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riskeith · 3 years

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good morning love! (or afternoon for you hehe)

deku vs kacchan part 2 is my favorite ep of the entire series actually. i’ve watch that ep so many times as well it’s just perfect. i got into them when i watched that episode actually! the voice acting god..... literally shivers. now that i think about it it might even be my favorite anime ep of all time help. i just love how bakugou lets it all out and we get to see that side of him.. the insecure scared child he tries to hide. god i could ramble about it forever idk just love it. OH YOU WATCHED THE MOVE RIGHT AFTER? a scene with bakugou and todoroki is guaranteed a good time.. and they work so well together. haha that’s such a nice coincidence tho their dynamic is great in that movie even if it’s mostly kiribaku sjsksjk. what do you think about kiribaku btw?

RIGHT!!! at least we have a couple days to decide hihi.... paimon no longer emergency snack.. only seelie. 🥴 oooh? what kind of thing have you envisioned? (if you wanna share ofc!)

i’ve seen so many people mention that!! like one of the worst parts of the game is that in the higher level you get the less there are to do.. ssjksjdk at some point all you can do is grind domains and try to level up shdkdfhdj

LEVEL 40 INTO A LEVEL 70+ FIGHT ok that’s honestly hilariously brave doesn’t she like die right away 😔 oh yeah you’ll be leveling up Again soon *praying for you*... can’t believe they don’t keep the easy bosses anymore sjdkfh that’s so rude. this game is just grind grind grind. WE NEED A BENNY STORY SO BADLY. like imagine a story with him wanting to seek out diluc because he wants to learn how to fight from a master or something like that. i saw it in a comic and i can’t stop thinking about it 😭 all of them deserve stories!!! there’s so many ways they could make it happen pls mihoyo... chongyun x xingqiu story... <333

shfkjdskdjhf nope right now i’m playing with noelle as my main damage dealer, traveller, lisa and barbara actually. so i think i have a pretty good balance atm.. 2 long range 2 short range-ish. i usually trade out barbara for another character if i have to tho, hehe. that’s only combat though ^ benny is with me when we explore. mood is me having a 5 star and not even using her... i still need to think of ways qiqi could fit into the group yk. is your group still looking the same as before? ooooh if you could rank the elements what would your ranking look like?

172!!!!! that’s a bit short though when you said tall i thought like... 190 or something sjksjdxk. wait how tall are You?

oh i just meant like... people bashing others for spending too much money on the game vs those that bash people for not spending money and complaining that they don’t get 5 star etc? idk yt comments can be so ugly though so it’s a good thing that you don’t read them sjdjdjdkd

that’s super smart!!! you just follow along the plan and delete when you come to the part. must feel so satisfying too i imagine. haha, what little notes i have i put in the notes app and just check up on when i need to. sometimes i even forget they’re there shdkdhsks. my notes are filled with half-assed dialogue or random one words notes that don’t make any sense to me anymore.. nskdhddjdj

you’re right!! so you write at night? sometimes i just open docs on my phone and write a bit before i sleep and when i wake up it’s either a grammatical mess or just... super bad hskshd the brain is simply too tired to create anything shakespeareian

nooo i’ll def check these out and let you know what i think. i’ve seen halsey being in pretty much every klance playlist on spotify so i imagine she portrays their vibes pretty nicely. doesn’t she have a song she sings about being blue and red or something... shdjfhdj such a bad description but i see it being used in edits a lot. also now that i think of it melanie has a song called pacify her that i really like!! do you like it?

THATS SO CUTE YOU ARE A CRYBABY. 🥺 same here tbh i actually like crying sometimes... sjskdjdjd like you said it just feels nice to get it all out. i cry to almost movie or series or book i read i’m a super emotional person but i also think it adds to the experience? you feel more immersed in it that way.

RIGHT??? ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! and it’s our boys 😭 and they’re cuddling 😭 under the sun 😭 ssjdjdhdjdj 😭

can’t wait to hear from you again <3 yours, ma <3

good night! more like ahhah

:o!! that’s so legendary of them wow.. <33 and yeah honestly the voice acting is phenomenal.. and all the implications behind the fight too? bakugou finally opening up? midoriya understanding that what he needs is to fight him? ugh. kiribaku is fine! fhdsjfks my brain is so full of todobaku that any other ship is really just... in the background hfskjfs but i can appreciate the relationship they have! with kiri being the only one bakugou has really acknowledged and seeing as being on the same level, that iconic hand clasp when bakugou was being rescued... i have a kiribaku fic in my drafts but idk if i can ever get to it ahha. you like them a lot right?

ikkk also i didn’t know we had to wait until the very end to buy? i have more than enough to buy it rn but when i clicked it said ‘must explore area 14 first’ and i was just... bruh. AHAHAH. okay so in my mind it’s like.. chongyun at a funky angle we’re kinda looking up at him and his body is like bent down towards us fhsdkjs idk how to describe it but i can picture it very well but i also cannot put it to paper/screen. and then his clothes are just black instead of white! HAHAH. tho i kinda wanna see if i can draw a xiao first to offer up to the gacha gods hfsdjkfs (and if i can i’ll do a version w a dark outfit too for u hehe)

legitttt im literally just logging in and grinding the talent domains every day fhsdkjfhskfhjd there are some artifacts i want as well but the domain is literally SO difficult for me fuck.

i just go in and use her skill then heal a bit and switch right away fhsdkjfsd it going alright! and then i go ham with my other 3 charas and switch back to her to heal again fhskfjd. OMGGG that’s so cute please... i miss diluc too... come back!! i wish we had a way to replay the old quests even if we get nothing out of them like i just wanna experience it again ya know.

oooo! that’s pretty nice. hfskjd you could switch barbara out for qiqi! since she’s a healer as well. omg wait you have lumine right? so your combat team has no males? legendary 😩 we love fighting queens! ya! traveller, chongyun, xiangling, fischl. and then i switch depending on the domain/boss i’m gonna fight. hmm elements I think would go: anemo, cryo, electro, pyro, hydro, geo, dendro? LMAO i reckon if i had diluc tho pyro would be higher... i also almost forgot to add geo to that list lmaooooooo oops, hbu??

I JUST SAW THE LINK.... AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! the bestest boys look how cute they’re sjdkfjdjjdd i’m obsessed. the picture where benny has his back turned sjdudjdjddnd stop. 🥺 they’re so neat. 🥺 also NO ARE YOU SERIOUS? that’s so upsetting are you gonna try it out nonetheless or do you think it’s too risky?

they’re SO neat!!! and bennett facing the other way was so fhskjfd yeah cute <3333333 I KNOWWW IM SO SAD :((( and no...... im not gonna try 😭😭😭 i told my brother about it too and he asked how many rolls i was at and i said 70 and he was straight up ‘you can’t try then’ and i was like ‘i know 😔😔’. @ xiao... i am giving up xingqiu rate up for you 😤😤😤😤 ugh i hope i can still get xingqiu in xiao’s banner tho even tho the chances will be shit. are you gonna roll ganyu’s banner?

FHSKJFSD NOOOOOO don’t tell me 172 is average for you wtf... (apparently the average male height in japan is 160cm! for reference ahah) and i myself am. one hundred and. fifty something cm hfsdjfhskjdfhskdjfhw9uehdsifhwsdkjfhsdkfhsd 😔 big sighs lmaoooooooo. how tall are you? (im assuming much taller 😔😔😔😔😔)

ooh notes app? nice ahaha. fhdkjfhskfsk hdthat’s the mood tho! if i don’t have my laptop with me i’ll write out everything on notes first then transfer to my laptop~

AHAHAH yeahhh i think mostly i do? bc during school times i’ll only write after i’m done with my work which = night time. for a while Peak writing time for me was like 1am lmfao but i do that in a like half-asleep half-conscious state so when i come back the next day at a “normal” time i run into the same issue as you fshdfkjshfs

she does!!! it’s called colours 😩 but i think the one i related to voltron most is control! there was this really good shiro edit with that song i still remember it to this day <3 yeah i do!!! i like most of melanie’s songs actually ahahah. i think my favourite for a while was show and tell~

it totally does!! like it’s satisfying as well you know... like the characters have gone through so much and you experienced that with them so it’s natural to get emotional about it. that reminds me, what kind of books do/did you read? did you read all Those YA novels ahah talking about crying has reminded me how i cried reading those..

<333 i wanna be there with them 😩 actually no i want to BE them 😩😩😩

eager for your response <33 love, c.r.

#marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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spacegaywritings · 4 years

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The Wonders of Sleep - You are a Nightmare (4/5)

Summary: Remus is in another chaotic frenzy and refuses to calm down, so Virgil has to step in and convince the Dark Creativity that sleep can be fun too. At least Thomas well get to rest with this.

Tags: Remus things! Talks about murder, death, violence, inflicting pain etc on others/self (your basic favourites in intrusive thoughts), weapons, brutality, Remus, virgil, dukexiety, the duke of nonsense and bullshit, caps, angery remus, moth man/ rat man mentions, sexual innuendo, food, (eating) worms, plants, weird living conditions, disgusting room description, absolute chaos, caring about thomas, mutual care, fluff, domestic fluff, swearwords, lotsa cursing, dismissive nicknames, self harm (mention)

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A gargantuan mace hit the ground, sending splitting stones and other pieces of damaged ground flying through the heart of the imagination.

“KILL HIM, I SAY!”

Dark Creativity screeched into the air. He ripped the mace out of the ground with great effort and immediately struck the ground with a loud war scream.

His deafening screams and yells filled the vast emptiness of the mindscape. Other than that, the slightly more silent noise of Remus consistently breaking and devastating the rocks and mountains of the desert he was in.

“Thomas just needs to get a simple baseball bat and SMASH HIS SKULL IN!”

Remus repeated his motion of shattering the bleeding ground as he hurled his mace out and behind his back for the maximum amount of swinging power science would give him.

“No more PAY! No more BILLS!”

He worked the mace down into the ground, his whole body following the movement. His upper body went down with the large weapon and stopped just shy of the unsteady ground, splitting it.

A growl could be heard. It erupted from the depths of the ground could as the dark floor slowly drove itself away from one another in two halves.

The Duke’s rage had halved the currently imagined world.

He freed his mace and brought it back to his chest. One of his hands brushed over the end of it, the one without stabby spikes! Still a pretty side, to Remus.

A little light bubble, dark pink, grew at said end with a bit of distance to the stick-part itself.

Remus shook the mace, letting the spikes give way to nothing but a long, black stick. Once the hurty spikes were gone, he YEETED the consistently expanding bubble in front of him and repeated.

“KILL HIM!”

The bubble manifested itself in the air, sticking to the invisible laws of the Duke’s whimsy. Slowly, a picture started to fade onto the dark background. Thomas could be seen, holding a bat. It was just as Remus had predicted.

The scene became crystal clear and with a simple snip of his fingers, Thomas moved as if trapped in the gifset of a violent mind. He bashed into his head, again, again, again and again as Remus chanted in moral support.

“GO! YES! GO! AGAIN! MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE-”

“Remus.”

The Imagination shifted at once, the bubbling magma morphing into a small river while the dark ground, the stones and rocks and destruction turned into a field of grass.

While the air remained heavy, the bubble popped and Remus’ stick became nothing but an elegant twig.

“Why are you up so late?”

Creativity growled in response and shook his body like a wet dog. His flouncy outfit floated as if in timelapse.

“Why are you up so late? Stop asking me silly questions. I am creating.”

Virgil hopped over the small river and turned to look directly at the raging side.

“You look as if you are pouting”, he stated calmly, much like Logan would, “what got ya stinki mood up, poopy boy?”

Remus glared back at the smaller side and cleared his throat. He bowed to pick up his twig.

“My mace.”

That was definitely a pout. Remus’ lips were pursed into a pout, even his words seemed to pout despite his sentence being so short of them.

The mustache seemed to stretch his face into a long, sad face. Maybe he was actually manipulating his appearance, maybe the facial hair really put an extra emphasis after all.

“You are the Duke of Creativity. If you want it back, you do that. Now, how about we give this financial discussion a break and fucking chill for a minute.”

Remus threw the twig away and shook his head, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Yeah, you would like that. How about Thomathy here gets it on with a hot dude and I will shut up?”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“We could eat that cockroach Thomathy squished this morning! I will get it from the trash!”

The Duke started running for time before the other could even react. Anxiety kicked in, shifting the imagination in a way, they found themselves in Remus’ messy bedroom.

A huge vine came out of the closet and ended mid-room before the bed.. or whatever one wanted to call the mess of clothing. There was a glowing blue trail of splatter on the floor. Weapons and.. hair??? were cluttered all over the floor.

Virgil could hear a distant slapping of meat.

The floorboards seemed rather loose and rattled.

“My room! ROOM ROOM ROOM!”

Remus drew Virgil close.

“Emo! Look at my plant! It is really cute! It will love you!”

Virgil clung to the ever-changing mess of ideas and shook his head.

“I want to sleep, Remus. Shut up and go to sleep with me. You can wreck havoc and reek tomorrow but Thomas needs to sleep or else he will be shit in the morning.”

The man in question bounced.

“If I make Thomathy beat up himself, he will look like shit for sure!!!”

The emo rolled his eyes and nudged Remus towards the bed. He had not even expected the room to look as bad. Maybe he should have taken this to the living-room or literally any space that had a comfortable ground to lay on. He was a metaphysical being who could not really perceive pain after all - the choice to sleep was really just allowing Thomas to deal with things more calmly, at least in the case of Anxiety. Also, only given that Virgil did not deliberately clock out in order to spare Thomas any effect from his side.

“Nah, that is work. Work sucks. We wanna sleep forever and eat weird shit, right?”

Remus grumbled.

At heart, he sort of agreed. Right now, he was driven to do things, to be active and creative or destroy and simply do as much as he could because he had that energy.

“Nap time, Dukey.”

Virgil tugged him towards the bed.

“Oh, Virgil ~ I did not know you were into this kind of thing ~”

The addressed side blushed but shook his head.

“In your dreams, fucker.”

He stepped closer to the unmoving wall of Creativity. Confidently, he let their chests collide, sending Remus backwards.

The wavering Duke gasped in surprise and squeaked insolently.

“EmO!”, he screeches with a voice that got scratchier and scratchier by the minute. His arms flailed into any direction until he drew them in front of his chest to cross them.

“How can you be cunning and cunt-y?”

Virgil could hear his brain yell a conditioned “language!” response at him. He literally heard Patton scold Remus in his brain. Judging from the sour look on the other’s face, the anxious trait assumed he could hear it too.

“Now you know how tiring it can be to hear something in you, that you can’t stop? Pretty fucking shitty, huh? Move, babysitting you is tiring.”

The reveal of a long, pink tongue was the response but Remus kicked off his boots and patted his clothings until they dissolved into some sort of magical glitter dust. It silently trickled down onto the floor and was blown into all directions of the room.

This place really had a mind of its own. Not that Virgil really minded this.

“Good Remus”, Virgil praised softly as he joined the other on the bed. They laid down together and Virgil kicked a bundle of weapons and books off the bed, “oops. My bad. I thought it was your pet raccoon.”

Remus giggled.

“No! That is you!”

Virgil shook his head, grinning into his oversized mess of a self-ruined jacket. The Duke looked at him in his own naked glory and patted the space next to him. To join him on the fun, he eyed the stack of his dirty single socks collection and gave it a strong kick.

“PARTY!”

“Nooo, nap time. We wanted to be nice to Thomas and fuck shit up tomorrow.”

Creativity blinked at Virgil. A rare occasion. The blinking and directly looking at someone. He usually just stared into something nobody but him could see. It was chilling and so deeply terrifying, Thomas would feel it in his bones when anyone but Logan or the (former) Others interacted with him.

“You will join me?”

Virgil threw his head back as he slowly snuggled up to Remus, filling the spot he had previously patted. A groan escaped his lips and he let his head roll against Remus’ shoulder.

Instead of answering, he clapped his hands together, summoning a little bowl he thrusted into Remus’ hands.

The bowl was full of little gummy worms which looked surprisingly disgusting with how slimy and wet they appeared to be. They had a certain shine to them and the colour was so unnaturally neon orange, they were glowing in the dim lighting of the Duke’s room.

“Have a cursed snack and get your creative energy into a fucked up sex dream instead of making Thomas uncomfortable. He’s got some shit to do tomorrow.”

Silence took over the room.

Virgil caused some rustling sounds as he curled up next to Remus. The room was surprisingly un-stinky compared to what he had expected.

Loud chewing sounds interrupted the momentary silence.

It was good while it lasted but Virgil was willing to trade his own discomfort for the sake of Thomas’ well-being. He needed his sleep with another tough schedule coming up.

“Virgil?”

He hummed in response.

“Are you anxious because of the new projects they planned?”

The former dark side curled further into himself, shaking his head stubbornly.

Chewing sounds continued for a bit until Remus took a small break and suddenly snapped his head back and emptied the whole bowl into his mouth. Without even moving his jaw to chew, he swallowed his big ball of cursed sweets and made a lewd lip-smacking sound.

Virgil opened his mouth to comment on how disgusting the other was but he interrupted him.

“Come cuddle. It is okay to be scared. I will eat your mean anxiety.”

He shook his head. The Duke turned to pull Virgil into a hug. The anxious side chuckled.

“This is not how I work.”

“Yeah, but it is how I work.”

“Whatever, Remus. Shut up if you wanna cuddle, you rat man.”

It was Remus’ turn to chuckle.

“You just wish I was moth man!”

Virgil shook his head, smirking into Remus’ neck. He finally allowed himself to close his eyes and hold onto the other.

It was silent.

For real.

Within minutes, Remus was asleep and Virgil was ever so silently snoring, nobody could hear it.

#ts remus #remus sanders #fanfiction #fanfic #fanficion #fanfic fluff #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides virgil #virgil sanders #joey writes #domestic fluff #Fluffy Fic #fluff

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the-real-anywolf · 4 years

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Destiel Advent Calendar 2019

Title: Egg... Not

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Recipe Fail, Sam Winchester Needs Brain Bleach, Fluff

Summary: After days of researching recipes, Castiel makes the perfect eggnog for Sam and Dean. Unfortunately, it doesn’t turn out as nice as he’d hoped, and Dean doesn’t want to ruin the mood by telling him the truth. Thankfully, Dean saves the day with some quick thinking. Written by: @punk-is-notdead (tfw_cas)

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21664276

Egg... Not

Castiel had spent the last few days researching how to make eggnog, carefully reading every recipe he could find on the internet. He had settled on one by Martha Stewart, who was apparently some kind of domestic goddess. He was certain nothing could possibly go wrong; this would be the perfect surprise.

Separating the eggs was not as easy as it sounded in the instructions, and some egg white accidentally got mixed in with the yolks. Castiel figured it probably wasn’t too big of a problem though, so he carried on mixing the ingredients, and not worrying about a little detail like that.

Adding the milk, cream and alcohol, Castiel wasn’t sure if he was getting the quantities quite right, because they didn’t have cups in the bunker, just mugs. Still, it couldn’t matter that much, could it?

He beat the egg whites as instructed, and while he wouldn’t exactly describe them as stiff peaks, the mixture had changed colour and was thicker. He thought it looked perfect, so he folded it in, added the rest of the cream, then poured it into glasses. He didn’t have time to leave it in the fridge for a whole day as Martha suggested… he wanted to serve it right away, so that was what he was going to do.

Castiel carried the drinks through to the war room, where Sam and Dean were doing research of their own for a case. He could see that Dean’s eyes had glazed over, and he was just pretending to read the huge book on the table in front of him.

“I have a surprise,” Castiel announced, setting the glasses on the table. “I made eggnog.”

“You did?” Dean’s eyes lit up as he reached for one of the drinks. “Thanks, Cas.”

Dean smiled warmly at Castiel - one of those smiles that made Castiel’s stomach do little flips - and Castiel smiled back. Somewhere in the background Sam coughed, and Castiel could see the way Dean’s face coloured at being caught having one of their ‘epic stare contests’, as Sam called them.

“Come on guys, can’t you wait ‘til I’m somewhere else?” Sam gave them one of his bitchfaces, but it faded and turned into a smile when Castiel handed him his glass of eggnog.

“Cheers,” Dean said, lifting the glass in salute before taking a sip.

Castiel took a sip of his, and… it wasn’t very pleasant at all. It was probably the molecules though; this always caused him problems when trying to taste something.

He could see Sam and Dean exchanging glances, and it didn’t look like they were enjoying it either. This was a disaster.

“D-don’t you like it?” he asked, hesitantly.

“No… no, it’s great. Really… great,” Dean said, not entirely convincingly.

Sam nodded his agreement with Dean, and they both took another sip from their drinks.

“Mmmm, delicious,” Dean said, smacking his lips for emphasis. His eyes were watering slightly, and Castiel realised it was because he was overwhelmed by the surprise.

“I’ll go get the rest,” Castiel said happily, as he rushed back to the kitchen to fetch it.

The rest of the eggnog was in a bowl, so he had to be careful carrying it; he didn’t want to risk spilling it on the floor, and losing any of the precious drink. As he neared the war room, he heard the Winchester brothers’ voices and stopped to listen. He quickly wished he hadn’t heard anything, however, as it wasn’t exactly complimentary.

“Yeah, that was nasty,” Dean said. “I don’t think I’ll ever get the taste out of my mouth.”

“Shouldn’t we tell Cas? Lying about it isn’t fair to him.”

“Nooo, are you crazy? We can’t tell him, he’ll-”

Dean stopped talking as Castiel came into the room, shooting Dean a look of disgust.

“Why don’t you want to tell me the truth, Dean? I thought we were past lying to each other.” He slammed the bowl down on the table, and some of the liquid slopped over the side.

“Cas… hey. You’re getting the wrong idea,” Dean said in a pleading voice, and Castiel could feel his anger softening.

“Am I?” He crossed his arms, and waited for Dean to explain. “Please enlighten me.”

Dean got up from the table and walked over to him, giving him what Sam would describe as ‘puppy dog eyes’. “It was really gross, but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings… You tried so hard.”

Dean’s explanation did make sense. Castiel was still annoyed that Dean lied to him, but he was trying to spare his feelings. There was a time when Dean wouldn’t have thought twice about telling him the brutal truth, no matter how painful it was. They had come a long way.

“Do you forgive me, angel?” Dean moved in for a kiss, whispering the pet name before brushing their lips together tenderly.

Castiel melted into the kiss, tasting the eggnog on Dean’s tongue as he swiped it across Castiel’s lips. It really was disgusting; Dean was right.

Dammit.

Castiel broke off the kiss, and looked at Dean sadly. “I’m sorry I ruined the eggnog. I wanted to make it perfect.”

“Nope, don’t apologise,” Dean said. “You know what this means, right?”

“What does it mean?”

“You and me, in the kitchen, making eggnog. And maybe pie. We’re gonna have so much fun.”

This was a very good idea. Why didn’t Castiel think of that in the first place.

“Yeah, why don’t you take this to the kitchen?” Sam interrupted. “Just, please don’t defile the kitchen table. Or the worktops?”

“Oh Sammy, you really shouldn’t give us ideas,” Dean said as he took Castiel’s hand and led him away to the kitchen.

“Guys?” Sam called after them, and Dean chuckled.

“So… table or worktop?” he asked, with a wink.

#Destiel Advent Calendar 2019 #fanfiction #destiel #christmas short fics

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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1. If you found a baby turtle on the side of the road, would you pick it up and keep it? No. 2. Did you and your mum ever have a big fight that caused you to move out? Nooo. 3. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? Yeah, a few times. 4. Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? It’s only 3 in the morning. We’ll see. I have a doctor appointment this morning; though, so it’s not going to start off great. 5. Do you have any plans for the upcoming weekend? Nope.

6. How about you, do you have a bf/gf? No. 7. Could you date someone very attractive, but who thought they were better than everyone else? Absolutely not. I wouldn’t give a shit how attractive they were if they were like that. 8. So do you have a best friend? Yes. 9. What would you do if your best friend kissed the last person you kissed? My mom would never do that. 10. Do you dislike anyone? No one I know. 11. Did you message your best friend today? No. I’ll see her later on, we live together. 12. Do you think you will be in a relationship two months from now? Nope. 13. Do you always feel like you’re making mistakes? Always. 14. How do you feel about your hair right now? I love the color since I just got it done a few weeks ago and it looks healthier since I got it trimmed, but still I hate that I don’t do anything with it besides throw it up in a pony tail. I’ve never been good at styling my hair, it never comes out good. I have long hair, it would be nice to actually do something with it. 15. Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it? Well, I’m sure there’s people with “Stephanie” tattooed on them, but not anyone I know. 16. Who did you last see shirtless? An actor on TV. 17. How would you feel if you got the person you liked? I don’t like anyone in that way. 18. Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months without cheating? Yes. 19. Do you like to make the first move? Noooo. 20. Do you think you will ever be married? No. 21. Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? I’m a big disappointment to myself and everyone else I feel like. 22. Is it possible to be single and happy? Yeah. I mean, I’m single and unhappy, but it’s not because I’m single. 23. Was the first person you talked to today male or female? It’ll be male (my brother). 24. Do you remember who you liked on New Year’s? No one. 25. Are you a morning person or a night person? I’m barely a person. 26. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? I’ve gone 7 years so far and have no desire for it. 27. Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough? I’ve always felt that way. 28. Is there anyone who likes you? Not in the romantic sense. 29. If the last person you kissed saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad? Ha, no. They wouldn’t give a single fuck. 30. Do you understand football? I get there’s touchdowns... that’s about it. ha. 31. What’s the first thing you heard this morning? It’ll be alarm. D: 32. Who last called you beautiful? My hair stylist did after she finished with my hair. 33. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No. 34. How many kids do you want when you get older? Zero. 35. Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/girlfriend every week? Uh, no. I’ve been single for 7 years and haven’t even talked to anyone in that way in 4. 36. Ever been called a jerk/bitch? Yes, playfully. 37. Do you have feelings for anyone? Not romantic ones. 38. If you fell pregnant to the last person you kissed, what would you think? “Fell pregnant.” I’m a virgin and can’t have kids anyway, so. 39. What’s your full name? Stephanie is all you need to know. 40. Are you young or old? I’m old. 41. What’s the gender? I’m a female. 42. How’s your heart been lately? Physically, it’s fine. 43. Why aren’t you in bed? I am. 44. Did you do laundry today? No. 45. What kind of computer do you have? A MacBook Air. 46. Are there always other fish in the sea? So they say. 47. What can your tongue do? I can’t curl it or make a clover or anything. 48. What do you think your mum does when she goes out? My poor mom doesn’t do much outside of work, taking care of my family, especially me, and caring for a family friend. She hardly gets any time for herself. 49. Do chickens have feelings? Yes. 50. Do you think the body is the most beautiful thing that was ever made? We’re made in God’s image. I need to learn to love myself and my body, though, cause I definitely don’t. 51. So how are you feeling today? Blah. 52. Where is your sister right now? I don't have a sister. 53. Name five things you did today? So far just YouTube and surveys. 54. What kind of phone do you have? An iPhone XR. 55. What are you listening to? An ASMR video. 56. What do you smell like? Like me. 57. What colour are your eyes? Brown. 58. Have you ever done a Chinese fire drill? No. 59. Do you know someone named Betsy? No. 60. What colour is your mum’s hair? Black. 61. Do you have a dog? Breed? Name? Yes, a 3 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. <3 62. Do you remember singing any songs as a kid? Yeah. A lot of Barney songs, especially. 63. Are you married? Nopeee. I’m very single. 64. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? Last night. 65. Do you play an instrument? I played some piano back in the day. I regret not keeping up with it, though. I wish I took it more seriously. 66. Do you like fire? I like bonfires or fire in the fireplace. I love that autumn fire smell. However, you’ll never catch me lighting a fire. Not even a candle. I’m a big scardy cat. 67. Are you allergic to anything? Tangerines. 68. Have you ever been to a spa? Nope. 69. Do you miss someone? Always. 70. Views on premarital sex? I’m just waiting to be in a loving committed relationship. Someone I’m very comfortable with. He’ll have to be someone very patient and understanding. 71. What is a noise that you cannot stand? Eating sounds--slurping, smacking, sucking... I CAN’T. 72. Do you know how to do a cartwheel? I can’t do that. 73. What is the most you are willing to spend on a pair of sunglasses? I don’t wear sunglasses as someone who has to wear glasses because I’m basically blind without them. I’ve had the transitional glasses in the past, though. I don’t have them currently cause I didn’t want to pay for that. 74. Does your mum vacuum early in the morning while you’re asleep? No. 75. Do you shower naked? Uh, yeah? 76. Does wearing glasses really make people look smart? It can. Doesn’t make me look smart, though ha. I’m not fooling anyone. 77. Are you ADD or ADHD? No. 78. Do your band-aids have cartoons on them? No, we just have the boring plain ones. 79. Have you ever kissed someone you shouldn’t have? No. 80. In one word, how would you define yourself? Disappointing. 81. Tell me about a dream you had recently? Nah. 82. Who’s the funniest drunk person you know? I haven’t been around drunk people in a long time. 83. How did you feel when you woke up? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but I know I won’t be happy when my alarm goes off. I have a doctor appointment in the morning. :/ 84. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? It’ll be “ughhhhh I don’t want to get up.” 85. Name something great that happened on Friday? I don’t know, it’s Thursday. Ask me tomorrow. 86. When was the last time you saw your father? Last night. 87. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now? No. You know... it’s weird. I heard from Ty out of the blue yesterday for the first time in almost 5 years and it didn’t stir up anything in me like it would have in the past. 88. Have you ever been kissed by a person whose name starts with J? Yes. 89. Do you crack your knuckles? Yeah. 90. What were you doing twenty minutes ago? This. 91. You’re thinking about someone, aren’t you? I am now cause of that question where I talked about Ty. 92. Have you held hands with anyone in the past twenty-four hours? No. 93. What would you do if your partner still kept pictures of their ex? I would have an issue with that. 94. What if your partner went through your cellphone? I don’t want that kind of relationship. Like yeah, we should have nothing to hide, but still there’s just no reason for it. 95. What if your partner was flirting with another girl/boy? I’d most definitely have a problem with that and would say something. 96. Ever liked someone you thought you didn’t stand a chance with? Yes. 97. You want someone/something? I’m already looking forward to lunch. 98. Is there really a difference between Coke and Pepsi? There absolutely is. Coke all the way. 99. Is there any emotion you’re trying to avoid right now? I’m hungry, but it’s 330 in the morning and I’m not going to get anything. I’ll get something later after my doctor appointment. 100. Are there any mistakes with your recent ex you wish you could have changed? It really doesn’t matter anymore. 101. Has anyone ever been with you while you were throwing up? Yeah, my mom many times whenever I was sick. That’s even still to this day as an adult. One of my former friends was with me a few times after getting sick from a littleee bit too much to drink. :X 102. Background on your computer? Alexander Skarsgard. 103. Have you cried recently? Yes. 104. Who has hurt you the most? Myself. 105. Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now? I’m perfectly fine with being single. 106. What language do you want to learn? I want to be fluent in Spanish. I should start practicing again, it’s been yearsss so I’m definitely rusty. 107. Your ex’s car breaks down and they ask you for a lift. Your response? I don’t drive, so I’d be of no help. 108. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? I’d only hit someone out of self-defense.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long one

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castpeve · 5 years

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The Eden Club was a hellhole, but it was better than running away from the police as a deviant. You weren't everyone's first choice, but not unpopular either. The only moment of escape rA9 gave you was when a snobby man rented you a chance to run from the club, along with his android, to find Jericho.

A/N: ok first two chapters probs won't have interactions with the og dbh characters since i dont want the story to be escalating too quickly. first two chaps are just an introduction to the reader and a few minor characters i made up (and maybe sneak a main character in, wink), i hope you guys dont mind !!

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"Purchase confirmed." The tube slid open, "Eden club wishes you a pleasant experience." The man chuckled, throwing the old, ugly trenchcoat at the android. "Y/n...Eh? All yours, Matt. Ye Bastard." She stood there, perplexed, seeing the man walk out of the club, the Android accompanying him tilted his head, signalling that the Traci should follow.

She didn't know what else to do but do what she thought she was supposed to, after all, no one has ever purchased her for a whole night before. Was this safe? Was this allowed? She didn't know, but the man who bought her looked like a minted man, and the WR600 which followed certainly didn't look like the average model. Yes, it had the iconic blond hair and thin face, yet it had bright, grey-ish blue eyes and countless freckles splattered across it's face. It was also suited in grey trousers and what looked like a white long-sleeved button up shirt under a black hoodie, the Traci, or Y/n, still stood there in front of the closing tube. 'Matt' sighed, walking back to Y/n and grabbed the trenchcoat, helping her to wear it. She was inexperienced with putting on clothes more than revealing black undergarments, only knowing how to take them off.

"Hello, I'm Matthew. Err.. Y/n. Please follow me." He gave a half smile, turning his back at her and she followed. The music slowly faded into the distance as they exit the vibrantly coloured club, the cold climate made Y/n thankful she was given the coat. Even if she was designed to not be bothered by the cold...Or heat, or temperature. After all, she was just a plastic toy to be fucked.

Matthew opened the car door, gesturing her to come in. She did so silently, the awkward atmosphere immediately consuming her. The other android followed, and the car started. "Almost thought you two screwed in the club, heh." The old man laughed, despite looking rich he still drove an old sports car, not the self-driving vehicles that became the ordinary. The car blasted music, seemingly from 2018. They all sat in silence as the car drove, away from the bustling streets of Detroit and into...One of the richer sides of the city. "Get out." The man mumbled, Matthew left the front and opened the door for Y/n, who nervously stood up, out of the sports car. They entered the Apartment complex, Y/n trailing behind Matthew's tall figure the whole walk. They arrived at the elevator, which was quite spacious, the walls decorated with mirrors and mellifluous piano music filled the small space. "So," The man started, stuffing his hands into his beige jacket. "Watcha think of it, Matt? Want me to work late so you two could have some private?" Matthew turned his head to the side, his ears showed a faint blue. "Please, mr. Hutton. I never asked for a Traci.." He responded in a small voice. "Overworked cunt, ye know you should take a break. Stop workin' and watchin' over Collie like ye life depended on it, Oliver's there for that." Mr. Hutton's thickly voice sounded extremely like the plummy men Y/n had to endure. She stood awkwardly at the side, maintaining her posture. She was admittedly more attractive than all the other Traci's, but made her a bit overpriced. If lonely men hadn't drunkenly spent their money on sex androids, then maybe they had the slimmest chance of being able to afford her. The elevator briefly stopped, Mr. Hutton stepped out as the two androids followed, Y/n still trailing behind Matthew like a lost puppy.

Y/n's theory of Mr. Hutton being a minted man was correct, the bloke lived in a penthouse. And with his mention of a droid named 'Oliver', showed that Matthew wasn't the only bot he owned. Hutton locked the doors, taking off his jacket and immediately heading towards a room. "I'll be in my office, if anything malfunctions about Y/n, Matt, just tell Oliver to tell me. 'Cuz I don't want to smell Android sex." He chuckled, yawning right after. Matthew pressed his lips together, looking annoyed. "I'm sorry, Y/n. You don't need to do the...Thing. Take this as a break from the usual, ehh...Sexy moments you take nightly?" He simpered, taking off the hoodie, briefly revealing the white button up. Y/n could tell the android was a deviant, she herself was one. "I..I know you feel awkward. You don't usually have any robotic clients, yeah? Just, we can hang out in my own...Shared room with two other androids. All of us are deviants, Mr. Hutton doesn't have the heart to report and we don't have the heart to do anything deviant-y. Two others are busy doing whatever." Y/n still followed the Blond sheepishly, taking in the warm coloured interior contrasting from the bright, neon lights of the club she's always been in.

Matthew's room felt significantly colder than the living room, yet the room still had the same warm aesthetic as the rest of the penthouse, accompanied with three twin beds, night stands seperating each of them. They were treated as if they were humans, which wasn't a typical perk humans give to servant androids. Hutton must be incredibly warm-hearted to spend this much for androids. She mumbled a small "Thank you," almost seemingly like a whisper. He plopped down his bed, she assumed, and turned on the TV, situated in the middle of the room on a small, black wooden table filled with various magazines and such. She realized that Matthew isn't going to make the first move any soon, and her main purpose was to satisfy customers. But she was a deviant, she didn't have to give in the club's greedy orders. "You can go and make yourself at home, for the time being. Until you can go back and settle in the tube thing you live in, oh that must be uncomfortable, isn't it? Oh you probably don't wanna be reminded. Oh, uh..." He trailed off, hiding his face behind his hands, the blue hue returning to his face. Boy wasn't used to being with other androids, female androids.

Y/n stiffled a laugh, "It's ok, sir." The corner of her mouth quirking up, "Certainly we can enjoy the night, though?" His eyes widened, "W-wait are you actually willing to do it?? I...Was I programmed for this..." He stuttered, shifting his glance all around the room. She cracked up, laughter echoing in the secluded room. "No, you little cutie, spend it however you want. Whatever you wanna do.." She sat down next to his bed, making Matthew sit up. If he was a human, he'd be a hot flustered mess. Frankly, she didn't imagine doing it with the boy. Something about him turned her off, not in a bad way, but in a way that she'd rather do something else than ride it all night. They have a night to spend, and that night isn't going to be spent throwing nervous exchanges at eachother. "Maybe get to know eachother? What do you like?" Seems like Y/n has the upper hand.

"Wha— Well," His LED turned yellow, which she hadn't paid much attention to. "I like doing new stuff. It's exciting." He grinned apologetically, being a shy wreck. Y/n scanned through her options, thinking about what to ask the man next. She subtly took off the trenchcoat, despite the cold temperature, it was ugly and reeked. She obviously wasn't given anything else, so all she wore was the iconic black EDEN CLUB undergarments. Despite being an android, programmed to work and not to feel, he acted like such a human. If he would remove the LED, she would be convinced Matthew was a normal human boy. And like a normal human boy, the blood rushed to his face, blue contrasting to his pale, synthetic, freckled skin, "Does this make you uncomfortable, sir?" She asked, tilting her head. Matthew shook his head, "I'm quite fine. Call me Matt, or Matthew, uhhh I-D-K."

Y/n's LED flashed yellow, "I-D-K? What does that mean?" She asked, genuinely. "Err, I don't know."

"What? then why did you use it if you didn't know?" She tilted her head in confusion, the concept of internet slang was foreign to her. "Wait, nooo......" He lightly chuckled, "It means that I don't know an answer to something." The tension lightened up a little, Matthew invited her to sit down next to the bed, offering her something to change into. It actually did make him uncomfortable, but, hey, he wanted to be polite.

"Do you have any shirts, please?" She giggled, "I-D-K, your choice, Matt." He looked back at her with wide eyes, soon a smile was plastered onto his face. "I can't believe I'm teaching another Android slang." He laughed, opening the clean, white closet. Well, one of the three. "I have, ehh, this one blue jacket, I think it would fit you. Frankly, I don't remember buying it but, it's convenient.. I guess." He picked up an indigo, red and white striped jacket that would look to small even for Matthew's rather thin build. She was confused as to why he had that in his closet but nodded, gesturing that she would be alright wearing it. Looked like it fit anyway.

He walked back to her and gently put the clothes on the white sheets, the TV still babbling in the background, about an AX400 running away from their home with a human child, the victim said to have been attacked along the way. Matthew spoke up, "They would probably find their way to Jericho, the two, I mean."

Y/n, who had just finished putting on the jacket, "J....Jericho?" she questioned, Matthew raised his artificial eyebrow. "Yes, Jericho. The place where fugitives, deviants run off to to be 'free'. I've wanted to go there but..." His LED turned yellow, "I...I g-guess I'm already content with my artificial life here.." She didn't know why he hesitated.

"Do you know where Jericho is?" She questioned, squinting at the TV, rambling about androids and Cyberlife and shite.

"Well...I've heard that there are clues. Clues that guide you to Jericho. Very few make it, I never made the risk. I didn't want to leave the safety of Mr. Hutton's home either." He tensed up, "You want to go there, don't you?" he started unbuttoning his long sleeve. "Will that be a bad idea?" She asked again, feeling that she's comfortable enough with Matthew to ask about whatever this Jericho thing is. "Likely."

He threw the shirt onto a nearby basket, leaving him with the grey trousers. Y/n's seen naked men, sometimes women, so this hadn't fazed her. unlike Matthew. He turned around, and mumbled a small "Oh." She gave a lopsided grin, before he turned around and grabbed a random shirt and some shorts along with it, "Excuse me!" He added quickly before dashing into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Which gave her a chance to explore the room for a few moments.

The room was quite luxurious, real Birch wood was used as the floor, mostly being covered by a soft, white mat. one side had Thirium stains which concerned Y/n, but chose to ignore it. One wall was made of mostly glass, showcasing the dim buildings of Detroit; matching white curtains drawn.

The door swung open. "Hews, I'm sad to say that the tomatoes you grew sucked—" Another Android came in, an AP700, Y/n concluded, since she didn't see her come in, she looks like she had just come back from outside. The girls stared silently at eachother, before one of them spoke, breaking the silence; "I am thoroughly disappointed in you, Matthew—fucking—Hutton," She mumbled. Another android came in, sighing. "I told you."

#long #ig #connor x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800 #dbh kara #dbh markus #markus x reader #dbh ralph #dbh gavin #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #dbh x reader #pentagon castpeve #fanfic #fanfiction

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ryouverua · 6 years

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Prelude to Disaster

IT’S TIME TO RESCUE OUR PRINCESS!!!

No actually though I’m 99% sure we’re going to find a body and I’m kinda terrified because I don’t want to lose Kaito or Kokichi, honestly, but everyone else is here so!!!

I was about to make a joke about how strange it would be to see her wielding a giant hammer but then I remembered that as a master cosplayer, she’s probably decently strong if she’s lugging around her own outfit and props. S-Sorry about that jab in the other post, my girl!

I ended up deleting a big chunk of paragraph about my own experiences cosplaying with large props, but the tl;dr of it is she’s probably a lot stronger than I give her credit for, depending on what she’s using! I know I’ve been regularly asked how heavy a few of the things I’ve carried are and had some fun comments tossed my way about being able to lift also applause when I get through doorways lmao so I’m going to just assume anything I can do, she can do 100 x better.

...

SO ENOUGH ABOUT THE HAMMER, SHOW ME YOUR GUNS, TSUMUGI!!!!

Don’t you have plenty of mallets and hammers in your lab though? 8′D And didn’t you say you can use everything in there? Well okay, so then what exactly do you have in mind -

MAKI NO

“Just... back away... slowly, Saihara... Back awaaaaay.....”

She’s gone from very reserved to incredibly excited about the entire affair, goodness!

“You’re not the only one worried about their extroverted boyfriend, Maki! Sharing is caring!″

"We had a wonderfully meaningful conversation and at the end of it all, I felt compelled to give him this strange pink fragment and my underwear. I was also entirely oblivious to the massive death flags he was waving in my face as well as the fact that he was essentially dictating his will to me. What? What’s with those looks, guys?

the canon scenes with kaito has been him attempting to collect shuichi’s friendship fragments and you will not convince me otherwise

cough guarding cough

I guess if they go one at a time they could sneak past the exisals?

“KAITO, HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU BEEN WOOING?”

What would that even be? Kiimota? Kaiibo? Is this a ship with no crew? So many questions -

Oooh....! I’m actually really impressed! K1-b0′s been pretty cold in all of his FTE introductions towards Kokichi this chapter, but the fact that he wanted to give him another chance is pretty good! I feel like the spectrum of ‘willing to give Kokichi another chance’ vs ‘completely done with him’ sort of looks like this?

Kaito | K1-b0 - the most willing, which is sort of hilarious considering the position Kaito’s in. I’ll still stand by the comment I made about Kaito giving him an ‘out’ via that Gonta/breakdown comment, though.

Shuichi | Himiko - Shuichi is definitely not having it with him, but he’s also holding onto a bit of doubt - juuuust a bit. Himiko is similar, though she seems equally afraid as well as upset with him. ... Maybe a little farther to the right than Shuichi.

Tsumugi | Maki - Tsumugi was pretty much losing her mind over how terrifying and cruel Kokichi is and how he wants to see them all suffer and die, and Maki is literally bringing a hunting knife to the hangar and has choked him twice so, uh, positions are pretty obvious there.

“Without... trying to choke him? I... I don’t understand.... it just doesn’t seem possible...”

Aaaaw. I still think it was worth a shot, though! I’m surprised he didn’t shoot off any remarks to rile you up, but I guess he has bigger fish to fry now. 8′D

Hmm, okay. I guess I’ll hold onto that info for now.

Now the question is will the colour matter later, or are we just establishing that it was outside the hangar initially? For that matter, which one is missing? The red one?

Was it deactivated for its arrival?

The music is so intense going down to the hangar - but that name, ‘New Classmates of the Dead’ - not... exactly... ambiguous, huh.

ALRIGHT IT’S TIME TO GO THEN! I’m just going to have Shuichi walk leisurely from the cafeteria down to - oh who am I kidding, I have to make him run with this kind of music playing. 8′D

Definitely important but the games not going to let us linger on it too long so I guess we gotta move on. 8′/

Damn at the rate she’s going she’s going to chuck the bomb, grab Kaito and carry him out like a sack of potatoes over her shoulder!!

I highly doubt we’re going to need those two hours, unless that ends up being the window of time an incident happens in from this point on - t-though I feel like anything that will happen, has happened already. All the bodies that have dropped in this game have happened overnight... 8(

Ggggh they know how to build tension but come on damn it, come ON

i feel like I’m waiting outside a storage shed on an island far, far away from here, with a blood-red circle painted on the shutters...

Is Maki just incredibly wrapped up in the same dread I am or there something else going on??? Of all the people here, she should be raring to go.

Whoa, what?? That... wouldn’t be something like Monokuma’s claws or something, right?

INVESTIGATORS GONNA INVESTIGATE, MAN!

fuck I really don’t want to tbh

do I

.......

do I have to

Tsumugi that is the most hilarious battle cry I have ever heard please don’t change

K1-B0 DAMN YOU FOR SLIPPING THAT IN THERE

AH IT’S CUT OFF

HERE COMES

THE GRAINY FOOTAGE

WHO

IS IT

ONE BY

ONE

BUT

WHO??????

I’M SORRY TSUMUGI I MISSED YOURS I’M TOO NERVOUS

WHAT IS IT WHAT’S IN FRONT OF YOU

too much tension grrrk -

T-they’re frozen - frozen in place - and honestly, what a scene, just framed by the hangar’s shutter, light illuminating their backs, their shadows stretching forward -

NOOO

NO!!!!!!!

NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO! NO! NO! NO NO NO NONONONOOONONOOONONO!!!!!

I..... I thought... I had prepared my heart for this moment....

but

I still

wasn’t..... ready...........

oh fuck they...... there’s nothing left........

Somehow... Shuichi is still standing? How?

Oh, wow. What an angle. Illuminated this time from the screen as Monokuma leers down at the scene, triumphant as if he hadn’t been MIA for days - as the last pillar of support Shuichi had crumbles before his eyes -

and meanwhile, that damn triumphant song plays in the background.

‘Voyage without Passion or Purpose’... well, of course. They may have their purpose back now, but that passion?

That passion lies dead; crushed with Kaito.

#Kaito Momota #Kokichi Ouma #Shuichi Saihara #Himiko Yumeno #Tsumugi Shirogane #Kiibo #Keebo #does this count as a death flag #or has the other shoe finally dropped #stopdeathflaggingkaito2018 #ahahaha.... ha...................... ha.........................#Kokichi Oma #K1-b0 #but......... wait...... if the press only works on -#.... let's save that for later #spoilers #drv3 spoilers #Ryou plays drv3

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Sixth chapter is up! Read it here on ao3, or here on ff.net, or under the cut.

***Shoutout to @croatoanmary who is wonderful and lovely and deserves only nice things <3***

100 Ways to Say I Love You

Summary: In which actions speak louder than words, Sirius and Remus sort of fall in to a relationship, and even though neither of them have said those three all-important words, they both know it anyway.Or: 100 Ways to Say I Love You by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Previous | chapter 6/100 - “Have a good day at work.” | Next

Based on this post by p0ck3tf0x.

Tw for mentions of anxiety.

Smart-casual.

What does that even mean?

Sirius stares himself down in the mirror – his hair has never looked glossier, his eyeliner is absolutely on point, his highlight is making him fucking glow. His outfit on the other hand – he’s not so confident. Which is less than ideal, considering today marks his first day at Queerllustration, where, judging by what he’d seen at his interview, he’ll be surrounded by beautifully-dressed and well put together arty types; he cannot fuck up this look.

(Is it possible that he’s pinning too much meaning on his make-up and clothing, and not enough on the actual this-is-his-first-day-working-at-Queerllustration part of things? Yes, very, but that’s only because if he stops to think about that fact for even a second, then he will actually implode from anxiety – really, fashion is the only thing holding him together at this point).

A small part of him is livid at himself that he’s not thought about this properly before now, but the other part – the half that accepts that he is a born procrastinator, far too used to being able to pull it out of the bag last minute and still get top marks, and will probably put off his own death out of sheer laziness – is lowkey impressed that he’s doing this a whole two hours before he has to leave.

The Sia track in the background changes to something more dance-y, and Sirius absent-mindedly swishes his hips in time to the beat, lets his skirt fan out around his thighs as he surveys his reflection critically. What he needs, he decides, is a second opinion. Ordinarily, James would be delighted to advise, would probably demand a fashion show complete with lighting and music, but alas, he is already at school with Kingsley, organising his breakfast club for the disadvantaged kids of the area. Similarly, Lily’s at morning classes, and then she’ll head straight to work –

Decisions are so goddamn hard. Smart casual is so fucking vague.

He takes a calming breath, though it does fuck-all to actually calm him down, and then angles his phone carefully, before snapping a quick selfie. He drops it in to the group chat with “smart casual” and a string of question marks and thinking emojis. The replies come within ten minutes as he stews, trying to resist the urge to gnaw on his nails in nervousness.

Alice: slaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy [fire emoji]

Wormtail: [Brooklyn Nine-Nine emoji of Captain Raymond Holt saying “hot damn!”]

Prongs: babe

Prongs: you are stunning

Prongs: utter perfection

Prongs: I am high key in love with you

Lils: I second everything J said

Lils: (dat eyeliner tho [okay sign emoji] [100% sign emoji])

Kingsley: yaaasss queen

Marlene: [thumbs up emoji] [crown emoji] [love heart eyes emoji]

Frank: u look great bud

His heart warms at their encouragement, and the ball of anxiousness that’s been swelling in his stomach shrinks ever so slightly. Returning lovehearts to each of them (different colours for each person, obviously, and the sparkly one for James because he’s hella extra), he pauses over Remus’ name, where his message is still marked unread. He knows he’s being daft – he has reassurances from almost all of the people he loves the most in the world, but he needs Remus’ approval on this, because Remus always seems to know exactly what to say. And besides, he knows Remus doesn’t have work this morning, because he’d made Sirius promise to ring if he needs anything.

Does this count? Probably not what Remus had had in mind, honestly – Remus goes for comfort over statement, though he has a unique and incredible ability to look cute in sweatpants and a holey jumper – but his opinion still holds a special place in Sirius’ heart.

Things have almost gone back to normal between them after… whatever it was that twisted, warped and broke last week, and Sirius is fine, he is, and no, Prongs, he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, he’s fine.

The crushing disappointment is an aching lump in his chest, exacerbating the anxiety and the insecurities that always lurk just beneath his ribcage, and he’s cried and cried and cried (and sure, he’s a crier, but even for him, this is A Lot), trying to batter his stupid heart in to getting over the warmth and love and everything that Remus is.

But yeah, he’s fine.

(Shut up, Prongs, he will be fine).

Before he chokes up about it all over again, he jabs at Remus’ number, holding his breath as the dial tone sounds, then waits –

And waits –

And –

Just when he’s convinced himself that Remus isn’t going to answer, and the panic lurches up his throat so fast he thinks he might actually vomit all over his lap –

“Moony – what does smart casual mean?” he says urgently, the second Remus picks up. (It takes a moment to register that the long wait means that Remus was probably sleeping, and the grogginess as he mumbles, “hello?” confirms this).

Guilt floods through him, as he hears Remus moving around – presumably sitting up in bed, rubbing at his eyes, squinting at the clock on his bedside table – and it’s so fucking domestic that his heart aches for it a little. “Give me a second, Pads,” he says, his voice still heavy and thick with sleep.

“Sorry I woke you-“ Sirius begins, unable to stop the guilt from pouring out of his mouth. “I know you’re probably exhausted – I just needed some advice – I – sorry.”

“It’s fine, Pads,” Remus says, and he just knows that Remus is rolling his eyes at him, even though it’s not fine that he disturbed his rest when he’s already so tired, he’s a shitty friend-

“Okay. What was the question again?” Remus asks through a yawn.

He takes a breath to thank whatever deity is controlling his life that Remus is so Good and kind and forgiving. “Smart-casual. What does that mean, I don’t know what to doooo.”

Sirius can hear Remus’ smile, and the line crackles a little as Remus sighs fondly – because his phone is ancient and terrible and barely functions as a phone anymore. “What are you wearing?”

“My black skirt – the one with the pleats that goes all whoosh, you know?”

“Cute,” Remus interjects, and Sirius’ heart does a little swoop.

“Plus my black boots, tights, and my green blousey thing.”

“Double triple cute,” Remus says, “you look great in green.” There’s something about just-woken-up Remus that’s even more wonderful than normal-Remus, and Sirius had no idea that such a thing was possible. This Remus is so openly affectionate, so soft, so warm - so wrong though because-

Sirius wrinkles his nose. “Red’s more my thing.”

Remus makes a noise of agreement. “I guess. You look good in all the colours.”

Sirius heart sings. “All of them?” he asks – too soft, too fond, too obvious.

“All of the colours,” Remus repeats, his words slurring slightly, and Sirius can tell he’s starting to drift back to sleep – he’s probably horizontal once more, his phone balanced precariously on one ear.

And he’s selfish and the worst, but he doesn’t want Remus to hang up yet, even though he knows that Remus needs all the sleep he can get. Because when he’s talking to Remus, he can pretend like the anxiety stirring in his gut is just excitement, like it’s something manageable that isn’t going to chew him up and spit him out before he even sets foot outside.

“I just – is it too much? Should I just go all classic white-boy and do a polo neck and chinos, like??”

Remus makes a little pained noise, and it’s honest-to-God adorable. “Nooo, why would you do that?”

Sirius flops back on to his bed with a sigh, a hand on his chest where it’s sort of hard to breathe if he thinks about work too much. “I – I know I can be A Lot, sometimes maybe Too Much, you know? I want them to like me-“

“No, Padfoot, no no no,” Remus sounds suddenly much more awake, the distress sharpening his tone. “Never. You’re never Too Much, you’re perfect, and if they don’t like you, then-“ he flounders, because it’s early and his brain isn’t quite caught up with his mouth yet. “Please never think that,” he says, “you shouldn’t have to change yourself when yourself is so utterly loveable and brilliant.”

Sirius is slightly horrified to feel the lump in the back of his throat, partly because if he cries now, he’s going to ruin his eyeliner, and partly because he adores this man with everything he has; every single atom in his body is hopelessly devoted to him, and perhaps always will be.

“I guess,” he manages, after a pause, once he’s sure that his voice isn’t going to crack.

Remus lets out an “oomph” and a groan, and Sirius is about to ask what’s wrong – probably in a voice laced with too much concern – when he hears a thrumming purr through the phone. “Is that Winky?” he says instead, unable to stop the childlike grin from spreading across his face.

“Yeah,” Remus chuckles, “she says hello.” The purring gets louder as Remus presumably holds the phone against Winky’s chest, like the completely wonderful dork he is.

Sirius laughs, and the anxiety takes a hit. Not a large one, not enough to do lasting damage, but enough to hold it at bay for now. He loosens his grip around his chest. Breathe.

“Anyway,” Remus continues. “Love, do you want to work in a place where you can’t dress like yourself?”

Sirius closes his eyes, because Remus is right. He’s always right, it floors Sirius every time Remus demonstrates just how well he knows Sirius. “No,” he says quietly.

There’s a moment of quiet, in which they just listen to each other breathe. It’s soft and intimate and perfect, and for a minute, Sirius can forget that he’s starting a new job in less than two hours, that he’s going to have to deal with all these new people and responsibilities, and just be.

“How are you feeling?” Remus murmurs eventually.

Sirius starts to say that he’s fine, then remembers who he’s speaking to, and ends up making a noise like he’s been trampled on.

“That well, huh?” Remus says, and Sirius laughs humourlessly. There’s another pause, then Remus continues equally gently. “You know that I know that you’re gonna fucking smash it. You’re gonna go in there and blow them away with your brilliance and your talent, because that’s what you do. You’re gonna charm the pants off all of them, you’re gonna look unbelievably cute, you’re gonna have the best day ever.”

Sirius screws his eyes shut against the tenderness in his voice. “But, what if-“

“Sirius. You’re gonna make me proud – you’re gonna make all of us so bloody proud, because you’re not capable of doing anything less. You make us proud every day by being you. So, go out there, be yourself, make us proud, we will love you and support you no matter what.”

The lump is back in Sirius’ throat and it’s actually impossible for him to speak around it. He presses his fingers in to his eyes, willing himself not to cry, his heart entirely full with how much Remus means to him, overflowing with love and gratefulness and friendship. It takes him several seconds to breathe through his tears, and his voice is horribly wobbly and crackly when he finally finds it again.

“I couldn’t do this without you, Moony.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. I know you. You’re amazing.”

I love you, he almost replies, then catches himself last minute – because although they say it to each other all the time, although it’s the most honest thing he can think of, it’s too soon after the mess of last week, and right now, it would be too honest, too true, too much. Instead he says, “I – uh I – I should go get ready. I – thank you, Moony. Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Remus says immediately. “My phone will be on loud all day, so if you need anything, then just ring, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be better than okay.”

“Yeah.”

“Have a good day at work, Pads. I’m so, so proud of you.” Remus’ voice is nothing but sincere, kindness in every syllable.

“Thank you, Moons. I – I’ll call you tonight, yeah?”

“Come over, I’m in all evening… you can hang out with Winky, and we can watch Bake Off, and eat cake, and you can tell me all about how brilliant you were.”

Remus’ faith in him is so staggering that Sirius actually feels a little unsteady, even though he’s sitting down. “Okay. Yeah. Okay.”

“Bye, love.”

“Bye, Moony.”

Sirius takes a deep breath – then another – gets to his feet, straightens his skirt, and makes his way out of his room and in to the kitchen. Because fate seems to be on his side this morning, the current song that’s playing transitions in to Rainbow, and Sirius feels his anxiety shrink even more as the familiar chords, coupled with Kesha’s gorgeous voice, wash over him. Instead, his heart swells as he catches sight of the note that James has tacked to the kitchen counter.

Padfoot –

Today is a big day, and you’re going to be amazing. More than amazing. You’re going to shine like the fucking star that you are. I’m so proud of you. Go and make your dreams come true <3

Endless love from your best friend, who is only a phone call away, and can’t wait to hear all about it.

Prongs

The tears threaten to return, and – fuck it, at this point, he’s going to have to redo his make-up anyway – he lets them, because he doesn’t deserve James’ unbounding love and affection. He sends a snap of his watery eyes to James with a string of hearts, and then catches sight of the pot that’s resting in the oven. It’s warm when he pulls it out, and as he lifts the lid, the sweet, milky aroma of kheer hits his nose, and it’s like James has enveloped him in a hug – he loves him, he loves him, he loves him.

Once he’d started spending all of his free time at James’ family home, once James’ parents had come to look on him as their own son, James’ mother would make kheer specially for Sirius whenever he was having a particularly Anxious Day. On the days when the thought of leaving the safety of his bed made his chest tight and painful, on the days when having to get dressed and be a person made him want to curl up in a ball and cry, James’ mother would appear in his room with a steaming bowl of kheer and a chai tea, and she would just sit and listen to him talk about his fears. It was the kind of relationship he’d never had – and never would have – with his own mother, and these quiet mornings are some of his most cherished memories with James’ family.

After they’d moved out, James had taken over the tradition, and there’s always a pot of kheer ready on the mornings before exams, interviews, Bad Days – whenever Sirius needs it to be honest –because James is unfailingly generous and loving, showering his friends with care and support at the drop of a hat. (Sirius has never found the words to express just how grateful he is for James’ friendship – and it’s not for lack of trying).

Unlike the White People version that sits heavy in his stomach like a flavourless weight, this is light, tasty, full of love and kindness and confidence – and it’s the boost Sirius needs to get himself up and ready.

(He’s still anxious. He’s still a Bit of a Mess, and he’s still half-convinced that his new colleagues will think he’s Too Much, and hate him and his quirky queer self on sight. But he has friends who will stand by him, no matter what, who cherish him and care about him and make his heart sing with happiness at the thought of them.

He can do this).

“-And then they introduced me to the rest of the team I’m working with, and Akilah – my supervisor – said they loved my boots! And I got to meet the person who actually created Eclipse, Moony, I nearly died, I met my fucking idol, and xe was amazing. And-“

Sirius is horribly aware that he hasn’t stopped monologuing for approximately fifteen minutes – ever since Remus had made the terrible mistake of saying, “tell me everything,” with that warm, lovely, ridiculously-dimply smile. But he can’t seem to stop the words from overflowing out of his mouth, because his whole body is flooded with good vibes and pleasant memories, and sure, he’s exhausted, but he’s also thrumming with excitement for what the future now holds, and this – this – is why he wanted to go in to Illustration.

Remus doesn’t say much; he nods and laughs and makes the appropriate noises, head tilted to one side. (Sirius can’t believe how soft and cuddly and cosy Remus looks – he’s wearing a thick burgundy sweater that’s unravelling at the sleeves, ratty sweatpants, mustard-yellow fluffy socks, and glasses, and Sirius is dying). If Sirius keeps rattling off nonsense at Remus, he can ignore how Remus’ fingers are clenched around the hot water bottle pressed against his stomach, at how tired and world-weary he looks, at how he rubs at his temples every thirty seconds or so – because Remus had made it very clear when he walked through the door, that this was not a topic of conversation.

Winky hops up in to Sirius’ lap, and he pauses to greet her. She arches up in to his hand with a mewling sound, and he can’t help but coo back at her. Remus snorts, and Sirius pulls a face at him. “What?”

“She’s got you wrapped round her paw,” Remus says fondly.

“Of course she does, look at her, she’s perfect.” Winky purrs and settles down on his thighs. “Aren’t you, yes you are!”

Remus rolls his eyes, but reaches a hand out to scratch behind Winky’s ears. “So, to summarise, your first day was amazing?” he prompts.

“Understatement – it was – overwhelming, but not in a bad way? They actually seemed to like me and my art, and they really seemed excited to work with me, I can’t – I can’t believe it.”

“I can,” Remus says softly. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, you said,” Sirius says, unable to stop the blush creeping up his cheeks, because Remus looks so goddamn sincere and happy for him. There’s a comfortable pause, and then Remus clears his throat.

“So, I know I promised you cake, but, well, that didn’t happen,” he rubs at his left arm – a tell that Sirius knows means he’s embarrassed, and his heart twinges a little, because does he not know that just being here and listening to him is more than enough? – and continues, “But we can order whatever you like, and I have all of the new series of Bake Off recorded.”

“The new series?” Sirius fakes affront. “Moony, you traitor, what would Mary Berry say?”

“Oh come on, you’re just as curious as I am.”

“True.”

They snuggle together on Remus’ shitty, ancient sofa, with a fluffy blanket and Winky and Chinese food, in front of Bake Off, and honestly, Sirius can’t think of a better way to spend the evening of his first day. Eventually, he’ll have to head home, and be cuddled within an inch of his life by James, but right now, he can just exist in this comfortable, safe bubble of happiness and warmth with one of his favourite people in the world.

And it’s perfect.

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The Sound Of Their Heart

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Let’s us show you the look of the centre before we start off :)

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Background of PKKI

On 20th November 2016, our group set off to an orphanage for the ill-fated children named ‘Persatuan Kanak-kanak Istimewa Insan’ as our community visit for this assignment. This home of kindness is located in the outskirt of Kuala Lumpur which took us about 30 minutes drive from Sunway College.

According to the staff in charge at the orphanage, there is a total of 7 staffs who are currently working at the home which consist of 2 men and 5 women. For the time being, the numbers of children being sent here are 52 and it is told that there would be more children coming in the day after we did the visit. All of the children are Malaysian that mostly came from various places in Peninsular such as Penang, Kedah, Perak, and even Kuala Lumpur. Majority of the children have disorder diseases with the age ranging from 5 to 18. Not only that, there are several adults also living at the home who are suffering from the same diseases.

As soon as we reached the home, we handed over all the food and necessary supplies that we brought as donation to the staff. Sue Leng as our group’s event organizer leaded us to greet the children. We had several fun activities together with them such as chicken run, colouring, basketball, paper-folding craft and story time. After the tiresome gaming session, it was then time for lunch. They were served with a warm meal consisting fried rice, chicken nuggets, sausages, muffins and cordial drink. Then, we continued with free time activities with them. Some of us also had talks with them to further understand their behavior and feelings towards their family.

It was glad to see the kids were enjoying colouring the books. :)

Happy face because her “kid” did well. :3

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The pure happiness. :)

Nevertheless, we sponsored them food.

‘The subtitles below are purely fiction and does not

come from anyone from the video’.

Boy on the right: I finished mine, could you share some with me?

Boy on the left: NOOO! It’s so yummy! I don’t want to share it.

Boy on the right: Ok... Fine...

Even each of the fingers i also gonna lick because it’s very tasty.

Understanding their needs

From what we have experienced, we realized that the children are lacking of love from their parents and relatives because of their fortune bestowed upon them. For instance, a little boy immediately approached one of us and held our hand as soon as we arrived the home. He tried communicate with us despite his oral disability. Other than that, only few of the children gotten the opportunity to education which is needed to be addressed by the authorities of the home. In addition, some of the disabled children and also adults are less taken care of their health in terms of hygiene because some of them are vulnerable to other diseases compared to what they are facing at the moment if they are exposed to the exterior of the house and to be playing without a clean surface of the floor. Lastly, they are really in need of food supply, clothes and volunteers to teach them basic things such as writing and reading because not all of the children are illiterate.

The enthusiastic boy who held almost everyone hand. *shy*

The importance of patience, care and love.

Besides that,we learned to be more patience and caring while facing the children and adult especially when they are going through such misfortune. We also found out that they are easy to communicate with and also fun to get along together as we went by the day. It is sad to hear some of the story from the children which they will miss their parents even though their parent have to send them in here and wish someday their parents will bring them back home.

It is surprise that, some of the children will get proper education from the community and also some of the community will come once a week to visit the place and donate the basic need for the children home, which it show the issue that the children and the disorder people is not being ignorance by the society. We enjoy getting along with children and the disorder adults and it is fun to play and understanding each other and also become a friend for them. The facilities of the children home have to improve which the toilet door is broken and lack of fans which the children have to suffer the heat from the hot weather.

We learn about the importance of love and care for them, even though they are disabled or disorder doesn’t mean they don’t deserve the love and care they need in life and the society should emphasise special education for children who are disorder and giving them a chance to learn some skill for future goods. This project giving us the opportunity to spread the love and care they needed, letting them know they are not alone because we are here to help, let them know that they are not ignored by the society.

Everyone deserves equality despite their disability.

Because we care about their happiness over everything. :)

Our Thoughts

Through this assignment, we realised how hard our parents raise us and feel pity towards the orphans. We have learned that we should always listen to our parents and being thankful for their existence in our life. Other than that, we’d never know that we could be so patient to somebody. They called our name all the time, sulked and got jealous when we held other people’s hand. Besides, some of them would fight with each other over a crayon really tested myself to deal with their special attitude and behavior. They tend to seek for our attention and we believe it is because they are lacking of love and care. From that experience, we would say that we as normal people should talk to them sweetly and try our best to get their interests. Lastly, we would like to participate more charity events and we really like to spend time with children as we already learned so much things from this visit. However, there is more things we have to explore and discover about them in order for us to know what is deep inside of their hearts.

He made us realize the importance of patient. :)

( PS: Sue Leng, where is your eyes? :P)

We Never Expect that

We had experienced something out of our expectation.There was a female adult whose age around 30 had a handkerchief wrapped around her neck. She had an unpleasant smell and her saliva keep drooling while talking. Her friends whom also stay in the centre teased her and scolded her to stop approaching them as she smells bad. Besides, it was surprising that some of them ate anything they see. For instance, we were taken aback to see one of them had eaten the crayon we brought for colouring activity and some of them ate their own slippers.

There was also a scene where the orphans eat the dirty foods that dropped on the floor and most of them didn’t know how much they ate those dirty food. Those orphans did not really know how to eat by their own so the staffs had to serve food for them according to a proportionate serving and we found out that some of them must be fed by the staffs because they could not eat by themselves. At first, some of them cried due to starve and Sue Leng scolded the other members for not helping the staffs to serve them food. Out of expectation, the staffs told us that they have to take turn to get their meal because many of them are suffering from diabetes which means they could not simply eat what they want.

The thing that most surprising us is when an old man who aged around 40 uncontrollably cried due to the eye disease he is suffering from. We patted and consoled him and it was weird to calm an elder man. The toilet without door just make me piss off lol :P

Heart winning prizes

On the other hand, we gave out prizes for those who did well in colouring. We were astonished when we saw the colourings of those who won the prizes, they really got the talent to do arts. Their prizes got stolen from other friends and they were frustrated at first but they still willing to share the prize in the end. It relieved us from stress and makes us realised that we should prepare more gifts for each of them.

The stickers are the prize we gave them.

(PS: Please call me “sticker man” :P )

We Hope It could Be Better

There is one thing we dislike about the experience .We found out the truth that they will get punishment by locking them up in a room if they eat candy without permission. The staff and authorities should not act too harsh on them but better to teach them what’s their mistake and should avoid locked them up.

There is lots of thing we learned about them.We as human have to be kind, patient and take action instead of just saying things because action speaks louder than words. During our visit, we saw quite several people bought rice and daily basic needs to the centre and just left after they put it without telling the authorities because they feel there is no need to show off and the willingness to donate without expecting for appreciation or acknowledgement really inspired us to act with altruism.

Central Issues

There are several pressing needs and issues that we found. Based on the interview with one of the female staff, we noticed that not all of those kids have the opportunity to education. Only few of them get the chance to school. It is not because the home is lacking of fund but the home authorities did not emphasize on education for everyone. The staffs should bring in some teachers whose specialised in teaching disabled children and adults like them so they would not face any problem when they totally grown up such as illiterate.

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She was surprised by the function of selfie. awwww :’)

Other than that, they really need a more proper hygienic care because most of them are facing certain disease that easily getting worse when exposed to unhygienic environment. For example, the kids should not be placed on the dirty floor outside of the house. At least, the staff could put a big rubber mat on the floor for the children to sit on or just simply bring them inside the house. These kids and adults do not know anything about cleanliness thus it is the staffs’ responsibility to keep them clean and neat.

They are forced to sit on the dirty floor :/

Apart from that, we should have spent more time whether on public holidays or weekend to pay few more hours to play and talk with the orphans. They don’t know what happen outside the world because they always getting locked in the centre. They don’t have the chance to decide their own freedom. Hence, we have to tell them how beauty the outside world is and there is a lot of wonderful things to explore out there so they will get motivated to learn more, getting knowledge and achieve their dream. Maybe lots of people see their future as a dark tunnel but they are bunch of disabled kids and adults out there managed to achieve their dream because of their perseverance. They faced many obstacles and sadness from being ditched by their own parents and family. Community should play the role of parents by simply spending more time with these kind of special people because they deserve to receive more loves than what we could imagine.

A little love could make their day. So why not we sacrifice little time to spend with them?

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Let’s spread our love to them. <3

Addressing Their Needs

By doing this project, we could address those needs.As we know, these disabled children and adults are left by their parents or family for some reasons. Thus, through this charity visit we were able to create good memories with them such as playing many creative games, making handcrafts and sharing interesting stories that they didn’t know. Other than that, we motivated them to believe in themselves. Even though we could not fulfil all their needs like getting them an education and better medical treatment, at least we managed to spend some time with them and show our love and care to them. From what we saw, they were so grateful that some loving people came to their place and played with them. Despite that, we also sponsored rice, foods and old clothes because we found out they really need those things. The most important thing is, we could show the story about them based on what we had experienced so other people are aware of their existence which could lead the society to be more generous and willing to help those who are in need especially to this home.

Before he share his issue with us.

After sharing his issue and get some solution from us. Love and care is simple yet easy. Therefore,we should spend more time with them.

So,what seem to be the root causes of the issue addressed?

The Act of Ignorance

First and foremost, the ignorance of community and unscrupulous parents who gave birth at young age and choose to dump their child at orphanage home by giving them faked hope that they will visit them again but they lied and never visit them anymore.