t the most natural thing in his performance but the effort is there and they can see it.

“Thank you for coming in today Harrison we hope you look forward to our call.” The man speaks the good news as Harrison wraps up. His smile is true and honest as he nods and leaves them to continue their auditions. He could leap for joy that it turned out so well. He reaches into his pocket for his phone so he can call his agent but ends up grabbing the wrong phone with the large smile still plastered on his face he kisses the phone calling it his lucky charm and then pulls the correct item out to make the call.

“Y/n! Get in here.” Her bosses voice rings throughout the office, the mail boy passing by gives her a look that resembles the words ‘ooooh’ as if she were being called into the principal's office. A huff of hot air leaves her mouth blowing the hairs in front of her face away as she pushes herself away from her desk. Her feet and tailbone ache from the journey to work today.

“You called?” She questions trying to hide the sarcasm in her tone. Her eyes land on an annoyed older woman with her nails click against the keyboard.

“Yes I did. I need you to go print 100 copies of the newsletter, our new clients need to get one this month, could you pick up envelopes and stamps as well, we’re gonna mail them.” She demands not even glancing at the girl in front of her desk.  

“Yeah for sure. And Arnold called he wants to set up a video conference.” The younger girl informs as she exits. Before she leaves to run the errands requested she grabs an original copy and her backup sneakers. It may not match her professional attire; a pencil skirt and collared blouse, but the walk around town in her heels will kill her feet more than they already are. She slings her bag on her shoulder and heads out of the building this time being sure to manage her time well enough she won’t have to run through crowds and end up harshly running into someone, even if the someone was very attractive her tailbone is suffering. The day has been off from the start but not without a phone it’s little to none chances of it turning around.

“Hi! Can I get 100 copies of this please.” She asks politely to the clerk, he nods and walks to the back of the store and begins his work. The girl takes a seat in the small waiting area as she looks around for something to entertain herself, but the lack of a certain device doesn't make passing the time easier. He eyes land on a tabloid with water damaged corners but a catchy headline. She picks it up gently by a corner not really sure if she wants to touch it. The worn magazine flops open to a page about up and coming actors, he eyes land on a familiar face in the corner of the page. “What!” An exclamation leaves her mouth as it drops open and her eyes widen. A gasps follows as she sees the rude stranger from this morning. Before thinking about her actions she rips the corner of the magazine out and stuffs it in her bag.

“Harrison!” A curly haired boy yells through the empty bar as he raises his drink up to signal the brit . It’s only 2pm on a monday people would have to be having a really bad day if they’re already drinking, but for Harrison’s case its celebratory.  

“Hey!” He responds as he increases his steps to meet his mate and pull him into a hug. The two have both been on a path to become actors and Harrison hasn’t been that successful until now. His humble and determined attitude along with patience have paid off.  

“Congrats man, I’m so proud of you!” His friend from childhood commends and pats his shoulder as they both take their seats at the bar. Harrison’s smile hasn’t dimmed all day and it seems to light up the dimmed room.

“Thank you Tom, that really means a lot to me.” The smiley boy responds as he sips a beer the bartender has handed him. Thye alcohol helps him to finally calm down, the nerves and excitement are all that have been coursing through his system today. “Now you can be my assistant.” He adds with a laugh referencing their past business relationship. The other laughs too as he nods.

“I would in a heartbeat mate.” He proudly responds and nods. The happiness for his friend is in his eyes and Harrison can’t help the giddiness rushing back. He’s not only made himself proud but everyone else whose been rooting for him this whole time, he’s gotten the part. A ding interrupts the twos conversation and he already knows it's not his phone. He slips out the item and silences it. Tom quizzically watches his friends actions.

“What’s that?” He asks a teasing smirk playing on his face. Harrison sets the item on the counter and laughs.

“Okay you’re not going to believe this.” He goes on to explain the morning phiasco while Tom laughs and nods along but then an idea spurs in his hopeless romantic mind.

“Harrison you have to track her down and return it, then ask her out to make it up to her!” He exclaims then covers his mouth at how loud he voiced his plan. A blush finds its way to the others cheeks at the thought, he was caught off guard at her beauty this morning he can’t imagine having to talk to her again.

“Come on, you gotta put yourself out there.” He encourages him as he downs the last of his beer. HArrison nods and grabs the phone again, the lock screen is now littered with reminders and one has an address;

Friday: fancy dinner thing at 7:00pm @ The studio museum Harlem

“Okay, I guess I’m going to a museum on Friday.” He concludes as they both look at the reminder. Tom nods smiling wide and fist bumps the air in victory for talking him into the idea. The two end their conversation and make plans for lunch after Friday to see how it goes. Harrison hails a taxi as he processes the thoughts in his head, can he really do this? It’s very much out of his small comfort zone.

“You will not believe who has my phone! Some wannabe actor!” Y/n excalims into her laptop with a skype call in progress. She huffs air from her mouth as pulls on her oversized shirt as she sits up more in her bed. The day has been long and the only one who’d listen to her venting is, Milly, her older sister that’s off in Stanford in California.

“How is that possible?” She questions her voice coming out more robotic from the speakers. The girl clicks on the mouse pad hoping to better the connection somehow but with no luck a awful ‘reconnecting’ logo pops up over the camera’s view.  Another groan leaves Y/n’s lips and she’s had her limit of herself in a pity party so she ends the call and sends a message through the Skype chats feature. Nothing is more annoying than not having her cellphone, which she depends on greatly for her daily life. Before she calls it a night she sends an email to her boss;

‘Hey Lisa,

I will be about two hours late tomorrow morning, I have to stop by the phone store and pick a new one up since mine was quote on quote ‘stolen.’ I’ll have Courtney bring in your coffee and any messages. My apologies for the schedule changes.

                             Sincerely, Y/n’

It's a hard pill to swallow that she has to get a new phone but at least her life can be normal again. It sucks to admit but she does need a cellphone to function and if she ever does meet this Harrison Osterfeild guy she’ll just ask him to sign a check as reimbursement, like that'll ever happen though.

Harrison’s ears are numb from the loud music of the club, he’s a friendly guy and a party every once in awhile is fun but he’s not feeling the beat of the music or the company that surrounds him. He pays his tab and walks to the dark street. It’d rained earlier and the ground was coated as evidence of it. His big day no coming to an end left him with no regards to protect his white tennies. His feet slapped in the water as he made his way back to his small apartment he’s rented for the stint of time he’ll be here. England will always be his home base no matter where his life takes him. A deep breath leaves his mouth as he plugs his phone and the girls phone in, he thinks of this upcoming Friday and how it will god. Will she be angry to see him?

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[stephtastrophe]

I watched  The Child In Time last night and it was kinda good.

I dunno, why didn’t he just check the CCTV cameras of the Co-op he was shopping in? Not only did I ask this straight away but so did countless others ... not surprisingly, fair enough if it was some little corner shop that did without but it was a proper store which would’ve had such in place and probably some pointed in the direction of where she was or would have left. And she sure left or got abducted quickly. If only it wasn’t for them asking if he had store cards etc. Maybe he should’ve not let her stray over there, although I know children do wander. Maybe he should’ve insisted on holding her hand for a moment.

The scenes with them seeing her ghost were poignant I suppose but some other scenes, like where he seemed to look on his mother before he was born in the pub window were just bizarre and confusing. 

But, as some people said they were a little calmer than they should’ve been, they were somewhat distraught but maybe not as much as they should have been tbh.

They did seem to sort of get over it a little too quickly too, I don’t think anyone would really ever get over the loss of a child, not when they have absolutely no clue as to what happened to them. Did she simply run off by herself or was she abducted? anything could have happened. Although you would think when a man in screaming his daughters name in a store that some of the other customers may have been more helpful than they were and someone would have noticed what would have happened to her. They seemed quite indifferent to the whole situation, like none of them cared which is scary, I’m sure if that were to genuinely happen in front of most people they would at least try and help or say if they saw anything, I’m sure people would help him look for her out in the street and in the store. I’m also sure some people if they saw a girl looking like she was by herself of that age would keep an eye on her for a moment to make sure she was okay, lots of people do that. Even I do sometimes, people do that. 

His friend who went off native in the woods and reverted back to a child, that was an odd part to the story as well, it seemed quite unnecessary, like he never really had a childhood so when he quit working he decided to have one. He was depressed and then went and hung himself from that tree. That was sad.

I think the plot could have been better, if it’s exactly the same as the book then reading that will be a hard pass. No thank you. It just seemed all too odd.

Plus, I thought it was meant to be about them losing their child, but they glossed over half of it, besides the start point and then when he thought he’d found her at that school but it turned out to be some other girl, and surely the head teacher could’ve just told him she’d been going there longer than his daughter had been missing. That was silly. But she did look like her so I can see why he thought it was her, I did too at first. I expected them to show them looking for her more and that pretty much being the whole story until thye found out what had happened, I didn’t expect such a contrived mess.

It could have been better but the acting was good in it, I can’t blame them for the bad storytelling. 

Benedict Cumberbatch and Kelly MacDonald were quite good, although he’s better in Sherlock and she was better in Boardwalk Empire. Although not sure she’s that fantastic, she’s okay. I mean if possible I’d hire someone else. 

I didn’t realise it was only a one off, so it ended on her giving birth to another child for them, after a steamy afternoon when he went to see her and was covered in mud. When after seeming to hate each other for a while, they just fall back in to having sex. Like k. Again ... I guess these things happen but it seemed odd for them. They seemed to blame each other. But she was giving birth after the hospital phoned him, after she never even thought to tell him she was pregnant, then it’s just “oh btw, come hospital, I’m having a baby, k” - I think I’d be more pissed at that for not being told beforehand when she had 9 months to tell him, it doesn’t happen over night.

Well, maybe it was a waste of time but at least it seems it won’t happen again. Maybe next time the BBC can adapt a book that is maybe not quite so nonsensical at times. It should’ve made more sense. And not quite so dull, or should’ve been cut shorter and maybe just cut out some scenes that weren’t needed.

#the child in time #benedict cumberbatch #kelly macdonald

[craptings]

Saw a post this morning from one of those mental health therapist Instagram accounts I follow about the signs volatile mothers. It was accurate. I follow them for positive content but this was just upsetting especially after I had a lecture which touched on a similar topic. Feel so sad. Like I wanna cry forever. I know people feel. Sad when thye have lost something. I guess I am still morning my childhood and love I yearned for but never received. Then I feel angry like I wanna scream at my mum and show her how bad she was and the impact she continues to have on my life. And then I remember that I've done that before and she refuses to take responsibility for any of what happened, in fact she completely denies it which hurts and invalidates me further. So I come back to feeling hurt but having nothing that I really do to help me resolve that fully except acceptance. It hurt most because I am scared that I am like that. That I am damaging to the people around me. That I am a bad person. That I am a burden. That I will be a bad mother. It makes me think that I should not have children because I don't know if I will be able to respond appropriately to their need. To foster a secure attachment. Most of all I'm scared of taking out my anger on them like my mum did us. I know I will never be as bad as my mum, but she was pretty bad so it would be hard to be much worse. Part of me is also angry at the system which failed to protect us. I wish I had told someone earlier. I wanted to but I was scared and I was told that it was normal in Russia. I thought I wouldn't be taken seriously and that it was not bad enough and then I would get into trouble at home. Anyway the account said they would be posting something tomorrow which would give people ways of dealing with volatile mothers. The good ones don't psot something like that without offering ways to deal with it.

[gaydemogorgon]

1-10 for detailed oc asks for Vel!!

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Her full name is Velhera Adaar or Vallaigh Lavellan. Velhera was chosen because the elf that helped Tanala(Vel’s mam) escpae Par Vollen and brought her to live with the elves was named Valhara, and she thought it fit well. Vallaigh Lavellan was given to her by her family, who were ex-Dalish from clan Lavellan. She was born  into an elven family with elven culture so it made her fell more like she belonged. 

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

She is the Herald of Andraste, Inquisitor, Reaver of the Valo Kas, Mistress of Lady Montilyett and afew more given to her by factions throughout Thedas, some not as flattering

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 

This is a complicated one. Yes she had a good childhood, but she was a vashoth living with a family of elves, who spoke qunlat and elven, had a saarebas mother, was non-andrastian and taller than most people before she even hit 16, so while it was good it had its bad moments, which ususally came at the hands of humans. A fond memory she has is first learning to ride a horse! She was still small enough that she could fit on one of the family’s, and even though she wound up riding into a low branch, scarring her nose and breaking a tooth, its still one of her favourite memories. A bad one would be the first memory she has of templars. Tanala being a saarebas made the entire family extra wary of templars, and made Tanala terrified of them, so whenever they passed she and Vel would hide. So being forced to hide, and even seeing her mam cry out of fear is not something she remembers fondly.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 

She had a very good relationship with Tanala. They were nearly inseparable most days. Vel did spend a lot of her time with her siblings and the rest of her family but Tanala was always her favourite person to spend time with, and when she was growing up she thought of Valhara like a mother as well. A good memeory would be when she was sick. As strange as it sounds, she really does enjoy those memories. She was never seriously sick, but even for something as small as a cold Tanala would be doting on her even more and looking after her, and sitting wrapped in a blanket drinking “special tea” (which she never realised was magic because she only realised that Tanala was a mage during inquistion) listening to her tell stories or sing to her. A bad memory is when she’d disappear for a month or two every year. She never knew but Tanala knew when templars or Qun agents were picking up on her so for the safety of her family she’d lead them far away from the farm and take care of them. Vel hated it because she lost her mam for a long time and whenever she came back with neew scars she was afraid that something bad would happen to her when she left the next time

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

She had six sibling, all elves, and I honestly haven’t designed them T^T         but I know she had a great relationship with them all, though sh ebutted heads with the oldest a bit, but it was nothing serious. And there relationship changed when they all died. Vel left her home when she was 18 because the nearby village blamed them for something (which I also havent worked out) and attacked the farm. The family wouldn’t leave and Tanala decided to stay and defend them, but sent Vel off to the Valo-Kas for safety. She did return a few days later to find the farmstead burned and the bodies just left there, meaning she had to bury what family she could find

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

She  never actually went to school. Everything she learned she did so from the family. She learned to read, write and speak fluently in qunlat and elven, but she only learned common tongue when she was 15, and only learned to read and write it in her early 20s. But she enjoyed the lessons, especially the history lessons and the stories of dragons and the emerald knights, and the great forests of the dales. The lessons she hated though were learning common and learning to hunt. She never felt right using a bow, and she didn’t like killing animals 

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 

She had no friends outside of her family unfortuantely. All she had was lost when the farm was attacked 

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 

The family had a halla that took a very particular liking to Vel, which she named Cotton. She spent a lot of her time doing work taking care of him and just being around watching. There was also a dracolisk that was injured and wanderd down to the farm, which she nursed back to help almost singal handedly. She did eventually have to relaese him as well, but not before naming him Dara and developing a love of dracolisks. Safe to say yes she loves animals

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 

She gets on well with animals. She knows how to care for them and the respect thye need to be shown 

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

She absolutley loves kids! And kids love her. She actually had kids, but I forgot about them and scrapped them, but I think she would like to have kids, but given her position maybe she’d decide against it, but as a mother she would absolutely be all about enjoying her time with them and showing them everything. And maybe bringing them on trips and adventures to see ruins and animals. As a babysitter/godparent/etc she’s much the same. A little less on the trips but still very fun. She’s the cool fun aunt who takes them out to Orlais or Antiva for a trip just because she can 

#thank you for the ask 😘 #velhera adaar #oc stuff #ask #teknon

[espink18ahs-blog]

My Toddler (ages 1-2)

I was very excited the past few months when Vera started to talk. She began babbling and only really responding to certain  noises like the dogs barking. Closer to her 1st birthday, she began babbling because she wanted something. She also began trying to mimic what I say. Along with her language development, she began moving more and trying to walk and crawl. I worked with her a lot on her walking and she had a few tantrums in the process, but she began walking a week after her first birthday. Vera is very active. She tries to climb everything. The last few nights she has tried to crawl out of her crib and even tried to climb up the dinner table. She has successfully reached her 1st year stages.

During her second year, Vera hit a few obstacles. She began with parallel play next to her friend Elisa. That was normal, but even at 2 ½, she did not begin to interact with Elisa. Elisa tried to play with Vera, but she was ignored. I wonder if this is a normal thing. Maybe Vera is a little behind Elisa on the social interaction stage of development. Vera has a very short attention span. I know this is very normal for a two year old, but she does leave a massive mess behind her. She has also started to play more with puzzles and crayons.

Finally, Vera is potty trained. It was a difficult process, but we made it through.

I have noticed that I am constantly glued to my phone even when I am with Vera. This made me make the decisions to keep all electronics away from her and myself during our play time. I do not let her watch TV and we often spend time coloring together. I wasn’t sure about by decision first because I was worried about how I would entertain Vera when I have to clean or have some work to do. I researched this as well and It says that they are unsure about the long term consequences of too much technology. I let Vera use some gadgets when she got to be 2 ½ and she has adapted quickly to using them.

https://www.parents.com/fun/entertainment/gadgets/is-technology-good-for-little-kids/

I have also baby proofed the house to the max. I didn’t know how much could be dangerous to a toddler. The thing I’m most worried about are the wires and electronics that are all around. I put caps on the plug sockets and have baby gates everywhere.

Vera has an imaginary friend called Frank.

Imaginary friends can be human, animal or fantasy. Boys tend to have boy imaginary friends while girls have both boys and girls. Thye can appear in groups or alone. Most children know that their imaginary friend is not real. Another interesting part is that if a child personifies an object they tend to have a parent like relationship, but with imaginary friends the child and their imaginary friend have a friend like relationship.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/growing-friendships/201301/imaginary-friends

I was a little worried about what this means for her mental health. In the 90’s kids with imaginary friends were seen as introverts who could not make real friends and had to create their own. This has changed. It has been proven that kids with imaginary friends actually better socially, have better verbal skills, and are more creative than children without imaginary friends. CHildren with imaginary friends were exploring creativity in a different degree of play.

https://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/parenting/once-stigmatized-childhood-imaginary-friends-are-now-linked-to-a-host-of-benefits-including-heightenedcreativity/article28048417/

[onespared]

mobile muse list;

callista washington; female; heterosexual origin; savanah, ga    age;25 face claim; amy adams

callista fern washington twenty five years old (2009) and a elementary school teacher, she is one of the youngest teachers in the school but is also one of the most respected. her hard work to get to where she is now, often told she reminds them of her mother who died when she was just over eight years old. Her father raised her to be a baseball enthusiast and a lover of working hard even when she wanted to give up.

as she grew she realized helping people with homework, or studying was something she truly enjoyed so as her father told her “if you’re good at something never do it for free,” so she didn’t. callista began to charge people for her services and became really well know for getting people passing grades so long as they worked up to the potential she knew they had inside of them. this led her to going to school for her teaching degree – five years later with a bachelors and near finishing her masters degree for child education with a teaching license she lands her first teaching job.

the job is working as a kindergarten teacher in Athens, Georgia and she loves every minute of it. so much so that she stays there three years, the classroom where she teaches her kids and helps them learn valuable life lessons suddenly becomes the room where she is teaching the kids how to crawl under someones legs and how to avoid being grabbed because these six little lives depend on her to keep them alive. there was never a doubt of if she would take these kids – it was more along the lines of her wondering where they would all go. Keeping them locked away in the school closing off the halls with metal dividers to keep them away from the sight of their dead classmates who still roamed the halls – that was her goal.

a part of her always hoped maybe the parents would come and get them, but after four days she knew that either they had left them behind or had died trying to get to them. three more days locked inside the classroom – she raided the nurses office for clothes and things to clean them up; often taking them one by one to semi bathe in the nurses bathroom. keeping them healthy and happy were her only worries; till she knew they had to leave.

packing up whatever necessities she could from classrooms and the kitchen; she packed it away in the van that had been left in the parking lot. It was black, and it had tinted windows with a full tank of gas like it had been purposely placed there just for them – there weren’t many times that callista believed in god but this was one of those moments. after assuring that everything was packed away safely she took each kid one by one out to the van loading them in and buckling them up. driving away from the one place she had deemed safe had been considerably harder than she had imagined, suddenly her entire life was flipped upside down and the only thing she could imagine doing was taking care of these kids.

daryl dixon; male ; heterosexual orgin; n/a age: 39 face claim; norman reedus

Daryl Dixon grew was born on a hot summer day in Georgia - his Momma had given birth while Merle was off on a stint in Juvie for the first time. Merle took care of Merle most of the time as their Momma didn't really begin drinking until Daryl was about four years old - that was when things had gotten really bad. He suffered abuse at the hand of his father, and even more so when his mother died in a house fire set by her dropping a lit cigarette while she was passed out from being drunk.From then on he mostly took care of himself, doing what he was told by his brother and father. Despite hating his father; he was family. You do anything for family, and so he did. When the world ended he was hunting with his brother and father (Will Dixon), his father was bit and put down by Daryl's Uncle and then they were on their own as the world began to fall apart faster than the government could even manage to put it back together.

elijah fraiser; male; heterosexual origin; charlotte, nc  age; 27 face claim; kit harrington Elijah was raised by his parents in Charlotte, North Carolina - his mother ditched when he was four because she married some guy who didn't want kids. He didn't see her again till he was seventeen, and at that time in his life he wanted nothing to do with her. He was working two part time jobs and going to college full time to help his grandparents keep up the house they lived in, at the time he was living out of a van so he didn't burden them since thye had little space to begin with. 

When he turned twenty his grandfather died, luckily his insurance paid for everything so no expenses were added on to his grandmother's debt.When his grandmother died a short year later due to a stroke, he sold the house and almost everything in it - he bought himself a relatively new RV and hit the road. He didn't plan on ever looking back, everyone he ever cared about being dead already. He worked side jobs to get money that he needed, but being a skilled mechanic he was able to survive on a megar part time salary as a temp hire at motorshops. He'd save up enough and then when they gave him the boot he'd leave the city, it was never hard for him to find work since his reference list was quite long. He had qualities people looked for in a quick hire; reliable, never late, does great work, doesn't complain.When the world fell to shit he didn't even know it till he wandered onto a herd of the dead, he had thought it might be a joke at first but when he realized something wasn't right he grabbed his rifle from the closet in his RV. From then on he decided that he would have to find out what was going on, spending so much time on his own hadn't done him justice; he needed to find people.

glenn rhee; male; heterosexual age; (s1) 22  origin; N/A face claim; steven yeun

Glenn worked as a pizza delivery man in Atlanta, GA. He grew up in a small city in Colorado originally but he never had the chance to make it home to see if his family was safe. He is the oldest of two kids; his sister is younger than him by only two years. His father passed away when he was sixteen from cancer so his mother raised them both to be who they are. He moved to Atlanta to go to university, but he flunked out after a semester due to his lack of motivation for the major he was in; so instead of giving up he got a job and began to figure out exactly what he wanted with his life.

maggie greene/rhee; female; heterosexual age; (s1) 22 origin; senoia, ga face claim; lauren cohan Maggie Greene is twenty two years old (as per season one even though she doesn’t appear till season two), she is the oldest daughter of Hershel and Josephine Greene. Her mother died when she was young and she took it real hard when her father married Annette; but it all changed when Beth was born. She became more responsible and gave her step-mother a chance despite not being over her mother’s death completely. When her father had remarried she obtained a step brother named Shawn who she was quite close to.

Her love of literature and history led her to go to University to become a History major, she was home for the summer when she usually wouldn’t be due to her school being on lock down due to the infection that had been spreading like wildfire. When she got home she didn’t realize how bad the infection was till she went to town one morning and there was no one there – except a couple of walkers that she didn’t know what to do with; so she got what she needed then went home to inform her father of everything she’d seen.The first few weeks went on without a hitch. Then about six weeks into the mass radio silence… a man ran across their field with a little boy in his arms covered in blood and she didn’t the only thing she could thing of; calling for her father. Their lives changed that day

nora rose hamilton; female; bisexual age; 23 origin; wales, uk face claim; alexandra daddario Nora Hamilton was born and raised in Wales, she is the middle child of five kids. She has two older brothers; Dylan (25) and Trevor (27), then she has a younger brother; Heath (19) and a younger sister; Lucy (16). Her parents were very eager to start a family so that is why they decided to have so many. Her mother was a nurse for many years, but she decided she wanted to become a midwife when Nora was born; so she did. She went back to school and proceeded to have her last two children at home with a train midwife present. Nora took after her mother, loving the idea of becoming a midwife she was often present during births her mother saw to - she knew just as much as anyone trained in the profession.

When her parents died in a drunk driving accident, she dropped midwifery and went to college in London to become a green energy specialist. As soon as she graduated she was offered a job in Miami to open the states first completely green energy apartment complex - this project would set her career in stone. However, the city was evacuated quickly and she did her best to get home; but was stopped when all flights were canceled, and she had no where to go but to the nearest city. Atlanta.

tessa grady; female; heterosexual age; 22  origin; Washington D.C face claim; alona tal

She was adopted by a same sex couple; Jackson Smith & Timothy Grady. She took Timothy's last name because when the two were able to marry that is the last name Jackson would take. She was adopted when she was eight years old, before then she lived with her grandmother. Her parents were no where to be seen she only knew her mother's name was Darcy and her father's name was Christopher.

When her grandmother passed away she was put into the system and adopted a year later. Throughout her childhood they encouraged her to be whatever she wanted to be, so she went to college and majored in History; then realized she hated it and changed her major to Criminal Justice. However, she managed to change her major five more times before settling on Botany. Through this course she flourished into a bright young woman with a passion for the outdoors.

By the time she was twenty she was a skilled traditional archer, and would often hunt for her own food since her dad's lived on their own land. She took up the guest house on the property after she finished her bachelors degree. Her plan was to open up her own plant nursery, growing her own vegetables and plants in house then selling them to the public. Before she could get her store open the world began to fall apart, and her dreams crushed right before her when the dead didn't stay dead. Tessa watched her father's die, but they didn't come back like the others - she waited days for it to happen but it never did; before she left she shoved a knife into the base of their skull just in case it was taking them longer. She'd never been the same since.

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