#i saw some really nice tags on some older oc art... thank you!

[makaalpaca]

New OCs! more art + info below! ///pose by @/bangpaze on twt, photo (bg, i edited it) by Mitchell Luo on unsplash

they're twins, i want them to be silly and angsty... that'se it

[franeridart]

Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?

Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao

Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me

Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol

Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰

I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;

Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy

AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight

Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;

Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it

WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha

Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍

I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good

Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha

Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals

That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao

Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡

sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3

Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3

Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?

Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!

Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺

I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9

Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.

WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌

Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT

you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;

Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious

THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏

Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!

Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)

I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao

Anon said:  so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes

Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk

!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!

Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.

Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah

Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)

AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas

Anon said: What program/device do you use??

Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!

Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate

THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Ransom Drysdale Must Die (Chapter One)

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a serial cheater. The only way to get him to pay for what he’s done is for him to die. Or at least be extremely humiliated. As long as you don’t fall for him.

Pairings: Eventual Ransom Drysdale x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x Multiple OC’s

Warnings: Swearing. Eventual smut.

(Author’s Note: I was watching John Tucker must die and it made me think of my favorite sweater wearing murder daddy.)

Tags: @night-of-the-living-shred​

Word Count: 2.0k

It's not that you were invisible. You preferred to think of it as keeping a low profile. Growing up, you didn't really have a choice but to keep things to yourself. What was the point of trusting people if all you were going to do was leave? You couldn't make friends or keep them if you'd be moving in another four to six months anyway. Not that it was your choice.

It started at a really young age. Technically before you were even born. Your mom had been a teen parent. Your dad didn't stick around which was all you knew about him. It didn't take long for you to get used to the myriad of men walking in and out of your life. Then you got used to seeing your mom, your only constant, getting treated like garbage over and over and over.

She never had an issue with dating. It was them sticking around that was apparently tricky. The problem is that when it would happen the same thing always happened. She'd binge on chocolate. Use you as a shoulder to cry on. Then you'd be moving to flee into the next city. It was kind of fucked up.

While she cried over the hundredth guy your nose was either buried in a book or painting which had been your only escape. You never wanted to judge your mom. She didn't deserve to always have her heartbroken. But, you also didn't deserve having a mom that wanted to pack up at the first sign of trouble. She didn't seem to get that.

As an adult, you promised yourself that you would find one place and stick to it. It might have hurt your mom a little to watch you go, but she understood that you had to go away for college and stuff. Which is how you ended up in Boston. You kind of remember living in Boston once back in the day. You liked the winters surprisingly and the way the trees looked in the fall. You remembered being happy which is why it sucked so much to leave.

You’d gotten your degree, but finding a job had been difficult. Which is how you ended up working at this country club. Though you could live without all the snobby rich people being total assholes, at least they tipped well. You mostly waitress in the clubhouse where it was usually the older crowd and the families that sucked up to them for the inheritance.

It was also how you first noticed him. Hugh Ransom Drysdale. From the moment you laid eyes on him you could tell he was dangerous. Just like those men, your mother would fall for that would inevitably break her heart. That same air of arrogance hanging over him like a cloud, except much better looking with a trust fund to go along with it.

He insisted everyone in the clubhouse call him Hugh. Which according to everyone is what he insists the help call him. God, he's a fucking asshole.

You remember the first time you talked to him. He was so enchanting. It was annoying. He was like Gaston come to life. Just as handsome, just as charming, just as scummy. Sure he made those white polos he wore to play golf look like he'd just stepped off a shoot for GQ. His gaze was enough to make any woman swoon. Even you as much as you hated to admit it.

It'd been one of the few times you'd worked at the bar. Someone had called out and being the new girl you were told to take their spot. "Sweetheart, be useful and get me a bourbon," he'd said in this rude tone.

"Not even a please?" You muttered under your breath as you turned your back to get a glass.

"What was that?" He asked, with a quirk in his eyebrow.

You kissed your teeth before turning back to him,  "Excuse me?" You plastered a sweet smile on your face.

"You got something to say? Say it." He challenged.

You shook your head. "I didn't... I didn't say anything."

He chuckled. "Okay, lo-"

Your jaw dropped as you put your hand on your chest. "Oh my god, Sir, if you're already drunk I can't serve you. You'd be a liability."

"That's a big word. Did they teach you that in community college?" The glare in his eye was intense and you couldn't help it as a smile spread across your face.

"Actually I think I learned it from where you get your trust fund."

You were surprised when he laughed. But, not that little sarcastic chuckle. Like an actual laugh. "Usually I'd call the manager over and enjoy them firing you in front of me, but lucky for you I'm in a good mood and kind of enjoying this. Now get me my bourbon."

"One bourbon coming up." You shrugged.

You talked with him for the rest of your shift surprisingly. The conversation going from hostile to surprisingly pleasant. He’d told you about some issue he’d been having with his grandfather that he hadn’t told the rest of his family he laughed at the idea of them finding out. Said he couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they found out everything was going to the nurse.

It was the trashy rich people drama that you craved.

“I know there’s gonna be a lot of bullshit when they find out they aren’t getting that house,” he’d scoffed, looking up at you from his drink.

“I’d be pissed too,” you replied. “I’m sure that house looks like a museum. I’d love to see it.”

“It’s insane.” He nodded. “Imagine like a horror museum with one of those escape rooms.”

You laughed. “So like plastic spiders? Cobwebs? Ghosts!” What a turn around this had been from the initial conversation the two of you were having.

“Not at all,” he said laughing. “It’s more like everything he’s ever thought for his novels, he just adds to his home. Like he needs the visualization. He has a secret window and a chair with knives. It’s insane.”

“That actually sounds pretty cool. Your grandpa sounds like a pretty cool guy, you must admire him a lot.”

“I mean... yeah, but I’d never tell him that.”

“Why not?” You asked with a chuckle.

“It’s complicated,” he answered, before bringing his glass up to his lips. “Like, I love him, but....”

“No. I get it.” Of course, you did. Your mom was a complicated figure in your life, but you could never not love her.

“I’ve done a lot of shit.” He shrugged. “So, I think it’s mutual.”

“At least his house sounds interesting. Like a work of art. I’m kind of a sucker for art.”

“Do you paint? Draw? Doodle on an iPad.” The way he smiled up at you, you would have never guessed that he was the giant asshole everyone made him out to be. There was this softness there even if it was hiding under his arrogant exterior.

You chuckled. “I paint. Though I do partake in the doodling on iPads.”

“I’d love to see your work sometime,” he said. “Do you sell?”

“I haven’t,” you replied. “But, I’m open to it. I guess. I’d show you now, but I’m not allowed to have my phone on the floor.”

“Oh so I’m not worth risking being fired for, I get it,” he joked, shaking his head as if he was offended.

You laughed, tilting your head back. “I know right. I’m already risking it by even talking to you. Harrington is so strict.”

There was this squint on his face as he kind of looked you up and down. It felt like he was studying you and it made you feel like you were under a microscope. “You’ve got a cute laugh you know that?”

No. Don’t give in. You had to tell yourself. You didn’t want to get involved with anyone you’d have to workaround. Besides, it was Ransom Drysdale. You’d just seen him with a woman yesterday. “Thank you,” you brushed him off. “Can I get you another drink?”

He sighed, checking the time on his phone. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat. I have to get going. Maybe I’ll stop by soon so we can talk again. Maybe show me some of your work?”

“Sure.”

He’d left you a forty dollar tip. You were not expecting that.

You’d left work that night feeling pretty good. Not that you were expecting him to fall in love with you or anything. Or for anything to happen at all. It was just a nice encounter with the guy everyone was obsessed with here. Besides you promised yourself you’d never, ever fall into the same trap as Mom had.

It’s not that you didn’t date. You were picky, though. The few relationships you’d had were okay, but you didn’t want to get hurt so you never wanted to get in too deeply.

Then the next day you had come to work, he’d walked in with Marissa on his arm. That stopped any and all thoughts you may have had. It was during that lull between when they'd stopped serving breakfast and brought out the lunch menus. You weren’t surprised that a man like Hugh Ransom Drysdale would be dating a woman like Marissa Clermont. She was exactly the type of woman men like him go for. You know a model IT girl type of deal.

It wasn’t just because he’d been dating Marissa. Of course not. It was because the day before you he’d just come in with Amber Taylor. The daughter of a retired Boston Celtics player. Also, a beautiful woman (also a model you think) who clearly didn’t know her boyfriend was two-timing her.

“Fascinating isn’t it?” Your co-worker, Britt, interrupted your thoughts as she’d come back from taking their drink order. Her arms were crossed as she tried to not make it too obvious that was she looking over at them. “He comes in here with different women and none of them have any idea.”

You frowned as you saw him whispering in her ear, making her giggle, probably telling her the same thing he told Amber just yesterday. “Yeah, I see that,” you replied. “How does he get away with it?”

“Ladies! Back to work!” Harrington, your manager, barked towards the both of you which made the both of you scurry off before she even had the chance to answer. You didn’t even get to talk to her because her shift was over soon then you were off the next day. You weren’t even sure why you cared so much.

When you got back to work it was during that lull time. Ransom was there of course with a different woman. Chloe Daniels. A blonde that had been the sole heir to her husband’s entire fortune no matter how much his ex wife or adult children tried to fight it. You were happy you got to witness the drama for that.

“He messes around with girls that don’t talk to each other,” Britt was finally able to explain. “So, they never find out. At least, that’s what the story around here is.”

“Wow he has a whole system worked out...” you crinkle your nose. Ugh what a fucking pig.  Just like your mother and those douchebags she dated.

“I mean, I kind of get it,” Britt said. “He’s hot. I might put up with being treated like trash for that much. Hell, I’ve put up being treated like trash for much less.”

You held in the laugh you wanted to let out as you could see Harrington lurking around, waiting to say something to the two of you. He never missed his chance to give out orders.

For as long as the couple sat through you couldn’t stop staring. Britt was right. It was fascinating.

[songtoyou]

Chapter Seven: August

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always that one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to openly communicate with one another, but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either are willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,889

Author’s Note: Okay, I think I am back to paying more attention to this fic. I already know how I want to approach the next chapter. 

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family, and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.  

Tag List: @patzammit​

On the whole, George’s birthday celebration went well. Raina turned out to be right that her dad did not make the trip alone. She and Chris met up with her dad for a birthday lunch, where they got introduced to Diane. The woman was in her early fifties and was a widow. It turns out, George and Diane had met a few years ago at a group therapy session for people still grieving the loss of a family member. The two recently got back in touch through Facebook and have continued to talk. It was only recently that George and Diane began dating. 

It was all new for Raina to see her dad with another woman. She was aware that he had been out on dates before but never actually seen the man in the company of other women. Raina was glad to have Chris around for support. He definitely helped ease any tension or uncomfortableness during brunch by telling stories and keep the atmosphere light.

However, Raina could not deny that Diane was a nice woman and liked how attentive she was to George and vice versa. Raina noticed the older couple had a nice camaraderie with one another. Best of all was that Diane made her dad laugh and smile. That is what Raina wanted for her dad, to be happy. Who was she to hold any grudges or contempt because her dad was living his life? It is what Marie would have wanted. She would be happy that her husband and daughter were living their life to the fullest.

That night after the show, George and Diane came backstage to see Raina. Her dad gave her flowers, which she cherished. 

“Amazing, sweetheart. Absolutely brilliant,” George gushed, hugging his daughter. 

“Thank you, Dad.”

“I cried so many times, I lost count,” Diane revealed. “You have such a beautiful voice.”

“Oh my God, stop. You both are going to make me cry,” said Raina. Their compliments touched her. “I’m so glad you both got the see the show. Especially you,” she added, pointing to her dad. “I know it is late, but thanks for sticking it out.” 

“Anything for you, kiddo,” replied George. “So, lunch again, tomorrow night?”

“Absolutely. You two going to sightsee tomorrow?” asked Raina

“We got some stops we want to make. Like George, I never make it over to the City. We’re going to stop by the Metropolitan.”

“She begged me to take her,” teased George and wrapped his arm around Diane. 

“Well, it is a great place. The Museum of Modern Art is really cool. I took Chris there not too long ago. He enjoyed it as well. Museums, great places to have dates,” stated Raina happily.

When Raina bid George and Diane a goodnight, she got out of her costume and took off her makeup. She put on a pair of comfortable jeans, a long sleeve shirt, running shoes and headed off home to Chris. He opted not to attend the show that night as he had other prior commitments. 

Chris had been staying at Raina’s place for a couple of weeks, ever since they revealed their true feelings for one another. He did make a trip back up to Concord, but it was to bring some of his things and Dodger back to New York. Raina was surprised that Chris brought Dodger with him but was more than happy to have the four-legged creature around. Raina loved that dog immensely, and it warmed her heart to see the two lounging on the couch when she got home. 

Normally, she wouldn’t allow dogs on the furniture, but it was hard to deny such cute faces.

“Hey, you two,” Raina spoke, getting both of their attention. “What have you been up to?”

“Not much,” Chris spoke, turning towards Raina. “Move Bubba,” he nudged Dodger away to get up off the couch. He greeted Raina with a kiss and got out a wine glass from the cupboard.

“Red or white?” he asked her.

“White,” she replied and sat down next to Dodger. “Hey, kid. How are you doing?”

Dodger also proceeded to greet Raina with kisses and laid himself across her lap. She began scratching behind his ears. 

“Here you go, my dear,” said Chris handing Raina the glass of wine.

“Thank you, darling. Dad and Diane enjoyed the show. They had a good time. They’re cute together,” Raina confessed to Chris.

He nestled down next to Raina and Dodger, who was now laid across both of their laps. “Your dad looks happy, and Diane is great. You’re right; they are cute. It is nice that they found each other. Looks like they are the real deal. You can handle that, right? If your dad and Diane were to take their relationship to the next level?”

Raina knew Chris was referring to marriage. “I want my dad happy and not alone. He has taken his time when it comes to dating. He wasn’t in a rush to move on, which, honestly, I appreciate. Dad has supported me all these years, so I will return the favor,” she answered. 

The two sat in comfortable silence while watching the news. Of course, Chris had it on CNN. “How can you stand watching this stuff? At least watch MSNBC. They have Rachel Maddow,” Raina complained.

“I’m trying to stay informed, that is all. You used to watch this stuff too when Trump got elected to office,” Chris noted with a smirk.

“Oh God, do not remind me. I was obsessed with CNN and MSNBC. The only reason I watched the news 24/7 because I was waiting for the bomb to finally go off, and they’d find something to implicate Trump, and he would get kicked out of office, but nothing ever happened. It was exhausting.”

Nudging Dodger off of her, Raina got up and downed her glass of wine. “I’m going to take a shower and head to bed. Tomorrow, I’m going to have lunch with dad and Diane. Did you want to come?”

“Uh, I can’t. I have an appointment with Josh tomorrow. His still has some additional shading to do on the eagle,” said Chris, indicating to his covered chest of the unfished eagle tattoo. “Hey, before you head for a shower and bed, you got another vase of flowers. I put them over there on the table,” he motioned, pointing to the flowers, which were a lovely medley of lavender and white blooms. The clear cylinder vase offsets the colors of the flowers nicely.

Raina noticed a small envelope within the flowers and opened it. 

Dearest Raina,

Congratulations on the success of Moulin Rouge. I am so happy for you. It is a great joy to see someone you know accomplished what they’ve been hoping for and working toward. You are proof that good things come to those who are willing to sacrifice to reach a worthwhile goal. Words can’t express how proud I am. You have the creativity and determination to do whatever you can dream. It really warms my heart to see you achieving your goal of being on Broadway. 

Warmest regards,

T.H.

“Aw, how sweet,” Raina gushed at the note.

“What?” Chris asked. “Who sent the flowers?”

“Tom sent them,” she answered, taking a whiff of the flowers. They smelt heavenly. 

Chris was confused. “Tom? Tom who?”

“Hiddleston,” was all Raina said and placed the card in the flower arrangement. “He’s in New York as well doing that play, ‘Betrayal.’ We should stop by and see it. You know, to show support and all.”

Chris watched as Raina headed into the bedroom, but he still sat there a little stunned. He looked to make sure Raina was indeed out of earshot; he got up to look at the card. 

“What the fuck,” Chris said, stunned at the card. ‘Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Sending my girlfriend flowers and writing all that in the card!’ he thought to himself.

“Let’s go for a walk, Bubba. Come on,” Chris said to Dodger and got the dog’s leash. He figured some fresh would help clear his mind.

Walking the usual route for Dodger, Chris looked around to see if there were anyone around. Thankfully, the street was quiet, and no sign of fans or paparazzi. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Chris always felt bad when he lit one but couldn’t deny how the nicotine helped relax his anxieties. And right now, he was in desperate need of something to take his mind off the card.

Chris knew he was acting ridiculous. That Raina had no lingering feelings for Tom, she told him that to his face. However, he could not get the small feeling of jealousy bubbling under his skin. Plus, Tom was his friend. They respected one another. It wasn’t like Tom wouldn’t have found out with the rest of the world that Chris and Raina were in a relationship. Everyone knew! 

Looking down at Dodger, Chris saw that the pup was ready to head back inside. “Okay, we’re going to head back home.” The dog picked up the pace at the mention.

These past few weeks with Raina had been nice. Chris liked the domestic routine he had gotten into with Raina. It was definitely something he would like to continue, maybe say in Massachusetts. Unfortunately, Chris knew he would not be able to get Raina to live in Massachusetts full-time. She set on staying in New York. That was her home. It was the place where she grew up and most likely wanted to stay.

‘Don’t start overthinking things, Christopher,’ he more rational side began to say, which oddly sounded like his mother. 

Finally making it back home, Chris made his way into the master bedroom with Dodger following along. He saw that Raina had finished her shower and was already in bed. Dodger got up on the bed to nestle in the middle. Chris tried to get him off the bed, but Raina wrapped her arm around the furball.

“No, he is fine. He’s like a stuffed animal,” she pleaded and snuggled closer to Dodger.

Chris sighed but couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was precious, his girl and his dog. He quickly took out his phone and snapped a picture. Chris stored it in his ‘Raina’ file on his phone. A keepsake of pictures of his girl that were just for him and not for public consumption. That is what his entire friendship and now relationship with Raina had been, something that was just for him. It was never for the public to scrutinize or even fawn over. He wasn’t with her for PR or added media hype. Chris always felt that what he had with Raina was honest and true. A real friendship that developed organically between two people that had progressed towards real love and devotion.

Sadly, both Chris and Raina knew there would be naysayers and critics watching their every move to see if any cracks were forming. With the positive press, it will ultimately bring out the negatives. It was the way of the game. A game Chris and Raina knew they had to be up for the challenge if they wanted their relationship to flourish and not burn out in flames in front of the whole world.

[zirkkun]

Yo you have every right to be upset about things! You're still a person with your own feelings and deserve to be treated kindly. No one should come at you for making things you enjoy or for misunderstandings. I hope things get better for you even if I wasn't here for when all the drama happened (or maybe I was and just wasn't aware of it? I tend to avoid drama as much as possible tbh)

I didn't really post about it much. I think I answered about 4 asks about it (three of them in the same post because i was sure it was the same anon due to the similar string of seemingly continued messages) and the rest I just deleted as soon as they came in, but I got... A lot. A lot of mean things said too. Kinda hurts when you wanted to make something because you knew this work was highly criticized and wanted to let people give it a second chance only to be shot down by the people you were hoping to defend lol

In short, and a lot of it I missed because I was blocked by a lot of people so my friend sent me screencaps; someone took I believe only the old ask box post I had for ULR, which at the time was called "Underlust Rewrite," and was disgusted at the fact that everything was revamped and "made for kids" (because it's not 18+ explicit content, but as I've said before, it's just cause I'm too scared to be horny on main, and I've literally made a whole different biological system for ULR so I can write the necessary story ""sex scenes"" without it being human-like sex or otherwise uncomfortable or too explicit for me to draw, but I still consider it a mature story overall), so they blocked me instantly here and on twitter and then made a callout post on twitter itself. People were telling me originally to stop calling the AU Underlust, and I didn't really get it at first, because like, what's the difference between my spinoff and, say, Underlust Gold, Swapfell Indigo, TS!Underswap, you know, names that have add-ons from the original title to differentiate it but still connect it to the source. So that's what I said, as well as if I removed the Underlust name, it would be considered stealing to me, because I'd be disconnecting it from the source. But apparently, instead, what had been the concern was that it was just being called "Underlust" and the "Rewrite" aspect was implying I was replacing the original story, which like, had never been my intention and I've made a bunch of things with both the ULR and UL cast together and love the idea of Lust and Ace meeting up and just being a disaster duo of not working together at all. I just adore Underlust like it's in my pinned FAQ, Lust's been in my banner for months now, and he's practically my staple pfp character on every account but here atm.

It took like 3 days for it to actually click what was going on, because once I finally got the chance to have a conversation with someone where they weren't telling me I was the scum of the Earth -- which, honestly, bless the three people I talked to, they were so sweet (which actually included someone from the Japanese side of the fandom whose art I loved too... yeah it got pretty far. Once I sent them a message though it was cleared up quickly and they did post a clarification post about ULR and me, so that was nice to see.) -- I finally got the chance to realize that this was a misunderstanding from the beginning, from both sides, where people coming at me were saying I was doing all of the stuff above and probably more but those stuck the most, while I was confused as to where this information and accusations were coming from and what they were referring to in the first place. They probably never explained it in the anon asks because, well, they probably assumed I knew what I was doing, but when they came at me about something I didn't do with vague context of something I did do, I was very confused, and got really defensive really quickly, and really honestly snapped pretty hard. After my first initial explanation post and people were still trying to tell me to stop ULR/don't call it Underlust/whatever else there was, I just got tired and told people to block me if they didn't like it. But that didn't really stop anyone and honestly made it worse because that's when I started getting really nasty messages. I like... Specifically remember one where someone called me a lowlife and a thief, and that one stuck the most, but I tended to not read through them before deleting them for my own sanity. I actually did this to one of the people who'd later talked to me calmly about it at first too, because I had just woken up, and really didn't want to read an essay lecture on everything everyone's been telling me at the crack of 7am when I was borderline ready to delete my account and start over lol

Some people I do remember were accusing me of trying to censor nsfw content or erase it as well because ULR isn't 18+, and I'm out here on my horny ass like "wh. What are they talking about, where did you get that idea, have you SEEN my ao3 recommended list," /j but in all seriousness I really didn't understand that accusation at all because I've never been against nsfw content in the slightest and lowkey? This is very dumb -- but like, you know how they say when you get hate mail, you know you've made it? Well, for me, my thought has always been, "When there's 18+ fancontent of my OC's, I'll have finally made it." This is... Not a joke, some of my friends think its very weird LMAO oh well. I've been on the internet for far too long at this point -- like, definitely since I was far too young, probably, and being with a family of the next youngest being 12 years older than me, I really dove into stuff pretty quickly I definitely shouldn't have, but hey that's life -- I'm really unfazed by mostly anything now. Hell, me making ULR was honestly half motivated by me wanting to make others more comfortable with this kind of media, discussing sexuality and otherwise sexual-considered topics, without really being embarrassed or bothered by it. Because, people talk about death and killing and whatever other gorey stuff just fine, but the moment sex comes up, people just gasp in awe, y'know? I kind of grew up that way myself but like... ironically, in being more comfortable with my asexuality, I realized that it's honestly not that big of a deal. Sure, we don't need to hear the details of everything. We don't need to hear the details of a murder either. But I will never understand how murder is always the lowest on the "morally wrong list of things to not to" to so many people and that it's fine to mention, but even consider bringing up anything else and it's like, a sin and you're a bad person. Even racism is like, higher up on there for a lot of people, which it's like... this is an issue that needs to be discussed, or it can never be solved. You can't just kick that away and hope it goes away on its own, that's never how it works.

Ah, well, now I've gone off tangent lol. Sorry to make you read a blob of text lmao but having things in a cohesive format of what I've been thinking does feel a bit better. Thank you for the support regardless, and I do want to keep making what I really enjoy, because frankly, I really want to make things that make people take a step back and think for a moment, y'know? Things that invoke like a realization in yourself about something you didn't even know. That's how fiction's always been for me, so I want to give back by making it that way too. ... maybe my horny content is exempt from this however. That's just. Self indulgence LMAO.

Probably helps that I'm actually talking this all out for once, too, since before any of this I tried to keep as much of the situation contained to myself as possible in hopes I could clean it up before it got too bad. That was, in hindsight, probably a terrible idea lol. But I didn't want to be a source of stress for anyone following me or become the new creator-to-defend that like, 50% of people hate and 50% of people love and that you're either on one side or the other and there's no where in between. (I feel like Arin Hanson comes to mind for me every time I think of someone like this.) I know I can't please everyone and I knew internet hate would come eventually, but like, didn't expect it to be over a name or tag choice. I thought that would be a simple enough DM or clearable thing but apparently not, especially since I saw someone a few weeks ago delete their blog over a similar thing (though, the opposite, in a way: posting nsfw in a sfw tag by mistake). It wasn't in the UT fandom so y'all probably weren't following them (tbf I wasn't either, I just witnessed it happen from start to finish), but it was still disheartening.

Anyway, thank you, and sorry to make ya read all of that (if you actually did vahdbs don't blame you if you don't it's a lot of thought dump lmao)💕💕

[talesofphantombandits]

Tech Whiz ~ Matt Devlin - Part 1.

Hey guys, so I recently watched all the episodes of Law and Order: UK that Matt was in and came up with this idea for a story.  Hope you all enjoy and let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts.  Edits will be made later on.

Pairing: Matt Devlin X OC. Summary: Saylor Clarke gets a new job working on the tech aspects of solving the crimes that Ronnie and Matt investigate. She swears to herself that she will not get into any office romances but the more time she spends with Matt the harder it gets not to fall for him. Someone on the sidelines however are always watching their every interacting, when things go to the next level Saylors mystery admirer will make themselves known in the worst way possible. 

Tagging those who showed interest in my post about this story, if you don’t want to be tagged in further parts let me know and i’ll untag it immediately.  Thank you for showing support though <3 @dreamingundone​ , @fyeahmeninroyalnavy​ , @alittlepronetopanic​

Saylor Clarke visuals. 

As it is for anyone, the first day of walking into a new workplace was a nerve wracking experience. It was only made more daunting as Saylor took in all the bodies dressed in various formal suits and ties, pencil skirts and blazers. 

Of course, Saylor was also dressed presentably, but the big difference between her and her new colleagues was the dip dyed shoulder length emerald hair she sported, the numerous piercings in her ears - which were mainly covered by her hair - and a small green ring through her nostril. 

She was grateful her sleeve tattoo in progress was covered under her blazer or she would have felt even more uneasy than she already did. Her only body art on show was five thin lines encircling four of her fingers. They were dainty and usually most people didn’t even notice them unless they were in close proximity to her. Even so, she loosely clasped her hands into fists in case anyone decided to peer too closely. 

Still, alternative styles evidently were not a popular sight in the The Crown office, because as Saylor walked down the aisles of cubicles, eyes zoned in on her. She tried to remind herself that this was not the first time she’d faced stares over her appearance and that it no way detracted from her professionalism or ability to do her job. That’s all that mattered, and she would remind them all of that in due course. 

Arriving at a standard looking office that overlooked the city, she met DI Natalie Chandler who went over all the necessary debriefing and documentation with her. The woman’s kind nature lifted some of the nerves rattling through her and she hoped she would get to work with Ms Chandler in the future.

Natalie then led her over to the middle of the bustling office to a set of desks where two men had their backs to her. 

“Guys! This is our new tech master, Saylor Clarke.” 

Both of them swung around in their chairs, the older gentleman who sat to the right and she shared a warm smile with him, but what caught Saylor’s was the young man on the left. “I’d like you to meet DS Ronnie Brooks and DS Matthew Devlin.” She smiled, meeting both their gazes in greeting. 

“She’ll be taking over from Angela from today.” Before Natalie walked away she gave both of them a pointed stare. “Be nice! Look after her.” 

“We’re always nice!” Matt called after her playfully then turned on Saylor and she forgot her own name for a breath. “Hey, Mathew Devlin but you can call me Matt.” He held out his hand for her to shake.  Worried her hand would be sweaty due to the first day nerves and her body’s response to meeting someone as striking as Matt before, Saylor hesitated, but suddenly she realised how rude that would look and slipped her hand into his. It enveloped hers and she hoped he didn’t hear the way her breathing jittered at the contact and noticed the electricity that skated up her skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, and she truly hoped he didn’t feel the slight moist covering on her hand. If he clocked onto anything at all, he never let it show as he gave her a friendly grin and returned to his desk. 

With ocean eyes that shamed the carribean shores, sunkissed skin that enhanced every muscular valley in his bare forearms and bone structure that rivaled the godly marbled statues she’d seen at the A&E, it was fair to say Matt might have been the most mesmerizing man she’d ever laid her eyes upon. 

One word came to her mind. Shit.

How was she going to stop herself from crushing on Mr Devlin?

“Ronnie Brooks,” The older man stated, waving a hand. “don’t worry you’ll settle in right away. If you need anything though don’t be afraid to ask us. Me and Matty will be happy to help.” They both offered her bright and reassuring smiles and she felt instantly welcome in their company.  

“Thank you, guys. It’s nice to meet you both. I guess I better go log into my computer, and get it all set up.” Ronnie pointed out her desk which was a little way across the room from theirs, she thanked him and made her way over, cursing herself on the way for being so awkward.

Her first day seemed to flash by, and before she knew it, it was dark outside and people started leaving the office in drips and drabs. Nothing too exciting had happened through the duration of the day. It wasn’t as though she had expected to be thrown straight into the middle of the chaos on day one, but admittedly, lack of productivity had her itching in her seat. 

However, her day was pleasant nonetheless; she had managed to set up her computer almost exactly the way she liked it, she’d gone and spoke to some of her other new colleagues around the office to get to know who she would be working with and had been pleasantly surprised at the warmth she was met with. She shouldn’t have assumed they would judge her based on her looks, she needed to squash that insecurity. 

But mostly, she had chatted with Matt and Ronnie. Apparently, not much was happening in the way of cases, so they had time to tell her about some of their most interesting cases and how tech had helped them catch their criminal in the end. She looked forward to being able to be a part of that team and process in the future. 

Both men were incredibly charming and sweet. She counted herself lucky that she’d been put in an office with such lovely company. Ronnie was instantly like a father figure to her, he seemed gentle and caring and she was in no doubt that he’d be the first to her aid if she needed it. Matt on the other hand spoke to her in a more flirtatious manner, which of course she could never honestly say she minded. It was actually an honour to have such a beautiful man trade playful banter with her, but she had to remind herself that this was her work place now and no matter how she may want to, nothing past friendship was to be permitted between the two of them. 

There was only one person she met in that office that first day that made her uncomfortable; Mike had walked up to her desk, and she could tell right off the bat that this man was typically shy. Knowing this feeling all too well she greeted him warmly, but as soon as he started speaking she got an unsettling feeling from the interaction. She couldn’t, however, put her finger on what exactly it was that was making her so uneasy about the man who had only said one word to her. 

After the single interaction though, she didn’t see him for the rest of the day so she brushed it off and buried herself in customising her systems to her personal preference. 

At the end of the day, she was at her desk switching everything off when she felt someone approach her from behind. She sent a silent prayer that whoever it was, it wasn’t Mike. Regardless, of the lack of action she’d seen through the day, she still felt drained from all the information she’d had to retain and had no energy left to try to understand him.

“How are you getting home?” 

Turning, a jolt of excitement spiked through her fatigue when she saw Matt standing a few feet from her wrapping his scarf around his neck. “Not to sound creepy or anything, I just thought It would be decent of me to offer you a lift seen as it’s pitch black outside and you said earlier that you live on the other side of London.” 

She smiled not only at how genuinely adorable this man was with his slight pout, but also at the fact he remembered when she’d idly said where she lived. Then she quickly reminded herself not to overthink his basic capacity to listen to information. She couldn’t let her head run amok. “Thank you Matt, that’s really nice that you thought of me. But I have my bike.” 

“Bike? As in a peddle bike? I mean I could probably fit it in the back of my car. London traffic in the dark isn’t the nicest to people on bikes.” 

“Erm, no, my motorbike.” Matt looked taken aback at this. Saylor simply laughed at his surprised expression.

They both started for the door. “Okay this I have to see!” She looked at him confused but she couldn’t hide the amusement on her face. “Oh no I didn’t mean you riding a motorbike I meant the actual bike.”  

 “Sure! You can come meet Alvin.” 

Matt stopped in his tracks in the middle of the foyer, Saylor stopping a step in front of him, eyebrows raised. “What?”

“You named your bike after a chipmunk?”

She burst out laughing at the remark, envisioning the small rodent in question. “No.” she shook her head. “I named my bike after the Glam Rock star Alvin Stardust, a childhood favourite.” Sniggering to herself as she walked out of the revolving doors. 

Matt was close on her heels as she walked to where her bike was parked on the side of the street. Stopping in front of it, she reached inside of her jacket to grab the key for the little storage box on the back of the bike.

“Matt meet Alvin, Alvin meet Matt.” 

“Wow, such a beautiful bike.” Matt slowly walked around observing every detail of the vehicle. 

“Thanks. I try to keep him in tip top shape.” Matt paused again looking over the bike to Saylor who had finally freed her helmet from the box. 

“You do maintenance on the bike yourself?” 

She looked up to find Matt staring at her in something akin to awe. “Yeah, I won't let anyone else touch him.” 

She got up on the bike and started up the engine. Itroared to life.

Putting on the helmet, she turned to Matt one last time. “If you’re lucky one day I might let you ride him, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She winked at him, closed the visor and as Matt walked back to the pavement, he watched as she safely pulled out and sped off. 

The last look on his face said it all; maybe she wasn’t the only one that was going to struggle toeing the line between friendship and something more. 

...............

The next morning was uneventful, but Saylor didn’t mind too much. It gave her additional time to settle in and socialise some more. Which included Matt.

When she got home the previous night she couldn’t shake the smile from her face. Her interactions with him the previous day had left her feeling like a campfire had ignited in her stomach and set a flock of butterflies into a frenzy above. 

“Hey, a few of us are heading out for something to eat tonight if you would care to join us?” She turned in her chair to find Matt and Ronnie stood behind her with hopeful smiles on their faces. 

“Sure, why not.” She leaned back in her chair and grinned at them both.

“I hope I’m invited too.” 

As if out of nowhere, Mike appeared beside Saylor, that uneasy feeling came back to her. She shifted in her chair then glanced at Matt who seemed to sense her unease. He moved to perch himself on the corner of Saylor’s desk, putting himself between them. She looked up at him and gave him a silent ‘Thank you!’

“Sure. Everyone's invited.” Ronnie chimed in. 

Saylor and Matt both snapped their heads to Ronnie. Obviously, he hadn’t read the room, but it was too late. Mike said he would meet them at the pizza place later and had walked off.  

Unable to pinpoint exactly what it was about Mike that gave her the creeps, she felt a little bad, but every time he was near her, the hair on the back of her neck would stand up and she had the greatest desire to be as far away from him as possible. 

“Jeez, Ronnie, why’d you invite him? Can’t you see that he makes Saylor uncomfortable?” 

Ronnie looked at Saylor, confused. 

“Does he make you uncomfortable? I can go over and uninvite him?” Ronnie started walking to Mike's desk but Saylor reached out an arm and stopped him. 

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m probably just overreacting, he’s probably a really nice person, I have to give him a chance. Besides this is only my second day, he barely said two words to me. Can’t be making enemies straightaway, can I?” She smiled at them both, trying to be as lighthearted as she could. Ronnie said a simple okay as he walked back to his desk.

“Did you bring the bike today?” Matt said still perched on her desk, she swung back round to face her computer. 

“I got a cab today actually, I never ride when it’s raining.” She chuckled to herself. “One of my mum's rules, actually. I understand though. Plus, I’d rather not turn up to work drenched.” 

“So, you’ll be getting a cab home?” 

She just nodded as she typed away on the keypad. If someone would have asked her what she was working on she wouldn’t have been able to answer. It was hard to concentrate when she had such a handsome man distracting her. 

“Or I could give you a lift after the pizza place, I mean I’m the designated driver so....” 

She stopped typing and looked up, catching his eye. “Sure, I guess it saves me some money. Unless you want gas money which I will happily provide.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Just buy me a coke at the pub.” He snapped his finger and pointed at her with a wide grin.

“You got it.” She tilted her head as she looked at him, matching his grin. 

“Great, I guess I’ll meet you back here when it’s time to leave.” Nodding again, she watched as he got up from the desk and walked away with the biggest smile on his lips.

Sighing, she knew she’d spend the rest of the day trying not to overanalyse said smile and tame the butterflies wreaking havoc inside her.

By the end of her second morning she’d already made some amazing friends. She just hoped that it would stay like that, that she wouldn’t ruin this job for herself like she did the last one.

No way would she let that happen again.

Time ticked by ever so slowly. Every time she looked at the clock, only mere minutes had passed. Now and then, she’d peer over to Matt’s desk. Most of the time he’d have his back to her, but sometimes he’d be talking to Ronnie and would catch her eye, a dazzling smile appearing on his face.

She didn’t have the adequate vocabulary to describe how adorable Matt Devlin truly was.

After her lunch, she’d been given some work to do which she became immersed in, completely forgetting about the time and what was happening around her. She only became aware of her surroundings again when Ronnie placed a warm hand on her shoulder. 

“You ready?” 

She looked up to him smiling down at her, she saved her work and switched off the computer. “More than ready.” Grabbing her bag and jacket, she met Ronnie by the door. 

“Matt just had to go drop off some paperwork, he said he’d meet us by the car.” Nodding, she followed Ronnie out to the back parking lot. 

Less than a minute later, Matt came strolling over to them smiling, swinging his keys around his finger.

Ronnie let Saylor ride shotgun, even though she insisted she would be fine in the back seat.  “It’s the most gentlemanly thing to do.”  He smiled as he got into the back. She looked at Matt over the roof of the car rolling her eyes but got in the font anyway. 

When they reached the little pizza place, they found a booth near the back and settled in. Once Matt had taken his coat and scarf off, he got the drink orders and went to the bar. 

Ronnie and Saylor were having a full blown conversation when the bell above the door chimed, indicating that someone had entered the restaurant. 

Both looking up at the noise, they could see four people entering and looking around. Saylor only recognised one of the people. Mike.

“Oh god.” 

She shook her head and looked to Ronnie.

“What is it?” She enquired. 

“That women behind Mike, she’s from the evidence team. Completely obsessed with Matt, finds any excuse to come up to the office to see him.” He sniggered, evidently amused.

“Honestly, can’t say I blame her.” Saylor laughed at the surprise on Ronnie’s face. 

“I’ll remember that remark!” He jokingly threatened her, but before Saylor could reply, the group had reached their table, and the women who Ronnie had pointed out sat down next to Saylor. 

“I’ll go help Matt with the drinks now we have more people.” Ronnie got up and headed to where Matt still stood at the bar. 

Saylor just stared after him in complete disbelief that he had left her with a bunch of strangers. 

Not even a second after Ronnie had left his seat, Mike slid in the booth next to her. She tried her damn hardest not to shift away from him when he shuffled in closer to her. 

Finally, the two men came back from the bar, hands full of drinks and distributed them out to everyone. She caught Matt's eye when he handed her, her drink then his eyes shifted to both sides of her. His eyes showed concern but he mouthed a ‘sorry’ to her. Replying with a gentle smile, she let him know she was okay. For now. 

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. My name is Alice! and this is Chase, we work in the evidence lab.” Alice held out her hand which Saylor shook, then proceeded to shake Chase’s hand as well, of which he held onto her hand a second longer but then just smiled at her and sat back into the booth. 

“Saylor, I’m the new tech wiz in the office.” She changed her attention back to Alice who was now sizing her up. 

“Oh, lucky you. You get to be in the office all the time and be around Matt.” Saylor looked to Matt who was conversing with Ronnie and tried to think innocent and professional thoughts. 

“He’s an amazing person. I mean I’ve only known him for two days and he’s been nothing but kind to me.” 

“He’s more than amazing. Have you seen him? He’s so yummy. If only he could see how amazing I am, I’d take him straight home and do nasty things with him.” Saylor was taken aback by the way Alice was talking about one of her coworkers. 

All she could do was laugh uncomfortably and turn away hoping to end the conversation but she forgot that the person on the other side of her was Mike. She was trapped. 

“Don’t take no notice of her, she has no filter and has been completely obsessed over Matt for years.” Chase reached over and moved Alice out of his way so he could sit next to Saylor. “I’ve heard way worse come from her mouth about that man.” Saylor gave the man a ‘oh god’ look but smiled at him anyway, glad that finally she was sitting next to someone she could converse with normally. 

The rest of the meal was relatively normal. Although she missed the time with Ronnie and Matt, she found that Chase was also someone she could see herself calling a friend in the future. He’d also saved her when Mike shifted unbearably close to her so again, but then Chase switched seats meaning she was back next to Alice, and she’d take that over sitting next to Mike any day.

When they were getting ready to leave, Chase also offered her a lift home but she had to decline, looking up to see Matt waiting for her by the door, his sparkling eyes dancing in the candlelight. “Thank you, that’s really kind, but Matt already promised me a lift home. Thank you for saving me tonight, twice!” She laughed. 

“No problem. Anytime.” Then he did something unexpected. He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. She didn’t know how to react so she just smiled and waved her goodbyes. 

“You ready?” Matt smiled at her, opening the door. 

“Yes.” She walked out into the rain, Ronnie trailing behind her and the three made their way to the car parked just outside. 

They dropped Ronnie off first and bid their goodnights to him, and then for the first time that night, it was just the two of them. 

Saylor gave him the directions to her flat before any conversations started. 

“Seems you have many admirers already!” 

Saylor chuckled and turned to look at Matt, the streetlights highlighting his sharp features as they drove. “That's funny because I hear you have admirers too!” 

“Urg, if you’re talking about Alice, I don’t want to hear about it. She’s a nice person and I respect her but agreeing to go on a date with her was one of the worst decisions I've ever made.” He glanced at Saylor in the passenger seat to see her beaming at him.

“You went on a date with her? I bet that was eventful!.” 

“Oh! it was, but I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of hearing about it.” Saylor huffed out a ‘spoil sport’ and went back to facing the front of the car.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” 

“I did, everyone’s so nice. Shame I didn’t get to speak to you and Ronnie much. I was kind of trapped between Alice and Mike, who, for some reason I can’t put my finger on why, but he gives me the creeps.” She shivered in her seat. 

“Yeah, I could see how uncomfortable you were with him earlier.” 

“Luckily Chase was there to put a barrier between us.” She didn’t look but she could tell he was glancing at her. 

“Ah Chase! think he has a thing for you.” They both looked at each other when Saylor laughed out loud. 

“Yeah well nothing will come of it. For one, he’s a nice guy, but I don’t feel any attraction towards him. And secondly, I promised myself long ago not to date coworkers.” Matt's face fell, and for a moment she thought she saw disappointment in his eyes, but it was only a flash. 

She couldn’t say anymore though as he pulled up to her apartment. 

Looking up at her door, she sighed. She’d told Matt that about coworker relationships, but every time they were close, all she wanted to do was be in his arms and just feel his arms wrapped around her.  

She opened the door but turned back to Matt. “Thank you for being so kind to me in my first few days and for dropping me off home.” 

He smiled in reply and she wondered if she’d ever get tired of that smile. She doubted it.

Without time to think it through, she reached over the centre console and kissed him on the cheek. Once she realised what she had done, she moved back a bit to read his reaction, but all she saw was shock and happiness all mixed together,  and gods, she really wanted to kiss him. She could see he wanted the same as his eyes travelled down to her lips. 

But she couldn’t let it happen. 

So, she pulled back further and finally got out of the car. 

“Goodnight Matt.”

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

Monument Woman

Pairing: Marcus Pike x OC (Rosemary Carter)

Warnings: None

A/N: God, I have been wanting to finish this story for weeks, but once we got out of quarantine, I lost all ambition to write.  So, I’m glad I finally have enough of a cushion to get part 1 out to you guys.  I won’t be following my old posting schedule, but I hope I don’t go so far between posts that you all forget about me!

Reminder: I ain’t ever seen Pedro Pascal in FUCK ALL, I’m just coming up with this as I go along, using imdb.com, wiki, and 84,000 tabs I got open to plan out this shit.  I also write soft versions of his characters so if you’re craving asshole vibes, I ain’t got any but my own to offer.

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Part 1 – And So We Begin 

“Thank you for calling Fort Jamison Historical Museum, this is Rosemary. How can I help you?”  The jaunty-sounding phrase rolled off her tongue automatically with little thought behind it until she heard the wizened chuckle on the other end.

“Do you always answer your cell phone like that?”  She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned as Robert Lancaster’s chuckle morphed into a hearty laugh.  She couldn’t help but giggle along as she dropped her pencil and took off her glasses, setting them on the desk in front of her.

“You know, sometimes I do, especially when I’m not paying attention.” Rosemary leaned back into her chair, propping her feet up on the desk.  Her free hand dropped down to fondle Banana’s ears as the dog snoozed next to her.  “What’s up, Robert?”

“I’m doing some spring cleaning at the house and shop.  I got quite a few boxes accumulated, including stuff I’d like to donate to the museum.  When do you think you can come down to look through them?  I don’t expect you to take them all, but there are a couple of items I want you to specifically have.”  His voice sounded muffled over the phone as he bent down to toss another book into the Friends of the Library box.

“It’s a little slow this week,” she started as she checked the calendar on her wall.  “Looks like I can come as early as tomorrow.  So, if that works for you, I’ll bring the paperwork with me and we can just get it all done at once.”

“Oh, great!  I was hoping you could come soon.  It’s been a while since we had time to visit.”  His smile was evident in his voice.  “Can you do the paperwork on the computer?”

“Sure, we have the fillable PDFs.”

“Even better.  Just bring your laptop and we’ll work on it as we go through everything.  We can connect to the printer here and then you don’t have to worry about doing any of this at the office.  By the way, do you think you’ll have time for lunch?”

“Robert, you know I always have time for you.”  She smiled.  They had been friends for ten years by that point and he never failed to ask the lunch or dinner question and she never failed to make time for him.  Robert had been her first friend when she arrived in Michigan and the long-running friendship between the perpetual bachelor and the bold curator was stuff of area legend.  

There had been speculation of a May-December romance between the two, but Robert saw the younger woman as the daughter he never had and on her part Rosemary saw Robert as the father figure she lost when her grandfather passed away.

“Want to do Phil’s or Coral Gables?”  She smiled.  Just as their dates were always guaranteed, she knew that their location was as well. But it was habit to ask and it never felt right if she didn’t.

“Why do you even ask the question?  You know it’s supposed to be nice tomorrow, Coral Gables’ patio all the way.”  The two chatted a bit longer before they hung up, returning to the rest of their respective duties.  Rosemary sat up and Banana whined when she stopped petting him.  Spoiled dog.

“Sorry, Baba.  Work calls.” She stood up from her desk and wandered down the hall to the director’s office, knowing Helen was at her desk.  The third floor of the museum was workspace for the staff and despite working there for so many years, Rosemary never failed to draw an appreciative breath at the stunning sight of the Kalamazoo River.

As she ambled down the hall, Banana’s nails clicked on the tile floor, hinting that she wasn’t alone on her journey.  She smiled as she waved her hand and the dog rushed to her side.  The two slowly walked to the director’s office, warming themselves in the afternoon sun that poured through the windows.

Rosemary heard the muttering first as she rounded the corner and entered the office.  The stout woman was hunched over her laptop, her salt and pepper pixie cut sticking up everywhere.  Whatever she was working on, it was stressing her out.  Helen always pulled at her short strands when she was concentrating hard.

Smiling, Helen’s head jerked up as Rosemary knocked on the door.  The older woman waved her curator into the office and leaned back.  As she stretched, both women could hear a series of loud pops and they started to giggle.

“Ugh, I am getting too old to sit like this.  I need a massage.”  Helen groaned as yet another loud pop emitted from her shoulder.  As Banana scooched under the desk to get scritches from Helen, Rosemary plopped down in one of the armchairs and it creaked in complaint. “Do you have to sit so hard? Those are collection pieces, you know.”

“Not anymore.  I deaccessioned them last week into the decorative collection.  Donor approved, mind you.  So, we can sit in these however we want.”  Rosemary grinned as she threw a leg over the arm of the ornate chair.  For being so ugly, it was comfortable and not for the first time, she wondered if she could move them to her office without Helen noticing.

“That may be, but it’s not like we have money to fix something you broke because you were being too careless.”  Helen raised her eyebrow and Rosemary sat back up in the chair like normal, having the courtesy to look chagrined.  The director sat back.

“So, what do you need?  Are you still having issues with that Gaylord order?”

“Naw, I talked to them last week, they shipped it out yesterday. Finally.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Robert Lancaster called me just a bit ago, wanting to donate some items to the museum.  I got the time, so I’ll head to Saugatuck tomorrow to handle it.”

“Well, I know Robert is quite the collector, but do you think there are things we’ll want?  I’m hard pressed to start accepting any old thing again after we finally got the collections cleared up and decluttered.  I know he’s a long-time supporter of the museum, but I don’t know if I can take another ugly piece of furniture with a smile.”  Rosemary laughed at the comment.

“To his credit, he said there were things we probably wouldn’t want, and I doubt he’ll be sad if I said no to some things.  I certainly want to see what books he’s got for us.  We have a few things in the library that probably need to be rotated out into archives for their own protection.

“Besides, I am not going to pass up a chance to swoop in and yank the rug out from underneath Saugatuck.  You know that.  Watching Fred get mad that I got the leg up on him adds ten years to my life.” Rosemary rubbed her hands gleefully, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“You really hate him, don’t you?”  Helen laughed.  Lake Michigan History Center was a charming coastal museum, but everyone agreed their curator was a bit odd.  Rosemary took an instant dislike to the man when she came on Fort Jamison’s staff and over the years, their dislike turned into a mutual hatred.  Like her friendship with Robert, everyone knew Fred was Rosemary’s mortal enemy and vice versa.

“God, yes!  Helen, he’s a dick and greedy as hell.  I don’t trust him any further than I can toss his skinny ass. I am still pissed over the diary!  Mrs. Greenwich assured me that we were getting it and he slithered into the village last year and took it!”  Rosemary’s voice got louder.  “THAT DAMN DIARY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SAUGATUCK, LET ALONE MENTIONS IT!”

Helen laughed harder while raising her hands in surrender and her curator stopped herself before she got too carried away.  Rosemary cleared her throat and drew a deep breath.  Ugh, he always managed to get her riled up even when he wasn’t around.  Damn Fred.

“Sorry, sorry.  I shouldn’t let him get me so mad, but god.  I hate him so much!  So, if Robert Lancaster’s got something that would make Fred die with envy, then by god, I’m gonna bring it home.”

“Alright.  I trust you as usual.  But since you’re here, I want to go over a couple of things with you for this grant so I can get it out Friday.”

The two women moved on to other things and fell into discussion about the future of projects for the museum and how to fund them.

---***---

“Cripes.”

The word was accompanied by a deep groan.  Agent Marcus Pike sat back in his chair to rub his eyes for the third time in less than an hour.  Some intern had dumped four boxes of case files in his office and was coming back with four more.  And the intern was certain there was another half dozen.

When three art pieces were stolen in Canada last year, Pike had been notified as a courtesy from his Canadian counterparts.  Which in and of itself wasn’t unusual, but the notes from the agents there stood out to Pike and he realized that the details match another case he had worked on earlier in the year.  And further digging uncovered almost three dozen cases dating back almost thirty years that carried all the hallmarks of this most recent one.  And more importantly – they were all still open.

He had taken his concerns and theories to the Art Squad chief, Agent Maria Luisa Armand, and with her blessing, assembled a crew to explore these cold cases. Maybe with new technology and eyes, they’d get the lead to solve them all.

The dull throbbing behind his eyes seemed to get worse and he leaned further back in his chair, trying to do some breathing exercises to reduce the pressure.  He let his eyes go unfocused, letting the colored light reflected on his ceiling go blurry.  The stained glass propped up in his office window had been a bit of an indulgence for him, but Pike never regretted the purchase and, in that moment, the colored streaks help bring some sense of zen that he needed.

A knock on his door forced him out of his zone and he sat up to see his partner, Brenda Carmichael, waiting at the door.  He smiled when he saw her and she returned the gesture, coming in to sit in one of the chairs.  The two had been partners for six years and together they had solved dozens of cases and thwarted twice as much.

“Do we have a plan, Carmichael?”

“Yep.  Someone is coming to get these boxes and take them to Conference D, which I commandeered.”

“How did you do that?”

“Threatened to tell Harrison’s wife that he was spending big cash on that escort he’s seeing.”

“Ouch, a little low, don’t you think?”  Pike laughed.

“God no.  Harrison doesn’t ever play nice, so you can’t do it with him.”  She waived her hand and laughed, her tightly coiled hair bouncing as if it was laughing, too.  “Anyway, three junior agents are on the job currently preparing to create the timeline and pulling all the files.  Two more are working to create point of contact lists for witnesses and such. And finally, I think Armand is putting on the coffee.”

“So where does that leave you and me?”  He didn’t think he’d get such a big crew to do this.  Must be a slow day in other departments.  “I want Fitzbender on the NSAF search and follow up, though, before I forget. 

“That’s fine.  And we supervise.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it for now. Until we have more material to work with.  So up off your duff and let’s get going.”

Pike smiled as he pulled himself out of his chair, grabbing his jacket and gesturing to Carmichael to leave first.  If they could solve these cases, it would be the biggest win in the Art Squad’s recent history and Pike really wanted to bring those pieces home where they belonged.

---***----

“Robert, you know I love you, but you have some ugly stuff here.” Rosemary’s nose wrinkled at the stuffed monkey with murderous eyes staring at her from a box.  The only place that creepy thing was going was in the garbage.  She moved on to another open box, pawing through the items that were housed there, pulling out a couple of potentials.

“Yeah, well no accounting for taste, I guess.”  Robert groaned as he leaned over and pulled open another box. He thought he had labelled all of them for the museum, but he realized three of them got mixed up in the junk pile. “God, how did I miss all these boxes. I’m sorry Rosie, I am usually better organized.”

“It’s not a problem, Robert.”  Rosemary walked over with the contents of yet another box, a bounce in her step as she realized she snagged a two-hundred-year-old map of the area that Fred would have murdered her to get for himself.  Her grin was almost feral at the idea that she one upped the old bastard. “Hey, question.”

“What?”  Robert had moved on to a small box on his desk that had a post-it with Rosemary’s name on it.

“What’s with all the cleaning and giving away all of a sudden?  The house wasn’t like this when I visited two months ago.”  She wiped the sweat off her brow and turned to look at him.  He was quiet and she took a moment to really look at him.

She knew from long talks that Robert had been living in the Saugatuck area since the 1990s.  He had come from Chicago, declaring he needed a slower pace and his bookstore was a welcomed addition to the downtown area.  He was highly philanthropic to causes he loved, like the Fort Jamison museum.

After her Pops passed away several years ago, she seemed to lean even more into Robert to fill the empty void and he did so gladly.  As she watched him shuffle about, she grew concerned because he looked more frail than usual.  The man had always been on the thin side, but he looked scarily thin and a thought skittered through her mind that sent a wave of sadness through her.

“Robert, are you sick?”  There was no hiding the sadness in Rosemary’s voice.  When he stopped and hesitated, she didn’t need a verbal answer from him. She walked over from where she was standing and placed her hand on his shoulder, turning him around.  “Robert.”

He bowed his head and wrapped his arms around the younger woman as tight as he could, and she did the same.  He began to cry on her shoulder, and it startled her, causing tears to form in her eyes.  She silently rubbed his back in comforting circles as sobs wracked Robert’s body. They stood there a long time before he quieted down, but even then, Rosemary refused to let him go, hugging him close to her.

He was her friend and she loved him dearly, so if he were dying, it would devastate her.  Robert made a move to pull back and she reluctantly let him go but held onto his arms with her hands to keep him close.  His red-rimmed eyes crushed the broken pieces of her heart.  He sighed.

“Rosie.”  He took a deep breath.  “I met with my doctor last week and I have stage four pancreatic cancer.  He only gave me a few months to live.”

“Oh Robert.”  The tears started up again and she threw her arms around him.  They cried together a second time and the sadness enveloped them. As she held him close, her tears made her voice rough.  “That’s what spurred this on, isn’t it?”

“Yes.  But you’re the only one to know right now.  I didn’t want to tell anyone else until you knew.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Well, for starters, this hug is pretty good.”  He chuckled a little bit.  “And get some of this stuff out of my house.  And then just be my friend until the end.”

“Always.”  She pulled back to look at him.  “But it will be a cold day in hell before that ugly ass monkey comes with me.”

The tension and sadness were broken, letting them laugh a bit through their tears.  They stepped apart and let themselves smile at each other.

“Let’s get lunch and come back to this stuff later.  It’s too nice of a day to miss out on the patio.”

[petork]

-105 please

NB i am told this was meant to say 1-50

thanks queen <3 here we go

1. Who is your favourite ghost?

lately? it's been kitty. and i'm contractually obligated to love the captain

2. If you could see the ghosts like Alison, which one do you think would come the closest to making you want to leave the house?

the obvious answer is julian but probably actually robin, i HATE being spooked (as the asker can attest xx)

3. How would you feel if you couldn’t see the ghosts, but knew they were there, like Mike?

i'd feel mad jealous even though i'd actually have it pretty good. the other person would be trying so hard to tell me how much it sucks and i'd just be like 'but... goast.....'

4. Would you want to see ghosts like Alison, or would you rather be ignorant to their goings and doings?

again my immediate answer is I WANNA SEE THEM but i also know that might suck in many ways. at least for a while. i am not a patient person so i don't know if i could learn to live with them like alison could. but on the other hand... the chance to actually talk to people from the fucking actual past... thinking emoji!

5. If you were a ghost living in the house, would you rather be upstairs with the main nine ghosts, or downstairs with the plague ghosts?

upstairs for sure, sorry to the plague ghosts but i do not want to hang out in a basement for eternity

6. If you were someone who died in the house would you rather be “sucked off” immediately, or would you like to hang around a bit and get to know some of the other ghosts before getting “sucked off”?

i would probably just end up staying forever because i'm scared of the void of death.... <3

7. Which ghost would you miss the most if they were “sucked off” in the next series?

UNBELIEVABLE question? i'd miss ALL OF THEM. but see question 1 also

8. Which ghost do you think you’d get along with the best?

it's hard to say. i think they would all get on my nerves because as said i am not very patient. but the one who would irritate me LEAST... maybe pat?

9. Which ghost would you say you’re most like?

captain. not to be a cliche but i'm gay and repressed. and also irritable and grumpy

10. Which ghost would you say you’re least like?

JULIAN

11. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you love?

(pasted from prev answer) i don’t actually like ship it because he’s definitely older than her, but a couple of people have said kitty sometimes acts like she has a crush on thomas. which is cute to me even if she does need to get better taste (love u kitty xxx)

12. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you don’t quite agree with?

(pasted from prev answer) not so much a specific theory but i disagree with the general idea that anything of consequence went on with the captain and havers. i think it was meant to come across as just a snippet of the captain’s poor sad gay life and, as several brain geniuses have pointed out, due to the timing of germany invading france + the captain’s medals the flashback must have been from a good few years BEFORE he died. and i think the flashback was the last time they ever saw each other, so i don’t think that a) havers has any link to the captain’s eventual death or 2) anything romantic ever happened between them

13. Favourite ship and why?

captain x my cute oc boyfriend because i've tailored it to my exact needs. why ship retail when you can ship bespoke?

14. Least favourite ship and why? (Please be nice though!)

patcap as we all know. like YES i'm a contrary bitch so i don't like things that are popular and i do think i'm better than everyone else... but really idk why exactly i just don't gel with it at all. and when i've tried to read fic in the past it feels to me like their characters are kind of flattened. and i think the captain is too much of a bitch. and i think pat is serving us normie heterosexual. it's the 'cinnamon roll' ship of this fandom and i can't STAND (metaphorical) cinnamon rolls. AND ALSO pat is not the simple soft dad cinnamon roll fandom often makes him out to be! like he is a very nice person but he's also fucked up and insane like all of them. anyway my brain charges extremely low rents

15. If you could go back in time and live in the house/on the property at the same time as one of the ghosts when they were alive, who would you pick?

captain. need to know wtf's going on with him

16. Would you rather inherit the house (and its ghostly inhabitants), or just visit?

realistically... visit. i think i would lose my mind eventually if i lived there

17. Do you think we’ll ever know how every ghost died? Do you think there will be anyone whose death we’ll never learn about?

i hope we do, but i also appreciate that isn't the sole point of the series, otherwise it would be kinda boring and discovering how they died wouldn't be as impactful. if there's anyone's death we don't find out about, i think it would probably be robin? lol what if it was so long ago he just forgot

18. What is your favourite Ghosts fanfiction?

so i'm stupid and i never use bookmarks on ao3..... i've read a LOT of different fics i like but do you think i can revisit them? no! because i'm stupid! so i cannot fairly pick an absolute fave sorry

19. What is your favourite Ghosts fan art?

THIS <3

all the babies and children on here talk about horrible histories the show being 'their childhood'........ put some respect on terry deary's name. and this artist did!

20. Tag 5 favourite Ghosts fandom content creators!

honestly i'm not good with like. knowing people. but here are 5 fanfics i've enjoyed (based on the author's replies in my inbox because, again, i am too stupid to use bookmarks)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287567

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29868645

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28653192

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28067277/chapters/68761830

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26957662/chapters/65795407

21. Are there any historical periods you wish we’d have gotten to see a ghost/ghosts from but didn’t?

(pasted from other post) not to be predictable but i would have liked to see a 1960s ghost. like a mod who crashed his scooter or something. we have enough 20th century ghosts though but i believe the us remake has some kind of hippie ghost…

22. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series?

flashback to the captain getting some. like implied or whatever. i can't cope with him dying a virgin. he needs this

23. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series, but know we probably WON’T get to see?

(pasted from other post) alison meets someone else who can see ghosts, and we get to see the ghosts at THEIR house…. i always love it when we see extra ghosts but i know they probably won’t make any recurring because it would come off as running out of ideas. but i still think they should add a 90s teenager named roy

24. Which lesser-seen characters would you like to see more of in future series?

tbh there's none i can think of that i think we should SEE more of, they get a pretty good balance. there are some i definitely want to learn more about though

25. Are there any characters you wish we’d see less?

don't make me pick a least favourite child </3 but also i think thomas could probably tone it down a bit.

26. Favourite one-liner?

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, MY COMELY NUG - me whenever i order chicken nuggets on just eat

27. Favourite episode?

DON'T EVEN... i like 2x06 and 3x05 a lot

28. Top 5 headcanons for [insert character name here]?

i'm going to do the captain because obviously i am

- he may or may not have been lavender married

- he may or may not have had a drinking problem

- public schoolboy with domineering father, clearly

- IF he had a lavender wife then she spent all her time in the company of her 'odd' female friend who wore men's clothes, smoked cigars and drove a motorbike. the captain was obviously clueless

that's 4 so a cheeky one for fanny:

- she did a lot of medicinal coke

29. Whose costume is your favourite?

kitty. gotta love an ott ballgown

30. Whose costume is your least favourite?

that's an offtopic question. you have been stopped.

31. If you could do a complete redesign of one of the ghosts’ costumes, whose would you change and how?

i would give thomas his double denim

32. If you could play any of the existing ghosts, which one would you want to play and why?

i think i'd be good at playing mary. meek weird girl who says things that don't make any sense? omg she is LITERALLY me

33. Which ghost would you least like to play and why?

julian, i'm not getting my pussy out

34. What one thing would you miss most if you became a ghost and had to live by the same rules as the Button House ghosts?

FOOD. food. eating and food.

35. How do you think one or more of the ghosts whose deaths we haven’t seen died? Or, if we know the cause of death but not the reason for the death (like Mary being burned as a witch or Humphrey being beheaded), why do you think they were killed?

i think mary's execution might have had something to do with her husband's death and her being unfairly accused or something. also like, she just acts kinda weird, and we know how that often played out for women back then...

and i think the captain died in some really boring mundane natural causes way (congenital heart attack or something) but he's stuck around because a) he's never come to terms with the whole h*mo thing and 2) he was just really mad that he died so boringly

36. Favourite [insert character name here] moment?

CAPTAIN GETTING KITTY TO SMILE

37. What do you think [insert character name here] was like when they were alive? Do you think they were exactly the same as they are now, or do you think there were any major or minor differences?

ok i'll do fanny for this one. i think she was less domineering when she was alive, in death she clearly thinks of herself as above the other ghosts and bosses them around, and when she talks shit about george it's not like he can get back at her in any way. but it would be interesting to see how they interacted when both were alive

38. It’s your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

(from prev post) i haven’t seen any movies errr….. maybe austin powers because it’s so sad that julian died just a few years before it came out because he would love it and get really annoying about quoting it all the time and it would be really funny for the captain (who thought the movie was unironic) to have to deal with that. and fanny would NOT COPE.

39. Would you rather share a room with Thomas (constantly sighing and reciting bad poetry) or Fanny (falls out of the window screaming every night)?

fanny. men be quiet challenge

40. If you could do some kind of historical swap (i.e. place a ghost in a different period from their own), who would you choose and what period are they from now?

i would like to give kitty the chance to be a 20th or 21st century girl. maybe an era like the 60s or 80s that was known for daring fashions, i think she would luv it

41. Let’s settle this once and for all. Who’s the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

fanny

42. If the ghosts could eat, what is one food you would like to share with them that they might not have tried before?

doritos tangy cheese, mountain dew baja blast, 4loko. i would make thomas try a jalapeno. i would also make them try my cooking experiments because i do that to anyone i live with

43. You’ve heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn’t often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i’m putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

it's george button and his bitch ass is too scared of his wife to come down. his downfall comes when he finds out there's another gay ghost and simply has to clap them cheeks (he fails)

44. Tell me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

i think alison's probably already introduced him to them but thomas + anything by the smiths. i would also make the captain sit quietly and listen to a tracy chapman cd (for my lover...)

45. What song(s) do you think would annoy certain ghosts the most?

the smiths would annoy everyone except thomas. literally they'd all be trying to re-kill him

46. Who is one actor you’d love to see guest star? What kind of character would you like to see them play?

steve coogan as like. anyone. preferably a ghost. a roman centurion ghost if you wanna get cultural. but seriously i just want alan

47. If you could have one Horrible Histories song in Ghosts (either sung by a ghost/ghosts, or playing on the TV or computer for them to watch), which one would you want it to be and why?

that song about how no 'british' stuff is actually british. like tea. i want julian to melt down

48. What do you think the ghosts’ jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they’re all just chaotic housemates?

captain & kitty: have their own wedding planning company

julian: still a politician but instead of an mp he's like a parish councillor. handforth antics

fanny: headteacher

robin: cool off the shits teacher at same school who undermines fanny wherever possible. deals weed to students

mary: runs a shop selling like healing crystals and incense and dreamcatchers

humphrey: customer service supervisor who actually likes his job because he takes no shit and just fucks with every single customer

thomas: unemployed podcaster

pat: dogwalker

49. What is one modern invention you think [insert character name here] would be surprised or confused by?

fanny would be so baffled by any Feminine Products. when she discovers tampons it's all she can talk about for a week. the mooncup made her go into a coma

50. Name an AU you haven’t seen someone create content for, but which you’d love to read a fic or see some art for.

not to be the way i am but i'd love if anyone ever drew art or something about my au which is a modern-day au where fanny and captain are alison and kitty's divorced parents, julian and robin are captain's brothers and alison's wack uncles, mary is their childhood nanny, thomas is a student lodger at button house, humphrey is a cat and pat is just some guy. but yeah in the past i've had a couple of anons on here mention it and i did melt into a puddle... i think if someone did art i'd explode and die. in a good way like

[genderfluidfuckernamedfox]

The Witch is Sealed

Chapter 1 

A/N: This is my first fanfic and I’m really nervous about posting this but I hope that some feed back might encourage me to post what I write more often.

Italics means flashback

Namjoon x Reader x OC   

fluffy with some angst.  

      There was once a time, in a universe far different from ours, where the Earth was filled with extraordinary beings who possessed strange and unique abilities. These beings were called elementals or chargers but they were more commonly referred to as witches; they lived alongside the humans in peace. The two would help each other grow in knowledge that was ever expanding and art that shaped the idea of beauty for a millennia. It was a renaissance of dreams and aspirations, a time when humanity pushed the boundaries of the natural law with the help of witches. There were no wars, the very idea was inconceivable to the old generation nor was there famine, it was truly a time when the world was at peace with itself. Unfortunately just as quickly as this everlasting peace had blossomed, it collapsed. One witch was all it took. Her soul was corrupted and turned rotten from the inside out, there was nothing but evil and darkness left in her blackened heart. She used her new found dark powers and previous knowledge of the world to massacre thousands of people, not just ordinary humans either, she didn’t care who was caught in the crossfire of her rage. Entire cities were burned with a single wave of her outstretched hand.  

After the dawn had broken the new day, all that was left were the ashes of memories and towns burned to the ground. The evil witch was said to have hung herself as at sunrise, but others have speculated that she still lurks somewhere within the shadows. As a result of her uncontained violence and the utter destruction she released upon the world, a council was called upon to rid the world of witches, the people had turned against each other. The world was abruptly thrown into a dark age, with nothing but slaughter and violence to paint the years. The council consisted of three humans and three witches; together they came to a compromise. The remaining witches would leave the humans domain. The earth they were to live upon was to be hidden from sight. ( a small chunk of land deep within the forest)The new world for witches would be contained and enchanted, so that no human could ever stumble upon it. 

After the witches disappeared, over the years they were forgotten, only a select few were allowed to remember. The council and their descendants were sworn to secrecy. Over the last thousand years however, someone betrayed that promise. Only a century ago the humans openly hated the witches and a group of new age witch hunters would even go so far as to burn someone convicted of being a witch at the stake; just like in the dark ages. As a result of this witches were here on banned from ever leaving their separate domain, a spell was cast, an invisible force kept it hidden from human eye. No one would dare step near it in fear of the consequences of crossing the line that divides the two worlds. That was the original deal, stay on your side and no one gets hurt, but you never know what kind of lost soul could be wandering about the lines that separate our realities.

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      It had started out as any regular day in the cabin like cottage. Except the normally clean living room was a mess with half burnt candles and the smell of sage was left lingering throughout the house. A slight ache pounded through your temples; most likely a result of last night's bonfire event. You and your two roommates had celebrated you passing your midterms with flying colors. They had surprised you when you came home; the two had greeted you at the door with your favorite cake and a few packs of soul juice. More commonly known as soju for short, the amount you consumed explained the small headache. Namjoon and Al were still passed out somewhere in the house. The three of you occupied the small space in the middle of the forest just two miles away from The School of Powers. You had been training under Namjoon and living together with him and Al for the past six months and honestly things were going great.  You all went to the college for chargers and elementals. Al, your older house mate and current best friend, was majoring in spells and enchantments and you happened run into them on the first day of freshman year. 

Walking through the crowded halls whilst trying to find out where your next class was, had proven to be beyond difficult. A few people ran past you in the crowded hallway accidentally knocking you over, you braced yourself for the cold hard wood floor to hit your skin. Yet what you felt were a pair of strong arms enveloping your frame and your back prest to a warm chest. 

“Are you okay sweetie?” a soft voice asked. 

“Y-yeah, sorry I’m just trying to find Enchantments 101,” when you finally turned around to look at the stranger who had saved you from falling, you were met with a rather short boy about 5’3 with the deepest ocean green eyes and jet black hair, his ends dyed a caramel blond and his lips resembled that of a plump rose. He smiled softly as you continued to blatantly stare. He winked at you. 

“Well, since I can tell you think I look good like this,” he motioned to his body, “wait til you see my other form.” Confused and now blushing from embarrassment as you had been caught checking him out, you wait to see what happens. Within the blink of an eye you find that a cute girl resembling him is now stood in front of you. Her hair slightly longer and face more rounded, she throws the same wink at you. Her white hoodie seemed longer and was filled out more in the chest area where as the boy you just saw a second ago in the same sweater was definitely flat chested. 

“The name’s Al, my special ability is form shifting. So I can go from this,” they then shifted back to their original form that you met them in, “to this.” Voice now much deeper but somehow still sounding the same. 

“Wow,” was all you managed to choke out while unable to tear your eyes away from them. 

“Enchantments 101 is the room right across the hall by the way.” You finally gathered yourself enough to smile at them and say a quick thanks. They gently grabbed your shoulder before you left. “You never gave me your name,” realization hit you and you suddenly felt very rude.

 “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, how impolite of me, my name’s Y/n. It’s very nice to have met you.” They chuckled at your sudden panic. 

“No need to be so formal, it’s quite alright. I’ll see you around sweetie, now get to class.” you nodded and headed off to class, for some reason now feeling more at ease in this new school. 

The cabin that you lived in wasn’t big by any means but it has always been super comfy. However since it wasn’t very spacious, whenever someone cooked something on the stove or in the oven, the whole house went up a few degrees. Knowing this, and also knowing that this would definitely make Al uncomfortable because they had to have the house at 75 or below or else. You began to cook some eggs and toast for everyone’s breakfast. There was just something about today, you didn’t know what but you knew that something was going to happen, call it witches intuition. Breakfast seemed like the most pleasant thing that could happen right now. While scrambling the eggs and adding in the cheese you noticed a tall figure emerge from one of the rooms. 

“Y/n?” a deep sleep filled voice asked, “What’s for breakfast?” you turned around and smiled at Namjoon already setting down a plate for him and Al. 

“Scrambled eggs with cheese and some toast.” he nodded, content with your answer. He was dressed in his regular Ryan pajamas, which consisted of a long sleeve button up shirt and matching shorts. His tired eyes meet yours with a sweet dimpled smile, his line of sight shifts from you to the food as he begins to spread butter and jam on his toast. Meeting Namjoon had been weird at first but you were almost immediately comfortable with him. 

In your skill set course, everyone was supposed to show off their abilities to the class on the first day, so far three kids had gone. The first one was a fire starter and he danced around the class with his flames, it was a really beautiful performance and quiet the cool skill by Park Jimin, the applause he received was deafening. The next one could duplicate herself, it was an amazing skill but it also took a lot of her energy away. Since she wasn’t and elemental she couldn’t draw on the forces of nature to supply her magic energy, she had to recharge herself through touch. That’s the problem with having these powers, it’s a give and take relationship. The more you use your power the more it takes out of you. Depending on whether or not you're an elemental or a charger determines where and how much energy you can give or get. She went to her friend for a long hug after almost passing out due to duplicating herself twice. The class waited until she sat down to cheer for her. You thought to yourself that she shouldn’t have pushed to hard and you hoped she’d be okay, but she seemed fine after a few minutes with her friend. Upon closer inspection you could see their name tags the girls name was Lisa and her friend was Jisoo. 

The next skill that you saw sent a chill down your spine; slowly turning your blood to ice. He was an energy manipulator, it’s one of the most dangerous skills out there in the magic world; not to mention extremely rare. The way magic works is that certain people have two types of energy forms. Regular non magics have just one, in simpler terms it’s what’s referred to as the soul and magics have two distinct energy forms, their souls and then their magics. It’s what determines if they can get energy from nature or have specific chargers like people or animals and rarely there are types that charge in isolation, it lets the body know how much energy intake it can withstand before it becomes too much for the person. Being able to manipulate that is truly terrifying. The boy seemed so strong and his skill emphasized that feature ten fold. Jungkook was his name and his demonstration wasn’t exactly what you thought it would be. When he spoke it was gentle, he projected his voice enough for the whole class to hear but it was still soft and the way he spoke was kind.

“Unfortunately I’ll need a volunteer from the audience, my skill has no effect on my own energy or body... I promise I won’t hurt you, my skill is very unique and I’ll admit it can be quite dangerous. I’ve taken many precautions in my life to ensure that I don’t hurt someone. For this demonstration of my skills I’ll suppress the volunteers energy, you’ll feel sleepy and like you’ll need a nap. Once your asleep I’ll stop suppressing it so your natural energy can flow again, waking you up.” Immediately seven or eight hands flew up. You heard the class murmuring about how charming and handsome this guy was, you came to the conclusion that they wanted to be held in his arms while he put them to sleep, because that would be romantic somehow. You decided to raise your hand out of pure curiosity, you didn’t trust him but for some reason that made you feel safer about volunteering. 

“You, please come to the front of the class and stand next to me.” he pointed at you and motioned for you to stand with him. The teachers assistant stood next to you on the other side of Jungkook. 

“You’ll most likely fall or stumble a little so I’ll stand here to catch you.” you nodded as he placed his hands on your arms, barely touching you, glancing at his name tag it read ‘Namjoon’ looking back over at the boy who would temporarily be messing with your energy you gulped feeling your palms begin to sweat. Your nervousness was obvious and Namjoon began to draw soothing circles on your arms in an attempt to calm you. Jungkook noticed this too and looked you directly in your eyes. 

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Sleep.” he whispered the last part as his palm was held up to your face. Your eyelids slowly shut and the next thing you know you’re waking up on the floor with Namjoons body beneath yours. Quickly you stood up but stumbled about momentarily unable to find your balance. Namjoon was quick to his feet, and Jungkook placed his hands on your back to keep you from falling. With them now both holding you on either side your senses had come back and you were now fully alert and unharmed. Looking down you noticed that your glasses however were not unharmed you must have fallen on them or something because they were broken into two pieces. Namjoon leaned down to pick them up as Jungkook apologized for the accident. When Namjoon handed you back your glasses they were completely fixed, not a scratch on them. 

“How did you do that?” you asked still in shock, he sheepishly smiled. 

“That’s my skill, I can bind any object on a molecular level.” you looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes. 

“That’s so cool!”  he smiled again, this time brighter and you admired his deep set dimples and the way his eyes were shaped like crescent moons. The teachers spoke up, voice directed at you. 

“Well miss Y/n, since you’re unharmed and already up here would you like to go next?” you gave a quick nod before turning to look at the class. 

“My skill is levitation.” You got a few ‘ooh’s, and awe’s” from the class. You breathed in deep as you focused on trying to levitate a small object. Pencils are always good for this kind of activity, it started with one, then three, then six pencils were suspended in the air. Eventually everyone’s pencils and pens were floating above their heads, even the teachers cup full of pens were dangling in the classroom. You then began to gently set them back down onto the desks, exhaling as you did so. The class applauded you and Namjoon whispered in your ear.

“Great job Y/n,” as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You smiled to yourself, finding this boy to be utterly captivating.

“Oh my god,” you heard Al’s voice as they shuffled into the kitchen area. “It’s so hot! I feel like I’m in Satan's urethra and he has a UTI.” Their hair was a complete mess and they were wearing nothing but baggy shorts that hung loosely off their hips. Thank god they were in male form or else you and Namjoon might have a heart attack. They looked lovingly at Namjoon as a small smile crept up onto their face. 

“Your hair’s a mess Joonie,” they ran their fingers through his hair gently fixing it. 

“You’re one to talk.” Namjoon rebutted while leaning into Al’s touch, his eyes still halfway closed not completely awake yet. 

“If you keep rubbing his hair like that he’ll fall back asleep” you warned. They nodded and moved their hand back to their lap as they sat down. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right sweetie.” you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the nickname they had given you on the first day you met. These two were your first friends in college and you felt so much love for them both, just as they did for you. 

“Love you should eat. Look at all this food Y/n cooked for us.” love was the first of many nicknames Al gave to Namjoon, he never seemed to mind. The three of you were sat down at the island in the kitchen to finish eating your breakfast. As your mind wandered off, coffee mug in hand and gazing with fondness at the two, you began to reminisce about the first time you saw them both together. 

The library is the perfect place to study for exams and get caught up on coursework. As you walk in the giant building you notice chandeliers hung up high on the large roof and what seemed like miles and miles of bookshelves against the walls and a nice common area with couches and bean bags placed all around. You notice two people studying and quizzing each other from afar. As you walked towards the familiar figures, it was Al and Namjoon, smiling to yourself you walked faster to go greet them. 

“Hi guys!” you waved frantically like an over excited child. They both looked up and smiled at you 

“Sweetie!” Al greeted back and immediately ran up to you to suffocate you in a bone crushing hug. Face now buried in their chest, you were about the same height as them but they wrapped one arm around your head and the other around your back, shoving you into their boobs. You choke out a quiet 

“Can’t... Breath.” they let go placing their hands up 

“Sorry sweetie, I just got a bit excited,” they shyly smiled and looked down avoiding eye contact, you reassured them it was all right and you both went to go sit next to Namjoon. 

“Y/n, it’s so nice to see you again,” he gently patted your back. You had never been one to be a fan of physical affection in particular but something about these two put you at ease. You felt safe with them. You looked down at the table and noticed that there was a scoreboard with their initials on each side of the paper that was split in half. So far Al’s side had 15 marks and Namjoons side only had three. 

“What’s this for?” you wondered aloud. 

“Ah, this,” Namjoon pointed to the scores, “Is a wager, that Al is currently losing.” they looked up at him and pouted. “ I honestly don’t know why you bet on these every time when you know you can’t beat me.” Still curious as to what exactly was going on you figured you might as well ask. 

“So what’s the bet?” Namjoon answered you again. 

“If Al beats me on the scoreboard then I owe them 20 bucks, but if I beat Al then they will buy me black bean noodles for dinner.” You nodded still not quite understanding how the game works. 

“Sounds fun but Al has more marks on their side, so doesn’t that mean that they are winning?” finally finding their voice Al chimed in 

“No, each question that we get wrong is a tally mark on our board so whoever has the highest score loses.” You nodded again 

“Ah, I see. So what subject are you studying?” 

“Spells.” Al and Namjoon said in unison, the three of you looked at each other and chuckled. You spent the rest of the night studying with them and when it was finally time to go, due to the library’s closing hours, Al packed up their stuff and shifted into their male form 

“Come on guys dinners on me.” They winked at both you and Namjoon and you noticed that he tensed up a bit at the sudden change in Al’s form. He bent down next to you as they were almost to the front door. 

“I swear I’ll never get used to how fast they can change forms, it shocks me almost every time.”  he laughed nervously. You gave him a reassuring smile 

“I’m sure you’ll get used to it eventually. Plus it’s a super cool skill to have. I kinda want to talk to them more about it and find out exactly how it works, the same goes for your skill of course, like can you combine any two objects or can you do more than two? you guys are both just so cool.” he smiled down at you a slight blush dusting his cheeks 

“Thanks Y/n, that’s really sweet of you to say. Your skill is cool too, is it only small objects or can you lift anything?” you were about to reply when Al shouted at the both of you. 

“Hey you guys coming or what? We can’t have a sleepover in the library, it’s getting late.” you and Namjoon both jogged to catch up with Al as they were leaving the building. He leaned over and whispered to you “They’re joking, we actually sneak in here every few weeks for a sleepover.”you laughed to yourself, trying to hide your red cheeks from Al and Namjoon. 

A slight drizzle fell from the sky and onto your party of three. Al started laughing and jumping about “Hell yeah!” they exclaimed now taking their shirt off and tying it their waist 

“What are you doing!?” you almost yelled, shocked. 

“Catch me if you can!” they yelled back running away from you and into the storm. Confused you looked to Namjoon to find some answers, he seemed just as shocked as you. 

“What-” you began but were cut off.

“Their an elemental. Specifically they get their energy from storms and rain.” you also being an elemental understood this, however you got your energy from being in the forest, it must be inconvenient for their elemental to be storms because the area that you are in usually has really great weather. you looked in the direction that Al went, they had completely disappeared from sight. 

“Do you know where they’re going? And also how the heck are we supposed to catch up with them?” he nodded 

“Yeah there’s a Korean restaurant a few streets from here, and we can catch up to them if you get on my back.” your eyes nearly bulged out of your head 

“What do you mean!? Wouldn’t that slow us down?” he laughed at your expression 

“Calm down, I’m no elemental but luckily my charger is people. So if you get on my back I can carry you while you charge my energy. Sound good?” he asked with cautious eyes probably sensing that you were uncomfortable. You nodded and climbed onto his back, nuzzling your face into his neck you suddenly felt very tired. He was so warm against you and it felt good compared to the cold in the air. He chuckled and whispered “cute” under his breath at your already half asleep form. You closed your eyes for just a minute but when they reopened you were already at the restaurant. Al waving at you both from a booth, they had shifted back to their female form and thankfully put their shirt back on. You all sat down at the booth enjoying your warm meal and talking about your majors and general life goals. It was a beautiful time with friends who you really began to cherish.

An abruptly loud crack of thunder aroused you from your thoughts, at the sound you jumped. Next to you, Al’s entire body perked up and they walked straight out the door. 

“Sorry I gotta go guys, I’ll be back before dark. Love you!” they left while grabbing a white tank top off the back of the sofa, refusing to look anywhere but forwards. Their plate still warm on the island between you and Namjoon. 

“Oppa, should we be worried about them?” you turned to him voice laced with concern, using the name he had told you to call him upon you two becoming friends, you only used it when you were worried or tired though and today you were both. He stuck his hand out to ruffle your hair. 

“I’m sure they’ll be fine baby.” he smiled kindly at you as you blushed at the nickname. 

“Let me get the dishes,” he stood up cleaning off the counter and washing the dishes as promised. You plopped down onto the couch ready to watch some netflix 

“Hey, do you wanna watch Mulan?” he shuffled over to the living room to look at the screen. 

“Sure,” he said before sitting down beside you. You looked over at him after pressing play. 

“Do you wanna cuddle?” he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“You will most definitely fall asleep if we do, you know I take energy from people.” you nodded.

“I know but I’m already sleepy and kinda worried about Al. I’d rather sleep than worry.” he then brought you into his arms, head resting on his chest as you listened to his heart beat. 

“Okay” he spoke gently, “I’m sure they’ll be fine.” he reassured you while running his fingers through your hair. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Al to cuddle with him, he did gather energy from touching and sensing others. It was also just nice for the three of you to cuddle sometimes. Slowly you drifted off into a deep sleep, what had started out as a weird dream filled with giant school books soon turned into a nightmare when you were crushed by the weight of a giant mathematics book. Suddenly you’re back home sitting at your desk that has clusters of notes and crumpled up sketches. The book open in front of you is an old journal that you used to keep ‘hey, I remember this.’ the door burst open almost flying off its hinges. 

“Y/n!” a deep familiar voice filled with anger screamed at you. “What the hell is this?” the tall man held up a sheet of paper, it was the first time you had ever documented your skill in levitation, you managed to lift up a small pebble on the playground and throw it two feet in front of you. You were so excited and proud of yourself you wrote it down, along with the next few tries. The man starts advancing towards you, you try to move but your limbs are numb and the only feeling left in your body is paralyzing fear. A sudden pain shot through your scalp, tears burned your eyes as your vision blurred. 

“Dad,” you brokenly sobbed out as he sent you flying into a wall. 

“No daughter of mine could be a magic, filthy witch.” venom spewed from his lips “Your whore of a mother must have been fucking around with a magic.” Hearing him speak of your deceased mother that way sent rage filled tears streaming down your cheeks. The look in his eyes was that of pure hatred, never had you thought he would act this way toward you. Sure he was strict and never very loving but he never laid a hand on you, not until that day.

You woke up crying into Namjoon's chest, breath short and eyes puffy. He must have dosed off as well because he sleepily grunts upon feeling you shift, gently rubbing his eyes. your body stiffens, not wanting to wake the sweet boy beneath you. He really was a beautiful person, so kind and handsome, you’d hate to make him worry. The way that the dim light hit his face giving him an unearthly glow, your heart could so easily fall in love with him if your brain didn’t know better. You slowly made your way off the couch taking care not to disturb his deep slumber. Weather like this always did this to the two of you. You’d sleep the whole day away if it wasn’t for Al’s loud personality keeping everyone more than awake. They’d always disappear for a while, never longer than three hours though. An overwhelming feeling of worry settled in the pit of your stomach. Realization hit you, they had left this morning and it was now dark outside. You felt like crying again, what could have happened to them? This late at night there’s no way that something bad didn’t happen to them. Your thoughts ran wild, but the more rational part of you dialed their phone number. Unfortunately you heard it ringing from on the island in the kitchen. They had really dropped everything and left this morning. Before you could start panicking the door was thrown open as a flash of lightning brought about another downpour of rain. Al stood in the doorway eyes halfway hidden by their drenched black and caramel locks, pupils blown wide and chest heaving up and down frantically. You noticed a large gash on their right upper arm. Lips parted trying to take in more oxygen as blood trickled down from their busted lip.

 “I fucked up.” Was all that they uttered before grabbing you by the hand and dragging you to the bathroom. 

“Woah, woah, slow down, what do you mean? Where the hell have you been? I was so worried. Tell me what’s going on,” you demanded. They grabbed your face, gently caressing your cheeks with their thumbs, looking into your eyes. 

“I promise I will sweetie, I’ll tell you everything but I need some help with this first okay?” they said getting the first aid kit out of the bathroom cabinet. You nodded taking over for them. “If we have any of that numbing potion we made a while back for shit like this I’d really love some right about now. This hurts. A lot.” you nodded finding the small purple bottle. Placing two drops on the wound causing them to sigh in relief, their shoulders dropping as they began to relax. 

“It looks like it needs stitches. We’ve got some healing tape, that should work.” they nodded giving you permission to place the sticky bandage on the gash. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” It was odd that they weren’t using the nickname they gave you. Something about it was unsettling and the air in the bathroom was now very tense. You searched for an answer to all your questions in their eyes. You took time to admire the small features about them that you haven't noticed before, like the baby freckles that lined the center of their face and the small hickey shaped birthmark on their neck next to two more prominent freckles, like constellations, they were beautiful. Al looked back at you, as if they were looking into your soul. It felt so intimate yet almost normal, their gaze drifted down to your lips before they quickly moved off to the side, avoiding eye contact. “I need to tell you what happened.” they ran their fingers through their still damp locks. 

Suddenly grabbing your hips, placing you in a sitting position on top of the toilet seat. “I like to run around the border.” They stated simply. Your eyes widened in disbelief, sure you knew that Al like to play around and be mischievous a lot but that was something that was strictly forbidden by the council. It was dangerous and they proved that today by coming back home a bloodied mess. What the hell were they thinking? Biting back your anger for their reckless behavior you waited quietly for them to continue. “First of all I know it's dumb and I'm sorry for making you worry but there is something going on here that we don't know about,” their eyes fell upon you once again as they continued. “I think we have a witch hunter problem on our hands.”

[sundaynightnovels]

11/11/11

i’ve been tagged by the ever-so-amazing @kidsarentallwrite , so thank you! love seeing your answers as always hahaha and am always thankful that you remember me for these games <3  1. Go to song when you need to get into the mood to write? sad songs. usually my favourite jay chou song, or some really sad hua chenyu pieces. but yea, always sad mandopop.  and then i write a funny scene right HAHAHAHA ok no not always (my recent snippet was following a sad hcy song and it is ... hm. is it sad? i don’t know.) 2. Dream director for a film/television adaption? taikaaaa yoooooo!!! shout out to my best boy i can’t wait to watch jojo rabbit!  edgar wright in the lines of the cornetto trilogy &/ scott pilgrim like man the cornetto trilogy was l i f e  stephen chow for the most ridiculous nonsensical situational comedy that takes place in my wip (i’m thinking the fish scene, yall know that elusive fish scene that i always name-drop but never go into specifics about - gimme that in the style of kungfu hustle’s strongest woman!) 3. If you ever saw your WIP go to stage, is more likely to be a play or a musical? musical. it’d be a very boring play since nothing happens, and it’s ridiculous enough for the characters to break out in random musical numbers and still be valid. on immediate thought i can imagine teng wailing into the night singing a song about a forlorn love while zhen throws a shoe at him and jun sings a bad back-up harmony and ren is just there in the corner, rubbing at his temples and shou will act the part of the audience on stage and cheer and throw flowers and wail equally loudly in tears of absolute astonishment and delight yes. 4. Favourite thing you’ve written? eh. in my wip, or in general???? honestly i can’t think of anything. sometimes when i’m re-reading my writing / drabbles / whatever, in hindsight im like ‘whoa i wrote that??’ and then i re-read it AGAIN and im like ‘ew, i wrote that?’ and the cycle repeats x100 my favourite thing from my wip so far though, i think i have an actual scene for that. it’s this scene after all of them listens to this story. they are really affected by it, though none of them show it, and the next day shou just goes wandering around the streets and has this sorta experience and  it’s written a little vague, a little dazed and confused but also really... hm. kinda magical-ish and surreal and i think it was written pretty ... nicely. yea. HAHA. (maybe i’ll let you read it someday *winks* HAHAHAHAHA) 5. Top five authors, go! ME.  jk hahahahahaha. do i mean just kidding or do i mean jkr? who knows?? okay in all seriousness i love leigh bardugo, i love marie lu, ofc i love my man rick riordan and my childhood hero roald dahl. the last one’s for grabs, who wants to throw their name into the hat?  6. Biggest influences to your writing? idk, a lot of things. music and musical scenery (as in, yknow, certain visualisations you get when listening to songs & its mood and atmosphere etc. also i was watching pavarotti the other day for work, yknow the film about italian opera tenor luciano pavarotti? and in that film they mentioned something pretty interesting, in that in italian opera they first write down the lyrics, and then only after do they compose music to go with the lyrics so that each music strand is as evocative of the feeling of the word as possible, and i think that’s really cool) humour, definitely. most of my OCs came about from a line of dialogue that i just needed them to say. yes they are all manifestations of words. isn’t that all characters?  but really. mostly just a sort of feeling. can’t really describe it. that’s why i have a hell of a difficult time getting inspirations huh? 7. What do you use more, first/second/third person? when i was younger i used to do first person, but now i can’t stand to do first person hahaha it’s just a little odd for me i need my third-person. sometimes i can’t really bear to read first-person either, at least since i’ve grown older. i don’t really know why, can’t pinpoint it. some first-persons are really good though. 8. What social media would your OCs have? uhhhh i’m not a big social media person, so i don’t really know. i’ve stopped using instagram since the beginning of this year, and it’s odd because people never remember that i don’t use instagram. it’s like a thing that everyone assumes that everyone has and uses, i guess -- it just can’t stick in their minds that i’m not anymore. just an interesting observation 9. Why do you write the genre you write? the more important question is, what is my genre? HAHAHA. okay i don’t know, i just like writing character and character interactions and i love introspective pieces (even though mine, arguably, isn’t particularly introspective since no one wants to think in that, tsk, typical humans) 10. Team Edward or Team Jacob? when i read the books i was a 100% team jacob, until he went and imprint on a newborn baby and i was like ew bro what’s wrong with you so i’m team no-one now. both sides are creepy, unfortunately. 11. What’s your guilty pleasure movie? no guilty pleasures! not ashamed of letting people know what films i enjoy watching HAHA  i am a very conventional film-viewer and i like commercial stuff with mass appeal. sue me. like even though i’m writing film reviews for my internship right now and you’d assume i’d be all art-house and stuff, but like, no that stuff takes up too much brain energy i like fun, mass-appeal commercial stuff that forces you to engage in it and use your brain, whether during / after the film. that’s why parasite is fking amazing and it’s my favourite film of this year. if you haven’t watched it, WHY THE HELL NOT?  tagging a few peeps at @coffehousecreations @bahay-kubo @insearchof-solace @kaigods @aslanwrites @bookenders @mvcreates @tenacious-scripturient @inexorableblob @focusdumbass questions under ‘read more’!

1. why did you choose writing as a medium instead of other artistic endeavours? 2. what language(s) would you love your wip to be translated into, and why? 3. how would you describe your own writing? 4. who do you look up to the most in the writeblr community, be it their energy or personality or writing? 5. give yourself three compliments in terms of your own writing ability! you deserve it!  6. how much does real-world events translate into your writing? 7. what is your all-time favourite film? 8. how would you rate your writeblr experience as of now? how has it differed from your prior expectations? 9. what trope / inspired scene do you want to put in your wip, but haven’t? 10. give us a summary of one of your earliest wips! 11. what do you enjoy reading most from another person’s writing? bonus question (for, ahem, personal reasons): have you watched parasite? why / why not? what do you think of it?

[gremlinkweenarchive-blog]

Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My! 

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: So, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think! 

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, and @moonagecordelia

"I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?"

"Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that's not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out."

"... Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?" No, it really didn't, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she'd believe him.

"You should probably take care of him."

"Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope."

He scoffed, "Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart."

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. This was fucked up. "No."

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

"I said no. He's just trying to survive like you. I'll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?"

Jim's cheeks heated to a slight pink, she was right, but it was just difficult when you were the pray. "I don't think that's a good idea. It's probably going to end badly."

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that's not what she said. "I think it's going to be fine."

".... Okay, if you say so." Jim was still so unsure of this. "Just move him please."

"Yeah, no problem."

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn't an easy feat, but you did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she's been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn't imagine he'd be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she'd really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad's old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

"Hi there, Y/N, a little la-" a familiar voice called, but with the night's events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"Hi, Rory. Sorry, it's been a night." Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock's favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. You really weren't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he just always had been a night owl.

"I could see that," his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. "Dragging in buckets of sea water?"

"It's an art project," She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. "You know, for processing trauma. I read about it."

"Okay then, Y/N," he was unsure, but he was going to drop it.

"I'm going out for more things." She didn't know when to stop talking apparently.

"Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful," he wished her well, "It's a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight."

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. "Will do, you get some rest."

"You too, dear."

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. It wasn't hard to get it, but she found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats.

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn't know what it could be. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. "Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let's just get this over with."

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds biting in much passed down the fur. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it's full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. "Don't even think about it, buddy," she said firmly and the wolf's ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

"I've got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he's going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you're hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick."

It looked like it was debating something it's head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it's ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

"Come on, let's go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up."

He limped along with you, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn't too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory's house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out against the beam. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. "Go upstairs, it's the room with the lights on."

The wolf looked at you uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its' shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn't waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn't think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

"Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but," the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

"Uhhh, Y/N," Jim called from the bathroom. "What was that?"

She turned around and went to the door. "I might have made another new friend tonight." The wolf's head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

"That's an alpha werewolf."

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim's neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn't help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. "Why was he growling at you?"

"I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds."

The monstrous animal's ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

"Be nice. She doesn't know anything and you can't talk in that form," Jim chided with a small smile.

"You don't need to rub it in!" She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

"Werewolves don't need stitches, particularly alphas. He'll be fine by tomorrow night, you won't even know that he was hurt."

She nodded, but then stopped. "Why did he come with me then? If he didn't need help."

Jim's eyes were practically shining with mischief. "He probably thinks you're cute."

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

"Or he had other reasons, I'm just," He had to think about it. He wasn't sure about the human word for this. "Having my fun?" He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

"I didn't realize I was opening my door to such jokesters," but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out, "Well, I think I'm going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?"

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn't have them in the ocean.

"I'll go get one for you away."

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

"This is very comfortable. What did you call this?"

She chuckled, "A pillow. Goodnight, Jim."

He smiled, "Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again."

"It's no problem." With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn't coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat .... Then she saved a merman .... Then they got attacked by a vampire ..... and then she picked up a werewolf ..... and now there's a merman in  her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was.... weird. This was a weird night. This couldn't have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn't real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal's tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn't let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

[rivenroad]

Things for RP partners to know or whatever this is called

Here is a nice picture of Yvon just for illustration purposes.

I like to be called: Rowan

My favourite colours are: Blue-greens, gold, purple

Gender: Male

Things you should know about me:

I take things pretty slow. I much prefer long-form roleplay and to talk on discord rather than shorter and more immediate stuff, though it’s also fun to do some in-game and events from time to time, whatever is most appropriate for the mood. 

It also takes me a while to get to know people, I don’t always feel up to chatting every day and prefer to take things easy. I can be a bit reclusive.  

This probably makes me seem intimidating and difficult to get to know, but it’s just because life is tough, like many people I have mental health stuff going on and I only have so much energy - that said, it’s very important to me to be considerate, patient and understanding; to communicate clearly with people even if it’s not necessarily frequent, and I am deeply passionate about my interests, my art and my characters.

Additionally, even if it takes a while, it’s important to me that I get to know someone pretty well before we consider roleplay, so we can discuss what we want out of it. There’s always some spontaneity in RP, of course, and that’s exciting, but I want to be sure our goals and interests are compatible, and maintain an atmosphere where either party can speak up if they’re not satisfied with something, without any hard feelings. I appreciate it when people are polite but honest and I aim to be the same. 

I want to meet other creative people and talk about what we do, about ideas and processes and so on, to form a connection more than I want to find roleplay specifically.

Things you should know about my muse(s):

I know a lot of people say this, but I really do put a lot of myself into them and they’re extremely important to me. Yvon is definitely the most similar to me as a person, but all of them are heavily informed by my own experiences in life, as well as other people I’ve known, and all kinds of things I find interesting: history, fiction, culture, I have a lot of influences and there’s a lot of care and attention that goes into them. 

There’s a lot of  delving into psychology and some pretty heavy themes at times. Many of them are the types of character who would be typically antagonists or at least anti-heroes in a story, but don’t always think of them as villains, more like just real people with a lot of complexity. 

I’m somewhat selective about what I do with them, but I do appreciate the opportunity to put them in new situations where appropriate, because it helps to form them as people just as a variety of real life experiences do.

First Language: English

Second Language: None I can speak or write fluently, though for the sake of interest I’m learning Japanese and can read some basic German and French.

Age Range: I'm over 25 and prefer to interact with people who are 21+, preferably closer to my age or older.

Am I okay with NSFW?: yes | no | depends I enjoy a variety of NSFW content, sex and other mature themes, and I will not shy away from writing this out in detail because I think it’s interesting and informative to explore. That said, I am selective about who I do this with and who my characters get involved with in terms of relationships. With the right person I’m down to talk about it, but I’d prefer it not to be expected of me.

My favourite/most common thing to roleplay is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | plots | darker themes | other | I enjoy stories about people. That can cover a pretty broad range. Sometimes it’s light-hearted, sometimes it’s pretty dark and as stated above I like tackling mature themes in various forms, violence is fine where appropriate, there’s not much that is strictly off-limits on that end, though it should be discussed OOC beforehand. I’m not really into “crack”, though, or stuff without much of a driving force behind it - I would say plot but there doesn’t necessarily need to be a plot so much as... an engaging factor? I’m completely down to roleplay two people just going about their daily lives or sitting down and having a conversation if there’s something interesting to explore in terms of their personalities and dynamic, for example. 

I’m also potentially interested in more experimental or abstract writing, explorations of character in which not a lot of “action” technically happens... this isn’t something I see much in roleplay because it’s hard to pull off, but basically I’m just looking for interest and intrigue and depth. That could be a more straightforward realistic scene, or something a bit different to the usual fare. Basically I like to look for various ways in which I can collaborate with others in art or writing, and this can take a lot of forms. 

It may take some planning but I’m also down for AUs and other original stuff, I do have one for my characters already which is best described as urban fantasy (based on playing them in the Sims and Shadowrun). 

OC friendly?:  I think this question is more appropriate for roleplayers in fandoms that are not as OC-focused as XIV, haha. I’m not really interested in RPing with canon characters so OCs are somewhat mandatory, though I don’t object to characters with relationships to NPCs or having them make minor appearances where appropriate. 

RP blog: does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts | occasionally contains ooc posts | aesthetic | This isn’t really a roleplay blog so much as hub for documenting things. Some of my characters have their own blogs which compile original content and aesthetic posts. 

Tagged: by @lheott ages ago (thanks!) and also saw a ton of people fill it out in various forms. Not gonna tag since I’m unsure who has done it but I like reading these.

[nebulaegem]

Tag~

I was tagged by @itsahuman ayyy thanks!!

Rules: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people!

The last: 1. Drink - glass of milk 2. Phone call - dad 3. Text message - dad 4. Song you listend too - Two Cents by Emily Zeck 5. Time you cried - i don’t remember probably like a week ago  6. Dated someone twice - no 7. Kissed someone and regretted it -No  8. Been cheated on -No. 9. Lost someone special -No 10. Been depressed - yep 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - i don’t like pushing it so no List three favorite colors: 12. purple 13. blue 14. black In the last year have you: 15. Made new friends -Yes?  16. Fallen out of love -No. 17. Laughed until you cried -Yep 18. Found someone who talked about you- not really i mind my own business 19. Met someone who changed you - no 20. Found out who your friends are - sadly yes  21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list - no General: 22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life - almost all of them give or take 2 or 3 23. Do you have any pets - no sadly i don’t have the funds or space 24. Do you want to change your name - nope 25. What did you do for your last birthday - went to knotts berry farm  26. What time did you wake up - 8:30 am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night - laying in bed, wallowing in self pity  28. Name something you cant wait for - OC fair is coming! also a trip to San Fran  29. When was the last time you saw your mom - 30 minutes ago 

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life - many many things 31. What are you listening to right now - a youtuber playing the isle 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - no??? 33. Something that is getting on your nerves - my job 34. Most visited website -Tumblr 35. Elementary -Finished. 36. Middle school -Finished. 37. High school - finished 38. Collage - Gonna be a super senior YEET 39. Hair color - i dyed it a reddish brown but its faded to a reddish caramel. my roots are back so its a wierd mix of dark ass brown and the lighter color. i need a haircut tbh 40. Long or short hair - Short 41. Do you have a crush on someone -No. 42. What do you like about yourself - i’m empathetic  43. Piercings -My ears but i don’t really wear earings 44. Blood type -Idk and ive been meaning to donate to find out 45. Nickname - Jaz, jazzy 46. Relationship status -Single. 47. Pronouns -She/her. 48. Favorite tv show - Voltron, Steven Universe, documentaries (im a kid sssshh)  49. Tattoos - none atm but im designing my first rn :) 50. Right or left hand -Right. 51. Surgery - had my lazy eye operated on about 16 years ago 52. Sport - baseball but ill never watch a sport willingly

 53. Vacation - God I wish. I would prefer a road trip tho 54. Pair of trainers - a what now  55. Eating - all day, anytime of day im down for most things but breakfast is my jam 56. Drinking - get me them mixed, fruity ass drinks and ill love you 57. Im about to - stay up late even though i have to work tomorrow 58. Waiting for - my paycheck  59. Want -Money  60. Get married - no  61. Career - something in art idfk Which is better: 62. Hugs or kisses -Hugs. 63. Lips or eyes - eyes 64. Shorter or taller -Taller but i love my short peeps 65. Older or younger - around the same age please (1 or 2 year age difference) 66. Nice arms or nice stomach - arms 67. Sensitive or loud - i prefer to listen to people so i guess loud but sometimes i need an ear too 68. Hook up or relationship -Relationship. 69. Troublemaker or hesitant - my nervous ass aint ever been a trouble maker im a good boring noodle Have you ever: 70. Kissed a stranger -No. 71. Drank hard liquor - yes  72. Lost glasses/contact lenses - no 73. Turned someone down -No. 74. Sex on first date - my ace ass says no  75. Broken someones heart -No. 76. Had your heart broken -No. 77. Been arrested -No. 78. Cried when someone died -Yes 79. Fallen for a friend -No. Do you believe in 80. Yourself - not as much as i should 81. Miracles - sometimes  82. Love at first sight - No 83. Santa Claus -No. 84. Kiss on the first date - No  85. Angles - No 86. Fate - some actions inevitably lead to certain outcomes but the future is never really set in stone  87. Ghosts -Yes  88. Supernatural - yes Other: 89. Current best friends name - Abbie, Amy

90. Eye color -Dark Brown. 91. Favorite movie - I always blank on this but Spirited Away is coming to mind  92. People you can trust - My sister and my best friend I tag @thegirlwithmultiplepersonas @commanderauri @zeearbitrator @mirandaskeyes @autobotdrift anyone else who sees this tag me i want to see

[omelettedufromage-24601]

Get to know me

I got tagged by @dimancheetoile thank you dear I enjoyed doing this~

THE LAST:

 Drink: milk

Phone call: my grandma

Text message: @dimancheetoile

Song you listened to: Stereo Hearts by Gym Classe Heroes

Time you cried: two days ago

HAVE YOU:

Dated someone twice: no

Kissed someone and regretted it: no

Been cheated on: no

Lost someone special: yes

Been depressed: yes

Gotten drunk and thrown up: almost

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

1-3: Blue, red and yellow

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made new friends: yes, both IRL and on tumblr :3

Fallen out of love: no

Laughed until you cried: yes

Found out someone was talking about you: no

Met someone who changed you: yes

Found out who your friends are: I'm not getting this question :')

Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL:

How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them except one or two persons.

Do you have any pets: one cutie cat

Do you want to change your name: no

What did you do for your last birthday: tried to invite all of my friends to enjoy some time at the beach with them :D

What time did you wake up: 7:30 am

What were you doing at midnight last night: trying to draw a prompt

Name something you can't wait for: be in England and everything's all good and well so I don't have to worry about anything anymore.

When was the last time you saw your mom: this morning

What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: rn my parents' relationship

What are you listening right now: Angie by the Rolling Stones

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no (what is this question xD)

Something that is getting on your nerves: anything implying discrimination (racism, homophobia, sexism, xenophobia and all this shit).

Most visited website: tumblr

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME:

Mole/s: nah not really

Mark/s: I have a little scar on my right knee and a needle's mark on my left shoulder but that's all

Childhood dream: make people dream through my writing or art

Haircolor: brown

Long or short hair: long – too long gotta change that

Do you have a crush on someone: no

What do you like about yourself: I think I'm a kind person and I'm ready to do my best to help people feel better and at ease.

Piercings: no

Bloodtype: I literally forgot about it

Nickname: Juju, Cookie Parker, Omu

Relationship status: married art

Zodiac: Leo

Pronouns: She/her

Favorite TV Show: Zorro, always in to watch it

Tattoos: no

Right or left hand: right

Surgery: no

Hair dyed in different color: no

Sport: not anymore, sometimes I run, but I used to play badminton and ski and I miss that

Vacation: more like fake ones but yeah

Pair of trainers: what

MORE GENERAL:

Eating: it's summer so watermelon and light stuff, and oc yogurts

Driking: water, milk, cider/beer

I'm about to: cry on that fanart I can't do right but still work on it until it's over and finish the last BnHA episode

Waiting for: inspiration to hit me

Want: a job, to improve so much I could actually sell what I like to draw, to sleep more, and my family to get better

Get married: maybe, but not in church

Career: French teacher in a foreign country or comics artist

WHICH IS BETTER:

Hugs or kisses: hugs

Lips or eyes: eyes

Shorter or taller: taller

Older or younger: age doesn't do maturity

Nice arms or nice stomach: nice stomach

Sensitive or loud: sensitive

Hook up or relationship: relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: no

Drank hard liquor: yes

Lost glasses/contact lenses: lost sunglasses

Turned someone down: no

Sex on the first date: no

Broken someone's heart: not that I'm aware of

Had your heart broken: yes

Been arrested: no

Cried when someone died: yes

Fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

Yourself: lately no

Miracles: maybe

Love at first sight: yes

Santa Claus: I did I guess?

Kiss on the first date: why not

OTHER:

Current best friend name: I don't organize my friends wth XD I just am more close to some of them from time to time.

Eyecolor: clear brown

Favorite movie: Mamma Mia

What the heck was this it was so long to do. As usual I don't force you but if you want to do it @petite-neko @conspacelien @miss-littlegiant @castorlovescourgette @lux-morningstar @dididdou @wolfliorchi @hanihana @ice-kachang-hotpot-todoroki @blueflamebird @lululawlawlu 

[mistergothlord]

Ask you anything: What is your biggest regret?

Again, apologies for the lack of response. Apparantly, the Tumblr app enjoys being an impulsive rodent when it comes to inbox notifications.

As for the question, I can go on and on about my regrets, some that are far as simple and useless, and the other more reasonable and still haunt me to this day.

These three, however, remain as a stain.

1.) The first mistake I made was tampering with multiple fandoms, specifically the WC and STH fandom, when I was just a younger lad. I wanted to see how angry the people would get just by drawing the worst crack ships unimaginable, playing a personality of a thirteen-year-old freak, create satirical OCs, and the constant adult jokes equivalent to Seth MacFarlane.  It was so hostile that people went as far as posting my art onto bad art blogs, and I had to immediately stop just to tell the people who ran the blogs to take it down. I left the fanbases a year after the incident, never to speak of it again.

Whenever I think back to when I was younger, it gets all over my head like the plague to where I don’t even eat for a day. It’s just a middle school regret, yes, but it’s the worst. Fortunately though, all of this idiocy was how I met my first few online friends within a week and how I joined an animation team full of MLP fans.

And even to this day, I always set up an FAQ on my DA, telling people not to post my art on other websites without my consent.

2.) The second one was a creation of an OC I made back in 2013, who I won’t mention at all or even ever, because it’s just that grotesque.

I’ve long feared that this regret would be brought up again, and the pain is more than I can bear.

I remember when I used to run multiple ask blogs to where my sister would ask me, “How are you handling all of them at once?” The answer was that I was extremely addicted to MLP and DCMK at the time, and those two were all I could think about. Of course, I tried to get her to watch it, but she kept running away whenever I forced her on my chair, but that’s another story.

Anyway, the character I made back in 2013 was just a basic “Black and blue” kind of original character you’d find on the internet, complete with a tragic backstory, bizarre plotholes that barely connect, and Homestuck handwriting. However, people didn’t really care about the character, and I was delighted when people would come to ask my character one question after another, so much so that I would draw their character, and they would reblog it, and I’d happily watch as the notes arise above.

This is where it leads to the story of my ex-friend.

I remember when we met each other on Tumblr, with each other envious with our art styles. I would enjoy everything they drew, and would try the best I can to motivate them. I even went as far as talking to their friends, too! Ah, I would go to all the things we’ve done, but that’ll be all you’ll know.

One day, I went way too far with our characters, and they called me out for behaving immaturely. We didn’t talk for a month, and I had a plethora to think about for my actions, since all I’ve done was spamming the tags to no end and roleplaying with other RP blogs. Say it wasn’t my fault, but I was responsible for my unforgivable deeds. Of course, we started talking again, but they began to become toxic, mostly by gossiping behind my back with their other friends. I began to do all that I can to make prove that I was loyal, and that created a huge disaster on my mental health. 

The more toxic they were, the more I hated the character I created. In hopes I can start over, I decided to change my character’s design and personality, but I was still continued to be treated like a burden. Eventually, by the end of the year, I decided that they’ve pushed me past the breaking point, and immediately removed them from my life. I’ve went as far as avoiding them.

All of this was because I created a character that destroyed my health and my relationship. While I usually forget things for about an hour or even two days, this took me about two years to forget that this ever happened AND to get back up again. But the worst part was that it nearly damaged my reputation as an artist, and thank bloody god I sold them away to another artist.

And that, comrades, is how not to create a character for people to like! :D

3.) My first boyfriend. 

Oh, middle school days was always about getting yourself a nice fiance and doing the best in the bed. However, I was told by my family to never get a boyfriend, because they constantly watched Fox News everyday, and I had to sit in my desk and watch in envy as I saw one girl after another kiss their precious sweetheart in public.

One day, a friend of mine went up to me and started asking me personal questions, such as what do I like to draw, what place do I love going to, etc. This would only force me to run away as fast as I could to my P.E class. This would continue for about a month, until he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. I was as ignorant as a runt at the time, and I was already under his spell, so accepting them was all I could do.

We exchanged phone numbers, called each other silently every Saturday, and subject his little brother to torment. We were in love so much, but it didn’t last as long as it would. When my big sis found out, boy did I get a long lecture on why I shouldn’t get a boyfriend, and forced myself to break up with him.

After that, he kept crawling back to me, and I started to realize that my sister was in the right all along, for he revealed that he just wanted to get in my pants, and was found with ANOTHER girl who was two years older than him. In anger, I told my sister about this, and we were nearly close to plotting his demise, via beating him up mercilessly.

He still talked to me in high school, but he then disappeared during my final weeks as a freshman. I discovered that he literally had another girlfriend and got them pregnant, and was expelled from the school after she died. To say the least, he was one of those people who made me declare myself to never fall in love again. That went the same for another girl who attempted to ask me out on a date.

And that was also how I obtained the personality of any protagonist in any film noir you can think of.

[soreiya]

Tagged by @zelo-s Sorry that this is really super late. LAST… [1] drink: Orange juice [2] phone call: I have no social life so if I have called anyone it was most likely just a Dr.'s office or something. [3] text message: A guy from the Tales of Community on Facebook messanger.......... [4] song you listened to: The BGM while playing Zelda: Breath of the Wild [5] time you cried: Probably yesterday. I thought about some things I talked about with my ex friend's mother the day before. HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: Never dated anyone ever... [7] been cheated on: No [8] kissed someone and regretted it: No [9] lost someone special: I don't know. [10] been depressed: ha haha ha ha ha.... [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: I do not drink. LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: (I'm just going to leave the colors that were already listed. Since they remind me of my OC.) [12] Azure [13] Pink [14] Purple IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: I really don't know. [16] fallen out of love: No [17] laughed until you cried: No... Though it's possible I laughed while crying. [18] found out someone was talking about you: Yeah... The ex friend always has negative things to say about me. [19] met someone who changed you: No, I am the only person who can change myself. [20] found out who your true friends are: I don't have any true friends. [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: No GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: I don't really like Facebook? There was one time I just added all the randoms who added me. Just because it was so empty.... Now it's just a mess of strangers who I keep unfallowing whenever they say something that I disagree with since they are strangers so it doesn't matter. [23] do you have any pets: A cat named Carl that I call Carla. [24] do you want to change your name: Too much hassle... [25] what did you do for your last birthday: I don't remember. Probably nothing. [26] what time did you wake up: 12pm [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Watching one of Video Games Awesome's streams. [28] name something you cannot wait for: A day when I'm making a lot of money with art.   [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: 20 minutes ago. [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I just don't want to be abandoned anymore. I'd like to feel some sense of security. [31] what are you listening to right now: Just the sound of my tower fan. [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: A long long time ago. [33] something that is getting on your nerves: My ex friend treating her mother badly... It makes me really sad. Why can't she take action towards making things right? Why does she have to be so selfish? It's frustrating to have to hear about all of this.   [34] most visited website: Tumblr [35] elementary: I had a teacher in kindergarten who would hit us with rulers... I was placed in rooms or closets if I acted out... Public schools would have lawsuits placed against them for shit like that now a days. [36] high school: I quit because I wasn't getting enough help. I'm too damn stupid for school. [37] college: I'll likely never go to one... Thanks for making me feel more inadequate. [38] hair colour: Dark brown [39] long or short hair: long [40] do you have a crush on someone: No [41] what do you like about yourself?: I'm honest therefore I don't have a fake persona. Anyone who knows me will know me for who I am. [42] piercings: I don't have any [43]blood type: IDK A? [44] nickname: Nico or Soreiya/Sore [45] relationship status: Forever alone [46] zodiac sign: Gemini/Cancer hybrid [47] pronouns: I don't give a fuck to be honest [48] fav tv show: I don't watch much TV... Like I'll watch stuff like Once Upon a Time, but overall I watch more anime than TV shows. Though I do spend a lot of time watching HGTV... I don't know why I like the remodeling shows so much................. [49] tattoos: 0 [50] right or left handed: Right FIRST… [51] surgery: Never had anything serious... Just some stitches on my arm. [52] piercing: 0 [53] best friend: Don't have one. [54] sport: I don't play sports. [55] vacation: I don't go on vacations. The kind of rich fuck do you think I am? [56] pair of trainers: ????? RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: Nothing [58] drinking: Nothing [59] i’m about to: Burn some DVD's... I'm still not backing up everything on my PC. [60] listening to: Still nothing [61] waiting for: Karma to kick some people in the face [62] want: Encouragement/support [63] get married: hah................... [64] career: I want to make money with art WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: Neither... I'm not comfortable with people touching me. [66] lips or eyes: ? I guess eyes? [67] shorter or taller: Short [68] older or younger: Younger [70] nice arms or nice stomach: What a weird options... I guess stomach? [71] sensitive or loud: Sensitive [72] hook up or relationship: Relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? When you're around foreigners they so things like that...........  It's not for me. [75] drank hard liquor? no [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? No... I'm legally blind so glasses do not work for me. [77] turned someone down: Yes [78] sex on first date? I'm not easy like my ex friend... [79] broken someone’s heart? Doubt it [80] had your own heart broken? Yeah, but not for anything romantic. [81] been arrested? No [82] cried when someone died? Yeah [83] fallen for a friend: No DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? Hell no [85] miracles? I'd like to, but from my experience in life they don't seem to exist. [86] love at first sight? That is nothing more than lust. You can't love someone without really getting to know them. [87] santa claus? No... [89] angels? No, but they can be cool looking OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: We've been through this......................... [91] eye colour: Do you plan to become a stalker or something? They are brown like shit. [92]  favourite movie: I don't have a fave. Though there are some that have stuck with me through the years. Like The Neverending Story for one. I think I just really like the feeling that old fantasy movies can achieve.