#it was SO close tho like 50 feet and no one was outside so i thiuht it was. gonna explode yakno like in movies

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Car caught fire outside my apartment and firetrucks came and the shell got towed too and everything but fhdjdbdjfj jfc i am still so freaked 😵‍💫

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IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 7 [The Thing Lay Still] - part 3/3

- Okay, the triple confrontation Daniel/Louis, Daniel/Armand and Louis/Louis is long but there's so much to say, I have to quote it entirely:

[Daniel] "Well, isn't that neat and tidy?" - THANK YOU DANIEL, I know I can always count on you to point out the flaws and holes in the fabric of Louis' recollection.

[Louis] "'There was a ship. We did get on it.'

[Daniel] 'Yeah, I read that, the first 50 pages. Not exactly the, uh, adventure-of-our-lives feeling I'm feeling.'

[Louis] 'It was a traumatic escape.'

[Daniel] 'Yeah, but she didn't say that explicitly. […] But, um… there's a feeling that she hated your guts there for a while. Why is that?'"

Trust Daniel to always see the little thing that would be inconsequential to anyone else.

[Louis] "'I was haunted by my brother's death, by the abandonment of my sister, by the murder of Lestat, I…'

[Daniel] 'Murder? What murder? It was an act of mercy. You didn't kill Lestat. You spared him out of some fucked-up idea you had about love.'

[Louis] 'Love? I bled him like a pig and waited for the death rattle.'"

Oh, Louis. You are so good at lying to yourself. Good thing Daniel's too much of an excellent investigative reporter to let you fool him like you're fooling yourself. Notice how Louis looks as Daniel undoes all his lies and smoke mirrors? Like he's still trying to cling so hard to the story he's told himself for the past 80 years, like the lie is the only thing that keeps him upright, like if he admits the love, admits he wanted to save Lestat, that would completely undo him and there would be no going back?

[Daniel] "You were shot point-blank by an alderman. You were dropped a thousand feet and survived. You torched Antoinette just to make sure. Where does the trash go, Louis? You take the trash down to the street, some guys show up in a truck and they throw it in the back, and then, they drive it out to the middle of nowhere, right? No. They take the trash to the dump. And having lived two blocks away from the dump just outside of Fishkill, New York, with my first wife, I can state, with authority, what else you'll find there. Rats. Big fucking rats, the size of Kevin Durant's sneakers. Enough blood in them to bring back the dead. Especially one in a trunk with locks on the inside. You knew it, Louis. You had to. The biggest rat eater of them all."

Thank you for bringing back Moonlight Sonata! Haven't figured out yet if it's intra or extradiegetic tho. I love its presence in this episode. It's my favourite piece of classical music (I know, very original) and it's so gothic par excellence.

Mention of the first wife, Alice/Armand, no, I will not get down from this hill.

I love how Daniel's theory posit Louis as having done some planning for himself outside of Claudia's and even Lestat's, with the trunks locking on the inside and the rats needed to revive.

[Rashid/Armand] "'This session is over.'

[Daniel] 'How many days in the Islamic year? How many names are there for Allah?'

[Rashid/Armand] '355 and 99.'

[Daniel] 'Why does a 200-pound bouncer pass out after he sucks him off, and you, a wet T-shirt away from 130, doesn't even blink?'"

Ha, Daniel said 'okay who the eff are you and why am I smelling bullshit'. Meanwhile Armand said 'oh shit we're getting too close to dangerous waters and Louis is about to lose it, better reassert control'. But also, Muslim!Armand. Definitely. Not a throwaway line, not just pretence. Rolin Jones I'm counting on you to not fuck this up.

[Louis] "'I couldn't burn him.'

[Daniel] 'But Claudia could.'

[Louis] 'No', she couldn't.'

[Daniel] 'She stuck a pen in his neck. She recorded his last words in his own blood. The girl did not have a fuckin' problem tossing him on the grill, okay?'"

And Louis' wall of lies is breaking and shattering… And the pebbles of the zen garden, his other big trauma, don't help either…

[Daniel] "You cursed her into the darkness. You chose Lestat over her time and time again. You don't need a memoir, Louis. You need a hundred sessions of EMDR. You know the shit they put soldiers through when they see one of their platoon buddies get blown up in front of them?"

Say it, Daniel! These messy vamps need therapy.

Making jokes to avoid the sheer anguish in Louis' face, voice and body language, both in the 1940 flashback (the image of Louis holding Lestat's body and yelling is tattooed on my eyelids) and in 2022 (Louis sitting in his zen garden hugging and rocking himself, eyes screwed shut, trying to block Daniel and Armand's voices and the memories lives rent free in my mind).

[Daniel] "'144 years and you're still Louis the Pimp, paying a whore to sit in a room and talk with you. 'Cause why? You got some story you wanna tell the whole world about yourself?'

[Rashid/Armand] 'When you hear it you'll be ashamed, ashamed of what you say to him now!'"

Please don't hold back, Danny, do tell us what you think exactly. But hey, Louis needs to hear it.

The fuck are you talking about, Armand… Also notice how agitated he is? Feeling protective of Louis, or feeling like he's losing control of the interview, the interviewee and the interviewer all at once?

Love Armand taking off is gloves in the background. So subtle, so crucial. And then the lenses.

[Daniel] "'This is the same shit that happened in San Francisco.'

[Louis] 'Not exactly.'

[Daniel] 'How is it any different, Louis?'

[Armand] 'This time I won't save your life. Louis can sometimes act out. I protect him from himself, always have. Stopped him that night in San Francisco.'"

Oh, hello, Armand's decided to play Superman. Aaaaah, Armand's orange eyes, I love them!!!

Can we talk about Armand's infantilisation of Louis? "He acts out, I protect him from himself"… Like a child that can't regulate his feelings and needs to be put on time's out. The manipulation is deep and multi-layered, it's not just the memory alteration. Notice how Louis is pretty much dissociating, staring at the grey wall, face slowly becoming inexpressive and voice returning to flat and empty, from the moment Armand started telling off Daniel?

[Daniel] "'You were there.'

[Louis] 'You don't remember.'

[Daniel] 'No, I don't remember.'

[Louis] 'What was that you said about memory? 'A monster', was it?'

[Daniel] 'But I saw you standing in the sun.'

[Armand] 'As we age, the sun loses its power over us. What's a mediocre star to a 514-year-old vampire?'

[Louis] 'Daniel Molloy, I'd like you to meet the vampire Armand, the love of my life.'"

One, don't be too cocky, Louis, there's plenty you don't remember about that night too yourself.

Two, and we've come full circle again, the monster memory making itself fully known after lurking all season long.

Three, shut up Armand, the Sun is not a mediocre star, it's part of the entire reason there's life on this planet, show some respect. Sun deities are some of the most frequent deities around the globe. You need to come back down to earth.

Four, all the books being out of reach to Louis, another way Armand's exerting subtle control.

Five, "love of my life", BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGA *deep breath* HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA, that line kills me every time I hear time. Why you lying Louis, stop fucking lying all the time. Sorry, Armand.

Daniel seeing them side by side and hearing that stupid line after listening to Louis ramble and compose poetry on the spot about Lestat for the past week or so: "hm. I sense bullshit of the highest degree. Time to destroy that whole tower of lies one by one.".

Aaaaaaaaaah, that was such a rich and intense episode!!!! What a grandiose season 1 final!!! So many different elements that have got to be revisited by other perspectives to get the full painting. So many seeds planted for season 2 and even season 3!! The writing is flawless, the acting is exquisite, the music is gorgeous, the costume, set design and stage direction are masterful. I am in love with this show.

ep1 | ep2 | ep3 | ep4 | ep5 | ep6 | part 1 | part 2

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bro im sad and need 75 fluff

Beside You (George Daniel)

i need u to know how badly i wanted to reply to this with ‘damn that sucks. goodluck tho’

warning: is this too fucked up. you can be honest with me. tw language also i make up my own sayings sometimes so if ur ever reading my work and thinking ‘who the fuck says that’ no one does except for me

note: this is fucked up because i feel like i relate to reader too much. anyways. read at ur own risk

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Wallet, phone, gum, breath mints, polaroids, but no keys in her purse. She’s supposed to have them, anyway. George loves to get on her about it every time she forgets them, which is about 50 percent of the time.

And here she is, keyless, outside his house.

It’s like a cruel game, this entire situation. She can hear the laughter inside, voices of her closest friends pooled together in liquid form, swirling around in the room before her like an aquarium of dirty jokes and screaming laughter.

They’re all just on the other side of the door. Just a room away. Yet she’s still on the outside, looking in through some metaphorical window. The curtains are closed, the glass shut to keep the smell of weed and cigarettes inside.

She misses them, more than she can say, more than she thought she would.

‘The door is always open,” she can hear his words ringing through her head. ‘To you,’ an afterthought. She never knows what to make of it when he says things like that.

Again, though, metaphorically, the door is open. Physically? It’s locked tighter than her asshole.

So if not keys, what does she have? Dignity? It’s close to being out the window if she has to knock repeatedly until someone hears her and opens the door, even more so if she has to call him to open it, or any of them, really, she doesn’t want to seem desperate, at least not as desperate as she truly is.

God, she feels like a schoolgirl just at the thought of this whole ordeal. She’s in love with George Daniel. It’s not a hard thing to do, he’s basically the man of any girl’s dreams, but she was just fortunate enough (or perhaps, unfortunate enough) to become friends with him.

Him, and his stupid friends, his stupid house, his stupid locks.

She’s deciding what to do when, magically, the door swings open on its own. But it isn’t magic. It’s just George.

He grins, not like he’s happy to see her, but like he’s happy to be right, prove a point about something. He doesn’t greet her, he takes a step back, letting her cross the threshold on her own terms, and proudly exclaims to his dumbass friends scattered around the living room.

“I was right! I told you she’d be waiting outside like a creep!” Again, making no moves to interact with her at all. No ‘we’ve been apart for 4 months hug.’ No ‘I miss you’, no ‘I’m sorry I don’t answer when you call’, but somehow she loves how he doesn’t care.

He’s nonchalant, the ‘chill’ one of the group, always too high to care too much about anything, but it’s not a fault, not to her. Rose tinted glasses, or something.

Ross is on the single lounge chair, slumped down, joint pinched between the his pointer and thumb of his right hand, Adam sprawled out on the loveseat, stretching his legs out onto George’s previous seat, taking up the entire space of the couch since George got up and abandoned his cushy spot.

Matty’s on the floor. Matty was on the floor, but he twists onto his feet, approaching her in the door way.

“Y/N! It’s good to see your face,” he works his arms over both her shoulders, less of a mutual hug, more him holding her hostage in a death trap for a moment, firm pats and swipes on her clothed back. “I missed you,” that last part is muffled into her hair.

She watches George over Matty’s shoulder, rolling his eyes at Hann, pretending to sit on Ross’s lap for a second before dropping to the ground, legs crossed, and takes the joint from Ross. His mouth hollows around it as he inhales, carved cheekbones on full display.

He’s a spectacle to watch. If she had it her way, she’d never take her eyes off of him. But she can’t have it her way, not yet.

She gives Matty 3 firm rubs on the back, muttering a ‘missed you too’ into his neck, then ducks under his arms, sitting herself an appropriate distance from George on the floor, but close enough to show she wants more than friendship, if that’s even something that can be conveyed through sitting distance.

It’s these types of things that rot her brain every time she’s near him. It’s like a spell he puts her under, she can’t talk right, she gets all blushy and flushed and nervous when she looks at him, so she’s made a habit of looking anywhere else, the floor, her nails, his friends.

She’s snapped out of her daydream by George elbowing her in the ribs to grab her attention. “You want a hit?”

She allows herself a smidge of self-indulgence. Eyes trace his shoulder, rippling muscles under warm skin under colored tattoos, she wanders down it to his arms, veins protruding like he’s completing some impressive feat, one that requires complete contraction of all his muscles, yet between his fingers, all that lays is a tiny joint.

“Uh, yeah,” she decides to allow her fingers to gently brush his own, concluding it’s just the right amount of mix of longing and friendly gesture, romantic and platonic stirred into one touch, and this, this little action, this will be the moment George confesses his true love for her so she doesn’t have to do it first.

She could do it. She could say what she’s been biting her tongue about for years and years now. She could have done it any number of moments these past years.

The night before the boys left for tour, when George stopped by her house impulsively, out in the pouring rain for her until she let him in, and they talked and talked and talked until their throats ran raw and voices croaked. Any pause in the conversation, she could have blurted it out, pulled his lips to hers.

Halloween, 1 year ago, when she dropped acid and began to have a bad trip, she freaked out so hard she was almost inconsolable, when he locked the door behind them in her bedroom and wrestled her frantic self down onto her bed and held her there. He was so close, nearly every inch of his body molded to hers in some way, hell, she could feel his breath on the space behind her ear. They stayed like that for hours. She didn’t utter a word.

She will admit, things have been different as of late. These moments where she thinks she could almost say what she wants to are becoming sparse. Intense, deep moments that make her feel connected to him body and soul. She hasn’t been feeling it as much lately.

Maybe she was pulling away from him, maybe he was pulling away from her, but the distance from tour wasn’t the only space between them.

That didn’t stop her from missing him like hell every time he went away.

“By the way, Y/N, we ordered Chinese before you got here, there’s leftovers in the kitchen,” Adam mumbles to her, like it’s his only volume of voice. Has he ever yelled?

She nods, wordlessly, and walks to the kitchen, hoping to get away from the whirlwind of emotions she is being assaulted by from simply being in the presence of George. Years of friendship and it never gets easier.

She finished a small plate of food quietly in the kitchen. She hears the boys laughing in the room, on the other side of the wall.

Leaning over the sink, she scrapes the plastic fork against the edges of the now empty bowl.

“That was quick,” a voice from behind her, startling her so bad, she drops both items in the sink.

It’s him.

“I was hungry.”

He approaches from behind, getting too close than what she would consider a friendly distance, but George does this all the time.

What he doesn’t do all the time, however, is wrap his arms around her waist from behind. "Missed you," he speaks through an inhale, like he's breathing her in, toxic fumes that swirl around his lungs like smoke.

"Yeah, same." She's a fucking imbecile. How was he supposed to know she loved him when she says such dry things when he's here, wearing his heart on his sleeve as he does. Does he do this to all his female friends?

He hums, not prodding further about the way her voice is unexpectedly monotone. He releases her from his grip, reaching around her for a fortune cookie.

"You had one of these yet? They kind of taste like an old man's ear but I know you love the corny messages inside of them." He's right. She does love that. She loves that he knows she loves it. She loves him.

"Sure," she takes it from him, cracking open the shell and discarding the gross cookie on the counter behind them, as she does so, he settles himself in front of her, trapping her against the counter with both hands resting on it on either side of her, their chests not quite touching but she certainly can feel his warm body next to hers.

"What's it say?" He mumbles, not wanting his buddies to catch him in such a compromising position with one of his closest friends. Matty would surely give him hell for it. 'Why don't you ever treat me like that?'

If Matty weren't so hung up on Y/N, George would swear the boy was gay for him.

She unrolls the white paper. 'You only live once. 19 3 23 90.' Was this thing for real? Were the stars truly aligning so perfectly for her just this once. And the numbers, they're numbers engraved in the same sector of her brain, the sector containing all things George. When rearranged, they would spell out George's birthday. The 23rd of March, 1990.

Fuck, it was like God herself was here, screaming in Y/N's face, "this is a sign! This is a sign!" It was neon, bright pink and green, appearing over the man's head, reflecting of his bleached blond hair. George gazes patiently at her.

"YOLO," she says, and laughs without humor. He cackles, his loud, familiar witchy laugh that makes her weak at the knees, but she doesn't allow herself to swoon.

"No fucking way! Let me see that," he cruelly rips it out of her gentle fingers, eyeing it himself. He exhales a sigh, "what a fucking joke."

A sign. A sign. A sign.

"George. George?" She tries out his name like it's the first time. He doesn't suspect a thing, he glances innocently up at her from the fortune paper.

"Yes, love?" An arrow through her heart, piercing ang stinging, sharp.

"I..."

"What?"

"I love you. I love you. More than as a friend."

And he laughs. He laughs like she just told some tastefully dirty joke to him, like friends would, good friends, best friends. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm serious George. I'm in love with you. I have been for, I don't know, a long time.

He retreats. He backs away, smile wiped from his face.

"No, no." He tries to shake his head like disagreeing with her will make it not true.

"I am. I didn't know how to tell you, I swear, I lost count of all the times I almost did. I was so close for so long, but I was scared. Still am. Please." God, how pathetic does she sound right now. Please? This is not how she planned it. Where was the requited love confession? The passionate kiss? The foreheads pressed together like lovers would? It's nowhere to be found, she's afraid.

"Don't do this. Come on, we've got a good thing going, you and me. Don't ruin it, you're ruining it!" His voice starts to raise.

She fucked up big time.

"I'm ruining it? Me! You didn't call me for 4 months. 4 months, George. You didn't answer my texts, nothing! You left me with nothing for 4 fucking months! Then, when you finally get back, I come to see you and you say nothing! You said nothing to me! No, wait, you called me a creep for standing outside your house. No hug, no 'I missed you'. Nothing, George!"

"Look, I just didn't want to be all sappy about you in front of the guys. It would look... I don't know... weird."

"Oh, ok. So you weren't being all sappy when you were practically groping your ex-girlfriend in a room with everyone? Sucking face, sitting her on your lap, grabbing her tits, that's not too sappy for you. But saying hello to your best friend you haven't heard from in months? That's where you draw the line, huh? Can you just be honest with me? Can you just tell me the fucking truth?"

He's sure everyone's been hearing every single word of this, and to his surprise, no one has intervened yet. Not even Matty.

"Fine, Y/N. You want the truth? If you want it so bad, then you can have it. I knew you loved me. You're so obvious about it, God, I'm not fucking stupid. But I never felt the same way, so I didn't say anything. Is that a crime? It's nothing new to you, you're not my type. If we're both being honest, you're not the most attractive girl. It's not your fault. And it never bothered me because we're friends. Why can't we just be friends? Please, Y/N, stop doing this, you're only making it worse."

"You're such a dick! You're such a fucking dick!"

It's at this point, Matty and Ross pile into the room, Ross trying to diffuse the situation by attempting to escort George out of the tension-filled room, Matty trying to escalate the situation, giving George a slap to the face.

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole? After everything I told you? Everything we've been through?" Now Ross is attempting to pull George away from Matty, Adam joining in to separate Matty from George.

"She's my fucking friend! I'll deal with her how I want to!" George retorts. He attempts lunging at Matty but Ross, full-bodied and strong, holds him back.

"Sure, she's your fucking friend. So what? That means you have the right to treat her like shit when she tells you how she feels? You've been leading her on for years now! Everyone knows it. Ross, Adam, me, you brought this upon your fucking self and now the inevitable has happened and this is how you choose to deal with it! She's a human being, with real feelings, real emotions, and more than that, she's your best friend. Shouldn't that count for something at a time like this?"

The physical aggression has mostly gone away now, and Ross is unsure of what to do, should he break up the argument? Take sides? Back Matty up? Console the now sobbing Y/N? He takes frantic glances to Hann as he debates all the options, Hann, clearly doing the same. They stay frozen in their spots.

"I'm not in love with her. I don't love her, not like that, she just doesn't do it for me. I can't control that. I don't have to love her back, I can't. Besides, I thought you were the one head over heels for her. This should be your lucky day, after a tough rejection, you can swoop in on your white horse and take her for yourself. You should be thanking me, giving you an opening after all this ridiculous pining you've been doing."

"You're right, I do want her. I've wanted her to love me for as long as she's been hung up on you. But I'm a decent fucking guy, and I wouldn't want to start something with her, not under these circumstances. This is all wrong, this isn't right, George. She doesn't deserve this. She cares about you, she cares so much, and you knew this whole time, so obviously you should have known better than to go and treat her like this. Grow a pair, you cunt!" Matty finishes with a harsh poke to George's chest.

Unsurprisingly, George storms out, despite this being his own house, car keys in his pocket, and no one quite knows where he may be off to at a time like this but that's not anyone's main priority anymore.

Matty takes a moment to collect himself, trying to pretend like he's the only one in the room for a moment, before turning around to assess the situation, the girl he's been in love with.

He turns to see her crying into a hug from Ross, Adam unsurely rubbing her back in comfort, neither one of them certain on what to do. There's still so much left unsaid.

Once Ross takes notice of Matty's impatient gaze, he pats the girl's back, turning her in his grasp, trying not to feel bad about essentially handing her off to Matty, but at the moment, it seems like they need each other more than anyone needs Ross, so he does what he has to do. "Go to him, love," he mutters, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

Hesitantly, she approaches Matty, no idea of what is next to come.

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Witch, Picture, and Red-Eyed Girl (Sagrada Reset 2) - Chapter 3: The nameless woman (part 1)

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Sasano Hiroyuki woke up late at night.

A lukewarm breeze blew from his screened window. The thin moon outside made the aged cherry tree look like a shadow.

A strange sensation occupied his heart. A light agony similar to grief, which would melt and deflate as quickly as it would rise.

Trying to figure out the cause, he remembered an old dream.

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A dream of a dear past.

It was before the abilities existed in Sakurada, and consequently, before the Bureau formed, so she was with him. A dream from before they could ever imagine that they would be separated for almost 30 years. At this point, this memory was so old that it felt like an unrealistic story from mythological times.

Sasano and her were distant relatives. She and her parents often visited Sasano's house since the two were kids. And she grew old enough to go out alone, her visits became even more frequent.

She was only one year younger than Sasano.

Their parents always made them play together, but Sasano didn't know how to interact with a girl one year younger than him. So every single time, he would read her fairytales. The girl loved stories. She preferred listening to others telling them than reading herself. So, even after she grew up, she would still nag Sasano to tell her stories.

One fateful spring day, Sasano was 13 and she was 12. Sasano saw her crouched in the garden and approached her.

The cherry blossoms were in full bloom above her head. Countless flowers bloomed in proud rose-tinted white. There was a soft and gentle glow to them. But her eyes looked away from their grace. She was crouched, watching her own feet.

The young Sasano was captivated by her profile. Her face was serious beyond her years. Vestiges of tears remained on the edges of her eyes. But her face didn't seem like a crying face. He could feel a strong will in her expression.

"What are you doing?", Sasano called her.

The crouched girl looked at him and forced a smile.

"I was looking at the cherry blossoms."

"The cherry blossoms?"

They were above her.

"You can't do that by looking at the ground."

"I guess so.", she said. "I was looking up the tree at first. The cherry tree gets really pretty with this many flowers."

Sasano agreed. Cherry blossoms are beautiful.

"But then the wind blew. The many petals dancing in the air were even prettier."

Sasano agreed again. Cherry blossoms dancing in the wind are beautiful.

"I felt really good watching the petals twirl. Then they hit the ground and that's when I realized."

The smile and tears on her face were beautiful.

Her expression quickly seeped into the bottom of his heart.

"I was stepping all over the petals of the same cherry blossoms I was admiring. I was caught by the beauty of the thing I was trampling."

"Does that make you feel sad?"

"I don't know. 'Sad' is probably too strong of a word. But I teared up a little."

She picked up a petal next to her feet. When did it fall? The petal was withered and its borders had turned brown.

"Do you think this one is also pretty?"

He knew his answer before the question was over.

After some deliberation on whether or not he should lie, Sasano sincerely shook his head.

"No. I don't."

She held the petal in her hand close to her chest.

"Me either. That's probably why I felt like crying."

He honestly didn't understand. He couldn't grasp what the problem was. That was just how cherry blossoms were. They have one short moment of beauty, and then they become litter no one spares their attention to.

But with how serious her expression was, Sasano had to say it.

"You don't have to back your tears if you really feel like crying."

She stood up, looked at him, and nodded.

"Yeah. Thanks."

After a soft smile under the cherry tree, she cried her heart out. Her tears were pretty. So pure that their beauty hit him before the sadness could.

It has been 50 years since that day, but he could still remember it clearly.

Sasano fell in love with those tears.

Even now he couldn't think of anything more lovely than the tearful smile he saw 50 years prior.

"You know, these petals become soil.", told the 13-year-old Sasano to the 12-year-old girl. "The tree absorbs their nutrients to make more flowers next year."

He wanted to say something to make her feel better. It didn't matter how trite or awkward it would be.

"It's not the end for these petals. Next year, we'll see them again and that time we'll find them pretty."

She wiped the trails of her tears.

"Will the blossom next year really be the same as these ones?"

Sasano nodded.

"Yeah, why wouldn't they?"

Her eyes once again dropped to the wilted petal in her hand.

"Hey, tell me a story."

"What's kind?"

"One about people promising to meet again and actually managing to do so."

"Gotcha."

Sasano didn't know any story like this, but he needed to tell one. He started narrating with no plans for how the plot would progress later.

"There was a witch."

"A good or a bad witch?"

"A good witch. But everyone thought she was bad."

Sasano clunkily weaved his narrative.

In the story, the witch flew on her broom to be able to fulfill her promise of seeing her lover again.

It was an unexisting, untitled story crafted only for her. It was a terrible story, full of plot holes and chronologically all over the place. But she carefully watched Sasano doing everything he could to compose it. After several hardships, the witch finally knocked on her lover's window. They didn't know what happened after that. It was a poorly wrapped-up story that just promised a happy ending and stopped right there.

But,

"That was great.", she smiled. That's all that mattered.

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This was a story from 50 years in the past.

50 years passed and his feelings for her remained always close to his heart.

A decade after that, Sakurada's mysterious abilities were born. And she gained an extremely powerful ability. It became harder and harder to see her, so he gained the ability to immerse himself in the past.

Another decade later, she was confined to a small room. She abandoned her name to become only a system. She had to swear not to interact with anyone. She had to do it in order to establish the Bureau and Sakurada.

Three decades (more exactly 28 years) ago, she said goodbye to Sasano under the cherry tree. With a promise to meet again, the two decided to spend 28 years separate.

28 years. That's the time it took for her to become unusable to the Bureau. For all these 28 years, the two of them knew the date of her death. They promised to see each other again and be together for the last week of her life.

In the sultry summer weather, Sasano looked outside his window. The aged tree could no longer bloom in spring.

The thin moon slowly set.

The next time it rises, the two will be together.

August 9th (Wednesday) - The second try

At 09:30, Kei was deep in thought on his bed.

The last August 9th was 3 days ago from Kei's perspective. Only 3 days. So much happened in this short amount of time that it felt like it took a lot longer.

Two major events happened in the pre-Reset August 9th.

The first is that Sasano called asking for the MacGuffin. Kei left his house soon after his call.

The other was a call from Tsushima. He informed Kei that the witch was calling him. He had to meet her the next day, on August 10th.

(But Sasano and the witch aren't trustworthy. I still don't know about the witch, but Sasano proved himself a liar. He wasn't after the MacGuffin at first.)

An absurd rumor told that whoever possesses the MacGuffin can control every ability in Sakurada. Sasano claimed he wanted the MacGuffin to retrieve his ability to enter photos.

But that wasn't true. The moment the picture is taken, his ability already did everything it had to. Anyone can rip the photos. That part doesn't require the ability. He is still able to enter the photos even with his ability sealed.

(Then what is he trying to accomplish? Why did he call me? It can't be that he actually just wants the MacGuffin, can it? It can't. When we talked pre-Reset, he wasn't any insistent about the MacGuffin.)

Kei couldn't find the answer with the information currently at hand. He sighed and got up from the bed.

Pre-Reset Sasano called him at 10:15. Kei decided to have breakfast before that happened.

He washed his face and headed to the kitchen. There were no usable ingredients in his fridge. It rarely ever did. He had a bottle of iced coffee, one of mineral water, a carton of milk, a few condiments, one slice of bread, and a bit of lettuce. Most of it was in the door pockets. Looking at the empty core compartment was saddening.

He thought he needed to start cooking on a more regular basis but was too lazy to ever start working on it. He still hadn't ever used the rice cooker he got when he started living alone. Kei was a fundamentally lazy person and aware of it. The only reason why his apartment isn't a littered mess was that he didn't own enough things to litter it with.

Kei took out the bread, the lettuce, and the milk. He put the bread in the toaster and sloppily washed the lettuce. He found a can of oiled sardines under the sink. He picked it up and pulled the lid. He seasoned it with whatever he could find: salt, pepper, and mayonnaise.

Kei didn't sit down to eat. He believed that was the second best strategy to have fewer dishes to wash. The first was simply not eating at home. The chime rang while he was brushing his teeth. He quickly wiped his mouth and ran to the entrance.

During these few steps, he thought about how no one came to his house in the pre-Reset version of this hour. Something changed. His actions before and after the Reset were too different and that had unintended side effects.

The man at Kei's door was a mailman. After a three sentences long conversation, Kei signed the delivery and received a small parcel.

After closing and locking his door, he checked the envelope. It was small and thin. It could fit two pocket paperback books at best. It didn't have the sender's name.

He opened the wrapping. It contained a small album. He flipped the cover.

The first page contained a photo he saw in Sasano's house pre-Reset. It was a picture of a cherry tree in full bloom. Taken with a polaroid.

(Why? How? Did Sasano send this? Why would he? Not even why would he send the photos to me. Why would he act differently from how he did before the Reset? What did I do to change Sasano's movements?)

With these questions in mind, he flipped the page.

The second page took his breath away.

It had a photo of the river bank during the sunset. A picture with a beautiful contrast of black and orange. There were tetrapods by the bank. And atop those tetrapods stood a girl, looking tiny in the picture.

(Why? This is so sudden. I'm getting dizzy. Why did the photo I was after just flew to my lap like that? Two years after her death, she's here in this photo. If I rip this photo, I can see her... Or at least someone identical to her. Is this real? It's so hard to believe.)

Kei closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he flipped the album's page. The third page was the only one to contain a photo Kei didn't see in Sasano's house. It was quite old but he understood what it was at first glance. A beautiful black-haired woman standing on the shore. Probably in her thirties. The woman seemed familiar. He never saw her looking like this but he could tell who it was.

Kei took deep breaths again and sorted out the pieces of the puzzle.

Sasano was a member of the Bureau's initial roster. Someone in the Bureau saw his photos as a threat. That's why Oka Eri sealed his power. The picture in Kei's hand was the reason why. This photograph couldn't be allowed to exist. By ripping this picture, anyone could see her and talk about anything for 10 minutes.

It was a photo of the witch.

The witch. The nameless woman. A system composing the Bureau. She had the best ability in Sakurada. This is what she looked like decades ago.

Sasano is connected to the witch.

This one photo had a note attached to it.

'Come see me immediately. The other two pictures are a present.'

Kei shoved his wallet and phone down his pocket and left his house.

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He couldn't clearly recognize the pictured portion of the shore.

It was an old photo. The current scenery might look different from the image. But a tiny lighthouse was visible in the distance. A white lighthouse. Where he was with Oka Eri the previous day. He could roughly infer the location by its position.

Kei took the bus to Nanasaka Middle School. His phone didn't ring. Neither Sasano nor the witch were calling him. They both knew he was instead going to meet the past version of the witch. To learn something more concrete.

ーCome see me immediately.

He didn't know how intensely she meant the word "immediately", but when in doubt, it's better to hurry.

He heard the sound of the waves, and soon after he saw the shore.

Sasano's ability only works if the photo is ripped within the pictured area. He couldn't afford to be in the wrong place. He compared the position of the real lighthouse to the lighthouse in the photo. He was still too close to it. Kei ran further up the coastal street.

The sun shined brightly. Kei wished it were cloudier but he knew the weather would stay like this until at least the next afternoon.

After some more running, he looked behind again. The lighthouse was significantly smaller. About the same size as the one in the photo. Kei found stairs to the beach and descended there.

He hadn't felt the soft sand under his feet for a long time. The beach was full of people enjoying the water. A red beach ball bounced on the waves.

After stopping to take a deep breath, Kei compared his view to the photo one last time. The shape of the shore, the placement of the rocks, and the distance to the lighthouse. Not everything matched perfectly, but it was close enough.

That was absolutely the place.

He put strength to his fingertips and ripped the photograph.

His sight was recolored white.

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Light resembling a camera's flash chipped away the crowded background. The sound of the waves was the only thing that retained its steady rhythm.

The temperature rapidly decreased. He shivered with the cold. When Kei opened his eyes, he was at a triangular cut of the beach surrounded by white space. It was that beach from an unknown year decades ago in an unknown season that wasn't summer. Cold air filled his hot lungs.

Kei looked around him. He found a black-haired woman 5 meters before the edge of the tide. She was turned away, but after a few steps in her direction, she looked at him.

The witch, about 30 years younger.

Seeing her face this close, she didn't look like the woman he met in one room of a building. This wasn't about her clothes or the amount of gray hair. Something essential was different.

Her face lacked the artificial smile. Her very natural expression showed a hint of surprise. This expression was one of the things she lost in the past 30 years.

"Are you... Asai... Kei?", she opened the conversation.

"I am."

(What an amazing ability future sight is. This young, she already knew about me. I'm not even born yet.)

"I came here with Sasano's ability."

"Why?"

(Why?)

"I'm pretty sure you called me."

"I haven't seen this future.", the witch denied.

She closed her eyes for a moment.

Then she slowly opened them. Her eyes were intense.

"So I betrayed myself."

(What's that supposed to mean? The witch will betray the witch 30 years down the line? Why? Actually, what is this betrayal even about?)

"I'm completely out of the loop. Please tell me what's going on."

(If my visiting the photo wasn't part of her plan, then what future could have she seen?)

The young witch lowered her gaze to her feet.

"Another version of me from a different photo must have arranged for you to come here. Most likely in order to disrupt my plan."

"Your plan?"

"Yes. I'm trying to reach one specific future.", she told with a quiet, whispery voice. "I'm about to spend 28 years confined by the Bureau. That's the time it will take for me to die. I accepted that I'll be just a part of the Bureau's systems until the last few days of my life. But I plan to be myself again only for the last week."

"You mean leaving the room in the building?"

"I'll go meet someone. I want to see him again.", she confirmed.

"Would that be Sasano?"

"Yes. I want to be with him, at least when I die. Can you blame me? I can't picture myself withstanding 28 whole years of hopeless solitude. Am I being too selfish here?"

Kei shook his head.

"Absolutely not. I'm actually surprised at how little you're asking for."

(With the absolute power of future sight, she could picture a happier future. No, ability or no ability, it's absurd that she's only asking for a week out of the remaining decades she still has.)

With a subdued smile, she thanked him.

"We parted ways with a promise to meet again. But the Bureau wouldn't let me free even for a week. So, sorry, I decided to use you two."

"Me and who?"

"You and a girl named Oka Eri."

(Oka Eri. Wasn't expecting to hear her name here? How is she connected?)

"That Oka Eri girl wants an ability more powerful than yours... Than Haruki Misora's Reset you use. So she's coming to steal Future Sight.", said the witch from 30 years in the past.

(Steal the witch, that is. Makes sense that Oka Eri is interested in the witch. I know she'll want this ability because I would have wanted it two years ago.)

The witch from 30 years in the past hung her head down in shame.

"And then I'll escape that building by Oka Eri's hand."

"Can she do it? Take you away?"

"Yes. My future sight guarantees her success. Because the only pillar of my security is the man with the ability to lock anything he touches. If she makes him her ally for a few minutes, the door will open."

"Your security is pretty lacking."

"It was a lot tighter for the majority of my 28 years there. It only changed for this last stretch. The Bureau needs all of its forces to handle the upcoming problems. They don't have the personnel available to watch over the husk of a system no longer in use."

(A problem that requires all of the Bureau's forces? I can only imagine one possibility.)

"They'll lose you, the person guaranteeing Sakurada's future. The Bureau is desperate to fill the hole to be left by your passing, is that what you're saying?"

She nodded.

"The Bureau will face major changes around the time I die. That's my best chance to escape. I'm sure I'll be taking this chance in your reality."

Kei remembered the witch's building.

A tiny, aged, and unpopulated building. The person with the best ability in Sakurada deserved better. The Bureau judged that was good enough. Because there was no real need to protect the witch. Because the person who can see the future will obviously be the first to detect any incoming threats. The only possible exception to this is the witch turning against the Bureau. That's why their watchful eyes look inside instead of outside.

The witch continued.

"But just waiting Oka Eri wasn't enough. By the time she's determined to take me, I'm already too debilitated to walk. I can't meet him again in that state."

She returned her gaze to Kei.

It looked like she was crying, but her eyes were dry.

"So I needed to make her come to the building earlier. It was easy. All I needed to do was adjust the timing of her encounter with you. Oka Eri only gains the resolve to take me away once she's aware that she can't defeat you."

(I understand now. Sasano didn't call me for the MacGuffin. He didn't care about having his ability back. I wasn't called to that building because she needed to check my future.)

Without meeting Sasano, Kei wouldn't know anything about Oka Eri's current state. Without being called by the witch, he wouldn't meet Oka Eri in front of her building. Everything followed a predicted script. Last night, Kei gave Oka Eri the last push she needed, as the script told him to.

(The ability to know the future is way too powerful. It controls the future in such an indirect and roundabout way that it makes it all look like a series of coincidences.)

"Oka Eri will appear before me on August 9th, 21:18.", said the witch.

With all the dots finally connected, Kei nodded.

"And telling me that is how you betray yourself, right?"

Kei had no way of making any move if she didn't tell him everything. He would never have imagined that Oka Eri was after the witch. He didn't even think she knew about the witch.

But her words now most certainly changed the future. She put a huge crack in her own plan. Kei was now able to stop Oka Eri in her tracks.

The witch slowly closed her eyes.

"I don't know anything about Oka Eri's future. I was afraid to check. The Bureau won't be merciful to her if she takes me out. And only tragic fates await those who defy the Bureau in Sakurada."

And knowing all that she chose to use Oka Eri, just to escape the Bureau for a single week. To see her lover again, she premeditately made a random girl into her stepping stool. A flurry of emotions swirled in Kei's heart. He sighed in an attempt to pretend he was fine. He can't tell if the witch is right or wrong. He can't even imagine what it feels like to live as a nameless system. Isolated, confined, and alone for the rest of her life.

All Kei could do was humbly lower his head.

"Thank you for telling me everything."

The witch smiled.

"I did it because this all has nothing to do with me."

It was a sad smile. A face twisted for the purpose of holding tears back.

"Because I'm not the version of me who will see him again."

The woman in the photo was a Swampman who became aware she was a fake. She's an identical stranger to the real version of her.

The one who will leave the building and reunite with her lover isn't her. It will be a real witch similar to the woman from the photo.

(She betrayed herself.)

The witch's Swampman ruined the witch's 30-year-long plan.

"I probably just wasn't able to bear the guilt. It's hard to hold on to something that's ultimately someone else's problem.", sadly spoke the witch.

Kei internally disagreed.

(No. You wouldn't have this sad smile on your face if you really thought this was not your problem. You wouldn't need to try so hard to hold the tears back.)

When Kei tried to open his mouth, his vision was buried in pure white light. He could no longer see her. Sasano's ability only lasted 10 minutes. He was out of time.

"Goodbye.", she said.

That was her last word.

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The sound of the waves had a fixed rhythm.

It was getting crowded around him again. The world regained the summer warmth. A red beachball rode the waves of the sea.

Kei was taken back to the real world. No traces of the illusion of the past left.

He looked at his feet. The beach was pristine, with no footprints.

He crouched and closed his eyes.

A woman gained and lost her life in a span of 10 minutes.

She vanished with the sad smile of someone trying to hold back tears.

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The nameless woman was in a room of a building. As usual, she was silently surrounded by books in a silent room with a door that couldn't be knocked.

She put her hand to her chest and closed her eyes. To verify which future was set in stone.

She saw a future she had already seen thousands of times.

A future where her door would be opened that night. The door would be opened by a large man in a black suit. But a red-eyed girl would appear before him. A girl with ripped jeans and a cross choker.

She'll have a daring smile.

“Sup. I’m here to steal you.”

She could hear footsteps coming from further down the hallway. Her room was being watched. Someone would notice the irregularity. Two more black-suited men appear. One apprehends the girl and the other pushes the nameless woman away from the door and closes it.

But their abilities are no match to Oka Eri's. The man with his memories already manipulated by Oka Eri can stop the other man with one touch. Give the frozen man 5 seconds of eye contact with Oka Eri and his threat is also neutralized.

(Such lousy security. Shows how much I became worthless to the Bureau. The Bureau abandoned me.)

This didn't sadden her. The Bureau was chronically understaffed. For as much as they had the power to do pretty much anything by regulating all abilities and employing the best one for every situation, they couldn't find spare hands to stabilize the security of the waste they discarded. The Bureau was a twisted organization. She wouldn't be able to leave if they weren't.

Her future self focused her ears on the door's direction. She was waiting for the moment Oka Eri would open the door with bizarre laughter and a grumble about how anti-climatic this was. She was waiting for the future set in stone. What's guaranteed to occur.

It was what was supposed to happen.

And yet.

The vision of the future produced someone else's voice.

"Stop right there, Oka Eri."

The calm and somewhat cold voice of a young boy.

(Asai Kei. Why? He couldn't be here. I've never seen this future before.)

"I'm here to stop you."

(What's going on? No one can change the future. Because all attempts to change the future are part of the future I receive. Did he learn about the future with a Reset? No, Reset usages are also set in stone. That ability can't truly change the future. People with the ability to know the future are simply the only ones who can change it.)

In other words, someone with the same ability as her.

Discounting her past selves, there was one more person with the ability to see the future. But that person was no longer living in Sakurada. At least as far as the witch knows. The last time the future changed without the witch's intervention was two years ago. It hadn't occurred again ever since.

She could only think of one person capable of changing the future at this precise moment.

(Someone identical to me in some photograph changed the future. She told Asai Kei something he wasn't supposed to know.)

The nameless woman understood everything.

The 30-year-long escape and reencounter plan failed.

[lunaekalenda]

HORROR MOVIE NIGHT! feat. Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli

a/n: I’ll try to update slowly again to adapt myself to publish everyday again! Hellow Hellow :D a little suggestive on kaeya's and also it's a little shitty just put a random prompt generator

Diluc:

As the TV reflected a big, bloody "The End", you searched quickly the remote to turn the Devil's machine off. With a sigh, Diluc left your side on the sofa, getting up on the dark living room, unable to walk due to your fingers jailing his t-shirt.

"What?" he asks, in low tone, looking at you (or so he thinks, you're totally deep in dark). You think twice about telling him, moving your legs on the sofa, making the remote fall and almost give you a heart attack. "You're scared, honey?" he asks, still quiet voice. "Wait, I'll go and turn the light..."

"No" you cut him. "Please, don't leave me alone on the couch. You saw what happened in the film..."

He leans towards the sofa, blindly searching your lips. It might be your connection or his senses to always find you, but he's kissing you softly, making your eyes close and forget anything you've seen the last two hours that could trigger you at night.

"Nothing is gonna happen, dear." he murmurs, lips touching yours as he talks. "I'm with you."

Childe:

He enjoys good horror films, and it makes it more difficult for you to watch them. Even when he insisted that you don't have to watch them if you don't like, you still want to accompany your boyfriend to the cinema to see all the new releases and the most scary ones, the ones with night entry and midnight exit. It's cold when you put a feet outside of the cinema, with Childe sighing by your side.

"It was good, but definitely not something to take away my sleep, don't you think, pretty?" You nod, making an effort to dissimulate the trembling of your legs and your sweaty hands, and trying to repress the impulse of looking around all the time, like an owl. Childe passes his arm around your shoulders, making you quiver in fear for a second. Then, he turns around, face to face, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"Thanks for accompanying me tonight. I know you don't like this films, and still, here you are. I will never thank you enough." his eyes are serious when he speaks, his hand searching yours and his cheeks blushing, maybe for the cold weather, maybe with pure adoration. "Let's go and have dinner in this 80's style place."

Taking his hand happily, you walk by his side, but his malevolent smile makes you suspect. His hand rests on your low back when he murmurs on your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

"Like the one where they killed the couple on the film, hm?"

Even tho he laughed and apologized almost a hundred times after it, now you're at home, lights all on, waiting for your funny boyfriend to finish the dinner he promised you to cook for such a disagreeable joke.

Kaeya:

Him? Scared? How is that even possible?

"You're scared" Kaeya looks offended towards your accusation. Is 2:50 AM when the film finishes and Kaeya turns on the side light. He looks – surreptitiously – to his surroundings before he finds an accusatory finger pointing at him. His cheeks get a little blushed before his usual cocky smile appears again.

"Me? No, babe. Making that accusation only leaves to one answer: You're the one scared." Still, he keeps looks from the side of his eye to the TV, now in pause, with still the fucking "Based on real facts." that is making him feel like throwing up, crying and leaving the country at the same time.

You turn the TV off and head to bed, with Kaeya behind you, turning all the possible lights on on his way. Light is faster than the monster, or that's what he wants to believe. After all, is there something faster than the light? He feels so secure with it, like having always an invisible friend that comes quick to your call.

One of the cats – probably – on the guest room makes a picture fall from the wall. It's an usual noise – this cat has already reached 4 of the 7 drawings hanging on the cream colored walls – but still, Kaeya corrected his theory about light and claimed that the monster was faster.

"Kaeya, come on. We're not that rich to leave every single light on. Go before me and I'll turn them down as I pass, ok?" Kaeya nods twice, trice, he doesn't know how to express the genuine gratitude that that simple phrase has put inside him. Still, he shows his flirty side.

"Going first gives me a little time to undress until you arrive, be ready."

Zhongli:

It doesn't matter if you get easily scared by horror films, because watching one with Zhongli is a whole new experience. Legs tangled and a bowl of popcorn in the middle of you, while your boyfriend keeps talking as the film continues.

"Like damn, I've seen the knife on the kitchen counter 5 times already, and you're fighting with fists because you want to."

"I'll never get why when a door looks like the other ones in horror films they all open them and act surprised when the monster is inside"

"This camera movements make me dizzy."

"Do you want to get pizza for dinner?"

"It's so predictable that the jumpscare is gonna be here, oh, there you see."

Actually, you think it's just the talkative personality of your boyfriend, but Zhongli is always caring that you're comfortable while watching this type of films. You do like watch whatever they're putting on TV on Saturday's with him and, honestly, your body releases the tension and the film looks less scary with every single comment Zhongli makes. That's why at night, both hugged under the covers and his mouth resting on your neck, you talk quietly.

"Thanks for the comic relief during the film. It really makes it a lot less scary."

He kisses your neck soflty, smiling against it.

"It's done, love. I hope they start to put the good films again."

"Oh, no..." Zhongli laughs quietly, getting on top of you.

"One rich girl moves to the countryside and learns to take care of cows, must be my favorite genre."

[hqrbinger]

too young.

summary; you ask them to slow dance in the moonlight with you pairings; xiao, kujou sara, scaramouche x reader (no pronouns used) warnings; hcs, fluff, no beta, god do i even need to mark this as self-indulgent all of my shit is atp notes; I WAS JUST READING ARTEM FANFIC WHILE LISTENING TO OLD 50'S LOVE SONGS AND THIS WAS BORN ???? another post w artem coming soon after this <333 i just rlly wanted to write this pls it all happened in like an hour im so sorry for the low quality-

song; too young- nat king cole

⇢if you ask, he's probably going to not know what you're talking about at all ⇢you're gonna have to show him what it is <33 ⇢since you have only ever heard about it in stories of love you would hear as a child, you're both going to not really know what you're doing at all ⇢but you're with him and he's with you, and that's the fact that matters most ⇢it will probably be late, on the balcony of wangshuu inn, only the sounds of the waterwheel and the rustle of the leaves, making the two of you truly alone (solitude is important, he wouldn't be comfortable doing this while anyone is around to see) ⇢so you take his hands, positioning one on your hip and holding the other (he's going to be blushing, but 100% pretending it's not affecting him) ⇢you show him the movement, keeping it simple and just swaying back and forth in a small circle ⇢he's pretty awkward at first, unsure of how to properly shuffle his feet or how tightly to hold your hand ⇢but he eventually gets the rhythm, keeping up with you and even leading a little ⇢he would never say it directly, but he really enjoys dancing with you ⇢he definitely didn't understand the appeal at first, but once your hand was in his, as close as you were to him, the moment truly felt intimate ⇢when you smile up at him, praising him on how fast of a learner he is, he can't resist the urge to kiss you, effectively flustering you instead <33

⇢sara knows what this is, but she's never actually partaken in it ⇢you're both enjoying a quiet evening outside of the kujou encampment, it was one of her few days of peace when she was able to relax and she decided to spend it stargazing with you ⇢when the idle chit chat stills, you look up at her and ask her to dance with you ⇢she'll blush, asking you what in teyvat gave you that idea an turn away from you (to hide her red face) ⇢(but she lets you take her hands and pull her up anyway) ⇢like xiao, she's also going to be a bit stiff for the first few moments of dancing, but she'll relax eventually ⇢you start out with the lead, your hand on her hip, guiding her through the simple movements, but after a while she asks to switch ⇢she'll give a small smirk at your imminent blush, but now that she's comfortable and a bit more confident she wants to take control ⇢by this point, she's striving to make it a little more intimate, so she leans into you, pulling you closer, now dancing with you cheek-to-cheek ⇢now you're the one to falter, blushing furiously as now you can feel the slight brush of her breath against your ear

⇢this man definitely doesn't get it ⇢you definitely have to be 100% alone for him to even entertain the thought of dancing with you ⇢but, in the case you are, he's... partial ⇢your beaming smile when he begrudgingly agrees seals the deal for him lets be real ⇢he actually surprisingly knows what it is, and takes the lead almost immediately ⇢his cheeks ARE pink at your closeness, he isn't really that accustomed to physical affection so he's gonna b a bit flustered <333 ⇢gimme blushy scaramouche please and thank you ⇢you simply cannot tell me that this man is not flirty and likes to see you blushing tho ⇢will not pass on this opportunity to try and make you lose your cool ⇢whether it be putting just the slightest bit of extra pressure when holding your hip or whispering sultry things in your ear; he's gonna pull out all the stops as revenge for making him feel similar (even if it wasn't your intention, he's just competitive) ⇢now that he knows this rlly pushes your buttons he will be dancing with you again in the future don't even worry

[demonologistfucker]

MC wants to meet some Creatures - Obey Me! Brother’s - Fluff

Gn!mc asks one of the brothers to take them to find a magical creature. This is for the main brothers, but if people want one for the newly datables just ask! I would love to do more <3

Lucifer

Is Cerberus not enough? We can go down and pet him if you like 

It’s going to take some convincing to get this trip to happen. Needlessly risking the human's life just to see something neat? I think not 

But your eyes were so big when you asked… fine. He’ll find something worthwhile that isn’t going to get you killed

Prep for the trip is Lucifer covering you in about 50 different protection spells. 

Then you’ll be flying. Hold on tightly and try not to look directly into the wind. That’s not good for your human eyes. Lucifer’s arms are firm around you as his wings stretch out. With a push you’re off. Being lifted from the ground purely from the strength of his wings? It’s an undescribable feeling. 

Soon you are out of the Devildom and flying above the Hell Wilds. A vast landscape of all sorts of terrors. From red grasses that could cut through bone, or the vast tar fields that bubble toxic gas. There is a beauty to it. Especially if you are safe above it all.

A large canyon comes into sight. “This canyon was cut by Lotan’s first rampage, and where Levi made Lotan his pet.” Lucifer begins to descend. Swooping down in a tight spiral to slip into the canyon. 

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then you can see something glowing. Many somethings glowing. They crawl over the canyon sides. They are nothing like you’ve seen before, but if you were to pin down to something earth like… they are most similar to sea slugs? But they have legs and bright, piercing eyes. With beautiful fins running down their back. Each looks to be a droplet of a rainbow. 

“Gems left in the earth can collect enough magic to come to life.” They have no name, but they could fit in the palm of your hand. Tho please don’t touch they are highly condensed magical creatures and could shred your human body without meaning too.

Mammon

“Can I trust you?” He looks at you with surprising serious. Though he’s scratching his chin which makes it a little hard to take him seriously. When you say Of Course, Mammon quickly cracks into a grin. “Alright, give me a day, but-” He just starts nodding and runs off. Delighted with his own idea too much to tell you more

The Next day you meet Mammon outside the house of lamentation. He is already in his demon form and has a large sack in his hands. Which appears to be full of weird trinkets and a whole lot of grimm. 

Where are you going? The Hell Wilds. Which is… so unhelpful because the Hell wilds are nearly infinite. 

Mammon scoops you up bridle style, and then you’re off into the air. Mammon cannot stop smiling, “I haven’t taken anyone here before.” He mainly says this too himself. But looks at you with so much delighted you can’t help but blush. 

This would be a much longer flight if Mammon wasn’t so good at using the air currents to his advantage. Diving to catch the updraft that send you both rocketing through the air. You’re at not risk of danger. Mammon wouldn’t let that happen to you, but it does feel like a roller coaster. When you level out, you’re facing a dark mountain. It cuts into the air with jagged certainty. Mammon lands halfway up its sides. 

“She doesn’t like it when I fly into the nest. So we’ll have to walk to the rest.” If you ask any questions about what is happening. His response is a grin. “You know how Crows and I get along? Well… this is where that started.”

The mountain is only partial rock. The rest is ash, twigs and mud stuck together to keep the mountain from falling apart. Crows and ravens sit perched along the cliff sides. Some crows come flying to the mountain with fresh mud to repair parts of the mountain. The dark birds watch you and Mammon with intense, unrelenting eyes. Mammon smiles to them, and carries on with ease. 

The path winds up to a crack in the side of the mountain. Mammon gestures for you to wait outside while he walks in first. You can hear something massive stir. The rustle of feathers and the scratch of claws against stone. Then Mammon pokes his head out and beckons you in.

Curled within the mountain is a great beast. It’s hard to tell one part from another because she is massive, and her dark feathers blend into each other. Her head is stuffed into the bag Mammon brought. When she sits up, she has a golden cup in her maw. The Crow Drake is stunning and terrifying. Her eyes are molten red, and her teeth cut through the gold. 

The Crow Drake is the matriarch from all the crows and ravens in Hell. When Mammon was young, he fled to this mountain and was given a drake’s comforts. As well as his first crow familiar. 

She reaches up to get a good look at you. Her beak pressing against you. Nudging you around and bringing her eyes right up to yours. Then she sits back and let's out a satisfied sqwaks. Mammon is about to say something when the Crow Drake leans over and picks him up by the collar of his jacket. Mammon is plopped onto her soft back, and she begins preening his hair. Making little noises every once in a while. “I know I used too much conditioner, stop harassing me” Mammon is blushing fiercely. 

Levi

“Gah! Why can’t Lotan be more gentle.” Levi really wants you to meet Lotan, but it’s highly likely that Lotan would try to kill you the moment you met. All the photos of Lotan have been just… blue scales, or a big eyeball. 

But Lotan is one of many Sea serpents. Actually, there are all sorts of magical creatures in the sea, and Levi is going to tell you about All of them. While he tries to figure out how to make sure you can breathe underwater. 

“I am not allowed near the merfolk palace though, so... Can’t take you there.” If pushed on the matter, he will turn red and stammer about how Lotan just wanted a snack. 

He found a spell! He’ll need Solomon’s help, but it should give you 24 hours of breathing underwater. Now it’s time to go into his tank. 

Did you assume that he just had a normal wall sized fish tank? Of course not. The back wall has been turned into a convenient portal to The Ocean. It’s not an earth ocean, and hell doesn’t actually have a lot of clean water. This Ocean is an in between realm that connects to the abstract of earth’s waters, and all the magic that one could possibly find in those depths. 

At first Levi gets distracted showing you all the fish. Look at the coral! And the trigger Fish! Oh, what a pretty anemone. He’s so caught up in showing you around that he’s not even embarrassed to be holding your hand the whole time.

 Levi is such a strong swimmer he barely even notices dragging you along with him. His tail easily propels you both forward, and with great agility he can swim through the coral reefs. Then you hit the edge. Suddenly there is a vast nothing below you. Light fades below. 

Down you go! It would be more unsettling if you didn’t have leviathan right besides you. Who is practically vibrating with his excitement. Underwater Levi looks so much more comfortable. Moving with such ease and without any hesitation.

You can feel the water begin to shift as something Massive approaches. Levi pauses and let's out a trill. Which is met by a deep noise that rattles your bones. 

Red is a hard color to see in the deep ocean. Not enough light in that wave length can reach that far down. So at first it’s just a dark dot in the distances. Then it’s brilliant red head comes surging towards you. The water rushes around as the sea serpent begins to swim in a spiral around you and Leviathan. Leviathan is beaming and spinning around to keep up with the Serpent’s face. Letting out happy trills sporadically. 

Eventually the Sea Serpent settles down and lets its body relax out. The Serpent stretches out so far that it’s back fines look so small. Yet their face is larger than a bus. The Serpent looks at you for a long while, and then it flicks it head upward. Which makes Leviathan blush a vibrant red. 

She approves

Satan

Satan needs two weeks to prepare! But he has an idea. How do you feel about sewers?

“The Devildom aqueducts are actually one of the cleanest places in hell. It’s really an astounding work of engineering-” he goes on for a while about all the intricate workings. Seems there is a lot of plant filtering the waters, as well as creatures that can digest what the plants can’t process. 

Satan gives you one of his books of magic. “I am their friend, but if you want them to accept your presence, it’s best to provide a gift. To show you mean well.” Unlike the others, Satan will give you a heads-up on whom you’re about to meet. Though, he gives the explanation as you’re walking towards the sewer’s entrance. 

“Their name is Elos, and they are one of the oldest chimera’s alive. They were created in less than stellar circumstances, but handled it rather well.” By eating their creator. “Now they used the leftover alchemical equipment to do their own studying, as well as keep the aqueduct ecosystem in balance.”

The entrance looks like any other sewer grate in a city. Satan can easily move the heavy cover off, and watches as you begin to climb down the ladder. Satan closes the cover as he starts his descent. The sewers are Massive. The tunnel is about 20 feet wide and 20 tall. A perfect circle, except for the walk ways going along the side. A sort of seaweed is growing at the bottom of the waterways. Little fish duck in and out of the waving reeds. Further in more plants grow along the side. Some areas have full banks that cover the waterways. You can also see long claw marks running along the sides of the tunnel. As well as the residue of a recent magical explosion. “Hmm, looks like Elos got annoying company.” Satan smirks at the blast marks. 

One of the original designers of the sewers was the grand wizard who made Elos. So there is a laboratory at the dead center of the sewer system. If one were to look at the blueprints, you’d be able to see a magic circle drawn by the tunnels. Well almost one. Those plans were later worked over to fix the functionality of the sewer system for the devildom. Elos didn’t want to do any city wide magic, so they aren’t really upset about it. 

Outside of Elos’s laboratory is a large blue door. Painted on it are bright yellow runes that start to shimmer green as Satan approaches. Satan knocks, and it’s a full three minutes before the sound of the door unlocking. With effort, it swings inwards, and the smell of chemicals and herbs assaults your nostrils. 

Satan goes about the polite introduction. Leading you into the laboratory, but it’s hard to pay attention. There are so many strange machines littered across the room, and Elos themself is a feat to understand. Their face is divided into three parts, one of a bull, one of a woman, and the other of an ape. They have large arms with hands that drag across the floor. Their fingers are thin claws of a bird. Chest comes from some great lizard not from earth. Hide legs appear to be lion like, and its tail is an arched scorpion stinger. Elos looks at you with deep eyes. 

When you present the spell book Satan gave you. Elos sneers at you but takes the book. “A gift provided from someone else is weaker… but will do.” her voice is a dry and raspy. Speaking with vocal cords never crafted for such intricate language. 

Asmodeous

“Want to meet some of the lovelies that help me torment souls?!”  

They’re the creature Asmodeous has easy access to, so I recommend saying yes if you want to go with him

“They’re for a very specific time of person. The sort who think their beauty makes up for all the harm they caused.” A dark look smolders in Asmo’s eyes, but when he looks at you, it softens. Back to his normal bright heart eyes. 

Asmo summons a cab to drive you both to the outskirts of the devildom. To… a ranch? Soft green meadows stretch out as far as you can see. Wooden fences mark the edge of the road. When you look close, you can see sigils carved into the posts. 

Out in the field you can see them. Powerful horses with glimmering spiraled horns. Some are pure white with long wavy mains, but they are as diverse as any herd of horses. 

“My beautiful unicorns,” Asmo leans over the fences to get a better look at them. “You’ll get to have a closer look at those in the stables right now. They won’t be too happy about being locked up, but they’re so wonderful just to look at.”

These unicorns come from more of a… vicious tradition. Their diets are completely carnivorous and with a strong preference for humans. 

While you enter the stables, Asmo explains that these stables are more for necessary check-ups, and not where the unicorns stayed. They had their own dens somewhere in the meadows. Asmo hadn’t cared to find it, but it is out there. 

So the unicorns that are in are here to have a thorough cleaning by one of the stable works. No you cannot help I’m afraid. These Unicorns would not be able to tell you apart from the souls they are encouraged to feast upon. All the other folk who work at the stable are non-human, and they still get bite. What’s worse is when a Unicorn decided to charge. 

To make sure none of that happens, you’ll be safely on the other side of the door. Even though you can’t get close. You still can see the Unicorns very well. They are beautiful creatures. The shortest is still taller than the average horses. With eyes set more forward on their skull, and sharp angular bodies. Their legs are less brittle. With hooves that are divined into three sharp angles. 

While most of the unicorns with in the stable seem antsy to leave. They all give their own greeting to Asmo. A dappled gray is the most affectionate. Letting Asmo pet the sides of their face, and rubbing up against Asmo’s head. It looks at you with curiosity. Sniffs the air and whinnies. “I know,” Asmo coos. “They are very tasty looking, but you can’t have any. I want this human to stick around.” The Unicorn snorts and flicks it tail in annoyance.

Beelzebub

His eyes light up when you ask to meet some magical creatures. “We won’t have to go too far… but we should wait till the house is quiet.” Que Mammon sprinting through the hallways trying to out run Lucifer. “They don’t like the ruckus.”

Beel asks you to meet him in the kitchen once everyone else has gone to their rooms. When you enter you find him setting out a tray with a dish of milk, honey, and some crackers. He then hands you a block of cheese. “Cut up some cubes of this.” and so you do. Beel doesn’t take any food from the tray, but he does rummage in the fridge while you get the cheese ready. 

Once it’s all ready, Beel sets the tray in the middle of the counter. He then pulls out a little golden bell, and rings it.  There is a beat of silence, and then doors you had never seen before open. One door is tucked into the wall trim, another in the backspace, and a third underneath the cabinets. Who comes tumbling out are small fuzzy creatures. They walk on their hind legs, and have large flat faces. Almost like a bat, but their eyes are old and wise. They are dressed in hand stitched clothes made from old table clothes, towels, or other scraps of fabric they could steal without much fuss. 

“Who is this?!” One of them points pocket knife at you. “My friend,” Beel says and when he looks at you he can’t help but smile. “Hmm… did your friend cut this cheese?” Beel nods. “Next time make them smaller. Our children will struggle to hold these.”

These are House Brownies. A type of fae that can be found in most loving homes. They are a people of high standards but with over whelming big hearts. Beel is the main reason the house brownies live within the house of lamentation. No one else remembers to set out food for them. So no one else gets the help of the Brownies. Beel however often finds that his chores have been done for him, and snacks are often left on his bed side table. Small snack since the brownies can’t carry too much, but he deeply appreciates it. 

Brownies are some of the easiest fae to talk with. The worst you can do is hurt their pride, but they are quick to accept earnest apologies. Not the sort of fae who will steal your name and trick you into dancing yourself to death… well… There have been a couple brownies who have done that. But the people were true assholes. 

One of the brownies who is dress in a floral dress comes up to you. They give you a once over, and then start to climb up the back of your shirt. Now on your shoulder, the Brownie sniffs your face and pokes your cheeks. The Brownie’s whiskers tickle, and it’s hard not to react. But their fur is so soft, and they smell like honey and clove. 

“You should have brought this one sooner.” The floral Brownie says in a sing-song voice. “They can bring us human snacks, yes?” “I want a candy!” Another brownie cheers. “Are human homes as noisy as demon homes?” “What is a cat? We hear the mean one speak of them, but never have seen them.” “Is cat friend or foe to the brownie?” Another brownie is now climbing you. This one decided to perch on the top of your head. “Human smells nice. Keep them Beel.”

Belphegor

“Okay, but you’re paying for their snacks.”

Which turned out to be nearly ten pounds of red meat. You’re also the one who has to carry the bag as you walk into the properly sketchy parts of the Devildom city. Belphegor looks as nonchalant as normal. Except for when he needs to glare at any other Demon who might start making eyes at you. 

Now it’s into the dark alleys you go. Winding past business and into tight brick alley ways. The surrounding buildings seem to tower up through the sky. Blocking the darkness above. There is even a hint of sulfur in the air. 

“Alright, set the meat down.” Belphegor stops at the intersection of four alley ways. It makes a small circle in the middle. The ground is dark and stained from years of murk. Moss grows up the walls, and blooms in the cracks. You set the meat down and then back up next to Belphegor. “Are you nervous?” He grins a little and then brings his fingers to his lips and whistles Loud. 

You can hear them running. Many heavy feet charging down the paths. They’re coming from every direction, and now hear their panting breath. Growling and snarls as they try to be the first to reach their meal. 

If you thought earthly wolves are big. You are blown away by the size of hellhounds. They keep their heads low but still stand at least three feet tall. Their teeth are as black as their fur, and they have barbed tails that whip back and forth in a frenzy. The Hell hounds are at first completely distracted by the food left out for them. 

“When they’re not hungry, they’re really sweet.” Belphegor crosses his arms and leans back against the wall. Patiently waiting for the Hell Hounds to calm down. “They’re in the city to hunt down pests. Lucifer see’s them as exterminators,” One of the Hell Hounds now trots over to Belphegor. It rams its head into his stomach, demanding attention. Belphie laughs a little and starts to scratch its ears. Now content that it’s getting love. The Hell Hound eyes you. First a sniff, and then it tries to bite your clothes. “Hey,” Belphie says in a stern voice, and that’s all the Hound needed. You’re not food? Well then you must be friend too. 

The message is spread through the rest of the pack, and soon you are surrounded. The Hell Hounds breath is rancid, and they will not stop trying to give you kisses. 

Two of the hounds manage to get Belphie on the ground, and sit on top of him. Belphie’s face is flushed, and he only tries to get them off half-heartedly. Then accepts their cuddles and closes his eyes. “They’re not allowed in the house. So I come here a lot… you can join me next time if you want.”

A/N: Thank you @squidubus for the great idea of Mama Crow Drake preening Mammon’s hair. I luuuv uuuu

[escaronarts]

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You walk through the pouring rain, white clouds of breath escaping your cold lips as you push on. Water make puddes on the pavement and you try to avoid them the best you can. Its cold. And dark. In the distance dogs are barking. You make a quick turn and find youself in a narrow alleyway between tall buildings. Theres no street light in here, and yet you keep walking. Faster. But then you stop.

    Something move in the other end of the alley, appear from behind the corner. Dancing silhouettes on the wall. Pale shapes in the shadows. They are... hands. Many hands, crawling over the walls like spiders - attached to snake like, billowing arms, reaching, searching.

   You start to back away. Turn around to flee the way you came. But when a snarl cut through the night. And you realize that you are trapped. They block the way. Skeletal creatures resembling dogs only bigger. Black fur covering starved bodies. Blind skulls grinning wide, flashing sharp teeth. They are at least 8 maybe more. And on their ragged backs dousands of arms are reaching toward you. That is when you see the eyes.

You sit up so fast that you get dizzy. Heart beating fast. Night clothes drenched in sweat. The moonlight flow in through the window casting soft shadows over your room. Everything is silent in the house. Everyone sleeping. It was a dream. No matter how real it had felt. Only a dream. You fall back into bed. Relieved.

   In the distance dogs start barking and you stiffle a shudder. Youve had that same dream for a while now. But never before have those monsterous creatures come so close. Never before have you seen the hands. The eyes. You turn in bed, put the cover around you.  Time to skip out on late night snacks.

   Soft footsteps just outside your window break the silence. The sound of many feet. No, not feet. Paws. And no again, not outside your window anymore. Just outside your bedroom door. Heavy snarling breaths follow. Nails start scraping over your door. And then you see the door handle move.

*****

What do you think? Scared of the monsters you see before you? What would you say if I told you that these "monsters" arent truly evil but protectors of the innocent? Namely, protectors of animals.

You see, these beasts, the "Soul Seers" hunt those who deliberately hurt, kill and/or are cruel to animals. Thats when they notice you and start to show up in your subconsious, in your dreams. At first they are far of, mere shadows lurking in the background. You may catch a glimps of a big black animal, hear a distant bark. But if your cruelty continue so will their grasp of you and soon your dreams turn into nightmares. The barks will become more intense, draw closer. More and more skeletal paw prints will appear where you walk. Hand prints and nail marks will cover the walls. And the feeling of always being chased fill your very essence. And finally they will catch up to you, surround you, trap you, and fully see you. That is when the Soul Seers are able to tread into your reality and find you. That is when your time is over my friend, and there is no escape. But be sensible, can you even say you derserve to get away..?

Seers hunt in packs, up to 50 individuals in one unit. They exists in thousands. They are intelligent and fast, and even tho their skeletal heads are blind they have more than enough eyes to see  both in dark and light. When those eyes lock onto a corrupted soul they wont stop the hunt until said soul is devoured, and when it is, a new pair of arms, hands and eyes will grow from the Soul Seers body... Need I really explain from where they come?

MADE:

The Soul Seer is completely handmade, original and OOAK (one of a kind). Its head, neck, legs and tail are all hand sculpted, every shape, line and detail made with the outmost of care. The head is also casted for durability, and everything painted, shaded and highlighted in acrylics with small brushes, time and effort. The eyes (on the hands) are glossed for a lifelike look and everything sealed and varnished for protection. Its body is made of the softest and most high quality fauxfur that Ive trimmed over a very sturdy wire skeleton. It is also shaped so it looks like the ribcage is visible, and theres added blood stains in the fur, on the limbs and inside the neckline of hands. The Soul Seer is completely posable, from the neck, legs and feet, 7 arms and tail. It can take a wide variety of stances and is super durable (wont break even if you happen to drop him - is is not a toy for childen tho but a unique artwork. In total it has 12 hands - all hand sculpted one by one and seven of them (on its back) has glow in the dark eyes painted on the back of the hands. The Soul Seer is a truly unique artdoll, lots and lots of hours, skills, careful work and a part of my soul went into making it and I will never make another like it again. Enjoy and Thank You for looking! <3

SIZE: It stand 42cm tall (16.53 inches) and 37cm long (14.56 inches)

© 2020 Linda Escaron Lundqvist - all rights reserved

[celestialmango]

Reader insert,Unwilling prey, digestion and fatal vore(not you tho, you're safe...kinda) soft vore, safe vore, fallout au, super mutant variant Pred, Pred's a jerk, but a jerk that gets rid of your raider problem.

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You sigh as your toes flex digging into the dirty cracked asphalt of the road, you had set up from your town established around the vault to act as a merchant/messenger and had been doing well... until you ran into some raiders, luckily you managed to bargain your way out with your life, there were too many to take out on your own, you're lucky you still had your hidden gun and ammo, not so lucky they took your armor, your goods and your shoes.

As you continue on your way back to the vault settlement you hear a commotion behind you and feel the ground shake getting increasingly close surprisingly fast, you don't even have time to turn around before you're about nine feet in the air, scooped up by a large greenish arm and sat on a shoulder looking behind to see a large group of super mutants chasing the one hauled you into the air while they ran you don't have much time to think about what's going on before your improvised steed booms at you.

"SHOOT HUMAN" you react instinctively and start shooting the pursuers while the mutant carrying you runs, you're glad you had been training as a sharp shooter before you got frozen because it's coming in handy now as you fire bullet after bullet, reloading when empty at the hostile mutants hitting your mark everytime and crippling them, some loose legs, some lose arms and some you straight up headshot, "HAHAHA ATA HUMAN!" The one carrying you yells.

Your gun clicks empty as you finally run out of bullets but by then there's only two left the one who's shoulder you're riding and the last one chasing them, they skid to a stop and lightly toss you on top of a good 15ft tall rail car that stands to the side of the road having rolled off the nearby track ages ago, you finally get a good look at the mutant while they turn and bullrush the other, their long hair blowing flowing in the wind as they tackle the other to the ground and start brutalizing them with their fists....wait

Don't super mutants eat humans? And since when did a super mutant have hair, shit there's no way for you to get down without injuring yourself and no one around for you to call out to for help, you don't even have the time to think of how to escape before you hear a splattering crack and crunch of bone, you quickly turn back and see the hulking mash of muscle stand with blood dripping off their hands as they turn around and you get a better look at their face that has a splash of red caking it as they approach the train car grinning wildly. You notice even more details that don't make them look like your typical super mutant and honestly they actually kinda look similar to fan art you saw before of people's half orc characters only without the pointy ears and tusks...god you miss DND.

You shouldn't have let yourself get distracted, they're already at the side of the car, they stretch their arms out to you, "Come ere human. _______ ain't gonna kill you" you blanch 'n-no thank you, I'm fine up here.' the super mutant scoffs "bah, human can come to _______ or _______ can tip metal thing over and human can go smack on the ground. Human can choose easy way or painful way."...shit, you really don't have a choice here do you? You scooch over to the edge the super mutant is waiting at and swing your legs over the side.

The super mutant who's name you guess is ______ grasps your waist with both hands and lifts you off the roof of the ancient train car but they don't set you down just yet, you notice they're staring at your feet "where's humans shoes?" You answer them nervously and slightly confused 'o-oh. Um.. well I kinda got robbed by raiders a few miles back.' the mutant looks at your face intently and you sweat nervously "how many?" 'wha?' "How many raiders human" 'oh, there were five. W-why?' _____ grins at you viciously setting you further on edge before they say "human do _____ favor, _____ return it" just like that all your tension leaves you 'ah, so are you going to put me down or?'

_____ sets you back on their shoulder, "human point way, _____ follow" you guess this is just how your day is going to go now, 'ok.' you point out the direction you came from and _____ takes off in a run.

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_____ skids to a stop again just 50 ft from the raider camp just as night falls giving them excellent cover, they bend down and set you down in the open back of a brokendown pick-up truck before shutting the trunk, you can clearly see out the back and side windows as the mutant grins at you and cracks their knuckles "_____ be right back." They say before standing up and storming into the camp with a battlecry, you try to open the truck bed but it's jammed, guess you have no choice but to wait for _____ to get back.....you hope they don't die as you hear the gunfire begin.

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The gunfire finally stops after half an hour, it's about 6 more minutes with you having your face buried in your knees before you hear groaning and loud footsteps, your head snaps up when the back of the truck is torn open and you stare like a deer in headlights, "ur-urp _-____ back...urrgggh" they groan in discomfort one hand on their obscenely large and squirming gut, the other arm reaching in and pulling you out of the truck, you stare in horror as you see hand prints and faces push out from their stomach the sounds of muffled obscenities and screams almost silenced by the loud gurgles as their guts makes quick work of them eventually going still as it starts to shrink.

_____ clicks their fingers in front of your face "oy, human" you snap out of your daze and look them in the eyes, 'ah' "no more raiders." 'uh-huh' is all you can say, you turn to walk towards the now empty camp before a large hand clamps down on your shoulder, "where human think they're going?" You look at them nervously 'i-i was going to search their camp for my stuff they stole from me' they look at you with a wild expression "human not going anywhere." 'wha? But you don't plan to eat me too?' they grin wider "_____ never said that." You squeak in fear before _____'s expression slips, they burst out laughing and let go "HAHAHA human should see humans face!"

Your expression goes flat as you stare at them for their cruel joke blankly before gasping in surprise as they drag you closer by your arm and press your hand to the softening, still shrinking bulge of their gut, "human do ____ another favor and ____ won't kill human" you feel a chill run down your spine and you start rubbing their stomach while you shiver in fear. "Ahhh, that's a good human."

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It doesn't take long before there's no sign there was ever anyone in _____'s stomach, they grab the back of your shirt and drag you toward their face "time for dessert!" 'BUT YOU SAID-' you squeak out before they interrupt "____ knows what _____ said" then they shove your face into their gaping maw and swallow, groaning in pleasure at your taste and pinning your arms to your sides as they push you in further swallowing again the strong muscles of their throat having no trouble dragging you in further as you shriek and squirm, they tilt their head up hands tight around your legs as they take a deep gulp, you sink in up to your knees, your head pops into their now empty stomach, there's not much left of you outside, you don't see a single trace of the raiders that were previously here and your breath catches in your throat as you freeze.

In a few more gulps your feet are dragged inside out of the cooling night air and you're slow forced to curl up, ____s' gut bulging out once more they settle a hand on their stomach and pick at their teeth with one of their finger nails. A long deep burbling groan sounds from their belly as their stomach starts to gurgle, squeezing and flexing around you, you snap out of your stunned state and start pushing back struggling. 'you-YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T KILL ME' you yell panicking, ___ is nonchalant in their reply "yeah", you cry out distressed and ask your voice close to tears 'WO-won't eating me kill me?' "ppft naw" ____ pats their gut with a grin "dessert probably notice ______ look different, ______ special" 'Wha-What's that mean?' they put both hands on their round stomach and squeeze causing you to squeak in discomfort at how tight it is.

"Mean dessert should shut up and sleep, then dessert become human again in the morning" 'M-My name is (Y/N)! and what do you mean human again?' they scoff not bothering to answer your question in a way you understand, they know they were quite clear the first time, "No, your name dessert and dessert can be (y/n) tomorrow" they say as they rub and press at their stomach while they walk back to the raider camp to set up for the night with you making squeaks of discomfort as they continue to, in their opinion, playfully bully you.

[yeehawfolk]

Hi! I think yr totally right about Felix's teeth probably not being great and how he and the rest of the crew should have more scars! Do u have any other lil appearance HCs for him/the whole gang? (:

OK! SO! I have a Lot of HCs about the crew, appearance-wise, anyway. Don't get me wrong, I love their canon designs, but I feel like they didn't utilize "Halcyon is fucked" enough with your companions? If that makes sense. I'm going to break this up character by character, so it'll be an easier read!

Also, I'm gonna put a TW on this for slight self harm on this?? It's not emotionally motivated at all, it's like when you'd compete to see who can get the gnarliest eraser burn in middle school, but nevertheless, I want to warn y'all ahead of time, it's on Ellie's part.

Parvati:

-Honestly, her eyes are gorgeous. They're brown, but an amber kind of brown, and very bright.

-I personally HC that Parvati chews her nails when she's nervous, so they're always nubs and usually pretty dirty, bc Mechanic and all.

-Her hands have faint scars from nicks and burns from working on machinery. The skin on her hands doesn't scar easily, but she still has a few gnarly scars from particularly bad burns or cuts that she wasn't able to take proper care of.

-Constantly has bruises of unknown origin on her arms and legs. She bruises very easy, and always has, which is kind of precarious when you're a mechanic.

-This might already be canon and I just haven't noticed bc I'm using the Switch version, but I HC Parv has some freckles sprinkled around her face. Not a lot by any means, but I HC she gets frequent sun when she's working on certain parts of the town, and freckles are a bi-product of that.

-She has a couple small scars on her face; one just below her eye on her cheek, and another on her chin. I like to think she fell on her chin, and the other was from her first project that blew up in her face, literally.

-Her skin is just a bit ashy because she hasn't had access to a lot of good lotions over the years.

-Despite taking a shower every morning, she accumulates grease smudges and dirt from her plants on herself very easily. She cleans up for her and Junlei's dates, but for casual visits both don't really bother. Sometimes they make a game of smudging each other with grease while they work and by the time they're finished their faces look like they were going for war paint.

-I like to think Parvati and Junlei eventually wear rings with each other (like, years down the line) and when Parvati gets deep in thought, she rests it against her lips. Junlei does something similar by turning her ring on her finger.

-Parv has ok teeth, not like great, but she takes pretty good care of them, even if sometimes she has to forgo it for a day or few while out with the Captain.

-When she's in Edgewater, she's always skinny, and if you squinted you probably could pick out a rib or so. But after she moves in with The Captain, she gains weight, and finally has the little pooch of fat that you're supposed to have around the middle. Ellie helps her keep up with nutritional needs (what you can get in Halcyon, anyway) and gets very proud when she makes her goals.

Felix:

-This boy has horrible teeth. His sweet tooth + being an orphan in the Back Bays didn't leave much time for proper teeth cleaning. He probably never really had enough bits to get toothpaste with, either.

-Oh, boy. He has scars galore. Some are from scuffles (he has some on his back from when he was a kid and used to get in trouble for stealing) but a lot are also from getting burned by pipes, or jagged metal. A fair few are from him doing dumbass things in his teenage years ("I wonder what would happen if I heat up these rounds of light ammo with a flamethrower??") because you can't tell me this boy didn't do dumb things like every teenage boy did but with more disasterous results bc SciFi.

-His nose has been broken quite a few times, so it's crooked in a couple spots.

-Can frequently be found with bloody knuckles just because he forgets that punching someone with a mask over their face really isn't the best idea. This eventually culminates into him making the "Millstone Drop-Kick!" his go-to move.

-This isn't exactly appearance related, but I HC Felix has a fucked back from his life of hauling heavy boxes. It doesn't help that he drop kicks literally everything that moves tho.

-Probably has chronic pain in his hands from his hands getting crushed by boxes at some point or another. Several of his fingers are crooked from being broken and improperly set. His bones probably aren't the best bc of poor nutrition growing up, either, so they're a little easier to break.

-Just. Me thinking about Felix in his 40s, or even early 30s: Honey, you have a big storm coming.

-This is also a little random, but I like to think that it takes a long time for Felix to grow any kind of facial hair (he has chronic babyface) so he's super proud of his scruff.

-Max: That's peach fuzz. If that.

-Felix: Leave me alone you big hairy bastard, just bc you have to shave like every other day to keep a clean face doesn't mean all men do!!

-(He's just a bit sensitive about his facial hair)

-(He one day dreams of growing a glorious beard like Sanjar's, but it would take him like 50 years)

-(Shut up Max one day he'll have an amazing handlebar mustache and you won't be laughing then)

-I have no idea if piercings or tattoos are a Thing in Halcyon (probs not, honestly, but I can dream) but if they are, he tried to pierce his ears by himself once, they got infected, and he got really sad when he had to let them close. The marks are still there but the holes have closed by now.

-ELLIE PIERCES HIS EAR AND HELPS HIM KEEP IT CLEAN

-Felix is strong, but he's skinny and gangly as all hell and it's hard as fuck to get him to gain any weight, mostly because he still has his habit of eating only what he needs and stashing the rest. It takes him a while with the crew to get over that, and when he does, he gains a healthy amount of weight around his middle. Ellie teases him a bit, but is 1,000x happier that he's no longer damn near a walking skeleton.

-Listen. Ellie and Felix are bros I don't make the rules. She denies it but she would kill for Felix.

-Usually has slight dark circles under his eyes, because he has nightmares sometimes and can't sleep.

-His eyes are really, really pretty. Like. Super fucking pretty. He has long lashes and they sparkle when he smiles. His eyes are hazel like Max's, but more on the brown side, with streaks of green radiating out from the pupil.

-Speaking of smiles. He has the goofiest and sweetest grins around. A little self-conscious about his teeth, but honestly that doesn't stop him from laughing and smiling with everyone. He has a couple broken teeth, but honestly it just makes his grin a lil lopsided and cute.

-He gets the Worst bed-head. It stands almost straight up in every direction, but it's really easy to tame. Mostly because he just runs his hands through it and calls it a day.

-He found Max's hair gel once and went Ham. He used the whole can sticking his hair up into a mohawk, and proceeded to parade around for Ellie and Parvati. Then bolt to his room and lock the door when Max shouted his name from the bathroom. Max's hair was out of whack for like. A week. He kept blowing it out of his face and Felix and Ellie would giggle like madmen when he did.

-*BANGS FISTS ON TABLE* FELIX IS BABY! FELIX IS BABY!!

Max:

-My MANS

-Listen, I am extremely gay for Max. This needs to be known before I continue, because I have a metric fuckton of Max HCs.

-So, first off, Max takes VERY good care of his appearance. Like. Insanely good. His hair is always perfectly held back by a moderate amount of gel, his nails perfectly trimmed and cleaned. He keeps a clean-shaven face.

-But don't let that fool you, Max can and will get down and dirty when need be, he just doesn't care to stay like that.

-Quite a few scars from his prison and Tossball years. But because of the clothes he wears you wouldn't be able to see them easily. Mostly on his back/sides, though he has a couple on his torso and legs.

-The Captain calls him Bigfoot because his grows hair really fast and his arms and chest have some pretty thick hair. Max is very confused, because he personally doesn't think his feet are that big.

-Not an appearance HC per se, but he smells like soap, aftershave, and books.

-When he doesn't gel his hair, it falls in his face constantly, and it annoys the fuck out of him.

-Fuckin ripped bro. Just. What the fuck. Why is a priest this fuckin shredded. Why make my gay little heart ache more than it already does, Obsidian??

-Despite his arm muscles being like. Huge, he still has a healthy layer of fat over his middle, mostly because being an OSI Priest, he got a little bit better nutrition VS. literally all of Halcyon.

-When his knee gets Bad (like hiking through Monarch with the Captain) he has a slight limp? Barely noticeable, but you can tell he's not putting weight on it. I HC its an old Tossball injury (that might be canon, I haven't played in forever).

-Its hard to tell in the different lights of the game whether his hair is Black or Silver, and I like to think he's greying, but not fully grey yet. He can have a little hair color, still. As a treat.

-Fuckin no lashes to speak of. None at all. Baldy eyes. Its the only part of him that doesn't have really thick hair and ngl he is very salty about it. Tho his actual eyes are very pretty; they're hazel with a lot of green. He has a darker ring on the outside and flecks of brown in them.

-Has very good teeth, whiter than most of Halcyon's because of the OSI providing for him.

-Broke his nose once during Tossball, though he was able to get it set alright. Slight crook in the bridge of his nose.

-He has a lot of those moles from his face scattered around. Particularly his shoulders and back.

-Also have you seen his fuckin canon thighs??? Bro. They could crush a watermelon. Once again, I must say, what the fuck, why is this priest so fuckin shredded.

-Actually takes his physical health very seriously, so I like to think he's in great shape for his age. Seeing him in some of the canon outfits though makes me more inclined to think that's canon.

-Sorry, I have thought about this A Lot, and the gay jumps out of me sometimes.

-A fair amount of scars on his arms. Not as many as Nyoka, but a little bit more than Parvati.

-Has calloused hands, but they've softened over his years as a priest.

Ellie:

-Now I feel like Ellie wouldn't have many scars that she didn't let scar up on purpose to give her an edge. They're essentially superficial; they look cool but didn't do any real damage.

-Also, her skin is very pale, so she doesn't scar easily anyway.

-Though she does have some, and they're more recent. A couple of gashes on her arms, and a bullet wound in her side. She's proud of them.

-The dark circles under her eyes are because she likes to stay up late at night. Sometimes she contemplates her life, but she doesn't like it, and usually doesn't bother too much.

-Her lashes are very thick and full, and they compliment her eyes very well. Her eyes aren't exactly ice blue, they're a bit darker, and have real pretty lighter streaks in them.

-Yes, her lips are naturally that color. Good for picking up women, bad for looking intimidating to marauders.

-Really soft skin, she's always had access to good lotion. After she leaves Byzantium, she purposely looks a bit more grimy than she did then, which is easy to do because of her skin tone.

-Has a few moles and freckles, but not many, mostly on her shoulders and back. She was inside a lot prior to her leaving Byzantium.

-Her hair doesn't really sit down when she sleeps, but it does lose some poofiness, so she has to meticulously push it up in the mornings.

-Not quite an appearance HC, but I feel like when she gets comfortable with ADA, she gives her compliments. Stuff like "Your screen is very bright today, ADA!" ADA does the same thing. "And your hair is looking very bright as always, Dr. Fenhill."

-Muscular, but lean, and puts on weight a little easier than others, so she wouldn't look like she could kick your ass without her pirate get-up, but she could 100%, no holds barred kick your ass.

-Very good teeth. Despite wanting to look like a gnarly pirate she takes dental care very seriously. Tho she thinks about getting punched in the mouth occasionally so she could like break off a piece of her tooth. Not the whole thing, just enough to make her look tough.

-Idc if piercings and tattoos aren't a Thing in Halcyon, Ellie has pierced ears. Three in each ear, and I like to think an eyebrow and maybe nose ring. She doesn't wear them when she's in Dangerous Situations because she firsthand had to fix ears that had their earrings ripped out during rich catfights that she does NOT want that to happen to her.

-She also has tattoos covering most of her back, and some of her upper arms. She got them "illegally" (meaning it's illegal to The Board, but the Groundbreaker doesn't really give a shit) on The Groundbreaker and she's proud as fuck of them.

-I have Feelings about the missed opportunities for illegal tattoo/piercing parlors. Like I know there's not a lot of self-expression to be had and no Art aside from fonts, but c'mon. Humans have drawn on their skin since the beginning all around the world and we WOULD find ways to do it again, even if it's needle-poke tattoos.

-Anyway, back to Ellie.

-You ever hear of a "lighter tattoo"? Basically, you heat up a lighter and then stamp the hot metal into your skin and it makes a mark in the shape of the lighter head. If you get it hot enough and hold it long enough it can scar. They have a similar thing in Halcyon with Plasma Cutters. Instead of Stab, you heat it up, turn it off, and press the blade to your skin and it pretty much scars within a couple seconds.

-Ellie 100% did a few of those when she was in Byzantium as like the "hahaha edgy" thing that teenagers do.

-Like I know technically kids aren't around but... bruh... you can't tell me that teenagers in a SciFi setting wouldn't do dumb ass shit like that.

-Ellie is honestly the baddest bitch and I love her, ok, she just reminds me so much of of those high school delinquent tropes in 90s movies

Nyoka:

-SO I HAVE SOME FEELINGS ABOUT NYOKA'S CANON DESIGN... IN THAT SHE'S ESSENTIALLY A MONSTER HUNTER BUT SHE HAS NO SCARS!

-Listen, ok, she would 100% have a lot of scars from her life on Monarch. I share some HCs with @nyokaacore in that she has three scars over one of her eyes, and a few others around her face, like on her lips.

-The bulk of her scars are on her arms and body, though, as she usually is able to get the Canid or Rapt off before they get to her face.

-I like to think the scars on her eye are from Freida, the first Rapt she ever killed that's taxidermied on her wall.

-But she has a lot of scars from Raptidon claws and Canid mouthplates, sprinkled with some Manti burns and burns from Rapt spit.

-She also has her fair share of bullet scars on her, and definitely has some patches of skin discoloration from incidents regarding the sulphur pools. Chemical burns are a bitch.

-She's tall, and not exactly curvy? But broad. Big shoulders, wide hips, sturdy legs. Looks like she could kill you, could actually kill you alignment.

-The sand and sulphur in the air plays Hell on her skin, so she's got some old acne scars and places that scarred up into moles on her face. Has an issue with dry skin.

-Her skin is also pretty oily, and she washes it when she can, but water is usually better spent being drunk than washed with. However, she does carry a spare bottle of non-drinkable water to wash Rapt acid off in emergencies, so sometimes she'll pull from that to wash her face with.

-Big hands, calloused, pretty scarred up from her time on Monarch.

-I also like to think that she can tell you stories about most of the scars she has, lmao.

-Her nose, like Felix's, has been broken quite a few times and is pretty crooked.

-Most often, you see Nyoka with a slight sunburn on her face. It's hard to see, but her cheeks are usually warm to the touch.

-Her teeth aren't the best, but she does take as much care of them as she can out on Monarch. Still pretty yellow with some cavities, but not as bad at Felix's.

-Honestly the dark circles around her eyes are usually because she doesn't sleep a lot. She has dreams about CHARON, and that's not her favorite thing to do.

-At a pretty healthy weight for Halcyon, and ofc, has muscles as big as your head.

-Surprisingly soft hands, though.

[jack-o-cel]

I would like to officially introduce one of my OC's that live rent-free in my brain. He's a Resident Evil 8 OC. Even tho he's a fandom OC, he means a lot to me and has grown on me a lot. He's special to me :]

Also please spare me, Resi 8 is my first game in the Resident Evil series.

Forester Vein

Nickname: Ester

Biological Age: 138

Age Appearance: Early 20s

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay Demisexual

Place of birth: Norway

Occupation: Miranda's right-hand man. He essentially does her bidding and only takes orders from her. He also has power over the lords but is usually tasked with helping them. Besides that, he's a Botanist.

Family: Both his parents are dead. All he has is his little brother Foxglove, who looks around 7 years old.

Appearance: Forester is about 5'9". He's a twig. He's pretty pale with long white hair (It was originally brown before being implanted with his Cadou). He has light blue faded sharp eyes. He has sharp teeth (an effect of his Cadou). He also wears glasses.

When carrying out his duties for Miranda he wears a white tailcoat with gold accents, a black and white striped vest, a black dress shirt, a white and gold cross tie, black slacks, and black dress shoes with gold accents.

On his own time, he wears a white t-shirt, a beige knitted jacket, black sweatpants, and socks with sandals.

Personality: On duty, he's in what I affectionately call, customer service mode. He's very formal and helpful. He'll hold his tongue. He's Miranda's most loyal servant and does his very best to meet her expectations. On his own time, however, he more casual and sassy. He speaks his mind. Oh, and he hates Miranda with every fiber of his being (which is a lot :3).

In general, he's manipulative, obsessive, and smug. But also caring to those he loves. Would go above and beyond for them. He's a pretty serious and quiet person. Only when he's alone or with his little brother does his playful and goofy side come out. Despite his usual serious attitude, he's very expressive. His most common expression is a mocking smile.

He's very clumsy, especially when thinking about his obsession, whoever that may be. He's borderline yandere (His yandere behavior is a combination of Yuno from Future Diary, and Tsukiyama from Tokyo Ghoul).

Powers/Abilities: Enhanced strength, and regeneration.

Forester can control large thick vines (which look like large tendrils) and all plant life. He can release special pollen that allows him to control plant life (similar to Donna). The vines are different tho. He can control them without his pollen. To understand why first you have to understand how Ester's body works.

His body underneath his skin is made of vines. He also can easily regrow his limbs and regenerate his skin and hair. His vines are an extension of himself. Although his body is his main body, it isn't his core. His core is located underground surrounded by vines and impossible to get to. Vines from the core spread across the village underground. Forester can only go a few miles away from the edge of the underground vines.

The only time his core would be possible to access is when Forester transforms. His transformed state is a 50-foot tall behemoth made of vines. In this state, he's stuck where he transformed. The core is moved to just below the neck area of the vine monster. Fighting Forester is suicide in most cases. He attacks with huge vine tendrils from his arms and the base of the beast. He doesn't tire and his vines regenerate.

There are only two ways to beat him. The first way would involve killing him. You would need large amounts of fire-spreading explosives to slow him down. It makes getting to his core easier, you'll still be getting attacked tho. You'll need to be able to fly (or just about anything that's not climbing) to his core, climbing would take too long. You'll need to plant explosives where the core is sealed away. Once opened, jump in as fast as you can, the vines will close shut rather quickly.

The core is a large amber sphere. it's soft and gooey when touched gently, but if you were to attack it, it would harden. Inside the core is the shape of a man in the form of vines. That's where Forester's brain and Cadou is. Destroying that kills him.

The second method requires cooperation with Forester's brother, Foxglove. This method is to non-lethally beat him. In this method you cant use explosives, Fox won't agree to help you otherwise. You'll need a team to pull this off. You need someone, or a group, to distract the majority of the vines. You'll need a way to get to the core and something strong enough to pry open the vines long enough for Foxglove to enter where he'll take care of the rest. This method saves Forester, but kills Foxglove.

His Area: Just like the four lords he has his own area. You'll need the six-winged unborn vine key to unlock the gate that leads to his garden lab. The lab is outside with a greenhouse nearby. It's a small area. Most, if not all, would miss the entrance to his underground lair.

The underground area is seven floors down with an arena to the right of all the floors. You can peek inside the arena through 5 of the sub levels. sublevel 1 is above the arena, while level 7 is where the entrance to the arena is. The arena's ceiling is about 60 feet tall. It's used for testing Miranda's experiments abilities among other things. Forester uses it to test and train his own abilities (which is why the ceiling is so high :3).

From the main entrance to the bottom level is a spiral staircase. Each sublevel has a floor gate on the steps with a unique lock. To continue you have to find the key somewhere in the sublevel. Each level has its own tactics and enemies. They're all based on the five senses. Also, before entering you will be disarmed, one way or another.

Sublevel 1 - normal. There's an elevator on this floor locked behind a door that requires the vine key, that only Forester, and his little brother (who i'll talk about later in the post) have. The elevator goes to each level by going through hallways behind the arena walls.

Sublevel 2 - enemies that rely on sight. It'll be essentially hide and sneak kinda gameplay. If you get spotted you have to run out of sight and into a hiding place. You cant be seen going into a hiding spot.

Sublevel 3 - enemies that rely on hearing. You have to explore as quietly as possible. If a chase scene happens you have to hide in a special safe room.

Sublevel 4 - enemies that rely on smell. You'll have to regularly step into ponds that have a special substance inside that masks your scent into smelling like the enemy. But you can't get too close to the enemies there. They'll be able to identify you if you're too close. There are special rooms filled with an overwhelming amount of scents that the enemies wont enter.

Sublevel 5 - the enemies there rely on touch. They have long arms and hands that sweep across the floors. All you gotta do is avoid them. Harder said than done tho. The enemies can sense vibrations =). Dont move too erratically. Simple fast movements are best. Since they're rather big, they cant fit inside some rooms.

Sublevel 6 - The enemies here rely on taste. The key in this level is at the end of a large room that's packed with enemies with long tongues. They interact with their tongues. If they taste a human they'll attack. You have to explore the rest of the level for a vine suit to disguise as one of them. A few enemies roam outside the crowded room tho. They whip their tongues around them. It's a pretty wide radius, but it's not fast. To get past them you gave to see the whip pattern. There are no safe rooms or hide spots, besides the merchant room, in this level.

Sublevel 7 - All the above (with Forester roaming around as a treat =3)~

Arena - Boss Battle =))))))

Story: Forester was born in one of the poorest areas in Norway. His parents barely had enough to feed him, and themselves. When Ester was 10 he found a job at a garden owned by an old wealthy woman. To get the job he had to pretend to be rich. He did a lot of stalking to learn the behavior of rich kids his age; he got very good and stalking and slipping on a mask. He also stole clothes and food to look the part. The old lady was none the wiser. For 6 years she believed in his carefully constructed lie.

The old lady happened to have no living relatives, with no one else to give her wealth and belongings to, she gave it all to Forester when she died; He was 16. With his newly acquired wealth, he gave his family a comfortable home, with everything they could need and want.

Forester had always wanted to attend school, but could never afford or have time for it. Now that he could, he immediately enrolled. It was incredibly difficult. He was somewhat educated, he'd stolen books in the past and taught himself, but he was still incredibly behind. Regardless he tried his best and spent countless nights up studying. Eventually, he was able to do more than catch up, but surpass many of his peers.

After graduation, he went to college out of his country where he majored in botany and aimed for a PhD. He met Miranda in college. They had a few similar classes and got along well. Eventually, they became close friends.

After graduating from college they both went out to do their own thing, but kept in touch and traveled often together. Eventually, Forester decided to work as her assistant and learn from her.

In his early 30s, he took in his little brother, Foxglove, after their parents died. Foxglove was around a year or two years old at the time. While raising his brother, Forester felt a void in him filled. He had someone to love and take care of. Someone he could trust and love unconditionally. Both Foxglove and Eva got along well and played often together.

When Eva died, Forester was there to support his closest most trusted friend. When Miranda found the megamycete she went to her friend and explained what happened and her new plan. Forester, although wary, supported her in any way he could. He refused to go near the megamycete tho.

When he got close to it, Miranda pushed him into it. The megamycete grabbed Forester with tendrils and seemed to absorb him into it.

A few months after Eva died. Foxglove wandered into the forest nearby and found beautiful flowers. Ones that shared his name. Curious the boy ate a few of the flowers. Not too long afterward he came to his brother as fast as he could. He felt sick. Very sick. Fox explained what happened to Forester. Panicked he quickly tried his best to make a remedy, a cure, anything with what he had. But with no time or sufficient supplies on hand, Foxglove died in his arms.

It broke Forester. The void from before returned, larger than before. He desperately turned to Miranda for help. Miranda smiled, with something malicious behind her smile, and told him to go to the megamycete.

Inside the megamycete was an indescribable experience. While inside Ester could feel his body painfully changing. It also awoke something hiding deep in his mind. Something he was forced to forget. Miranda had been brainwashing him for years as an experiment in creating a truly loyal servant. He could feel his anger overwhelm him. He thought they were friends. He thought he could trust her. She knows things about him that he never said out loud before. He was hurt, betrayed, and pissed. Forester was determined to confront her, make her pay.

With his mind quieter, Forester remembered his brother. He found Miranda and approached her carefully and asked where his brother is. Miranda took him to an unmarked grave in the forest. He broke down. Miranda interrupted him, and asked him what he was going to do. Was he going to continue to wallow in despair or try to bring Foxglove back?

He clawed his way out of the megamycete. He felt heavy, but he continued. Eventually, he broke through after weeks of being trapped. With him a giant sphere like object covered in vines emerged. Upon inspecting it, he quickly realized what it was. He could believe what he saw. He had to hide it, and fast. He had looked down and had an idea.

He felt a newfound power within him, and with it, he sent his core deep underground where its vines would grow and spread. With his core safe he confronted Miranda. She initially tried to kill him, but found the effort futile. Instead, she spoke a series of words. Forester blacked out.

When he awoke he was sitting in a chair in Miranda's lab. Miranda was nowhere in sight. Desperate to find answers he returned to the megamycete. Touching it revealed the truth. When he blacked out, he was still awake, but he wasn't himself. He saw as he answered every question Miranda asked and did exactly as he was told. He calmed his growing anger and thought carefully. He needed a plan to bypass her brainwash effect.

Soon he began working on his lab and lair. He worked tirelessly on ways to bring back his brother. After years of research and testing, he was able to make an exact copy made of foxglove flowers. Forester not caring that what he created was a copy, embraced the boy and accepted him. Ester explained to the new Foxglove who he was.

Forester was content. He had his brother back. Still, the void remained. Regardless he could now focus on getting rid of Miranda. By then he had learned how to pass messages and take notes unconsciously. He informed his brother about his situation.

As the years passed, Foxglove stayed physically the same, but his mind grew.

Eventually, during the time that Heisenberg began preparing his army, Forester had Fox give him a letter explaining everything he knew. In secret, the two conspired against Miranda.

Currently: So Forester was created for an rp with one of my closest friends (@plague-doctorz). So what happened with Forester is that a war had started with three forces. Heisenberg's army, William's (Plagues' OC) army, Miranda's one-man brainwashed army, Forester. Will provoked Forester into transforming, according to Foxglove's plan. After dealing with many attack from Forester, the pair, with Lady Dimitrescu's help, formed a plan.

William acted as the distraction. With most of the vines focused on him, Alcina, transformed, swooped in through the middle, while dealing with stray vines, and brought Fox to where the core is. She pryed open the vines. Foxglove stepped inside and forced Alcina to let go. The vines shut closed. Inside Fox opened up the amber easily. Even in a brainwashed state, Forester trusted his brother no matter what.

Foxglove began flaking into leaves and flowers and flew into the crevices of the vines that made up Forester. He was able to snap Ester back to his senses at the cost of his life.

Forester had lost consciousness, and when he awoke, Miranda was already dead. He felt even emptier than before. The hole in his heart got wider when he found out what happened.

Right now, a few months later, Forester is at a state where he's on the brink of snapping. What he needs is closure, and something to fill the void in his heart. But can he have both? Will he even get either?

=)

So this is Forester! Please send me any questions and stuff if youre interested. I love to talk about him! Seriously, he lives rent free in my head.

Oh also, here's a picrew of him while I'm still working on his sketches~

His hair down too, cause im a simp,,,

Also here's Foxglove!

Also here's the link to a playlist on spotify based on Forester: here

one last thing

👉👈 @roxyourworld look what i did~

[helliontherapscallion]

omg pls share the story abt the lecture from that girl’s dad (only if u feel like it) but seriously ppl it’s not that hard to put a mask on to help the spread of a virus. just wear it, it keeps u safe. and for the ppl who don’t care then just wait til it affects u, bcs covid isn’t a game. I just wish ppl were more serious abt it

Ok so sit down and buckle up kiddos and grab some snacks bc this is a helluva ride

Little background info: I have been a section leader for both my junior and senior years now. When the new freshmen came in my first year of being section leader I was hyped as hell. And then this new freshman whips out a lighter and lights it WHILE WE’RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL MIGHT I ADD with a straight face looking off into the distance before we ask her to put it away. She also always has a pocket knife on her that we found on the ground during band camp. I’ll call her POS. 

I tried to like POS I really did, but then she turned out to be a bigoted racist asshole (she also drinks deer blood straight from the corpse and simps over jeffery dahmer so even more red flags). It was extremely hard for me to treat her like I did with the other people in my section, but I managed to treat her the same as the other people and avoided her for the most part (thank god she wasn’t in my subsection I would’ve actually gone insane)

Flash forward to this year. Covid was hitting full force and we had to quarantine for the first two months of our season setting us back by a lot. She was wishywashy about rejoining but as the most senior leader of my section my band director was on my ass about getting a straight answer from her and fast. So I kinda had to force her to give me an answer (which she told me she was doing it quickly which leads me to think she already knew she was doing it) so she already was going into the season hating my guts

When we finally had an in person rehearsal for the first time, she wasn’t wearing a mask so when I asked her where it was she looked at me like I was the dumbass and said in a matter-of-fact tone “it’s in my pocket” and pointed to the confederate flag bandana hanging out of her pocket. Those four words told me that this season was going to be a fuckin long one with her. I just deadpanned (she couldn’t see it tho bc mask, sunglasses, and floppy hat blocking my entire face) and said “I’d rather it be on your face. (band director and marching instructor’s names) will have my ass if they see you not wearing one.” She rolls her eyes and puts it on (at least it was over her nose)

A few months go by with me telling her constantly to put on a mask bc I am responsible for my section and I’d be damned if one of them got sick bc of one idiot being stupid that I could prevent. She is getting madder and madder with each passing rehearsal. 

Band camp rolls around and it changed from 5 13 hour days to 15 3 hour ones and I am already done with her bs. We get our dots and I mentally groan bc she’s next to me for the vast majority of the show. She is between me (an asthmatic) and my close friend (vvv immunocompromised and also hates her, I’ll call her S) so now I’m more worried about covid going around the section. It was in this time that I find out that at least 5 other people out of 20 also have pre existing conditions that make them susceptible. So now I make it even more my mission to make her wear a mask. 

It was in the middle of band camp when she is yet again not wearing a mask (we were just marching without instruments) and I turn to her and as kindly as possible (it was the second time that day) asked her to put on her mask. She once again rolls her eyes and says “ya know, (band director) walked past me 3 times and hasn’t said shit, so I think I’m gonna listen to him and not you.” S and another friend of mine looks over in shock cuz she just talked back to me. They were about to say something but I wove them off. POS wants to fuck with me? Fine. I’ll just go full force with this. She wants petty?? I’ll give her petty, I’ve been holding off all season. 

So I’m marching there for the next twenty minutes quietly seething and counting more aggressively. She’s getting annoyed, but I pull the section leader card and tell her that she needs to be counting as loud as I am bc her feet was lowkey off time. After we break off for a gush and go (very short water break), I go straight to my band director and use my limited water break to tell him what she told me. He apologizes and says that he thought she was just taking a breather. He tells her to put on a mask and she does so and glares at me the rest of the rehearsal. 

She blocks me on all social media and I obviously clown on her in private with the other section leader (he’s more of a pacifist and never really told her to wear a mask which kinda pissed me off but I understood) until she makes a passing comment to my other friend about using the knife she kept in her boot. Now he tells me cuz he’s a good friend and I’m shitting myself at that point bc holy shit I might get shanked. 

I think about telling the band director but I realize that there’s no proof of her saying this and she could easily get out of this so it’s kinda pointless to tell anyone. Plus if she did shank me, she’d get into so much trouble and I’d be laughing at her from my grave/hospital bed. 

Many rehearsals go by and she still refuses to wear a mask so after one rehearsal S and I went to the band director and reminded him about our conditions and told him about how we were worried for our safety (I also told him abotu the other vulunerable ppl in the section) and he says he’s gonna do something. Next rehearsal he gives POS a warning and she begrudgingly wears a mask for the rest of the rehearsal. The next rehearsal rolls by and she isn’t wearing a mask (again) and he sends her home. Major victory for S and I.

The next sectional tho was something I wasn’t expecting. I get there like 10 minutes before it starts like I usually do in a good mood. I get out of my car and go to grab my stuff when a massive white truck with a busted muffler pulls up into the parking space next to me with a cloud of black smoke. The window rolls down and reveals POS’s dad and POS herself in the passanger seat. 

Of course I’m thinking that this is the day I die and start mentally preparing to yell for help to my other section members 100 feet away on the field already.

Mans starts to lecture me saying things like “it’s unhealthy to wear a mask outside bc it’s like a pitri dish under there. 6th grade science!” (I am not joking or overexaggerating with this, he actually said that). I really wanted to say “well, 7th grade science says otherwise, but you wouldn’t know that bc I’m sure you didn’t pass 6th grade, but go off ig” but I didn’t bc I didn’t want to get shanked or disappear randomly. I just tell him that I am only doing what my band director told me to do and that there are tons of people (myself included) that can really get hurt from just being in contact with covid. He says that’s bullshit and tries to tell me that I’m an idiot before I cut him off by telling him once again that I am just trying to protect my section and that the sectional was going to start soon so I didn’t have the time for this. I walk away leaving him trying to keep talking to me and soon enough POS gets out of the car and follows me to the field giving me a smug smile on her unmasked face before she puts it on when she sees the other section leader stroll up. 

Lemme paint the picture for you: this guy (a 6′something burly guy in his 50′s that I know has like two felonies under his belt) pulls up next to me (a 5′2 17 year old ball of anxiety that drives a small yellow car) and starts to borderline yell at me. Traumatizing. I was shaking for the rest of the sectional and I spent the rest of the season looking over my shoulder looking for the glint of a knife swingin at me

Now I’m pretty sure she’s suspended bc she was caught with a knife on school property and she wore a confederate t-shirt to school, but I would be lying if I said I don’t still look over my shoulder or speed up when I drive past her house lmao

[thesomberfest]

Star Wars: Timestamps and Thoughts; The Empire Strikes Back

Salutations to all. Welcome back to my blog thing? Anyways today is the one and only The Empire Strikes Back which I think may be the most iconic Star Wars movie. But, don’t quote me on that. I’m only saying that as someone who has heard about Star Wars movies from the outside and honestly out of all the movies The Empire Strikes Back is the one movie I’ve always heard about; name-wise. I don’t think I know any spoilers about this movie, so we’ll see. I’m new to this and I don’t know what I’m doing so please have mercy and help a sister out, thanks. I have some idea based on what the movie is about based on the name but I’ll just take what Disney Plus tells me. I honestly have nothing to say. Should I start writing predictions before writing the timestamps and writing my reaction if I’m right or wrong based on the last movie I watched. Does that make sense? I can’t think of any other way to word it differently but if it makes sense then okay, let’s continue. This isn’t a prediction but um is this the movie where Luke finds about his parentage? Or is it a bit too early? Am I too early? Oh well. While adding timestamps I thought it would be a cool idea to add a “Favorite Scene” section under my “Final Thoughts” sections, I hope y’all like it.

03/9 Edit: Y’all sorry this is late but tomorrow is my birthday and I decided to not do my schoolwork and instead watch Star Wars and write. Before y’all get any ideas: yes. I am in fact still a minor. thanks. 04/3 edit: I AM SORRY THIS IS LATE I HAVE NO EXCUSE

Movie: Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back

Release Date: 1980

Summary(?): So obviously the Empire is going to strike back right? And Luke has to find Yoda to learn the ways of the Force? No? Oh and a final show down with Vader? Am I wrong again?

Warning: spoilers (yea no duh bibi) and mild language on my part

Timestamps

00:00:06- 20th Century Fox is here, hello.

00:00:22- the words on the screen have made an appearance

00:01:41- the iconic words have left, bye-bye

00:04:28- Han Solo

00:04:43- It’s Chewie

00:05:04- Ya’ll it’s my queen Leia. She’s looking badder than ever

00:05:22- so the guy we first saw was in fact Luke, whoops.

00:05:40- Han is leaving? What about Leia? Am I missing something?

00:06:00- Okay so I’m convinced that something happened between Han and Leia, right? She looks pissed, he also looks pissed. Uhhh...

00:06:03- Oh shoot, she called out his name and went after him.

00:06:27- the way Leia feels about him? Sexual tension?

00:06:34- does Han want Leia to admit she has feelings for him? Does she have feelings for him?

00:06:42- “Afraid I was gonna leave without giving you a good-bye kiss?”- woah there Han

00:06:47- yeah, something did happen. I’m calling it

00:06:53- YES 3PO and R2

00:07:12- Oh shoot, Han doesn’t want to talk to Leia no more

00:07:19- ain’t nobody know where Luke is

00:08:06- aw Han said Luke is his friend. Character development

00:08:36- um is that Luke being hanged upside down?

00:08:47- uh oh, it’s the abominable snowman, let’s uh call him Yeti for short

00:09:00- Lukie-boy that might be a bad idea 

00:09:34- he’s using the Force to get the lightsaber, nice

00:09:40- oh no, the Yeti noticed

00:09:48- he got the Lightsaber yayy

00:09:50- did he just cut off Yeti’s arm???

00:10:00- run forest run

00:10:40- aw R2 :( I want to give them a hug

00:11:58- Leia looks really nervous. Uh-oh

00:12:53- I’m sorry but Chewie wailing/crying a few minutes earlier makes me sad.

00:13:42- omg Yoda? Han found Luke I repeat he found Luke

00:15:16- I wondered where they filmed or if this was effects or something.

00:16:01- are they going to be found? oh I hope so

00:16:13- yay! Found at last!

00:16:35- i’m sorry. is that a man baby???

00:16:48- oh wait was that man baby Luke? Oh god i kinda feel bad now

00:17:02- aww Luke and Han. Their friendship gives me life (junior)

00:17:05- my queen!!!!

00:17:15- ok but seriously what happened between Han and Leia? I know something happened.

00:17:25- I know Han did not just call my boy Chewie a FUZZBALL, please

00:17:31- alone? South passage? was that when Han claimed he was leaving? Her TRUE FEELINGS

00:17:50- why does Luke look sad? Is it... is it because HE HAS FEELINGS FOR HER???

00:17:58- (lets out a female lead in horror movie scream) OH MY GOD. I KNEW A KISS WAS TO HAPPEN BUT SO SOON? AND ON THE MOUTH WITH A PEANUT GALLERY LEIA HAS SOME BALLS. SO IT WAS NOT A PECK LIKE I’D ASSUMED HUH OMG tho I feel bad for Luke ‘cause (i think) she only did it to spite Han also if my math is correct IT WAS FOUR SECONDS LONG. But like is this the only kiss between the two or is there more cause ummm...... AREN’T THEY RELATED? SIBLINGS? TWINS I THINK? *Sweet Home Alabama now playing*

00:18:13- why why does he look so smug? also Han about to kill Luke a man

00:19:14- idk what’s happening

00:19:18- pew pew

00:19:44- THE IMPERIAL MARCH omgg yess... I live for the movies music

00:20:32- oh no, the music ended

00:20:38- wait nvm it’s continuing we stand

00:20:40- breathing problems much?

00:20:52- It’s Darth Vader

00:21:47- wait, didn’t he (Luke) almost die? shouldn’t he like oh I don’t know RESTING?!

00:22:47- have i mentioned that I live for the Imperial March? ‘cause I love it

00:23:39- OH

00:23:51- he really dying in the background huh

00:23:57- so he’s like dead, right?

00:24:02- what’s happening? Are they gonna go against Vader?

00:24:12- what the hell is a stardestroyer?

00:24:44- i’ve been told the dark side has cookies so uh peace out. If you would like to reach me please send me a letter via mail. thanks.

00:25:39- once again shouldn’t Luke be resting???

00:25:53- aww I want those binoculars. Is that what they’re called? Idk but I want one

00:26:05- what the hell are Imperial Walkers?

00:26:27- oh. are those Imperial Walkers? Those robot-looking dogs? omg I thought they were talking about Stormtroopers.

00:26:30- laser beam robot doggies did not hesitate

00:26:40- aw look at Luke being leadership material

00:27:09- wow these walkers are slow huh as to be expected

00:27:50- OH NO DAK bruhh nooo

00:28:09- are those robot dogs really gonna win?

00:28:21- LANDING? You mean Vader isn’t even fighting down there? Is he going to join? Or just find Luke and kidnap him and spill the beans? Or is that just my active imagination running too far?

00:28:39- the music...*beautiful*

00:28:58- tying the feet and tripping the doggies seems to be the moves huh

00:29:15- ooh and face first into the snow. how embarrassing...

00:29:20- I just know someone is losing their job or life like that one dude from before

00:30:18- i like the explosions

00:30:52- while one of the those little planes fall i’m sitting here thinking: most book/movie/tv shows that have the whole two sides thing (good vs bad) there always seems to be a traitor which makes me wonder if the good guys have a traitor? possible plot? idk, we’ll see won’t we?

00:31:18- the way these little doggies walk keep reminding me of some eerie Tim Burton movie and idk whyyy

00:33:04- two robot doggies down one more to go

00:33:25- man I just know someone from the Dark Force is gonna be dead fired

00:34:08- are those stormtroopers? They run funny

00:34:12- Darth Vader!

00:34:45- wait i’m dumb. did Vader invade the building/camp they were hiding at?

00:35:18- what does Vader want exactly? Princess Leia? Luke? the so-called “rebel plans”? What am I missing?

00:35:42- they really said: “peace out”

00:36:30- not regrouping? and what the hell is the Dagobah system?

00:37:30- did two ships just crash?

00:39:10- the music really makes this asteroid field detour awesome

00:40:25- did they--did they just go in a asteroid? Orr..?

00:41:18- and just what the hell is Luke thinking? he putting my baby R2 in distress?

00:42:04- where in the HELL are they?

00:42:21- did my baby R2 just fall in the water? Can he even swim? Is it safe? Is he going to die? Idc how cute Luke is, I will hurt him if 2D dies!

00:42:33- what. how is R2 okay? I thought--

00:42:53- Is that R2 whistling?

00:42:57- oh god, is that Nessie? oh no--

00:43:10- OH MY GOODNESS DID NESSIE JUST EAT MY BABY R2 WHAT THE FUC--

00:43:41- R2 MY BABY WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU

00:44:01- YEA LUKE it was a bad idea going there! You put my sweet summer child R2 in danger! He almost got eaten as dinner!

00:44:18- ughhh the music is just AMAZINGGGG

00:44:38- whose brain is that? Is that what’s left of Mr. Anakin Skywalker? ooh now that I think about: what does Darth Vader look behind the helmet? I feel dumb for never thinking about that

00:45:34- hey you leave my man 3PO alone Solo

00:45:46- oh did Leia just fall into Han’s arms? ooh

00:45:56- “Captain, being held by you isn’t quite enough to get me excited” Leia woke up and choose violence 

00:46:56- oh OH Luke is looking for Yoda?

00:47:22- omg it’s YODA

00:47:48- man idk but lighting does wonders for Lukie-babe

00:48:26- is Yoda mocking Luke? ‘Cause I’m here for it

00:48:57- why is Luke lowkey being a pushover?

00:49:09- I KNOW Yoda isn’t hitting my baby R2 with a STICK the disrespect I-

00:49:56- at this point Yoda is just pulling on their legs for kicks and giggles huh

00:51:02- oh? alone? Leia and Han? my oh my

00:51:30- oh so now they hand-holding?

00:51:50- OMG when did they get so close to one another? I’m nervous

00:52:00- KISSING KISSING KISSING I REPEAT LEIA AND HAN ARE KISSING OH MY

00:52:04- ofc it’s 3PO to be the one to interrupt the kiss

00:52:14- oop-- Leia just left the crime scene. She’s going to pretend it never happened isn’t she?

00:53:04- wait. Vader isn’t emperor? Someone else is omg. I’m so dumb eye-

00:53:07- ew his side profile is not so good

00:53:10- the front is even uglier 

00:53:23- “young rebel”? my bby boy Luke?

00:53:25- “offspring of Anakin Skywalker”? wait a damn minute. Isn’t Vader oh idk ANAKIN SKYWALKER? Does that “emperor” guy not know? Or have I been lied to? WHAT AM I MISSING?

00:53:57- does this mean Anakin is considered to be a different person from Vader? I’m confused, someone explain please!

00:54:00- “could be turned”? say like Kylo? *dun dun dun* orr am I thinking too far?

00:54:16- “master”? you mean to tell me that Vader isn’t even the one pulling the strings? how embarrassing...

00:54:34- WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE R2 IN THE COLD RAIN?!

00:56:07- Luke my beauty dumbass just realized that Yoda was with the whole time

00:59:19- What is it?

00:59:29- Mynocks

00:59:35- oh hell no. I’m out

01:01:39- satan works hard but man does Luke work harder

01:01:57- “skinny boys are still the best oh i love when they slam and sweat.”-- Jack Off Jill, Lollirot (jolly good song) this one sentence describes it all :)

01:04:19- idk what’s happening but man does he look good. How long until y’all get tired of me simping over Luke?

01:04:40- wait WAIT THE FINAL SHOWDOWN IS IN THE FOREST? I THOUGHT-- I WAS TOLD--HOLD UP

01:05:01- but like, why it feel fake? Is this a dream? 

01:05:09- OH--[luke just decapitated Vader I-]

01:05:20- wait. it couldn’t have been that easy. This feels wrong-

01:05:29- omg. it’s luke! Wait what does this mean?

01:05:50- when i enter a room I would like the Imperial March to play, thanks.

01:06:26- uh, is that Boba Fett? If not I’m so sorry I’m new.

01:06:52- y’all I have a cofession to make: I have a fear of driving and my mother is forcing me to. How does this relate to the movie? Well, Han is steering the ship(?) so...

01:09:16- titanic part two?

01:10:31- my poor baby luke

01:11:37- luke please don’t give up :(

01:12:32- my man yoda showing up luke huh

01:13:35- uh oh. just like the first guy, he dead too. they’re just dropping like flies huh

01:16:05- and another kiss. a small peck, luke.

01:16:34- so is that Boba Fett or not? someone tell me please.

01:16:38- someone please run my baby R2 a bath

01:16:44-y’all the only time I can do a handstand is when I’m underwater (fun fact: i don’t like the pool)

01:16:51-[R2 is being levitated rn] if he falls and BREAKS into tiny pieces i’m quitting star wars

01:17:28- R2 good, he good “... I saw a city in the clouds.” you mean heaven?

01:17:37- “friends you have there” THEY’RE ALL GOING TO DIE WAIT--

01:19:50- they’ve [leia, han, chewie, 3PO] landed they’re safe, for now (i think)

01:20:25- [chewie replying “gahh!” to han] tell me why I laughed. I actually laughed like Chewie made a joke oh my...

01:20:34- uh oh [some dude just called han a slime(y)]

01:20:49- [they’re hugging now?] oh, wait. so they good now? or is this a joke?

01:22:01- i like the interior design of the building

01:22:49- [3PO gets blown up I think] what the hell just happened? 

01:25:13- he’s not coming back is he? [luke left to save han and leia]

01:26:13- finally. someone save 3PO or what’s left of him also I like leia’s new hairstyle it’s pretty

01:26:44- was 3PO decapitated? dismembered?!

01:26:55- good for chewie to fight for the parts of 3PO hopefully it’s all of his parts

01:27:35- my man 3PO in a box freaking dismembered and Lando out here flirting? 

01:28:30- what the hell? [its vader sitting at the head of the table] wait did Lando say a deal? as in turning in the princess? I--this is all happening so fast

01:28:41- [han and co. are now surrounded by boba fett and troopers] i bet they wished they’d stayed back in their rooms huh

01:30:31- oh so i’m assuming it was a stormtrooper who shot 3PO. what are they doing to han? omg is han being cooked alive?

01:31:33- wait I thought boba fett was a good guy? what the fvck.

01:32:05- what happened to han? mans looks traumatized 

01:32:34- oh leia...

01:34:14- i had also assumed all these years that vader was top boss and now i’m being told about some emperor guy? what 

01:35:18- i don’t understand why does boba fett want with han so bad? it can’t just be money, can it?

01:35:54- oh and another kiss and with an even bigger peanut gallery

01:38:22- what’s gonna happen to han now?

01:40:30- wait, is this where the showdown happens?

01:41:06- why is vader (his breathing) so loud?

01:41:10- OMG red vs. blue lightsaber

01:41:19- so this is it

01:42:01- oh, is lando helping them? does he feel guilty?

01:42:17- [chewie is currently choking the life out of lando] fuck yeah chewie

01:43:14- oh thank god R2 & 3PO have reunited once more

01:43:34- is it too late to save han now?

01:44:01- [back to the showdown, luke just lost his lightsaber] uh--this is why you never get too cocky too early, luke

01:44:27- [luke just flew?!] did he just fly like superman? what

01:44:31- who’s the emperor? I had assumed it was vader but i’m being told it isn’t?????

01:44:56- this showdown is a beautiful fight and those lightsabers are freaking cool 

01:46:15- it’s a beautiful dance and the Imperial March is giving me chills

01:46:32- [vader is throwing random objects at luke] aw that’s cheating. and nobody likes a cheater.

01:46:42- luke just flew out the window oh wait he good, now i think

01:47:12- hold up I just realized that they (han, chewie, leia) put 3PO in a fishnet bag (?) chewie really running around with 3PO like a backpack

01:47:49- [the citizens (?) are running] i’m getting titanic vibes and idk if i like it 

01:49:17- i hate to say it but these stormtroopers have really bad aim.

01:50:26- [vader just cut off luke’s hand] *shock* I-omg. He just did that. But, at the same time, I now understand the ERB Harry Potter v. Luke Skywalker so much more, make sense.

01:51:08- “father”? oh my...

01:51:17- “i am your father” oh my god. people this is not a drill, it happened, it happening uhh---

01:51:28- i feel so bad for luke. he looks like he’s about cry.

01:51:41- probs a bad time but luke’s kinda an ugly crier

01:52:14- [luke just fell & left vader standing] luke really said “i’d rather die”

01:54:04- wait, how does leia know where luke is? this some kind of force thing? maybe twin thing?

01:54:37- oh thank god they found luke

01:58:01- does vader care for luke? I mean probably not a lot since he DID chop off his sons own hand so idk

02:01:58- credits/the end

Final Thoughts? Wow. No yeah, I totally understand why Empire Strikes Back is a loved by all. It was amazing. I understand why it’s so talked about. This movie is beautiful; Leia/Han romance, 3PO and R2 banter, the good action. The soundtrack-THE SOUNDTRACK is SPECTACULAR and I would often fins myself rewinding scenes just to listen to the music. The visuals were so striking and appealing and it really showed during the showdown between luke and vader. 

Favorite Scene? Luke meeting Yoda and not knowing that Yoda was Yoda and every scene that included the Imperial March in the background.

If you have made it this far, thank you. I hope none of you people get tired of me fangirling over the Imperial March whilst simultaneously simping over Luke. Thank you for joining me on my adventure of watching Star Wars for the first time. If there’s any grammar mistakes I apologize. Also I got a cute R2 lego keychain from the lego store. Also if you want leave some comments I’m lowkey lonely. Thank you once again for joining me.

x bibi

[ricablack]

Numbers

“Another one.” When Remus entered the small house and tapped his shoes at the entrance before taking them off and entering Sirius' living room, he had a letter with him. Sirius' attention, however, was only for a few moments on Remus before he turned his full attention again to the little boy, who was stepping towards him on shaky feet. “Moons, you see this? We've been training for an hour and little Harry is already running like a champion!” Pride and joy were reflected in his eyes just before pain and emptiness returned, being replaced by a plain face moments later. “Prongs would have been so proud.” Remus dropped the letter in the trash, like all the others before, and caught Harry, who had just lost his balance.

It was a difficult time for all of them and while Sirius tried hard to find his way in his new role as a father, Remus worked hard to lead the gossip magazines on the wrong track. Everyone wanted to publish pictures of the chosen one, if it were up to them, Harry would probably have been displayed in a glass case in the ministry foyer. Just now, just before Christmas, they were particularly intrusive and at each of his visits Remus had to be extremely careful not to be followed. So far nobody had found them, so far Harry was safe.

No one but him.

While Remus took over Harry, Sirius turned away and stared out into the rain. They were dead now for 50 days and while everyone said that it became easier with time, Sirius could only deny it. It did not get easier, not one little bit. Soon it would be Christmas and of course Moony and him would make it a great day for Harry, but it wasn’t the same. It would never be the same again.

The letter in the bin got an angry look. James and Lily had died, but his little brother was still out there and certainly tried to pull his head out of the noose just like all the other death eaters. He wouldn’t be his alibi, when they caught him he would be there to tell the gamot all the things the Blacks were so very proud of. He just wondered how Regulus had found out his address. These letters were not delivered by owl. Just another reason to be careful.

“Did you ever open one of them?” Carrying Harry and trying to get his watch back from the boy Remus settled down on the couch. He fought a war that was already won (by Harry of course! This watch would be added proudly to his uncle Moony collection). “No.” Sirius demonstrated what these letters were good for when he let it explode within the bin with a wave of his wand. Harry cheered in Remus’ arms, expecting more sparkles coming out of the bin - when Sirius let explode something it was always fun! Remus sighed but didn’t say a word.

It was the next morning, so early Harry was still sleeping, when Sirius nearly slipped on an envelope in front of the door. “Bloody bastard!” He looked around, trying to figure out if his death eater brother was still anywhere around here. Not a single sign anyone had been here, deep in the woods, at the back of beyond. In fact it was a place his brother would have liked: the silence, the solitude of this little cottage in the woods. Still he shouted at the trees, at the raindrops, dripping from leafless trees. “I won’t protect you from the aurors, do you hear me? I won’t help a fascist to avoid Azkaban!” He now had the letter in his hands, the envelope with Regulus’ neat handwriting on it, was about to rip it to pieces before he changed his mind. No. Maybe, to end this… another fiery look to the trees before he opened it, put out the content and gave it a look. “See? You don’t need to-” Sirius frowned. This wasn’t what he expected.

85. The number of people I saw dying.

Nothing else. Just this number and the note next to it. What was Regulus up to? Sirius turned the page but it was blank on the other side. Slowly he turned around and went back into the house, having completely forgotten what he wanted to do outside.

16. The age when I got the dark mark.

The next day he had pinned both pieces of paper to the inside of his bedroom door and looked at them thoughtfully. It was a riddle, wasn’t it? Some kind of mad little game his brother played with him and he didn’t know what was written in the letters before yesterday. He got one every day. He burnt 50 letters, starting the day the Potters died.

19. Death eaters I know by name.

54. The number of letters I sent you.

120. The number of letters I didn’t send you.

Sirius catched himself waiting for the next letter. Wanting to know which number was explained in the next one. Maybe it wasn’t exactly a game. Maybe it was something like a confession. Sirius was sure the aurors would be interested in the names of the death eaters, but somehow he didn’t want to let them know about this… conversation. It was bizarre, it was so very Regulus. When he remembered his childhood - before he even went to Hogwarts - it had always been this one thing about his little brother. Shy, therefore not very good with words when he spoke, but extremely studious. Bloody hell, why did he think about Regulus this way? He was a death eater, a fascist, probably a murderer and part of his family who would kill him the second they had the chance to!

235. Articles I collected about the Dark Lord.

Sirius pinned the note on the door, frowned and narrowed his eyes. He had to… he had to stop it. He collected the notes for two weeks now and it wasn’t like they made any sense. There was always a number and afterwards an explanation. Nothing more. No apologies, no begging for an alibi. He didn’t ask for anything and this was the point Sirius was so irritated about. He wasn’t exactly the most patient person (his name wasn’t Moony, okay?) and now he took the last note off again and wrote on the back.

What do you want to tell me??? Why those numbers?!

Really, he wasn’t the most patient person (he wasn’t patient at all) and he wanted to know now what was the point. No more numbers. No more waiting for more letters to arrive. Just an answer, just… Well, was this Regulus strategy to get him to talk to him? The thought struck him but he couldn’t help but feel trapped. He was too curious now to stop reading the letters and when Remus arrived the day before yesterday, having another letter in his hand, he couldn’t wait to read it. Moony just watched him with his thoughtful but warm smile, while he got goosebumps reading 14. Protection charms of your house. He wasn’t sure if it was a threat then, but felt relieved when the next letter said 6. Number of banishing spells I added to them.

He placed the note on his doorstep and if Moony wouldn’t have been there, he would have lain in wait. The only thing he did was to place a new alarming spell that would tell him when someone came close to the front door. Remus would stay for the night. He had looked at him somewhat questioningly but had not asked him why. It was 2am when the alarm awakened him and it was hardly 20 seconds Sirius needed to be there, at the door, staring at the new letter. No one was visible. “Come on Reg, you can’t tell me you answered it within seconds.” Sirius muttered while taking it, closing the door behind him.

1. thing I can’t do alone. 7. Horcruxes to destroy so he won’t return.

He wrote back within seconds. Or did he get behind the ward without being noticed? Did he activate it to let him know he was there? Was he still there? Somewhere in the dark? With a jerk Sirius opened the door again. “Come in but you won’t leave without telling me what a damn horcrux is.” He spoke to the trees. No one was there, impossible. But Sirius turned around, went into the cottage again, leaving the door open and wasn’t surprised to hear footsteps coming closer. This little… his brother had watched him. For how long? Strangely, he didn’t feel worried about it but nevertheless he pulled out his wand. “Sit down wherever you want and don’t even try to get me to protect you.” Suddenly all the pent-up anger was there again. Why did Regulus join them? Why did he follow the Dark Lord? Why did he think he could come here for help like nothing happened between them? So many questions appeared in his mind but the only one who could answer them was here, right? However, he wasn’t prepared to see his brother again when he finally turned around. He examined the slim figure that had sat down on the edge of an armchair as if he did not belong here. Regulus did not belong here either, he was an intruder, so everything was right with his behaviour here, right? Why didn’t it feel right then? . Taking a close look Regulus Black looked like prey. He had always been pale, but he looked paler than he had in his school days.There was something haunting in his eyes - something that Sirius could not define. Those grey eyes that looked at him now, attentive, as ever. The younger Black had always been the listener, not the type of person who liked to hear himself speaking. They were as different as day and night in everything they did, weren’t they?

It was a wasted time to wait for Regulus to start talking. Not if he was not asked to. “So tell me, why me of all people?” A death eater couldn’t expect a warm welcome by Sirius. And it didn’t seem like Regulus did. When his little brother finally began to speak the goosebumps were suddenly back. This voice, his voice, he couldn’t handle it without having flashbacks of everything that had been. This soft voice that had been there for him after mother and father were finished with their lectures about how a pureblood should behave, how a pureblood should act and how he was a bad person for not fitting in. It had no longer touched him as a teenager, but as a child they had been an anchor to each other. To be honest, he only half listened to him while being caught in the past but still there were some sentences that hit him hard. “You’re the only one I can be sure of being against him.” Was the first one followed by “I- I tried to warn you but I guess you weren’t at home?” The words needed a few seconds to arrive his thoughts, to sink in. Well, if he just opened that damn letter instead of burning it- “He’s not dead, Sirius. I have this one, but there are six more and I don’t know how I survived to recover this one.” He didn’t ask why Regulus knew about horcruxes. He didn’t even ask how he managed to get to know all these things he told him now. It had been in his notes, right? 235. Articles I collected about the Dark Lord. He knew Regulus was obsessed with the Dark Lord. But he didn’t know it wasn’t because he wanted to make him rise even more but preparing his downfall.

How couldn’t he forgive Regulus for following the Dark Lord when it had been the only way to discover his secrets? Sirius wasn’t sure about his own role in this story: he had to take care of Harry, but he wanted to prevent Voldemort from rising again. He wanted to help his little brother. He wanted to hear his story. And wasn’t this the most surprising thim to him?

[princess-of-the-corner]

I read a drabble fic where in one of the chapters had Adrien being akumaized instead of Kagami in Oni-Chan (The akuma had a space theme that I personally really liked). You wanna take a crack at that prompt?

I know the thing you’re talking about I think. I can’t find it but someone else probably has a link. 

So, there are very few times I like writing Akuma!Adrien, because 99% of the time I write Gabriel as having ‘Akumatizing Adrien’ as one of the lines he will not cross. 

The few times I do write it, I have it be a situation where Gabriel 1.) didn’t realize it was Adrien’s emotions he was picking up on until the Butterfly took over, and 2.) is a situation where Gabriel would think this could help Adrien more than hurt him. 

‘Akumatized over Lila’s bullshit’ is one of those things that works for me!

I’d go with more of an emphasis on ‘personal space’ than an outer space theme tho. 

Akuma!Adrien’s main power would be, well, personal space. Creating a barrier around himself. But the barrier would have different levels depending on how much he wants to let someone in. 

Lila would immediately get shoved to a ‘does 50 feet or less mean anything to you at all?’ barrier. Might get painful if she was at ‘ground zero’ so to speak, but I’ll be nice and say that instead of slamming her through a window or wall she gets politely teleported into a trashcan. 

As an Akuma, Adrien would have to go out and search for Ladybug to fight her. I’ll discuss her and the barrier later, but it does mean we get to see other people. 

Random strangers Adrien passes would be stuck at a 20-40 ish feet radius. 

Most of the classmates are allowed to the 10 foot barrier. Characters who Adrien is close to like Nino, Alya, Chloé, and Kagami are allowed to the 5 foot barrier. And they are very worried about him. This could get counted as a ‘Lila gets called tf out’ thing, as they ask Adrien what happened and he goes off on Lila’s actions. Not just how uncomfortable she made him, but also all her lies because he’s realized she’s dangerous so fuck the ‘High Road’, Akuma!Adrien is bluntly honest. 

And now we get Ladybug! 

Ladybug is able to get into the 5 foot barrier, but is unable to get closer. She’s allowed so close because, duh, Adrien loves her. Which is a hell of a revelation when Akuma!Adrien is very blunt about that. 

She doesn’t figure out he’s Chat Noir though. He’s aware enough to keep quiet about that. Ladybug is worried about Chat, but assumes he got caught in one of the other barriers. 

After a few attempts to get Adrien to let her in further, Ladybug realizes that the problem is that as much as Adrien wants to let her in, the ‘Akuma’ sees her as a threat. If Ladybug gets in, this whole thing stops. Which annoys Hawkmoth because if Ladybug doesn’t get in, Adrien can’t retrieve her Miraculous. 

After realizing this, Ladybug tries another tactic. She swings off and detransforms outside the barrier, thinking maybe ‘Marinette’ can convince him more than Ladybug. 

Marinette easily makes it past the first barriers, to where the rest of the class is at the 10 foot barrier. She isn’t that surprised, as all of the classmates are there already. 

What does surprise her is that there’s no resistance letting her into the 5 foot barrier, with Alya, Nino, Chloé and Kagami. That gets a few reactions from everyone. 

Marinette goes to lean aganst the last barrier, to beg Adrien to let her in. Only there isn’t another barrier. Not for her. Because while Adrien hasn’t admitted it yet, he loves her just as much as Ladybug. But the ‘Akuma’ doesn’t see Mari as a threat. 

After cautiously making her way too him, and shoving down any ‘ohmygoditsadrien’ nervousness because she’s in Ladybug Mode™, Marinette grabs whatever the Akumatized Item is and smashes it. 

That has Adrien turning back to normal and while he’s confused af he’s not upset enough to be Akumatized again. Mari makes up a ‘uh... I should go get Ladybug!’ excuse and bolts off to transform and purify the Butterfly. 

Meanwhile, everyone else fills Adrien in on what he did as an Akuma. Alya especially asks questions about Lila, and Adrien does admit to all the bullshit that was going on with her. 

Alya, Nino, Chloé and Kagami then all tease/interrogate Adrien about Marinette. Alya and Nino tease, Kagami interrogates, and Chloé does both. Kagami realizes she’s obviously lost to Marinette if Adrien let her in. Chloé’s just like ‘I know I’m kinda trying to be nicer but really?? Her??? You absolute dork!!’. 

Adrien’s just confused. Luckily Alya was recording so she can show him how Mari was the only one allowed to touch him. Adrien’s confused until they mention that even Ladybug was stopped by a barrier. 

Adrien has a small crisis before realizing ‘holy shit I might be in love with her’.

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1: Name - Kaylie

2: Age - 23

3: 3 Fears - Spiders, failure, loss

4: 3 things I love - Reading, writing, Taylor Swift

5: 4 turns on - Kindness, nice hands, humor, someone who has a really warm heart.

6: 4 turns off - Arrogance, moustaches lmao, narcissism, basket ball shorts *shudders*

7: My best friend - Her name is Megan (but also my mom lmao)

8: Sexual orientation - Heterosexual

9: My best first date - I have never been on a date.

10: How tall am I - 5'2

11: What do I miss - My childhood mostly

12: What time were I born - 2:45 pm

13: Favorite color - Red, but sometimes a nice summery, pastel yellow

14: Do I have a crush - no

15: Favorite quote - I have so many that I can't say my utmost favourite, but one that I always think about is from Richard Siken "He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand." I'm not even sure how this is supposed to be interpreted, but I just love the detail of this. Of someone looking at the moon and pointing at it, but you're looking at their hand because you're that consumed by them and also they're like your moon. anyway-

16: Favorite place - My house lol

17: Favorite food - Cheesecake

18: Do I use sarcasm - Yes, but very dryly

19: What am I listening to right now - Nothing actually. I'm just sitting in the quiet.

20: First thing I notice in new person - I used to think it was physical, like eyes or their smile, but I think it's actually their demeanor. i.e., confidence, if they're laid back, talkative or quiet, etc. Or even just how they handle things. Like when I'm at work and I meet a new co-worker I'm always noticing how they are with people.

21: Shoe size - 6.5 US but I can manage a 7 US too.

22: Eye color - Grey

23: Hair color - Ashy blonde, but I usually get it highlighted to be a brighter blonde

24: Favorite style of clothing - I'm super into the French girl vibe right now (elegany, classy, ribbed sweaters tucked into high waisted jeans or dress pants, a blazer thrown over and a nice gold necklace) but I'm also really into a summery boho look (flowy maxi dresses and skirts)

25: Ever done a prank call? No

27: Meaning behind my URL - On this account, it's just my name and then 'muses' because this account is just me talking to myself tbh. My main account is called autumnsletters which is just a combo of my fav things: autumn and handwritten love letters, and finally, my embarrassing taylor swift account is called sixteenavenue which is a lyric from her song I Think He Knows where she mentions her heart skipping down sixteenth avenue.

28: Favorite movie - I feel like i don't have one answer bc I always have a different answer to this question lmao. I think it's called A Christmas Carol (the 2009 version w/ Jim Carrey). It just makes me feel cozy and warm inside. Also: Clueless.

29: Favorite song - All Too Well by Taylor Swift I think.

30: Favorite band - Of Monsters and Men

31: How I feel right now - I actually feel really happy today, which is a change lol. I had an awful week last week, but over the last couple of days I've just felt more creative and happier.

32: Someone I love - My mom

33: My current relationship status - Single

34: My relationship with my parents - Excellent.

35: Favorite holiday - Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have -0 :'(

37: Tattoos and piercing i want - I want to get my ears pierced again bc the holes grew over. Low key want a nose piericing and low key want a tattoo on my collarbone (or somewhere around there)

38: The reason I joined Tumblr - Because everyone else had it and I felt left out LOL

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - I don't have an ex

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - No

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - No i've never been kissed rip

42: When did I last hold hands? - never but it's ok bc i can hold my own hand

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Depending on what I'm doing. If I showered the night before and I'm just doing a very low-maintenance look, roughly 15-20 mins. On a normal day in which I shower in the morning and am trying to actually be presentable, roughly an hour.

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? - Have YOU shaved MY legs? No. Have I shaved my own? Yes

45: Where am I right now? - My room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - Most likely I'm not drunk, but IF I WAS, it would be my friend, my mom, or my sister (my sister would probs make fun of me and film me tho tbh)

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - Loud if I'm jamming with nothing else to do but sing along. If I'm trying to do something, I'll turn it down bc I can't focus with loud music (especially if I'm trying to write something/talk to someone/text someone)

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - My mom bc my dads dead

49: Am I excited for anything? - My sister and I are going to Banff in about three weeks so I'm excited for a getaway.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - No

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - I work in retail so

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - I don't know. I think I hugged my mom at some point this week lol

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - Bye bye babyyyy

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - my cat

55: What is something I disliked about today? - I had to go to work

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Taylor Alison Swift baby

57: What do I think about most? - Probably Taylor Swift.

58: What’s my strangest talent? - I can make stomach gurgling noises with my mouth closed.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? - Nah, pretty generic ones

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Behind the camera

61: What was the last lie I told? - Some lady asked if a product was good and I said yes so I wouldn't have to help her find another one

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Neither what the hell

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - Neither

64: Do I believe in magic? - No

65: Do I believe in luck? - No

66: What's the weather like right now? - It's calm, but a little cloudy. It was really warm and sunny earlier, but it's gotten a little grey.

67: What was the last book I've read? - I just finished this series called The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski and it was so good but so stressful omg. Still 5/5 stars.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - Yes

69: Do I have any nicknames? - Not really, but sometimes my coworkers call my Kayls

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? - Oh my god when I was like 10 I fell during grounders and the bar hit me right on the cooch. Most painful event of my entire life.

71: Do I spend money or save it? - Spend it bitch

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - No

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? - yes!! my blanket!!

74: Favorite animal? - I love hippos and I don't know why.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - Reading on my phone to avoid sleeping so I could prolong not going to work

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - Devil. Kind of like Satan The Devil is his full name

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Shake It Off

78: How can you win my heart? - Learning Taylor Swift's entire discography for my sake

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - tbh I really don't know

80: What is my favorite word? - Wonderstruck

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - n/a

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - stream fearless taylor's version

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Healing

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - N/A

86: What is my current desktop picture? - it's a misty forest

87: Had sex? - no

88: Bought condoms? - no

89: Gotten pregnant? - no

90: Failed a class? - yes

91: Kissed a boy? - no

92: Kissed a girl? - no

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - no but it's a dream

94: Had a job? - I've had two so far

95: Left the house without my wallet? - Yes, sometimes I do it on purpose so I can make my mom pay for something lmao (chill i'm talking something small like candy)

96: Bullied someone on the internet? - no

97: Had sex in public? - no

98: Played on a sports team? - no

99: Smoked weed? - no

100: Did drugs? - no

101: Smoked cigarettes? - no

102: Drank alcohol? - yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - no

104: Been overweight? - I feel overweight, but technically no

105: Been underweight? - No

106: Been to a wedding? - Yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - Yes, but not since I was younger. I'm mostly on my phone now.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - Oh yeah lmao

109: Been outside my home country? - No

110: Gotten my heart broken? - Yes

111: Been to a professional sports game? - No

112: Broken a bone? - No

113: Cut myself? - Yes

114: Been to prom? - Sort of. I'm Canadian so I had grad.

115: Been in airplane? - No

116: Fly by helicopter? - No

117: What concerts have I been to? - Jonas Brothers when I was about 10 lmao and Marianas Trench when I was 15

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - No

119: Learned another language? - Tried to

120: Wore make up? - Yes. I do work at a makeup store.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - no

122: Had oral sex? - no

123: Dyed my hair? - not a funky color, no

124: Voted in a presidential election? - Sort of; I voted for a prime minister

125: Rode in an ambulance? - Yes

126: Had a surgery? - No

127: Met someone famous? - No

128: Stalked someone on a social network? - No

129: Peed outside? - No

130: Been fishing? - No

131: Helped with charity? - Yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? - No bc I never fessed up to any crush lol

133: Broken a mirror? - No

134: What do I want for birthday? - A jewelry box