#I decided on a different light source after colouring everything and was too lazy to change it all

[bronzebamboo]

Sleeping beauty

Sephiroth is Maleficent

[donaidk]

Lance Stroll - A special holiday

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for taking so long, I had to take a bit more off from writing than I thought before my last exam. I also tried to learn a bit about Hanukkah as I sadly didn’t know much of it before. Hope I didn’t mess anything up as my mind felt a bit mush while researching the answers to the questions that came up during writing. I hope you will like it, and happy friday 🧡

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Celebrating Hanukkah, while living by the F1 schedule was never really easy. Some years we got lucky, meaning we could spend all the holiday days together at home, without having to travel or celebrate in a foreign country. Still, even when it wasn’t the case, we always made it work. Usually either by me travelling to him or him coming home as soon as possible, so we could spend the maximum amount of days together. It wasn’t the best solution, but the only way to do it, without disrupting Lance’s career every year when our holiday and his races lined up awkwardly. No one would have been happy with him, if he always missed a race or two. Not even himself. He had too much passion for the sport to just give up chances because of his religion. He rather found a way to fit everything into his schedule.

This year we were quite lucky, having 5 days of the holiday free for Lance and also me being able to travel with him to Abu Dhabi. We also flew out both of our families, so we could celebrate together and wouldn’t have to spend days travelling back to Canada and getting over the jetlag. It was the easier solution from the two, and I could see how happy Lance was that his family was there for the last race, cheering him on and then also taking part in all the rituals. We had everything needed with us, set up in the hotel room just as we would have had it at home. It wasn’t perfect, but enough to be worth not travelling after the race immediately. He was tired after getting out of the car anyways, falling asleep almost as soon as we got back to our room, making me get ready for bed with a smile on my face. I really couldn’t ask for more than falling asleep and waking up next to him, getting on with all our plans for the remainder of the holiday the next morning.

The first time I woke up to the bed and blankets moving I thought it was still quite early, not even opening my eyes and just making sure I got back to the dream I was pulled out of harshly. Although I fell back asleep, the little sounds, soft music and delicious aroma coming from the kitchen did not let me stay in my slumber for a lot longer. Hearing the sizzling of the oil in the pan and smelling the mouthwatering scents flowing around the room made me sit up with a sigh, giving up on my plan of sleeping in. Still, I couldn’t stay mad for long, my lips curling into a smile as soon as I spotted Lance standing next to the stove. I knew that he was making our favourite, even though it wasn’t usually a breakfast food.

“ Morning! ” I mumbled into his back as I stepped behind him, hugging his middle with both of my arms. “ I was missing latkes for breakfast in the last few days. ” I added, the smile turning to a grin that I hid into his skin when his hand landed on mine, which were resting on his stomach.

“ I know. That's why we’re having it. ” He let out a laugh although first shuddered a little from how cold my fingers were against his skin. He was always like a heater compared to my usual body temperature. “ Although I’m pretty sure we won’t be eating anything else for the next few days. ” He let out a laugh, leaning his head on mine as I rested my chin on his shoulder. I had to be on my tiptoes, but it was too comfortable to make me stand normally.

“ Your mum does it best. I can’t wait to get back home twice my usual size. ” I let out a content sigh, imagining all the food we’re gonna have in the upcoming days. “ I could never say no to our family recipes. ” A sigh ran out of me at the speed of light, making me close my eyes and going back to standing normally. I just rested my forehead on his shoulder blade until he was done and we could sit down to eat.

After our meal we packed the remaining clothes and things into our suitcases, so we could leave the hotel for the little beachside house we rented for the holiday we decided to spend in Abu Dhabi. It was easier to spend time with family in a house rather than three separate hotel rooms. We would also have more room to cook and take part in our usual activities. We also made sure to get a house that had a pool, so we could relax a bit in the water without having to go to the crowded beach. That usually ended with someone recognising Lance, making it impossible to relax and enjoy our time there. It was quite inevitable right after a race weekend, with most of the fans who flew out for the event staying for a few days longer and touring the city. I couldn’t fault them though, we did the same just a bit more discreetly, without looking for celebrities everywhere.

The was just a 10 minutes taxi ride away from the hotel, getting us there just minutes before Lance’s parents and Chloe arrived. My family was a bit later, only arriving for lunch as they wanted to have a look around Abu Dhabi, which we already did prior to the weekend. They arrived in time to help us set the table and finish the last steps of getting the food done too. With everyone there it was a meal spent with constant chatter, leaving all of us tired and easily slipping into a content food coma. All the spots on the couches were taken up, as soon as the dishes were done and we could just sit around, watching something on TV. I was just tapping away on my phone, absentmindedly going through my instagram feed and liking a photo here and there, mostly from friends or colleagues, not really paying attention to anything happening around us.

“ I found some fairy lights and candles in one of the closets. We could maybe set them up for dinner? It would look even fancier. ” Lance tapped my legs, which were resting on his thighs as my body was turned towards him. I looked up immediately from the screen, debating his idea for a second. “ Or I can, if you’re too lazy. ” He rolled his eyes, making me shake my head as I pinched the skin on his arm.

“ We can. Maybe on the balcony? We could have dinner there if the temperature goes down a bit. ” I offered back, loving how his idea sounded. The balcony had a fantastic view of the beach that was lit up thanks to all the cafes, bars and clubs every night. It would look perfect with a background like that. “ But not now. I’m too full to move. ” I added, resting my head back, my next blink lasting longer than usual, as my eyes just stayed closed.

When I woke up it was the only me on the couch now lying down and with a thin blanket over my body. I could hear their voices from different spots in the house, making me stretch before truly getting up. Massaging the remnants of sleep out of my eyes I joined them outside. I was surprised to see all the lights already set up around, wrapped over the wooden fence and a few posts that were on the balcony. I heard as they suddenly stopped talking, both Lance and our dads turning to me before Lawrence and Dad rather walked back inside, leaving us alone. I was confused for a second, but didn’t pay much mind to the situation and rather just walked up next to my boyfriend.

“ This already looks perfect. ” I looked around, as I leant on the fence next to him.  “ The candles will just be the cherry on top. ” My head turned in his way but he looked quite out of it. He was looking down at me, but from his eyes I knew his mind was really somewhere else. I bumped our shoulders, making him shake a little before focusing back on me.

“ Yeah, I don’t even know if we need them or not. Maybe we can just leave it like this. ” He looked around still a bit confused, but I didn’t really want to ask about it. I knew he would bring anything important up to me. “ Maybe we can just see and decide before dinner. ” He added, pulling me to him and circling his arms around me when I rested back into his chest.

“ That can work. It doesn’t take long to set up some candles. ” I shrugged a little, watching our families walk around the house, engaging in short conversations, before they would join us outside. “ Pool? ” I asked him when I saw some of them have changed into bathing suits and shorts, letting us know what their ideas were.

“ Yes. It’s still too warm for me here. ” He let out a laugh, letting go of me but following behind as we entered through the sliding door.

Just ten minutes later we were already all in the pool, sitting around the edge just talking about whatever came up. I was always grateful that our families connected this well. It would have been a lot harder to spend time and travel together if they didn’t like each other as much as they did. But we had nothing to fear, as their personalities clicked quite quickly, and they liked the other from the first second. I would say it was usually picture perfect whenever they met up. Couldn’t have asked for more, truly. 

When I started to resemble a crinkled up foil sheet both Chloe and I decided to start preparing dinner, while the others stayed outside. After quickly toweling off and changing clothes, we were already in the kitchen, getting everything ready. It took them a while to crawl out of the pool, helping us cook and set the table when every part of the stove was turned off. Thanks to the Abu Dhabi weather we didn’t have to fear catching a cold and most of us just chose thin clothing. I myself had a short sundress that I took with myself and decided tonight was the right time to finally whip it out. It was perfect for the still warm night air and I knew Lance would love it too, as it was in his favourite colour. When I saw his eyes scanning me from top to bottom, I knew I succeeded.

Dinner was delicious again and really fun with the music playing lowly in the background. The sun already set when we got the dessert out of the fridge, and onto the table. It was while we devoured the donuts that I caught all of them staring at me, at different occasions, but they were always quick to look away, making furrow my brows. Still, I stayed silent, deciding it must be a coincidence as I couldn’t spot anything that would explain their staring in any way. I could just hope it wasn’t something serious I just didn’t know about yet.

“ We should take a family picture. It’s too well decorated to let it go to waste. ” Lawrence offered, standing up immediately to get his phone. We all gladly went with his idea, standing next to each other.

We waited for him to set up the phone at the right height and set a timer on it. He still had time to get back to us and step behind Chloe, who was standing next to me. I felt Lance move around a bit, his hand leaving my waist but I only looked at him after the photo was taken. What I saw was something I never really thought would happen that day. He was already on one knee, a little box in his hand. There was a huge smile on his lips, but I saw he was anxious, hif fingers moving around the box.

“ Y/N, we have been celebrating and getting through everything together for several years now. It’s impossible for me to imagine my life without you and I don’t even want to try it. I want you there always, whatever I’m doing and whatever’s gonna happen in the future. ” Lance started, our families stepping back a little and making it feel like it was only the two of us there. �� Will you marry me? ” He asked in the end, opening the box, and I could feel the first tears roll down my cheeks.

“ Yes. ” I nodded without a second thought as I knew for years what my answer would be. It wasn’t really a question for me after being there for eachother for several years now.

I could feel him push the band onto my finger gently, before enveloping me into a hug. I hid my face to his neck, the applause around us hitting my ears immediately. In that exact second, I understood our dads talking with him, and everyone staring at me during dinner. They all knew about it and still managed to keep it all a secret, not even giving me the chance to suspect anything. We had to retake the photo but I really couldn’t mind. I was too over the moon with the breathtaking jewelry on my finger, which held so much promise for our future, that I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I needed a few days to fully realise what this all meant, and I couldn’t get time to pass quick enough so we could start another chapter in our journey.

[michiamotippete]

Flaming Wings

After too much time, I finally finished my piece for @kuroshironekoserver Secret Santa Event! I decided to do an original piece, changing completely my idea just a week ago...I hope it won't disappoint you @phoenix-before-the-flame and enjoy!

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It was a quiet sunny day, the light blue sky was scattered with fluffy white clouds. Everything was  peaceful and silent, a warm breeze caressed the grass lightly.

Suddenly, something out of the ordinary crossed the sky: a red spot was mixing with the light colour of the sky. A figure was soaring, playing with the white puff of clouds and, after a long moment, a loud screech echoed in the land, the once silent space was now interrupted by a mighty noise. The animals living in the plain looked around, sniffing the air for the possible danger and running to save their lives. Humans though, looked at the sky with wonder, amazed by the sight that accompanied the loud noise. 

The funny part of it all was that the source of their wonder was a bird. A bird? you'd say, how can a normal bird be a wonder for humans? That's not an unusual thing to see in the sky! 

That’s right, seeing a bird crossing the sky shouldn’t be an extreme event. Nonetheless, the figure soaring through the blue was a miracle, unimaginable, and mythical. When people looked up, they didn’t see a normal bird; no, what they saw was a magnificent phoenix fluttering its wings. 

It lazily started to land onto the ground, displaying all his enormous figure. What you could see once the creature was a few feet away from you was how big it was. The phoenix was huge, its body around six feet long. The wings though, oh the wings, were something spectacular! When the mythical creature  stretched them they could reach over nine feet, but the most amazing thing about them were the lazy flames dancing over them. Red, orange and yellow kept swirling around, mixing, playing. Watching them from the distance you could swear they were just bright feathers: still, unmoving feathers. The only thing that could make them move was the wind, caressing the bright plumage. Still, standing right beside it, you’ll be able to see the play of the flames. Myriads of fires’ tongues slipped from the magnificent body of the phoenix; they danced, stretched and defied gravity and the laws of nature. Bright flames caressed the green grass under the powerful bird; observing the scene you’d feel only amazement, because there was something magical in the way the fire danced with the wind and nature without ever extinguishing or burning the field.

Nonetheless, the flames aren’t the only thing that can bring you to a state of ecstasy: the entire being can give you chills. The creature possessed an eagle-like beak, sharp and full of strength. Some say they saw a phoenix crush the bone of a human arm with little effort. Looking down, you'll glimpse long legs through the fire; they are strong and massive, useful to bear the weight of the bird look-alike. Connected to them there are arched claws, currently digging into the ground claiming everyone’s attention. Those long, sharp talons aren't there only for beauty: they serve to tear the skin of their prey, to instill fear into those that try to mess with the creature, they serve to prove the phoenix's power. They are an incorporated deadly weapon.

Big round eyes were occupied with scanning the area. The sun was hitting their vibrant yellow, now having a golden glint thanks to the natural light. The vivid colour was a bright contrast to the pupil, the black as dark as the night without the moon; they can lure you in those black voids depths, they are capable of captivate a soul. 

There is an ultimate feature that needs description: the long flaming tail. It bathed in the sunlight, moving along the wind; watching it, you could observe different tongues of fires splitting in various lengths and dimensions. Each one curled into itself or spiraled in the air, which resembled a long spiral that curled at the phoenix's feet. 

The sight was amazing, the creature gave off an aura of superiority and excellence; the phoenix is a beauty and it knows it.

Unfortunately, too soon the bird look-alike choose to spread out its wings. A sudden heat wave hit the surroundings, it seemed that the entire land would burst into flames. As if to demonstrate its elegance, it started fluttering them; it lifted itself into the air, leaving the ground slowly and gracefully. Pushing hard with these flaming wings just once, the phoenix started ascending into the vivid sky.

The mythical creature flew away, distancing itself once again from humanity.

[professionally-unprofessional]

Shouto's bashful crush/interest being caught shifting behind the school (after he went to give her sketchbook she dropped) into his fuzzy black furry friend that keeps him company on weekends (cat shifting quirked reader) confusion & embarrassment clouds his mind for he has told that fuzzball many secrets. confrontation? maybe. thinking about the embarrassing things she did to make him feel better? (playing with a Cheerio dropped on the floor) definitely.

Oh geezums this ended up being really long. OOPS. I’m so sorry for the wait with a bunch of requests. I’ve been trying to make more time for fic writing and somehow managed it. Then I got halfway through this one and got stuck with a specific idea I wanted to do that I just couldn’t write and it didn’t fit and ahhh xD but I’m alive. Sorta. I’m trying my best to get back into writing. Also this is super long and I’m really tired. I didn’t quite finish my final proofread so there might be a couple of mistakes in here. Please ignore them if they’re there.

Anyyyywayy I hope you enjoy. I’m finally getting back into requests so I hope more should follow soon.

Ah, this was the life. You smiled and continued to doodle in your sketchbook. This was the best time to sketch. You were in some kind of creative spree which meant that - soon enough - a creative block would kick you into an abyss where inspiration did not dare to dwell. It was fine though. Hatsume would drag you out again with her endless chatter focused around her babies.

You heard a loud bang and smiled lightly, knowing that the pink-haired girl was likely in the design studio right now. The spotlight focused on the heroes was merely blinding to you. A role like that demanded too much attention. Even less popular heroes sometimes got dragged into the light. Despite the path of the hero not suiting you, you still wanted to make yourself useful to the hero society in some way and what better way for a tinkerer to do so than to make support items and hero costumes?

As your latest creation began to take shape on the paper, you wondered if you should go and save Hatsume from forgetting to eat lunch. Again. Despite the large personality differences between the two of you, your duo managed to function reasonably well. It seemed that Hatsume was always happy to enthuse about her ‘babies’ and, since you tended to prefer to be quiet and listen, it worked out well for both parties. She was a fountain of inspiration and you were a companion.

A win-win situation.

However, it wasn’t the pink-haired inventor alone inspiring you to live up to the school’s motto. Your other big sources were the two first-year hero classes. As much as you knew Monoma would hate to hear it, class 1-A enthused your creative mind more than 1-B. It wasn’t your fault that their class just had so many heroes with such interesting quirks and personalities.

Deciding to actually move, you headed back inside to the support course workshops and found your friend with a soot-covered face and a determined grin. Of course. With a small wave, you called out for her and she immediately turned around, greeting you warmly. Ignoring her rambling about her latest failed experiment, you pulled her out of there and into the lunch hall to grab something to eat. Settling down, you noticed that lunch was already halfway through. Oh well. You’d spent it in a way you enjoyed.

You noticed a familiar group of heads nearby as you took in the large dining hall. Looking over to them, you noticed a pair of dual coloured eyes lowering back to the meal in front of the individual. He was sat at a table with the green haired boy who needed something done about his arms and the gravity girl who had the big pink boots on her outfit. Oh, and there was the guy who had the white suit like Ingenium. 

You smiled as you watched the bi-coloured boy for a moment. If memory served correctly, his name was Todoroki. He’d come to you a couple of times to help with tweaks to the temperature sensors in the vest on his hero costume.

Since he’d started using his quirk for both fire and ice after the sports festival, he’d needed small adjustments to the sensitivity of the heating and cooling elements in his jacket. You’d been overjoyed when Power Loader - Maijima-sensei - had assigned you to it. Apparently you were much better at doing live work than Hatsume. On two accounts; you were less likely to cause injury and you didn’t make students uncomfortable by touching them all over to determine if they were as muscular as they seemed.

Todoroki was a pleasure to work with; he gave instructions and feedback perfectly when you needed it. Not only that, but he was patient and polite with you. Smiling to yourself, you wondered if he may need anything else again soon.

Realising that you probably looked like a loon smiling to yourself like that, you quickly shook your head and cleared it. You were just thankful that your companion was still so deep in thought about how she could improve her work that she hadn’t noticed your little daze. You shifted a little in your seat and debated on how you’d spend the evening after school.

A yawn left the bi-coloured boy as he headed back from meeting his mother. It was later than he’d thought. He kept walking and soon came to see a familiar black bundle of fluff on a bench outside a coffee shop. As he approached, he paused and noticed that the little creature wasn’t asleep but merely curled up. Raising its head, the cat unfurled itself and stretched luxuriously as a light breeze ruffled its fur.

He extended a hand in greeting and waited. Once a soft muzzle had rubbed against his fingers in a feline hello, Todoroki stroked the small one’s head and was given a quiet purr in response. His gaze followed the cat as it hopped up onto the back of the bench and then looked to be making a calculation for a jump. He remained still as the feline soared and landed on his shoulder lightly.

Todoroki could remember the first time it had tried that. It had been such an epic fail that it’d pulled a small chuckle from him before he’d softly scooped up the fuzzball and put it where it desired. For the rest of the evening the cat had seemed almost indignant, puffing up and lashing its tail slightly… at least until it was given a nice scratch behind the ears and calmed down. He began walking back towards home and heard a small, uncomfortable mew as a spot of water assaulted his nose.

The forecast hadn’t predicted rain for today. He picked up his pace and headed for home. Endeavour was away with work this weekend in another city so at least it would be quiet in the house. Having a bit of company wouldn’t hurt and his companion always seemed to like curling up on the tatami flooring. The soft rumbling of a lazy purr was rather comforting in the silence of the house. There was either that, or the black bundle of fur would bat something around the floor of his room while he worked. He’d dropped a small bit of cereal before and had gone to retrieve it only to find the cheerio halfway across the room with playful paws spurring it on.

As he settled down, the cat descended from his shoulder and began rubbing its head against his side. Smiling, he stroked  their soft fur. It was soothing to some extent and he didn’t feel so bad whenever he had this friend by his side. The companionship was fine and the more he had the cat around, the more he found he enjoyed and appreciated the quiet comfort. 

Sometimes animals were far better company than humans.

He sighed softly and looked down at the papers he’d taken from his backpack. Homework. Fine. After a while, he looked up and realised that a pair of eyes had been watching him. For a moment, he thought the feline’s face held an expression of concern. It must’ve been his imagination, but sometimes the bundle of fur felt almost… human.

Smiling wryly, he patted the small head as though in reassurance that everything was fine. He was alright. As the head tilted with what felt like a slight frown, he blinked and unloaded a little. It was nice to be able to talk to something and even better that they couldn’t speak back and pull him to pieces. He didn’t want to be told that all of his thoughts were wrong and that he shouldn’t be concerned with some of the situations that plagued him.

Just because he was a hero-in-training didn’t mean that the rest of the usual teenage problems didn’t apply to him at all.

It was easy to forget that everyone in their class- no their entire year… they were all still children, really.

After a while, he tilted his head back and found that your face came to mind. Why was he thinking of you now? You’d helped him out a few weeks ago with his hero costume and hadn’t minded when he’d been finicky about how finely-tuned the temperature-sensitive vest was. You’d been so happy to help with such quiet cheerfulness that he’d found that the experience rather pleasant rather than long and draining.

Even if you were just another student in another course, he recalled your name. Maybe you’d forgotten all about him, but he couldn’t get your quiet patience and positivity out of his head. Even when the vest had decided it didn’t want to adjust, you’d kept going. Your tiny smile hadn’t even wavered.

He wished that he too could face everything with such indifference to challenges.

There was a muffled bump and Todoroki found the fluff-ball had tipped itself over batting a loose pencil around on the table. When the pencil fell off, a paw reached down and tried to touch it, only for the figure to slip off the table and tumble down. He smiled and the feline face that met his seemed more bright than before. Could this cat really understand him?

“Are you trying to cheer me up?” He questioned blankly and received a small nuzzle to his outstretched hand as a response accompanied by a soft mew.

“Hey… there’s someone I like. Do you think she’d like me back?” At this, the form paused and looked up at him with big, warm eyes. After a moment, a fluffy belly was exposed to him and he fulfilled the request and earned a quiet purr. Perhaps if a feline could be so comfortable around him, so could his crush. The thought warmed him and he uttered a soft thanks to the cat, receiving a number of headbuts and purrs as a result.

A cat for a councillor. Who would’ve thought?

You smiled happily to yourself as you left the UA campus the next week. The weekend had been a nice break. Time to get back to work. Hatsume had conjured up yet another baby but this one needed some more fine tuning before it could be set loose on human beings.

As her friend, you’d helped. You were better at the tiny, extremely boring and equally frustrating adjustments that were required before any piece was fully finished. Half of Hatsume’s unfinished work was because she’d almost be done and then another amazing idea would sweep her away into a frenzy of creation. Who could blame her?

No matter how hard you worked, thoughts of a particular student plagued you. Despite your mind being flooded with different thoughts, you continued onwards. The hours of the school day ticked by and after lunch you were given a new assignment. Designing work would come first. Personal woes could wait.

After an hour and a half of sitting with no inspiration or ideas, you huffed and closed your sketchbook. Hatsume had gone into her hyper-focus mode where she went quiet and worked really hard. That inventive glow never left her face. Yet still you didn’t seem to be able to work. The temptation to gently hit your face against the table was overpowering.

Nothing. No ideas. Useless, empty brain!

Wow. Washed up as a first year… So sad.

After another half hour of fruitless struggling to come up with anything half decent, you’d had enough. With your face resting on the desk, you let out a small, frustrated huff. A mop of pink hair moved in the corner of your eyes and you felt those quirk-filled eyes staring directly at you. A blink. Another. The gaze shifted back to the item in her hands.

You couldn’t blame her for not saying anything. Not only did she have her own work, but you doubted that she’d have anything useful to say and she probably knew that too. From what you’d seen, either Hatsume didn’t understand how normal people worked or simply didn’t care to try and work with that. 

You still hadn’t figured out which yet.

Sitting back up, you had a look at the now filthy page. There were tiny indents from the previous sketches that you’d erased and a couple of extremely rough sketches on paper around your workbench. Pencil met paper again, sketching lines and curves but everything was too stiff and unimaginative along with the fact that it didn’t fit your brief and just—

No. This wasn’t your day. As you picked up the eraser to get rid of your latest set of failures, you found a piece of familiar yellow headgear beside your bench. “Are all the ideas feeling terrible?”

A small nod was all you could manage with the frustration churning inside.

Your short teacher took a glance towards the clock at the back of the classroom. Half an hour to go. This designing didn’t need to be finished today but you still needed to have something to work from in the next lesson. You nervously waited to hear what solution or punishment you’d get only to receive a sigh from Power Loader.

“Why don’t you get some air from the studio? There’s only another half hour. Just don’t leave campus early.”

You nodded, knowing what he was getting at. Frustration would lead to more frustration and it would only amount to a mental block, generating more irritation. The spiral of unproductively would get worse and more self-destructive until it became unbearable. Calming down was the best option. Agreeing, you packed up your things as the headgear and ginger hair disappeared further into the classroom.

As you threw your things back into your bag, you wondered where to go. One of the windowsills in the large corridors would be good. It was raining outside and you always felt worse when the weather was bad. Perhaps it was a side effect of your quirk. Placing the sketchbook down against the wall as you would rather it didn’t get crushed in your bag, you pulled out some headphones and decided to cool off with some good music.

Your mind raced back to the previous night. You’d been enjoying your quirk as you usually did… with Todoroki. Despite what he’d said, you smiled. It was fine if he liked someone else. You allowed yourself to wonder if it could be you that he liked. Some sort of storybook cliché where he’d actually confessed to his love but didn’t know it. Nah. That couldn’t be it. Not when there were people like the ginger-haired girl with the big hands and the black-haired girl with the creation quirk in his year.

They were amazing. They were upcoming heroes. You were just someone cheering everyone on from the sidelines; a cheer which couldn’t even be heard. As much as you took pride in your skills, you knew that you’d forever be a world apart from heroes. You were fine with that. You didn’t want the popularity or fame. So you would watch as your gear assisted them and you would smile and feel that you’d at least done something worthwhile.

Even when you wondered if the students you’d helped remembered your name.

Why would they? You were just another gear-head in a support course classroom. You weren’t even outstanding like Hatsume. You smile widened and you felt the facade beginning to crack. You had nothing to complain about seeing as you wanted to melt into the background. Gosh, being a cat was so much easier. All you had to do was be cute and the world would come to you. Well, give or take the odd shady stranger that looked as though they might try and kick you. 

There was always the option of confessing, but what would the point in that be? Brutal rejection happened to be well… brutal. Not exactly a desirable experience you wished to go through. So you’d continue to shove down a blush when he came into the design studio. You’d continue to feel a strange warmth in your chest when you heard about his successes in his class from other students.

You’d continue to be unable to look him in the eye as a human but do so as a cat.

Todoroki blinked as he noticed something against a windowsill in one of the corridors. A black notebook? Despite the fact that merely leaving it be would be the best and easiest option, he picked up the item and looked it over. There was something strangely familiar about the object but he couldn’t place where he’d seen it before.

It was none of his business, but he wondered if there would be a name in the front. Opening it, a scrawl of designs met his eyes. No name, but the ideas were proof enough of who it belonged to. For some reason, he couldn’t help but quickly glance through. The neat final designs that had been put together with such care and attention were beautiful. However, it was the messy rough sketches that he preferred. Namely, the personality that shone through in each and every one.

This was important to you. It was always beside you. Wherever you went, this went. It was always beside you when he saw you in the design studio, or in your hand when you wandered through the lunch hall with Hatsume.

Todoroki remembered that he’d seen you walking in the opposite direction only a few moments ago. You usually hung around in your classroom for a few moments after school finished since he’d seen you there when he’d gone to request one of the capsules on his belt be replenished after a training session.

Trying to think of which way you’d have gone if you were leaving school in that direction, he walked off. If he couldn’t find you now, he’d go back to your workbench and leave it there.

He hurried and caught sight of the back of your head turning a corner. How lucky. You exited the school from a back entrance and the bi-colored boy wondered why you’d leave this way. Oh well. Each and every one to their own, right?

He caught the door before it latched shut and found you tucking your bag behind a large bin. As he was about to call out, there was a flash. Standing before him, no taller than his shins was his black fluffy friend.

Surprise and confusion instantly rose to the surface. Wait, that was you? Or wasn’t it? Well, there were probably other black cats in the city, not just your other form, right? Why hadn’t he asked what your quirk had been when he’d been with you getting adjustments? Why hadn’t he shown more of an interest and figured this out—Wait.

He’d confessed. The realisation of everything you knew came crashing down upon him and he almost swayed. You knew everything: his mother and his father along with his scar, his frustration, his pain, his fears… everything.

You knew… everything.

A sudden feeling of vulnerability crashed into him. You had a huge wealth of knowledge on him. Blackmailing him would become child’s-play to you if you really tried.

Then something else came to mind. The cheerio— you’d played with it and always done something silly as a cat to try and get him to laugh. Even when he’d almost frozen his room solid in an emotional outburst similar to what had happened with Sero at the sports festival… you’d still sat on the table when you could have fled through the open window. You had hopped onto his lap and nuzzled your head against his hand.

All the times when you’d brought him a gift while he was doing homework sprung to mind. You’d offered him erasers or pens by batting them across the table. Other days when he was feeling a bit blue you’d move something across the table and away from him, making him chase you around the room a couple of times to get it back.

He’d never deigned to freeze you. Freezing an animal was just cruel, even if he could melt it afterwards.

Not to mention that your little bean paws happened to be so desperately soft. Damaging them with ice would be a tragedy. For both parties involved.

He fought down the urge to turn red at the realisation that you’d been present when he’d changed. Wait, you’d always either left the room quickly or gone out of sight. Had you been saving his modesty?

Coming back to his senses, he realised that his breath was crystallising in front of him and frost was creeping up his arm. There had been one night where the rain had been thrashing down outside and you’d been shivering in the cold. He’d let you curl up beside him atop the futon. When your shivering didn’t stop, he’d put his hand over you and used his quirk just enough to keep your form warm.

You wouldn’t do something with the information. You weren’t the type.

But what about how you saw him? You’d never acted differently around him. What did that mean?

Either way, you were gone for now and he was still holding your sketchbook. Glancing down at your bag, he slipped the sketchbook carefully into a position where it wouldn’t get wet if it rained nor damaged should the bins be moved. Once it was safe, he stood and left.

You couldn’t focus. Not at all. Someone had put your sketchbook back into your bag but how had they known where your bag was? Who would’ve known that the sketchbook belonged to you, anyway? There was no name in it, you remembered that whenever you thought you’d lost it.

So who had recognised your drawing and followed you outside? There wasn’t anyone who knew about your little evening adventures. Some part of you wondered what was so alarming. Your quirk was cat-shifting. No big deal.

The thing that was alarming was the fact that you had heightened senses as a cat. Which also meant a greater sense of smell. You’d caught a whiff of Todoroki on your bag before you’d shifted back and disregarded it. Until you’d noticed the notebook.

Did he know? Had he witnessed the shift or just recognised your bag? Either way you weren’t exactly happy to contemplate what you’d do with this knowledge. You weren’t sure what he’d do with it either. Oh, how had you gotten yourself into this mess?

Huffing softly, you slumped further and buried your face in your arms. Nothing was going right today. You just couldn’t focus. You’d try and then your mind would bring Todoroki up and you’d have a whole inner argument about how this was going to ruin everything but that it was also going to be fine.

“(Y/N)?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as your name was called. “Y-yes?!” You blushed at your own flustered response and whipped your head up to see whoever it was that needed your assistance. “Todoroki. Um, how can I help you?”

You gaze hit the desk and remained there as he merely stared down at you. With a jolt, you realised that only you and Hatsume were left in the studio out of all the support students. When had the day ended?

“I just wanted to ask if you could note down for one of the capsules of disinfectant to be refilled.” You blinked. Slowly. Nothing he said was registering. “The capsules on the belt of my hero costume.”

At his clarification you nodded and tried to tell him that you’d do it, but the words died in your throat and you were left just sat there. Why wasn’t your voice working? This was the worst. Biting down on the warmth that was rising to your cheeks, you shook your head and gave a firm nod. Professionalism. You could do this!

“That’s fine. I’ll leave a note for Power Loader. It’ll be done before your next training exercise.”

“Thank you.”

He was about to leave. For some reason, you didn’t want him to go. Maybe you were ill today. There must have been a reason that you were doing so badly today. Even if you had a bad time, you never messed up in every aspect of life all at once. 

“Uh, how are the adjustments in the heat sensors doing? Is the sensitivity better than before?”

He paused from turning away and politely explained that it had been better. Somehow, you managed to smile and tell him that you were glad it helped.

This was awkward. You should really let him go. Thanking him for stopping by and letting the support course know about the problem, you threw your bag over your shoulder. As you went to pick up your sketchbook from the table, you noticed Todoroki’s gaze lingering on it.

He didn’t attempt to comment on it.

You were leading the way to the door when Hatsume’s cry of alarm reached you. Well, it was more a cry of “Baby!” Either way, it functioned the same as an alarm call. You turned to see what the issue was and were met with a metallic arm shooting towards your face.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened in that moment. Instinct took over.

One moment you were staring at it and the world felt like it’d frozen. The next, you were opening your eyes a mere few inches from the floor with cold hitting your sides. Shaking your head to clear the sudden fuzziness, you looked around. Your bag was just behind you and was bigger than you were. Brilliant. Shifting right in front of him had been at the top of the things you wanted to avoid. Guess there was no running from it now. No chance of hiding this anymore.

Todoroki was looking down at you with his usual poker-faced expression. Well, that solved the mystery of who had put your sketchbook in your bag and who might have seen you shift. It took a few moments for you to realise what it meant. However, you had other things to worry about at this moment in time. Transforming back into a human being would be a good start.

Focusing on your quirk, you let the familiar image of yourself fill your mind. Your hair, eyes, form and all the little details came back and when you opened your eyes again you were seeing the world from the comforting height of a teenager. Fantastic. One issue down and probably many more to go.

You looked at Todoroki and gave him a shy shrug. For some reason, it was all you could think of to offer. There was a silent apology in that shrug but he merely rose a hand to the wall of ice and melted it.“We need to talk.” Despite being used to the lack of emotion in his voice, it had never been so harsh when he’d spoken to you as a cat. It hadn’t been quite as chilly when he’d spoken to you as a support course student.

“Yeah.” You managed out.

He turned and walked out of the classroom. You picked up your bag and followed him, head hung low. You’d blown it. Well and truly blown it. Your little times of happiness beside him as a feline were over.

You’d both left the school and turned into a small side alley just outside the school when he stopped.

He opened his mouth to speak but you knew you had to say something first. You couldn’t take this. Despite the embarrassment and shame coursing through you at being found out like this… You could do it. You’d go first.

“Before you say anything,” you took a small breath and managed to raise your gaze to meet his. Bashful, perhaps, but not weak-willed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t mean to cause any discomfort, I just enjoyed being in your company. I should have told you or stopped—”

“You enjoyed those evenings?”

You nodded. As much as a part of you hated the attention, you would stand here. You wouldn’t back down. You weren’t a coward. It didn’t matter that you didn’t want to shine brightly and draw attention like the hero course students and Hatsume. You could still muster the courage to say what you wanted to say now.

When push came to shove, you could do it.

“I did. I’m not sure why, but I really did like being there. It was rude of me to hear about what’s going on in your family. That was personal, but I couldn’t just run away or block it out. I didn’t know what to do other than listen.” You shifted slightly, feeling more and more uncomfortable as Todoroki’s gaze remained on you. “I promise I won’t say a word about it to anyone, so don’t worry about that.”

“Why did you come back so many times. It must have been boring after a while.”

You took a moment to collect your thoughts. You’d gotten this far, so you might as well go the whole way. Why was he asking so many questions? It didn’t matter. This was it. You were ready for rejection but at least you’d have it out. You could combat this shyness if you wanted.

“I liked your company. I enjoy being around you and well, I didn’t like seeing you sad. Cheering you up is just like helping the hero course out in another way.”

Inwardly cheering at how flat you’d managed to keep your face for that small confession, you went to move past him. There was no need to get told that he didn’t want you around. You knew that he’d never stop by the bench you’d used to wait on. Those times were gone now.

“I enjoyed having you around too.”

You paused and looked back. A small spark of hope had ignited in your chest. “Would it be okay if I did it again. Just an evening every so often. It’s fine if that’d be strange now.”

“That would be nice.”

You turned fully to see him and gave him a shy smile, unable to stop the redness rising on your cheeks as a joyful warmth filled you from head to toe.

“Would it be alright if we spent an evening like that with you in your human form as well?”

Shhhhh I’m a Ghibli fan and there was a black cat in this fic.

[welcometojoelsvoid]

My ocs explained: Voidverse

A friend of mine asked me to tell about my ocs, and since there a lot of them and this will be long and tumblr messages won't let me send the whole thing, so I decided to make a post dedicated to it.

This post won't have pictures of my ocs because I'm lazy, but if you're interested there's a tab on my blog called "My characters", which has their pictures and their tags.

So, to get the more complicated things cleared out, I have this group of characters I call the "alts", basically, they're alternate versions of myself. One is always based on an aspect of my personality, which I then turn into said alt. A new one is usually born whenever I make one for a new fandom or universe.

Ps. This isn't all of them, there are a few minor characters and wips that I left out because this would become waaayyyy longer than needed. These characters belong in a group I call the "Voidverse", which are the characters that I consider to be the main characters of this storyline (some of my ocs live in different realms and realities, etc). I might make another oc megapost about the other verses if you guys want.

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Classic the Demon (he/him), 24

My "main" alt, who is also my persona on the internet is called Classic the Demon (they all have nicknames since most of them usually share my name). Classic is kinda the leader of the alts, he's the one who usually gets to join a new verse if I haven't made a new alt specifically for that verse.

Classic's powers include telekinesis, teleportation, offensive spells and the summoning of a weapon (in this case; a sword) and a pair of wings. Classic has this so-called "pocket dimension" that he accesses via his magic. This dimension is where he stores a bunch of random stuff from clothing to food to sketchbooks. Also, because he's so extra, whenever he summons his sword he kinda swipes his right hand from left to right once while his sword materializes from dark energy, just for dramatic flair.

Like most demons, Classic is also capable of collecting souls through contracts, though Classic had "retired" from doing said contracts.

Classic was born in a Renaissance-era like time period in a small hidden village of demons. The village was very small with only a few houses and a post office. Classic's family consisted of Classic himself, his mother and father. Although his father had left when Classic was an infant for an unknown reason. Therefore Classic was solely raised by his mother.

Classic's only friends in the village was another boy his age named Eemeli and a person called "the Guard". The Guard lived at the edge of the small town, whose job was to protect it from the dangers of the grand forest right next to them. Classic looked up to the Guard, for she was one of the strongest people he knew. His favourite memory of her was when she fought a bear with her bare hands.

Eemeli, on the other hand, was an adventures child much like Classic, though not as reckless. He had a family of two (2) parents and four (4) siblings.

(But of course, because this is a character made by yours truly, there is a lot of edge and angst)

At the age of 13, Classic's village was attacked by a troupe of human soldiers. They burned the houses and slaughtered the people. With the help of his mother, he had survived. Classic had passed out during the attack and once he woke up he couldn't believe his eyes. Everything was destroyed and burnt to the ground, including the people he held so near and dear to his heart. Classic didn't know what to do, so he wandered aimlessly until he reached a town of humans. Traumatised and blinded by hate, he killed everyone and anyone he saw and when he reached the castle he stabbed the king to death with a dagger that had appeared in his hands, which would later on, as he got older, form into the dark sword that it is today.

Classic was "rescued" by a group of angels and was brought into their home in the sky. No, not heaven, but a floating island. He hadn't told them exactly what happened, not that he was all that able to because of the shock of it all. Though the angels did not press on the subject, clearly aware of his discomfort.

The family he was living with had one (1) child, Ale, a pink haired angel with greenish eyes. The two of them instantly became close friends and through that friendship considered each other siblings. Growing up in a community of angels as a demon was tough, but most of them were very accepting of Classic.

Though, with time he became restless. He wanted to go somewhere, do something. But he didn't know where nor what.

At the age of 19, Classic and Ale packed their bags and went to see the world. And through this adventure, they became face to face with Death, literally. On their adventure, Ale had been hurt severally and Classic in desperation tried with all his might to help them. He turned to soul stealing harvesting and contract work to earn currency, souls paid well with witches and faeries. Unfortunately, he couldn't earn enough in time or get any help. Ale had died of sickness and Classic ever since blamed himself.

His journey alone took him to many places, but he was always alone. Until he met a certain someone, but more about that later.

Classic himself is a cocky yet charming personality, not really in love with himself but absolutely adores praise and loves being in the spotlight (when he wants to, otherwise attention from a lot of people make him anxious). He's the one I made the most like myself, so ultimately he has the same issues; depression, anxiety, ADD and sociopathic tendencies. Of course, pretty much every alt have more or less these traits, some show them more, some don't.

He's a loyal friend and cares for his loved ones, good with a sword and has good problem-solving skills and critical thinking, but he lacks the sense of responsibility sometimes and gets very paranoid about not being good enough. He's very forgetful and has a hard time understanding complex things like math, geology and physics but has a talent for arts, language and philosophy. He's not in touch with his owns feelings but can tell when someone else is upset, anxious or lying. He's very unused to affection and compliments, often deeming himself not worthy of them but tries his best to stay positive.

Jojo (he/they), 23

Jojo is an easily excitable and reckless half-dead demon living in a post-apocalyptic setting. Jojo doesn't have magical abilities, though, they lost them alongside his horns and tail after committing suicide before he was brought back to life.

He likes brights colours, stuffed animals, motorcycles and most importantly; explosives.

Jojo had lost a part of their hearing and vision to a malfunctioning bomb, had been lucky that in a tight spot the last of his magical ability had protected all but a small portion of the side of his head, face and neck.

His left leg was lost in a fight. Jojo had seen a young girl being kidnapped, followed the kidnappers and fought them, rescuing the kidnapped children and losing his leg to an axe. This had happened before the war.

Even in crude conditions, Jojo believes that positivity can get you through anything. His blatant naïtivity can often cause him to trust the wrong people but make no mistake, Jojo is no fool and can quickly regain his composure and build up his walls. Jojo is a very social person and can easily get along with anyone, although can sometimes get a tad too excited and accidentally say and do something rather awkward. They always try to make up for hurt feeling, tough. Jojo is also big on taking risks and can often put themselves in dangerous situations.

As mentioned previously Jojo is a bomb fanatic and loves explosives and explosions. He taught himself to make his own bombs and frag launcher, many of which malfunctioned in various ways.

He doesn't remember much about his childhood, his memory fading alongside the scars on his body. He just remembers having a good family and he's fine with that. Jojo is also one of the only alts who drinks and smokes (they smoke pot, don't like cigarettes much). He's overall a pretty chill dude when he's not jumping from place to place and blowing stuff up.

He's also the one who shows the most clearly symptoms of ADHD.

He's a smart boy who's a bit clumsy sometimes.

A wholesome boy. A very sweet boy.

Invite him to every party because he's never been to one but really wants to. Good with kids, animals and knows how to make broccoli taste good. (Not good with elders and other fragile things that break easily)

10/10

282-J aka J/Jay (they/them), 22

282-J, the one that is actually not even a demon. 

J's power is "teleportation" via light. They can turn themselves into light particles and move a few meters to the direction of their choosing. So J cannot use this power in places without some kind of light source, though the illumination of a phone or TV, etc, is not enough. J also cannot move through solid matter, like walls and doors.

 J was born into "captivity" in a science lab (Oh, yes, it's "science labs are evil" trope time!). This science lab was fixated on mutants and mutation, so I relate J to the Marvel universe (because X-Men).

From birth J had lived in that facility, being experimented on every single day. Some weren't bad, like seeing how long of a distance J can teleport for example, but some are excruciating, as when J would go days without being fed or being locked in a dark and tight room for weeks, even months! It all took its toll on J's fragile body.

Once the lab crew injected an adrenaline type drug into J's bloodstream and locked him in a small room for three (3) days straight, when a staff member was sent to retrieve J's seemingly passed out body, they had bitten into the man's arm and in response got an elbow to the chest. J coughed up blood and couldn't breathe, actually passing out this time. When J woke up they were in their own room; padded, white walls and the one-way glass in front. J felt their own breath on their face and when J reached to touch their own face, they felt what seemed like a gas mask of sorts and tried to fumble with it to take it off. The voice from the speakers told that the gas mask had two (2) benefits; it restrained J from biting the staff again and it kept J, themselves, alive. Apparently one of J's lungs had received a lot of damage from the incident and the lab crew could not entirely fix it, so a special gas mask would have to do.

J is very timid and does not speak often nor raise their voice. They're very awkward in social situations and get overwhelmed by large groups of people and loud noises. Though J can be brave and courageous when they want to and they're also a quick thinker and rather clever.

Cappy the Capricorn (she/her), 300+

Ah, yes, Cappy the Capricorn- or Cappy the Zodiac demon. The one person you wouldn't invite to your family gatherings.

She is a Zodiac demon and her powers focus mostly on controlling the water element. Another skill of her's is knowing how to cut her own hair using seashells and other sharp objects found on the seafloor. She's a very calm person with a professional-seeming personality, but she can be a bit "inappropriate", so to say.

She's a siren-like creature and when underwater her legs turn into a fishtail. She very much enjoys tricking unsuspecting men into their tombs and seducing women into sleeping with her, though to the fair lass she shall do no harm (In other words; she's a lesbian). Her magic is very powerful, but she isn't a fighter- she doesn't want to waste her time on petty brawling. Although if not left alone when asked, she won't hesitate to use violence as her saviour.

Unfortunately, there isn't much to tell about her background, for it does not exist because I am a lazy sonovabitch who doesn't think through their characters' backstories.

But Cappy is not really that much of a "macho sex object with no personality" (I hope), for in actuality she's a real softy. She's all smooth and clever in seduction and all that sexy stuff, but when a cute girl compliments her, she blushes like crazy and gets all flustered. If she ever would develop a crush on some poor soul, that poor soul would have to deal with a very nervous and stuttering mountain sea goat.

From 1 to 10 I'd rate Cappy a 5/10 on the friendship scale. Not that she's an evil person or whatever, she just doesn't know how to properly act around people (living at the bottom of the sea for hundreds of years will do that to ya, I suppose...). She, however, is very supportive and helpful whenever the people she considers her friends are having a hard time (especially about their own appearance, she ain't having none of it).

The Voidkeeper (she/they), ???

The Voidkeeper, the eldest one- mostly because their age cannot be comprehended for it simultaneously does and does not exist.

The Voidkeeper is half-blind, half-death and selectively mute. She is also a sociopath and does not feel empathy nor sympathy (or feelings, at all).

And most important, they are dead. I mean no heartbeat, rotten insides, dried out blood kind of dead.

She was banished to what is called the Void when she committed suicide. See, demons cannot be killed, only trapped in artefacts or returned to the Underworld, but a demon has the ability to take their own life, but it is not without punishment. When a demon commits suicide they are banished and assigned to a task which they will carry out for the rest of eternity. This one was assigned to look after the Void, a fruitless task for it is empty and barren. The only thing that happens is that every millennia a new book appears in the Void to give some sort of entertainment to the Voidkeeper.

On very rare occasion a poor soul might accidentally either wander or be sent to the Void and it is the Voidkeeper's duty then forward to guide the wanderer where they were supposed to go. Every time something, or someone, appears in the Void the Voidkeeper is alerted by the soul stone they carry. This stone, as prompted by the name, is in a way the Voidkeeper's soul, which they cannot ever regain. It is their life source and their source of power. The Voidkeeper is not allowed to ever be violent, so the soul stone only grants them defensive powers. In this case the ability to heal and create protective forcefields.

The Voidkeeper cannot physically ever enter the realm of the living, but with the aide of someone very powerful, they are granted to walk amongst the living as a ghost of sorts. They, however, cannot be touched by the living.

The Voidkeeper is very silent and intelligent. They know more than you'd expect, but will never tell you what you want to know. Only what you need to know, which in itself is not much. She prefers to observe others as they go about their life whenever she isn't reading, other than that there isn't much to her.

Inquisitor Lotus Draqon (he/him), 23.5

The alt for the da:i fandom and my most recent alt.

He's very peculiar in the sense that he was born from the merged souls of Classic and a dragon called Jupiter. No one is sure how this happened but one-day Classic had disappeared. It took a long time to find where he was and the answer was very surprising.

Now with his soul living in as in another person's body, Classic was trapped in a frozen state in another pocket dimension with Jupiter. This meant that as long as Lotus was intact or alive, Classic would not himself be present and neither would Jupiter.

Classic's soul gave Lotus many of the abilities that he himself has, telekinesis, illusion magic, weapon and wing summoning, etc. And Lotus as a person is fairly similar to Classic, some of the differences being Lotus' dragon attributes; his scales, tail, the sword is rather different, bigger horns and bigger wings (and a bigger appetite).

Lotus is also more innocent leaning and shyer. And unlike Classic, isn't such a good swordsman (he gets better with time tho).

Similarly to Classic, Lotus isn't very independent and often depends a lot on the people around him for help and advice. They both also have a giant sweet tooth and love animals. And they both stutter, have trouble pronouncing some words and have motor and verbal ticks (whenever Lotus yawns, burps, gets excited, happy or is frightened he goes "woof!", Classic just makes weird demon noises. Their motor ticks are pretty much the same, twitchy hands, neck and whole damn body).

Though Lotus is more prone to seek out simulation, tapping his claws against a table, playing with his hair and tail and pressing his toe beans. Classic mostly plays with his hair and his shirt sometimes. Also because of dyslexia, they both often have jumbled words when speaking, though with Lotus it's stronger and for him, reading is harder. Lotus is more willing to take risks and go out on an adventure, he has very strong legs and wings that can carry him for hours. And in general Lotus' health is better than Classic's, he's learned to cope with his problems better and cares for himself more.

Also, laser pointers totally work on him.

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Now, let's get to the other characters in my verse.

Katy Huerta (she/her), 38-41

A retired Special Task Force agent called back on the field after suspicious and unknown signals had started appearing out of nowhere. They were most likely of a supernatural origin and agent Huerta was assigned on the job. Katy is a skilled and headstrong woman with experience with supernatural forces. As a young child, her body is shared by her and a power fire spirit. She can control fire and use it as a weapon, as well as turn into fire herself.

Turns out that classic had been causing waves of magic which turned to signals as he made his way to this world and travelled around it. At the time he was 19 years old. Katy wasn't sure how to approach him as she found him walking around abandoned buildings but she knew she couldn't kill or arrest him, he hadn't done anything wrong. So she took him in. Taught him, mentored him, took care of him. Katy doesn't have much knowledge about magic but she taught him how to use his sword, how to use his mind and how to use his heart. Classic would follow her around like a puppy, mostly because HQ didn't fully trust a demon to walk around by himself. They respected Katy a great deal, but we're very unsure of this decision. Katy didn't care, though, she was sure. Katy's heart is as big as her muscles and just as strong, she never gave up on that boy and she's glad she didn't. She found a lifelong friend and a trusted partner. She was like a mother to him.

Katy is what I like to call the "bridger", she's usually the bridge between the different universes and dimensions. I gave her full knowledge of the different alts, what they are and what they mean. Whenever there's a new alt, she informs the others and looks over the new one, deciding whether or not they should be cautious and stay away or if they can be invited to the "inner circle".

The day when Classic had his soul transferred and himself trapped was something Katy wasn't sure how to take action, she had no idea who "Lotus" was and what kind of alt they were (you can never know, even the nice sounding ones can be mean and the world they live in might not be able to handle Katy's presence). She took a risk and bridged into the world of Thedas to handle the situation.

Coraline Daniel (she/her), 65.5

The pretty typical vampire oc, I'd say.

Coraline is a carefree soul who enjoys being a mysterious shadow in the back of people's minds. One day she's here, another day she's gone. She doesn't burn in the sunlight but her powers weaken a lot, which includes mind control, teleportation and flight.

A true lady and a primadonna; never settles for second best, Coraline is a beauty and rarity and uses it to her advantage. Many people are slow to notice she's already sucking the blood out of their veins, her victims helplessly falling into her traps and under her spell. 

All except one.

Agent Katy Huerta; the STF's favourite puppet; a saviour; a righteous knight; a woman of high regard and the only one to catch Coraline's eye. She had been assigned to search for the reason behind recent murders (Coraline's doing, of course) and had successfully tracked the culprit down. Coraline was surprised that her normal tactics hadn't worked and this piqued her interest. Ever since their first meeting, they seemed to bump into each other quite often. It was a classic game of cat and mouse, with a lot more flirting though. And they both seemed to enjoy it.

Coraline could never trap her and she could never catch Coraline in return. Neither of them wanted to. Or did, but the meaning behind it had changed.

Katy would track the vampire to her next destination, catch her red-handed, they'd fight, steal kisses in between and Katy would watch her disappear into the night. It became routine, tradition. Routine was broken when Katy asked her for a date before she could run off again, caught by surprise but regaining composure Coraline accepted. Katy brought her a silver ring as a gift to their date, it was a simple gesture that meant something more to them both.

Akachi (they/them), 12

Akachi was found in Western-Africa, alone and unconscious in a cryochamber at an old hospital. The child was in a deep coma and appeared to have lizard-like attributes. Files showed that they were there because of an illness that threatened to take their life, but nothing else could be recovered.

The STF team took them back to America to take care of them, but no one was sure what should be done. Should they be given up for adoption? Surely that couldn't be safe for the child. Luckily STF's golden girl Katy Huerta stepped up to take care of the child, adopting them. The child's name is Akachi, was what she was told, they were found abandoned and appear to be intersex. And so the child was given in to her care. Once home, Classic had been very curious about the child. They decided to take care of Akachi together.

Back then Akachi had been just 4 years old and they didn't appear to have any memories before the hospital, so adapting wasn't the most difficult thing. Akachi is a gentle soul and a very curious child, very imaginative. Akachi was placed in a special program when starting school, normal school being a distant thought but they got there eventually.

Akachi is very excited about new things, very excited to learn and experience things. Although Katy tries to keep them away from tough adventures, sometimes by accident a certain demon cannot resist the puppy-eyes. Akachi is all too happy to meet new people, they always dream of having a big family and they do consider the alts to be family.

Elizabeth Hart aka Wolfy Heart (she/her), 27

Quite literally my oldest oc, I'm fairly sure that Wolfy was the first oc that I ever made and she's come such a long way since then.

Wolfy is the daughter of a rich German family, not that it matters but I'm just laying down random facts at this point, she grew up fairly similarly to everyone else though, she wasn't spoiled and her parents were very good at parenting and were decent people.

Wolfy is a very motherly person and takes care of her friends a lot, she loves socialising and cooking and is very good at playing the harp. She's very curious and blushes easily, she's very modest. She likes spending time with animals and children and is very creative and fashionable. She's compassionate and wants what's best for everyone, she's a little naïve in that sense.

Wolfy had been good friends with Katy (through a mutual friend) even before Classic came around. And Wolfy was more than happy to welcome him with open arms and warm cupcakes! Wolfy's also like an aunt to Akachi who she also welcomed with open arms and warm cupcakes.

Idk dudes I love Wolfy, she's been there for me through many years and seen some shit, she's amazing, she sometimes makes her own clothes and really likes turtles.

Quality werewolf, would bark again

Katja Storm aka Kstorm (mostly she/they but he is also fine), 30

Kstorm is also a very old character of mine (like Wolfy and Katy), she's been through many changes and I'm finally happy with where she is!

Kstorm is the oldest of (3) three children, she's half Spanish half Korean and she's a DJ and quite enjoys making music. I imagine her style is similar to Porter Robinson but maybe a bit more bass heavy (I just love Porter Robinson y'all)

She's dating a girl named Kayna (Kstorm calls her Kaykay uwu), who's best friends with Wolfy and by correlation, she got invited to the Cool Kids club B)

Kstorm herself is a witch and when Classic came around she got pretty excited (but like low-key, cuz she's cool like that), tbh Kstorm was a big help with assisting Classic to handle and control his magic. While Katy is very agitated about spreading the knowledge about bridging and the alts, but she trusts this group of people.

Kstorm doesn't go on adventures or jump through dimensions much, too busy working but she asks to get herbs and cool artefacts and talismans whenever the others do go.

Kstorm is a cool and collected person, she doesn't like drama and doesn't want to make a big deal out of things, especially if it isn't. She went to medical school to become a nurse before turning into a fulltime DJ and she often puts together charity events at the club she performs at. She's generally loved by her community, though there has been drama and people trying to ruin her name. She lost some of her fans after coming out as genderfluid and pansexual but regained a large following of very supportive followers and fans.

Taika (they/them), ???

Taika is a tall, cat-like forest spirit who came from a very monochrome and old realm, they came to the human realm to experience colour, loudness and life for what it could be.

They don't have a mouth (or nose) so they can't speak and when they were born their limbs were deformed so now they have prosthetic arms and legs (luckily the forest spirits are pretty handy).

Taika is a very innocent and optimistic creature, very curious about humans and other beings.

Taika especially loves a lot of what humans have created and relishes in their culture with loud music, dyed hair, ripped jeans and technology.

Now, Taika doesn't really belong in the Voidverse, but I love them so much that I had to mention them cuz they're literally so precious.

[caseofthestolenspecs]

Promptober Day 30: Found

(For @miluette‘s Promptober!) (Also, this is dedicated to @miluette, as this was based on an idea we came up with awhile ago. <3)

Ever since they’d first started dating, Prompto left little handwritten notes everywhere for Gladiolus. He’d made a game out of it; sometimes they’d be out in the open for him to find with little difficulty, but most of the time they’d be tucked away, hidden in the most random of places. He kept a tally on how many Gladiolus would find in the end, and how long it would take him to do so.

The notes’ contents varied. While some were lovey-dovey (plenty of “I love you”s), the majority were written with the intention of making the large man laugh. The messages alternated between being downright nonsensical (“Ever seen a pink Garulessa?”) or borderline insulting if they weren’t so ridiculous (“Are those your eyebrows or did someone glue caterpillars to your face?”).

Every day when Gladiolus woke in the morning, he’d wonder where he’d find one of Prompto’s little love notes next. Would it be in his clothing bag? Taped to the bottom of his dinner plate? Tucked into one of his books? Or would he wake up to find it stuck in his hair, taped to the wispy strands that hung at the back of his neck? Every day was a surprise, and Gladiolus looked forward to it. They were a little glimmer of sunshine when he needed it the most, especially when life took its first steps down a darker path, eventually leading to an inevitable event.

The day Noctis disappeared into the crystal, they’d all lost their best friend, the glue holding their small group together. The stress and dread of what was to come, of the unknown, was too much for them to bear. The air was tense. Hearts were fragile. Writing love notes didn’t even cross Prompto’s mind anymore; all that remained were thoughts of Noctis, of how badly he missed him, how badly he wanted to see him again. Gladiolus was no better, and Ignis didn’t speak to either of them much from that day onward, lost in his own endless sea of thoughts.

As a result, Gladiolus and Prompto didn’t make it. After everything they’d been through together, they ended up walking different paths, going their separate ways - searching for something that neither of them were sure even existed. They needed time apart, time to find themselves.

Prompto didn’t have any love notes left in his system at that point... that is, except for one. After they’d said their goodbyes, Prompto decided to leave Gladiolus one final note, one really good one that he had been saving for a special occasion. When he had a moment alone, he tucked it inside one of Gladiolus’ belongings, someplace he knew the man had a chance of stumbling upon it one day. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Prompto left that up to chance, to fate.

Ten years later, a miracle took place - their best friend returned to them. Though it was only temporary, it was what they had all needed for their hearts to heal at last.  They rebuilt their bond, administered medicine, sought comfort in the form of smiles, laughter, and tears. And when it came time, they said their final goodbyes with the break of the new dawn. They were able to provide a proper send-off, to show their gratitude for their dear friend. Noctis brought the light back to Eos, and with it, hope. Joy.

Love.

Gladiolus never let go of Prompto from that day forward.

….

Gladiolus slumped down against the couch one afternoon, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail as he brought his legs up onto the furniture lazily. A stiff drink in one hand and a book in the other, he felt he’d earned the right to relax for awhile. After all, hefting and carrying and unpacking boxes all morning was a surefire way to exhaust someone, even someone as fit as Gladiolus.

He leaned back against the cushion, a yawn escaping him as he held up the book. He smiled fondly as his eyes passed over the embossed words written across the dust jacket. Hearts on Fira. He thought he’d lost this book ages ago, but lady luck had smiled upon him that morning; it had been tucked away inside one of his old bags, hidden in one of the zippered side pockets. Honestly, he was pretty stoked. One of his favourite guilty pleasures to pass the time had been reading in the back seat of the Regalia. Damn, how long had it been since he’d last done that, now? Twelve years? Wow. Time sure flew.

Gladiolus flipped through the pages with care. Though the paper had begun to yellow from age, the glue securing them to the binding appeared to be holding up. He’d read this book more times than he’d like to admit. What page was it, when Sylvia finally confessed her love to Antonio? Right, that must have been around... page two hundred and twenty, maybe.

When he parted the book to read that sweet sweet confession scene again, something fluttered out from within.

Curious, Gladiolus set the book aside, picking up the mystery object that had fallen onto his lap. At first he thought that maybe one of the pages had fallen out after all, but the colour didn’t match, nor did the size. It was smaller, folded, and had one jagged edge, like it had been a former corner torn from an unrelated paper source.

Unfolding it, he felt his heart stop in his chest.

Scribbled hastily on the inside with black ink was a short message. To anyone else, it wouldn’t have made a lick of sense, but Gladiolus knew better. He knew this writing, right down to the pen that it had been scribbled with (it had been his, once upon a time - the ink stream cut out here and there). The messy, faded writing could only belong to one person in the world, the one person he loved more than anyone and anything else.

“You smell like a behemoth’s ass.”

That was it. That was the mystery message. Gladiolus read those words over and over, twenty times at least, before a laugh began to rumble low in his chest. It didn’t take long for it to give way to a joyous burst, his shoulders shaking, the book he’d been holding moments prior falling to the floor with a loud thump. In that moment, all the stress, all the anger, all the sorrow that he’d held onto for so long seemed to disappear. It served as a reminder of their precious friends’ sacrifice, the gift he had left them with. It wasn’t just Eos’ light; it was the joy of life itself.

And most of all, Noctis had given Gladiolus the greatest gift of all: meeting Prompto Argentum for the first time, all those years ago.

After a short while, Gladiolus’ laughter finally waned, tears streaming down his face in its place. Gods, he’d needed that. He stared down at the piece of paper again, at the silliness scratched on its surface. ‘A behemoth’s ass’. What an absurd thing to write, let alone come up with in the first place. This book… this message… it was like Prompto had somehow planned it, placed it strategically, like a time capsule. It had come to him when he’d needed it the most. In a way, it was like he’d just received a bottled up kiss from a twenty-year old Prompto.

Tucking the note into his pocket, Gladiolus got to his feet. He left the room, on a mission to find the sender so he could return the favour.

He found him instantly.

Sitting at the kitchen table with a large textbook open in front of him, the now thirty-two year old Prompto studied for his photography course. His nose was scrunched in concentration, a pair of glasses perched crookedly on the tip of his nose, having slid down from the tilt of his head. He looked tired; bags under his eyes and a lazy posture, but one couldn’t blame him. After all, moving house in the middle of having to study for final exams would take a lot out of anyone, even someone as energetic and brilliant as Prompto.

Without warning, Gladiolus stepped up behind Prompto, leaning down to place a kiss atop soft blond strands. Quickly moving to his side, he then scooped the blond up in his large arms, a cry of surprise squeaking out from his partner’s mouth. Before Prompto could protest further, Gladiolus silenced him with a kiss, one that just barely made contact thanks to the parting of the large grin he had on his face.

“You smell too,” Gladiolus murmured, another laugh bubbling past his lips as he gave his beloved another kiss. Prompto didn’t learn what that was all about until about an hour or so later, but he didn’t mind so much. When Gladiolus balled the note up and tossed it at him playfully somewhere along the way, Prompto scrambled to catch it, read it, and immediately proceeded to laugh so hard his sides hurt.

His love note had found its recipient at last, just as he’d hoped it would. Everything had worked out in the end - leaving it up to fate hadn’t been foolish, after all.

Prompto cherished every new day they spent together. Every moment was filled with happiness... spontaneity... love. And he knew precisely who he had to thank for this life, and he made sure to do so every single day.

Thank you, Noctis.

[jammixes-blog]

Zero

Zero is at the center of everything. That's a Good point. However, as a hockey score, like 0 for the Canadiens and 6 for the Maple Leafs. That sucks, as a Canadiens fan. Hockey and sports teach us about loyalty. Even if T.O is my home, i stick to my team. For basketball, the Raps are my team. For football, it can only be the Niners or Raiders. For baseball, the Yankees, since i could see the stadium, from my apartment in the projects, at 164th and Grand Concourse, in the Bronx. They won that year! For soccer, the French team, then, Germany, since i was 4 years old. For tennis, i don't follow anymore. But, for wit, it's definitely Marx, not Karl, but Groucho. What a kool-ass Genius. If didn't have fun with him, he, at least, tripped you out, pretty sure of it. A lot of Geniuses hate to be previsible, they'll do the opposite of what you expect. To show you that your expections have no weight in their life. Expect away, and you shall be deceived. Surrender to God, and you shall be rewarded. Those who have expectations haven't thought thoroughly... Let It Grow. Nothing stays around, Good or Bad. But, the bad feels like an eternity, while the good feels like a snap. The people you love, and who love you, should be your reason to live...as long as you can. I refuse, for people who love me, to sacrife their life, for me. I've made my prayers long time ago, i want to sacrifice myself for them, body, mind, and soul. Otherwise, i wouldn't be able to live with myself. My Pappich, my Mamouné, and my PC, are more important to me, than myself. I would rather be broke, with the people i love, than rich, alone. If i had it, i would trade all the money in the world, for the Health of the people i love. No one you love can ever be replaced, by all the money in the world. If i have to be a monkey, in a circus, to raise money, to save the life of someone i love, i'll do it. Money is just a concept, that's my Craft, i can come up with money, anytime, all i need is a good business partner. But, the life of my loved ones is something i cannot create... It takes a Dad and a Mum to create a little Revolution... Leaving before time is not an option, when it's possible to stick around...at least for people who love you. There is no way i would allow anyone to sacrifice themselves for me. And, if it's a question of money, i want none of it. No one is dying, if they refuse to. You get what you want, in life. If you have to struggle to live, do it. If someone who loves you insists of giving you money to heal, take it. I won't take money that comes from a human being paying it with their life. The way things work is not always we want things to work. This is where God intervenes, in the shape of others. No one can decide anything for me, or in my name, since i am a sane and responsible adult, legal in every way. But, they can treat me to the drink of their choice. I trust my talent, but not my business sense, i am not brilliant or cunning with money. At least, i am conscious of my weakness. It can be fixed, with the right partner or woman. The only place that is priceless is between the arms of a loved one. The secret to love is to love life. The secret to life is to live love. The Heart feels what the Mind doesn't know. Where there's life, there's love. And vice-versa. Love is the Greatest engine of Humankind. The purpose of loving is living. Roses will alway grow. There will always be a Spring, in every Garden. It's natural. Winter never lasts. The Sun always comes back. Canada prepares the soul to the harshest winters, as well as the most Glorious summers. With a Majestic fall, in the middle. The soul is a Fire that can't be estinguished. Love is a lesson in itself. Everybody can talk about love, but very few people practice it. Canada is worth every drop of Maple Syrup it produces. Which is a poor Metaphor for every drop of life Maple Trees Give us. In as much as "The Art of War" is impressive with wisdom, it omits a Major fact: "everything is 99.9% able to be calculated. Always be conscious of the 0.1%. This is what makes of a Master, a Genius. This 0.1% is actually the cornerstone of any speculation. La paix intérieure n'a pas de prix, mais, elle demande des sacrifices et une croyance aveugle en Dieu. To surrender to God is priceless. It transcends colour of skin, religion, sexual orientation, money, or social class. I am proud of who i am. Anyone who has a problem with it should solve that problem, without me. i have no time or energy for evil ego games. My opinion is as important as your opinion. And vice-versa. Unless you are a twat, tweeting metaphors from a night no one wants to see, during the day, in the light, and in the Sun. The Good news is, so far, in this world: you can pretty much do what you want, and be who you want, as long as you are Good to others and respect the Rule of Law. Those who fuck with you, then, are called: Criminals. As long as no one complains to my face, i assume, rationally and sanely, that i am not behaving out of the bounds society defined, in an arbitrary way, or going against the laws. Thus, i am a freeman, to do, think, and feel the way i choose and want. Something i want every human being to feel entitled to. I will only respect the judgement of Judges, appointed in La Hague, or locally, for an objective opinion. And i will only obey my parents, for their subjective love. Magic is performed to see, what we refuse to see. And, Magik is made to feel, what we have a hard time to feel. I suspect John Lennon had contacts with the O.T.O, in New York. I was tempted to join, when i was 24 years-old, in NYC. The lore of Knight Templars is small enough to fit a human Heart, but big enough to flood the whole World. The difference between "Night" and "Knight" is that the former brings Darkness, while, the latter spreads Light. The current US Pestilence and his Vice are Nights of the Ka Ka Kon. Their secret handshake is to poo on each other's face. I have no secrets, for anyone. Out of laziness. I'd rather be honest and spend time and energy with the people i love, or doing what i love, than waste time and energy wasting everyone's time and energy on bullshit. There are no secrets worth holding on to, for the Good people who want Everyone to go forward, happier, and richer, in every way. 1 dot alone can define ALL other 1 dot. It's never too late to be too soon. Let every page you write on be dedicated to God. Then, whatever expectation you have will be exceeded. You'll make sure of that, reading, re-reading, and verifying... To be square and on the level means that you are conscious of having a unique body, mind, and soul...to improve and work with. Then, you have to step up, three times, to be a fully Grown Rose, a Master. If you don't let the Kundalini snake go through your energy centers, then, you have never lived, since you never breathed. The nazis understood the "Vril", discovered, for the West, by a French diplomat, stationed in India. This was their only real weapon. However, the "Vril" was discovered long before, by Templars. The "Vril" is the result of an Alchemical process, within the Initiate. At that point, the Alchemist has no more ego and can feel raw energy, as it is, without getting filtered. Meditation, through any belief system, when performed properly, can harness this energy, in the body, the mind, or the soul. Like nazis stated, it can make the mind perceive an hour as a second. If you meditate enough, it becomes an instinct and a reflex. Suddenly, opening your "3rd eye" takes no effort. Channeling 1's energies enables 1 to affect the whole universe. The Truth is not as hard to find as the sources that try to cover it make it look like. We live more in an Age of Misinformation than an Age of Information. To get the real news, one has to know how to read in-between the lines. Even information, nowadays, has become esoteric. Individual Privacy, on the left-hand path of things, has become a Public Domain item. Hopefully, not for long. Privacy is what makes most of us feel Good, Safe, and Comfortable, at Home. This is vital to maintain a Fair, Compassionate, and Free society. No one Nation or valley made out of silicon is going to jeopardize this Basic Human Right, enforced by The Hague. It's called a "Crime Against Humanity". Human dignity is not a subject of debate or subjective preference, it's a birthright, bestowed upon every human being, at birth, and monitored by The Hague, legitimized by every Nation. It's not a joking matter, it's a very serious offence. We all decided, after WWII, that no one was allowed to fuck with an Innocent human being, body, mind, or soul, without paying exemplary damages and being severely punished. And, if that human being's family is targeted as well, then, no matter the immunity of the culprits, they will be tried and judged. Hitler preferred suicide, other self-proclaimed world leaders face 4 walls, for life. Knights do not knight themselves. Fake knight and fake leader, spreading terror and bullying everywhere, through all media available, in any way, re-tweeting neo-nazi propaganda. That's a Fool waiting to get hanged, with his Vice. As far as i am concerned: "You Are Fired, With Your Vice!". Verdict: Evil, inadequate, and counter-productive. Tendency to antagonize and provoke all Good people, out of resentment and jealousy. Unfit to be a team player or beneficial contribution to anyone. A parasite that has to be punished and discarded, as an example for lazy evil bully, self-serving racists, everywhere. In a world that needs healing, love, and compassion, your place is between 4 walls. Time to have fun, respect, and build bridges. We'll give you walls, no worries, and glass windows too. Your turn to dance, monkey and his Vicr, the rest of us are Good human beings. As for the valley with silicon, your execs are going to join their teachers and masters, penniless. I'm the 1 in charge of re-distributing, fairly, the money they owe ALL of us. But, start forgetting about Google, YouTube, Twitter, Yahoo, Apple, et al. We can create, and we will, better local alternatives. They WERE evil. Americans voted a leader who is an evil ego-centrical maniac racist who bullies the world and behave as an asshole so that America can be lazy and self-righteous, even with its failure to be productive, in any industry. Are Americans Good people? Do they deserve respect, compassion, or consideration? Right now, NO. They got sloppy, lazy, and racist. They are nullifying their own self. What's the beneficial use of such an America, to the world? It's a burden and an unfair punishment to the Fair, Happy, and Free World. And, it's an insult to human dignity, very few people would die for an "American Dollar" nowadays. In fact, ironically, but inevitaby, my 1 Rupees, from 1974, are going to be worth much more, soon. By the end of the day, the real fool is the one who tried to fool everybody else. Those who tried to spread "terror", daring to call their latest operation "Isis", are the ones who are going to be terrorized, with no delay, naked, at the mercy of the whole world, without any veil. Those who need love, have to Give love, first. Otherwise, you get caca, for giving caca. I need Love. I'm not ashamed of it, i don't function on Hate. I would do anything for love, but, i'll do nothing for hate. On the contrary, that's when i'm ready to fight, with more love than evil idiots can take. Something in tune with the "Art of War", which hints subtlely that once you conquer Hearts, you've won already. Although your army is ready to sacrife their life for you, just the consciousness of it will get the whole army safe and your victory...certain, over Evil, no matter how big the ranks are. The Heart is the most powerful and priceless weapon. One big heart can defeat an army of a Million mercenaries, easily. I need my Boss, a Woman, desperatly. No ego about it, and no fucking around, she'll boss me around, i'm that weak, alone. But, i always fucked it up. Or, others do it, for me. My prayer: "God, give me a fair chance with Pauline, please. I'll have to surrender and learn, as usual. But, this time, let me try, please.". As a human being, how do i choose a partner? Feeling. Beauty is a subjective perception. Everyone is beautiful to someone . That's beauty in itself. Finding beauty is an expression of love. That excludes pedophilia and vices, like the ka ka ka, or racism. That's called perversion, it's evil. I never understood pedophiles, but i always wanted to kick them, in the nuts. And, now that i have 2 nieces, Amayayus and Puce, i feel even more protective. I will destroy anyone who fucks with my 2 angels. No pity, there, i'm out for serious damage i won't kill, by principle, but make damages that can't be fixed. I hope Americans start getting the drift and get their Heart, not their wallet, to wake up. The leader and his Vice, you elected, are raping, or trying to, the world, the little girl, thinking it's ok, in your name. While, you know very well that you are getting fucked in the ass, too, without giving your consent. Are you a nynphomaniac (wrong spelling, you get it, in your face, fairly), are you evil, or just fucking too lazy to react? Bottom line, you take care of beinging down the rapists, or, the rest of us will do it, for a fee, which will cost you enough to hurt and remember, for a long time. Americans will become 2nd rate expats, anywhere. And their allies, like Saudi Arabia, punished and humiliated, ad well. Iran? Nothing against, personally. A Great Nation, with Great minds, abd a Great history. Ad a Lebanese Maronite, threatened? Not in the least. I side by Aoun, finally. Why not a Lebanon with different religions respecting the same Constitution. Shiite Muslims have, they let Maronites be Presidents? Althougj they are a demographic majority. Respect. They respect, i respect. As for Saudi Arabia, i lived there, they're animals, protected by the USA. I've seen public executions, of unfaithful wives, stoned to death. What an inhuman Nation. Then, there are cities of GIs, beyond Saudi legislation, where US citizens get Syrian, Ethopian, and Saudi whores, can smoke weed and drink alcohol. The US embassy is the place to get Red Label, for $300 a bottle. This is tbe Nation that forbids anyone who is not Muslim, to go to Mecca, as ifcthe Vatican was only for Catholics. I was not able to go there, unless i converted, for a year, to the Muslim religion and shavedcmy head. Fuck that, i'll keep my caca colour iquama (id), since i don't have a green iquama, reserved for Muslims. Between Saudi Arabia and Iran, i'll choose Iran. It did not detain the Lebanese PM, to show that it is the USA of the region, pooing on fellow arabs. What an evil place, Muslims, Sunii and Shites should team up to denounce such profanity. Did Mohammed intend for obscure tribes, in the Saudi desert, to be costodians of the holy Ka'ba, for most Muslims? No, he didn't. If Saudi Arabia haf no petrol, no one would give a fuck. But, the US did and fucked the UK on it, they had a legitimate colonizer claim. Trurh is, Mecca beĺongs to eveyone, i hope to go back tbere, one day, to see the stone, as a Maronite. As for Saudi Arabia interfering with Lebanon, back off. If a Maronite like me endorses Aoun and is willing to evolve and embrace Lebanese Shites and Iran, get the fuck out of our politics. You can buy our real estate for your vacations, being free, unlike home, where GIs fuck Princes in the ass, daily, to have fun. But, don't fuck with our cedar. Unlike your sand, It's solid, legitimate, and here to stay, despite the US dick in your royal Saudi ass. In my country, i could be President. I refuse my Dad to sacrifice his life for it. By right, i comecfrom the tribe Napoleon, Macron, and even Iran will protect. The USA trying, through its clownish leader, to descredit me, as insane, to steal the Cedar, ain't going to happen. To the Initiate, evil is trying to conquer the Cedar, through me. Not happening. By luck, i happen to be a Good Genius. My Dad's life is not a bargaining token, to spare my life, i refuse. All the money he got should heal him. I refuse to have him allocate it to me, in front of the whole world. I want the US Pestilence to try to kill me, since that's what's been going on. It's not you get my Dad, evil motherfucker, instead of me. My Dad gets healed and i provoke you to a Gentleman's duel. Do you know what Gentle and Man mean? You motherfucker. I am provoking donald trump of my asshole. You leave Dad alone, parasite, scumbag, son of a bitch's bitch. You wanna kill someone, hitler wannabe, come to me, evil coward weasel pedophile motherfucker. Prove to the world that you have a legitimate or Goid reason to fuck with me, my Dad, or my tribe. You fucking weasel cannibsl. I will kick you in the balls so hard, if you have any courage, son of a vermine, that you will never know what pkeasure feels like. You are evil and doomed, your days are counted, you know it, sad buffoon, you are like hitler in his bunket. Except, you are a weasel, scares scumbag. WE will hang you. Soon. Americans don't give a fuck about Lebanon, they think it might be in Europe or Africa. That's how much they care about the World. Basically, that's how much they care about you, if you are not a state, in the US of my Ass. That's why, 1 Nation, 1 Vote, is so crucial. It's called Fairness and Balance. Until Americans ammend their Constitution and kick out the Tweeting Pestilence, and its Vice, they are Perskna Non Grata worldwide. As long as the Pestilence and his Vice are in powet, all Americans are KKK, lazy-ass blood -sucking ticks, on the ass of yhe world. They will be bullied, fucked around, and treated as bad as possible, everywhere in the world, to make them feel home. Oh, yeah, i forgot raped and fucked in the ass, unfairly. What a Nation of losers!!! @trumpeddevilhangedproperlyaccordingtocraftrulesfortraitorsandimitations. When you expect something, you get nothing. But, when you expect nothing , you always get Something, in Return.