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musingsinmountains · 1 year

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Hold The Line Chapter 2

Synopsis: If you would have guessed, you peaked in middle school. It was when you were at your happiest and your best friend in the universe, Kazutora Hanemiya, was deeply involved in your life. And one day, he disappeared. Life went on, but he was gone. Part of your soul died without him. Just as easily as your life as you knew it ended, fate had plans this weekend for you and your estranged middle school bestie.

C/W: Some OOC, depression, talk of suicide, violence, talk of blood, sexual tension, profanity, f!reader, nicknames, (future) smut, suggestive themes, fluff, angst, pillow talk,

Pairings: Kazutora x afab!reader, Soft/flirty Baji x afab!reader

Word Count: 12k+ (entire fic)

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Chapter 2: I’m Lost and I’m Found

Before you follow Chifuyu to the shared living space, you grab your backpack and the bag of snacks. You can't help but sigh deeply as you set your bag by the door and put the food in the kitchen. “Hurry it up,” Chifuyu said, “We’ve got a show paused”. The bag of snacks makes a hard plop as you quickly turn to join them. He scoots over and pats the couch between him and Baji, a soft smile on his face. You accept the seat, sitting with one knee held to your chest. Watch an episode with them and then head out. You shouldn’t impose on them.

The silence was almost unbearable, save for the television. They were watching one of the new nature documentaries. This particular episode was on the elusive snow leopard. Being between these two made you feel like you needed to take less space up, yet at the same time it felt safe. Don't cry, you tell yourself, you’re already intruding in on their evening. Your breathing was already labored, but when you watched the mother leopard fight the alpha male to protect her baby you lost your shit.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Baji said, surprised at the water works, “Its just a leopard doing what leopards do. Nothin’ to cry over” He hands you a stack of tissues. Chifuyu glared at him, a silent signal telling him to shut it. “What? It’s true” Baji groaned. In his defense, he was trying to be nice. Seeing girls cry was not on his list of favorite things… but it was also uncomfortable to be so familiar with someone he barely remembered.

“‘S’not that,” you sniff, grabbing at the tissues in Baji’s hand, “I… I just”. You try to take a deep breath, holding your face in your hands. It didn't make a difference, you pulled your knees to your chest and sobbed. It takes at least another five minutes before you finally stop crying long enough to think in complete sentences. “I spent a good decade thinking Kazutora was dead. He abandoned me. I came to grips with that”, a twinge of anger in your voice, “then he just waltzes back into the world of the living just to leave me again.” Your hands ball up into tight fists, your manicured nails digging into your palms.

Chifuyu stroked his chin, “Shit, he didn't tell you did he?”. He gently placed his right hand on your arm. He took a deep breath and breathed out his nose. “Tora ended up doing time in juvie about the time we started talking at school”.

“What?” you were shocked, “Tora was so sweet and kind back then”. You knew Tora had a hard childhood, with his family breaking apart when he was super little. But juvie? That sounded far fetched.

“Yeah,” Baji chimed in, “He’s not proud of it. I did some too, most of the guys in Toman did. It really changed Tora for the worse”. He sighed. It honestly wasn’t his place to tell you details about Kazutora’s time served. He ran his fingers through his hair, breathing hard through his nose. “The second time, he finally got the help he needed and started to return to his old self.”

“Toman? S-second time?” Your fists relax, but the tension just moves to your shoulders. Scarlet and indigo crescent moons appeared on your palms in the indents from your nails.You look over at Baji, pure confusion on your face.

His eyes focused on the door to Tora’s room, his jaw was clenched and brow ever so slightly furrowed.. He nodded to get his mind back to the conversation, “Don’t blame him for not telling ya about it. Probably doesn't want to scare you off”, Baji said, “He wouldn’t shut up about trying to find you after we had him move in and start at the shop”.

Things were kind of making sense, except for Kazutora’s mystery appointment. “Then where did he run off to?” you huff as you readjust your sitting position. Your head droops and lands on Chifuyu’s shoulder. I have got to relax. It isn't healthy to be so upset.

“He never tells us,” Chifuyu said, just gently patting your arm. “He’s not talkative when he comes home, we can never tell what he’s up to on these late night runs”. He rests his head on yours. “Momo, please know this isn't your fault”. Good to see Chifuyu was still such a sweet dude after all these years. You let one more deep breath go, feeling much better than you did half an hour ago.

“Thanks,” you smile, “I am sorry for ruining your night. I’m just gonna go change and head home”. You shift your body weight to pop up and off the couch, kinda forgetting that you wore the short shorts. “I can’t thank you enough for letting me lose my cool”. You know you didn't want to leave and that, in all honesty, it was probably unsafe to try to walk across town at ten thirty. Shit! How’d that much time pass? It was literally five when I got here!? Nevertheless, you still felt like you needed to leave, like you were a burden dropped on them by your mutual friend.

“The fuck you mean head home,” Baji asked, grabbing you by the wrist. His hand felt cool on your skin. Tiny pricks of electricity surged through your veins. You turn to look at him, his cheeks turning a soft pink.

“Tora isn’t here,” You say coolly, trying to tug your arm away from his grasp, “I have no reason to stay”. God damn you felt so embarrassed.Your face is red. You ache all over. You hadn’t cried like that in so long. And to do so in front of two people you are basically meeting again.

“Shut up and come back,” Baji pulled you back to the couch, “There’s no way we’re lettin’ you walk home, ain’t safe this late Momo’”. The way you landed, you were half on his lap and half on the couch. Your heart started to beat faster when he called you by your nickname. A different kind of flush adorned your cheeks.

Chifuyu nodded in agreement, “Don’t be rash,” he cooed while grabbing the remote, “We can skip the rest of this episode. It's obviously too much for you”. He nudges your side, trying to get a laugh out of you. His ruse was a success.

Even if Kazutora left you behind, there is no way he’d want you to try to leave at this hour either. At least that's what you’d like to think. Why not make the most of this? If Kazutora can run off in the middle of the night, you might as well enjoy being in the company of his roommates.

“I can handle it, I’m much less upset right now,” you playfully shove him, smiling. “Please start it without me. I haven't eaten since lunch and I am gonna pass out if I don't eat soon”. So once again, you pop off the couch and scuttle your way over to the food you brought with you. Would have been sweeter to share this with Tora, you sigh deeply. Nope, no more thinking about him. Enjoy the moment. You grab the instant yakisoba noodles out of your grocery bag and start prepping them.

“Wait, seriously?” Baji shouted at you from the couch. “How did you not eat dinner?” The snarls of fighting snow leopards played in the background. “I ran into Tora while I was grabbing my dinner after work,” you respond, having to talk over the microwave, “I thought we were gonna eat right when we got here, then we started to talk,” you sigh as you drain the noodles, “ and before I knew it, he got called away”. You quickly finish the noodle prep and return to the couch. “I hope you don't mind,” you smile, the guys shake their heads. God it smelled so good, your stomach growled.

You feel a longing stare falling on your dinner. With a sideways glance, you see Baji staring longingly at your noodles, he loved this brand of instant yakisoba. You shake your head and start in on your long overdue dinner. The documentary continued and you had dinner, offering some to Chifuyu (which he accepted with a smirk) just to spite the man on your other side. The night ended up being enjoyable but uneventful, with the three of you finishing up the season that was available.

“Holy crap, it's late,” you yawn as you clean up your garbage for sorting. While you were grabbing your blanket out of your pack, Chifuyu already went to bed without saying anything to you or Baji.

“Yeah, I’m fuckin tired,” Baji stretches, his shoulders popping as he deepens the stretch. Sitting for three hours next to his best friend's girl, or whatever/whoever she was to Kazutora, wasn’t on his agenda for the evening. However, he knows that sleep doesn’t come easily on these nights. He wouldn’t tell him, but Baji worries about Kazutora when he makes late night escapes. Sleep only comes once he hears Tora come back.

“Well, have a good rest,” You give him a slight bow before setting up your makeshift sleeping space on their couch. The bright colors of your handmade blanket pop against the gray of the couch.

“You’re not serious are you?” Baji asked, aggressively leaning over the back of the couch, close to your face. You look up at him, his long hair falling almost onto your cheeks.

“Well,” you yawn, “Yeah, I am serious. It wouldn't be right to be in Tora’s room. What if he brings someone back?”

“He won’t, never has” Baji scoffed, “But you’re not gonna want to be on the couch. He has no volume control. He’s not very stealthy.” Without fail, every time Kazutora came home in the middle of the night at least one thing fell over and doors were closed loudly. The morning after his late night escapades, the common space of their apartment looked like a tornado moved through it.

“Well, I could have walked ho-” You began to plead.

“And I told you no that it was too dangerous,” His tone was assertive, “Even Matsuno agreed with me.”

“I happen to be an adult. I can handle myself,” you sit up and get real close to his face, looking into his deep caramel eyes. The smell of his hair wafted in your face, it was nice. Your face felt like it was on fire. Pulse racing, you bite down on your lip. You were so close to him and part of you wanted…

He blushed slightly, catching a glimpse of your teeth grazing your lip. “You can handle yourself? Who got all busted up about her ex leaving her alone?” He chuffed. He had a point, “Y’ain’t his girlfriend, why does it matter if he left you here?” Part of him wanted to say something about how you were jealous. Part of him wanted to make Tora jealous, but he shook the thought away.

“He’s not my ex. We never dated. And it matters because,” you breathed, keeping intense eye contact, “because I’m sick of being abandoned by people I love”. You choked on those words. At one point, Tora was the only consistent person in your life. “And that hopeful feeling that he was alive and would come back for me was the only thing that kept me on this earth. Not like you would understand how that feels Baji. And now”, Tears were in your eyes, “I don't know how I feel. I’m just plain lost”. You were panting, this whole thing got you fired back up. Those were words that you never thought you would say. Especially to Baji.

He was dumbfounded but didn’t fire back. “First of all, call me Keisuke, alright?” He sighed, breaking eye contact, “Yeah it's been ages since we were in school, but you literally dumped trauma on me twice tonight…” his voice trailed off, “so don’t be so fuckin’ formal. Second of all, It's okay to not know how to feel. It’s been over a decade, people change.” He poked your forehead, “And for fucks sake, please stop crying'.” Keisuke thought about telling you that you were right about him not knowing what it was like to be left behind. But he wasn’t up for giving you that satisfaction.

You slumped back down, head landing on a plush cushion with a whomp. “I’m sorry Keisuke, I didn't mean to drop all that on you. You didn’t ask to hear my baggage,” you said with a sigh. It was a strange feeling calling him by his first name. Keisuke stood there silently. You wanted to believe that was his acceptance of your apology. You took a couple deep breaths and looked over at the door to Tora’s room, trying to regulate your pulse. Once it didn't feel like your heart was going to leap out of your chest, you looked back at him “Where do you suggest I sleep if this isn't a good idea?”

“Tora’s room, duh” he said, still leaned over the back of the couch. He finger combed his hair back behind his ear. To him it made the most sense that you sleep in Tora’s room. “You’re his guest, you should be taking up his space, not the common area.”

“But what if-” You protest.

“Don't start this shit again”, he breathed, “Go lay on his bed. You’ll be asleep in no time”. He looked down, your soft, flushed, tear stained face looking back up at him. Huge hazel eyes focused solely on him. His lips curled into a soft smile, “If you can't sleep, just come knock on my door. I probably will be up a little longer”.

You breathed a deep sigh and rolled off the couch. “Okay, that sounds fair”, you look over your shoulder with half lidded eyes. Your voice was soft, warm, and doting.“Good night,” you paused for a moment, ”Keisuke”. You sleepily sauntered to Kazutora’s room.

It took Keisuke a moment to whisper “Good night” just as the door to the nerd cave clicked shut. Get a grip, he thought to himself, Not your girl. Stop it. He turned and went back to his room, the small black cat followed him in eventually curling up on one of his pillows. Secretly, he hoped you’d come knocking.

Kazutora’s room felt so weird without him. It was cold and darker than all get out. You hadn’t realized he had the room without a window. There were so many devices, wires, and remotes; you couldn't figure out how to turn on his television to stream some ambient noises to break up the deafening silence. You laid there with only your phone’s light to break up the dark. “Tora,” you whisper into the void. Deep in your subconscious, you hoped he’d reply. Your eyes closed but your brain wouldn't let you rest. Intrusive thoughts about what he was hiding and what you might have done back then intruded into your head. You gave up and laid there for another ten or so minutes.

Ugh, Looking over at your phone, the display read 12:30. Fuck, you thought, Tora’s still not back. I wonder… you grab your blanket, close the door, and quietly tap across the wooden floor to Keisuke's room. The door was partly open, and you sneak in. He’s not there, the sink is running across the hall. So you cross the room, sitting on the side of his bed closest to the window.

The ambient light of the town at night was soothing. It felt like it gave the darkness some dimension. You peek over at one of the pillows, where the fluff ball named Missy was purring. You gently scritch behind her ears, encouraging her purr to grow louder. “What a cutie,” you whisper, slumping over onto your side and you cover yourself with your blanket, your head hitting the mattress just below the pillow. You didn't want to disturb the kitten after all.

Keisuke washed his face. Fucking Tora, his thoughts growled, you better not be up to some shady shit, He wasn’t Kazutora’s keeper but he was super protective of him. It’s only been six months, you can’t be this reckless. As his best friend, former partner in crime, and co-worker, the last thing Keisuke wanted was to see him get a new strike on his record or worse relapse. The cold water helped calm his thoughts a little, but Keisuke was still going to worry.

Keisuke looked across the apartment and all the doors, except his and the bathroom, were closed. I hope she got to sleep. Missy’s loud purring should have been a clue that there was something up, but he didnt think twice since she was such a happy cat. He came back to his space, a soft click of the door closing made Missy move from her spot. She knew her human was back and wanted his attention. So the “Oof” that came from the side of the bed by the window surprised him.

“Momo?” he asked, sliding into his spot, “You okay?” Missy decided that the best spot was between him and the new human. His hand, softly giving a belly rub to the black cat.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “I tried for a while but it was too dark and cold”. You roll over to face him. Your silhouette highlighted by the night. You gently stroked the kittens back. “I couldn’t even figure out his set up,” a sigh escapes you, your fingers softly touching his.

Keisuke could feel his face flush as he pulled his hand away. He was raised to be a gentleman so he tried to offer his room to you while he took the couch. “I’m gonna go lay on the couch,” he said as he rolled over to get up. He sat up, just about to stand when he felt a soft hand.This time his wrist was the one getting grabbed.

“Please stay,” you whisper.

“You sure?,” he whispered back. Looking over his shoulder he can see you nod.

Missy chirped, satisfied with the attention she got, and hopped off of the bed to the floor. Her claws tip tapped to the corner of his room where a small bed was. She fell asleep instantly.

“Something on your mind?” you ask him as he laid back down. His eyes looked heavy but not with sleep.

“I’m just worried, ya know?” he sighed, “I know I can't tell him what to do, but it's gonna piss me off if he ends up getting another strike”. Keisuke rolled onto his back, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “He’s like my brother,” Keisuke was shaking, being vulnerable with a woman wasn't in his personality. You scooted closer, draping your arm over his chest. Your touch surprised him, but he didn't move away.

“Is this okay?” you ask him. With your eyes adjusted to the light in his room, you see him nod. You pause, reflecting on his words. “He’s very lucky to have friends like you and Chifuyu. It’s so rare to find friends like that”. Your heart ached a little. After you parted ways with most of your friends when everyone went off to different high schools, you were alone in a new town and new school. “What did you do after graduation?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation away from being too morose.

He relaxes an arm so it rests around your shoulder. “I fucked around for a bit, doing odd jobs, helping out at the animal shelter, then I helped ‘Fuyu open the pet store. Then we all went to Stupidmitchys wedding” he mused. “After that I applied for college, I’ve been going part time so it's taking me a little longer”.

“Oh? What are you studying?” you ask. While your memory was hazy, you remember how hard he studied on test days. A memory of his disappointment to barely get a C flashed before your eyes.

“Veterinary medicine” Keisuke had an audible smile in his hushed tone. “It’s tough, but I love it. I can’t wait to get my degree, then we can open a quick care clinic at the shop”.

“I’m impressed,” you say in a muted tone, “You’re a stand up man Keisuke”. You look up at him, a soft smile on your lips. He returns the smile. Your eyes, locked in a moment of genuine compassion.

“Thanks,” he mutters. “What about you? I don’t remember seeing you in high school. Did you transfer out?” This thumb gently caresses your upper left arm. Keisuke didn't realize he was doing it until he looked back at you, waiting for your response.

“Well,” you exhale, “I knew I’d probably end up like my alcoholic mom if I stayed, so I applied to that big STEM academy and left town”. You move closer, your right shoulder butting up against his under arm. “I went to university, got a degree and ended up the butt of harassment in every research lab I worked in”. Your ears were warm, thinking about the past made you so angry.

“That’s bullshit,” Keisuke said, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hair. He loathed people who abused women almost as much as he did animal abusers. “What did you decide to do after the labs?” There was genuine curiosity in his muted voice.

“I went to trade school to become a nail tech,” you beamed, showing off your current set of nails even though the dim room didn't show off the gorgeous sapphire color. “I finally have control of my environment and I make pretty good money. For the most part, I’m happy” You tap your fingertips on his chest.

“Except for the shit you told me and 'Fuyu earlier?”

“Yup, except for that”, you lay your hand flat on his chest and snuggle closer to him. This was nice. You let out a long sigh. “Thanks for tonight Keisuke,” you softly mutter.

“Don’t mention it, I’ve enjoyed it”, Keisuke’s eyes were soft and smiling. “We should get some rest”. You nod in agreement and settle in to sleep. He was warm and you finally felt relaxed.

Not even five minutes later, you and Keisuke are woken by a loud THUMP. The two of you lock eyes, “Tora”, you say in unison. You jump out of bed, scrambling to run to the living room, nearly tripping your own feet. Keisuke follows close behind.

It was 2 am. Nothing good happens at 2 am.

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pearlescent-princess · 7 months

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For the mythology ask: Horus, Ra, Arwen, Morrigan, Cernnunos

Hello to you anon! I am appreciative of the ask sent in c:

Horus: What is one thing you’ve had to fight for in your life?

This is a good question! Mine would deal with my physical health and how I'm doing what I can right now to stay at a good place with it. I suffer from a chronic illness and this year I came out of remission with it from where I had been (just due to some Big Life events).

Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance?

I'm just a person. I'm kind of humble about myself and I just like to keep that attitude. Even if I did (have major responsibilities or importance), I would try to remain grounded like that.

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done?

I'm trying to think here about what would quality as terrifying. What may be scary to me may not be scary to others! I don't mind scary stuff too much most of the time. I'm not sure I am too interesting to answer this in a way that matters, but I am a bit of a thrill seeker. This is from way in the past, but at a time I pet a tarantula! They're quite soft

Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?

Thinking about death and what happens after is a bit fascinating, don't you think? I have my own belief system for my personal path that I follow. I won't divulge into it too much as it is private. In a broader sense, I think it can vary on what a person wants, and what they believe in want. There isn't going to be just one thing, there can be many. Maybe some people want to reincarnate, or maybe some people don't, maybe some people go on to be spirits. It'll just entirely depend. But, I think the most important aspect of this question isn't about what happens after, but the impact people are doing now to make life better for others, and of course, yourself, while you live. Many things could happen when we die. But what are we doing to live now?

Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal?

I like all sorts of animals! I couldn't possibly choose a favorite. I am, however, partial to bunnies, dragons (shhh they are Very Very Real), snow leopards, and allll kindsss of birdss! I like raptors the most though.

#answered #ask game #anon #wooowie tumblr's formatting was even worse than I thought #sorry if my death question is.. weird. I had two close people die this year and another get super injured

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 1 year

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WIP Tag Meme Thingymabobber Post the document titles in your WIP folder (no matter how silly or non-descriptive they may seem) and let people send you asks about the title that intrigues them most! Provide a snippet or further elaboration to askers!

I have to cheat a bit here as these have no titles at present and are currently like..in document folders with no titles. So instead you get further details of my ideas. Send asks if you like or want to know more of course :D

Tagging: Steal with abandon I never wanna leave people out askdjnsajksd

Tagged by @theowlseye Because I do indeed have THINGS but those THINGS are not at all connected whatsoever! However I can tell you that I have:

Parasite AU Verse

My OC Ocelot Unit I’ve been building up

General Fic Ideas Like:

That long spiraling Venom fic that is eventually going to get off the ground.

Ocelot getting badly injured and visiting the Sorrow’s river purgatory. But his is uhm, well pretty full, and long. He can hear the Sorrow as he moves around, but not see him, not at first.

For some reason I’ve really wanted to write the ‘fight we did not see’ between Olga and Snake in MGS2 on Big Shell.

Further Details Below Cut

Here’s my Ocelot Unit Thus Far (And yes they’re all queer b/c I said so)

Fawning Lion is one of the best shots (long range, close range,) he's kinda scrawny, very shy. Youngest

Yowling Tiger is twice his size. She's very fit and agile. Better with knives than guns.

Angry Panther is the oldest (four years older than Ocelot). He's one of the OG and kinda bolder as a result. Large. Wide.

Growling Cougar does a bit too much weed but he's the best at CQC and the best spy of the unit next to Ocelot himself.

Raging Snow Leopard is kinda chill, a bit underweight. But he's super fast and can be in an out with intel in ten minutes, or less. His best time is one minute eight seconds. Ocelot almost framed it.

Cheering Cheetah is the cleverest. She's the most varied in skills and can sweet talk her way out of anything, and then stab you in the back for the trouble.

Irate Jaguar is the other OG unit member. He's the third eldest of the lot and aged a bit too hard. He probably drank too much at one point, the wrinkles are permanent. When Panther isn't challenging Ocelot it'll be him, but he's loyal to a fault.

Casual Lynx kinda just likes to vibe, and take things apart to get information, then put them back together.

Lion has gotten the most attention when I’ve explored things thus far and I’ve not yet decided on things like hair colour, skin tone, etc etc but at *present* this is how I’ve got them set up. They’re a work in progress. Ocelot hand-picks them all, and of course some can be added if he wants them with him. Nobody understood why he picked Lion at first, but he knew what he saw and what he saw was potential.

The Parasite AU

The long and short of this is Kaz being second-hand exposed to the parasites vs having direct therapy. Hence why I headcanoned his being under the skin spider webbing vs a face mask. I also believe that Kaz’s parasites eventually infected a tiny bit of others, depending on how much Kaz either knows or likes them *and the parasites made the choice more than Kaz, feeding off his subconscious.* Ocelot has some in his neck, and Venom’s got some that embedded where his prosthetic would attach. The parasites protect them and Venom gets a little bit of a strength boost as a result. Kaz can also communicate on that level with Quiet and Code Talker, respectively.

There’s far more coming, it’s a wholeeeee thing I’ve got going on. But I’ve established the parasite’s having some sort of ‘mind of their own’ not to be mistaken for true conscious, mind.

And that’s about it for now. I definitely have more but this is where I’ve started fleshing things out, so to speak.

Thank you for tagging me! :D This is a good excuse to post my stuff with further background without making a weird “how do I describe this’ in another fic.

#ask games #tag games #fanfic asks #fanfic tag games #nate does writing

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fortitudina · 10 months

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Dr Lily Hermione Morningstar NICKNAME: Lils, Little Leopard, Lilykins, Little Light AGE: 26 ( appears so ) BIRTH DATE: July 4th GENDER: Female SPECIES: Tribrid ( Angel, Vampire, Shifter ) ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual RELIGION: N/A SPOKEN LANGUAGE: Multilingual CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: A small home by the woodland. OCCUPATION: Psychiatrist

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: • Esther Morningstar ( Mother ) • Lucien Morningstar ( Father ) SIBLINGS: • Louie Morningstar ( Little Brother ) • Dante Morningstar ( Little Brother ) • Declan Morningstar ( Little Brother ) SIGNIFICANT OTHER: • Verse Dependent CHILDREN: • Verse Dependent FRIENDS: • Valentin Demiurgos • Harmony Black • Steve Rogers OTHER CONNECTIONS: • Johanna Carter • Linda Martin

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: Hazel HAIR COLOUR: Brunette HEIGHT: 5ft 4 inches BODY BUILD: Slender & Petite TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: Ears pierced. A few small tattoos on various parts of her body NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Her wings when unfurled, are snow-white with spots ~ resembling a snowy owl’s wings.

POWERS & ABILITIES

POWERS: • Angel physiology • Telepathy • Lightbringer powers • Telekinesis • Vampiric senses • Vampiric Speed ABILITIES: • Shifting ~ Leopard • Flight via wings • Can sing • Can draw WEAKNESSES: • Celestial weapons • Blood lust • Confined spaces

PHOBIAS & DISORDERS

PHOBIAS: Confined spaces, the dark. MENTAL DISORDERS: C-PTSD. Anxiety. OCD. WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: A few years ago.

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY TYPE: ISFJ - T ( Turbulent Defender ) MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good INTELLIGENCE: Highly Intelligent LIKES: Her dogs, Horses, Dancing, Chocolate DISLIKES: Small spaces, Sudden surprises, Loud Noises, Fighting. DISPOSITION: She is often described as shy and quiet and she very much is until she is comfortable with another, then she can become bubbly. She cares a lot about her family and is not afraid, despite her softness, to put her foot down and put her brother or others in their places. EXTRAS: She holds her father's temper from time to time and if annoyed enough, she can and will snap and be far from pleasant whilst doing so.

BIOGRAPHY

TW: TORTURE, DEATH, MURDER

Lily is the first child of Lucien and Esther Morningstar. Born in the Early 1900’s in their small family cottage, she spent her young childhood surrounded by nature. She always adored playing in the woodland that surrounded the cottage and as she got older, she cared for both their animals and those who came to them for help. Her compassion for others was strong and it was something that she had from a young age, thanks to her mother.

She was six years old and playing out in the garden of the cottage whilst her mother tended to housework. All was well and Lily had a small tea party going on with some of her bears. However, the Idyllic day took a turn for the worse as unfamiliar men grabbed her from where she played. Lily screamed at the top of her lungs and kicked and hit as best as she could in an attempt to get free from them but she was not strong enough. Not even her bite as she bit into the hand of the man who had hold of her was enough to make them drop her. She cried out for her Papa over and over again, reaching for her Mother who she could see in front of her. She tried to warn her that others were behind but she had no luck.

She did not stop with her screaming as she was taken with her Momma. She did not know where they were going but she did not like them at all. The place they ended up was cold and dark. Lily could hardly see anything and the smell was musty and horrid. It was almost a rotten smell. Her relentless screaming had made her tired and with her mother covering her ears, Lily did not hear the men’s voices. Instead, she curled herself into her mother and clung to her for dear life. She did not know what was going to happen but she was quickly alerted by her mother’s agitation and pleas toward the men again. It caused her to cry once more and as the men tried to take her away, she gripped as much as she could on her mother, not wanting to leave her. It seemed to work as Esther ended up carrying Lily to wherever the men wished for them to go. Seeing her Papa, Lily’s face lit up for a split second but it quickly became filled with fear again. Her mother’s sobs had the young girl looking up at her, confusion and panic filling her features. She did not know what was happening but it was not good. She was passed off to the bad men and that made her scream once again, especially as they carried her away, out of sight of her parents. She screamed for her Papa again. Screamed for her momma, but neither of them came to her cries. Terrified and alone with the men, Lily tried her best to get herself free from their grasp again, writhing and kicking but their grip only tightened and a hand soon covered her mouth and nose. The hand smelt but her nose was quickly held shut and the palm was pressed firmly against her mouth. She couldn’t breathe; she could barely scream. The last thing she remembered was being forced onto the floor with the weight of the man crushing her small frame. His hand remained over her mouth and nose and his other closed around her throat. His face glaring down at her was the last thing she remembered seeing before she was killed and decapitated, before being fed to her father.

Opening her eyes, Lily quickly found herself in an unfamiliar place. She was still terrified over what had happened with the bad men and being somewhere completely different, she did not know what had happened. She screamed and looked about frantically before she saw her Momma again. There was a small relief to know that her momma was there too but seeing the look in her Momma’s face, Lily knew that something had happened. Over time, she came to learn that she was in Heaven. She came to learn of the Angels and of God. She was given the chance to grow and age, despite only being a soul. It was as if those around knew something that she did not.

As she became a young adult, she came to learn of another angel. Only, this angel was her grandfather. She did not know why at first, Lucifer had come to God but it soon became apparent that he was there for her and Esther had given her permission for her to go with him. The resurrection process was odd but Lily went with it. As her soul was placed into her new form, she gasped. Her eyes opened and looked about before looking up at Lucifer and Esther with a swallow passing her throat. It would take time to adjust but she had that with time moving differently within the Silver City. She got to know her powers and abilities. Got to get used to the fact that she was a mixture of things ( her vampire side would take some getting used to, given her nature. ) and when she was ready, she went with Lucifer to meet her Papa once again.

It took time for them both to adjust to the new reality; to Lily being back on Earth and to her Papa having her back once again. She quickly became a ‘Papa’s girl’ and spent as much time as she could with him. When her Grandfather then brought her mother back too, Lily was beyond elated. She had both of her parents again and they could be one happy family again like they used to be. However, it was clear that her Papa had changed in the time that they were not around. That apparently did not stop them from trying though, and Lily watched them together and watched as Louie came along.

Lily studied to become a psychiatrist, wanting to do something with her life now that she was able to live it again and simultaneously helped with her little brother. The longer she was living again, however, the clearer the memories of what happened to her were. She often woke at night, screaming and terrified, feeling like that little girl that was taken again. If things got too much, she shifted into her leopard form and hid under her bed in an attempt to get away ~ She could not even sleep without a light on because sheer darkness was a reminder of the past.

She was diagnosed with C-PTSD as a result, along with severe anxiety and OCD. She did not want to let it control her, however, and continued to study and then work, becoming a psychiatrist to help others with similar issues to her own. She now lives in A small home, surrounded by nature, and has her own office within the town.

#* LILY { BIOGRAPHY }#LONG POST TW #TORTURE TW #MURDER TW #DEATH TW

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feyariel · 1 year

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Fey's Pokémon RueViews: Gen IX 'Dex

Welp, release day has finally arrived and we (unfortunately) weren't treated to any well-publicized, comprehensive leaks, so I've only just now managed to go through Serebii's list of the new Pokémon. As I feared, I think we've finally reached a generation of Pokémon that I'm willing to skip -- unless, of course, new Pokémon get released down the way that change my mind. Usually, I can put together something approximating a team each generation fairly easily, but Gen VIII sorely tested that and Gen IX hasn't succeeded at all.

I'ma focus on the few Pokémon I (kinda) like; me being me, that will be negative enough. Please note that this list is, at the moment, exhaustive.

(Dis)Honorable Mention: Sprigatito Line

It's been a while since I've had a full starter evolutionary line I've liked; much of that boils down to Game Freak's insistence on making all of the starters furries (scalies, featheries, etc.). I get that some people like that aesthetic; I do not. I find it lazy and stupid. This generation, it seems like the furries are more like Looney Tunes (a la Scorbunny), which is better, but still not my cuppa. The Sprigatito line looks like it's trying to be dashing, which works, so I'll give it a "yeah, maybe you."

Finizen

I started following a Fakemon blog on here and went through a few Fakemon-devoted deviantArt accounts last month; in at least one of those, I saw something almost identical to this. (Indeed, I think it's in my queue somewhere.) But that's because Finizen is an extraordinarily generic cartoon dolphin; I wasn't impressed by the Fakemon and I'm not impressed by this, but at least we have a true dolphin. (I've been pretending that Lanturn, one of my favorites, is a dolphin; I'm glad it got changed from the fugly footballfish/anglerfish/electric eel that it was.) Unfortunately, its evolved form is stupid: the same thing with a spot on its breast or (with a form change) a muscular dolphin standing on its tail flukes. I've seen far more interesting dolphin Fakemon, not to mention dolphin pets/monsters in other franchises. Disappointing, but not horrible. C

Grafaiai

This is probably the best of the lot. Aye-ayes are cool and, dumb name aside (seriously, GF localization needs to work on its portmanteaux), the gimmick works. It's like somebody put thought into the Smeargle Pokédex entries (Smeargle is also supposed to mark all over its territory; at least Grafaiai does so for defensive reasons). I do not care for its pre-evolution and am kinda sad that it's not the base form; if it were, it would be hands down my favorite unevolved simian. B+

Gimmighoul

I love Mimics, so it would be out of character for me to dislike this. That said, it's not quite a Mimic; Voltorb is a Mimic (a monster resembling an item of some sort that then attacks you). There are more interesting clam-chest monsters elsewhere that get the idea better. This is just a little minion thing (that's barely a Pokémon) that likes treasure chests (which heretofore weren't a thing in the games, to my knowledge). Its evolved form vaguely resembles Kokopelli for no reason. Eh. C+

Chien-Pao

If we're in Spain, why do so many of the Legendary Pokémon have Chinese-looking names? (Similarly, why was New York City themed around Medieval feudalism and Taoism?) This snow leopard-weasel is cute, though I think that's because it's a snow leopard and a weasel and not because of its specific design motifs (the frozen braids on its mouth look...odd). B

Chi-Yu

They're trying again with goldfish in a way that is at least creative, so I have to give props. I don't actually care for it, but in terms of critiquing designs I like what they did and how they did it. B

Iron Thorns

I don't get why they're going with non-Pokémon naming conventions for a lot of the older gen reduxes, but whatever. I think this looks better than regular Tyranitar, but we already had a MechaGodzilla last generation, so I'm not sure exactly how I stand on it. Like, the fact that regular Tyranitar has weird holes in it always bugged me, so having it have light panels seems quite a bit better, but making it Rock/Electric when it now looks too much like a robot (Steel/Electric) is a problem in itself and then you have the redundancy.

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neuxue · 2 years

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Hi....Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime, books, movies or tv series)? Thanks....

I am so extraordinarly bad at choosing favourites when the categories are so broad.

So this is uh... less of an actual top 10 and more of a ‘10 that happen come to mind at this particular moment because if I don’t answer this all in one go it’ll sit in my drafts forever taunting me with my inability to come up with a One True List’. With a limit of one per story or author because who am I if I don’t set arbitrary rules for myself.

In precisely no order whatsoever:

Lord Asriel (His Dark Materials) - this guy has strong principles but no scruples, a snow leopard as the external manifestation of his soul, and he turns up in the story like 'hey I'm going to tear open the void between universes to pick a fight with god'. Along with his lovers-to-enemies-to-partners-in-damnation Marisa, an early Formative Favourite and in hindsight says a lot about my taste in characters.

Deth (The Riddle-Master Trilogy) - I have a thing for betrayals - particularly a very specific kind of betrayal - and this is probably where it started.

Nirai Kujen (Machineries of Empire) - I described him elsewhere as an 'immortal, immoral mathematician who traded empathy for the ability to act on it' and I'm really not sure I have anything to add. Except that wow did his whole thing with Jedao hit so very many good-awful id buttons for me.

Baru Cormorant (The Masquerade Series) - c o r r u p t i o n a r c s. She just hits this exact balance of determination, ruthlessness, vicious intelligence, and fractal-like self-destruction that I so often want and don't quite get in characters. There's no softening of the edges here and I'm into that. Also, again, betrayals.

Sheng Lingyuan (《烈火浇愁》/ Lie Huo Jiao Chou) - oh man I haven't even finished lhjc but I think I have to add him here because fuck. Some of it's just the gentle-voiced malice and weaponised courtesy, but a lot of it is the themes of weaponisation and deification and what it means to be created by and for people but never as a person himself, and all the ruthless pragmatism and coldness you'd expect that to engender but a kind of extraordinary idealism you very much wouldn't. Also the war crimes.

Wei Wuxian (《陈情令》/ The Untamed) - it feels weird just picking one MXTX character here, and then I find myself thinking 'wait but is he even my favourite MXTX character' and I'm bad at picking favourites but I'm not sure he is, but at the same time the opening scene of CQL hit me like a freight train and like. Defined most of the fictional content I've consumed ever since. Anyway. It's the arrogance, the power, the aesthetic, the determination to walk a path that can only end in ruin, the ruin, the (self) sacrifice, the flute-murder, and the mercuriality.

Moridin (Wheel of Time) - This idea of a character who believes himself (whether correctly or incorrectly) to be essentially the opposite of a chosen one, the one chosen as the eternal enemy; spun out again and again to give himself to a cause that must lose if the world is to endure. If he plays his ordained role he is the villain and the destroyer, his victory would mean annihilation and his defeat would mean he has to do it all again. But if he doesn’t play his ordained role the whole thing collapses and so what hope is there, for the betrayer of hope?

Kelsier (Mistborn) - it's been a while since I've thought about him but man I love a guy who smiles in the face of utter calamity, whether he's the target or the cause. I love a character whose hunger for power is as much a source of victory as downfall. Who is vicious and cunning and charming and terrible and because of that can do things other characters cannot, and is allowed to be those things, and learn from them without having to relinquish them.

Francis Crawford of Lymond (The Lymond Chronicles) - again haven’t actually finished the series but like. not a saint. An artist in the vivisection of the soul. The fact that he is constitutionally incapable of speaking in prose like a normal person for more than half a sentence, or explaining himself or defending himself to anyone except when pretty much literally dragged kicking and screaming into doing so... but is very much constitutionally capable of physically dragging himself through calamity time and again because fuck you that’s why. Also the whipping scene.

Rin (The Poppy War) - it’s the war crimes and the weaponisation of the divine and the self. Also again the absolute refusal to soften literally any of the sharp edges. Can and will fuck up every living being in the vicinity, including herself, but it’s impossible to look away.

#i'm trying not to feel bad about the fact that there are only two (2) female characters on this list #on another day there'd probably be more #but like. i struggle to pick top 5 or top 10 characters in a /single story/#you want me to do it across /all of them????/#i cannot #asks #thanad-zid

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chapter thirty-seven: december thirty-first

Over Thanksgiving and over Christmas, Sam spent the days in her apartment alone: Ruben and Esmé had put a great deal of money into repainting the house and thus she couldn't fly out to visit them, and they couldn't do the same for her, either. She vowed to fly out for a visit at least before the school year was over, but at that point, she wished for some solitude. Time away from everything before she faced the world again; at least some time alone before her twenty second birthday. In the meantime, another year about to end and Sam couldn't help but feel that Cliff was being left behind in late September. All things had gone away and yet she still wished for his presence next to her, and yet she still wished for time alone, especially after such a loaded schedule for that fall term.

Christmas Eve alone, but Aurora and Belinda both had offered to bring her over for at least the next day.

“I at least wanna get you something,” Belinda had told her over the phone.

“Of course,” Sam assured her, “I just wanna spend some time alone.”

“You gonna be alright?” Sam thought back to when Belinda made that joke to her, and even though it was water under the bridge at that point, she knew she wanted to make it up to her.

“Yeah. Positive.”

Aurora had gone back out to San Diego to visit her parents for a whole week, and thus Emile was alone for Christmas himself, as far as Sam knew anyways. She wondered what was happening in between them, especially given Aurora never really spoke about it that much to her. But there was more to Belinda that she needed to know about: she only knew her through their classes. Maybe there was something more to her than she had originally believed: maybe there was more to her than meets the eye.

“Bel, I'm going out to Ithaca for New Year's,” she told her.

“Oh?”

“Y-You wanna come?” Sam offered with bit of a stammer.

“Um, sure? I gotta go upstate around then anyway. What's in Ithaca?”

“I was invited to sit in for a recording session for—that band Legacy. You know those guys, Legacy?”

“Vaguely, yes? I remember Marla talking about them a few times before but I can't remember if I actually met them, though.”

“But yeah, I was invited to sit in with them while they record for their very first album.”

“Oh, cool!”

“I don't—really want to go alone, though. I want to spend the holidays alone but I don't want to go to this alone, though. Aurora's out in San Diego right now—”

“And Marla and Charlie are down here in Hell's Kitchen with her parents,” Belinda added.

“—I'm the assistant to Aurora if anyone asks.”

“What about me?”

“I'll think of something for you,” she vowed. “If anyone asks, I'll say that you're a friend of mine and you'll keep it confidential. I mean, I already have told you about it somewhat. I might as well take you with and ask you to keep it under wraps.”

“I won't tell a soul,” Belinda promised. There was a voice in the background, and she hesitated. “I gotta go, Sam. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Bel,” she echoed her, “I'll be going out there on New Year's Eve.”

“I'll see you then!” Belinda vowed. “You live in the Bronx, right?”

“Right up on the northern side of the Bronx—two floors upstairs from Frankie.”

“Oh, I know exactly where that is! I'll see you then. Merry Christmas, Sam.”

“Merry Christmas, Bel.”

They hung up at the same time and Sam ran her fingers through her dark hair. It was her first Christmas alone, and before then it was her first Thanksgiving alone, and yet she wanted it all to herself.

She had posted up a cactus on her coffee table and put a little glittered silver star in the soil, right where it pointed out to the rest of the room. Indeed, when she headed back to her bedroom, and turned off the overhead light, the silver sparkled in the low light. It followed her all the way into her bedroom, and when she lay down in her bed to go to sleep, the glittered light shone through the darkness outside of her room.

Sam closed her eyes and she thought about that mysterious man again with the streak in his hair, and he was the last thing on her mind before she fell asleep. No sooner had she fallen asleep when she woke up that Christmas morning. Christmas morning without anyone around her, but she had wished for it. Some time alone with her journal and her art before she went out to Ithaca with Belinda and Legacy.

Joey still had that canvas in the back seat of his car, or maybe he took it out and stashed it away somewhere in that apartment. She thought about Dan and his record player: she still had yet to play her copy of Spreading the Disease. She had to at the very least listen to it before they began work on their new album, whenever that would come about. As far as she knew, they were to make a new one once they returned home from the tour. But the question that rang through her mind until New Year's Eve itself was that of when.

When were Anthrax to head on into the studio for a new record on their part.

On that cold, snowy day, Belinda showed up to the curb in her little black car: she herself was wrapped up in a heavy black overcoat, and a fitted bright green sweatshirt. Her snake pendant twinkled under the bright white glare of the snow. Sam climbed into the passenger seat next to her, also in her black overcoat, and with those hockey gloves Joey had given her.

“So do you know the way?” Belinda asked her as they got rolling forth on the street.

“I sure do—I went there before last month with Eric and Greg. It's like—tucked away in the trees on one side of town.”

Belinda nodded and then she leaned back in the leopard print driver's seat with both hands on the wheel. Sam nestled down in the warmth of the seat next to her and tucked her hands into her pockets.

It was at that point Belinda started to feel more of a friend to her, as they wound their way through the trees and into the cold and barren upstate region. A blanket of fresh fallen snow covered everything, but she didn't seem too stressed about driving through that strip of bare dark road in that little car. The snow followed them all the way up to the Finger Lakes region, the dark waters of which appeared colder and blacker with the fresh new snow.

Within time, they reached Ithaca and Sam guided Belinda to that studio nestled back in the woods on the other side of town. Legacy's van was already posted up there outside the front ramp and the doorway, and Sam knew they had already made their way inside of there.

Eric bowed out of that door and he hesitated when he saw the car. Sam opened the front door and poked her head out to the frigid cold: he nodded at the sight of her.

“Oh, hey!” he called out to her, and he turned back to the doorway. “Sam's here—”

Belinda climbed out of the car next.

“—and she's brought a friend with her,” he added; their boots crunched over the snow there in the driveway. Belinda gave her blonde hair a slight toss back and Eric raised his eyebrows at her.

“Eric, this is Belinda Grimes,” Sam introduced her, “good friend of Marla and is gradually a good friend of mine.”

“The beautiful Belinda,” Eric declared.

“Or Bel as I go by,” Belinda herself added.

“I didn't want to come here by myself,” Sam explained as she shivered a bit under her coat, “'cause Aurora's back out in California to visit her parents, so I asked her to come along with me. She'll keep it all under wraps, though.”

“My lips are sealed.” Belinda made a twisting gesture over her lips.

“Well, good! Uh, well, c'mon in—it's freezing out here and we're letting all the warm air out.”

Sam and Belinda followed Eric inside of that front room, a narrow sparsely carpeted bright lit space that resembled to a closet than it did a foyer of sorts. To the left stood the actual studio itself: the door to the sound proof room on the other side of the pane of glass. Louie and his smoothed dark hair inside of that room; Greg had already slung his bass over his shoulder, and Eric himself was right in front of them. Nestled back in that hallway off to the left, Sam recognized his aquiline nose and his deep set eyes, but the little pearl of gray had gone away. He had buried it under the jet black curls about the crown of his head, right under those little bangs. Or so she believed: he nudged his bangs back a little bit and there was no sign of it. The grays were gone.

“What happened to the streak?” she asked him and those deep eyes seemed to slice right through her.

“Dyed it,” Alex replied, nonplussed. “I couldn't stand looking at it for any longer.”

“I kinda liked it,” she told him, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, I did, too,” Belinda added, even though she hadn't really met him before.

“It made me look old, though,” he said to them with his eyebrows knitted together. Even with the streak buried under the black dye, he still looked older than he actually was, even being eighteen years old, and with a round full face and smooth skin. He continued to frown at Sam.

“Hang on, Aurora's not here with you?” he asked her in a low voice.

“She's out in California visiting her parents. She should be back—I'm not sure when she'll be back, though. Belinda here'll keep everything that happens in here a secret, though.”

“Okay, okay—besides this is our first real big thing.” Alex fixated on Sam: there was something about those deep eyes, though. Something about them that drew her in: even with that streak hidden away under the black, she found herself wanting to move in closer to him. “If any mistakes happen, you've gotta tell her.”

“That's my job,” she assured him, and he kept his gaze on her for another couple of seconds before he turned away and headed into the sound proof room. Belinda turned to her with a frightened expression on her face.

“What's wrong?” Sam asked her.

“He's so precocious it's scary,” she whispered to Sam.

“That's what I said to Lars,” she confessed to her, also in a whisper. “Lars told me he's just really intelligent is all. Being smart ages you. He's really focused, too—it's kind of chilling, I'll admit it.”

She turned her attention to Eric right behind her, huddled right over a small black table with a big white sheet of paper taped on top. She stood right next to him for a look herself: it was a full schedule of the residencies there in that studio. On New Year's Day, they were to officially begin recording under the chosen name Legacy. Her eyes wandered down the page when she spotted a familiar name in the middle of January.

“Anthrax are gonna be here, too?” She was stunned.

“Yeah.” Eric hesitated and he showed her a baffled look. “Wait a minute. They didn't tell you?”

“No?”

“Well, let's see—it's written in pencil so they must've just allotted the studio time. We're written in pen so it's confirmed that we're here—but them... it looks like their dates were just added.”

“Wow! Another round of sit ins, I suppose?”

“If you'd like. You and Aurora work with the label after all.”

“Hey, Eric,” Louie called from the doorway, and he lifted his head.

“What's up?”

“Did you happen to get a hold of Chuck? Any chance at all?”

Eric shook his head. “He's supposed to be here like any minute, Lou. That's as far as I know.”

“Well, what do you think we should do?”

“Yeah, I don't really wanna be up here for a moot point,” Alex added: even tucked away in the far corner of the room, his voice was enormous, even from behind a sheet of glass and inside of an otherwise sound proof room. It even caught Sam by surprise.

“Well,” Eric started. “We're all here with our instruments, and with Sam and her friend here. Why don't we just jam together?”

“Don't see why not,” Louie replied with a shrug of his shoulders, and Eric padded over to him. He left the door ajar for Sam and Belinda to listen in for themselves. Tucked back in the far side of the room was the drum kit: Alex had taken his seat on a stool on the far side of the room with a little cherry red guitar cradled upon his lap. His jet black hair had more of a shine to it, too, and Sam could only assume he had ran the hair dye all throughout his hair.

“Watch this,” said Eric as he picked up a black flying V guitar which had already been plugged into the amp on the floor next to him. He took out the pick from the strings and he plucked those strings. Sam thought back to when Anthrax performed for her on that first day, but the riff he played made her think if they had played at a much quicker pace than they did in that room. His black hair spread across his face as he played that hard, rapid fire riff: so fast that it sent a chill up Sam's arms.

“Holy shit,” Belinda muttered. He slowed it down by half and not once did he look up at the two girls on the other side of the glass. That sound proof room filled with such a big wall of sound. A big wall of sound made by one man: Sam wanted to pick up a pair of headphones and let them record it right there, but she decided not to, especially when Eric jerked his hand back from the frets as if he had been burned.

“—like guarding a bridge,” Greg was saying.

“Pulled it!” Eric yelped.

“Pulled it out of your pussy,” Louie joked as he picked up his drum sticks.

“Pulled it out of my pussy, right,” Eric retorted with a straight face.

“Your pussy or your ass?”

“Both.”

“Your pussy or your dick?”

“Both. I have both, so—”

Alex then looked over at Sam from clear across the room: his deep set eyes gazed back at her as if he watched her every move. Deep and steely like brand new metal under a sheet of ice. They locked eyes for a moment, but it was long enough for her to think about that piece of rice paper in the bottom of the drawer. All the mentions in front of him sent his back closer towards the wall.

Indeed, he moved his gaze to the wall right behind him: his long lanky fingers moved about the upper part of the guitar neck. His guitar wasn't plugged in but Sam could tell he was playing something hard and fast. The drums tapped on the other side of the room, and Sam turned her attention to the kit there. Louie moved the sticks about for a drum roll, and he moved a little bit on the kick drums, but the cold in the room kept him from moving a lot. He stopped, and he reached down for a massage of his ankles with one hand.

“Got a problem, Lewis?” Greg asked him.

“Ankles are kinda sore.” He lifted his hand and sat upright. He turned his attention to Sam and Belinda for a few seconds, but then he scooped up his sticks again and he tried again with the snare right in front of him. He tried it again, and he stopped again for another ankle massage.

Sam lowered her gaze to his lap and those filmy black gym shorts. He lifted up again.

“Sorry—I've got an erection right now so I can't really do much more than that,” Louie said in a single breath and with a straight face.

“Damn, Lou's hungry right now,” Greg remarked.

“A couple of girls in the next room here,” Eric pointed out with a nod of his head.

“Nah—no, wait.”

Belinda burst out laughing; Sam chuckled a little bit herself but she wondered what Alex was doing right there at the far side of the room. He kept his head down, so his freshly cut bangs accentuated that sharp brow and those deep eyes. He moved his fingers about the neck and he was so tight with it. He moved about in silence, like a ghost, a slender little black haired ghost of a boy. Being smart aged him and yet, even as he was right there on the other side of the room, he still resembled to a young boy. Barely eighteen and he struck her as completely ageless.

She folded her arms over the edge of the panel in front of her. Something about the sheen on his black hair made her think of those ink drawings. Even though his guitar wasn't plugged in, she could hear the music he cranked out for them. A gentle faint plucking against the chatter right next to her. If only she could hear what he was playing for himself, and such that he

“You girls have yet to meet the other bands in this whole grand scheme of things, though,” Eric was telling Belinda. “Metallica, Megadeth, Anthrax, and Slayer—everyone is calling them the 'Big Four' because they're kind of the first ones to go to big labels. And then you have us, plus Overkill—Danny Spitz's old band—Exodus, Zetro's new band, and Death Angel—Sam met Death Angel at Cliff's memorial.”

“Not exactly,” Sam confessed, “I saw them but they wanted more lunch than anything.”

That brought a laugh out of both Louie and Greg. “The Big Four.” The name itself made Sam chuckle, but she paid more attention to Alex on the other side of the room. He seemed to be in a world of his own compared to them.

“So all you guys behind them are kind of like the little four,” Belinda told them.

“The little four?” Eric laughed at that.

“Yeah. Metallica, Megadeth, Anthrax, and Slayer are the big four—you guys, Overkill, Exodus, and Death Angel are the little four. The tier behind them. They're the big head honchos, and you guys are like the little ones holding them up like pillars or something.”

“The tiny four,” Louie quipped.

“The small fries,” Eric added.

“The little itty bitty four,” Belinda laughed.

“The four small dicks,” Greg quipped. “And the big four are the big four dicks.”

“That's a whole lot of dicks,” Eric added. “The big four dicks are the hot ones.”

“Who says the little dicks can't be hot, though?” Sam blurted out, and they all laughed out loud at that: Alex snapped his eyes shut and bowed his head. She had no idea if he was laughing at that but then he shook his hand about. He returned to the frets as if nothing happened.

“How's our lead doing?” Eric asked Alex, who finally raised his head a bit: the bangs still hid his eyes away from view.

“I'm just making it up as I go along,” he said, “I watched a Miles Davis concert on TV a couple of months ago and ever since then, I wanted to do what he was doing there.”

“Electric era or—?”

“Oh, yeah. Well, of course.” Alex gave the ringlets on the side of his head a slight nudge so it revealed his ear and the side of his neck. Something quite graceful about him. But then Belinda turned to Sam again.

“Yeah, he's really precocious.” But Sam frowned at that. So what if he was? The boy knew what he wanted out of laugh and that was to play his guitar and add something to the world. Indeed, Sam thought about her own artistry. To make something herself.

It may have been his jet black hair but she thought of herself as she watched him there. She thought of the first time she saw him up on stage, and how he seemed to paint with his fingers, and the guitar was his canvas. This boy was an artist and his playing there on the other side of the room only doubly confirmed that for her.

Meanwhile, Louie played a few drum grooves for them and he finally overcame the pains in his ankles all the while. Greg followed his lead and lay down a bassline for him: even without Eric and Alex with their guitars, their rhythms alone were enough to prove to both Sam and Belinda that they had such strong power. Sam thought about Chuck's powerful voice, and the night she and Cliff got to see them. It had been a full year since she and Cliff saw them in San Francisco, and she could still imagine Chuck there on stage as if it had just happened.

Within time, Eric joined in with that rapid fire riff and the three of them plowed forth. Alex finally leaned to the side and plugged in his guitar. The two girls on the other side of the glass watched the four young men, four artists in their prime, begin their very first master piece.

Sam recognized the song “Over the Wall” and she attempted to sing Zetro's shrill lyrics even though she only heard the song once before in L'Amour. But Alex's insistence on improvising extended it into this long elaborate jam session. At one point, he stood to his feet and strode about the room. He progressed high and low and every so often, he stepped on one of the pedals there on the floor for a different effect.

“Turning into the Grateful Dead in here,” Louie shouted in between tight drum beats.

They were in there for another half hour, and the three of them followed Alex's lead, until Eric returned to the door with the guitar slung over his back.

“We're gonna be here a while,” he told Sam.

“And Chuck's still not here yet,” she pointed out.

“And Chuck's still not here, right! And it's not like we're recording as of yet, either. I think you girls can go out and stretch your legs for a bit. Get yourselves something to eat. We are in Ithaca, after all. Not like we're going anywhere.”

“True.”

Sam then led Belinda back outside, where the clouds broke enough to show off the pure blue sky, but not enough to warrant sunshine over Finger Lakes. The cold of the snow felt so sharp after being in that warm room for so long; it was right then Sam started to feel hungry.

“There is just shit all to say,” she remarked as she walked to the driveway first. “It all speaks for itself.”

“It really does,” Belinda followed as she rubbed her hands together. “And how exciting, too! We're seeing these bands from the ground up.”

“Well, these guys are coming from the ground up, though. Anthrax has already put out a few albums, and Stormtroopers is kind of a spin off to them—but these guys are brand new, though. We're watching them start out fresh and new. We're watching Alex start out fresh and new.”

“Kind of makes you wish we could see Anthrax from the very beginning.” They stopped outside of her car.

“Well, that's really simple,” Sam explained. “Neither of us were here—well, I wasn't. You grew up down in Hell's Kitchen with Marla, and you guys hadn't met Charlie yet. The two of you grew up thirty minutes away from him and Frankie. So seeing them advanced along a bit, we started ahead in the watch process. So seeing these guys from the very beginning, we kind of have an idea as to what the future holds for them. Or least I do—I don't know about you, Bel.”

“Yeah, I've never really sat in with a band before. Charlie and I did hang out with that guy John—John Tempesta—when Charlie first met Marla, though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We were in this place in Brooklyn called the Iridium together and he bought us both a drink. Kind of an interesting night, though. We thought there were creatures coming out of the walls at one point.”

“Oh, my god.” Sam chuckled at that. She peered about the driveway for any signs of life. “I think we can just walk into town. We're literally right here.”

“But we're gonna have to walk through snow, though,” Belinda pointed out.

“Nah, we won't—besides, Bel, you're from New York. You're used to the cold.”

“Yeah, down in the city. Upstate is a whole other world.”

“Well, let's at least take a walk, though. It was getting kind of stuffy in there.”

Belinda let out a long low whistle and then she nodded her head, and she followed Sam to the end of the driveway. They stood there at the edge of the pavement, and there was a small cafe, to the right of them and up the street.

“Hey, there's Joey,” Belinda pointed out, and Sam's heart skipped a few beats. Sure enough, there Joey was on the other side of the pavement: his black curls streamed down his back and over a light red and white striped knit scarf wrapped around his neck, and he wore a fitted black peacoat so he appeared thinner and lankier than before. He waved and showed them a lopsided smile, and then he peered both ways before he crossed the street. Sam turned to Belinda yet again.

“Okay,” she began in a low voice, “if he asks us where we've been or why we're up here right now, tell him we just came here for New Year's.”

“Why?” Belinda frowned at that.

“He—” Sam peered behind her to ensure that Joey was still out of earshot. “He and Alex got into a fight a while back, and he's kind of vindicative about Legacy themselves.”

“Really?” Belinda raised her eyebrows at that.

“Yeah. It was insane, Bel. He and Alex got outside and he pushed him.”

“He pushed him?” Sam set a hand on her to get to keep her voice down. “But what if he asks why we're here by the studio, though? Especially with Anthrax coming here and whatnot.”

“Shit, I forgot about that! Um, let's just tell him that we're here to check the place out. And I'll tell you more about the pushing incident later on, too—” She stopped right in her tracks just as Joey strolled up to them with his hands on the lapels.

“Hey, you!” he greeted Sam.

“Hey, Joey,” she returned the favor.

“And Belinda,” he continued, “you're Belinda, right?”

“Little Bel, that's me,” she retorted. He craned his neck to the building behind them.

“What's all this?”

“Oh, it's the—studio that you and Anthrax are recording at,” Sam replied, and each word that left her lips felt as though she was having to force herself to say it.

“Oh, yeah, I remember this place,” said Joey. “Pyramid.” He stopped and he took another look. “Who else is here?”

“Maintenance,” Belinda filled in with haste and a clearing of her throat.

“Uh, yeah,” Sam added with even more haste, “—we just came over here to check it out. We really only came up here to Ithaca for New Year's.” She rubbed her nose. “What's up with you? What're you doing?”

“I just came here to see the place myself,” he answered as he lunged forward, but Sam and Belinda stepped in front of him.

“I don't think that's a good idea, Joey,” Sam assured him.

“Yeah—the place is kind of a mess,” Belinda joined in.

“Well, I at least wanna see the front door, though. Lived and did stuff in upstate my whole life and would you believe I've never been here before? And besides, why is your car here?”

“It's a good place to park,” Belinda said at a rapid clip. “We're coming right back for it, though. It's nothing to split hairs over.”

“Okay,” Joey said, reluctant and with a befuddled look on his face.

“Um, you wanna get something to eat?” Sam offered him.

“I just ate, thank you, though.”

“Shit—well, it's pretty cold out here—don't ya wanna go into that restaurant there?”

“We can't go in there?”

“It's a mess, Joey!” Sam exclaimed. “An absolute madhouse!”

“Hey, that song was a hit!” he said with a snap of his fingers.

“What song?”

“'Madhouse'! We got asked to make a music video for it—have you seen it?”

“I haven't, no.”

“Don't think I have, either,” Belinda added.

“Oh, man, I gotta show it to you girls. I hope that restaurant does have TVs in it—I'd like to show it to you both.” He wheeled around and stood there at the curb for a second: Sam and Belinda glanced at one another. The latter widened her eyes and let out a quiet sigh; the former opened her mouth but no sound came out. Joey then led them across the dark pavement to the low restaurant there on the other side, hugged by a few evergreen trees and some scraggly barren oak trees.

He held the door for them as they made their way inside. Warm and sweet with that aroma of coffee and fresh food: he led them to the counter where he took the seat closest to the register. Sam sat down at his left while Belinda took the spot to the left of her. Her eyes were still wide with fear.

“That was close,” she mouthed, to which Sam nodded her head. Joey then turned to them once again.

“Did Cliff ever tell you his fascination with pancakes?” he asked Sam in a low voice.

“I don't think he ever did,” she confessed.

“Oh. Well—” Joey pointed to the silvery counter in front of them, and the plate of pancakes slathered in syrup and melted butter which awaited to be taken to a nearby table. “—just looking at that fat stack of pancakes right there in front of us made me think of his obsession with pancakes.” Sam chuckled at that.

She and Belinda both asked for cups of coffee, but neither of them knew what they wanted to eat. It was the first time in a long time Sam had gone some place and she had no idea as to what she wanted. The thought of Cliff obsessing over pancakes made her curious. There was so much to him that she still didn't know about.

Cried all her tears and yet she still missed him. It was almost too much to bear, especially when she thought about Alex in that room. He and Cliff were both artists in their prime. Both artists, both unknowns to her, and yet they both felt so close to her.

“Excuse me,” she finally said at one point: she could feel the firm lump coming to fruition in her throat. She ducked into the hallway around the corner to make it look as though she was headed into the bathrooms. But she lingered there outside of the ladies' room, right next to the door, and the tears made their way forth. She flashed back on the sight of Louie behind that drum kit, and the memory of the five of them in the park so as to honor Cliff: he recognized Zelda almost immediately, even in the tapestry of total darkness, and she could only wonder what was happening between them. He hit those drums rather hard: maybe seeing her there opened something in him. She had no idea.

The mention of Cliff did something to her however. She brought her hands to her face to hide the tears away from prying eyes, but she couldn't cry. No tears to be found in there.

“Sam?” Joey's upstate accent caught her ear and she lifted her head for a look at him there at the far end of the hall. The lopsided grin had given way to a look of concern on his handsome face. He strode closer to her for a better look at her.

“You okay?” he asked her in a gentle voice, to which she bowed her head and kept silent. “Are you alright?”

She still didn't answer.

“That statement was in poor taste, I know,” he said in a near whisper.

“What statement?” she asked him as she raised her gaze to him; he stood right in front of her, and he stood so close to her that she could smell the soft cologne on the side of his neck.

“The whole thing with the pancakes. I just—I know how you miss Cliff so much.”

“I do, I do—but I swear it's not you, though,” she assured him.

“Oh. I just saw you run down here and I could only guess that it was 'cause of that.”

“I just—I have my moments,” she confessed to him. “I have moments where I miss him more than anything in the world.”

She gazed up at him, right into those deep brown eyes. As brown and soft as the earth, the very earth that Cliff had returned to. They locked eyes for a few seconds, but it was enough.

“Joey—” she started.

“What?” He then paused and she pursed her lips together. Her mind went blank, but then he showed her the first bit of that grin yet again.

“Remember when you were in my place and you made that joke about kissin' me?” he recalled in a soft voice.

“How could I forget?”

“Not gonna lie—I think about doin' that.” He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Absolutely. All the time.”

“So—what're you saying?”

He nibbled on his bottom lip and he dropped his gaze to her mouth.

“I didn't have someone to kiss under the mistletoe back on Christmas,” he told her in the huskiest voice she ever heard.

“I didn't, either,” she added.

“And I don't have someone to kiss when the ball drops tonight.”

“Who says we have to have a New Year's kiss, though?”

“Good point.” He paused again, and again with a nibble of his bottom lip. “Just an idea.” He nodded his head back for her to go back out to the restaurant. “Run along—I gotta use the little boys' room.” And with that, Sam bowed out in front of him and she rounded the corner: Belinda still stayed seated at the counter and with a cup of coffee in front of her. But on the far side of the room, Sam noticed the four of them clustered into a booth. She kept going towards them.

“Hey! What're you guys doing here?”

“Remember when Greg made a flippant comment about Louie being hungry?” Eric said to her as he looked up at her like a prince.

“Vaguely.”

“Well, as it turns out, the bunch of us are, too.”

“Well, Joey's here with me and Bel, so you might wanna keep things down.” She made a lowering gesture with her hands and brought her voice down a bit.

“Not a problem,” he assured her with a shake of his head. “Alex is a lover not a fighter anyways.”

“I fight when I feel like it,” Alex himself pointed out as he took a sip of ice water. Sam hoped Joey wouldn't see them there as she returned to Belinda at the counter: and even with the pancakes gone, she still couldn't shake the firm feeling from her throat. First New Year's alone and without Cliff.

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Survey #320

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Would you rather be twice as smart or twice as happy? Give me the happiness, please. What happened the last time you cried? I was having a PTSD episode. What happened the time in your life when you were the most nervous to do something? I think the most nervous I've ever been was in elementary school when I won the D.A.R.E. essay contest and had to read my paper in front of the whole 4th and 5th grade in the gym. There may be something else, though, there's just a LOT of instances where I've been an anxious mess. What was the greatest television show of all time? Meerkat Manor, man. I canNOT wait for it to resume, I believe this summer. What one thing would you be most disappointed if you never got to experience it? Maybe petting a meerkat, particularly a descendant of a Meerkat Manor character, Flower Whiskers in specific. I would cry, and that is a promise. I am just... so thankful for those little creatures. Because of them, I've met so many irreplacable friends and developed a hobby that was a way to dump my creativity into since I was what, 10 years old? What celebrity would you trade lives with? BITCH let me be Amy Nelson (Mark's gf) for OBVIOUS REASONS. Haha on a serious note though she is an INCREDIBLE person that I'm so glad Mark found. :'''') What story do your friends still give you crap about? Nothing, really. What is your weirdest dealbreaker? I'unno... define a "weird" dealbreaker. I find mine to be pretty reasonable. What’s the first thing you’d do if you were the opposite sex for one day? Well, look at myself in a mirror? See how I look. What is the weirdest quirk your family has? We have this thing where we say "I love you mostest period" at random to imply we love the other person more than they could love us, indisputably. How old is the last person you kissed on the cheek or lips? On the cheek, it was either my niece or nephew, who are 4 and 6. The person I last kissed on the lips is 22. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Not anymore, no. I don't wear jeans. Do you think you could live with your best friend? I would fuckin LOVE to. Do you have someone who you can be your complete self around? I'm most comfortable with myself around Sara. What were you doing when you found out Michael Jackson was dead? I was swimming in the pool while Dad was grilling lunch. The last person you kissed, was it a drunken or sober? Sober. Have you ever introduced yourself with a name other than your own? Online, I've introduced myself with my account name, but generally, I say I'm Brittany. Are any of your siblings married? I don't know about the half-sister I don't know, but two are married, and one is engaged. Do you use an umbrella when it rains? Not usually, no. When was the last time you had a lot of fun? A lot of fun? That's one damn good question. Probably not since I last hung out with Sara. The last time you cried, who was there to comfort you? I was alone. What was your most recent reason for smiling / laughing? I chuckled at something in a John Wolfe video. Are you attracted to the last person you talked to? Um, that would be my mother. So no. Do you like your middle name, or does it embarrass you? It's pretty, but I hate having it. It's one of the most common white chick middle names ever. Are your toenails painted? No; I don't paint my nails. When was the last time you couldn't stop laughing? Why? Probably a funny YT video, I dunno. Any ways in which you're very different from the person you love/like? We have some differing political views. Why did you first kiss the last person you kissed? The timing felt right and I love(d) her. Has anyone seen you kiss the last person you kissed? Yeah. Who was the last person’s voice you heard? Besides via YouTube, my mom's. Who do you get along with best in your family? Mom. Have you ever been kissed in a car? Yeah. Is there anyone in your life that knows right away something’s wrong with you? Oh, absolutely my mother. Has your phone ever gone off in the middle of a class at school? Oh god no, I'd die. The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? I never do. It adds oil to your hair, and mine is naturally oily enough. Do you prefer light or dark jeans? DARK. Do you have an item of clothing that reminds you of someone? Tell me about it, and the person it reminds you of. I have a good handful of those. When you listen to music, do you generally sing along, or just listen? I just listen, usually. Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? Yeah. Does more than one person like you? *shrug* You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? I fucking hate that my answer is "Jason." If your hair is long, would you ever think about having it cut short? Or, if it’s short, would you like to grow it long? As far as I'm concerned, my hair will never be long again. I love it so much more short. What if you were told that your life has to stay exactly as it is right now, and nothing will ever change? How would you feel about that? I'd... honestly probably kill myself. I don't know that with certainty, but yeah. I'd be pretty damn devastated. What’s the most expensive thing you own? Probably my snake. Name something you really can’t wait for? MAY!!!!!!! GIMME MY TATTOOOOOOOO!!!!! What do you want in your future? E.g marraige, kids… A great career, a healthy and permanent relationship, lots of pets, adventure, life satisfaction... Got any major celeb crushes? m a r k e d w a r d f i s c h b a c h Do you have any glow-in-the-dark items in your room? If so what? No. Have you ever stalked anybody? Yeesh, no. If you could be on any TV show, which would it be and why? I'll just hypothetically say I WANTED to be on television for this, because irl, I don't. Ummm. I guess That '70s Show, because I love the '70s, and it'd be so cool to have a big group of friends like that. What is your favorite brand of hairspray? I don't use hairspray. What is the last thing you tripped over? Our doorstep, lmao. Do you were glasses or contacts? If so what color are your frames/contacts? I wear black-rimmed glasses. Do you like stickers? If so what kinds do you like? Yeah. I used to collect them as a kid and put them all over my dresser. Do you like coloring? Yes. What is in your backyard? Some bushes and a shed. Maybe a tree. I've been out there like, once. Do you own a globe? No. What is your favorite wild cat? Snow leopards are the prettiest, imo. As animals in general, I find lions the most interesting. How many continents have you been to, and which ones? I've never left North America. How many continents has your best friend been to, and which ones? She hasn't, either. How many continents has your dad been to, and which ones? Same as above. Have you ever been so terrified that you felt paralyzed? Yep. What’s a place you have a strong emotional connection to? The community college I first went to. Particularly where Jason and I took his senior prom pictures. Who was the last relative you visited? Grammy, before she passed away. My uncle was with her, too. Do you ever wonder what kind of person you’d have turned out to be if a certain event never happened to you? Oh, certainly. I wonder all the time what would have happened if Jason didn't leave. I could still be horribly depressed, or dead, considering ultimately, the event led to me finding the help I so desperately needed. Or maybe I'd be perfectly happy with kids and know how to be an actual adult. I was only a teenager, and yet with him, I never felt more mature and just... capable. When you’re home alone, do you still shower with the bathroom door closed? Yes. Have you ever bought something really expensive and ended up returning it? I don't believe so. 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Basically, some sort of conscious creation, and then let life do its thing. What’s your religion? I don't have one. You could say theism, but is that even a proper religion? Do you like your teeth? No. During my worst depression, I was very bad at taking care of them, and now they have a yellowish tint. Have you considered getting contacts that change your eyecolor? What color? Oh yes, I've wanted to have more sapphire blue eyes. Do you wish you lived somewhere else? Yes. Living in the suburbs just isn't my jam, but it works for right now. What’s the craziest color you’ve seen on a house? I think I've seen a pink house before? Don’t you hate the texture of lotion on your skin? Yes. What’s the prettiest cat you have seen? There's this brown British Longhair with beautiful green eyes that I adore on social media. Name's Smoothie. What is your favorite doughnut? Chocolate frosted or glazed. Do you have a hot tub? If so, where is it located? No. What is your favorite party game? Man, I don't even know popular party games, haha. Do you or your parents rake your yard? Neither of us do. No matter where we've lived, ever since Dad left, no one rakes. Do you buy drugstore make-up or high-end make-up? We always buy drugstore makeup. What’s the last good love story you read? I don't think I've read a love story since The Notebook. Do you own a lava lamp or disco ball? No, but I wish I had a lava lamp. When was the last time you went to the roller rink? It's been many years. Do you own a kaleidoscope? No. I did as a kid, though. Have you ever made an inspiration board for your room? No, but I absolutely plan to once I get a big enough board to hang on the wall, and my "office" is cleaned out. I want that room to be full of motivation. Who is the best-looking male celebrity? Take a wild guess. Where would you like to travel to next? Yellowstone. I want to spread Teddy's ashes there in an area with wolves to rest in his roots. Less importantly, I want to take looooooaaaaaaaddddddsssss of photographs. Where are three places you go to relax? Just my room, really. If you became famous, would you change your name to something exotic? No. What color is your favorite pair of shorts? I don't wear shorts, ever. List five items on your current wardrobe wish list. I've wanted a black, studded leather jacket since I was in high school. I also really want big, spiked leather boots, too. Then there's tons of band tees I want. Who makes great song covers on YouTube? JONATHAN YOUNG!!!!!!! GO!!!!!!!!! LISTEN TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!! Who is one of the best songwriters? Otep Shamaya. Painting or drawing? I strongly prefer drawing. Painting that shows brushstrokes or painting that looks like a photograph? The latter. The former can be quite stylistic, though. First thing you wash in the shower? My hair, but if you mean my actual body, my chest. Brown or white egg? I don't even know the flavor difference. Favorite time of year? October-December. Do you own a gun? I legally can't due to a suicidal history. Have you ever been in a castle? Excluding the Disney World castle, no. Are you a clingy person when it comes to relationships? I honestly am. Have you ever been bitten so hard that there teeth marks were there after? I mean, I've had hickeys before. Would you ever date a disabled person? (Be honest) Yes. If you found a baby randomly by itself what would you do? Call the cops and stay with it until they arrived. What is the most personal question you have ever been asked? I'd rather not repeat it. When was the last time you wished time would move faster? Literally every waking moment of my life. It's so sad, thinking about it. I'm just rushing my life away. Are there any owls in your room (as decor, of course)? No. If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? Sara. Do you enjoy hearing birds chirp? I do. Have you ever hiked a mountain? No. Where did you meet your first crush? School. Who is your favorite little girl? My sweetheart niece. What is your favorite song by the last band you listened to? Oh boy, don't make me pick. Does your best friend have kids? No; she doesn't want any, either. Where did you go the last time you drove for longer than an hour? The beach, I think. If you were pregnant, would you want a boy or a girl? Hypothetically, a girl. How often do you get fountain drinks from a gas station? Rarely, but every now and again. Who is your favorite character in your favorite movie? Mufasa. What junk food can you never pass up? Donuts came to mind first. But I think that's because I'm craving donuts, haha. Have you ever had a UTI? Yeah, multiple. I don't drink nearly enough water. I've had one so bad my kidneys hurt like a bitch. What's the last color you dyed your hair? Red.

#survey #surveys #questions

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where-s-all-blue · 4 years

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Self Insert AU for your chaotic crack fic needs

When you get transported into the One Piece Universe, you can't choose where you end up in nor in which time. Even your age might be jumbled up.

Depending on where you end up, your memories of your old life will disappear until the crew or group you are in is featured in canon.

If you make a joke about something, it's very likely that the universe will make it happen just to fuck you up. For reference, see C and R making up a lost island that sunk into the sea only for it to re-emergence randomly in the New World right in front of their eyes.

No matter what you do, you can't change the canon plot.

You don't have a plot armour.

Mod specific headcanons under the cut.

Onto the specific headcanons of C and R:

C ends up in the same town where Luffy meets Zoro, only days before it happens, hence her memories aren't that jumbled up, but she can't remember her real life friends. She pretty much joins them there and then.

C has the habit of saying cryptic things and accidentally revealing things beforehand, like when someone important is about to join the Strawhats whom she has joined. The crew thinks that she can see into the future.

She also tends to start crying when she meets people who are good but have tragic pasts. Luffy starts to use this as an indicator for people being nice.

During the timeskip, C ended up eating a devilfruit, her devilfruit was Neko Neko Mi, Model: Toyger ver Dwarf. This means that she is essentially a Toyger breed of a regular housecat, who happens to have dwarfism and thus will never grow up bigger than a kitten.

C uses her devilfruit to sneak around, get out of trouble and to get a free lift from her crew members. R uses his fruit power to intimidate people and to fight, he also uses it to go unnoticed while he naps in the dark corners.

The majority of people assume that she is max 14 years old due to her petite form and mischievous nature. However, when reaching Wano, she’s actually 18.

C’s outfit is modeled after a cow; she adores them as she finds them cute. She wears tiny horns on her head and a dotted over dress on top of her blue dress. Her cat form also keeps the horns on it.

Her fighting style includes using these horns to inflict damage. She also has learned how to use armament haki during her training.

She spent three months stuck in her cat form due to not knowing how to control it. She has managed to awaken her fruit powers, which doesn’t really help her much aside from giving her extra speed and durability.

During one of the early calls between C and R, they joked about her having the will of D. Later on she learned that she infact DOES have that secret name and she actually carries the will of Portgas D. Rouge. She also resembles Rouge by her looks and sometimes says things that especially got the attention of Garp as he’d last heard the woman herself say them.

C made up an island just to avoid suspicion, claiming that it sunk to the bottom of the ocean only to find out that the island did infact exist.

She also claimed that R and her are childhood friends before her family moved to the East Blue from the North Blue.

In Wano, she learns about the backstory of herself and is left speechless.

She’s actively trying to set Law and R up for her own amusement, even going as far as claiming that he suffers from chronic anxiety which can be cured by slow socialisation (to earn his trust) and cuddles, but the latter must be done by someone the red head respects. Law accepted this as a fact until his mind caught onto it about a week later.

Her favourite colours are purple and green, she often wears brown and blue.

The fake Strawhats had two sets of her; a feral kitten and a giant hulking man with cat ears. Upon seeing this, C immediately called out how they got her motif wrong.

C often takes selfies in the most inconvenient places like right in front of Katakuri, Oven and Daifuku, which she then sends over to R. She also likes to avoid fighting in favour of watching the plot unfold itself.

R ends up 10 years into the past, into the office of the Revolutionary Army where he was found by Ivankov and Dragon. He is also now a child. Until he turns 19, he doesn't have any memory problems.

Ivan looks for a cure for R's memory loss, but she doesn't have much time as she's supposed to infiltrate a prison. She quite literally drops him into the hands of Trafalgar Law, explains the situation and leaves without allowing him to protest.

Due to R's shyness, he spends the next half a year silent, making the crew think that he might be actually mute only to later on burst into a song in an attempt to soothe someone. The crew never realises this though as they're used to hearing weird sounds in the submarine.

R uses in total three names in this universe: Ren (Revolutionary Army), Eli (Heart Pirates) and Nao (C, later on the Strawhats). They joke that he has just very long name and those are parts of it.The joke later on turns into reality making R's name be Reneli Nao much to his embarrassment.

During Ivan’s search for a doctor who could cure him, R ended up accidentally eating a devil fruit. The fruit was Zoan type, Neko Neko Mi, Model: Black Jaguar. However for convenience, he refers to it as panther fruit as that way nobody can tell for sure if it was leopard, snow leopard, tiger, lion or a jaguar (Panther is the class name of each of these large cats).

R has two bounties, one as Ren and other as Eli, the latter being his "pet" bounty. Whenever the marines see him in his human form, they refer to him as revolutionary army member rather than as a pirate. Somehow they never put together the fact that Eli and Ren are the same entity.

His bounty as Eli is only around 100 beries due to the marines assuming that the black jaguar form is his real form, and thus believing that he’s a pet.

Before the timeskip, R uses black sunglasses to block out the light as he is very light sensitive, post timeskip he's seen using a cap.

During a call, C joked about him being the illegitimate son of Shanks, in Wano this is confirmed to be the case and the duo swear to never joke again.

He too claimed to be from an island which sunk, only for it to turn up on old maps.

R is an awakened Zoan user, which grands him higher speed and durability.

He also has the habit of switching into another language unconsciously when he curses or insults people. He most often calls them fools in Hebrew, which the rest of the crew assumes having been the native language of the island he’s from.

Law is the only one who knows what he is saying, which makes situations where someone assumes that they’ve earned his trust because he’s “giving them a nickname” even funnier.

He knows how to use both rapier and a katana, his old sword was a rapier which he called Shoshannah after his mother (this means lily or a rose), his current sword is named after his real life brother’s cat, Mito, which in Japanese means serene water while in Italian it can mean myth.

During Zou, the only reason why he got hurt was because of his fruit powers suddenly activated making him loose his balance.

He calls Ivankov “mom” on multiple occasions.

His denden mushi was a gift from Ivankov, however, he just can’t bring himself to decorate it claiming that he’s waiting for the moment he’ll be able to pinpoint just what would reflect him and his personality accessory wise.

His trademark colours are orange, blue and purple, which you can find from his hat and the scarf he wears around his waist to help him carry his katana.

R is a terrible liar which he tries to make up for by turning conversations overly philosophical. Most often he ends up accidentally blurting warnings to his captain and crew.

He often challenges his captain without even realising it by asking questions like “Are you sure about that?” or calling something the stupidest thing he’s ever heard right to his face.

He seems to be immune to feeling intimidated by people to the point where it’s thought that he simply doesn’t have any self preservation instinct. Despite of this, R is very careful and plans his moves to ridiculous detail, trying to take in any possible threats and any potential change in the environment.

Law has a theory that R is the reincarnation of Corazon because he seems to know things that only Corazon would know. This theory was debunked once he learned that R is only 3 years younger than he is.

Other

C and R meet one another in Sabaody, where they both start to regain their lost memories. While they're running from the marines, they quickly catch up and exchange numbers so they can keep in touch.

C and R call regularly, but have trouble when someone else picks up, they both are very shy after all. This leads to moments where C asks Usopp to ask whoever had picked up if Nao was available and vice versa.

Penguin and Shachi have a stash of photos from the time R was stuck as a jaguar cub (when they thought that he was a lot younger and that the devil fruit was just a black cat). They tend to show them to C out of spite towards R, who still doesn’t talk that much.

There’s a third person (let’s call them K), who’s sailing with Boa Hancock, C and K haven’t met one another in the OPverse, but R has made sure that the two also manage to talk by giving them each other’s denden numbers.

K likes to mess with R and Law by referring to them as brothers or “cat men”.

R reunited with K when his captain was taking care of Luffy. The latter found R’s situation hilarious.

The denden mushi of C has purple and green stripes and tiny horns, K’s radiates G A Y because of glitter. K’s denden also holds a tiny pride flag.

#self insert au #crack au #one piece au #one piece #one piece self insert #C #R #K

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1. Do you sing when alone? 4. Cute thing you do? 5. Favorite thing cats do? 6. Favorite cute word? 7. Butterflies, or dragonflies? 8. Stargazing, or watching the sun rise? 9. Do you make wishes? 10. What songs did you like when you were young? 11. Write 10 words to describe your personality. 12. Can you dance? Do you dance? 13. Favorite animal?

thank you!!!!!!!!!

1) y e s. i am not a good singer so i try to only torture myself with my bad voice by only singing when there’s no one else around

4) hm. i stim a lot when i’m happy which makes me seem really bouncy and some people think that’s cute, i also get flustered really easily which everyone i date thinks is cute (they’re wrong i’m never cute couldn’t be me <3)

5) THE S T R E T C H WHEN THEY LIKE, GET UP FROM A NAP, I LOVE IT

6) i don’t know what exactly defines a cute word but i like the word bunny

7) dragonflies!!! they’re so so so pretty

8) stargazing!!!!

9) yes.

10) just, christian rock. i had horrible music taste and my family was v religious so that didn’t help

11) dumbass, bubbly, idiot, caring, fool, thoughtful, moron, sweet, brainless, affectionate

12) nO I CANNOT. IM SUCH A BAD DANCER. AND NO EXCEPT FOR WHEN I TRIED TO LEARN HOW TO WALTZ WITH MY FRIEND

13) snow leopards!!!! b i g paws fluffy babies

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totaldramafan-lauri · 4 years

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I know I haven’t updated in a few days......but I actually HAVE been playing a lot! It’s just that, well......I wasn’t emotionally in a good place, and didn’t feel up to making a post. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, and I’m healing.

But anyway, yeah, quite a bit has happened, and since it took place over multiple days, there are a few points to hit here, so.....cue the Read More

Deli and Bianca

My fourth and fifth villagers moved in, one after the other! As expected, they didn’t make as big of an impression as the adorable Margie did, but I do like them, and I already know what they’re like....well, kinda! Bianca is very cheery and full of energy! Also I love her color scheme, it kinda makes me think of a snow leopard or something like that. Deli goes to sleep early so I haven’t seen as much of him yet, but he talk about snacks a lot.

Apparently I have a good house

The HHA ranked my tiny little house an S!? This was.....kinda a shock. XD I don’t know if that’s really THAT impressive.....but, going by Splatoon logic, S is the highest rank, and I’m not sure if that’s true here as well....Nevertheless, I got a reward for it, some bronze decoration (which lets me know that there ARE steps above that), which I displayed in my house cuz....bragging rights? XD

Swindled!

So, like I said before, the museum expanded to add an art exhibit (which it really should’ve started with). This means that I got my first visit from this, er, friendly face-

-who invited me to visit his collection. It took me a bit to find his boat, which is kinda embarrassing.....but once I was there, I was initially very cautious. Going off of what he did in New Leaf, I knew not to trust him completely, buuuuut......at the same time, I really wanted to give Blathers some art, and I had no idea to tell the right from the wrong, if you know what I mean.....So, after mulling it over, I bought a statue. XD I knew it probably wasn’t the smartest choice, but I’m completely in the dark about most art pieces and was too lazy to look stuff up, so....I just hoped that either I was lucky, or his gimmick was different in this game that it was in New Leaf.

.......Weeeeeell, turns out that the statue was a total fake. WELP. I sure felt like an idiot after that! XD Yeeeeaaaah, I’m probably not gonna be throwing Bells at this guy all willy-nilly again after that. Eh, I deserve it. Shows me to ignore the obvious warning signs!

The wonders of coloring stuff

I’m now able to customize furniture, which I immediately put to good use! You’ll be seeing that in the next house update. Also, remember the shell lamp I was gonna give Margie? I customized it before giving it to her. I gave it a shiny pearl-like color. Cuz I just adore Margie so much already! I’ll try not to spoil her, but still.....you could say that I’ve taken a shine to her....C-cuz....lamp, shiny....moving on.

Gigajolt

Hazel, the funny lil sassmaster that she is, came up with a nickname for me......Gigajolt. I.....literally have no idea where it came from, it has nothing to do with my name......and I like it. I like it because it’s like Hazel herself - quirky, yet I can’t help but love it.

This flower doesn’t go here!

Remember my flowerbed? Well, after it rained, naturally, more flowers started growing around it. I anticipated this, and was prepared to relocate any new tulips to that the flowerbed will keep its....sh-shape......I’ve done this a few times, but....guess what happened yesterday? A different color tulip started growing! I thought that could only happen if two colors bred, but....no, all I had was red tulips! Just red! But this new one looks like it’s gonna be BLACK!? How did that happen? Well, after it grows, I’m certainly keeping some souvenirs.....O__O

Also, while I’m talking about flowers, I’ve planted another bed recently, this one fenced in, of red and while lilies (as an experiment), as well as planting some lilies outside of each villager’s house (cuz I wanna show them I care).

Striking gold

This one’s pretty simple - I found my first gold nugget, completely at random! I’ve been so used to hitting rocks everyday, collecting iron and clay.....and I was NOT expecting something new like that! I wonder how rare it is.....Maybe it’s really rare, or maybe it’s not and I’ve just been unlucky up till now. Either way, it was a pleasant surprise. XD Now to find out what it could be used for....

Plans for the future

I still haven’t found the time to plant my orchard, and I really should get on that! That should be my next big thing to do! ......If I don’t get distracted again, and it really seems like this game keeps throwing new objectives at me. XD For example, my newest problem is that my storage is full. Taking all the fruit out WILL help that, but not enough. This means that.....yup, I’m gonna have to expand my house soon. Not complaining, since I do have a lot of stuff. I REALLY like saving things for later, or even hanging on to things I’ll never use just because they were gifs. XD I’m.....sentimental like that, I guess.

#heartstone island stories

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hi i love your prompts!! my friend is writing a story and wants to have some whump in it, so i thought i’d ask you if you had any prompts for it! it takes place 100 years after nuclear war broke out, and 12 young adults were forced into cryofreeze 50 years ago to see if they could live above ground. and while a lot of radiation cleared out, there’s still areas that are dangerously radiated. to make things worse, they all had their memories wiped and there are basically mutants above ground. ty!!

Oh daaaaaaaaang I love that idea! It reminds me of the 100 series, both the book series and TV show

(I refer to the young adults as a team here for ease of writing) ((also, there’s nothing bad under the cut, this is just a really long post and I’m breaking it up a bit))

One member gets a debilitating disease from the radiation, something similar to cancer. The rest of the team has to watch as the member suffers and slowly deteriorates, all while the member brushes it off and tries to hide how they’re suffering. Whether or not the member recovers is up to the writer.

The vegetation has mutated leading to the team preparing something wrong or eating the wrong thing. This leads to allergic reactions, poisoning, comas, seizures, vomiting, hallucinations, all the fun stuff.

There’s something bad in the water to include rain, mist, snow, etc. Does it cause them to hallucinate or does it cause physical harm? How does the team react to having no water?

One member touches or eats something that messes with their brain and leads them to attacking the team. The team has to physically restrain and contain the affected member. Now the team has two members out of commision, one injured and one potentially insane. The team has to listen to the affected member raving, screaming, thrashing, and pounding against their restraints. The team doesn’t know what happened, if it’s curable, or what they do next. The elephant in the room is the fact that they may have to kill the affected member. Meanwhile, the member acts like a rabid animal, snarling, clawing, screaming incoherently, sobbing, thrashing, throwing things, tearing at everything and everyone.

Consider what the member was/is. Weakest or strongest? Social butterfly or lone wolf? Leader or rebel? All of this will affect the team emotionally and physically. The way a trained warrior fights versus the way a healer would is vastly different. The most experienced or the least experienced would react and hit differently than the other option

If the member recovers: They now have to live with what they did for the rest of their lives. Do they look at the injured member and are stuck with horror and guilt? How does their dynamic with the team tear at what they did? What are the lasting emotional and physical repercussions? Is the injured member unconscious? Is it debatable if the injured member will live? What if the affected member potentially killed their friend? Were they aware of what they were doing but unable to stop? Were they fully gone? Do they still hear the screams and pleads to stop? The horrible things they said? Do they still feel what they did to the injured member? Can they still smell and taste the blood and dirt? Is there still blood under their fingernails? Will they ever trust themselves again? Will anyone else?

If they don’t: Who decides to kill the member or make the executive decision to leave the member behind? Does the member fight back or lie still when they’re about to be killed? Do they have moments of clarity and beg for either death or life? Are they shot, stabbed, poisoned etc? If they’re left behind, are they left food and water just in case? If they still manage to recover, does the decision to leave the member behind come back to bite the team in the butt? Or does the recovered member come back and save the team? The team now has to deal with leaving the member behind. Walking away to the screaming and thrashing.

If the writer is writing from multiple POVs, play with writing in one you wouldn’t expect here. Try writing from inside the affected member’s mind. Are they aware of what they’re doing but they’re a puppet in their own body? Are they completely insane? What does that look like? Do they think the team intends to harm them or do they think the team are intruders? What do they think or feel as they die? As they’re left behind to die slowly? POVs can really add to some unique whump

There are mutants?

Is the team revered or looked down on because they are not mutated? (Or are they?)

Revered:

Treated like gods, which seems nice at first until the people start demanding miracles

If they team can’t provide those miracles, it’s likely that they will be killed and/or tortured

The team frantically tries to escape while providing those miracles

Consider El Dorado (the animated movie) if it wasn’t a children’s comedy and things went significantly worse

Looked down:

Are they experimented on?

“Welcomed” by a group only to find out later that they’re meant for a sacrifice or meal

Enslaved

Hunted for sport

Creatures have mutated. Give them elongated necks, extra heads, insane amount of eyes, rows of teeth, reloadable stingers, giant insects, heightened vision and hearing, what have you. Let your horror mind go crazy (we all have a horror mind). The more grotesque and crazy your mutated creatures get, the more havoc they can wreak. Remember that this is a dystopian! In the Hunger Games there were birds that could mimic voices/screams, and wasps whose stings could cause hallucinations and/or death. Go crazy! Have your creatures melded with technology? Or gotten technological features all on their own? Do they have specific radiation related abilities? Play with this and then set the worst of it all upon your OCs *evil laughter*

Some ideas to play with just from our own world that creatures (animals, insects, aquatic beings) can do

Bites

Stings

Poison/venom

Swarms

Suffocation

Overwhelming a prey

Camouflage

Lures (think of angler fish or cookie cutter sharks that light up in the darkness to attract prey. Or venus flytraps)

Crocodiles and their death rolls

Forcing a prey to drown

Some octopi can whip their prey with venomous tentacles

Animals and bugs can spit

Choking

Marble cone snails literally deploy a venom filled harpoon

Suckers or various ways of sticking to prey

Constantly following until the prey is exhausted

There is a breed of wild, big cat (like a leopard) that mimics the cry of baby monkeys

Crushing

Paralyzation

Echolocation

Just read what tentacled sea snakes do!

“They can basically read minds. Maybe they can’t control other objects, nor can they tell exactly it is what they’re thinking, but based on their evolutionary method, they know where their prey is going to swim, and wait there with their jaws wide open. How does it manage this, you ask? Well, because of a fish’s innate reaction to perceived danger. It’s call C-start. When a fish sense sound waves in the water, their body automatically jolts and they go swimming speedily away from potential predators. The tentacled sea snake, however, moves its mid-section in order to purposefully trigger this response, then, when the fish tries to flee, it ends up right in the snake’s waiting mouth.”

And all of this is just from our own world. Also….just look at Australia.

Some more quick ones are to remove resources. Remove food, water, shelter, anything. Make the world itself a terrifying place. Mess with the elements of nature, mess with creatures, mess with people (do the mutants have powers? Even simple things like better strength or endurance? Better senses that can smell, hear, see, taste danger? Natural resistant to things that hurt the team? It doesn’t have to be X-men style powers unless you want it to), mess with e v e r y t h i n g.

Also, how have the mutants survived so long? What do they have that the team doesn’t and how can that hurt the team?

To heighten something, add a layer of time sensitivity or danger. Is something coming for them? Do they know?

And of course, there are lots more for mind wiping. This is just getting into a pretty long post and I’ve already re-written this several times (stupid tumblr kept crashing and my webpage kept reloading and deleting everything I’d already written) so I’m going to cut it off here with those quick ways to add whump as well.

If you’d like a follow up with mind wiping stuff, just message me! I’ll try to respond quicker this time 😅

Thanks for the ask! I’d love to know how this story goes! If it’s ever publicly shared somewhere (printed in a book, turned into a comic, posted on wattpad) message me again! I’d love to read it! (And if it’s never shared, I totally get that. Writers are weird and stories get away from us.) All the best of luck to your friend!!!!

Some gruesome things that animals do below this line

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Cannibalism

Eating prey alive

There is a breed of ant that makes a vertical, sticky platform filled with holes. Once a bug sticks to it, the ants pop out and pull it in various directions while stinging it to death. Some bugs can be stuck there for hours, being torn into manageable chunks

Spiders and their webbing up prey for later. Some do it while their prey is alive

#whump prompts #anonymous #heartless answers #insects #gore #my prompts

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