xnotxyourxbabyx · 1 year ago
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✨Naughty and nice✨
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cinnamonbirdanon · 5 years ago
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Heart eyes, motherfucker
Me and beauty-grace-aroace have talked about this au and I fucking love it, I had to get this out of my system.
Soulmates worked in funny ways, but the promise was that Istus always led you to meet yours. All of his life, Istus was brought up constantly to him. He knew why they brought her up- His pupil was halved from birth. This was a sign your soul mate was dead. It was a relief to know that, hey. At least they weren’t heart shaped yet. He was still to meet his soulmate. 
Growing up, Lup teased Taako about it constantly. The jokes went from “ Maybe she’s a vampire!” to “ Maybe she’s a zombie, heh.” Neither were comforting thoughts, how could they be, but they made Taako chuckle. 
Taako falling in love was nothing new, so as her brother gushed over the phone about a new person he’d been seeing, Lup didn’t think much. “ I’m telling you, Lulu. They’re the one.” He said softly into the phone, careful of his room mate’s prying ears “ I just- geez Lu. The boys have been making fun of me since it happened two months ago.” 
“ What?” Lup teased “ Did you finally meet your ghost babe?” She said, not expecting the photo she received. It was Taako with a happy smile, pupils in the heart shape they were when you met your soulmate. “ Wait! Wait, wait Koko that’s amazing! Bear! Barry! Taako met his fucking soul mate! So, was she a ghost like I predicted?” She was ecstatic for her brother. 
“ A: Gay. B: No, he isn’t a ghost. He technically was never alive? You know how my college is the one where weird necro shit goes down like every week cause we don’t have a necro lab. He’s the grim reaper. Necro cop. Lup, I watched his pupils turn to hearts when he had his skeleton head it was the cutest shit.” 
“ Koko, you gay motherfucker why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were gay?!” Lup frowned, feeling a little betrayed and in the background Barry called “ Taako’s GAY?!” Taako just laughed at the two’s reaction “ Who the fuck did you think Sazed was? Sazed isn’t a girl name, Lulu.” He pointed out. 
“ Yeah, but he FORCED you into that relationship. You didn’t want to be in it.” She pointed out. “ Wait, you said your boy is the grim reaper right?” she asked “ Barry, you know the grim reaper, right? He tried to arrest you a few times.” She called into the apartment.
“ Yeah, wait, KRAVITZ is his soulmate? Jeez, didn’t know Taako had a thing for brit boys.” Lup snorted and laughed “ Ko, Barry said he didn’t know you had a thing for brit boys.” She said, moving so Barry could sit next to her on the couch. “ He isn’t British though, he dropped the accent when our eyes made hearts. Also Lucas got expelled because he had a necro lab ALL in this shit. Ya know that creepy ass elevator people kept drawing a face on?” 
“ You mean the powerful, dangerous, eldritch being Lifty, your lifting friend? I remember. When aunty worked at the college we were the ones who put the fake tongue rug with them to fuck with peeps.” Lup said, face stuffed against Barry’s shoulder. “ Well, Lucas somehow found out it led to the basement so Magnus and Merle and I were sent down by the director of the college herself to fuck up his shit. He had people working for him down there Lup, he’d been there for a while.” 
“ Krav was trying to kill us the entire time thinking we were in on it and when he was about to leave with Lucas’ mom’s soul- That fucker was trying to bring back his MOM Lup, like, the fuck? But me and Krav made eye contact and both our eyes did the heart thing. After some breaking and entering on Kravitz’ part, we’re now dating.” 
Lup snorted “ Well, is that how all love stories start? Some death crimes, fighting a death cop, all normal things. So, anyways, when do I get to MEET my little brother’s soul mate?” Taako took a minute to think “I dunno, uh, next time we meet up as a family. So Candlenights? If Barry doesn’t summon something and get Kravitz to come arrest your asses first, that is. And if anything YOU’RE the younger one, Lu.” Taako said
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the-potter-analyst · 5 years ago
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Chapter 8 - The Deathday Party
Harry Potter and the Sacred Text word of the day: Rumors
Just to share a personal story about rumors bc this is a short post, I was working part time during my year off between undergrad and grad school and was going to quit when I started school again. A few months before that, there were rumors spreading around about me already putting in my 2 week notice (idk how it works in other countries, but in the US you have to give at least a 2 week notice of you quitting for logistic reasons). At this point, I hadn’t talked to anyone at work about when I planned to leave or if I was leaving at all for that matter, so I have no idea who started the rumor, but eventually it came upon the ears of my manager and they confronted me about it. That’s actually how I found out about the rumor lmao. I had to be like no I’m not quitting now I have zero knowledge about what’s going on and give them a date of when I’m leaving for real. And this, my peeps, was the first time in my then 22 years of existence that I was the center of a rumor. I had a good laugh at least.
Ok but very little actually happened this chapter lol. Maybe that was why I had trouble forming concrete thoughts about “rumors” from my own reading, and having the podcast was helpful in organizing them a bit. I think my understanding of rumors is slightly different from the hosts, since I see it as spreading information that you don’t fully know the details of, or whether it’s truthful or not (unless you’re spreading something about yourself). Sometimes it’s misinformation, like you mistook smth a person said (i.e. Person A says what if, and Person B mishears it to be a fact), which is something that happens on tumblr all the time.... and the internet. The rumor about Dumbledore booking dancing skeletons for the Halloween feast would be an example of this. Like ppl are so excited about the feast that they’re making stuff up about cool things that could happen lol. Sometimes someone says smth about a specific person, or themselves, either out of malice or to build reputation. This would be Sir Nick telling Harry to talk about how Nick is frightening and impressive at his deathday party to make himself seem cooler. Gossip on the other hand can be about either true or false information, it can be for entertainment, to vent, or just to have idle chat. I think Hermione talking about Moaning Myrtle is gossip, because she’s experienced all of the things she said, but if say, Harry or Ron start spreading it to other people, then it becomes a rumor. That personal rumor I talked about earlier? I have no clue how to categorize it lol. Did someone mishear smth? Were they pulling it out of their ass? The world may never know.
I want to get into Filch and the Kwikspell a bit, since the hosts brought up something interesting in the podcast episode. Harry finds a infomercial letter on Filch’s desk about how to do magic easily. What Harry doesn’t understand is why Filch would have it, so he wants to talk to Ron and Hermione about this interesting piece of info he found out and can’t make sense out of. This is gossip lol. What we find out later is that Filch is a squib and the interesting thing brought up is how Filch might be overcompensating for the fact that he can’t use magic. So he hides the fact that he’s magic-less and creates this persona that he wants to torture students so that he can gain some amounts of respect (through fear). I can imagine Filch would face a lot more disrespect if it was common that he was a squib. I wonder if he later internalized his persona or if he always would have actually enjoyed hanging students from the ceiling by their ankles. Tbh if I was him, I’d probably get great satisfaction from that after all the shit Hogwarts students do and make him clean up asdfjhdf. I’m not trying to make Filch a good guy, but just imagine having to take an extra hour to scrub the floors bc some kid decided to walk around the castle wet and muddy. Ick.
I feel so bad for Myrtle jfc. I felt bad for her as a child, but now I have a fuller understanding of depression and the effects of bullying and I just,,, can’t help pitying her and feeling sad for her. She lived her living life being bullied and ridiculed, died at a particularly bad moment of depression, and now has to be stuck at this emotional point for the end of days. And still have to deal with being ridiculed. That fucking sucks.
I’ll lump Harry hearing the voice again and finding the message on the wall with next chapter’s post.
Small things:
Poor Ginny, she might not be sick but she’s already starting to look weaker D:
Interesting how both Vanishing Cabinets are introduced in the same book, wayyy before they actually become important. I think I assumed the Hogwarts cabinet was always in the Room of Requirement and then I realized that Peeves dropping it was the reason it was broken and put in the Room. I wonder how different book 6 would’ve been if this moment didn’t happen.
Sweet Boi Harry agreeing to go to Nick’s deathday party bc Nick was feeling down <3
Hermione mentions Myrtle’s toilet being out of order all year girl it’s been 2 (two) months. I wonder if Myrtle’s more emotional from the chamber opening again? At a subconscious level maybe.
Harry and Ron have missed every major feast so far this school year rip
I’ll take a moment to appreciate Sir Nick. He gets a bad beheading and has to deal with that for the rest of his afterlife sdjfskjkhf. But he’s also very sweet and caring, like he asked how Harry was doing even though he was dealing with some shit! He got Harry out of trouble from Filch! Nick may have had a shitty death, but he’s still a good man.
Previous: Chapter 7 - Mudbloods and Murmurs
Next: Chapter 9 - The Writing on the Wall
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the-sweetest-dragon · 5 years ago
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Character Sheet
This is the last one of my DC characters that I’ve revised and I really like the amount of detail I put back into this character.  I hope to start writing her story soon, but I’ll have to thank @incorrectbatfamiliaquotes once again for all her help because if it wasn’t for her, I don’t think I’d even consider rewriting any of these.  
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Full Name: Ashton Poppy Nazari
Nickname: Ash
Ethnicity: Arabic and German (Her father was Arabic and her mother was German)
Birthday: November 13, 2000
Age: 18
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Basic Personality: Ash would describe herself as a rebel with a heart of gold, which is mostly true.  She’s kind and cares a lot about other people, but often forgets that not everyone thinks as quickly as she does.  Quick to start an argument, or physical fight, to defend what she believes is right. ��Ash likes to move around; she constantly taps her foot or drums her fingers against things.  She’s scary intelligent, and may be a better detective than Tim Drake.  
Deeper Personality:
Aggressive:  Ash refuses to leave well enough alone and it gets her into trouble at the orphanage and with foster parents.  Starts fights with other kids, and usually wins, due to her background in boxing.  She wouldn’t describe herself as aggressive, but others would.  
Outspoken: She’s a hardcore feminist, to the point that others can recite her speeches from memory.  Ash believes that her body is her own to control, her sexuality is valid, and that LGBTQ people deserve the same rights and opportunists that cishet people are allowed to have.   
Hyper: Ashton likes to move around a lot.  She got in trouble a lot in school for tapping her feet and drumming her fingers against her desk.  Ash also gets distracted a lot, but once focused, she’ll rarely drop whatever she’s interested in.  
Best Friend: Jonathan Kent 
Her and Jon met while she lived in Metropolis.  She saved him from making a complete fool of himself by tripping and spilling milk on the school bully.  Jon loves her to death and once harbored a small crush on her, but grew out of it fairly quickly.  They kept in touch over the years and are still great friends to this day.
Family: Unknown to her, however, as the author, I can tell you that they were involved in the League of Assassins and were killed because they didn’t want to raise Ashton in such a harsh environment.  They desperately wanted her to have a normal life.  They worked for the League because they were forced to; they had no choice.  When they saw a chance to escape, they took it but at a harsh consequence of Ashton growing up without parents.  Ra’s, as a way to try and keep them under his control, wanted to marry Ash off to Damian when they came of age.  Talia thought it would be a wonderful match and Ashton’s parents knew that it was just another way to control them, prompting them to plan their escape in secret.  Talia was the one to kill them.  
Love Life:  Ashton likes to date, but not seriously.  She’s not one to be tied down.  Ash identifies as bisexual but leans more towards guys than girls.  Her last relationship ended pretty badly, and it left her with a black eye.  She now knows to not trust Gotham street rats.   
Political Viewpoint: Ash is very liberal, but also knows that people are allowed to have different opinions to her own.  That doesn’t stop her from starting fights though.  
Basic Description:  Ashton is pretty but in an unusual way.  Her features are large but somehow delicate.  Ash has heterochromia, with one green eye and one brown eye.  Her hair is cut short and is dark brown, with honey blonde highlights.  She has freckles and moles everywhere.  Jon always used to joke that its because the sun is in love with her.  Her hair never gets longer than shoulder length because it bothers her if it’s too long.  Ash isn’t tall, but she isn’t short either.  She’s curvy and has thighs that would Jason Todd to shame.  Muscular without being boxy; she used to box a lot in her spare time.  She has a lot of piercings; her earlobes are pierced twice each and in her right ear, her cartilage is pierced too.  Her nose is also pierced and she typically wears a stud in it.  Ash has a few tattoos, all of which were saved up for and paid for with her own money from working jobs in coffee houses or babysitting.  On her calf, she has an electric blue skeleton that is skateboarding and wearing a Hawaiian shirt.  She has a blue and purple hummingbird on her left shoulder and a bat hanging upside down beneath her boobs.  (We stan a tattooed queen in this house.)
Short Term Goals: Ash just wants to have a nice summer and to not worry about the future for a few months.   
Long Term Goals: Ashton is determined to become a music teacher and find a home to settle down in.  She isn’t sure if she’d want to get married or even have kids, but likes to think about her future quite often.  
Favorite Outfit: Ash’s dress sense depends on the day, but her favorite outfit is a vintage Queen shirt paired with ripped mom jeans, which have fishnets underneath them, and clunky boots she found at a thrift store.  
Favorite Song: Black Sheep by The Clash at Demonhead
Hobbies: Ash enjoys a number of things.  She used to box a lot, and knows a lot of self defense that she taught to girls in the orphanage before she left.  Ashton can play the guitar and sings a little.  She’ll occasionally write her own songs, but prefers to not share them with anyone.  
Favorite Candy: She’s partial to dark chocolate Crunch Bars or Peeps, but only the pink ones (the yellow ones don’t taste the same)
Favorite Drink: Ashton loves frozen hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel drizzle; she has a sweet tooth like no other.  
Fatal Flaw: She hates opening up to other people about her feelings.  She’ll tell you her opinion in a heartbeat but when she’s feeling sad, she’ll refuse to talk to people. 
Habits: Ashton chews on her nails.  They’re rarely longer than where her finger is and finds it easier to not chew them if they aren’t long.  
Favorite Color: She’s partial to blood red and black.  
Favorite Food: Vegetarian zucchini lasagna is her absolute favorite.  Ash is vegetarian and loves to experiment with food.  This is one of her favorite recipes that she’s tried in the past few years.  
Fears: Ash is afraid of snakes and dark holes.  She has nightmares of being thrown into the sea from a ship in the night.  Ash is terrified that people will get to know the real her and leave anyways.  
Life Motto: Be the woman who fixes another woman’s crown without telling the world it was crooked.  
Favorite Movie: A Knight’s Tale because it’s awesome.
Weird Talent: She’s managed to figure out a good portion of superheroes secret identities by doing basic detective work.  It’s one of her favorite things to surprise Jon with.
“Hey, I know who Kid Flash is.”
“No you don’t.”
“Dude, it’s obviously Bart Allen, I’m not dumb.”
*Surprised Pikachu face*
Role Model: Batgirl, otherwise known as Stephanie Brown.  Ash admires her strength and resilience.  Coming back after a pregnancy must have been one of the hardest things in the world.  Plus, she has to put up with Tim Drake, which means she’s an amazing person with a great temperament.    
Religion: Ash is agnostic and doesn’t enjoy going to church.  
Prized Possession: When Ashton found her way into her first orphanage, she came with a small golden locket that doesn’t open but is engraved with what she believes to be her parents initials.  
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rustic-space-fiddle · 6 years ago
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Ava Paige and the Immuni (Pt. 2)
Taggin’ peeps: @esthercantdraw @castielcaswatson @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader @newtieparker
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2. In Which the McQuarrie Children Join the Crew
Months pass. The children, instead of getting off at the next port, had decided to keep their ship, which they found was dubbed The Shining Gladius, and to one day exact revenge upon the pirates that had taken their childhoods and families from them. They taught themselves to sail, with Minho’s help, and soon, they became like a band of pirates themselves. They found weapons, and they raided tiny pirate vessels of their goods. Over time, they became rather proficient in the art of plundering and pillaging. Ever so often, they would pick up another orphan. Similarly, they lost a few. The sea is not for everyone. The children never did see the red sailed ship again, but they kept a watchful eye.
Now, on the twelfth of December, they arrived a tiny village off the coast of Scotland. It was snowing.
The sight that greeted them stung the soul, a burning reminder of their home. The village had been pillaged, and recently, by the look of it. While the rest of the children stared over the handrail, Anne was looking in the opposite direction. She grabbed Ellie’s arm.
“Look!” she exclaimed, pointing at the horizon.
“What?” Ellie asked, turning her head.
“A ship!”
“Where?!”
“There!” Anne jostled her, pointing excitedly. “Over there, near that bird! Do you see it?”
Ellie scrunched up her face, peering across the bright water. “I don’t see anything. Just snow.”
“It’s right there! A ship…” Anne continued to insist. “Just— use your eyes!”
“I am,” Ellie frowned. “And I don’t see anything. Are you sure you’re not going crazy?”
“I’m not,” Anne said, discouraged. Her hand fell; the ship had disappeared over the horizon. “Well, it’s gone now.”
Ellie glanced at her. She did seem serious. Besides, Anne had never been wrong in the past — she had very good eyes.
“Maybe we should tell Albert.”
Anne perked up at that, faith restored. “I think we’d better.”
They hurried to Albert, who was having a rather serious conversation wth Minho.
“…Who knows, but we probably shouldn’t risk it,” he was saying. “They likely didn’t leave any survivors.”
“If it’s the same guys, then why wouldn’t they? They left us, didn’t they?” Minho argued.
“Even if they did, who’s to say they’re alive now? Wouldn’t we see them?”
“Well, it sure would be easier to see them if you’d just let me steer us in—“
“Albert!” Ellie whispered loudly. “Alby!”
“Hold that thought,” Albert held up a hand to shut Minho up — the latter looking rather insulted — and turned to the two girls. “What is it?”
“Anne thinks she saw a ship,” Ellie whispered, not wanting to draw the other children’s attention.
Albert’s eyes snapped to Ellie. “That so?”
“Yes,” Anne nodded. “It disappeared, and it was pretty far away, but it was a ship.”
“Did it have a red sail?” Albert asked, so deathly serious that Anne was almost unable to answer.
“No,” she said. “Well, that is, I couldn’t see. It was too far, and the snow wasn’t helping much.”
Albert searched her face a moment more, then turned back to Minho, stoned faced.
“That settles it. We’re leaving.”
Minho seemed incredulous. “What about the kid?”
“We’ve got plenty of kids to worry about right here,” Albert stated. “We’re leaving.”
Minho stood his ground. “Alby, I’m going ashore.”
Albert looked him in the eye with face that said he would be saying much more if there weren’t so many little ears staring at them. ”No, you’re not.”
“I heard something, and I’m not leaving until—“
Just then, a small cry rose from the village. All heads spun around to see a little girl with dirty blonde hair, around ten or twelve years old, running up the pier. She tripped, picked herself up, and kept running, waving her arms over her head and screaming for all she was worth. Perhaps she was trying call for help, but all that left her mouth was shrill incoherency.
Minho ran to the side of the ship, leaped into one of the jolly boats, and lowered it into the water before Albert could say “Minho, no!”
Albert cursed as Minho rowed toward the pier as fast as he could. A few of the children cheered; one started crying, but most simply stood there, stiff as boards and dreading that pirates would rise from the water at any moment.
The girl quickly eased herself off the edge of the dock and dropped into the icy water, paddling to meet the rowboat. Minho grabbed her under the arms and dragged her aboard, then grabbed the oars and made for safety.
Albert seethed as Minho steered the alongside their vessel and was hefted back on deck. Minho carefully stepped free of the craft, cradling the girl close and gently setting her down on a wooden step. Anne and Charlie rushed forward with blankets and swiftly wrapped her as the rest of the children gathered around. Minho was breathing heavily, but that didn’t stop him from throwing Albert a self-satisfied leer.
Albert glared at him. “Wipe smug look off your face,” he growled, then knelt down in front of the little girl, resting a comforting hand on both of her tiny, shaking shoulders.
“Hey, little miss, it’s alright,” he said soothingly. “Hush now, we’ve got you.”
The girl looked at him, terror and desperation burning in her dark eyes.
“My— my brother,” she gasped in a small voice. “My brother— he’s trapped. He’s trapped in the well. I couldn’— I couldn’—“
She lapsed into silence.
“Your brother?” Albert prodded. “He’s alive?”
The girl nodded spasmodically.
“He’s alive and he’s trapped.”
The girl nodded again, then suddenly began to sob.
“I been tryin’ to get him out for hours!” she cried. “They came and killed mother and father— he was out back— gettin’ water for breakfast— they came and I tried to warm him— but— but when I went to him they’d shoved him down— and I tried to get him out! I did! I did! For hours— but I couldn’! And he can’t get out himself, he’s got—“
“Calm down, calm down!” Alby shushed. “Slowly now. How long has he been down there?”
“Hours and hours, I told ya, he—“
“Was he awake when you left?”
“I don’ know,” the girl remained. “I don’ know…”
She appeared to collect herself, her sudden burst of panic dying down and being replaced with a look of adamancy.
“You ‘ave to get him,” she conceded. “You’d be able to pull him out.”
“Us?” Albert hesitated. “I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. We cannot stay here. Those pirates could decide to come back at any minute. If they spot us, we’re as good as dead.”
The little girl, instead of melting back into tears, stood up, the blankets slipping to the floor. Her fists clenched at her sides, she stood fast as she stared the boy in the face.
“Get him,” she gritted.
“Miss—“ Albert paused. “What’s your name?”
“Elizabeth,” the girl informed him.
“Miss Elizabeth,” he sighed, beginning to lose his patience. “We can’t. I don’t mean to sound completely and utterly horrible, but your brother is most likely dead.”
Elizabeth’s face grew stony.
“I’m sorry,” Albert said earnestly, and he was. More sorry than he could say. “I wish we could help more, but with the pirates so close, it’s best if we—“
“Minho’s off again!” a child shouted.
Albert whipped around to see that yes, Minho has indeed stolen the dingy for the second time, and was once again rowing furiously for shore. It took every ounce of Albert’s willpower to not curse like a sailor in front of little Elizabeth.
“Bloody hell!” she shouted. “He’s going for him!”
Albert turned to look at the still-soaked girl in surprise. She reddened with embarrassment.
“Pardon,” she said.
Albert stared blankly at her, then reverted his gaze back to the shrinking rowboat and its thief, eager for Minho to return so he could punch him right in his ridiculous, reckless, stupid face. It’d be a miracle if they lived to see the end of the day. Granted, he’d thought that many times in the past, and yet here they were.
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Minho leapt free of the dingy and pulled it ashore. In the distance, he could see The Shining Gladius, and knew Albert was planning the ways he was going to skin him when he returned. He’d deal with that in a bit. For now, he needed to find that little girl’s brother.
He ran up the beach, working his way past some burning barrels and scattered driftwood, into the remains of the village. It was tiny: two rows of crudely built houses on either side of a simple dirt road. It was quaint, and under better circumstances, Minho would have very much liked to live there. But now, with the smoking thatch roofs, debris strewn across the ground, doors torn off their hinges, and half dozen bodies lying, freezing in the road, it looked far less pleasant.
“Hello?” Minho shouted. “Aye!”
He realized that he had no idea what the boy’s name was. He probably should’ve asked the girl about that before he had jumped ship. Not that he would ever admit that to Albert.
A well! But a quick glance down told him that this wasn’t the one.
Keep looking. No more dead kids.
After tiptoeing around a few fallen logs, he reached the end of the main road, and still had not yet seen another well. He kept going; maybe there was another house beyond, a farm or some such. His theory was proved correct: there was one more house, or at least the remnants of one. The roof was burned away, and all that stood now was the stone chimney and the charred logs that stood as support in the corners. Minho‘s stomach turned. According to the girl, her parents were still inside. They were probably nothing more than blackened skeletons now. The thought of it reminded Minho of his own father, shot in the face with a pistol and kicked off the the dock into the water as if he were nothing more than a small pebble in their path.
Hush it, Minho reprimanded himself. Not the time.
Stowing his thoughts and moving around the house — to what had been the backyard — he found the well in question.
“Ey!” he exclaimed. He hurried to the edge, looking down the cold, slimy stone walls. “Hello?” he called down. “Anyone down there!”
A pair of dark brown eyes glanced upward. Exhausted, hopeless eyes set deep in a pale, gaunt face; forehead webbed with limp, wet hair. The boy, clinging the the wooden bucket and doing his very best to stay afloat. His face brightened when he saw his rescuer.
“O—“ the boy rasped, voice trembling with cold. “Oi! I’m here!”
“Just hang on!” Minho shouted down to him.
The boy winced at the deafening echo, then suddenly slipped into the dark water and out of sight. Any longer and he could drown.
No more dead kids.
Minho jumped into action, finding the end of the rope and wrapping it around his hands. He leaned over the well again; the boy had resurfaced, sucking in a breath of air and groaning through gritted teeth.
“Grab the bucket!” Minho ordered. No time to ask questions.
A tug on the rope, and Minho yanked, pulling the rope up as fast as he could. His arms burned with the effort but he kept pulling, until it felt as though he were pulling up up a calf instead of a boy.
After pulling for what seemed like hours, the boy’s head breached the top of the well — Minho let go of the rope and grabbed him by the shirt with both hands, bracing his feet and legs against the stone as the bucket fell back down, all without skipping a beat. He lifted him clear, and then his muscles gave out, just about dropping the sopping boy into the dirt. He leaned against the well, breathing hard. The boy just lay on the ground, shivering, eyes shut.
“Well, that worked,” Minho muttered.
The boy coughed. “Ta.”
Minho wasn’t sure what that meant, but he assumed it was an expression of gratitude.
“Anytime.”
~To be continued...
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victorluvsalice · 6 years ago
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Forgotten Vows Friday: Fixing You Cut Scene! Extended Dr. Fixxler’s Shop
Hi all! I’m making good progress on Chapter 8 of “Fixing You” -- it’s a LOT shorter than Chapter 7, so you’ll definitely be seeing it next week. However, I thought I’d share something else with you today -- some cut content! Most of the editing I’ve been doing while working on “Fixing You” has been cutting out bits of unnecessary fluff, or chopping short scenes and conversations that go on waaaay too long. (Chapter 7 actually had a TON cut out of it to avoid the characters telling each other everything you guys have already seen in the fics. Yes, that damn chapter was originally even longer.) And while this is all for the good, it does mean that occasionally I lose moments I like.
Such as today’s scene, which was part of an earlier draft of Chapter 3 with Victor and Alice in Fixxler’s shop. Originally, Alice’s question to Fixxler about him having the ability to move between the Lands of the Living and the Dead led to a much longer scene where Fixxler provided a lot more explanation on how the spell worked, and how magic works in this world in general. There was also what I thought was a fun bit of business with the group searching the shop for special glasses that let you see magical auras. When it came time for the next round of editing, though, I realized the scene really slowed the pacing down, and that Fixxler would know why Alice would be so interested in Slip Through The Veil without her needing to spell it out so explicitly. So I cut out this scene and provided pared-down versions of some of the exposition he gives here in a different spot in the chapter. I still like the bit though, soo -- here, to tide you over until next week. Hope you enjoy! For context, the starting line in italics is from the actual Chapter 3 and shows where the scene would have landed.
Alice froze. "Wait – let's rewind the conversation back a few minutes, if you don't mind. You can get to the Land of the Dead?"
"One of the lucky ones," Fixxler told her, locating an old fountain pen. "Like I said, it takes a lot of power – barring special circumstances, like your boyfriend accidentally proposing to a very hopeful corpse."
"When Elder Gutknecht sent us up that first time, it didn't seem very complicated," Victor said, frowning. "He just squeezed an egg out of a raven and broke it over our heads."
"Oh, it's not a matter of complicated – it's a matter of simply what you're trying to do," Fixxler told him, waving the pen. "The barrier between life and afterlife is usually pretty strong – living people aren't supposed to go Downstairs, and vice-versa. It takes a lot of energy to allow the 'wrong' person through the veil. Again, you're a special case, but. . . ." His eyes flashed gold again. "No, you don't have enough personal power to cast it on your own."
"What is that?" Alice had to ask. "It makes you look as if you've gas lamps behind your face."
"Signature Sense – it's my special talent," Fixxler explained. "I can tell you how to do it, but – well, it involves lighting a match, then waving it back out after ten seconds and swallowing it."
Victor touched his Adam's apple. "Oh – I don't think I'll try that one, then," he admitted. "Knowing me, I'd choke." He pouted. "I really wanted to see what an aura looked like, though. . . ."
"That is what enchantments are for," Fixxler told him. "I've got a pair of glasses I made once that I managed to permanently enchant with the same spell. . .somewhere. . . ." He grumbled as he looked around the store, twirling his pen. "The problem is, people seem to think a messy shop is more 'magical,' and then you just get used to throwing things anywhere."
"I can help you look for them," Victor instantly offered, getting to his feet. "I'm used to having to rummage for things."
"Yes, the Houndsditch toy pile can be a terrifying ordeal indeed," Alice agreed, standing up as well. "And I'd like a look too, honestly. . .so neither of us have a chance at casting the spell on our own?"
"I'll check behind the counter – Victor, you try the bookshelves up there," he said, gesturing to the little raised stage where lived his Chinese herbs and mystical tomes. "Alice, you check the front window – and no, sorry. You're both fairly magically gifted, but not that much."
Victor frowned as he mounted the tiny flight of steps to the shelves. "What if we combined our power?" he asked. "Is there a way to do that?"
"Sort of – there's spells that let you 'borrow' extra power from a person or a place for a little while," Fixxler confirmed, climbing over the counter. "But even with that, I think you'd still be short. And even if you weren't, there's a good chance you still couldn't use the spell anyway."
"Whyever not?" Alice demanded, feeling through the ribs of the skeleton just in case something had slipped inside. The bones jangled at the intrusion.
"Because, for whatever reason, magic doesn't like it when you drain your lake all in one go." Fixxler leaned on the countertop. "Granted, I don't blame it, it's not a pleasant feeling. . .but yeah, one of the barriers to learning magic is that the upper limit of the power of the spells you can learn is slightly below the upper limit of your own personal power. Draw Upon The Earth's Currents and Draw Upon Another's Currents can both get you around that limitation for a bit, but it only goes so far."
Victor paused in his search. "Ah – is – it isn't p-possible to completely use up your magic permanently, is it?" he asked, rocking to and fro on his heels in a rather Alice-like way.
Fixxler gave him a reassuring smile. "No, don't worry about that. You have to be casting a lot of magic in a very short amount of time to burn out, and even then, it only takes a couple of hours to recover. Nasty couple of hours, though – you feel like some vital part of you is missing."
"I've had enough of that feeling," Alice muttered, glowering at the thorny vine as the wail of a long-dead train echoed in her ears. "Doesn't sound like it's much of a risk, though." She felt around the pot, then moved on to the display of colored bottles. "You said that was one of the barriers. What are the others?"
"Mainly that you can only learn so many spells," Fixxler said, ducking down to hunt through some hidden cabinets. "Oh, so that's where I put that decanter. . . ." He placed it on the counter. "Again, relates to you having only so much magical energy. Once you learn enough that, if you cast them all in rapid succession, you'd burn out, that's it. Any new spells you try, even simple ones, will automatically fail."
"Hmph. I guess we'll have to be very careful what spells we learn," Alice said to Victor.
"And not learn too many of the same ones," Victor nodded. "How many do you think we'll get?"
"Hard to say for sure, but rough estimate – twenty to twenty-five?" Fixxler said, waggling a hand over his head. "Well, twenty to twenty-five for you – nineteen to twenty-four for Alice. Sorry, but a natural talent automatically takes up a slot. The price you pay for a spell you can use anytime without reagents."
"I can live with that. False Flesh is one of the fun ones, at least." Alice examined a bottle. "Are these real potions?"
"Some are – if they're glowing a little, they're real," Fixxler said, eyes peeping above the counter. "Otherwise it's just colored water. Good for effect, and I'm not constantly in the lab making new ones."
"How – oh!" Victor reached back behind a book and extracted a pair of small round glasses with dark lenses. "Are these them?" he asked, slipping them on.
"Let me see," Fixxler asked, standing up straight.
Victor turned to face him. "I don't – OW!"
He snapped his head away, ripping off the glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Victor?" Alice asked, dropping the bottle and hurrying to his side. "What happened?"
"It was like looking at the sun!" Victor hissed, pressing hard on his lids. "I'm still seeing a bit of a glow now."
"Sorry," Fixxler said with a sheepish look. "Should have warned you that the more power you have, the brighter your aura. There's a reason I made those out of dark glass."
"It didn't help much." Victor cautiously blinked open his eyes. "Ow. . . ."
"Try again with Alice," Fixxler encouraged. "She should be just fine to look at."
"That's what people tell me," Alice quipped, making both men blush. She held out her hand. "Here – want me to try first and confirm it's okay to look at most people?"
Victor handed over the glasses. "Just, really, don't look at him," he warned. "It is horribly bright."
Alice heeded his advice, keeping her back firmly to Fixxler as she slipped on the curious spectacles. Most of the world grew dark and smoky. . .but oh yes, out of the corner of her eye she could see a brilliant light emanating from somewhere behind her. Seems he wasn't exaggerating – turning to face our new friend probably would be exactly like looking directly at the sun.
Fortunately, she had a much softer, prettier light to focus her attention on. Victor himself seemed to be in shadow, but his aura was a vivid gold around him, edged with a layer of equally-bright blue-green. Shades of pink and orange and green and purple swirled over his body, tangling with each other before disappearing into the gold. "Oh. . . ." She held out her hand right above his chest, fingers dipping into the play of colors. "That's lovely. And this is what you see, Dr. Fixxler?"
"When I use Signature Sense," Fixxler confirmed. "Nice, isn't it?"
"Very." Alice drew her hand back and examined her own arm. No blue-green perimeter for her, but the bits of dripping rainbow still chased themselves over and through her own golden glow. She admired them for a bit –
Then frowned curiously. While most of the colors were floating about, blending with each other, there was a stripe of green about level with her elbow that was staying stock-still, resisting all invitations from red and yellow and blue to join the fun. She checked Victor's aura – no, all of his were moving. "What do the colors mean?" she asked, starting to turn her head – Fixxler's aura burned at her eyes, and she quickly yanked it back.
"Well, the main one is the 'alive or dead" signifier," Fixxler rattled off. "Gold's for living, blue-green is dead. The ones floating on top are a general sign of health. The brighter those colors and the faster they move, the better you feel. Any stationary stripes show what special talents you have – each spell has a unique color, or so they tell me. If you could look at me, you'd see I've got sort of greenish-gold stripes in my aura."
"Interesting," Alice said, looking at her legs and picking out a few more green stripes around her knees and feet. "So the green ones on me must be for False Flesh."
"Do I have any?" Victor asked hopefully.
Alice shook her head. "I don't see any, anyway."
"Nope – don't take it too hard, though," Fixxler told Victor as his shoulders slumped. "Most people don't have any talents. And most spells don't require anything too hard to obtain for reagents."
"Think of it this way," Alice said, taking off the glasses and handing them back over. "You get to choose all of your spells. I'm stuck with False Flesh whether I like it or not."
Victor smiled. "Given you're still in your Steamdress, I think you do like it." He put the glasses back on, making very sure not to look in Fixxler's direction. His eyes widened as he caught sight of her aura. "Oh wow. . . ." He too reached out a hand, running his fingers through the invisible colors. "Goodness, Alice, it's gorgeous. . . ." He looked down at himself, marveling at his unique glow. "I wish I could see these all the time."
Alice glanced at Fixxler, now again a perfectly ordinary black man. "You're sure?"
Victor took one peek his way, then grimaced and shut his eyes before pulling the glasses back off. "Good point. How could you even see our auras over your own?"
"I'm used to mine," Fixxler said. "If it makes you feel better, I nearly blinded myself the first time I looked at me too." He hopped back over the counter and accepted the glasses from Victor. "Now – I assume there's a reason for all the questions about Slip Through The Veil beyond you wondering how you could get a free ride into the afterlife but not one out of it?"
Victor glanced at Alice, awaiting her confirmation to share. "It's my family, Dr. Fixxler," Alice said, sparing him the trouble. "I – ever since I learned that the afterlife is real, the chance to see them again has been weighing pretty heavily on my mind. Dr. Wilson thinks it's the final loose end I have to tie up before I can be called anything resembling mentally healthy." She fiddled with her skirts. "Victor and I have been wondering for over a month now how you get Downstairs without dying or proposing to a corpse. And then you come along and. . . ." She huffed. "It's just a bit annoying to know there is a spell for it, but to have it be out of our reach."
"Ah. Well then – the way I see it, you have two options," Fixxler said, leaning on the railing. "The first is to wait until the end of October. You see, Slip Through The Veil has a little quirk – on Halloween night, sunset to sunrise, anybody can cast the spell. From what I've read, it's thanks to all of us thinking that spirits roam the Land of the Living in that general time period anyway. The barrier naturally thins thanks to all that belief."
"Really." Alice exchanged an intrigued look with Victor. "It would be a bit of a pain to wait, granted. . .but it would also be something to look forward to. What's option two?"
Fixxler grinned. "You let me take you."
Alice blinked. "You can – do that?"
"Elder Gutknecht did it to me and Emily," Victor told her, eyes bright. "And then to the whole village when we decided to get married properly! You'd really be willing, Dr. Fixxler?"
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katrinawritesthings · 7 years ago
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Jonghyun/Taemin; skree; PG
when you’re a skeleton necromancer and you’re also easily swayed into bad ideas by the slightest amount of convincing
“Fine, fine,” Taemin grins. He lifts his hands again and hovers them carefully over the fossil that looks the cutest. “But only just to show you that it won’t work,” he adds.
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“Hey, uh, quick question,” Jonghyun says. Taemin doesn’t glance up from his morning comics as he hums in reply. “How many, exactly, of these little reanimated skeleton creatures do you have wandering around your house?” Tiny little taps of bone on wood follow his sentence and Taemin does look up this time to see Jonghyun gently placing a skeleton lizard on the table next to his coffee. Taemin watches Elizabeth jump right back onto his hand and scuttle up his arm to rest on his shoulder. Jonghyun scrunches his nose at her and Taemin grins.
“Fifty-seven, I think,” he says. “Ish. I’m not too good with numbers.” He shrugs, reaching over to gently pick Elizabeth up and place her on his own shoulder. She nuzzles him with her nose and he gently gives the top of her skull a little kiss. “I can make them stop bothering you if you want,” he says, smothering his widening smile when Vani starts slithering up and around the back of Jonghyun’s chair.
“No, it’s… fine,” Jonghyun says. He turns to watch the little snakey skeleton when she pokes her head around his ear. “Just wondering how long it’ll take me to learn all of their names and shit,” he says. He holds his hand up and lets Vani wiggle her way on and around his wrist. Taemin smiles fondly as he watches.
“You will,” he says encouragingly. “I wouldn’t have agreed to be your physical study assignment if I thought you wouldn’t care about my little pals.” He’d never had one of those stuffy academic types from the university come to him and ask for his help in a class, but he’s already glad that Jonghyun did. Jonghyun is gentle and sweet and Taemin is happy to teach him about his little forest house of plants and skeletal necromancy. The sweet paycheck he’s getting from the school to let Jonghyun live with him for a few months doesn’t hurt either. Jonghyun hums a little noise of thanks, running the fingers of one hand gently over its spine.
“All reptiles?” he asks, looking back to Taemin curiously.
“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums. “Or, almost all. Some are birds.” He shrugs, gestures vaguely to the little perches he has dangling from his doorways. “And there’s an opossum somewhere but she’s usually hiding under the back porch because she’s shy. But yeah, reptiles are just easier for some reason.” He shrugs again, lifting a finger to boop Elizabeth’s nose away from his neck. One was enough for him to never want to try reanimating a mammal skeleton again. They’re complicated little shits.
“What about a dinosaur?” Jonghyun asks. Taemin snorts.
“Yeah, let me go out and find a pet-sized dinosaur skeleton just lying around in the woods behind the house,” he says sarcastically. “That’ll be super easy.” Jonghyun huffs, rolling his eyes.
“There’s a paleontology museum in the city,” he says. Taemin opens his mouth to reply, then closes it. Hmm.
~
“Honestly, this isn’t going to work,” Taemin mumbles as they walk through the wide hallways of the museum. This seemed like a good idea on the way here, but now that they’re actually here, he’s realizing what a not great idea it was.
“Have you tried before?” Jonghyun asks, glancing at him over his shoulder. He glances at his little brochure map of the place after and leads Taemin down a right turn into the smaller dinosaur exhibit. Taemin rubs his nose awkwardly.
“I mean, no,” he says. “But it’s harder when they’re older,” he says. “And what if dinosaurs were actually birds and not reptiles?” he asks. Science is advancing towards the former and he’s not so good with skeletons of the aviary variety.
“You have some birds, you can do them,” Jonghyun shrugs. He pauses to smile at a little diorama of herbivores before continuing on to wherever it is that he’s going. “And if you can't do it then you can’t do it.” He throws Taemin another little smile over his shoulder. “At least you’ll have tried,” he says. “There’s nothing wrong with trying.”
Taemin doesn’t know how some peppy, soft-spoken college kid he took on as an apprentice two days ago wound up being the one to encourage away his insecurities, but he can’t say that he doesn’t like the little boost of confidence that gave him. He likes that Jonghyun believes in him.
Still, as Jonghyun comes to a stop in front of a display of a little group of dinosaur skeletons, Taemin is highly doubtful that this is going to work. They look small and manageable enough; the plaque in front of them labels them as--
“Com--cosm--compson--Cops--I’m too fucking dyslexic for this shit,” Jonghyun mutters as he squints at the label. Taemin muffles a snort at that blatant complaint and shakes his head.
“I don’t think I can pronounce that either, if it makes you feel better,” he says. “Just call them cosmos.”
“Aw, that’s cute,” Jonghyun grins. He wiggles his knees so the rest of him wiggles as well. “Little space dinos.” He reaches over gently to boop one’s nose. “Anyway,” he says, stepping back and looking at Taemin expectantly. “Go ahead,” he says. Taemin puffs up his lips, staring down at the little skeleton. She looks cute, yeah, around chicken sized with a long wiggly tail. He lifts his hands, but hesitates, biting his lip.
“Jonghyun, I really don’t think this is going to work,” he sighs. “These might not even be real fossils,” he says. “A lot of museums just use, like, plaster replicas.” And he’s not good with birds, and they’re really old, and bigger than what he’s used to, and he doesn’t want to look like a loser in front of his new apprentice before the first week has even finished passing, and and and. He pouts, clenching his hands back into little fists.
“Yeah, well,” Jonghyun shrugs. “If it doesn’t work then we’ll know that it’s a fake fossil. Either way we’ll learn something new,” he says, and that is just… such a fucking genuinely interested university scholar thing to say that Taemin has to laugh softly. He can’t say no to that. He won’t deny Jonghyun in his pursuit of knowledge.
“Fine, fine,” he grins. He lifts his hands again and hovers them carefully over the fossil that looks the cutest. “But only just to show you that it won’t work,” he adds.
“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun hums. He leans up against the wall next to the display, eagerly watching Taemin’s hands. Taemin shakes his head fondly before he really starts to focus. At least when this doesn’t work, the next time he does it on an actual forest lizard or whatever will be extra amazing to Jonghyun.
He takes a deep breath, fumbles in his jacket for his little pin to prick his finger with, winces at the sight of blood like usual, touches it gently to the fossil’s skull, closes his eyes, and starts whispering the spell he wrote and tweaked and perfected years ago.
Magic grows inside of him, warms him up, feels familiarly sticky all in his veins, and then, all at once, to his extreme alarm, it all flows out and directly into the fossil.
The skeleton twitches, wiggles, and opens its jaw wide in a silent yawn.
Taemin blinks down at it, fucking astounded.
“Shit,” he whispers.
“Oh my god,” Jonghyun says. “You did it, Taem, that’s great!” He’s smiling wide, beaming, as he looks down at the little skeleton in wonder, but Taemin just feels regret and anxiety filling him up where just a second ago there was magic.
“What the fuck,” he says loudly, taking a step back. The dinosaur cocks her head and takes a step towards him, tail swishing pleasantly behind her. “This is not great, what the fuck,” he tells Jonghyun. He’s realizing all very suddenly that this was an awful, awful, terrible idea. “This is illegal, fuck,” he says. Jonghyun’s smile falters; with one hand, he gently holds the fossil in place.
“Small animal necromancy is legal with a license,” he says slowly, like Taemin needs to be reminded of the law he’s known his whole life. Taemin huffs, clenching his hands back to his chest so he doesn’t accidentally fuck anything else up.
“I meant stealing,” he snaps. “Stealing a fucking fossil from a museum is illegal.” Fuck, they are so fucked. Jonghyun just frowns, cocking his head in confusion.
“Who said anything about stealing?” he asks. “We weren’t gonna take her. Just make her dead again.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal but Taemin groans, putting his face in his hands.
“I don’t know how to make her dead again, Jonghyun,” he says. Jonghyun’s eyes widen; he looks back and forth between Taemin and the fossil quickly. Then he looks around the rest of the exhibit for anyone else that Taemin fucking hopes isn’t around.
“What do you mean you don’t know how to make her dead again,” he hisses. He leans close to say it as quietly as possible, but it still sounds way too loud in the silence of the room. Taemin shrugs his shoulders wildly, looking back down at the skeleton with despair.
“I’m not a murderer, I don’t know,” he whines. “I could never make myself learn how to kill something a second time.” He could never kill something, even if it was already dead in the first place.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jonghyun whispers. “You play with the forbidden laws of the sacred cycle of life and death on a regular basis but putting an undead pet down is too hardcore for you?” he asks.
“This was your idea, oh my god,” Taemin whispers back. The dinosaur scoots closer to him and nips playfully at his fingers with her rough teeth. Taemin grimaces, but lets her. “What the fuck do we do now?” he hisses at Jonghyun.
~
Cosmo hops over the kitchen counters, lopsided on her one leg but still happy to be able to explore. She peeps out the window, noses at the fruit basket, clickety-clacks her way on top of the microwave.
Taemin sits at the table, staring at his hands and contemplating what he’s done.
“I don’t believe it,” he says quietly. “Two days as my apprentice and you’ve already turned me into a criminal.” He taps his fingertips together, twists his wrists to look at the backs of his hands. Hands of sin. That’s what they are. He should be in the slammer.
“Oh, stop being so dramatic,” Jonghyun says. He walks to the microwave, picks Cosmo up, and cradles her in his arm, careful of the gaps in her tail where the museum put fake plaster bones to replace missing ones. “You’ve been a criminal for almost a decade,” he says. “Animal necromancy has only been legal for, like, two years.”
“PICKING--” Taemin starts loudly, looking up to throw Jonghyun a sharp glare. He cuts himself off and huffs lightly. He hates being loud. He shakes his head, then tries again, quieter this time. “Picking up a dead lizard off of the ground in the forest is different from smuggling a fucking ancient fossil out of a museum,” he says steadily. Very different. Extremely different. No one ever even came to visit him much before, when he just moved here out in the middle of the forest and was experimenting with his first little lizard skeleton friends. Now it’s common knowledge that there’s a recluse necromancer living in the woods and the missing skeleton will be all over the papers tomorrow, probably. He’s amazed that the police haven’t kicked down his door yet.
“Yeah, well,” Jonghyun mutters. He’s scritching the top of Cosmo’s skull gently as he speaks. “At least we learned you could do it,” he shrugs. Taemin sighs loudly, slouching back in his chair and staring at the ceiling. Fucking fuck.
“You are not writing about this in any of your essays,” he says. When he looks at Jonghyun again, his mouth is open, eyebrows furrowed in angry disbelief, but Taemin shakes his head. “I am not being arrested just so you can write about your little dinosaur bff,” he says. Jonghyun puffs all up and looks like he’s going to argue, but then sighs and deflates to lean against the wall.
“Fine,” he grumbles. Cosmo nuzzles his head, rubbing up against his cheek and mussing around his hair. Her long tail coils around his forearm and hand, the tip ending up in his palm so he can hold it. Despite his low mood Taemin finds himself smiling at the image.
“At least she’s cute,” he says.
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yeolkisses · 7 years ago
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Get To Know Me Tag
tagged by @heonseoks & Lainey on @looking-for-my-seoulmate, thanks guys <333
Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 10 people.
THE LAST:
1. Drink: watermelon lemonade 2. Phone call: erm...my grandma, I think 3. Text message: from Morgan, my cousin/friend: “never mind everything is fine now” which was inaccurate because that was at 12:45 and I stayed up until fucking 5 a.m. that night 4. Song you listened to: I’m listening to Making Christmas rn from The Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack, that counts for “last”, right? 5. Time you cried: like an hour ago because I’m a weak fluffball
HAVE YOU:
6. Dated someone twice: never dated before, my dude 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: never kissed 8. Been cheated on: nopeeeee 9. Lost someone special: yeah 10. Been depressed: no. I’m a ball of emotions so I usually roll on to another emotion before things get too serious 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope. goodness gracious I’m boring af
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:
12-14: blue, purple, light gray
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
15. Made new friends: mmhmm 16. Fallen out of love: I didn’t count it as love. 17. Laughed until you cried: yep 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah 19. Met someone who changed you: not technically met them but yeah quite a few people have changed me. I’m like clay, easily changed 20. Found out who your friends are: YES. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: never been kissed so no
GENERAL:
22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all because they’re only peeps from my family. I only had a Facebook when I was younger for the games so I don’t really use it now 23. Do you have any pets: a dumb chocolate lab named Charlie, a potbelly pig named Daisy, a squadron of chickens... 24. Do you want to change your name: not really?? Idk what I’ll do when I get married though, it only goes with so many things 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went to Skywalk with a couple friends then chilled at my house with them (they made me watch Titanic and I almost threw myself off the deck) 26. What time did you wake up: 8:30ish, my dad knocked on my door and told me breakfast was ready 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: talking with Lainey about who knows what...I’m amazing I stayed awake though because I was running on 4 hours of sleep and proceeded to stay awake for another hour 28. Name something you can’t wait for: finding the love of my life  my birthday MY BABIES COMEBACK (my priorities are questionable...) 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: half an hour ago? I’m cooped up in my room and I think she’s sleeping on the couch 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: one thing?? uhhh...myself. Because that way I can change multiple things about myself (organization skills, procrastination issues, etc.) but still be changing one thing: ME. 31. What are you listening right now: Lose It by Oh Wonder and fuck now I need to write a song fic god I’m cringey 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: does Tommy count? He’s a ginger kid I’ve known since preschool 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my procrastination mosquito bites 34. Most visited Website: tumblr probably.
LOST QUESTIONS.
35. Mole/s: I think there’s one on my back idk 36. Mark/s: I have several birthmarks and little freckle things 37. Childhood dream: to be a doctor 38. Hair Color: blackish to dark brown with blue highlights in the front (subject to change) 39. Long or short hair: long. It was longer a month ago, before it was trimmed... -_- 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Chanyeol Luhan 40+ celebrities not currently although I know a cute guy who I may like, eventually 41. What do you like about yourself: my height? 42. Piercings: 2 (one on each ear) 43. Bloodtype: IDK...I’m lame 44. Nickname: mermaid/Ari/Goose 45. Relationship status: happily?? single. or married to a plant. LONELY. 46. Zodiac: leo 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: The TV is dominated by my brother so I don’t watch much but I like Chopped, Food Network Star, We Bare Bears, The Voice, Dance Moms... 49. Tattoos: no thank you 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: never 52. Hair dyed in different color: blue highlights 53. Sport: the closest I’ve come to a sport is karate 55. Vacation:  I want to visit a lotttt of places (realistically I never will but dreams are nice) 56. Pair of trainers: ...?
MORE GENERAL:
57. Eating Currently: nothing 58. Drinking currently: watermelon lemonade 59. I’m about to: answer the next question 61. Waiting for: a lot of things. 62. Want: a lot of things (I’m needy okay) 63. Get married: I’d like to, someday. Once I find someone who’s not a total douche bag who miraculously likes me 64. Career: I’m leaning towards neurosurgeon, but definitely in the medical field
WHICH IS BETTER
65. Hugs or kisses: never experienced a kiss so :D 66. Lips or eyes: eyes are pretty but they creep me the fuck out so lips I guess 
67. Shorter or taller: taller, pleaseee. I hate towering over people and need someone to tower over me (even a couple inches is good)
68. Older or younger: older
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t particularly care?? Depends on the meaning of nice...healthy, please. I don’t want just a skeleton. Although someone who can carry my fatness would be nice.
71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitively loud
72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I dunno.
HAVE YOU EVER:
74. Kissed a stranger: lmao what’s a kiss
75. Drank hard liquor: nopeee I’m clean
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: sunglasses, yeah.
77. Turned someone down: lolllll nope mate. Please push someone nice and handsome in my direction.
78. Sex in the first date: what’s a date. Also I’m young so no thanks. I’d like to keep up my image as the perfect picture of youth and innocence
79. Broken someone’s heart: how about no. at least not to my knowledge.
80. Had your heart broken: I have no heart. I wouldn’t say so, no.
81. Been arrested: Shhhhh... no.
82. Cried when someone died: Yeah
83. Fallen for a friend: hahahahahhahahaha....yeah I did, once. ;-; RIP.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
84. Yourself: not always
85. Miracles: Yep
86. Love at first sight: Love has more factors to it than just superficial stuff, so no
87. Santa Claus: when i was a young warthog child
88. Kiss in the first date: I mean...you can kiss my hand? That’d be okay, I guess. Cheek kiss? Possibly. Idk, a lot of this depends on the person. but no lips please and thank you good night
89. Angels: mmhmm
OTHER:
90. Current best friends’ names: Sarah, Renee, Morgan, Lainey
91. Eyecolor: blackkkkkk very dark brown
92. Favorite movie: I can’t choose? Princess Bride is always great.
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