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dotster001 · 11 months

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Congratulations on 1.5k followers, you deserve it! I was wondering if for your event I could request a type one matchup for twst. (Sorry if this is a bit long I’m just trying to give as much information I can-) I’d say I’m a pretty calm person in general, but sometimes I tend to be chaotic and a bit impulsive when I get excited. I do have a slight problem with sleeping aka I tend to sleep a lot more than the recommended hours and get sleepy easily. I am an ambivert leaning towards extrovert(somehow) and tend to have to be the one standing up for my friends. I have a wide range of interests but the main ones would probably be sharks/any kind of marine life, dinosaurs, and plants(help I sound like your average 5 year old kid-) I love to drone on about my interests unless the other person will get bored then I just don’t. I’m not as empathetic as others would presume but when it comes for the people I really care about I’m not afraid to go above and beyond for them. I am in band and love musicals and theatre in general, but I also do enjoy playing video games and making comics for fun. I do also like tending to my plants and bake. I don’t really dislike anything, I just find it annoying when people don’t understand that no means no and when people bother me in my sleep(even if they have the best intentions)

I hopes didn’t drone on too long and that you have a wonderful rest of your day/night ^^

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I match you with Azul Ashengrotto.

Is this partially because I saw "marine life" and couldn't think of anything else? Yes. But for real, he loves to hear you go off about your ocean interests, cause sometimes things are different in our world. Plus, he gets to be the coolest person in your eyes when he takes you on a tour of his home, and wows you with his extensive knowledge on marine life of the area. (He also has a couple shark mers who owe him a favor. He can def introduce you if you want to hear about shark's straight from the…uh…the shark's mouth.)

You probably start dating because he tricks you into a contract with a potion to help you stay awake. He 100% had a crush on you, and used it to his advantage. Yeah it's skeezy, but you eventually fall for him back, so all's well. Classic enemies to lovers. But pretty soon, he finds he likes when you sleep longer, because it means your clingy octopus has lots of time to cuddle and cling. (He makes sure the twins know they will not be receiving a paycheck if they ever disturb your sleep. And if you beat them up for waking you up, he'll look the other way)

He likes your ambivert/extravert side. He plans to be a high achieving business man until he can retire, so he'll be doing a lot of networking, a lot of parties, and he'll need people to help him run the business. He hopes he can count on you for some of that, but if you can at least be someone to attend parties with him, he'll be so excited to show you off.

He also likes your not so empathetic side. He likes to see you be snarky or devious. He thinks it's so hot. There was one time you had to fire a terrible worker, and when you were done, he took you into the VIP room to make out. It was the hottest thing he's ever seen.

Literally, all your hobbies make him fall more in love with you. If you bake him something, if you buy him a plant, if you draw him something, if you invite him to game with you, oh my God! The man is weak! His poor heart(s) can't take it! He is puddy in your hands. He'll give you anything in this entire world! You're just too much for him!!!!!

"Say you'll share with me one life, one lifetime,"

Azul looked up from his paperwork, searching for the voice that was able to draw him in far better than any siren could.

"Say the word and I will follow you."

He left his desk, and quickly ran out the door, in the direction of the lounge.

"Share each day with me, each night, each morning."

He found you singing into a microphone, standing in front of one of the tables, which was decorated with candles and a romantic place setting.

"Anywhere you go let me go too."

He came right up to you, and grinned, pretending his eyes weren't littered with tears, just like they were every time you sang him a romantic ballad from your world.

"Love me. That's all I ask of you."

He nodded vigorously, before kissing you deeply. He wanted to imprint every part of this moment into his memory. For so long, he thought no one could love him as much as you.

"Azul, stop snogging, your fucking spaghetti's getting cold!"

He sighed, and glared at Floyd, who had just arrived at the table. He wanted to engrave almost every part of this into his memory.

#twisted wonderland #matchups #1.5k followers #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto

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sol-consort · 2 months

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Greetings Shepard Commander or would it be Pathfinder Ryder?

How are you doing and/or how has this week been going? What ever you feel comfortable sharing?

I've claimed a paracetamol pill as my personal desk pet because I got too attached to throw it out. I pet it on occasion.

It's the end of the day, one hour away from my bedtime and fuck I am so tired and exhausted and sleepy. You really just wake up tired one day as an adult, and stay this way for the rest of your life, huh?

I've written a bit today, working on the salarian hug post and polished the Thane fic a bit more. By "writting" I mean debated for half an hour if I should make it a female salarian since I made the krogan a male to balance things out.

Which led to a looking up info about salarians and finding out their population is 90% males, leading to females having only the most important jobs. Also that Andromeda throws a bowling ball at the delicate champagne glasses tower that is the mass effect word building by making a single salarian woman work in a warehouse.

How their population stay alive, you ask? Their females birth clutches of eggs.

I decided to make it a guy in the end, might make the turian a woman then. Drell def guy bc I don't know what female drell are. Or maybe make it all guys? I want there to be a balance but I don't want to force it when I really wanted to write a guy so ehh.

I try not to talk about my writing process too much, it muddies up the final product. It's like magicians refusing to give up the secrets to their tricks. It's a very messy and clumsy process here back at the writing kitchens and I rather you think the finished piece was definitely well-thought out and made by a sane person.

Anyway so back to my pet pill.

I was cleaning my desk and apparently a pill fell out of a paracetamol sheet that I didn't notice until the next day. It's been open too long so it's contaminated by now and shouldn't be consumed. I was about to throw it away but I stopped and stared.

It's so...adorable?

The endearing oval shape, the lovely white colour. Flawless like a sheet of paper or a white daisy in a field. How much these little pills helped me through headaches. The cute cut in the middle of the pill to help you split it.

I have a vivid memory of the first time I have ever took paracetamol. I was young, around 7 years old and I had this migrane that wouldn't go away thanks to my dad passing me the genes.

My brother who was studying in med school at the time, gave me half a pill. I didn't know how to swallow pills yet, I choked on the first one and spit it out, only by the second time did I manage to get it down with so much water.

Look at me now, so used to meds I easily swallow 3 at a time with a small sip of juice through a straw. Sometimes down them with monster energy.

Anyway, so I took the half pill, which must have been like what? 250mg? If not less, because he might have just given me one quarter of a pill. 20 minutes later I'm fully out, slept through the entire day.

My blood was so pure back then, and resistance low. It was a fond memory, I got many headaches as a kid but I always suffered through them with a brave face and that was the first time I realised something as small as a couple grains of rice can bring so much relief.

I still suffer through the headaches, I try not to depend on pain killers too much since I don't want to build up an immunity and have to move on to stronger ones. I keep a balance yk? But today was unbearable and I gave in.

So that memory flashed through me when I saw that stray pill on the desk. I'll keep it there just to look at it, it feels like a friend.

I've been reading about the medicine and its history. Apparently, it targets different pain receivers than Ibuprofen, so the two of them could be used together for better pain relief. Also,

But it was very different at first and even toxic! It literally choked your body tissue cells by preventing the hemoglobin from binding oxygen and causing cyanosis. It was known as Antifebrin.

So, in 1877, it was officially synthesised as paracetamol, but it was only during 1887 that it was used on humans by Joseph von Mering.

funfact, to prevent your cells from choking out, all your body cells must be at least within 100 micrometers of a blood vessel for their oxygen to be delivered in time.

Funfact. This info is qouted directly from my memory and I'm currently factchecking it to try and find If it's actually accurate but no relevant results so far.

Funfact. Okay, I found this research paper that actually goes in depth about this and supports my funfact.

Also your red blood cells do not require oxygen! The only body cells that don't need oxygen are the same ones delivering it. HA.

Cells are the same size right? So an ant and a human have the same size cells, just different amounts. Correct so far.

So the thing with cancer is, it happens by probability. All of us get cancer multiple times a day and our immune systems take care of it. It's only dangerous when it slips by long enough to become a tumor.

Now, based on the laws of probability, the more cells the higher risk of an error in cell division aka the higher the cancer risk? Right?

Wrong.

For some fucking reason, bigger animals than us with so many more cells, have very very veryyyy low cancer rates when they shouldn't. Take elephants or whales for example. Something in their genes either overcame the cell division error prone OR made their immune system much better at detecting stray cells that refuse to self destruct.

Analysing elephant genomes like TP53 gene showed that elephants developed a suppresser to stop damaged cells from dividing and ending the hydra before it could grow another head. As side effects, it lead to elephants having more cell deaths and low DNA repair mechanisms.

Elcors come to mind. Is the fact they still communicate by phormones rather than sounds related to some bargaining chip they had to cash in order to accommodate for their big sizes? Like we humans, paid a shit tone of gene money and got in gene debt for our brains that took so many years to pay off. That's why only the homosapians are left.

Where did the elcor genomes cash in all the saved up unused evolution points? And how did they exactly evolve to be self aware when most animals with their line of evolution end up as herd animals with survival and procreation as their only goal? Was it a mutation that lucked out or did natural evolution actually saw it benfical for them to develop self awareness in order to survive?

Are elcor just immune to all diseases, maybe? Do they have an especially naturally high success birth rate without the need for surgery or medical intervention? Are their stomach biomes simply superior, and they never get stomaches?

And why do Krogans have tails?

Okay, I'm going off topic.

What was the main topic?

Ah yes me.

Uh.

I really appreciate you btw, and the way you refer to me as "commander Shepard" in these asks.

The first time it happened, I was caught off guard and I loved it so much I didn't want to answer the ask because it meant I won't be able to see it in my inbox anymore. I wanted to keep a copy and frame it just to save my happiness, I was literally this picture.

Fjowjfkwsb

It's just so?????? Validating? Like YES I AM COMMANDWR SHEPAPRD YES THANKS JDQKJD <333

Then it happened a second time and I was oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!♡!!♡♡♡♡♡

It's been a while since you dropped by so It completely left my mind. I opened my asks yesterday and I saw this and AAAAAA i love you so much.

Like for I moment I was like twirling my hair and giggling. Especially the addition of Ryder at the end. dude I am saving this ask. I've been opening my inbox just to look at it and feel happy. Like you noticed that I'm playing andromeda now? Kdjqojdakndos <33

Oh and I've been playing helldivers 2 lately! It's so much better than I expected. I never imagined a day would come where I'd willingly touch a coop fps, nor the day where I don't suck at fps. Dude all i knew before mass effect was far cry 4 and even then I used a bow! Dude I am not built for fps bc honestly mass effect is not the training you think it is. I played with a controller.

And yet...I'm actually good. It's like legit good! I am useful and my aim is good and I've helped people so many times. Plus, I have more to show up for than just aim like attention to details plus support capabilities, so I'm great in teams. At this rate, I might get deep rock galatic and join the public servers without fear of having shit aim while playing with strangers.

It feels...nice. Weird but nice. Almost like I'm invading someone else's community, even in mass effect I feel like I'm an outisder and it shows yk? Something in me just seems off in comparison to the rest of the community...but I want to stay and I want to keep writing for it. I want to keep trying even if no one is there because I genuinely love it. The mass effect universe and I'm starting to love shooter games.

I played moba like league a lot, I have experience with toxic coop so nothing fps games throw at me could compare.

I'm

I will carve myself a place in this fandom if I have to.

For every vent post I share, 10 go to drafts and 50 end up unwritten. There is so much emotions and I care more about reception to my writing than I let on. I read every reblog and post, I notice everything. I compare the numbers always.

I wish I cared less. I wish I cared like you guys cared. You all seem so happy, so unaffected. Do you just not show it, or is this your reality?

Anyway.

I'm better now anon. I was worse before I wrote this, and now I'm much better. Thank you for this chance. I can't repay your kindness, I just hope life gives it back to you in some way soon.

My mom's birthday is soon, I'm preparing for it. I'm a little sad because I bought her handmade knitted flowers, a full bouquet of them in her favourite colour. And she loves knitting but can't anymore. I thought she'd love them but she didn't, my plan was to buy her a bouquet every major celebration until the house is full of them. I don't know how to knit but, it stings less that it's not me who made them at least.

And the page had very cute knitted dolls! I might order one for myself. They make it by hand and sent me pictures of the wool before they made it, their prices is too good too! Like knitting is super hard and time consuming, yet they sell it as the same price as regular flowers? They should charge more for it, I was prepared to pay much more, double their asking price even because I understand the luxury of handmade stuff.

I refunded a steam game recently because fanatical added it in a bundle and it's cheaper there. It's the third game I refunded this week yet steam were very understanding! It's a nice surprise.

I want to write more but I don't have the time or energy. I'm afraid I'll lose my readers attention. I also feel guilty whenever I see my regulars reblogging and liking older posts because it meant they came to my blog looking for updates and found nothing so they reread past stuff instead.

Oh and I wanted to name my ship in helldivers 2 after destiny ascension :( they didn't let me :(

It was either dream of destiny or song of peace so I went with song of peace.

To DELIVER PEACE WITH MY SHOTGUN RIFLE YEEHAW THAT'S TRUE DIPLOMACY BABBYY.

I got stuck under the map once, good times, good times.

It took me 2 hours to write this. Most of the time was spent factchecking the information I claimed above but still.

I'll go sleep, listen to some music. Fkhwkfns look at my title as commander shepard in you ask again and listen to some music while imagining fake scenarios where I am commander Shepard and I WIN!

I hope you sleep well anon! Take care of your.

#☆other

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unboundbnha · 4 years

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hoooo my god. this is for ME

for me. for godzilla. :’)

➤ rules; make headcanons of you and a character of your choice, be it sfw or nsfw.

Thank you so much for tagging me @spicyness! I’m gonna SKAJHDSKJ. HHHHH. This is everything? Fuck I just want a purple boyfriend 😫 this will be about Shinsou because I like him a normal amount :-)

First off, I’m a pain in the ass. My sense of humor is wack (it’s basically just ‘annoy my friends and loved ones’), I’m always fricken TANKING The Mood (because it’s funny and I physically cannot resist making a Funny if the opportunity’s there), everything turns into a game unless you make me stop wink wonk. Shinsou seems like the type to snort in amusement and roll his eyes at my dumb antics, and I appreciate that! If I could make him legit laugh I’d die happy. (I am also emotionally savvy enough to know when to draw the line though, don’t worry. It’s just, man, my idea of fun is ‘LET’S ROAST ‘EM’)

I love cats. I’ll lose my whole mind over them. They NEED head kisses. Shinsou also likes cats. He also needs head kisses. That’s it, that’s the bullet point

Being open and honest and genuine is important to me. I believe most any relationship (friendship or otherwise) can work if you’re willing to communicate and empathize with the other person: I would 100% be willing to hear Shinsou’s shit, and he seems like he’d be a good listener too. I’m also good at logicking things through and he seems like he’d appreciate that. Likewise, he seems like he’d do the same for me, and as long as we stayed humble and weren’t looking to be offended (I don’t Do That -- he’s a Cancer -- love you, Cancers -- so it might take him a minute to get on the same page, but he’s emotionally smort and cares about me so I think he’d be willing to work at it) then we could help each other through emotionally hard stuff with hard truths. Plus, I’m a super honest person: if he was in a relationship with me he’d probably be pretty secure in knowing I wouldn’t hurt him on purpose. If past shit comes up with him, I’ll talk to him. Talking’s the good shit, y’all: utilize patience and empathy and you’ll be so well off!

I also battle, with a big fucking sword, a lot with mental health stuff (LMAOOOO WHO DON’T!!! YEET). I used to struggle with agoraphobia and still deal with anxiety and depression. On top of that, I have something like chronic fatigue -- I’ve been calling it chronic fatigue because I’m fucking tired, all the time. My top energy levels are like a 35% on a fantastic day. I really like the idea of this boye seeing me melting into a puddle, face down on the carpet, and bein like “how’s it going down there? you okay?” and the answer being obviously no, but him just like. Man I dunno. He seems like the kind of person who’s tired, but who can live with it. I can’t! When I’m tired, that’s it babes! I hit a 0% on my battery and I’ll collapse! So I just, hhhh. Don’t laugh, but I like to fantasize about him bundling me up and into bed. Thinkin’ about Birthday Snoot by my good friend @lord-explosion-baku and melting, okay?? OKAY???? I’m soft, the truth’s OUT, FUCK! I want to be taken care of like a sad but pampered cat.

(Please read Birthday Snoot I still cry over it)

Also I’m gross and struggle to shower often enough because it’s exhausting so bein given a gentle bath? oh MAN. Hands softly running through my stupid, terrible hair...asking me about my day and if anything happened that triggered me feeling this bad...just....the tenderness....the gentle affection.....being loved even when I’m at my lowest. Being cared for when I can’t do it myself. That’s a legit fantasy y’all. We out here!

I love to SNOOZE. I love being COZY. You bet your sweet bippy I’m gonna sprawl over a couch and take up the whole thing. Shinsou’d better be willing to snuggle the fuck up. I’ve got great squish which I personally feel like’s great for cuddling: I’m like warm taffy. How better to gently seep into every crevasse of your Favorite Person while enjoying a cozy cuddle?

Listen, everyone fucks hard with Shinsou calling his S/O ‘kitten’, and I agree (def have written leetle -- HOO -- leetle scenarios with that nickname because wow) but I get all wibbly with the idea of He calling me ‘Angel’. A joke at first because, like, guys, I’m really nice. (I know it sounds bad when people say they’re nice and LSDFLKJDF I AM, OKAY. I’ve worked on it. Cultivated the skill of kindness! Being kind isn’t easy, and sometimes you just wanna go apeshit, but I’ve worked hard to improve upon myself! Yeet!) But I also just really fucking love being annoying. I simply cannot resist the urge to sneak up behind someone and poke them in the ribs. I rib-poke while in the deep depths of making out too, I’ve tanked the mood a lot so picture my dumb ass Pink Panther’ing behind Shinsou, prepared to be Evil while he’s, idk, making breakfast or something, and before I can commit a Rib Crime he uses his hero training and fast reflexes and honed senses and all that good stuff to snatch my wrist and ask “what’re you up to, angel?” the answer is nothing, because he’s killed me by being sexy and fast and hero-y, and he’s probably actually killed me by startling me into collapsing like a fainting goat

He gets the deep stuff. Unfortunately for everyone and especially myself, I’m a Thinker with a capital T: it never fucking stops. I had an existential crisis for like three years in a row because of course, but I feel like he knows what it’s like to get lost in your head. Working each other out of panic attacks because holy jesus the universe sure is fucking huge huh? We’re not even a blip on the radar in the history of existence and we’re gonna be dead basically tomorrow aaaand that’s why we’d be good for each other, because I feel like we both have coping mechanisms that keep us from spiraling too bad, and we could share them with each other.

I also so fucking admire his drive, but it makes me angry that stupid fucking hero society would discriminate in the first place.

Oh, yeah, that’s another good point: I’m hella mad about 98% of the time and I work hard to hide it! Because innocent people don’t deserve to get yelled at! I feel like Shinsou’s smart enough to sense when I’m about to pop and he can be like “heyyyyy...you wanna talk this out constructively instead of getting into a public brawl?” and I’ll be like “NO but I’ll do it for you because I love you” and then we get pizza.

Because I’m fine and balanced and stuff, I made a quirk for myself if I was in the BNHA-verse, and basically I can get stronger at the expense of higher thinking skills and will turn into a weapon of mass destruction against whatever I’m pointing at (ugh, that’s so sexy. Fuck I wanna be a big spooky buff as shit monster thing), friend or foe, so Shinsou and I would work well in tandem because if I got too rowdy he could use his quirk and get me to calm down! Keep me from accidentally doing a murder! Nice!

Okay this is nsfw so if you’re under 18 DON’T READ IT. I’LL CALL YOUR PARENTS. GET OFF MY BLOG.

Relating to the point above, QUIRKPLAY. Mind control me into stuff I want to do but am too awkward to ask for, please and THANK you. Also, Shinsou’s a top. Gotta be, and thank god for it because I’m certainly not. I’m not happy about being a fucking bottom, because my first and most powerful personalty trait is ‘be as annoying as possible to the people you like; don’t let them tell you what to do.’ Can’t make it easy on myself, nope. Anyway, I want the appearance of being a top without the responsibility because damn, gotta be like, suave and shit. Gotta plan stuff. I don’t like that! I do that enough in real life and I don’t like it there, either! But whatever. I’m a brat and I feel betrayed by my coochie for it. But Shinsou’s a top and he’d tease me for being Fucking Terrible, and suddenly I wouldn’t be so mad at my coochie. She has her reasons.

I...like Shinsou for a lot of reasons, but a really big one, for sure, is that I feel like he can communicate about the important stuff. He likes to tease, but he knows when to be serious too. I’m really wack about being close and intimate with people and I have, hhh, special requirements to be able to sleep with them, and I feel like he’d both be able to respect AND honor that. Like, run through the rest of the BNHA boys with me here: would Bakugou be able to be completely cool, calm, and collected while still teasing, but knowing where to draw the line? Todoroki’s closer maybe, but he’s not as people-smart (which is also a big thing for me). Confidence (or at least the appearance of it when it’s important), respect, communication, listening and respecting what I ask for even if it seems wack -- Shinsou has that, and god is it attractive.

Also, mind control.

Also, his capture weapon.

Also you know this motherfucker is kinky as shit. Thank the good lord.

Also, sexy-slow makeouts with his long, nimble hands running up my outer thighs to squeeze my waist -- teeth on neck, stolen gasps of breath --

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I feel bad because all of this, fuckin, WALL of text is pretty much ‘this is what purble boy can do for me’ and I don’t say a lot I’d do for him, but if I got someone like him I’d go to the end of the earth for them. I may be a perpetually-sleepy bitch, but one of my best -- and worst -- character traits is my unwavering loyalty. I’ll be 110% down to kick anyone’s ass who insults him: he can fight his own battles, but he shouldn’t have to over some dumbass with a big mouth and a little brain. Making him smile and laugh, oof, be still my beating heart. Words of encouragement when life gets too much. Genuine thanks for his help, whatever it may be. Hugs, because we’re both touch-starved as fuck and he deserves gentleness, dammit. He doesn’t seem like his love language is receiving gifts -- more like quality time and words of affirmation? Maybe physical touch? -- but I’d still get him little things that made me think of him, that could help him in his day to day life or maybe just bring a smile to his face. We could rescue each other at social conventions, have dates to the humane society and play with cats. Support each other through our depression days, prove that even having a brain that’s mean to you sometimes doesn’t make you unlovable. Man, idk. The whole thing’s soft and makes my heart go doki-doki. Hitoshi Shinsou is an extremely good person and god damn I’d want to show him I appreciated him and existing at the same time as him. He deserves love and kindness. He deserves someone to kiss every knuckle of his hand. He deserves hugs in the kitchen and blankets being pulled over his shoulders when he falls asleep at the desk. He deserves only good things, and I’d be honored to give them to him.

HHHHH.

Okay! If you made it to the end of this, congratulations! You don’t actually get anything, but boy oh boy you have a lot of information about ME now! Aren’t you delighted? Heh. So! You tag people for this stuff, and I’m gonna tag @lord-explosion-baku, @bnhascribbles, @perpetual-bed-head, @russianonion, @weebsinstash, and last but certainly not least, @usernamekate94. Tell me about Monoma, Kate. Tell me.

#god this is a mess. anyway #I just! he's a good boy brent!!!! ;_;#self ship meme #author x character #I would feel embarrassed if I possessed the ability to feel embarrassed #I'm weak for one (1) man: so WHAT if he's fictional #I can daydream about giving him the hugs he deserves!!! AND I WILL

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celemstial · 4 years

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i was tagged by @hotelghost ! thank you vv much 💞💞💞💞💞

your name and then what you would have named yourself: rose (i don’t want to share my actual name, which i go by, on my public blog so i’m using one of my nicknames). i like my name, but maybe claire or olivia! 🌱

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): i only know that i’m a cancer sun, so do with that what u will

when did you join tumblr and why?: 2014, aka fifth grade. probably not my best decision but i like where i ended up. i joined because i wanted to look at content about my favorite cartoons :-)

top 5 fandoms: hmmm i don’t know what too many are like but the dead poets society one Gets It yk. oh! and atla

top 5 favorite films: (in no order) the virgin s*icides, the florida project, the vvitch, amélie, and sleepy hollow (1999). but there’s so many more. an entire cornucopia u might say !

go to song when you wanna Feel something: atm probably lucky by charli xcx 💫

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?: christian ! i view it more as a faith than a religion if that makes sense

a song that makes you feel seen: writer in the dark by lorde

if you could have any career: nanny / daycare worker. maybe an actress without fame involved

do you have a type?: “scruffy rat bastard men and tall girls who look like elves or witches” — is what @hotelghost said which rings very true for me too so i’m keeping it >:)

what does your heart/soul yearn for: to love and be loved. to forgive sincerely and always somehow. to care for and be cared for. to live a happy simple complicated silly little life n hopefully make it better for someone. so far it seems i’ve got it down !

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone who doesn’t know you: creative, caring, resilient, lovely, vibrant

favorite subjects in school: english, psychology, and history. but for me it’s the teacher that makes the class good or bad most of the time

where does your soul feel most at home: in the arms of a loved one, in nature, amongst crowds, with the sparkling city lights, just about anywhere

top 5 fictional characters: too many to list babey

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: there’s a whoooole lot but i don’t think anything will ever beat when bojack horseman said “you see, sarah lynn? we’re not doomed. in the grand scheme of things, we’re just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten. so it doesn’t matter what we did in the past, or how we’ll be remembered. the only thing that matters is right now. this moment. this one spectacular moment we are sharing together.” or pretty much anything else they said. the whole show. quote the whole show.

the earth, the sun, the moon or the stars: the stars

favorite kind of weather: sunny day with some clouds in the sky ! not hot but not cool, a little wind

top 3 characters you kin with: (i had to look up the definition of this one ohhh boyyy) jackie burkhart, luna lovegood, and beth march. also my melody bc im a hardcore sanrio luver

favorite medium of art: everything is art ! everything babey ! 💓

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: def ambivert

a favorite literary quote: “i kneel into a dream where i am good and loved. i am good. i am loved. my hands have made some good mistakes. they can always make better ones.” — our bodies & other fine machines

some of your favorite books: little weirds, green gables series, little women, various children’s books

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: i’m not sure ! i’d like to travel the world, but i’ll probably stay in the u.s.

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?: the 70s if there was less bigotry. or maybe the 90s

if you could play any instrument masterfully it would be: piano

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to: i don’t believe in them, but ive always liked the story of persephone !

and lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: i don’t have any on my phone oops

#ty so much for tagging me omg i’ve never been tagged before 🥺💓💓💓#tag

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sicklovesongff · 4 years

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Chapter 4

Jani

The first night at the hotel had been at least busy, he had arranged to have dinner only with David Lee Roth and ended up taking as a gift Jon Bon Jovi and his talented producer.

And what a gift, Bon Jovi was simply the band that inspired him to start singing, even before joining Warrant, he was already covering the band in bars, the first time he saw Jon he looked like an idiot, he was speechless, if it wasn't for his bandmates to help him react, he would be paralyzed until now.

But Jon hadn't been the only gift of the night, Thais Valero, a strong name for a girl with delicate features, after she introduced herself as Lizzy, and said she liked the nickname more than her actual name, Jani decided he liked it too.

The way she seemed to care about nothing, nothing at all, was simply impressive. Lizzy had a lightness when talking about things and had no silly modesty about anything, if she wanted to tell people to go fuck themselves, she would, as she did to David and Jon several times during the dinner.

Jani found himself comparing her to Bobbie Brown, his ex, he noticed that Bobbie was always more pruned, knew the right time to talk and do anything, Lizzy didn't, Lizzy seemed to be moved by emotions, the girl's rationality seemed to be almost zero and Jani found himself liking her even more because of that.

He walked around the room and decided he was not sleepy, so it was better to go out for a breath, but first he thought of stopping by the hotel bar and getting a bottle of whiskey, that would help him to think better.

- Do you guys don’t drink anything else? I think I'm going to have to replenish my stock of Jack Daniel’s. - the bar man said when Jani asked him for a bottle of his favorite whiskey.

-Why? Did anyone else ask for one of these?

-Several people, I mean, more than I can count.

-Oh ok. - Jani said with a smile picking up the bottle. - See you.

-Jani. - the bar man called and he looked at him still smiling.

-Yes?

-Could you sign my copy of Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich?

-Of course. - Jani said smiling, the boy took the CD out of the backpack and held it out to him with a pen. - what's your name?

-Rick.

-Ok Rick. - Jani said when he finished writing. - here it is.

Rick stared at the CD, there it was written: for a nice guy who let me take a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on a night that I really needed to drink a little, thanks for understanding Rick. All the best to you. Jani Lane.

-Thank you, man.

-Rick you just saved my life, but can you do it again?

-Say it.

-Do you know where I can smoke around here? - Jani asked, he was eager to light a cigarette too.

-I would advise the terrace.

Jani just nodded and with a smile went on.

He went straight to the terrace, Rick had said he could smoke there, so that's what he did, as soon as he pushed the access door he already lit a cigarette, was taking his first drag when he realized he wasn't alone.

Shit.

Tommy

The moment he decided to smoke a dope on the hotel terrace without the other guys he found himself walking toward a girl

She was there. Facing the immensity of the city of Los Angeles when he approached her.

Her hair danced against the night wind and the way she seemed focused on doing nothing was making Tommy intrigued, should he come over or go around and go away?

He opted for the second option, held the bottle of whiskey tighter and turned around, but while doing so, he ended up bumping into some cans that should not be there and attracting her attention.

She turned quickly, looking frightened by the noise he had made, also who wouldn't be frightened? Seeing her scared eyes, Tommy felt like a complete idiot, he and his stupid mania of bumping into everything.

-Who’s there? – she asked trying to see him through the dark.

Its was her. The girl Sebastian Bach was arresting sooner. The girl who was always out and about with Jon Bon Jovi. What was her name?

-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. – he said suddenly.

-Tommy Lee? – she asked at the moment he got a little closer.

-Me. Really, I’m sorry, I was leaving, I didn’t want to scare you and…

-Why are you leaving?- She asked. - am I such a bad company?

-No of course not. – he said quickly before she thought it was true. - is that I thought you wanted to be alone, so ...

-No, I don't want to, I just came here because Rick said I could smoke here.

Tommy finally looked at her hand and noticed that there was a cigarette lit there.

-Rick. - Tommy said with a smile. - the bar man.

-Yes himself, nice guy.

-He is.

The two just stared at each other, Tommy thought the way she looked him in the eyes strange. Several people have complained when he did this, Tommy had the habit of looking deep into everyone's eyes while talking, it was something he couldn't control, it was as if doing this he was looking for the person's heart, they’re essence. Nikki used to look away and fight with him when he did this, because, after all, he really had some things to hide.

But that didn't, she looked back at him in exactly the same way and for the first time Tommy felt trapped in someone's eyes, for the first time he was tasting his own poison and finding it fascinating.

-What about you? Did you come to hide here or something?

-I did. From the holtel’s smoke detectors. – Tommy replied finally raising the cigarette in his hands.

The girl smiled, nodding for him to approach, unsure he took a few steps until he finally stood beside her.

-It's so beautiful, don't you think? - she said simply facing the immensity of lights in front of her. - looks like a rug studded with diamonds.

Tommy looked at the lights in front of him, yes it really did.

She suddenly looked tired of looking and sat down, Tommy did the same, sitting next to her.

-Whisky? – he asked.

-I have my on bottle, but thanks.

The way she was smoking, the way she was drinking Jack right from the bottle… That girl, she was a different kind.

-I think I know you. – he started.

He saw her somewhere before that corridor that day. But where? Was she the girl on Def Leppard’s video?

-You do?

-Weren’t you on the new Def Leppard’s video?

-No, that’s not me. That’s Tawny Kitaen.

-Oh…

-But I think I know YOU. – she replied.

-Really?

-Yeah, I saw you on MTV a lot with your band… Whistesnake, right?

Tommy laughed. The way she said that. The revenge on her yes just because he had mistaken her face for another woman’s….

-Fuck, you’re mean. – he said with a big smile. – and I think I love you.

Lizzy

-So you’re used to go out with that asshole. – Tommy started.

-Sebastian you mean?

-Yep.

-Yes, I used to date him.

-Man, that dude looks like a lady.

-Have you ever seen yourself I the mirror?

-Ok, two one. – he said with a childish smile. – you are getting me hard tonight. So, why did it end? Who fucked up whom?

-It was a mutual thing. - somehow Tommy made me want to talk. - nobody cheated, but we couldn't be together, you know? I almost never had a good time with him, it was just fights and more fights and they weren't normal fights, Sebastian is a heated person, I am also so it didn't work out, we were hurting ourselves with words and gestures until one day I decided I didn't want that and I finished.

-He accepted it?

-He tried to throw himself out of the fifth-floor window. - I said as if that was the most normal thing in the world. - it was a mess, police, band, fans a bunch of people going in and out of the hotel, well, I couldn't think straight so I left. From that day on, I didn't see him again, that is, until this afternoon.

-And what did you feel?

I shrugged my shoulders.

-I was happy that he was alive, that's all.

Tommy looked at me and took another sip from the whiskey bottle, I smiled.

-We’re going to get drunk this was.

-Who cares? - He said smiling in my direction.- do you have a bed time?

-No. do you?

-No.

-So let’s get wasted.

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fruitful-blogger · 6 years

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Sleepless in the Castle

Remy can’t sleep, so he’s doing what he does best - getting lost at night and probably causing some trouble.

Set in @em-be-lievable‘s amazing AU, the Dragon Witch AU. Seriously, it’s so good.

PS Remy is mute in this AU, so if text is italicized and in quotes, it’s being signed. Regular quotes is spoken word.

Remy growled as he rolled out of bed, sighing as he realized that sleep was just not coming. He looked to the clock on the wall, it’s enchanted face telling the Monster Witch that it was, indeed, 1 AM.

He stood, wiggling his toes in distaste as they met the cold floor. He frowned at the floor. Virgil, seriously? He thought, knowing his rug had probably been stolen by the Dragon Witch he called a brother… again. He knew his brother wouldn’t give it back, damn his stupid hoard, so he was going to have to pester Patton for another to be sent.

In the mean time, he shuffled over to the closet where the little royal HAD given him something that would be of use now. He slipped on the fuzzy slippers that had been made for him by the little king as an apology for accidentally “kidnapping” Virgil oh so many moons ago. Really, that mistake was one no one regretted. Now, a few years on, his little brother was married and happier then ever, the Great Witches were given the recognition they deserved, and he lived in a fucking castle. He didn’t get lost at night anymore in the forest, leaving Virgil freaking out or something (because the boy was hella nervous about everything). Now he just wandered the castle grounds. Even so, he grabbed his robe – one possibly more extra then the ones Roman owned – and tucked his mirror into his pocket. This was no ordinary mirror, though. It was invented with a combination of Logan’s magic and the Mage Guild’s help. It was complex magic, even for a Witch, that allowed Remy and others to tap a code into the surface and ‘call’ to another. Right now, only a few were spread around the kingdom at the farthest reaches, connected to the castle’s main mirror for emergencies; however, each royal had a personal one, including the brothers of the newest Prince.

Remy opened his bedroom door instead of taking the balcony and going for a flight. He found his way down the hall, the warm lights spread out and casting their glow on him. From his robe, he pulled out one of his spare pairs of sunglasses but just tucked them on his head for now, his slit eyes that glowed purple and gold trailing around the halls, scanning better then any human’s could.

He stopped at the first door closest to his room and pushed it open quietly. Within was much brighter than the hallway and much warmer as a fire raged with all its magical and mundane glory, contained within a grand fireplace. The walls were lined with several… dozen… swords, some as old as the kingdom and others brand new, but all were perfectly balanced and usable in battle. While there was a bed, it was far from the fire, and instead a pile of blankets and cushions were pushed right up to the heat, a small body plopped on top and curled around a sword safely packed in its case. Remy snorted at the little body and couldn’t help himself as he entered.

Pulling out the enchanted mirror, he opened the compact and tapped his own tune into the panel. It ringed in gold as he pointed the mirror surface to face himself, showing the littlest Witch in the background. Remy smirked as he clicked the surface.

He forgot that the gold would flash to illuminate his face, and, even in the already bright room, the little witch groaned.

“Remy? Is that not you?” Dee groaned as Remy smirked. “What the absolute fuck did you not do?”

“Nothing.” Rent signed as he pulled a blanket over the lump with a little magic. “Go back to sleep.”

“Yes, please stay awake all night and roam the halls for all I care.” Dee threw. “Do you want to go back to your room now? Or do you want to leave mine?” The little snake slurred out, still in a sleepy haze.

Remy used one hand to pat the smallest’s hair as he finger spelled, “I’m good.” Once he had both hands back, he finished by saying, “Just gonna get a midnight stroll in, gurl. Go back to sleep. You DEF need your beauty rest.”

Deceit flopped back into his pillow, the universal sign of ‘I’m done talking to you,’ but he did throw Remy the bird as the other witch snickered, baking out of the room. He turned the mirror back to himself, the image displayed on the screen. He’d have to find some paper and magic it onto there. This was too adorable not to keep.

The next bedroom he also found empty, the room cold without its occupant, its heater, present. Unlike the last room, several rugs were meticulously rolled and stacked along the walls, several more overlapping on the floor. Some were of the finest wools and cottons in the most intricate designs, and others were threatening to fall apart from their age if not for magic, kept for their coziness or the memories they related to. Remy figured this room would be empty – Virgil slept better these days, but he almost never slept in his own room unless it was for a nap or someone was with him. More likely than not, he was somewhere in the castle, sleeping with his brothers or with his husbands.

Remy spotted his own rug, and the last one… so he waved his fingers, enchanting a spell as the two were now floating. He directed them to his room, where they unrolled on his floor. Payback, bitch. Remy thought, even though the rugs would probably be gone by the next evening.

Stupid brothers and their stupid hoards.

Remy walked with a thoughtful pace through the halls like he owned the place. A few of the night guards waved at him as he went, and he gave a few waves back. He came down to the main level where he found himself in the kitchens, his home away from home here in the castle.

Sure enough, his favorite person was up and working on a few snacks. The castle always had servants about in case the royalty ever needed anything, and this particular chef made the best coffee. Remy saw that they were focused on rolling dough, so he slid around the corner to be in their view. When they looked up, he greeted with a “Sup, gurl!”

Most people in the castle still didn’t understand his language aside from a few words and letters. Logan, that nerd, had actually gone around and taught everyone a few of his sayings and words, in case of emergencies probably, but it was also great to see a few guards practicing finger spelling when they thought he wasn’t looking. It was amazing.

This person, however, knew more than that. They actually knew a lot of Remy’s language as one of their nieces turned out to be mute, not by a curse but by their birth. Remy hadn’t even thought about it when he created his language, but it was appearing that there were more people who could use it. He’d eventually bit the bullet, for that reason, and sat down to detail his language in a book. He’d carefully drawn all of his words out and written up the meanings, and, with a little magic, managed to make a few copies to go around. Logan had actually hugged the thing he was so excited for new knowledge, and more than once he’d spotted Patton and Roman practicing with one another. A few copies floated out to libraries across the kingdom, including their own, and one landed in the hands of this wonderful person.

The person looked up just to catch the signs and smiled. “Duke Remy, loveky nigh for a stroll?” Steve noted as he stood. Steve was one of the best cooks in the castle, according to Remy. He probably used magic, but Remy hadn’t figured out how yet. “Late night?”

“Uhg, gurl, drop the ‘duke’ deal.” He signed.

“Duchess?”

“Bitch.”

“Now, if I called you ‘your royal highness Bitch Remy,’ the king would give me a lecture on language.” Steve threw as Remy laughed. “So, you want to talk about it or just the usual?”

Sometimes, Remy came down after having nightmares or being held up late at night with his own anxieties. Most of the time, though, it was just insomnia in general.

“Nah, boo, it’s just my disaster of a sleep schedule.” The cook nodded as he set the dough to the side. “Hey, has Virgil come down here yet?”

Steve blinked. “The Witch Prince?” Remy grabbed some flour and threw it at the cook, eliciting a chuckle from the man. “No, I have not seen Virgil since earlier this evening. He came by with the King for Hot Chocolate before bed. If you are concerned, check the other rooms he usually haunts next.”

Before Remy knew it, there was a piping hot cup of his favorite coffee in front of him. Steve did something to infuse cocoa and sugar into the mix, topping it off with a whipped cream. It was to die for.

Remy took a big gulp, ignoring the burn, and sighed in pure pleasure.

“You should really cut back on the caffeine this late.” Steve noted as he also slid a plate of cookies over before going back to the dough. “It’ll keep you up.”

“Who are you, Logan?” The monster witch threw. “I do what I want.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he put the dough on a plate. He turned to Remy as he smirked. “Yes, you make this very clear to everyone.”

Remy smiled brightly. It was one thing to be understood, but his pride in seeing his own language be given back to him was without words (even in his own hand). “Bro, you been practicing?”

“Yes, I have.” The man added before he slipped on mitts to grab the bread plate. “I should bring my niece by some time. She and you would get along like a castle fire.” He paused after slipping the bread into the oven. “But please don’t teach her any swear words.”

Remy chatted with Steve a little longer before he headed out again. It was now 2:30 in the morning, and Remy was now making his way up the Royal’s tower. These were the most heavily guarded rooms, and Remy just nodded to the guards as he went. Nobody stopped him. The one time a new guard had tried to, having not recognized Remy (“Really? How do you not know and treasure this face???”), they’d wound up not being able to stop him anyway and additionally being pranked.

He made it up to the king’s room. While most expected a grand entrance into His Majesty’s quarters, it was actually a simple door with a P on the door, pained as a child would. Remy opened the door quietly.

He looked across the grand room, ignoring the sofa covered in stuffed animals and the parchment pictures that had been framed – some of drawings by children of the kingdom and others Remy had created with his mirror and magic. The huge bed across the room was the size of two kings, but the singular lump to one side was easily picked out.

Remy knew just from looking at it that it was on the small side. Sure enough, he approached to see only one set of glasses on the side table, a sword hidden from most but within view of the trained eye, easily accessible should a fight come suddenly. The little king and the First Prince were curled up around each other, Patton spotting a few stuffed animals about with his night shirt covered in cartoonish puppies sticking out while Roman was decked in red flannel, a golden star etched into the breast pocket.

Two princes, it seemed, were missing.

Remy rolled his eyes as he headed to his next destination. Virgil, like Remy, could very well be anywhere at this point. If not in bed, he did rounds about the castle, making sure everyone was safe and sound, and could be found anywhere in the castle at the end – maybe playing an instrument, maybe napping on a high shelf. For now, though, the nerdiest of princes was always in once place.

The library was darkened sans for a light at the end, and Remy strode towards it to find his target. Logan had his head tucked in his arms, wearing yesterday’s clothes as his glasses were askew. Several books and parchment were scattered around him, and a well of ink threatened to tip over the edge of the desk with one wrong move.

The dragon witch cast a spell, one that didn’t even need words, as the mage snorted something in his sleep, causing the ink well to fall. Instead of crashing into the floor, the tiny object caught itself and gently floated down, not a drop spilled nor glass shattered. Remy scooped it up and properly capped it before looking at Logan.

The mage was dead to the world. Remy had no trouble scooping up the smaller man much like a small child. Logan shifted, muttering something about ‘string theory’ and ‘crofters’ before he settled into the embrace.

Remy blew out the candles and walked back to the royal quarters with his hostage. Along the way, though, he found another wanderer.

“Oh, same hat?” Remy looked over and smirked as a rumpled Virgil shuffled towards him.

“Same hat.” Remy spelled, keeping one hand on Logan. “Found the boo!” Remy smirked as Virgil reddened. “You looking for him to have a little fun?”

“I swear if you weren’t holding my husband, I’d strangle you.” Virgil threatened.

Remy snorted, giving a little wave that roughly meant ‘yeah, yeah, whatever you say.’ Virgil followed, but he muttered a spell as he went. Sure enough, when they arrived at the door, Logan’s clothes were now gone and replaced with sleepwear, his glasses in Virgil’s hands. The Mage Prince grumbled but curled under the covers himself. Virgil set the glasses to the side as Remy turned back to him.

“You should hop in and get some Zs. Those circles are starting to show again.” Remy noted as Virgil yawned.

“Yeah.” Virgil muttered before he looked to Remy. He looked between the bed with his husbands and his brother before he turned to the door. “Come on, bro.”

Remy was confused for a sec before he rolled his eyes. He followed his brother like a puppy, chatting about nothing until they got back to Remy’s room. Virgil glanced at the rugs on the floor before looking at Remy, a mix of guilt and annoyance at seeing them, but Remy rolled his eyes as jumped back onto the bed.

Virgil climbed in and swiftly fells asleep. It was now 5 AM.

Remy felt the drowsiness set in just as his door opened once more. A little snake trailed in and shuffled under the covers, ducking under Virgil’s wings as the small appendages curled around the smallest body. Remy felt the last of his insomnia leak away.

It was 5:12 AM. Remy the Monster Witch, the Duke of Hazard, Brother to Prince Virgil and fellow Duke of Hazard Dee the Basilisk Witch, was asleep.

I hope you enjoyed! Also, yes, I assume that Patton gives the bros some royal title like Duke or whatever and Virgil called them the “Dukes of Hazard” and it sticks. Virgil meant it as an insult, guys, it’s not supposed to be a badge of honor! (Remy and Dee state the differ)

#Sanders Sides #Remy Sanders #Sleep Sanders #Deceit Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Roman Sanders #Patton Sanders #Logan Sanders #The Dragon Witch AU

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kuramirocket · 5 years

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Answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by @psychopili19 Thanks for the tag!! These are always fun to do! :)

Nicknames: D, Little Bitch (my sister literally calls me this. Term of affection, lol). We-We (I have no idea. My family. I don't even know how you would spell what they sometimes use to call me, but that's how it sounds.. lol).

Zodiac: Leo

Height: No idea. I'm small for my age.

Last movie I saw: Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween

Last thing I googled: define conciliate (I didn't know what the word meant. Never even heard it before, I think) lol

Favorite musician: I don't know, tbh. Never actually thought about.

Song stuck in my head: Fallen Angel - Molly Svrcina

Other blogs: I don't have other blogs.

Do I get asks? Not really. But you guys can send me asks if u want.

Following: 629

Amount of sleep: About 7-10 hours. (Though I always feel sleepy, urgh. Prob cause I sleep so late, despite these hours of sleep later)

Lucky number: Don't have one. Though my favorite number is 7.

What I’m wearing now? A black shirt with a purple rose showing its petals; as if its petals were laid flat on a flat surface, if that makes any sense. Lol. It also has some green leaves. With purple words at the top of the flower saying "Pierce the" and at the bottom, "Veil". I also have blue sweatpants on (so warm and perfect for the cold).

Dream job: I know I do want to work in a psychological field, but realistically a dream job, idk. I just want to earn lots of money, be financially secure and stable, and help people with my job.

Dream trip: I want to travel the world, but the place I want to go more than anything right now is Mexico. Specifically this town called Santa Maria Tavehua in Oaxaca and Atlixco in Puebla. I want to see these places in Mexico with my very own eyes because this is where my parents were born. I want to get to know their birthplaces and learn as much as I can about my culture and people.

Another spot in Mexico I want to visit is Teotihuacan in the City of Mexico. I would absolutley love to see the ancient temples there and see all of its ancient history, and of course, learn more about it.

Favorite foods: Not sure, but probably Enfrijoladas.

Play any instruments: No. I would really like to learn to play the piano, electric guitar, and drums.

Language: I can speak English and Spanish. I understand a few words in Italian. And a few words in Japansese cause anime lol.

I would most be interested in learning how to actually speak the full Italian and Japanese language though. Also Latin. Maybe Armenian, German and Russian too, as I think they could be useful to know.

Favorite songs: Control - Halsey (def this one, as for others. Not sure, there are so many songs to choose from!)

Random facts: I am very interested in studying the occult and all other elements like it such as real magick, alchemy, etc. I have actually started reading a book on the topic. However, I am also a studying student with Jehovah's Witnesses. So, I def have feelings of what would probably be called religious guilt and fear. It's no surprise this religion says to like shun all things with the occult, magic, and the like, but I have always been into the paranormal since I was a little girl (long story).

And well, basically all that stuff is 'the enemy's' tricks, right. I do believe that. Yet I'm attracted to it. It's not like I'll actually practice it, oh so, tempting as it may be. I want to read books to learn more about it and study it from like an academic perspective, u could say. Part of me is scared cause again religion and the whole 'You could open doors' and 'attract demons'. But, idk. I have many thought a and feeligs about this.

Honestly, I just needed to rant a little.

Okay, this is too long. Moving on.

Describe yourself as a aesthetic thing: A bookshelf, rather a long range of bookshelves that fill the room (like a library) that cover the floor to the cieling, full of books on a great variety of topics and genres. A garden full of beautiful flowers that are actually deadly. The scales of a dragon or serpent. (That's all I can think of right now).

I won't tag anyone, but feel free to do this!

#tag meme #personal

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taegijae-blog · 7 years

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BREAKFAST DELIVERY 12

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 3k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number. but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

| part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

"Youngjae..." Jaebum had carried the freezing and shocked Youngjae over to a sunny spot behind the gym, a place where teachers usually never visit. Youngjae's eyes seemed sleepy as he shivered, Jaebum locking his arms around his body to preserve warmth. Both of their backpacks were also there. After Jaebum had burst out of classroom without saying anything to his teacher, he had found Youngjae's backpack thrown in the hallway. Carrying both of them, he’d run straight to the pool. That was his story up to the point where he found Youngjae being pulled dangerously close to the diving pool, and where his anger rose up to impossible levels. At least he was okay now. "Hyung..." Youngjae called out softly, coughing a few times. "You were the one who saved me, weren't you...?" Jaebum nodded. He brought Youngjae closer, leaning against one of the warehouses for sports equipment. "Yeah." Something made Jaebum's eyes blink, glistening ever so brightly. It was Youngjae's smiling face, staring up at the elder. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Shocked frozen for a second, Jaebum eventually returned a smile for the other in his arms. "No problem, Youngjae." He leaned down to nuzzle his face into the other's neck, breathing softly. "I'm sorry for yelling at you and slapping you. I really am," Youngjae said out of nowhere, sighing as he exclaimed so. He shifted his body so that he'd be even closer to Jaebum, feeling the comforting warmth of him. "I was just so... confused. I was scared at myself for being so mad that I guess I...tried to avoid you for a bit." "Mhm," Jaebum murmured, sighing into the soft and slightly wet skin. "I understand. I knew I should've told you earlier, but I was too dense to realize what it was doing to you." "It's okay." Youngjae was staring blankly at the scenery in front of them: cement, tall wire fences, and a few trees. "It really is alright. I've come to realize that I love the person called Def Soul' and that you are Def Soul. and how, by that logic, I love you." Youngjae peered up in order to look at Jaebum. "Jaebummie-hyung. It's always been you, hasn't it?" Although Jaebum was speechless for a second or two, he started to laugh softly. He loved this kid called Choi Youngjae. "I guess so." Jaebum reached over for his backpack and unzipped it, taking out something. "What's that?" Jaebum grinned to himself as he took out the small bag of homemade cookies. He opened it, taking one of the treats out and holding it between two fingers. "Have you eaten breakfast? Did you bring a lunch? If not..." Jaebum said in a singsong tone, pouting his lips in a rather cute way. "...Think about me, and then... eat." He stuffed the cookie into Youngjae's mouth. Chewing on it, the other giggled softly. "Thanks," he said as crumbs fell from his lips. "Hey," he whistled quietly. "Did you know that I used to be called fat constantly by these girls?" Jaebum's happy expression immediately dropped to a frown. "What? Who?" "I don't know." For some reason, the smile on Youngjae's face never faded away. "They just did for fun, I guess. They would come up to me during lunch especially and just whisper 'hey fatso.' So I thought about it a lot and decided that maybe I am fat. I didn't like how they would pick on me so I looked up how to lose weight. My naïve self ended up believing that skipping lunch and breakfast would be the best way to lose weight." Youngjae's chest rose high up and back down, which was something Jaebum's arms felt. "I was pretty unhappy and hungry, but I still kept doing it. My friends nagged me to eat. I wouldn't listen to them, though. So this is the strange part, right? Every piece of food you gave me, I would eat it happily and completely forget about starving myself. I totally forgot about trying to lose weight and whatnot. Which is weird, isn't it? Because I had no idea who you were, but you were still able to persuade me." "You literally cured this bad side of me, I think. You really are an amazing person, hyung," Youngjae finished with a big, wide smile and pat Jaebum, who was on the verge of tears, on the arm. "God... Youngjae...I'm so in love with you," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Are you still cold?" "Nope," Youngjae replied cheerfully, taking the piece of clothing from his torso and handing it back to the other. He went over to where his backpack was and hung it over his shoulder, throwing the other bag to Jaebum. "Do you want to go back to class?" "Not one bit," Jaebum laughed as he said so, also standing on his feet and carrying his backpack. He stood beside Youngjae, crossing his arms. "You should get a new change of clothes or you'll catch a cold." "Hm... yeah..." Peering down at his wet shirt and fanning it, he pursed his lips. "I don't have spare clothes, though." "You do at home." Youngjae grinned. He took ahold of Jaebum's hand, weaving their fingers together. "Come with me." "To ditch school?" "Yeah." The two started taking the back route of the school, planning to leave through the back gates. The gates were locked, they found, but Jaebum was able to help Youngjae jump over them. In Youngjae's free hand was the bag of cookies he received. He had all intentions to finish them once he was back at warm home. Before they took any more steps, Youngjae gave a gentle kiss to Jaebum's lips. He was unbelievably happy; it was like the times he yelled at him and cried because of him had never even happened. After all, those things only happened because of Youngjae's confused, naïve heart. Without the worry of being fat or not clouding his vision, he could clearly see that Jaebum was someone he loved. The only person who even when he was down; someone who would take care of him like he was born to do so. It was always the person he knew as Im Jaebum. Def Soul' was just Jaebum with a pair of sunglasses as a mask. That anonymous food donator and note writer was Jaebum too. He had all sorts of identities that Youngjae misunderstood, but he knew now that they all made up to be the same genuinely kind, benevolent person. "Let's go."

During his first period class, Jaebum's eyes wouldn't look away from his backpack that held a bag of homemade cookies. Would Youngjae still be willing to accept his food? Even after knowing who was behind all of it? He did know that Youngjae continued to not bring himself a lunch to school. Occasionally, he'd something light like a bag of chips (the kind that is 80% air) but that was basically it. He really thought it was amazing how Youngjae was able to control his hunger like that, especially in a cafeteria where a hundred or so students were eating happily. Jaebum felt frustrated at how little he knew about the junior. There were so many things he wanted to know so that he could take better care of Youngjae. What's his favorite food? Drink? What's his ideal type? He slammed his head onto his desk. This wasn't the first time he'd done so, and the teacher didn't bother to look back that time. "I've told you this before, Mr. Im, but please don't break your desk while venting your frustrations." Jaebum played around with his eraser, feeling bored. He was thinking about texting Youngjae before realizing that he had a low chance of getting a reply. what are you doing right now, youngjae? in class? of course you are. right. i want to talk to you. 🍽 Youngjae left his classroom early because of a stomachache. He kept thinking about how odd it was for him to even have a stomachache in general when he'd been doing his best to eat as less as possible. The only thing he’d eaten that morning was a slice of bread accompanied by a cup of water. All he knew was that the stomachache was painful. He couldn't walk very many steps before needing to clutch his belly, crouching over slightly. On one arm was his backpack, hanging by its straps. He’d tried mounting it on his shoulders but it quickly fell, since it actually made his stomach feel even worse. His brows were wrinkled as he stumbled down the hallway, searching for the infirmary. "What's this?" Youngjae's face was drained of its color when he realized that voice was familiar. He remembered it clearly: the voice that had spat at him while he was kicked by its owner. His head hung low as he pretended to not hear, making sure his face wouldn't be shown to the guy. Unfortunately for him, that just made things worse because he couldn't see properly and bumped straight into the voice. Goosebumps spread across his arms when he heard the displeased growl coming from the taller person. "Are you blind? Watch where you're fucking going!" Although Youngjae was scared, he was sure to keep his head down to cover his face. His stomach crippled him with pain but he had to deal with it, just for a bit longer. A horrible sense of doom overwhelmed him, though, when the other grabbed his collar and pulled him up. "That's hilarious. You're that little wimp I beat up before. Looks like you haven't learned your lesson at all, have you?" he scoffed, now grabbing Youngjae's chocolatey hair and tugging him to somewhere. "S-stop, please," Youngjae pleaded. Those were meaningless attempts as the guy only tugged on his hair harder, making him whine in pain. As if his stomachache wasn't enough, now he was dealing with this. In the process, he was forced to drop his backpack and it was left alone in the hallway. He was in far too much pain to even struggle and fight against him. Just as he was about to scream for help, the guy noticed and covered his mouth tightly with his hand. Youngjae really was frightened. His shaking hand reached into his pockets. Thankfully, his phone was in there. Youngjae double checked to see that the guy wasn't looking and, with his quivering fingers, he opened his text messages. He was afraid that his phone would be slapped away when noticed so he opened the first chat. jaybee [c.youngjae]: hyunh [c.youngjae]: hyungg [c.youngjae]: pleesas;; [c.youngjae]: heelp nme theres a; guyy [c.youngjae]: hes dragfing me to somewhere an I cant get away from him [c.youngjae]: help me [c.youngjae]: imm so scared

[jaybee]: tell me exactly where the fuck he's taking you [c.youngjae]: i,,i don't know [c.youngjae]: its,its outdoors [c.youngjae]: tthe field [c.youngjae]: pool [jaybee]: i'm heading there right now [jaybee]: youngjae fight back no matter what he does [jaybee]: youngjae [jaybee]: youngjae?? [jaybee]: i'm running [jaybee]: i'm on my way [jaybee]: oh my god [jaybee]: please be okay By that time, Youngjae had hidden his phone. The guy had dragged him all the way to the outdoor field and was approaching the swimming pool, where no teachers or students lingered at the time. The other grabbed him with both hands and flung him over the little fence surrounding the pool. Youngjae landed on the cement, a few scratches on his arm starting to bleed. He was holding back everything to not bawl in fear. The guy hopped over the fence, staring down at him in anger. "No one ever bumps into me twice. This'll help you learn, faggot," he spat, now pulling the collapsed Youngjae by the hood of his jacket. He was partially choking while being dragged across the cement against his will. The minuscule amount of oxygen he could breathe in wasn't the biggest problem he had at the moment. He could tell that he was being dragged over to the diving pool, measuring staggering meters deep. Youngjae's body locked up and was essentially frozen in fear. He couldn't swim. "Come on, cunt. swim for me." Youngjae was brought so close to the edge of the pool that his shoe grazed against some water. He couldn't do anything except make gasping noises and have his heart beat at unnatural rates. Was this the day he'd die? The metal fence made sudden rattling noises as footsteps stomped furiously to where the two were on the pool deck. Youngjae's eyes were squinting due to difficulty breathing, but he could sort of make out who the person was. "Hyu... ng..." he whispered, his voice raspy. Jaebum ran up to the guy dragging Youngjae and punched him without saying anything. "Get your fucking hands off of him or I'll beat the shit out of you!" he yelled in absolute fury. The other was equally angered and snarled, but only got another punch to his chest. He fell onto the ground in pain, but not before pushing Youngjae into the pool. Jaebum's heart stopped beating when watching him sink deeper into the water. "Youngjae!" he shouted, diving in after the boy, who was silently sinking deeper motionlessly. Jaebum grabbed Youngjae's shirt and pulled him towards him, wrapping an arm around him securely. He swam towards the ladder as quickly as he could, madly calling the other’s name. "Youngjae, Youngjae, Youngjae, oh my god..." Jaebum muttered shakily as he finally pulled him out of the water, still holding him tightly in his arms. Youngjae was unresponsive, his head drooping down with every attempt Jaebum made to wake him up. Jaebum's eyes were suddenly filled with even more rage than ever. he looked around to see where the guy who did this was. By that time, that guy already ran away, knowing that he'd get in major trouble. He'll never forgive that piece of shit for as long as he lives. The coughing sounds coming from Jaebum's arms caused him to quickly peer down. Thank God Youngjae was awake. He coughed up some water, suddenly beginning to shiver. "H-hyung..." he murmured weakly, barely peeking his eyes open. Jaebum's grip only tightened, concerned when feeling exactly how much the other was shivering. "Cold...cold..." "It'll be okay, Youngjae, you're going to okay," Jaebum reassured in a panicked voice as he took off his own hoodie and wrapped it around Youngjae's body. It was true that his skin felt almost ice cold, and that scared the elder. His eyes weakly opened, squinting at the one staring down at him. "Hyung...?" "Y-yeah. It's me, Jaebum." Youngjae wrapped his arms around the other's broader torso and stuffed his face into his chest. he was sobbing silently, his legs curling up unconfidently as he did so. Jaebum embraced him as though that the last time he would ever touch Youngjae, rubbing his back. "Iwas so scared...I can't swim...deep water..." "I get it, Youngjae, you don't have to say anything." Jaebum cooed as soothingly as he could, although that was difficult because he was freaking out too. Youngjae's shoulders quivered as he sniffed. "I'm so glad that you're here... Jaebum-hyung..."

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damn seriously whos doin this fam. like im enjoying myself but im not sure yall even care at this point lmaooooo

1. have you ever been in love?

i’d like to think yes. if im wrong ive got a HUGE storm coming. pretty sure im in love atm who knows tbh.

2. what are your favourite colours and why?

a sort of lilac shade of purple. idk. 2 reasons i guess. i remember in a video i saw purple is the best color to stand out in terms of cartoons and clothing so thats how they get some villains to stand out so im like heck yeah attention ! lololol that and the color itself just seems “soft” idk

3. who was the last person you held hands with?

UHHHHHHH CK.

4. what is your zodiac sign?

Taurus stubbornly proud.

5. how many times have you read your favourite book?

6 times.

6. what are your favourite films?

how to train your dragon. treasure planet. high school musical series. hercules. pacific rim.big hero 6

7. what kind of weather do you like?

rain. lots of it. or just sunny or slightly cloudy with ALOT of wind. i love wind. it makes me sleepy.

8. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sun sets. crazy mindsets and shenanigans happen once the sun sets. but sunrises are good for waking up to while cuddling.

9. what kind of weather represents who you are as a person?

a flood. literal flood warnings. overbearing, extra, clings to the area long after its done. damages everything a little bit. everything is dirty afterwards and everyone is highly annoyed. some idiot decided to swim

10. what’s your favourite animal?

avians. most birds really. i just REALLY want to fly without the aid of a huge plane or something. like squirrel suits or jetpacks

11. what is your favourite song right now?

Lie to me George Nozuka

12. what is your favourite song of all time?

uhm no. I actually don’t show everyone this song because its special to me so i only show it to people who are either close friends or lovers.

13. do you like sunny days or rainy days better?

rainy days. most def.

14. have you ever been heartbroken?

yeah.

15. what does the perfect kiss feel like?

it feels like every other kiss from every other person doesn’t compare. the lips feel like theyre in the right place. times seems to stop. nothing around seems to matter. past present and future intertwine and creates a phenomenon around you two and suddenly you aren’t aware of anything but the feel of their lips, how warm they are and how fast your heart is beating.

16. what is your favourite poem?

i don’t have a specific poem in mind but i loved a bunch of poems from lang leav’s love and misadventure

17. who are you most inspired by?

a multitude of people. depends on what youre asking about. say if its volleyball im most inspired by the manga characters from haikyuu most notably hinata shoyo because he loves to fly. if its in terms of how physically fit i am it would most likely be chris pratt. its different things and people depending on what youre asking

18. are you spiritual?

pfft i’d like to think no. but its a pretty general term so i could be who knows.

19. what is your favourite plant?

anything that eats spiders, mosquitos and any other venomous creepy crawlies or just any bugs.

20. what is your favourite feeling?

freedom. rushes of adrenaline. or just love. passion burning in the form of love.

21. what is your favourite word?

juxtaposition

22. are you an artist?

nope. i would like to be but i lack the discipline and patience for it.

23. what is your favourite flower?

lavender or lilac? idk

24. are you happy?

im not SAD. but im not happy either. im not neither im more of a constant sad and happy. at the same time

25. what are you thinking about right now?

should i confront this person or not on the day of birthday and assuming i get a negative result shall i drink my memories away? most likely.

26. what emotion do you feel most often?

annoyance and frustration

27. what is your favourite season?

winter.

28. are you in a relationship?

nope.

29. are you an introvert or extrovert?

ive been told im extroverted so ill go with that

30. do you prefer the moon or the stars?

stars.

31. what is your favourite scent?

her. she smells like happiness, the adventures shes been on, the smell of comfort. i just REALLY like it when someone im interested also smells delightful. it like amplifies everything.

32. where do you feel most at home?

st clements park i ‘spose. maybe my computer chair. in the rays of sun in an open field?

33. what scares you the most?

death.

34. do you believe in soulmates?

yes.

35. what is your favourite thing about yourself?

my singing? i guess? i use it the most and i enjoy it when i get to sing. or say dumb things with impressions of famous characters or actors/accents

36. what is the nicest compliment you’ve received?

“nice outfit”

37. who is your favourite music artist?

ahhhhhhhh its a 3 way between Hedley, Goo Goo Dolls, and Aj rafael

38. what was your first kiss like?

awkward, literally not a full kiss just a peck.

39. are you a sensitive person?

apparently so. i’ve been described as emotional and passionate so i suppose.

40. when was the last time you cried?

couple of weeks ago?

41. do you believe that love can last forever?

not forever. forever seems like a label or chain if i die i don’t want to tie down my partner. if they fall even harder for someone in the next life i think i would be wise to let them be happy.

42. what do you think happens to us when we die?

this is a bit morbid but i personally think we becomes ghosts but we can’t leave our body. when we pass we’re still conscious and see everything that happens to our body but we can’t move. so we get buried, burned etc. screaming at the top of our lungs but unable to do a thing.

43. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

sadly. yes.

44. what do you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night?

how many rounds of masturbating can i go before i pass out involuntarily. lmao jk . i set up my dream like “ okay i’ll be in… a zompie apocalypse living in a somewhat safe city having a sort of drama with other survivors and trying to live day by day off the little rations everyone gets.”

45. do you believe in aliens?

it’d be a lonely ass existence for earth to be the only life for a couple billions lightyears

46. what is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

deal with my shit. honestly im a handful.

47. do you find it hard to trust?

no. i sort of trust everyone until proven theyre not to be trusted.

48. are you secretive?

to an extent yeah. anyone is usually.

49. what colour are your eyes?

brown? idk i really dont care ahahaha i’ll let my future spouse deal with that.

50. do you have a nickname?

Ag(silver on the periodic table since yknow. my names silver. >.>), tinman, silver yo yo, silverado, silver city.

okay seriously, whoever is doing this, are you doing this out of curiosity or because i asked for it? lmaooo

#ask me dumb questions about myself or just talk to me lmao #anonymous

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