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ryuichirou · 1 month

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A lot of replies today! About recent drawings/posts and about some other stuff as well.

Anonymous asked:

You should check your inbox for nebulacollege, I sent a gift 😘

Sorry for the late reply, Anon! As Katsu already said, we didn’t really have an opportunity to reply properly before, but we saw your gift right away. It’s so wonderful, and we are so grateful!!

Nebula technically had its first birthday recently, so your timing is kind of perfect. It’s insane to think that not so long ago I struggled to come up with a way to draw Edmund that would fit the vibe Katsu is going for, and now we’re seeing your amazing fanart of him. It looks so good, both the idea and the drawing itself.

Thank you so much, once again.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

I had this dream this morning that you and Kat joined the Trolls and the Bee Movie fandom, so there was art of a bee and a human getting it on and trolls

I woke up in a cold sweat if you couldn't tell btw

Honestly I would say that this is a hilarious dream and that you shouldn’t worry about it, but it sounds like something we would 100% do. I am now kind of terrified that we’ll watch the Bee Movie and start shipping a bee and a human but unironically.

But I shouldn’t be worried either, I don’t see that happening anytime soon. We did however rewatch some episodes of Angry Beavers and are currently kind of into Norbert/Daggett ……………..

Anyways! Thank you for dreaming about it?? 😭💕

Anonymous asked:

THANK YOU FOR THE TREYVIL! Oh gosh that was so good! Vil's look towards Trey~ very lovely! Proud of "Normal Guy™" Trey managing to get a Supermodel like Vil. 💚

HEHE YOU’RE WELCOME! I’m glad you like it, thank you!

I’ll be honest, I didn’t fully get Trey’s popularity at first, but for some reason I kind of get it now. The juxtaposition of the "Normal Guy™" and gorgeous supermodel Vil who isn’t desperate, but still openly flirty with him, it’s kind of…. Very nice.

Anonymous asked:

That look Vil gave…..GOD. Probably best not to say what’s going through my head.

It’s okay, Anon, I feel you…. wink

I’m glad I managed to draw it in a way that makes you ~feel~ things hehe.

Anonymous asked:

Hey vil, what else can those beautiful legs do? What time do they open? 🥵🥵

I think Vil can easily do an entire clock hands rotation with his legs… Vil being stupidly flexible is my agenda and I will keep repeating it. He is going to put his legs behind his head if he needs to.

thestarlightfae asked:

Wait, now I want to try that. Not in a sexual way (aroace), but in an am-I-flexible-enough way.

I believe in you! I know you can do it! <3

Anonymous asked:

What kind of porn would Rollo, Fellow and Gidel watch?

(related to this post), maybe I’ll edit the post and add those there…

Rollo doesn’t watch porn, come on now. The only type of smut he experiences is the kind that his own mind plays in his head when he sleeps. And Rollo really wishes he could turn it off! But he can’t, so for now he’s just having weird wet dreams about faceless men in red cloaks judging him….

Fellow doesn’t really care about porn all that much because his life is already so full of sex, but he doesn’t necessarily have access to a lot of porn either. He used to flip through magazines with some hunks on them, but hasn’t done it in quite a while.

Gidel, however, loves his dirty magazines! I’ve said it in some other hc post: a magazine with beast-ladies in tiny bikinies is an ultimate gift for him. He steals those from shops, he takes the ones that are randomly abandoned at gas stations. Whenever they are lucky enough to stay at a motel with a tv, the first thing Gidel does is turning on the TV to see if there are porn channels available for free. He doesn’t even do anything while watching it, he’s just fascinated by smut. I guess it’s a phase… or is it?

Anonymous asked:

IS Idia a masochist?

He IS…. And he isn’t. I guess to a degree.

Idia feels like someone who would be genuinely uncomfortable and even whiny when it comes to physical pain and discomfort, but at the same time… there are some kinds of pain and discomfort that he would find weirdly pleasing and tickling. Starting with something not so drastic, like hair pulling and butt smacking. I think he has potential to blossom as a gorgeous masochist. I think he is highly trainable. 🤔

He also strikes me as someone who craves for a punishment somewhere deep down, so it’s also a big factor.

Anonymous asked:

Lilia making Silver watch porn with him is super hot actually?? Especially when Silver is so shy about it and doesn't really enjoy watching it that much, still being pressured to keep watching with him omg

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Hehehe thank you Anon!! I thought so too, as you can see lol

Silver doesn’t feel awkward all that often, especially with Lilia, but that time really felt weird… a good kind of weird. 😳

Anonymous asked:

I regret to inform you, it's highly likely that antis are that dumb.

Saw a hot take that was "it's wrong to sexualize the TWST minors even if you're their age!!!"

Oh no, puberty makes some high schoolers horny, who'd have thought. A 17 y.o. not being the same as a 7 y.o. is a novel thought to them; they'd have never lasted in my hs.

And a non anti one, but evidence that some people aren't too bright: the amount of people saying Ace is an irredeemable monster, a sociopath who wouldn't care if You died, a fuckboy who'll never have a serious relationship, ect. because he's slightly mean and committed the unforgivable crime of ghosting his ex-gf in middle school.

And the amount of people wishing harm or death on proshippers just for that, I have to believe, for my own piece of mind, that they're not fully aware of what they're saying cause otherwise it's a scary thought.

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Yeah, unfortunately that’s not surprising. When people do nothing but try to find ways to police other people’s enjoyment of certain characters + marinate in these ideas all the time, their takes become almost alarming. They’re obsessed with numbers (fictional that have zero relevance to real life) and the idea of purity, it always boils down to sex = bad. And “sex = bad” is a very useful thing to both gatekeep characters (“you can’t sexualize them, I can”) and trying to assert authority on a group of people that has nothing to do with you.

The Ace take is hilarious. Imaging judging someone for ghosting a person when they were like 14-15, especially when it’s just one fictional guy. I also find it funny that technically one could read it as “Ace realised that he is not into girls and dipped; it’s not right for him to hurt her feelings, and this reaction from Ace is pretty normal for a guy who is figuring shit out”. But instead of this or any other kind of more nuanced reading they went with “Ace is a monster”. Ace is a teenager, and a well-written one at that, it just happens that the majority of teenagers are either nasty fuckers or socially awkward maximalists, or both.

Anonymous asked:

Ace’s method of flirting reminds me of the song Nice Guys by nigahiga

(referring to this post)

«And if you ever get cold, you'll just have to hack it, 'Cause I'd be cold too if I gave you my jacket» is the most Ace Trappola line in the world….

Anonymous asked:

I thought this was funny but idk if you'll think so. Just this week I started a side blog for venting/discourse because I loved writing essays in school and I gotta put my English degree to use somehow right. I only have two posts, one of which is about TWST antis.

I already got some anonymous troll telling me I'm a loser and they hope I know it.

I have made it y'all!! My sideblog's so young but I've already got the discourse blog badge of honor!! (Also the submission is a few days old and I only noticed now whoops I feel kinda bad for them. Definitely didn't react the way they were hoping I would)

lol congrats Anon!! It really is like a badge of honour and a seal of quality at the same time. I’m pretty sure you’ll get more of those as you continue posting, so please take care of yourself and block annoying people, including Anons!

I’m glad you’re enjoying your new side blog though. Writing essays is fun, especially when it’s about something that you care about because, well, you’re a part of the situation…

Anonymous asked:

🐩 anon back with news that they made the terrible mistake of giving me TWO character slots because they wanted a bit more flavour to our current cast before we continue in another two weeks.

I came to offer you an unholy Deacon with god complex. He is about to make Rollo disintegrate by just walking into the same room as him. He got some Sebastian and Malleus vibes all in one, it's terrible for everyone else really.

The fact I gotta draw the design is what gets me, because how does one do that justice? The smugness? The charm? I'm tempted to do a design influenced by Frankenstein in Noblesse and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy. Maybe some Undertaker because who doesn't like long haired men, yk?

This sounds awesome, Anon, I think this is the perfect type of character to throw at Rollo to make him deal with him lol Whatever you end up with, I’m sure it’ll look great! What you’ve listed sounds like a great ingredient list for a very fun character.

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miraculouswolf99 · 4 years

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Field Trip To Greece

My own take on the Field Trip salt stories that usually are crossovers with Batman and have Damienette. But this is my version with them going to Greece and involves my OCs Lyon and Vallia Garden.

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“Mari, Mari, MARI,” Adrien basically yelled into his friend’s ear.

Marinette woke up with a jolt in her bus seat.

“What,” she groaned, never being much of a morning person.

“We’re almost at the sanctuary, so I figured to wake you up,” Adrien smiled at his friend.

“Thanks and curse how fast this bus is,” Marinette said.

“And curse Hawkmoth for late night akumas,” Adrien suggested.

“That to,” Marinette agreed. “Even in Greece, he still finds a way to annoy us in Paris.”

“Well, you brought the horse miraculous for a reason,” Adrien said.

“How are you not tired,” Marinette questioned him.

“I’ve always been a morning person,” Adrien shrugged. “Blame my father for a lot of early morning photoshoots.”

“I’d slap your father if it did not mean risking my future as a fashion designer in the process,” Marinette says.

After revealing themselves to each other after Miracle Queen, the two had developed a more brother-sister relationship. They both thought that it would be better for them to know each other after having all their allies exposed to Hawkmoth and Mayura. They joked around, teased each other, and also always had each others backs.

Having each other’s backs certainly helped them when Lila’s lies got worse. After Chloe had willingly helped Hawkmoth, she had been sent to a private reformatory school in Sweden. Lila took the opportunity to tell more of her lies, saying that she had been telling her “best friend” Ladybug to keep the Bee miraculous away from Chloe for months. And just like everything else Lila ever said, their class ate it up like it was their last meal.

Adrien had joined Marinette almost immediately after he made his “deal with the devil” in order to get her back into school. He threw himself off the “high road” the moment that Marinette told him that Lila threatened her. But even with him backing up Marinette every time she caught inconsistencies in Lila’s tales, there were still few that actually believed them. Some even went as far as scolding Marinette for her “brainwashing Adrien” into thinking that Lila was a liar.

Kim, Juleka, and Nathaniel were the only ones that stayed loyal to their friends. Especially since Marinette had done so much for them in the past. Like curing Juleka of her photo curse, helping Nathaniel get together with Marc, and Kim had been her friend since they were in diapers. With their group was also Kagami, Luka, Marc, Aurore, and Mireille. The rest of Bustier’s class was pretty much made up of Lila’s attack dogs.

What annoyed Adrien the most was how his so-called best friend. Nino may be siding with his girlfriend, Alya being Lila’s biggest supporter/attack dog, but that also meant he was part of the problem. He certainly never helped Adrien when Lila would constantly hold onto his arm no matter how many times he told her to let go. It was driving Adrien crazy and he was very close to taking Plagg up on his offer to Cataclysm the liar.

“I bet the garden is going to be beautiful,” Juleka says, her seat next to the two heroes.

She was sitting next to Nathaniel while Kim was in the seat in front of Adrien and Marinette. They were all in the seats at the back of the bus.

“I heard that the Garden Family Sanctuary is ranked as an unofficial wonder of the world,” Nathaniel said.

“Anyone else find it odd that a nature sanctuary is run by a family with Garden as their last name,” Kim asked.

“I think this is one of those ‘don’t think about it too much’ times,” Marinette shrugged.

“I haven’t been here in years,” Adrien was glad to be back.

“You’ve been here before,” Juleka asked.

“There was a charity fashion show here about a year before my mother disappeared,” Adrien explained. “I was here with my parents for it.”

“Did you meet any of the animals here,” Kim looked excited. “I heard that they let any animals here roam free even when they have events or tours here.”

“The animals do roam around the sanctuary as they wish,” Adrien says. “But the Garden family and all their employees work hard to tame all their animals privately to make sure that even the predators do not harm anyone. They spend months to years taming them before releasing them into the main part of the sanctuary.”

“It really sounds like an amazing place,” Marinette said.

“I can’t wait to draw some of the animals,” Nathaniel already had out his sketchpad. “Marc requested I draw him the most amazing animal that I see. No pressure. Haha.”

Juleka patted his shoulder, but her obviously hiding her laughter made her attempt to comfort him fail.

But, as usual, their good moods had to be ruined by the Italian that never seemed to go five minutes without hearing the sound of her own voice. And, also as usual, she was spouting her nonsense. They were very close to throwing her out the back of the bus if she did not stop talking.

“Of course I know the Garden family,” Lila brags, lying through her teeth. “They are basically family to me.”

“Here we go again,” the five friends groaned.

“The mother and her two daughters mostly handle the plants,” Lila continues. “The father and their son handle the animals. It’s only natural since they are the only ones that can stomach having to put down the more dangerous animals.”

“Tell us more, Lila,” Alya was recording the entire time.

Adrien growled. “There has never been a case of an animal being put down at the sanctuary. The closest that comes to that is when an animal gets sick and there is nothing they can do to help it.”

“They have to put it out of its misery, don’t they,” Marinette asked.

Adrien nodded. “The youngest two Gardens speak fluent French, so I was able to spend some time with kids my own age during the fashion show. They told me that while it breaks their hearts, it is better than letting the animal suffer.”

“I can see where they come from for that,” Juleka says. “They love, take care of, and train all the animals. So it’s only natural that they form a bond with them.”

“I know I am not the brightest person in class, but how can they believe such crap,” Kim shook his head. “Whenever anyone even slightly mentions someone famous, she instantly says she is either best friends with them or somehow related to them. It’s impossible.”

“Tell that to the sheep that follow her around like she’s god’s gift to the world,” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Makes you wonder if we really are the only ones in class with braincells,” Nathaniel, of all people, said.

The bus doors opened as it came to a full stop at the sanctuary. Bustier was the first out and the class followed her. They all first went into the sanctuary. And even from what little they could see from where they were, it already was one of the most beautiful places any of them have ever seen.

Trees, flowers, and even fruit and vegetable plants were growing as far as their eyes could see. The entire sanctuary also seemed to be covered by a glass dome, making an environment similar to a greenhouse. It made sense since there were probably plants in certain areas that needed to be grown in certain temperatures.

But today the dome’s windows were open, letting in the natural light of the sun, even if it looked like squares on the ground because of the dome’s window linings.

As Bustier lead them to a stop, two teen their age approached the group. Adrien recognized his two penpals. The ones he met in Greece when he was there for the fashion show. Lyon and Vallia Garden.

Vallia was quite beautiful and had a grace and elegance to her style. She had long blond hair braided with roses and butterflies and had pink streaks. Her eyes were a stunning silver that you could see, if you were close enough, had specks of blue in them. Her style was a red, pink, and purple dawn colored dress with gold flats. On her wrists were diamond rose cuff bracelets, a butterfly on the one on her right wrist.

Lyon gave off a very icy exterior that also screamed honor and loyalty that only a knight would have. A tall boy with hair that was black with streaks of white and blue in it, coming to the length of Adrien's. His eyes were the opposite of the girl's, blue with silver specks. His outfit of choice was a sky blue t-shirt under a white jean vest, matching the blue pants with white boots. On his hands were white fingerless gloves. Around his neck was a sword and shield pendant as well as a white cloak only going down to his knees.

They all also saw that the two did have crystal medallions on their foreheads. Vallia’s was a rose quartz butterfly and Lyon’s was a sapphire wolf.

“Your pen pals are hot, Adrien,” Marinette smirked as she saw her honorary brother staring at Lyon.

“Shut up,” Adrien grumbled, making Marinette giggle.

Bustier turns to the class. “These two are going to be our guides through the sanctuary. Please show them the proper amount of respect since they are the ones that work here.”

Lyon and Vallia gave the teacher the side-eye. While they technically did work there, their family owned the sanctuary and it was like Bustier had completely forgot about that and thought that they were just employees of the sanctuary.

“Shouldn’t we be guided by adults,” Mylene asked, trying not to sound offensive to the two teens.

“We’re your tour guides because we are the only ones here fluent in French,” Lyon told the class, his French flawless.

Adrien hid that he was chuckling behind his hand. He knew the twins were fluent, but the looks on his classmate’s faces when Lyon spoke in French was just so funny.

“Before we begin, let us introduce ourselves,” Vallia said, also switching to French. “My name is Vallia and this is my twin brother, Lyon.”

“Please also take note of a few rules of the sanctuary,” Lyon says. “While the animals here have been tamed, do not touch or interact with them without permission. Certain movements or actions could cause them to badly react. They are all also on specific diets, so do not feed them unless we give you food to give them.”

“The plants should also all remain untouched,” Vallia added. “There are certain plants here that are not native to the area and survive here only because we created the right environments for them. Especially the ghost orchid. There are barely even 2000 ghost orchid plants left in the world and they need to remain here so that they do not go extinct.”

Most of the class nodded, understanding the rules. Lila hid how annoyed she was at not being able to take whatever beautiful plant she wants or touch any cute animal that she sees.

The tour than began, the class following the twins deeper into the sanctuary. Already they were starting to see a ton of the animals that lived there. There were some animals of Greek origins. Such as brown bears, red deer, lynxes, rock lizards, weasels, and wild boar. There were also more international animals. Like white-tailed deer from North America, jaguars from South America, pandas from China, African panthers and lions, Indian tigers, horses from Canada, even komodo dragons from Indonesia. And that was just the beginning.

“The Garden Family Sanctuary was founded almost a hundred years ago by siblings Apollo and Persephone Garden,” Lyon says. “Having been named after the god of the healing and the goddess of flowers, they had always loved helping nature and animals.”

“They started out with an animal shelter that took in any and all animals,” Vallia continued for her brother. “They had a very clear rule about being a no-kill shelter. The more popular they became, the more room they needed. And since they already came from a rich family, they bought more land. And over the years, it grew into the sanctuary you see today.”

“With the amount of animals and plants coming, there has been chat about buying land on another island to expand the sanctuary,” Lyon said. “Which means more area to protect from smugglers and poachers.”

“Your French is very good,” Marinette compliments them.

“Thank you, we’ve had years of practice,” Vallia says.

“It helped when we hosted a few French fashion designers here a few years ago for a charity fashion show,” Lyon said.

Adrien caught the smirk that Lyon sent his way. It made the blond blush.

The group continued walking through the sanctuary. A few of the animals curiously looked at the group, but chose not to get near them. There were a few did cuddle up to the twins, who happily petted them before sending them away with a treat in their mouth.

But even as the twins tried to talk about the sanctuary, Lila was still telling her lies as the classmates not under her spell surrounded her. They listened to her more than they did their actual tour guides.

“Yeah, poachers and smugglers try to get in all the time,” she was saying. “The first time I was here, I saw one and tried to tell the employees and they didn’t believe me. They certainly did after I single-handedly stopped him from taking a rare blue tiger.”

“That is so cool, Lila,” Rose unknowingly encouraged more lying.

“They should make you a partner here if you caught a poacher that they did not even know was there,” Alya said.

“They wanted to, but my mother said I was too young to be part of a business,” Lila says.

Adrien saw the twins look at each other as they hear what is being said. He knew that while the two were mostly quiet around those they do not know, other than when they gave tours, they would definitely not take liars sitting down. They were extremely protective of their family, which was why Lyon practiced archery while Vallia is an expert with the bo-staff.

“The Garden family would never offer someone outside of the family a part of the sanctuary,” Lyon stated, making the class look at him.

“We would appreciate you not tell such tall tales about such a charitable family,” Vallia crossed her arms. “They are well-respected by all of Greece and do not deserve to have such lies told about them.”

The class looked very insulted at the accusation of Lila being a liar, which happened whenever anyone said that. It happened more than you think since Bustier’s class was the only one in the entire school that actually believed her. Everyone else knew that Lila was nothing but a liar.

“Something tells me that things are about to get interesting,” Juleka whispered to the rest of their group.

“You’re the one that knows them, Adrien,” Marinette says. “What do you think they’ll do?”

“I’ve been in contact with them for years,” Adrien said. “And from all I know about them, it’s a slight miracle that Lyon hasn’t already threatened to shoot her with an arrow.”

“Does he do that often,” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow.

“Only to those that really anger him, really annoy him, or threaten his family,” Adrien said. “But that last part also includes the sanctuary and all of the animals kept here.”

“Guess we should be thankful that he doesn’t have them on him right now,” Kim says. “Even if he could get rid of our liar problem with a single shot.”

“Lyon was actually scouted by the coach of the Greek Olympian archery team,” Adrien tells them. “But Lyon doesn’t like competition. He says that they are nothing but barbaric events meant to to do nothing but enlarge egos and decrease braincells.”

“Can are class even lose what they don’t have,” Marinette smirked.

All of them laughed at her joke. When Marinette got sassy and sarcastic, it was hilarious. She could sass-talk like nobody’s business.

“Haw dare you,” Lila put a hand over her heart and then started up the crocodile tears again. “How could you be so mean to me?”

That was when her sheep glared at the twins.

“Lila is not a liar,” Alya was her main supporter as usual. “You’re nothing but simple employees. I bet you do not even know the Garden family. Lila, on the other hand, is basically an honorary member of their family.”

Both twins crossed their arms this time, staring down the class.

“Let us fully introduce ourselves,” Lyon narrowed his eyes at them. “My name is Lyon Garden and this is my twin sister, Vallia Garden. Our family owns this sanctuary and neither of us nor the rest of their family have ever met this girl.”

Adrien was seriously smirking at this point. He had seen this coming and was very glad that it had finally was. Especially since Lila did not even get the number of family members right. There were two Garden parents, but the children were another story. Lyon and Vallia were the youngest of the family, but Vallia was the only girl and they had two older brothers.

“You’re probably just lying to make Lila look bad because you’re jealous,” Alix glared at the twins. “She’s connected to the Gardens while you are not.”

“Don’t believe us, we don’t care, but we do have a friend in your class that knows who we are,” Vallia giggled. “Isn’t that right, Adrien?”

The sheep looked at the model. He only smirked as he joined Lyon and Vallia’s side.

“You two certainly know how to make an impression,” Adrien tells them, chuckling.

“If we really wanted to make an impression, I would have started at my favorite wolf den,” Lyon snickered. “But I would have been too tempted to order my wolves to eat them.”

Adrien laughed at the looks of horror on his classmates’ faces.

“If you guys haven’t figured it out, it was my family that the twins were talking about before,” Adrien says. “We were the ones that came here for the charity fashion show. It was great to meet the two youngest members of the Garden family.”

“So these are the sheep that follow that liar like lost puppies,” Vallia looked at Adrien. “The liar that doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer?”

“Got it in one, Vallia,” Adrien says. “And she’s been telling lies about your family since this field trip started. She even said that your family was three girls and two boys.”

The twins rolled their eyes.

“Wow,” Lyon shook his head. “Vallia might wish she had a sister, it’s just us and our two older brothers with our parents.”

Vallia playfully slapped her brother’s shoulder.

While Adrien took his two friends over to the rest of his group to introduce them, the rest of the class finally seemed to get that Lila did indeed lie to them. They turned on her like lions on an antelope and started yelling at her for lying to them.

The twins made mental notes to contact their parents about needing to sue a girl for slander and defamation.

#ml salt #alya salt #lila salt #Lila exposed #original character #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom

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facets-and-rainbows · 4 years

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Blue Exorcist 10th anniversary book Q&A session

The 10th anniversary book has a section where Katoh answers 100 questions submitted by fans on Twitter, so here they are translated/paraphrased! May contain manga spoilers up to the recent flashback arc, so be warned.

(Note that I’m playing it very fast and loose here because there are A HUNDRED OF THEM, so not exact wordings, but it should capture the gist. Lemme know if there are any you want elaborated on)

1. Katoh likes the feel of traditional drawing more than digital but is impressed with how far digital has come

2. Meph THOROUGHLY ABUSES spacetime to watch all his shows and ensure that he gets all the merch he wants

3. Did the girls take all of Yukio’s school uniform buttons in middle school? Yes, they did (apparently it’s like A Thing for girls to ask for a button from their crush at middle school graduation, based on some sad movie from the 60s where a guy who got drafted as a kamikaze pilot gave a girl one of his uniform buttons to remember him by)

4. Rin's tail is about a meter long

5. There are tons of servants working at Mephisto's mansion. Belial is in charge of them

6. Katoh borrows from all sorts of neat real locations when making settings

7. Katoh identifies with pretty much all the characters the most! Except Lucifer.

8. Demon designs she's proud of include the impure king and hachirou, pretty much anything that was the main one in an arc

9. Katoh lists a bunch of her favorite musical artists/music she’s listening to recently: King Gnu, Official Hige Dandism, Kenshi Yonezu, BAD HOP, Sakanaction, Keyakizaka 46, Hypnosis Mic, Aimer, B’Z, Queen Bee.

10. Awww the rabbit manga that characters are often reading isn't just Robo to Usakichi, it's an even older one that she drew as a little kid

11. She likes industrial style interior designs

12. Rin and Yukio alternated who got the top bunk growing up, because they couldn't agree on it lol

13. Katoh cares a whole lot about panel layouts and speech bubble positions, might even be her favorite part of the process (it shows!)

4. Katoh does NOT have a mashou, lol

15. Rin has probably been practicing in secret so he can learn to carry stuff with his tail

16. Izumo probably got into shojo manga around 1st grade, her mom had some around the house

17. Specialty dishes: Rin - lots of stuff but especially nabe Yuri - stuff you can throw together quickly Shiro - stuff he learned from Yuri and/or cookbooks, alongside teaching Rin Yukio - Does. Not. Cook.

18. Can't pick a favorite place she's been on research, but there's no place like Japan

19. Kinzou's band isn't currently meeting because demons, but he's probably still thinking of new songs

20. Hardest characters to draw: anyone with detailed flowing hair. Hardest to write for: Lightning and Gedouin. She had to go read books about serial killers specifically for material for Gedouin, lol

21. Suguro actually gets a dorm room to himself, though allegedly Yukio is technically assigned as his roommate, lol. Didn't end up that way what with Yukio being a teacher and also Rin’s whole...situation

22. Shiemi makes some of her own hair accessories! Cute

23. Katoh doesn't mind if you include stuff with fan letters but check with the editor first

24. Time for making each chapter: Planning/storyboarding: 1-5 days. Sketching: 3-5 days. Drawing/inking: the rest. Just...the rest of the time

25. Neither Suguro nor Izumo have dated before and neither is currently dating. But that's probably just because things were hectic for them! It could happen

26. Yukio breaks 5 or 6 pairs of glasses a year, someone get this kid a strap or something

27. How many spare glasses does Yukio have? Check the fanbook lol it's in there (dang it Katoh)

28. The demon she wants us to pay the most attention to is Lucifer. Because plot.

29. What's under the Order's big meeting table? It's a BOTTOMLESS PIT and if you fall in it you DIE that's what makes it COOL (laughs)

30. What are the job requirements for the angelic legion? Literally just Arthur liking you and inviting you to join

31. She WANTS to do more character profiles but just hasn't gotten to it

32. Rin's tail feels like a cat tail, texture wise

33. The "red Assiah fire" is literally just actual fire nothing special

34. Rin's current hair color is light blue fading to white at the ends

35. Thoughts on Rin's growth: she likes that he stays positive in awful situations and she also thinks it's very main character of him to face the past instead of avoiding it

36. Mephisto didn't purposely surround Rin with stuffed animals when he woke up after going crispy. Mephisto's bed is just Like That

37. Kurikara was based on a cool sword she found in a sword book, but that one was technically just a ceremonial sword. The symbol on it us a Sanskrit letter kaan (sp?) associated with Fudou Myouou

38. Kuro can communicate with normal cats and hangs out with them often

39. Sometimes Shiemi's skirt is extra fancy around the hem what's up with that? Apparently it's an optional accessory that comes with the skirts help I haven't noticed this and don't know any fashion terms in any language

40. When coloring, Katoh always tries to have an overall theme in mind ("emphasis on blue" etc) so it comes together in the end

41. Yes the twins are genetically related to Shiro because of Goro (she says they're like his nephews but I say GENETICALLY at least they'd be indistinguishable from his children)

42. Strongest mom of all the strong moms around here? Yuri! Did you SEE her give birth??

43. Are you careful about your own health Katoh-sensei? Not particularly! Her mom has had to bring her food at work sometimes! Don't do this at home kids

44. At the dating events Shura goes to, does she drink cocktails in moderation? Yeah, she probably downplays her normal drinking habits at these things. But normally she's down for just about any kind of drink

45. Lucifer just really likes oysters okay

46. How many pages of manga does Katoh draw in a day? If she's being good about self-care: three. Maximum number ever: TEN

47. Mephisto is one of those folks who can eat like a garbage compactor and never gain weight. Possibly because his body resists that sort of change the same way it resists aging etc

48. First food Rin cooked: fish burger type patty. Yukio's favorite things Rin cooks: fish simmered in soy sauce, yellowtail with daikon radish. It's fish all the way down

49: Did Rin ever get more monthly allowance from Mephisto? It doubled! He gets TWO 2000 yen bills now (rip) [T/N: That's uh, that's USD $37.26 a month or 33.10 euro]

50. Why isn't Rin more popular with the girls? He gets nervous talking to them, plus he's too oblivious to notice even if he DID have some fans

51. Why change Suguro's hair? She gets bored with keeping everything the same, and she wanted a visual representation that he was getting serious and going into kind of a training arc

52. Things Katoh pays extra attention to when drawing: trying to capture the feel of whatever she's drawing (like "that looks warm and soft" or "I bet that guy stinks" cough Lightning cough)

53: Does Rin take after Yuri more? (He's got her eyes!) Katoh tried to draw Yuri so she looks like both twins. Personality, too - Yukio has her smarts and Rin has her optimism

54: Do you ever wanna be like Mephisto? Well she'd like to be able to get away with just ANYTHING EVER, but no, let's not be like Mephisto

55. Konekomaru not only carries around a cat toy in case he meets any cats, he MAKES cat toys to carry around based on what he thinks the cats would like

56. How'd you come up with Shima? Go read the fan book!

57. Do the kids have Twitter/Instagram accounts? Rin - probably not. Konekomaru might be on some social media. Paku and Izumo are totally on instagram

58. Is there something Rin makes that you wish you could try? All of it! That's the whole idea! He's good at cooking!

59. Will we ever have a (G-rated) reveal of what ALL of Mamushi and her family's tattoos look like? Maybe! She'll think about it

60. Does Arthur have a repertoire of different hairstyles? Not really, he just puts some of it up on the top. Heck he might even have people to do that for him

61. If you wrote a shojo manga what would it be about? She'd have to do a lot of research before even coming up with a story, since there are so many style differences between the genres aside from just the subject

62. The other two of Mephisto's top 3 favorite foods: Cup ramen and....f-fried bubblegum?? Is that a THING???

63. Where do you start when drawing a character? Usually the outline of their face but if it's a complex pose/composition she'll start with whatever's in the foreground (like hands)

64. If Katoh could have a familiar, what demon would she choose? Mephisto. As the all-powerful author, she might actually be able to command him as a familiar!

66. If you swapped Yukio and Rin's relationship around what would change? not much, you'd pretty much have Rin going to the Illuminati and Yukio going to the past

67. Top 3 foods/souvenirs to try in Kyushu? Well she doesn't know what’s good CURRENTLY but when she was there she always used to like burdock tempura udon, hakata torimon (a kind of manju with white bean paste inside), and Chikae style cod roe. today I learned Katoh went to high school in Kyushu

68. Katoh listens to music a lot while she's storyboarding, then when she and the assistants are all drawing and inking they put various videos/movies and stuff on in the background

69. For all his hitting on girls, is Shima actually popular with the ladies at all? He's got enough girls in his life that he probably COULD find a girlfriend if he really wanted, but the double agent thing tends to get in the way. He still wouldn't be as popular as Yukio though (side thought/translator’s note: Shima would be proud of being number 69.)

70. Katoh has the ending planned out in a big-picture way, but there are still a few details here and there that she's fretting over

71. It's cute when the boys put their ties over their shoulders when they're working on something! Where'd that come from? She just figured a tie might get in the way and that seemed like a realistic way to get it out of the way

72. Looks like Yukio is getting some facial hair! What about Rin? They're both about the age for it, but maybe Rin can't grow a beard yet. Maybe a little peach fuzz here and there

73. Katoh's favorite blue exorcist merch? There were some exorcist licenses a while back, and the exorcist pins. Basically it's really cool that these little accessories she drew ACTUALLY EXIST NOW, LIKE YOU CAN HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS

74. Okay realtalk how long do we have left, I don't want the series to end yet? We're solidly in the second half by now but it's not, like, ABOUT to end yet

75. Katoh would be a Knight meister, based on what characters she likes to play in games and such

76. How many people in the whole exorcism cram school? More than you think! She doesn't give a number but apparently licensed exorcists also attend classes for new meisters, etc, so there's a wide age range attending

77. How's Arthur feel about, like, studying Taming on the way to becoming Paladin? He's at least mostly accepted that you have to use demons to fight demons effectively

78. Konekomaru started wearing glasses in his first year of middle school, so like 7th grade (more recent than I thought!) He has one spare pair, in contrast to Yukio lol

79. Katoh's current obsessions? Ghost/scary stories! She's even been going to live readings of them recently

80. Media Katoh consumes for inspiration? A wide range of foreign teen drama, horror/suspense, shojo manga, light novels, anime, etc. Special focus on things where two boys are in conflict or there are brothers involved

81. If they weren't exorcists what jobs would they have? Rin - chef. Yukio - doctor. Shiemi - uh, florist?

82. Inspiration for the design of True Cross Town? Katoh and her assistants gathered up a bunch of references, picked out stuff they felt matched the tone, and mashed them all up together

83. Did you use any references etc for the school/exorcist uniforms? She says she probably should have but she just kind of made them up before publication

84. Favorite part of drawing? For color pages, picking out a color scheme. For black and white, drawing in all the little details (though she doesn't always get time to lately)

85. Once again confirms the demon kings' weird hair is a representation of their horns. ADDS THAT PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SEE DEMONS CAN'T SEE THE WEIRD HAIR

86. Now that Yukio's at the Illuminati, where's he gonna get his Jump SQ and spare glasses? Well he probably never planned to stay for long, but hey it's a big ship and they might have an optometrist and/or newsstand there

87. Do you base the demon characters on any references etc? Not really, she just gets a general idea of popular demon designs and then makes up her own in her own style

88. Merchandise Katoh personally wants to have made: stuff that an adult could just use in their day to day life. Also, it's not gonna happen, but if her favorite figure brand made AoEx figures she could die happy

89. If Beelzebub's host body was a beautiful woman, how would Shima react? Would the womanizing win out over the bug phobia? Katoh replies that Shima would probably just faint from being near a girl that pretty, before the bugs even got involved

90. Will the twins ever get to smile and eat dinner together again?? We'll just have to wait and see!

91. What do you check at a "scenario check"? what's a scenario check man I dunno They check for people being out of character or the setting feeling off. They had a lot of these checks for the anime, but they also do them for the drama CD, games, and all that other stuff where multiple authors are involved

92. Why does Shura use baldy as an insult for people who are clearly not bald? She feels like they have some kind of metaphorical, mental kind of "baldness" and she's calling them out on it. Whatever that means

93. After Blue Exorcist ends, what do you want to draw next? She has SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY

94. Did Katoh make up the Shinto chants that, for example, Izumo used against Gedouin? They're assembled from bits of actual Shinto prayers according to what feels right in the scene

95. Yukio reads the Jump SQ, right, and, just hear me out here, he likes gag manga, right? Does this mean he reads Salaryman Yukio? It's something he would read, but let's say that in the AoEx universe there's just a very similar manga that he finds oddly relatable

96. What do Yukio and Shima do in their free time on the Dominus Liminus? oh my god you guys this ship has so many amenities. Yukio probably spends time reading in the library, which they totally have. There's also, like, a gym, and a movie theater, and a THEATER theater, all of which are free. Shima probably hangs out at the pool (!) and goes to the movies, and hits on illuminati girls, lol

97. Easiest character to draw? The ones with boring simple hair, lol. Lightning gets an honorable mention for ALSO not having eyes in most shots, but Rin wins--he was specifically designed to be easy for Katoh to draw because that's what you want in your main character

98. How do demons understand gender? They just possess whatever feels like the best match to how they feel in Gehenna, whether that's a man, or a woman, or a rat, or whatever

99. Where do you start when you're coming up with a story? She starts with character design and how the characters relate to each other. Currently she's just continuing an existing story, so she works on splitting up the overall plot into episodes and fleshing it out with scenes and information about characters

100. When do you feel most happy? She honestly feels like she lives a very happy life overall. Mentions noticing a lot of little things, like how nice her cats' heads smell when she cuddles them or taking a nice cold refreshing drink of water. There's happiness in everything. aww.

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Midsummer pt. 2: JJ Maybank

JJ x Reader

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a/n: first off, I'd like to say holy moly you guys are amazing I never thought I'd get over 600 notes on anything let alone something I wrote. Your kind words have bee so motivating so I definitely had to write a part 2 for everyone. Second, I just want to thank everyone who has messaged, reblogged, liked anything I've written. It's so fulfilling to know someone enjoys my stuff. You guys are he best <3

The last time JJ was interested in one girl at a time, was back when his only example of what a woman was, was in an inappropriate magazine. It's not like he never tried to like one girl at a time, but when he tried, something better always came along to distract him. JJ was curious by nature to put it lightly. The saying 'never judge a book by it's cover' was not true when it came to JJ. Usually, whatever you judged about him was right. He had been around obx with many Pogue ladies and flaunted it. He was proud being a bachelor that got around and rarely anyone held that against him.

But now, he was done for. By a Kook no less. A stupid Kook that JJ had met once a long time ago.

It was a stupid crush. Nothing he couldn't handle. His number of crushes spanned a long and thorough list. To say he was a pro at getting his crushes interested in him was an understatement. Then he saw you with Rafe and everything he felt for you disappeared. Disappeared might not be a good word. More like, he suppressed every feeling he felt for you the day he met you at the station until he could feel nothing at all. It was truly a tragic day for JJ when he found out you were dating Rafe. Then, JJ did what he did the best; he found another girl to distract himself with.

Just when he thought he was getting over the tragic situation, you had shown up at the Midsummer party. He hadn't thought about you, or your gorgeous smile or your pretty hair for a few weeks now and just as he thought he was turning a corner, you stood in front of him and demanded two sodas. You had not recognized him. He could tell. You knew who he was, of course, after you rudely told him what you thought of him, but you didn't remember your run in at the station months ago. He knew that if you were ever gonna remember him this time, he had to pull out all the stops. That meant he had to be extra charming and extra funny.

JJ wanted to slap himself. He couldn't believe he had put himself in this situation. He wished that you meant nothing. Every other Kook girl meant nothing to him (except Kie of course, but that's different), so why were you different?

He couldn't think too much about it. If he did, he would have to self analyze and that's something he rarely did. So, he just acted like an asshole to you. Being difficult with girls always worked. JJ knew the less you cared about their existence, the more they chased. And that might be true for the other girls JJ liked but definitely not you. He felt like he was always losing a battle whenever he spoke to you. You were super defensive the entire time he tried to talk to you. He couldn't get a word in edgewise and it didn't help that your image of him was already tainted.

So, he tried another approach. He tried to be himself. This would be anyone's first choice but we are talking about JJ. He's had to put up so many barriers so people don't see the real him, it was hard to keep track of which one to use. There was the lady's man JJ, the Pogue JJ, the obedient son, the annoying friend, and even the protector. JJ was just never truly himself. Of course his friends knew this and they accepted any form of JJ, but he knew you wouldn't. So, he just was himself.

And the next thing he knows, you're kissing him. Technically, he leaned in first, but you definitely closed the gap between you two which had to count for something.

Maybe it was because he liked you so much, or maybe it was because of the gin he downed before dancing with you, but your kisses made him feel like he was in fifth grade. Every kiss felt like the first one. He felt things he'd never felt before; by a Kook nonetheless.

And then, too soon, the moment was interrupted by a busboy. Gerald and his ability to cock block. But he had agreed to meet with you again, as if you were thirteen meeting at a tree house, and he couldn't believe it. You wanted to see him again. You knew who he was, you had learned things about him, and still wanted to see him. Never, and JJ means never, had a girl seen this much of him and still wanted to stay.

That night, JJ couldn't sleep. Even though JB had told him where the gold was and how they were gonna get it, he still would've been able to sleep if it were not for his mind racing with you. He even let his dad yell at him that night. He was in too much of a good mood.

That is, until JB was pushed off a ledge and was rushed to the hospital. Sarah was with him when it happened and JJ had been in the car, waiting for his friend. JB was JJ's family, along with the rest of his friends. JB had let him sleep over countless times when JJ's dad had been especially violent. He had helped JJ in every situation possible and JJ knew he could never repay him. So, to see JB asleep in the hospital with a cast, made his blood boil. And when he found out it was Topper's fault, he wanted to kill Topper himself. The only thing that held him back from doing so was staying in the hospital and waiting for JB to be alright. If JB had woken up any time before, maybe JJ would've had time to beat Topper's ass.

Kie, Pope, and JJ all waited together in the waiting room until there was an update on JB. They knew it wasn't as serious but they were determined to stay until their friend woke up. If it meant staying the whole day, then that's what they'd have to do. And so they did. They stayed well into the afternoon, with Sarah. She was in and out of the hospital room he was in and giving Kie, Pope, and JJ updates every time she did. They even got to talking and, even though Kie and Sarah barely spoke, Sarah was nice to them. She was one of the only Kooks that was nice to them.

The topic of Kooks made another memory resurface. JJ promised you he'd meet you at Sarah's house to "grab his keys" but, when JJ had checked the time, he was already late. He cursed at himself. He had unintentionally stood you up. You were for sure not gonna want to speak to him ever again and he had basically ruined any chance he had with you. He didn't want to tell his friends but they had noticed that once JJ was aware of the time, he had gotten more restless.

Kie had tried to ask him what was wrong but JJ was too upset to answer.

He felt like such an idiot.

Until he saw you enter the waiting room. He almost gasped but held it in, not to draw too much attention to himself. You barely looked at him as you walked in.

You wore black ripped jean shorts and a yellow tank top. You had your hair brushed into a loose braid and you had makeup on. You had done all of this because you were supposed to meet JJ but he had bailed on you. You had waited at Sarah's house for over an hour but, 20 minutes after he would've arrived, you knew he wasn't coming. You felt like an idiot. You had fallen for the oldest and dumbest trick in the book. Then, you got news of what happened to John B. and you realized that's probably why JJ got held up. You were still upset, but at least JJ had a good reason.

When you saw him sitting down in the waiting room, your stomach felt like it was in your throat. Seeing him in daylight was very different to seeing JJ in the dark. At least in the dark, you didn't see the extent of his scars. Now that you did, you felt like crying for him. You can't believe someone did that to him. In the dark, you didn't have to see him completely and you could get away with not looking in his eyes, since that always made you nervous. But now, you could see JJ completely and he was even more gorgeous in the light.

As you went to comfort Sarah, you pretended he wasn't there. You could tell, even with your back turned to him as you hugged Sarah, he was watching you. You felt his eyes burn into your back. But you were here for Sarah, that's it.

"Thanks for being here." Sarah said to you, letting out of your for a moment and looking to the hallway. "I should go and see how he's doing."

You nodded. "Yes, of course. Let me know if there's anything I can do."

Sarah smiled. "You being here is enough." And with that, she was walking back to John B.'s room.

You said hello to Kiara first. You had known her before today and you had always been polite to each other, even though Sarah and her didn't get along. When they did, all three of you hung out and had so much fun. You missed having her as a friend.

"Hey," you said, opening your arms for a hug. Kiara got up from her place in the chair and hugged you for a moment. Things were still a little awkward. "How are you?"

Kiara shrugged. "We just want to make sure John B. is okay."

I nodded. "I'll stay and maybe we can catch up?"

You knew she had a little resentment towards you and you didn't blame her. Sarah believed wholeheartedly that Kiara was the one that called the police on a party she had thrown a while ago and that's one of the reasons they're not friends anymore. Once Sarah let it slip that Kiara called the cops, Kiara was basically blacklisted whenever there was a party. Now, you were hoping to put that all behind you if it meant being Kiara's friend.

Kiara smiled but you could tell she was trying to suppress it. "I'd like that."

You then looked to a boy you knew was named Pope. You knew Pope's dad because he had once brought some groceries to your house at the last minute. It had been one of your mom's charity events and she had run out of a couple items. It was a Saturday night and Mr. Heyward was probably with his family but he got the items for her and delivered them to your house very quickly. Pope had been in a club you used to be in before you quit because Rafe said it took up too much of your time (you wanted to roll your eyes as you remembered all the shit you did to make him happy). Pope has always been nice to you when you were still in that club and when you voiced an idea, he always tried to back you up. You didn't know him that well but you knew him enough to give him a hug. He gladly accepted it, mumbling a hello as you hugged him.

"How are you? I haven't seen you in awhile." You stated, letting go of Pope and looking at him.

He struggled to meet your gaze, a bit embarrassed. You didn't know why but you figured that was just Pope's personality. "Not too bad. I'm president now."

You smiled. "That's so good to hear."

You couldn't believe he remembered that. Although he probably did remember it because the club was filled with Kooks and whenever they tried to pick on Pope, you always called them out. Even though you were grateful for his support, he was just as grateful for yours.

Pope nodded at you, smiling again. You could tell Kiara and Pope felt awkward. Mostly because you were one of the only Kooks that treated them nicely. Which was sad because you didn't understand why Kooks and Pogues didn't get along. Other than the fact that most of the Kooks (you're thinking of Topper and Rafe when you say most) are greedy, selfish assholes. You wanted them to like you really badly. One of the reasons was because they were Sarah and John B.'s friends. The other reason was because of the boy beside Pope, who was standing as well, and watching you closely.

JJ hadn't said one word to you since you entered the waiting room and you knew why. He wasn't sure if you guys should act like you know each other or not. To be honest, you weren't sure either. He had blown you off, for good reason, but then again, he could've gotten a message to you that he was in the hospital. You didn't have to find out from Ward, who drove you to the hospital. You had been waiting outside for an hour once Ward had pulled into the driveway. You asked him where Sarah was and he explained what had happened to John B. and offered you a ride. He had to pick up clean clothes for John B. since he was waking up soon.

You instantly knew why JJ never showed up but he could've easily asked Sarah to call you to let you know why he never arrived. The only explanation for not asking Sarah was because he didn't want anyone to know about what happened. This annoyed you.

When you had gone to bed the night before, you fell asleep to thoughts of JJ and what it would be like to be his girlfriend. Now, you had a rude awakening. He didn't want anyone to know that you had kissed. He was embarrassed to like a Kook.

So, being the salty teen you were, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. You were gonna pretend as if you had no idea who he was.

You stuck out your hand, waiting for him to shake it. He looked down at it, perplexed, and slowly extended his hand to shake yours. Once your hands had shaken, you spoke, "Nice to meet you. What's your name?"

JJ's brows furrowed but he answered you. "JJ."

He knew for sure that you were pissed. Before, he had only a small inclination that you were pissed but he now knew for 100% certainty, you were upset. He knew he should've at least tried to call you. He knew Sarah had your number and he knew it would be easy to ask Sarah for your number to call you but he got scared. He didn't know if you wanted anyone to know you guys were macking and he didn't want to embarrass you. He thought it wouldn't be the proudest thing for people to know you kissed JJ Maybank. For a Kook, you could get made fun of for that. So, he played it safe and didn't do anything. But now, he suffered the consequences. You were pissed. If he could only get you alone to explain.

"Cool." You said, smiling at him the way you would a stranger.

JJ looked to Pope and Kie, both of them looking back and forth from between the two of you. You could tell they thought this exchange was funny. You said nothing to JJ after that and just sat down in the chair across from Kiara. The both of you started a conversation as JJ and Pope stayed silent. You did talk about school but you mostly spoke about your summer so far. She had said it had been pretty uninteresting while you said the same. Although it was not over yet, you figured now it would be just like all the summer's before. Granted, you had thought it might be different now that you had met JJ but currently he was an idiot and you rather not spend a summer with someone who was embarrassed to be with you (even though that wasn't the case).

In the middle of your conversation with Kiara about the new documentary she was watching, JJ had gotten up from his place in the chair and mumbled that he had to go to the bathroom. You paid no attention to what he said but Pope and Kiara both nodded, telling him they could care less. You had continued your conversation with her for a minute more before your mind trailed to what JJ was doing. Obviously there was the option that he actually had to go to the bathroom, but then why would he announce it like that? You wondered whether or not he actually had to go to the bathroom or maybe it was a way of telling you he had to speak to you.

You decided the only way to figure out what the answer was, was to wait outside the men's bathroom to see if JJ actually wanted to talk to you or not. Granted, this was about the creepiest thing you could ever do but it was JJ and you were sure he had no reservations about you waiting outside the bathroom for him. In a weird way, it kinda comforted you to know anything weird you had done, JJ had probably done something weirder and would never judge you.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee," you announced to Kiara, who had finished speaking and was waiting for your response. "Want some?"

Kiara shook her head. "Nah, already had some."

You looked to Pope and raised your brows. He shook her head. "No, I already had some too."

You nodded and got up from your seat. "Well, I'm getting some. I'll be back in a second."

And with that, you were out of the waiting room and making your way to the men's bathroom. There was a sign that pointed you in the direction of the bathroom so you figured that it wasn't that far away. You passed a couple of hospital rooms and were not surprised to see most of the doors closed. They probably didn't want a nosy teenager peeking in anyways.

You always hated hospitals. You had to get a cast once when you broke your arm when you were younger and ever since, you hated the smell of hospitals. It smelled too clean. You also didn't like the idea that a floor beneath you, a woman was giving birth and a floor above you, someone could be dying.

As you passed the janitors closet, you were too deep in your thoughts to realize that the closet door was a little open. And when you passed it, a hand came out of the door and grabbed onto you. You didn't even have time to scream. The hand pulled you into the closet and closed the door behind you before you even had time to react. The closet was dimly lit and filled with cleaning supplies such as brooms and chemicals. The smell inside wasn't as bad as the smell outside though. You were about to fight back when you saw the person who had grabbed you.

It was JJ. He was smirking at you as he watched you catch your breath.

"What the hell?" You whisper - yell, scared that someone you know this time could hear you.

"We should really stop meeting like this." He said, the stupid smirk you liked so much still on his lips.

You had to remind yourself you were upset with him. "We didn't meet like this. You kidnapped me."

JJ rolled his eyes, the same stupid smirk on his lips. You had to admit, he looked so hot right now. He had a black shirt on with gray swim trunks. His hair was a fluffy mess and his scars were still apparent. He looked like a mess but you still wanted to kiss him. You wanted to scream. You asked yourself, what was wrong with you?

"You can leave any time you want." JJ countered, pointing towards the closed door.

You looked to the door, then back at him. "Tell me what you want and then I will."

JJ nods, finally feeling like he might have a good chance in explaining his stupid actions. "I know I didn't call you and I'm sorry. I didn't know if you wanted everyone to know about us or not."

You felt a smile on your lips. You wished he could be more mean. You liked JJ too much. Still defending yourself, you acted difficult. "You're right. We shouldn't tell anyone until we figure this," you said, motioning between the two of you. "out."

JJ nodded, this time, his smirk turning into a full smile. "So there is something?"

You roll your eyes, still acting a little difficult. "I never said that."

JJ steps forward, closer to you, and looks down at your lips. "I think that's exactly what you said."

You shook your head. "Stop." You didn't mean it. JJ smirks, biting his lip. You wanted to scream again. What the hell was this boy doing to you? In seconds, you could go from completely angry at him, to wanting to kiss him. No one ever made you feel like this. Yet again, you were so surprised to find yourself liking JJ Maybank. A boy that 72 hours ago, you didn't even care about.

"Stop what -?" JJ was about to ask you something and be annoying but you weren't in the mood.

In seconds, your arms were wrapped around his neck and you were pulling him closer to you. The second your lips touched, it was as if no time passed at all. You were no longer worried about fighting with JJ and pretending you were mad. You got lost when you kissed him. And it still felt so wonderful, even after all that's happened. When you kissed JJ, it was as if there was no one else. It was just you and him. He made kissing, even in a janitor's closet, the best thing to ever happen to you.

JJ's arms snake around your waist as he pulls you closer. Now, you're chest to chest. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest and you're sure he can feel yours too. It comforts you to know he reacts the same way to you kissing him.

You break away for one second, trying to catch your breath. JJ doesn't give you a chance to breathe though because the second you break away, his lips are on your cheek, kissing his way down to your neck. Your knees go weak. This gives JJ the opportunity to push you up against the wall. There's a bunch of equipment in here but you guys make it work. His hands rest on the sides of your waist as his lips travel to your collarbone. You tilt your head back and close your eyes again. And you thought kissing JJ on the lips was the best thing ever.

Although you loved this, you wanted to feel his lips on yours again and desperately cupped his face and moved it away from your neck and back onto your lips. Right before your lips touched his again, you kissed his jaw once. You could tell this had a huge effect on JJ because his hands instinctively came up to cup your jaw. Once your lips touched, your hands moved to his chest again and they rested there as you continued to make out.

He still tasted good which surprised you the most. You rarely had a good story of a Pogue kissing someone and them saying they tasted like mint so this only made you kiss him deeper.

Finally, you both had to break away. You both were running out of air. You were breathing too heavily but didn't notice until JJ pulled away first. As you both caught your breath, you looked at eachother. You were both smiling so wide, your cheeks were starting to hurt. This reminded you of last night, when you both were smiling like madmen after your first kiss. And still, after so many other kisses, it still felt like the first time.

"Is it always like that?" JJ asked, quieting chuckling. He was wiping the gloss he had on his lips, something you had on your lips before they were wiped off.

You shook your head. "Never."

JJ smirked. "I'd say I'm the best kisser you've had."

You rolled your eyes. It was the truth but you would never admit it. "I haven't kissed many people."

JJ raised his brows, creases forming on his forehead. "How many people have you kissed?"

You bit your bottom lip. They were still tingling from JJ's kisses. "None of your business."

JJ rolled his eyes. "Don't you wanna know how many I have kissed?"

You did. But you couldn't let him know that. "No. I have my own guesses."

JJ smiled. "Yeah? What's your guess?"

You shrugged. "Like one hundred thousand or something."

JJ laughed aloud. You didn't care if anyone heard this time, you loved hearing him laugh. "Nice try. It's actually one million."

You knew he was joking just by the tone of his voice. "Ah, makes sense."

JJ raised his brows again. "So, your saying I'm a good kisser?"

You rolled your eyes. "I just meant you have a lot of practice. Doesn't mean you're good."

JJ nodded, a sly smirk on his lips. "If I'm so bad, why do you want to kiss me?"

You smiled, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. "Someone's gotta teach ya."

You leaned forward and kissed him once again. He instantly kissed you back, his hands wrapping around your waist. The kiss only lasted five seconds but you savoured it. JJ was a good kisser, even though you didn't want to admit it. He was passionate and strong, something you had never experienced with anyone you kissed.

Once you pulled away from him, he spoke again. "Can I come by your house at, like, seven?"

You squint your eyes at him. "Yeah, sure. Why?"

JJ shrugged. "We can't go out together. I just kissed you in a janitor's closet. You deserve some food at least."

I smiled. "Okay. I'll wait for you at my house at seven. Do you know where I live?"

JJ nodded. "I mowed your lawn in May."

You pushed your brows together. "Seriously?" How the hell did you not remember this?

JJ nodded. "I don't expect you to remember. You were hanging out with Sarah and it was only for one weekend."

You shrugged, frowning at him. "I'm sorry. I'm sure I would've said hi."

Although you said this, JJ and you both knew that this was not true. You barely acknowledged his existence until last night so it wasn't a surprise to either of you that you forgot he mowed your lawn.

"It's okay. I got an amazing view of your bedroom window from where I was." JJ joked, snickering softly.

You gasped, slapping him on the chest. "Perv!"

JJ continued to laugh, clutching his chest. "Sorry!"

You shook your head laughing along with him. Once your laughter died down, you spoke, "I'm gotta go. Kiara and Pope are probably wondering where I am. See you soon."

JJ nodded. "See ya."

You both looked at each other and smiled one more time, before you opened the closet door and ran back to the waiting room. For the second time since you met JJ, you made sure not to say goodbye. It wasn't goodbye yet.

John B. had woken up soon after you entered the waiting room. Kiara had asked you where your coffee was and you made up an excuse , saying you drank it on your way here. You hoped it didn't look too suspicious as JJ returned only moments later, saying there was a line to get onto the bathroom. You wanted to slap him for coming up with such a lame excuse but yours wasn't any better.

Once John B. was woken up, Kiara, Pope, and JJ visited him while you waited outside for them to finish. Although you knew John B. was a nice guy, you were still nervous to meet him. After they exited his room, it was your turn.

Your first encounter with John B. was excellent. Even though he was still groggy, he was polite and super enthusiastic about meeting you. Apparently Sarah had said such nice things. And the way John B. and Sarah looked at each other, you knew that they were in love. You were so happy for her. You told John B. that if he needed anything, you were there for him but apparently that wasn't necessary. Ward had decided to foster John B. which meant he was going to start to live with Ward, Sarah and their family. You had known about John B.'s predicament with the foster care system so you were relieved to hear this.

Once John B. was ready to be discharged, Ward got John B. and Sarah into the car before asking if you needed a ride. Ward was like your uncle so you, of course, said yes.

When we dropped you off at your house, your parents still weren't home. You had an older sibling who was probably out with their friends so you had the house to yourself. This meant you had hours to spend stressing about when JJ would come. You planned your outfit and makeup before anyone got home because you were really nervous. You wondered what food he would bring, what he would want to do in your room, and just about everything down to the last detail. It was friday night, so your parents wouldn't be home until midnight. Friday nights were their date nights.

Your older sibling would probably be in their room all night so at least you didn't have to worry about them. All you had to worry about was yourself.

You rearrange your room about five times. At first, the stuff on your cabinet was too messy, then it seemed too clean. You didn't want JJ to think you had gone through all this trouble to clean for him. Then you messed it up too much. You made your head, then messed it up to look like you had been sitting in it all day. You threw all of your stuffed animals from when you were a child in your closet. You would die of embarrassment if JJ saw any of your stuffed animals. The teasing would never end.

You busied yourself with TV and reading until 6pm rolled by. You decided one hour gave you enough time to get ready. You took a quick shower and did some simple makeup. You didn't want to put too much effort in. You over thought everything. You changed your top from the tank top to a long sleeve grey shirt but you kept your black ripped jean shorts. The sun was setting and it was getting chilly. You dried your hair and kept it down and you sprayed yourself with ungodly amounts of perfume. You were stressing too much.

Finally 7pm rolled around. And JJ was five minutes late. A small voice in your head told you that he had bailed on you for real this time but you chose not to listen to it. He would be here.

Just when you were about to believe that small voice, you heard a knocking on your bedroom window. Confused, you ignored it but when the second knock came from your window, you decided to check it out. What you saw made you laugh. JJ was climbing up your wall, a backpack around his shoulders. You were gripping the bones growing from your house to pull himself closer to your window. When he looked up to see you, he smirked.

You opened your window and reached out your hand. He was close enough for you to take it and you pulled him up. You could only get him halfway through the window. Your arm was aching and you had to let him go. It didn't matter because after you let go, he pushed his way through.

Finally, when he got all the way through, you spoke, "Are you alright?"

JJ shrugged. "Only a little internal bleeding."

You rolled your eyes and quickly slapped his shoulders. "What the hell were you thinking? Don't you know how to use the front door?"

JJ laughed. "I thought climbing through your window would make me look cooler."

You shook your head. "It made you look dumber."

JJ dropped his backpack on the floor. "You can never say I didn't almost die for you."

You rolled your eyes. "Now I'm wishing I didn't pull you up."

"Ah," JJ chuckled, bending over and unzipping his backpack. "then you wouldn't have this." He then pulled out a brown bag, waving it in your face.

You quickly grabbed it from him. "What is it?" You answered your own question by opening the brown bag and pulling out Chinese food. Inside were containers of noodles, chicken balls, and rice. Your mouth watered. You felt like you hadn't eaten all day.

JJ chuckled. "Someone's hungry."

You placed the food on your desk, moving your papers and laptop to the side. "That's the only reason I wanted you to come."

You moved across your room to get a second chair for JJ and once you gave it to him, you both sat down to eat.

JJ pulled out the plastic forks and knives and gave one set to you. You took it eagerly and opened up the first container with noodles. You both started to eat.

JJ scoffed at your response. "You only wanted me here so I could bring you food?"

You nodded, your mouth filled with noodles already. Once you swallowed, you spoke. "Of course."

JJ shrugged. "Honestly, I only came here to get laid. I knew Chinese food was the way to your heart."

You scoffed, setting down your fork to slap JJ on the shoulder again.You knew he was joking so you played along. "Asshole. Now you're definitely not getting laid."

JJ rolled his eyes, but said nothing. He shoved another fork of noodles in his mouth and you did the same. You both talked throughout the meal. Whenever your mouths were empty, you responded to each other and spoke. You spoke about so many things. You talked about school, your families and eventually got to the subject of John B. and how he was holding up in Sarah's home. JJ joked about how jealous he was but you knew he was serious. You told him not to worry and one day maybe he'd have a big house like Ward's. He said nothing for a while after that and you knew why. He didn't believe he'd ever get out of the situation he was in now.

You wanted to make him feel better but you didn't know how. So, you kissed him. It was slow and passionate and it made you feel light as a feather. You couldn't believe kissing someone could feel this good.

Once you broke away from each other, JJ spoke first. "I'm guessing one."

You knew this was a way to divert from what you were talking about before but you were still confused. "What?"

"I'm guessing you've only kissed one person." JJ clarified, placing his fork down and reaching up to brush some hair out of your face.

The two of you were still sitting beside each other at your desk but your eyes instinctively made a glance at your bed. Once you looked back at JJ, you answered him. "You're wrong. It's actually two."

JJ snickered. "That's adorable."

You pinched his arm and you smiled when he yelped out in pain. "Ass."

"This is where you ask me." JJ pointed out, his hand resting on your knee.

You rolled your eyes. "I seriously have no idea."

JJ shrugged his shoulders. "It's ten."

You furrowed your brows. That seemed so low. "Ten?" JJ could tell you were confused.

"I don't really kiss many people. Makes me feel weird." JJ shrugged again, picking up his fork and taking the last bite of a chicken ball.

"Weird?" You questioned.

"Yeah," JJ nodded before swallowing and continuing. "I have to really like someone to kiss them."

You blushed, looking away from him. That meant he really liked you because all you had been doing was kissing. Your throat felt so dry. JJ really was making you nervous.

"You really like me?" You asked, looking back at him and leaning forward.

JJ smirked, leaning forward to kiss you quickly. "Yes."

"What was your first kiss like?" You asked, grabbing his hand.

He looked at where your hands touched, then looked back at you. "I was like twelve. It was Kie's cousin visiting from Canada or something. She was my age. I was shitting my pants." JJ smiles as he retells the story. You leaned forward, very interested. "I never thought about girls before that and then we were just goofing around and she asked me if I kissed anyone. I said no and then she just kissed me."

"Aw," You cooed, smiling softly. "That's adorable."

JJ shrugged, smiling. "Not really. The poor girl never talked to me again. Said I had bad breath."

You giggled. "I know what she means."

JJ gasped. "Really?"

Before you had time to react, JJ stood up and leaned on top of you, his hands instantly going to your sides to tickle you. Your legs shut up and you dashed across your room but he soon caught up to you and grabbed a hold of your sides. You screamed in terror and demanded he let you go. He couldn't completely understand you though because you were laughing so hard. You kicked his shin and made a run across your bed but before you could get to your door, he tackled you, pushing you onto your bed.

"JJ!" You laughed, JJ continuing to tickle your side. You kicked and screamed but it was no use, you were stronger.

"Say I'm the best kisser!" He only laughed, loving that you were so ticklish.

"You're the best!" You screamed, laughed hysterically. "Stop!"

Finally he stopped and lay on his back. He was laughing so hard and you were out of breath from the screaming. Once you caught your breath, you turned onto your stomach and let a hand rest on his chest.

"That wasn't funny." You frowned, a smile showing through.

JJ shrugged. "Got you to admit the truth though."

You leaned closer to his face. "Whatever."

JJ instantly closed the gap, kissing your lips. This time, your legs were intertwined as you kissed. JJ's hands cupped your face as you kissed and your hands made their way to his waist. You just lay there, kissing each other. This was so easy. Being with JJ was so easy. You couldn't believe that this is what you were missing. This time, although he tasted like mint, he smelled divine. You didn't know what it was until you parted. Once you did, you realized it was sea salt. Ye smelled like the ocean. Your mom was always telling you that you smelled like the ocean and how bad it was but now, you had found someone who was the same.

This made you want to kiss him again. You never got a chance to because JJ spoke, "what was your first kiss like?"

You smiled, touching your lips. JJ watched you for a moment, smiling at you. Your lips felt as if they were on fire.

"I was like ten and some boy at my summer camp dared me to kiss him. Worst three seconds of my life. Yours was so cute."

JJ smirked, raising his brows. "He dared you to? He must've really liked you."

You shrugged. "I can never turn down a dare."

JJ smirked. "Really?"

You nodded, a mischievous grin on your lips. "Yeah."

"Well then," JJ smirked. "I dare you to kiss me again."

You rolled your eyes. "I would've done it anyways."

And with that, you kissed him again. You don't know how long that kiss lasted because right after that one, JJ kissed you again and again. He kissed you like you guys had all the time in the world. And you felt like you did.

You knew you had all the time in the world to discover this new feeling with JJ.

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parischangedher · 4 years

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we’ll take on the world.

Summary: Ziva contends with her anxiety about the coronavirus...with a little help. The second of my A Very Special Quarantine fic series.

A/N: I tried to portray this topic as sensitively as I could. I’m sorry in advance for any issues/inaccuracies.

TW: Anxiety/panic attacks; very brief Somalia mention

AO3 (Kudos/comments are appreciated!)

The edges of the world grew black as she hastily wiped the sweat from her brow.

Not again, she thought.

Ziva’s heartbeat quickened; she tried to steady her breathing with little success. Looking around in a frenzy, she took in her surroundings in a desperate yet futile act to ground herself. Shoppers with half-covered faces swirled around her. She couldn’t decide whether they were all staring at her, or if she was invisible, simply watching the store’s happenings from above. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

She promised him she’d call if it happened again.

Damn it.

As if on autopilot, she abandoned her shopping cart in the aisle, which had been filled with the contents of their dinner, and bee-lined toward the single-stall bathroom she knew all too well.

She managed to close and lock the door before her legs gave out. Sliding down until her butt hit the floor, she drew her legs up and let her head fall to her knees.

Tears now streaming down her face, she reached up and tore the dreaded mask from her mouth. Crumpling it up into a ball so tight it could probably injure someone should it make contact, she threw it as far as she could across the dirty tile floor.

Her hands shook dangerously as she pulled her phone from her pocket, hating herself as she clicked on his name and held the device to her ear. Why could she no longer manage to keep her emotions in check? Why did it always come to this?

It wasn’t that she wasn’t grateful to have him; of course she was. She fought for years to have him. It was the only thing she wanted throughout all of this--besides Tali, which was a given. But she was used to taking care of herself. In her life, she needed to be able to take care of herself. How could she trust herself to take care of her daughter when she could barely handle her own issues? Even still, how could he trust her to do so?

And she had been finally, finally getting better, too.

Damn it.

“Ziva? Ziva?” Tony asked, increasingly concerned at her silence. “Ziva! Are you there?”

“I--yes. Sorry.”

His voice repeatedly calling out to her, once she finally processed it, helped a little to quiet the noise inside her head.

A little.

“Did it happen again?” he asked softly.

She started to nod before realizing that he couldn’t see her. Though, she suspected he already knew the answer. He always knew.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to meet you?”

She was silent for a moment, contemplating.

“No. I just...I just need a minute.”

“Ok.”

She closed her eyes and listened closely to his breathing, forcing herself to slow down and match his. His presence was strong, silent but patient as he stayed in that place with her, until she was ready to face the rest of the world again. As only he could do.

“Ok,” she said after several minutes.

“Ok.”

The word had become their own personal code: A way to communicate without saying too much, without voicing things she wasn’t yet able to voice.

They were pros at reading between the lines, after all.

He stayed on the line with her as she rose from the floor, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She discarded her old mask into the trash can and retrieved the spare one from her bag.

She stared it down, sizing it up as if it was a foe in battle. Analyzing its features, its shape, its strengths and weaknesses. She didn’t realize how long she had been doing so until he spoke again.

“Ok?”

She breathed.

“Ok.”

Tugging the mask on, she forced herself to focus on him as she cautiously opened the door and stepped outside. The store had emptied a bit now; her cart was thankfully just as she left it. Drawing determination from her partner, she marched straight to it and then to the register.

So far, so good.

The clerk working the line she chose to stand in wore a dark, dirty black mask that covered most of his face.

Her breath hitched as the clerk looked on concernedly, hand extended waiting for her credit card.

“It’s ok, Ziva,” she heard in her ear. “You’re ok. I’m right here.”

She forced a smile to the poor man, paid and made it to the car in one piece.

Barely.

“I’m ok, Tony. See you soon.”

---

“Talk to me, Ziva,” he said quietly as they laid in bed. It was close to 3 a.m., but he knew she hadn’t slept yet. He couldn’t, either, when she was hurting this much.

He stroked her arm softly and turned to his side to face her.

“What happened today?”

A part of her wanted to pretend that she was sleeping. But, she knew that wasn’t honest or fair to him. Or to herself--to the larger part of herself that needed him to help her breathe again.

Deciding to be brave for the both of them, she switched on the light and turned to her side, mirroring his actions to face him.

“It’s those damn masks.”

She said it plainly yet in hushed tones, in the hopes that doing so would somehow make it a smaller threat.

He looked on in silent question, giving her the time he knew she needed to elaborate. He took her hand in his and gave it a soft kiss before gently squeezing in encouragement. He rubbed it slowly with his thumb and waited.

“With them on, I feel like I can’t see. I can’t evaluate potential threats. I know there likely aren’t any, but...but still. I can’t see.”

“It’s dangerous not to see.”

“It is.”

He nodded, searching her eyes for what remained unspoken. He saw the fear in them, and it almost killed him.

“What are the other reasons?”

She averted her eyes to his chest, then, and laid her hand over his beating heart.

“They remind me of another, much more...serious time I was unable to see.”

Tears started to form again--in her eyes and in his, this time.

“It reminds me of Somalia, Tony. I know it’s not the same, it was a very long time ago, and I can still technically see, and I’m safe, but still. It does. And I hate it.”

He reached forward and pulled her closer, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair.

“I’m sorry, Ziva.”

“I know.”

“Thank you. For telling me.”

“Thank you for listening. And for earlier. I wish I could say it will be the last time.”

“It’s ok,” he said, gently caressing her cheek. “I’m here. Always. And one day, it will be the last time.”

Her silence spoke volumes.

”What?”

“I hope you are right. No, I believe you are right. I do. But until that day comes...I’m not sure I should be out alone with Tali.”

“What?” Tony asked, shocked at her confession. “Ziva. There is no doubt in my mind that if Tali was with you, you would make sure that she was safe, no matter what. Hell, that’s why you started having these moments to begin with. To keep her safe.”

She was tired, and desperately wanted him to be correct. So she relented, and accepted his words as truth. For now.

“Ok,” she said softly. “Thank you, Tony.”

_____

“Ima!” Tali exclaimed as she ran to where her mother had been reading in her bedroom. “Come here!”

“What is it?” she asked, smiling as she placed her worn bookmark carefully in the pages before rising to follow.

Tali grabbed her hand and led the way to the living room, where a crudely-wrapped gift lay on the coffee table. Tony sat near it, waiting for them.

“I have something for you!”

“You do?!” she asked excitedly. She gave Tony a curious look, who just winked at her.

“Yes! Open it!”

“Alright,” she said with a smile as she sat and unwrapped the package.

“My art teacher told us to decorate some, so I made one for you! Abba said you don’t like the others because they’re ugly.”

“Oh wow, Tali. Thank you!”

Tali grinned as Ziva examined the artwork with a touched smile on her face, running her fingers carefully along the edge of the mask.

She had drawn a picture of herself holding each of her parents’ hands. She labeled each of them--Ima, Tali, and Abba--in typical child-like penmanship. There was a bright yellow sun in the corner, haphazard grass below the names and a mass of pink hearts around the family of three.

Tali beamed as she watched Ziva pick the mask up and give it a soft kiss. She then jumped onto the couch and snuggled into Ziva, throwing her arms around her neck.

“It’s not ugly anymore, right?”

Ziva shook her head dramatically, clicking her tongue as she booped Tali on the nose. “Are you kidding? It is the most beautiful mask I’ve ever seen. I will wear it everywhere.”

She pulled Tali close and kissed her head, gently rubbing her back while finally taking another glance at Tony. Her eyes, now misty, glistened as Tony smiled back, raising his eyebrows playfully.

“Mine is much better than Abba’s, too.”

Tony’s eyes widened in a slight panic.

“What do you mean, Tali?” Ziva asked suspiciously.

“He made one for you too, but mine is more pretty. His is boring.”

Ziva laughed, and Tony looked sheepish.

“Tali, that was going to be a surprise for later.”

“Sorry!” she said cheerily, giving Ziva one last hug before hopping off her and wandering off to her room. “I’m going to make some more.”

When she left, Ziva raised an eyebrow back at him.

“So? You made me a present?”

“I may have.”

“Can I see it?”

He chuckled, now taking his turn to avoid eye contact. “I don’t know; it’s not ready really. I need to check something first.”

“Tony,” she said playfully as she rose and joined him on the chair, legs across his lap. “Please?” she asked, elongating the word and softly kissing his neck. “I really do want to see it.”

He smiled, uncharacteristically shy.

“Ok.”

He grabbed the parcel from where it lay in the end table drawer and cautiously handed it over. “I’m sorry if it’s not right, I wasn’t sure about it and wanted to go back to the guy and check--”

“Tony,” she cut him off, having already ripped open the package.

“Is it right? I know it won’t fix everything completely, but I was hoping...”

She smiled and paused for a moment before answering.

“It is...absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

The cloth mask was deep blue. Most of it was plain, earning disdain from their daughter. But, in the bottom right corner, a small and familiar phrase was printed neatly in Hebrew script:

Aht Lo Leh-Vahd.

“You’re crying again,” he said softly as he thumbed away a tear and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, I am. But for happy reasons this time.”

“Well, I’ll take it, then,” he replied and pulled her in, kissing her softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

---

She wore his mask like armor the next time she went out.

She kept Tali’s securely in her pocket, as her backup weapon.

It didn’t take away all of her anxiety; nothing but lots of time and therapy would possibly do that.

But, during a global pandemic, around covered faces and rampant fears of illness, she felt something unfamiliar.

She felt safe.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years

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Catching Up

It's my wonderful friend @minky-for-short‘s birthday so I wrote her a fic! And I'm posting just in case anyone read my fic 'I will love you if I never see you again' and wanted more dad Jupeter and more of their daughter!

Bianca has an announcement for her dads and there's only one way Nureyevs can communicate. And if you’d leave a comment on Ao3, I’d so appreciate it!

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There were many reasons they weren’t a conventional family.

There was their clunky surname that was hard to wrap your mouth around. Steel-Nureyev. Or maybe Nureyev-Steel, they’d never formally decided which way it went. Mostly because they never really had to use it and had never needed to write it down in any official capacity.

There was the fact that a female sewer rabbit lived in their modest Hyperion apartment, turning it into a tiny apartment and the rabbit into, technically, a house rabbit. It was fine, they rarely had guests over that weren’t Rita, Jet or the Aurinkos. Or Mick but he was terrified of Small Fry, as Juno insisted on still calling her.

There was the fact that, for months long stretches at a time, Juno and Nureyev would have no idea where their eldest daughter was. They would hear nothing from her or her wife, Desta, not so much as a message over their comms. Nothing but Juno’s anxious, obsessive tuning in to the police scanners of all the major planets and some from the outer rim to boot. Rita had hacked his comms so he’d be able to pick it up and Nureyev pretended he didn’t know how much he clung to it and that he wasn’t equally as worried, all the time, gnawing away deep down inside himself.

But there was also the fact that when, finally, they’d hear her boots in the hallway or see the coat that used to be Juno’s hanging on the coat rack by the door and hear her singing from her old bedroom, when their Bee Bee finally came home, the cards would always come out.

Juno tried to be a good host, tried to catch their attention to offer drinks but they were already focused. They sat across the dining room table from each other, like they always did, with the same matching smiles and narrowed eyes and playful determination. Nureyev laid the cards out himself, as he always did, so many that they took up a whole table in an array that still didn’t make a lick of sense to Juno, much to his irritation.

“Have they always done this?” Desta asked, her voice soft and quiet as always. Her lips were a bright blue today and she was smiling more than usual, “This game?”

Her eyes were on Bianca, with the same exasperated tenderness Juno was sure she’d see in his own eye, fixed on Nureyev.

“It used to be chess,” Juno hummed as he poured wine, “He taught her to play when she was six, they practised every night until she could beat him. Then he would cheat and she had to still win and tell him after how he cheated. Then they both cheated. And then they moved onto this. Same system, just with a game a million times more complicated.”

Desta looked at the splayed out cards, at the rapid fire way Nureyev dealt and shrugged, accepting the wine Juno held out to her and sipping mildly. Juno wished he could have the same blase attitude to not having a clue how Rangian street poker worked.

“Can’t you guys catch up normally?” he sighed, bringing Nureyev the glass of red wine he didn’t need to ask to know he wanted, “Like with a conversation? I’ve heard some families have those.”

“This is way more fun,” Bianca waved away her own glass and squeezed her mama’s hand instead, “Cos I get to catch up and beat my daddy at something.”

Nureyev’s eyebrow arched, “Confidence. An interesting play, given how our last game went.”

Bee Bee hummed, tilting her head so her earrings rang. Desta had clearly made them, they were exquisitely wrought discs of ceramic and bronze, painted with tiny flowers. She’d been doing a lot of pottery work lately, straying away from her usual canvasses.

“Funny, daddy, I don’t recall how our last game went. I prefer to focus on the game in front of me. First rule of thieving, right?”

Nureyev’s smile curled up at one end and he was clearly suppressing a chuckle, “Let’s start then. You can have the first question.”

Bianca tilted her head in thought, “Hmm...have you read Sephy’s manuscript?”

Nureyev’s eyes widened, “What? Have you? He’s not been letting anyone read it until his editor gets back to him, not even Idun!”

Her eyebrow lifted and her grin became truly smug, “Is that your question, daddy?”

He bristled the way a cornered cat would, “No. I want to know what planet you were just on.”

“Works for me. Let’s play!”

If Juno had thought Nureyev was fast back at the Oasis, now he thought he must grow four extra arms to keep up. He and Bianca were a flurry of effortlessly manicured, pale, spidery hands and laser burned, clever fingered, dark brown hands, all working to outwit the other set in ways that there was no hope of following. Juno gave up quickly, motioning Desta over to the sofa to the side of the table, making polite small talk about her latest gallery opening on Jupiter where the art scene had gone wild at the idea of an anonymous artist with such magnificent, bold pieces. He didn’t know a damn thing about art, especially good art, but the way the kid’s eyes lit up when she talked about her work was good enough for him.

They broke off when the hand ended, Bianca grinning in triumph and Nureyev scowling and gritting his teeth.

“No,” he said, short and clipped, “My own son, my flesh and blood, whom I gave life to will not let me read his manuscript.”

Bianca’s smile softened a little, “He just cares about your opinion. He doesn’t want you to read it until it’s absolutely perfect and even then he’s probably going to still worry you don’t like it.”

Nureyev gave a non committal grunt but it was clear she’d mollified him. Juno would have piped up and told him that he hadn’t been allowed to read it either but Nureyev already knew that. And he knew it didn’t stop either of them being so damn proud of their son, selling his first novel to a publisher at just twenty years old, after a childhood of watching him typing away on his comms, writing his little stories.

“Your turn, daddy,” Bianca smiled sweetly, shamelessly using every weapon she’d had since she was born to wrap the galaxy’s greatest thief around her little finger.

He drew in a breath and set his shoulders. Juno had seen him square up for fights before, he knew that look behind his cat eye glasses. Clearly Bianca had caught him on the back foot, bringing a new level to the game that he hadn’t known she could. But he was drawing himself tight as a bow, his knuckles threatening to burst out of his skin, his teeth showing under his lip.

Once again, Juno wished that they could catch up with their children over dinner maybe, cups of tea and biscuits even, like normal people.

“What planet were you just on?” Nureyev asked again, still stuck on his first question.

Bianca smiles broadly, dark gold eyes wandering around the room, “Did you and mama redecorate?”

“Play,” Nureyev looks insulted by her question, setting to the cards.

Juno just watched this time, he’d learned that a comfortable silence was best with Desta sometimes. He saw a lot of his younger self in the girl his daughter had brought back from one of her first big jobs. That didn’t bode well at all for the poor kid so he was always careful to give her space and just be a quiet presence beside her. It seemed to be working, she shifted closer to him after a minute of nothing but cards hitting the table, sounding like bird wings, and actually rested her head on his shoulder.

Juno smiled and let his eye wander over the table, not trying to make sense of the erratic movements and patterns that seemed to rise and fall apart within seconds, but just watching his husband and their daughter be brilliant at something. He had fun finding the eerie similarities in their expressions and their mannerisms, how she looked so much like him but acted so much like Nureyev.

He was so deep in his own thoughts that the only reason he didn’t miss the reveal was Nureyev’s startled noise of dismay.

“What?” he looked down at their cards like he was looking at a cat with two heads doing a tap dance across the table, “But...but I…”

Bianca tilted her head, humming innocently, “Something wrong, daddy?”

“How did you do that?” he demanded, stunned, “I’ve never used that method with you and I invented it myself, how could you know about it? How could you counter it so fast?”

“This is all very nice but all I care about is if that wallpaper is new,” she actually pretend to stifle a yawn. Juno had to swallow a laugh very quickly or he’d have been sleeping on the couch.

Nureyev trembled, “Yes. Yes, it’s new, we redecorated after your mother’s pet chewed through the plaster.”

“Hey, her new teeth were coming though, okay?” Juno piped up indignantly, “They were hurting.”

Bad move, all of Nureyev’s frustrations flowed at him like a blistering wind via the glare he gave him. Maybe he should start fluffing the couch cushions now. Desta giggled beside him.

“You have something, don’t you?” Nureyev swiveled back to his eldest with realisation chasing away the clouds annoyance, “Something big. That’s why you’re playing like this.”

Bianca gave no reaction but a pretty smile, “All you have to do is ask, daddy. Well, ask and win, I guess.”

“Was I born yesterday, treasure?” Nureyev sniffed, “I know how this game is played. I will ask but only when I am in the correct position, perfectly poised to strike.”

“Cool, daddy,” Bianca seemed more interested in her nails, her posture looking like she was having a lazy brunch with a friend.

Desta murmured softly, close to Juno’s ear, “They do...love each other, right?”

“Hard to tell sometimes, isn’t it?” Juno whispered back after a rough chuckle, “But yeah, they’re devoted to each other. They’re just like this.”

They continued to be ‘like this’ for another half hour, playing round after round, questions fired like shots by Nureyev and tossed out lazily by Bianca.

“Did you pull that job over in Olympus with the melting bank notes and not come visit us?”

“So how’s your yoga class? Does Bitch Jan still go?”

“Why do you call your mother when he’s at work when you know I won’t be there?”

“That necklace is cute, is it new?”

“How the hell did you win that last goddamn round?”

“I saw you having dinner at that place on Third Street on Auntie Rita’s feed, is it any good? I was thinking of taking Desta.”

“What exactly did I do to deserve such a terrible child? No that is not my question, shut up Juno!”

The rounds went on and Nureyev’s blood pressure steadily climbed. He lost again and again to Bianca, with her barely breaking a sweat, having to give up the mundanities of their empty nester life, his attempts at baking and their redecorating and the silly streams they liked to watch.

Juno had never seen this happen before. He’d never say it out loud but Bee Bee had always been the better player, when you looked at it all together, but there had never been a game where Nureyev hadn’t taken more than a few rounds from her and it had never been so easy.

Juno narrowed his eye and studied his daughter, now with her feet up on the table and rocking her chair back on two legs, clearly enjoying this. But equally as clearly up to something. Nureyev had it dead to rights, there was something she held, something that had to be big with all the effort she was putting in to make him unwrap it.

Before he could help it, Juno was adding it up. And, in less than a moment, in less time than it took for Bianca to tear her winning hand into shreds and playfully blow them in Nureyev’s direction, he had it.

“Holy shit!” he yelped, slapping a hand over his mouth a second too late.

Bianca shot him a sparkling grin and a look in her eyes like she knew he’d get it eventually. She put her finger to her red painted lips.

“What?” Nureyev looked like he didn’t know whether to flip the table or cry now, eyes darting between the two of them, “Oh come on! Now he knows?”

“He is a detective,” Bee Bee pointed out, “And you are supposed to be good at this game, daddy. You are getting old, huh?”

Nureyev grit his teeth, finger trembling in the air, a million cutting responses crowding on his tongue. But then he dropped his hand to the table and inhaled sharply, letting it come out again in a long, low hiss.

“You know what? Let’s do this. My question...what are you keeping from me, Bianca Nureyev?”

Bee Bee only smiled, almost in acceptance, and pondered a moment, “Um...did you like that podcast I sent you?”

The creases on Nureyev’s brow deepend, “But...but you know that? I told you that? Weeks ago?”

Bee Bee looked untroubled, “Pass or play, daddy?”

“Play,” Nureyev eventually said, after a long moment of him clearly wracking his brain for what new machination their daughter had just put into motion, deciding to let it run.

The difference was palpable, even from where Desta and Juno sat. Before she’d been snake-like in how quick and deadly her movements were, now she was deferential, walking right into his snares without a care, doing something no self respecting Nureyev or Steel had ever done. She was playing fair. All while smiling like she’d already won.

It was a quick slaughter. No one was surprised when they turned their cards over and Nureyev held the winning hand. No one but Nureyev himself.

“I...I don’t understand…” he muttered to himself, as his hands moved automatically to tear his cards, “How did you...after everything…”

“Would you like your answer?” Bianca swung her legs down, leaning close, now intent and eager.

Nureyev almost looked terrified, like he was waiting for a trap to spring around his neck but he couldn’t see how yet, “Yes...yes, fine. What’s this big secret?”

Bianca beamed, like she’d been waiting for this since she walked through the door, “You’re going to be a grandpa.”

Nureyev didn’t seem to register it at first, his face still set in puzzlement. Then his eyes went very, very wide and he sat bolt upright, jaw practically hitting his chest.

Bianca laughed, already standing to go and hug him as tight as she could, only just managing to get out her apologies, her assurances that it was just too hard to resist teasing him, through her giggles. If the way Nureyev clasped her close and buried his face in her cloud of hair, already crying, she was forgiven.

Juno gave himself a moment before he jumped up and pounced on them, a moment to watch them and just how much they loved each other.

A moment to think how, right now, he was so glad they weren’t a conventional family.

#jupeter #juno steel #peter nureyev #tpp #the penumbra podcast #bianca nureyev #happy birthday Jackie!#so glad you like this!

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tavi-hayes · 4 years

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practice challenge ~ life before the selection

((okay, so please forgive me for any spelling/grammar errors i tried. also, idk if i will have the time to write the other 2 prompts but i will definitely try! also this thing below is supposed to be like a letter (that’s also why it’s short, i mean who has the time to write more than 1k words in a letter), and on top the envelope. i know my editing skills are out-of-this-world, but really this is the best i could do))

3th of May 2090

Dear dad,

I hope you are well, I mean given the circumstances of course. How is your leg? Do you get any painkillers? This stupid country just keeps on amazing me. How can someone smuggle in a gun? It’s supposed to be a max security prison, right? Anyhow, I hope you are well!

I might just have the best news ever. Mom picked up her violin again. I mean, can you believe it? It was just lying under your bed collecting dust for the past 6 years. The other day I noticed the bedroom door being open, and when I looked inside to see what was going on, she was just sitting there on the floor with the violin in her hands. She hasn’t played anything yet, for all I know she hasn’t even touched the strings but still, this is an amazing start.

She misses you terribly. We all do.

As I’m writing this, there is a massive snowstorm happening outside. It’s May already and Winnipeg is covered in snow. It was freezing this morning, with a temperature of 15.6°F. And people are still saying climate change isn’t real. How’s the weather for you? You’re even more up north than we are.

Despite this snow problem, I’m at work right now. Mr Wood said I didn’t have to come, “we won’t have many customers today” he said. And he was right, only one person has entered the store so far and it was to ask if we happened to sell any booze. Crazy man, the store’s name is on the sign on the windows. I told him “no I’m sorry sir, this is a music store.” Then he spat on the floor and left. People.

Lola says hi btw, she says her fam often lights a candle for you.

Speaking of Lo, Mr Wood made her his official co-owner of the store. She is technically my boss now, it’s so crazy. So now Mr Wood is teaching her how to run the store, explaining everything like how to do the accounts, how to make a profit, where to buy new instruments and so on. I thought she would find it boring, but that’s not the case at all. She seems very motivated to run the store.

OH dad! We had another band practice last Saturday, and oh it went so well. I know we’re not really your type of music, but I’m sure you would have been very proud. Also remember the new song Felix and I wrote, The World Turning? I think I told you about it in my last letter. Anyhow, I think people actually like it? Our video online has more views than we had expected. Last time I checked it had over 11,000 views and given that it has been up there for a little longer than 1 month is just insane. And the comments, dad, they’re all positive. People have been calling themselves The Whisperers. You know, because were Five Whispers. It blows my mind. We just need to save some more money for the trip, but then I will bring my iPod and you can actually hear our music.

I think you would like it, despite it being nothing like jazz music.

Before I forget, Daniel and Molly have been teaching Melody to say some words. They came over the other day, and when they showed Mel a picture of you, she said grandpa. Well not exactly, more like ‘grampy’ but she did it! It was so cute. Can you believe she is already 18 months? She is growing up way too fast.

Speaking of growing up way too fast. Aria has a boyfriend now! She is 12 years old, so I’m not sure she gets the entire concept of love yet. I guess this means I must be the one to explain her about the birds and the bees. Or maybe I can talk Daniel into it, I mean he has a kid I’m sure he can get the message across. I already had the pleasure to meet the little fellow because she brought him over the other day. His name is Vinny, he lives in our neighbourhood and they go to public school together. It’s just all so cute! And you know what I found yesterday? Well, I was just casually cleaning the house when I found a little notebook under her bed, besides some other stuff but I will spare you the details. Anyhow, the little book contained an entire plan for her future wedding. It also had a drawing in it. It was all of us on her wedding day, Aria in her princess dress. But it was a family portrait, all of us, including you. Then she walked in, saw me with her notebook which was apparently ‘a secret diary’ so she didn’t really appreciate me have a peek inside…

I miss you dad. I wish you could be here with us, so you can be a part in these stories.

Lots of love,

Octavia

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#selectionoc #practice challenge #fic

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forever-rogue · 5 years

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Unintended Consequences - Part 4

Summary: Y/N and Ben had been best friends since the day six year old Y/N dropped her ice cream in front of Ben and he had offered her his. The rest is history. Until Ben went to Hollywood and disappeared for five years, before suddenly waltzing back into Y/N’s life with one simple request.

A/N: You. Guys. Are. The. Best. Thank you so much for all your support on this story! I hope you guys continue to enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! Taglists are open! Please let me know what you think, or if there are tag issues! xx

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: slight language

MASTERLIST

“Stop.”

Ben’s face fell as she gently put her hands on his broad chest and pushed him a few steps back, shaking her head in a mixture of both confusion and anger. She was annoyed at him, ever so slightly, but mostly herself. She had given into him so easily, a few looks from him and she all but become putty in his hands.

Just a few minutes prior they had been arguing but just as easily she had given in to her ever desire and kissed him. And the worst part was that it had felt so right, so perfect. His lips had been the perfect combination of rough and smooth as they meshed with hers, moving in perfect harmony like they had meant to be.

“Y/N-”

“I shouldn’t have let you kiss me,” her voice was a whisper, barely audible to his ears. But he could hear loud and clear the message she was trying to get across, “this was a mistake.”

“W-why was this a mistake?” his voice had a saddened tinge to it, cracking slightly as he desperately searched her face for any sign that she was joking. He wanted there to be an ah-ha moment, but the torn expression on his face suggested otherwise, “my love, please just-”

“No,” she couldn’t let him get a word in edgewise, knowing she’d have a complete breakdown if he did. This was what she had waited for, desperately wished, even prayed for, for years; and while it felt so right, she knew it was wrong. She hadn’t kissed her best friend Benny, she’d kissed budding Hollywood star Ben, a boy she didn��t know.

“Give me one good reason for why that was a mistake,” he steeled his gaze and practically forced her to look at him. His stomach felt like it was it in a knot, as he struggled to come to terms with that fact that she might not feel the same as he had always about her. Y/N opened and closed her mouth a few times, seeking for the right words to properly explain the gravitas of the situation.

“Because I’m in love with you,” she blurted out suddenly, and Ben’s jaw dropped at her confession, almost hitting the floor. Her hands flew to her mouth as she realized just how effortlessly the words had come out, like it hadn’t even taken a second thought.

“Y-you’re in love with me?” there was the familiar shy tone and quality she had always known him to possess. A little bit of Benny was coming through his Hollywood persona and bravado he displayed.

“I mean...I should rephrase,” she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, hiding her face in her hands as her cheeks turned a bright crimson, “I was in love with you. I loved you, Benny, since we were kids. I always thought it would end up being us together. But the day you walked away from me and never looked back changed it all. You’re not the same person anymore. I don’t love this Ben.”

“I-I’m still the same me,” he grew despondent as she stepped away from him, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. Ben tried to grab her hand, but she pulled out of his reach, “please, Y/N, I love you too. T-the feeling’s always been mutual. Don’t just run from this. W-we can make this work. It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“There’s nothing to run from,” she sighed quietly, gnawing on her lower lip, “there is no us, there never has been and there never will be.”

“Y/N, please just listen to me-” he was ready to get on the ground and beg, but she remained so distant that it was enough to cause him to remain rooted in the spot.

“I’m going to go to bed, Ben,” she gave him a nod and turned on her heel before he could say anything else. It was still light outside, but an overwhelming sense of exhaustion set into her bones. This day, and everything it contained, was more overwhelming and tiring than she could have imagined. And that fact that she had found out that her pining for Ben had mutual was nothing short of shocking.

But it meant nothing at this point. What was done was done, and the past was just that - the past.

She closed the door behind her, taking care to lock it, hoping he didn’t have a key for it. Looking around the large room, it was much more space than she could ever need, she felt so out of place. She felt like a pauper in a princess’ room. Everything was brand new, sans for the few items that had been brought over from her apartment.

A picture that stood on the cubed nightstand next to the bed caught her as the last remnants of sunlight glinted off of the frame. Instantly recognizing that it wasn’t one from her own collection, she padded over to it and picked it up, tracing a finger over the ornate golden frame.

Contained in the glass housing was a photo of her and Ben, caught mid-laugh, as he looked at her with the most adoring expression on his face. Her stomach churned and she slammed the picture face down. After thinking about it for a few more moments, she hastily scooped up the frame and threw it on the floor, smashing the glass into hundreds of tiny shards. A tinge of regret clouded her senses as she crouched down on the floor next to the mess.

“Is everything okay in there?” Ben knocked on the door before jiggling the handle and tutting when he realized it was locked, essentially closing him off from her in a literal and metaphorical sense. Groaning, he closed his eyes as he rested his hand against on the cool wooden, “I heard something break. What happened?”

“Please just go away,” she mumbled through her hands, attempting her best to fight off the sobs that threatened to rack her body. The only think that echoed in her mind was regret, regret, regret.

Regret for letting him go all those years and not fighting harder to get him back.

Regret for letting him back into her life after he had abandoned her.

Regret for agreeing to this silly arrangement.

Regret for confessing she had ever loved him.

“Why won’t you let me in?” Ben wasn’t quite sure the context of the question himself. But however she would let him in, into the room and back into her heart – he didn’t care her. He just wanted her.

She remained silent for a long moment, trying her best to search for an answer. Why? Well there were a million different reasons.

“Ben, I don’t want I do this right now,” her voice cracked as she looked down at the smashed picture. She began to use her bare hands to push the glassine shards into a small pile. The small bits pricked the delicate skin of her hands, threatening to draw crimson blood as she carried on her wanton attempt at cleaning up the mess, “just let me be right now.”

“I’m not moving from this spot until you talk to me,” he sighed, but before she could rebut what he had said, she heard him slide down the length of the door before he met the floor with a dull thud. She had known him for so long, he wondered why she hadn’t realized just how serious he was.

“If you love me let me go,” her hands were filled with the fragments as she stood up and scanned the large expanse for a trashcan. Luckily, she located one in the corner of the room and dumped everything in the bin, gingerly attempting to rid her hands of all the bits. It was no use though; her hands became littered with small bits of red as blood bubbled to the surface.

Going back to the mess she had made, she retrieved the gilded frame and photograph, giving them only a quick glance before shoving them into the bin as well. Pausing, quietly as possible, Y/N found that she could still hear Ben’s ragged breathing from the other side of the door, “listen, Ben. Just leave me be, and tomorrow we can start off fresh. It’ll be like we met each other for the first time. You’re my boss, technically, and I’m your employee.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he pinched the bridge of his nose with his calloused fingertips, trying to comprehend why she was making this so much harder than it needed to be, “how are you supposed to let go of someone you love so deeply?”

“You can learn,” she hung her head before sitting against the door as well, mirroring his actions even though he couldn’t see her. Mulling over her next words, she closed her eyes and let out a long breath, “I’ve had to let go of people I’ve loved before...several times.”

“Y/N,” it was a meek soft sound, and he was trying to hold back his own tears. Few things in life managed to move him this much, even though he had a gentle heart. That heart had hardened a lot over the last couple of years, but he was forever soft for her. He quickly made it up in his mind that he would oblige her and do whatever she wanted - if it meant the possibility of winning her back he would do it. Tapping his lips with his finger thoughtfully he finally agreed, “okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh fuck,” groaning at the soreness in her hands and the stiffness in her back, Y/N surveyed her still unfamiliar surroundings. She pulled herself up from her slumped over position on the floor and stretched to alleviate the stiffness in her bones. Maybe sitting in front of a door all night, listening to Ben’s even breathing, entwined with the occasional sniff, wasn’t the brightest idea in the world. She thought she might feel better after a night’s rest, but she only felt worse, having not been able to rest much at all, her mind fraught with tons of different thoughts.

There was early morning light filtering in through the sheer curtains, a sight which normally would have cheered her up and started her day off right, but today it was a sad reminder that it was the start of a new reality.

Going through the dresser that had been meticulously filled with her clothes. Everything had been folded and color coordinated, which annoyed her for some reason, so she dug through it, deliberately making a mess as searched for something, anything to wear.

Finally finding something suitable, she grabbed the clothes and slammed the drawer shut before trapezing to the door. Praying that Ben wouldn’t be there anymore, she slowly opened the heavy door, she stuck her head out and swept the corridor, relieved to find herself alone.

Padding silently to the bathroom that would be hers, she noticed that his bedroom door was open, but there was not a single sound echoing throughout the empty apartment. He must be gone she shrugged to herself before stepping into the spacious bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

The bathroom was large and brand new, the surfaces practically glittering. It was all too much and she almost didn’t want to use anything. But the soft smell of all the expensive looking soaps, shampoos, and conditioners ended up winning her over and gave in, pulling a fluffy towel down from the rack. She turned on the shower, letting it get to almost scalding, as hot steam filled the space.

Stripping off her clothes, she stepped into the shower, closing the glass behind her and admiring the beautiful tile. She could never even dream of this luxury and yet where she was in the midst of it.

The hot water felt like heaven against her skin, like it was washing away all her sins and leaving her anew, pure and innocent. Closing her eyes, she stood under the steady stream, letting the spray work out all of the kinks in her sore body.

After a few quiet minutes, the most peaceful she’d had in a while, she decided to actually wash her hair and body. Reaching for the shampoo bottle, ready to pour the lightly scented liquid into her hand to massage into her scalp, a knock came at the door. Y/N almost jumped out of her skin at the sudden intrusion, not having heard anyone else come into the apartment.

“Hello?” she chanced, wrapping her arms over her chest as if whoever was on the otherwise of the door would be able to see her. There was a moment of odd silence before whoever it was cleared their throat.

“Ms. L/N?” the voice was familiar, too familiar, and she made a sound of discontent upon realization that it was Ben. Ready to sigh and tell him off, he interrupted her, “I’m Mr. J-Hardy. Your new boss. I just wanted to let you know that I was home. I’ve brought breakfast if you’re hungry. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. But please, take all the time you need to get ready.”

The words lingering in the air for a bit as she tried to picture out what exactly he was playing at. The conversation from last night flooded back to her and then it hit her - he was just respecting what she had asked for. A new, fresh start. They were no longer Y/N and Benny, lifelong best friends, no, now they were just Ms. L/N and her employer, Mr. Hardy.

“Okay,” the word rolled off her tongue and left a bitter taste in her mouth. Was this what she had really wanted – to play strangers and pretend like nothing had happened between them? There was a beat of still quietness before she heard his footsteps walking away, only audible for a few moments before they disappeared completely.

She held her hands up to her face, wiping away the salty tears that had slid down her face and mixed in with the hot water. The little cuts all over her hands stung, but it was almost nothing compared to the sting in her heart. It seemed like no matter what decision she made the situation ended up worse; but she was so deep in, she didn’t know how to begin to remedy the situation. Considering walking away from the whole thing, calling it quits or tapping out early, appeared to be the most practical solution.

As always though, practical and conventional had never been her strong suit, and she came to the conclusion that she would need to stick it out. The old her would never have been a quitter, Ben would never have allowed that. Besides all of that, it would be an easy gig – a life of jet setting and glamorous events, getting to sit, quite literally, the lap of luxury.

A familiar pang of guilt settled into her stomach, but she pushed it away - a job was a job after all, and she would be performing a service of sorts. Maybe it was time in life that something nice was handed to her. She had been through a lot in the time since she’d had to face the world away and isolated from Ben, and a small light seemed to be appearing at the end of the tunnel. Taking advantage of the opportunity was nothing to be ashamed off, and plenty of other people would have eagerly jumped at the even the slightest chance to be in her position.

“This is fine,” she said aloud to herself, her voice reverberating against the tile of warm shower, almost echoing slightly. She grabbed some of the fancy looking apricot scrub and start to smear it on her body, working it circles to get rid of all the dirt and grim she thought was there, not stopping until her skin was red and shiny, “this can work. This will work. It’s just a job.”

Taking a deep breath, trying her best to keep herself calm and collected, Y/N stepped out of the bathroom and into the coolness of the long hallway. A light clanking of utensils came from the kitchen, and as she peeked to see what was going on, she spotted Ben sitting at the counter, his face hidden behind a newspaper as he absentmindedly ate his breakfast. Raking her fingers through her still damp hair, she walked over to him, focusing on the spread of food he had returned him with rather than him.

“Good morning,” there was an almost cold tone to his voice, and It felt out of character for him. Not rude per se, but the gentle persona he had always had with her. He was playing it all up, whether or not intentional, he was doing it well, ever so the actor. There was a moment of pause before he set the crinkled paper down and looked at her. There were dark circles under his eyes and his skin had an almost sallow quality to it. He extended his hand across the counter to her, a slight tremble to it, “I’m Ben.”

A small, shaky breath escaped her lips as she took his hand in her own, grasping it firmly and giving a good shake, “Y/N. It’s…nice to meet you, Ben.”

“You too,” he chanced a small smile as he set let go of her hand, somewhat reluctantly, “tell me, are you a breakfast person?”

“Never been much of a fan of breakfast,” she admitted, feigning as though he didn’t already know the exact answer, “but I had this old friend who would always bring me something in the mornings. He knew that my stomach would be in knots all day if I didn’t eat.”

“Sounds like a good friend,” there was a coy nature to his voice, and he appeared more relaxed as she pulled a plate from one of the cabinets after searching for a few moments. She surveyed the spread: jams, cheeses, toast, muesli, fresh fruit, yogurts, bacon, before piling her plate high with a little bit of everything.

“He was a good friend,” she said before moving to sit down next to him, keeping a small bit of distance between their bodies, making sure there would be no accidental brushing of limbs, “I dunno what happened to him. But it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“No,” he rested his chin in his hands, thoughtfully stroking at the tiny bit of stubble covering his jaw, “I suppose it doesn’t. Tell me, Y/N, what do you want out of this experience?”

“That is a good question, and I suppose a logical one,” she took a bite of some cheese on toast and chewed thoughtfully. What did she want out of this? Sure, it had been mostly about the money in the first place, but now she wasn’t so sure anymore. Was she just trying to prove a point – but what was that point? Or was she just in it to get her best friend back, missing the closeness and intimacy they had shared for years. All of it the little voice in her mind screamed at her. She swallowed the bite, “money. I could really use the money. I’ve…hit some rough patches recently and it helps out a lot.”

“W-what’s happened?” his sage eyes softened as he tried to figure out exactly what had happened with her. It was a weird sensation, being next to someone you used to know better than anyone else but have them be an almost complete stranger. He used to know every detail of her life inside and out, and he just concluded that he hadn’t even realized what she started doing after university.

“I lost my job not that long ago,” she admitted after a few beats of awkward silence. She wasn’t sure if she should confess everything to him in earnest or just put a façade and play the part of the fake, bubbly girlfriend. But the look in his eyes told her that he cared – he was asking as Benny, and not anyone else, “I used to work at one of the local hospitals, as an overnight nurse. A small group of people didn’t like me there, for whatever reason, and more or less made it out that I was stealing narcotics. Which I wasn’t, but they were, and for whatever reason my boss decided to believe them over me, and they fired me on the spot. It’s been a little hard to get a job with that looming over me.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he angled himself so he was facing her, “if I would have known- “

“How would you have known?” she flicked her eyes downward to the plate in front of her, “we’ve only just met. And you’ve already presented me with an amazing job opportunity. I think you can imagine why I took it.”

“Yes,” his first clenched slightly at his side as the corners of his mouth pulled into a frown, “well, either way, I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I hope you’ll be much more comfortable working with me. I’m not going to fire you for something you didn’t do.”

“I hope you don’t plan on firing me at all,” she almost laughed in spite of herself, but stopped once she noticed his eyes drifting to her hands, raking over all the little cuts. She coughed and pulled the sleeves of her sweater further down in a vain attempt to cover them, “I plan on doing everything in my power to make sure you’re happy and satisfied.”

“I have no doubt,” he said quietly, and a sort of comfortable silence fell over them. It was the most calm and cordial they had been since they had reunited, and for some reason it felt okay. It was no where near what they used to be like, but it was a start as they slowly became reintroduced to one another, “I have…another question. And this is just for business purposes, of course…”

“Go on,” she cocked as eyebrow as she popped a few fresh, sweet grapes into her mouth. He nodded before twiddling his thumbs nervously, “Ben?”

“A-are you currently seeing anyone?” ah, there was the question that had been lingering in his mind. She set down the fork she had been playing with before looking at him pointedly.

“No,” she swore it seemed like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, “I haven’t seen anyone since…my last relationship with the complete scum of the earth reached its’ conclusion.”

“What exactly happened?”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” she wasn’t ready to cross into that territory just yet. Not with him or anyone else, “that’s for another time. When we’ve gotten better acquainted.”

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, his cheeks turning a light pink as he tried to rebound, “it’s not my place to pry into your personal life.”

“You’re right,” she agreed, “but it’s no matter. So, tell me, boss man, what’s on the agenda for today? Anything we need to do?”

“Not today,” he said as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his calendar that he kept meticulously updated, “nothing until tomorrow, and at the end of this week we’re leaving for LA.”

“LA!?” she almost slid out of her seat with excitement. She’d never been to the famed City of Angels before, and to say she was thrilled would be putting it lightly, “that’s amazing! I’ve been wanting to go- “

“For ages,” he finished for her, the smallest of cheeky smirks appearing on his face, “and then it’s off to New York, and a couple of other spots. I’ve got some friends I want you to meet.”

“Friends, huh?” she couldn’t hold back the sly little comment, and noticed a little flicker across his face, “w-well, I’m looking forward it.”

“It’ll be nice to get away and get a fresh start somewhere,” she finished off the fresh orange juice in her glass, before heading over to the sink to deposit everything in there. She stopped for a moment before turning to him, “please tell me you don’t have a maid for this…”

“I won’t tell you then,” he gave her a sheepish grin and she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, how about this,” she sauntered over to him, “I’ll accept your lifestyle, the one you lead now, if you’re willing to make some concessions to me.”

“Shoot.”

“No maid, no laundry service, no chefs, nothing like that,” she proposed and he tilted his head as he fought back a smile. A little bit of the girl he had always known was creeping back into her, “we live like normal people because we are normal people. This isn’t like us, Benny...we can be ourselves. Okay?”

“Okay.” Benny. Us. He liked the sounds of those words. Those words meant she wasn’t completely done with him, and he clung onto to that little bit of feeling as tightly as he could. He would win her heart back, whatever it took.

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 5 years

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Level 4

How is everyone doing? Are you enjoying the seasonal shorts? I hope so :) I’m getting ready to head out of town for the Holiday’s but never fear! I’ve got everything all cued up for your viewing enjoyment!

Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse

Master List here or check the tag Ikesen AFK.

Warnings: None

Happy Reading! T~

Level 4

You logged yourself in at 6:35pm. Deciding that it would be a good idea to get all your shopping done before you were supposed to meet up with everyone. You didn’t want to be the only one unprepared. Then Yuki’d really never let you hear the end of it, and you super didn’t want to deal with that. With the flick of your joystick, you headed for the market to grab the lance you’d been eyeing for a week now. Making sure to snack between conversations with the shopkeepers.

Once your business in town was finished, you headed to your meeting point, arriving with five minutes to spare. After a few moments of fiddling around with your headset, your control began to vibrate.

*Nin-nin0217 has invited you to a group chat.*

With a smile on your face, you happily accepted.

Braves6Coins → Yo! Where you at?

Nin-nin0217 → She’s sitting over there. Near that bush.

With a smile on your face you prompted your avatar to wave. Sticking your tongue out at Yuki when he flipped you the bird.

Ur a child. ← WildCyt0m3try

TigerOfKai681 → Oho, she’s got spirit. I like it. The name suits you, Wild.

God_of_War → We’re wasting time. Let’s go

RoseW@terHeals010 → Were you seriously about to leave with out me!? Jeeze, hold your horses wouldya

God_of_War → The only one here with a horse is Brave, and you and I both know he’s got no clue how to ride it.

Braves6Coins → Hey! Wth man!

God_of_War → Are you done? Can we go?

RoseW@terHeals010 → Oh my gosh. @Brave6Coins did that hurt? Do you need ice?

Braves6Coins → Shove it!

TigerOfKai681 → Now, now. Is that any way to talk to a lady?

Fine_as_art1156 → Technically no, but how can you be so sure Rose is, in fact, a lady? Depending on stat growth, it makes more sense to play as a female character if one wishes to have access to the gremory class later on.

RoseW@terHeals010 → Now that’s just uncalled for. I’m a bonafide female. Both Brave and Nin can vouch for me there.

Brave6Coins → Who said I wanted too?

Nin-nin0217 → Rose is indeed a female.

RoseW@aterHeals010 → Thank you Nin! At least someone here wants to be healed today.

God_of_War → If you don’t plan on doing your job, why did you even bother showing up?

RoseW@terHeals010 → I came specifically to piss you off.

TigerOfKai681 → Ladies, gentlemen, War...we have a guest, we’re being very rude.

You’re being hysterical, is what you’re being. xD You guys are crazy! ← WildCyt0m3try

TigerOfKai681 → Happy we could entertain you, my lady. *bows*

You rolled your eyes at the wall of text that quickly began turning into another argument. At least this wouldn’t be boring. How did they find the time to get anything done bickering like this? You wondered as you followed them out of town and into the swap map. At least you’d get to take out a few good beasties tonight.

The group of you weren’t on the map long before you got the notification to turn your headset on.

“Is everyone here?” A voice you knew to be Sasuke’s asked over the intercom.

“Yes.” A deep baritone came through your speakers. It came out a low rumble though a bit domineering, instantly commanding your attention. Who the hell was that?

“Tiger of Kai also present.” The light tone of his voice made you smile, that certainly wasn’t what you had been expecting. At least his response narrowed down your question.

“Fine Art is here.” His voice lower, yet slightly more nasally than Tiger’s, though he spoke slower with a draw on his vowels.

“Brave checking in. I’m all good to go!” Yuki’s voice played, urgent and familiar as ever.

“Rose here, reporting for duty.” The soft soprano of your friend’s voice was in stark contrast to the voices she followed.

“Wild is present.” You spoke into your microphone, choosing to speak after everyone else had gone through the roll call, oddly nervous for them to hear your voice.

“Oh, see! Wild most certainly is a girl!” Tiger exclaimed in excitement. “No, a woman. With the voice of a goddess!”

“Uh, I think that may be a bit much.” You responded, wondering if this guy was for real. Then again, Rose had warned you at lunch he was a major flirt.

“She’s a boar is what she is,” Yukimura called out over Tiger’s ramblings.

“So you know Wild as well then?” Art questioned over the ensuing argument.

“Does it matter?” The man you assumed by now was War asked, the exasperation clear in his voice. “Can we get on with this quest? Or do you all plan to just stand around and blather all day?”

“I’m just trying to get to know my teammates,” Tiger responded defensively.

“Best not to let him get to know you too well, ladies,” Sasuke responded, sending the whole group into a tizzy. It wasn’t often that anyone got to hear him use that tone of voice.

You were so busy enjoying the conversation the group had to offer you almost missed the change in music as you pushed forward through the swamp.

“Uh guys, beasties. Twelve o’clock.” You called over the mic. Taking down a low-level monster that had come careening through the forest in your direction.

The entire group sprung into action, moving around the map to better defend yourselves and the area. It didn’t take long to take care of the surprise attack, and the intercom system came back to life quickly as everyone became less concentrated on using their unit for battle.

“So, you’re not completely useless.” War commented as you hacked at another enemy.

“Uh, thanks. I think?” You responded in near confusion as a new mission header popped up across your display.

*Mission: Defend the base for 12 turns, or defeat all of the enemies. Fail: The base falls, all units defeated.*

It looked easy enough, but that didn’t mean anything. This game was quickly becoming known for its ridiculous curveballs. With its initial success and players becoming more and more adept at defeating the challenges, the creators had become increasingly creative at taking down the higher ranking players. So it was better to watch out. Especially with someone in a Master Class on the team. The last thing you wanted to do was be smacked across the swamp by some weird-ass beast that regenerated every two turns if you couldn’t defeat it fast enough. Not on your to-do list for the evening.

As each player accepted the mission, positions were distributed, and the map was enlarged in the top left corner of your TV. So you had all been separated.

“So, what’s the plan? It looks like they divided us to the far corners, with Art being the closest to the base. Are we all bee-lining to take defensive measures, or do we just want to cut down anything we come across?” You asked wondering how your new team wanted to go about this.

“A beautiful voice and brains! Where did you find this woman?” Tiger asked in a sing-song voice.

“In a dungeon. Can we please move on?” Yukimura seethed. Technically he wasn’t wrong. You and Rose did work in the basement of the hospital, it was an apt nickname for the lab.

“I say we split the jobs.” Sasuke cut in. “Tiger, you’re not going to make it very far, so I say you do what you can and obliterate anything that’s dumb enough to get near you.”

“That I can do.” The smile was evident in Tiger’s voice.

“Art, are you okay to hold down the fort? Blow things away from a distance? We’ll send Wild in as back-up. Her movement stat is exceptional, and she can cover the most ground the fastest.” Sasuke suggested, and you preened internally at the compliment.

“I would love back-up. Wild, whenever you can get here would be wonderful.” Art spoke through his mic.

“Rose, you should work your way towards the middle of the field where that forest is. You can hide in the terrane while also healing using your wide faith magic range to your advantage.”

“Roger that,” Rose responded with enthusiasm.

“Brave, since you’re on the horse do what you can to take out as many beasts as you can before they reach Rose. Once you get there and the forest is secured for her, make your way around the field.” Sasuke suggested.

“So take down as many beasts as possible for Rose. Got it.” Yuki replied, a little too smug.

“War, please feel free to do as you always do,” Sasuke spoke, quick to interject the fight that was bound to start with Yuki and Rose.

“Of course.” His voice was drawn out, and you could sense the smile. War was going to enjoy this.

“I’ll wander the map, open up any gates and chest I see before making my way towards the base. Sound like a plan?”

“A very good one.” You replied, excited for the battle to begin. The muddled confirmation of your teammates could be heard in your headset. You couldn’t make much out with everyone talking at once, but that didn’t matter to you. This was still going to be a blast.

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will-squill-blog · 6 years

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11 Questions

hey y’all!! so i was tagged in this thing by @libtertysir (thank you for tagging me!! i’m sorry i took so long to get to this) and i’ve never done one of these before, so i really hope i did it right!! i tried to not make myself overthink the answers but there were a couple times when i did, so sorry about that,, anyways I’m gonna put my answers and all of that shit under the cut BUT the people I’m tagging in this next are: @georgiapeaches-n-cream, @linquenelsprite, @eldritch-queen, @theradicalace, @afantasticmess, @alexfuckingdies, @introverts-unite, @fowl-play-blue-jay y’all don’t have to feel obligated to do this if you’d rather not, but yeah!! if you are, you should at least read the bottom of the posts bc the questions for y’all to answer are down there,, anyways-

What is your earliest memory of school?

Before elementary school, I went to this school/daycare place called “the young school”. I have multiple specific memories from there, (including being taught how to yo-yo and not at ALL figuring it out, getting very concerned over the words to “ring around the rosie”, and not at all understanding the point of nap-time) but the very earliest is from the first day there, when I realized I had to be separated from my brother and was absolutely terrified.

What is your favorite candy bar, and describe everything good about it!

Kit Kats! It’s probably a pretty typical answer, but it’s always the first one that comes to mind. I love that they break into two, and they’re so crunchy! My favorite part has to be the flavors, though. We have this asian market a little while away from my house that sells a bunch of flavor variations, and they’re so good! Most places just have chocolate and vanilla (which is seasonal), but this place has cookies and cream, matcha green tea, strawberry, peach, mango, and some others! I’ve seen pictures online of the amount of flavors they offer in Japan, and they look so good!! My only problems with them are that I can’t try all the flavors ‘cause they aren’t here, and, of course, that they have milk (I’m lactose intolerant).

What 3 songs would you use to introduce someone to your favorite band?

I don’t really think I have a favorite band? I usually don’t, I just listen to whatever music I’m feeling at that point. Although if I did have to pick a favorite right now, it’d be NSP, and the songs I pick would vary GREATLY depending on the person. However, I actually was going to introduce them to someone I know, and was going with “take on me”, “peppermint creams”, and “6969”!

What was one weird thing you did with your friends in high school that you’re not afraid to admit?

I’m gonna be real, y’all, I’m still in high school! I don’t think I’ve done anything weird enough yet that it would fit here, so I guess I can’t answer this one.

What musical instrument do you hate hearing the most, and why?

This might be very obscure, but a “crank-style ratchet”? We were doing an activity in music class and someone chose that for their instrument and let me tell you, this thing sounds HORRIBLE. I couldn’t think of an actual instrument, it’s more of a noisemaker, so I’m sorry if my answer technically doesn’t count!

If you could, what personality trait of yours would you give to everyone else in the world?

I’m pretty sure “acceptance” is a personality trait, so it’d be that one. Just so people can be less bigoted, you know?

If you could learn any skill, what would it be, why, and how would you use that skill to make at least 5 friends?

Assuming we mean skills that are physically possible, I’d want to learn art. Not regular art, I mean that next level shit. I’d want to learn how to flawlessly make art using any medium in any art style and it would always look exactly how I wanted. Every time I make any type of art- drawing, painting, sculptures, ANYTHING- it’s never quite right. I would love to be able to always make it look exactly how I wanted. I’d make friends by then being the best fucking artist to exist ever. Just make art of anything and everything, give art to people I meet, make friends.

Bees?

Honestly, I love bees but whenever I’m near them, I’m absolutely terrified of them. Fuck yeah, though, bees.

What is your favorite thing about your face? (Positive Answers Only, y’all are beautiful people)

My eyes! How they look, I mean- I have absolutely horrid vision, but that is a long and complex story for another time. Here’s a fun fact: they’re so bad I had to write this post in another software before copy-pasting it here since this format has so many words so close together that I can’t read this. I’m trying to make the format a bit easier by adding more spaces, but still. My eyes suck.

Do you have any ghost stories?

The one I remember the best is the time when I was younger that I was convinced there was a ghost since I kept hearing scratching noises on the walls and I was upstairs. There were also some strange whistling noises, but that was just the wind. Apparently the scratching was a raccoon, but I still don’t know why it sounded so close? Did it climb up the side of the house or something? Plus, it was really windy out, so how would that thing even get up there? I know it’s not that great, but it’s the first one that came to mind.

A door appears in front of you, and takes you to a room with someone who you want to forgive, and someone who you want to be forgiven by. Who are they, and what happened to between you?

Oh boy, this is a heavy question. Like, a really fucking heavy question. The person I want to be forgiven by would probably be someone who was actually best friends with my shitty, abusive ex boyfriend. We’ll call him L. He was horrible, so fucking horrible, and I still have SO MUCH trauma from that relationship, but that’s for another time. His best friend, however, knew that the things L was doing were bad, but stayed friends with him- for reasons I don’t know. I think, after things got really fucking shitty between me and L, that his best friend started to get angry at me. L’s best friend was an extremely sweet and caring person who I sometimes really, truly miss. I will never, ever understand why they stayed friends, or how you could even stay friends with someone after knowing about how badly they abused other people. Now, on the other hand, the person I want to forgive. This is a lot harder to think of. If I’m being honest, the answer I really want to give is myself? I know that’s probably kinda dumb, but there’s a lot of shit I’ve done and never fully forgiven myself for and I really, really wish I could. That shit, however, is too personal for this post.

WOW i hope i didn’t bring everyone down with that last bit hskjhfdgh

anyways !!as for the people i tagged earlier!

Your questions are:

1: If you had to pick an instrument and a color to describe yourself, what would they be? 2: Describe your favorite outfit and/or what you wore today! 3: What’s the last song you had stuck in your head? 4: Do you have a dream job, and what is it? It doesn’t have to be realistic! 5: What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? 6: Tell the story of the last time you cried from laughter! 7: What’s your favorite superhero / superpower? 8: Do you know that you’re so fucking valid and important? 9: What’s your favorite movie / video game / series of any kind that’s super obscure? 10: Do you have any stories that are actually true, but sound unbelievable? 11: What are your thoughts on birds? 

#long post #SERIOUSLY LONG POST #sorry abt this one guys..#11 questions #personal #will blurbs #i guess #not queue #here it is !

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widowsresolve · 7 years

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Tagged by @throughoutthestars!

Relationship status: Single, but with a touch of “it’s complicated?”

Favorite colors: Green and purple! Pets: Sadly, none Last song I listened to: The Fringe theme First fandom: Depending on definition of involvement either Harry Potter or G.I. Joe Hobbies: Piano, reading, some drawing, wire work, writing, doing fun things with friends Favorite book: Today I’m gonna say Lord of the Rings Worst thing I’ve eaten: Er... it’s not normally bad but there was this one chocolate chip mousse thing I had when I was little that made me hate mousse desserts for a long time Favorite place: Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my great grandparent’s property and how nice it always was to climb up in their giant willow tree

Are you named after someone? It’s sort of several people’s names smushed together to get to mine actually...

When is the last time you cried? I recently finished a rewatch of the Sailor Stars season of Sailor Moon and those finales always just get to me.

Do you like your handwriting? I do, even if I do sometimes have to adapt it so others can better read it sometimes What is your favorite lunch meat? Well, I like putting pepperoni on sandwiches Do you have kids? Nope If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I’d like to think so Do you use sarcasm? Definitely Do you still have your tonsils? Yep! Would you bungee jump? Possibly. What is your favorite kind of cereal? Marshmallow cereals Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Circumstantially dependent Do you think you’re a strong person? It depends on the context, I guess. Physically I could definitely use some more work, but I can stomach plenty of things and deal with things pretty well usually. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Mint chocolate chip What is the first thing you notice about people? Height, bearing Red or pink? Red What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? My nose means that certain kinds of glasses just do not look good which is kinda sad in some ways What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? Green, no shoes What was the last thing you ate? A sandwich What are you listening to? I’m watching some of the special features on the Fringe season 1 DVD If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Purple heart Favorite smell? Post-rain, Yankee Candle’s Mountain Lodge candle, peppermint, desserts baking in the oven Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My Dad Favorite sport to watch? I wouldn’t say I watch it regularly by any means but hockey is probably the most interesting sport I’ve ever sat and watched, though football is fun depending on who’s there to commentate over it with me Hair color? Brown Eye color? Blue Do you wear contacts? Technically speaking Favorite food to eat? Ice cream! Scary movies or comedy? Comedy Last movie you watched? Cool Runnings, if rewatches count for this What color shirt are you wearing? Pink Summer or winter? Summer Hugs or kisses? If we’re talking the chocolate kisses those are pretty good, otherwise I’m pretty much stuck with saying hugs What book are you currently reading? Firebrand Who do you miss right now? A couple of church friends specifically What is on your mouse pad? I don’t have one What is the last tv program you watched? Before currently watching some Fringe, I was technically sort of watching an episode of Ninjago (I think??) while I was working on something and it was playing in the background What is the best sound? A soft storm Rolling stones or the Beatles? I don’t really have an opinion either way. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? France Do you have a special talent? I’m apparently really good at sight reading sheet music. Where were you born? The grand state affectionately known for potatoes People you expect to participate in the survey? I always feel a bit awkward tagging people in these things, but potentially at least Emma, since I know for sure I can tag her without feeling weird?

11 Questions from @throughoutthestars 1. Do you wear socks in bed? Not really 2. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yep! 3. Have you ever been stung by a bee? No 4. Do you sleep on your stomach, back, or side? Side 5. Can you rollerskate? Technically speaking, yes 6. Ever seen a tornado? I wish 7. When’s the last time you stepped foot in a library? Less than a week ago 8. Have you ever collected something strange? There’s nothing that really jumps immediately to mind as potentially “strange” 9. Pet peeves? When people don’t pick up on ‘leave me alone’ signals, others not being able to separate from looking at their phones constantly when they’re in a situation where it’s impolite 10. Do you write poems? Rarely 11. What’s the last game you played/watched on youtube? Heroes of the Storm

My 11 Questions: 1. What movie would you change the ending to? 2. Have you ever rock climbed? 3. Peanut butter or mint with chocolate? 4. Do you prefer baking or cooking? 5. What show did you watch when you were young that has particularly stuck with you? 6. Favorite movie franchise? 7. Chemistry, physics, or biology? 8. Favorite quote? 9. Do you like puzzles? Do you prefer puzzles with fewer pieces or gigantic puzzles? 10. If you could live anywhere, where would you choose? 11. Favorite trope in fiction?

I tag: @wanderinglionheart, @dizzyella, @clairetxmple, @emilyprntisss, @buckynating, and if anyone wants to consider themselves tagged, feel free!!

#tagged for ts #idk why the spacing on this is strange #but it won't let me fix it so it's stuck like that I guess #this one seemed kinda fun so here we are #also this is surprisingly long under the cut

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cptsdofficial · 8 years

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Ask me! I'll answer honestly jesus fucking hell here we go

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? tbh i’m pretty ok with my height maybe like one (1) inch taller2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) i want a sphynx cat shgdhg3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? i like all kinds of styles’ Aesthetic but mine is wearing the same ten t shirts over and over4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Ocarina of Time5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: Jacob, dying and going to sleep6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? emotionally unstable7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? i Hate candy corn its Disgusting8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] melancholic have u seen my blog9: Are you ticklish? yea10: Are you allergic to anything? I’m allergic to Nut11: What’s your sexuality? people who give me attention12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? coffee13: Are you a cat or dog person? i like both but! probably more dog14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? vampire15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? youtube is a sin16: How tall are you? 5′8?17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? i chose my name lol bye18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] too much lol19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? idk not really but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯20: Do you like space or the ocean more? space!21: Are you religious? no22: Pet peeves? being alive

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? nocturnal

24: Favorite constellation? don’t have one25: Favorite star? don’t have one26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? no?27: Any phobias or fears? bugs28: Do you think global warming is real? who am i trump29: Do you believe in reincarnation? idk i don’t really Believe in it that much but i don’t believe against it30: Favorite movie? Totoro probably

31: Do you get scared easily? pretty much32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? idk a few34: What is a color that calms you? green or purple35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? i wanna visit Japan36: Where were you born? Indiana37: What is your eye color? brown38: Introvert or extrovert? introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? not really but i still read them40: Hugs or kisses? neither lol

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? god42: Who is someone you love deeply? jacob43: Any piercings you want? no44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? on other people yeah, i kinda want tattoos45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? smoke what lol i’m kidding yeah46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! no47: What is a sound you really hate? me talking48: A sound you really love? cronch49: Can you do a backflip? who am i sportacus50: Can you do the splits? no51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Samira Wiley!52: Favorite movie? whys this on here twice bye53: How are you feeling right now? like i still have 120 questions to go54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? what it is55: When did you feel happiest? with @cruelknives56: Something that calms you down? I’ve never once been calm in my life57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] lol58: What does your URL mean? it means i’m a borderline and i’m also an ass59: What three words describe you the most? Bad Awful Theworst 60: Do you believe in evolution? it doesn’t matter if u believe in it or not it’s still tru lol61: What makes you unfollow a blog? everything62: What makes you follow a blog? bad content63: Favorite kind of person: Jacob64: Favorite animal(s): idk but i have rats65: Name three of your favorite blogs. mine66: Favorite emoticon: i’m on desktop but the sparkle or the bee67: Favorite meme: all memes are bad68: What is your MBTI personality type? infp!69: What is your star sign? cancer71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? the same ones72: Post a selfie or two? http://generallyqueer.tumblr.com/tagged/my-face73: Do you have platform shoes? no 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? my head hurts75: Can you do a front flip? no76: Do you like birds? yea77: Do you like to swim? i used to but now dysphoria78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? swimming79: Something you wish didn’t exist: me lol80: Some thing you wish did exist: money in my wallet81: Piercings you have? only my ears82: Something you really enjoy doing: sleeping83: Favorite person to talk to: Jacob84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? bad85: How many followers do you have? on this blog, 19986: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? hwo is this someone healthy87: Do your socks always match? my socks haven’t matched in eight years88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? idk buut i’m not gonna try89: What are your birthstones? pearl and alexandrite!90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? frog91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? i.. don’t kno somebody tell me my aesthetic flower92: A store you hate? all of them93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? is that a challenge94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? fly cause my brain is enough95: Do you like to wear camo? never in my life96: Winter or summer? neither97: How long can you hold your breath for? don’t know not gonna try98: Least favorite person? me lol jake99: Someone you look up to: death himself100: A store you love? idk pac sun

101: Favorite type of shoes high tops102: Where do you live? florida103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? no104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? rose quartz probably!105: Do you drink milk? yea106: Do you like bugs? No!107: Do you like spiders? No!!!!108: Something you get paranoid about? being alive lol109: Can you draw: technically yes110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? idk111: A question you hate being asked? to describe myself112: Ever been bitten by a spider? idk113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? yea114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? cloudy115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: mothman116: Favorite cloud type: idk117: What color do you wish the sky was? idk118: Do you have freckles? no119: Favorite thing about a person: gives me attention120: Fruits or vegetables? fruit121: Something you want to do right now: stop answering these122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? sky123: Sweet or sour foods? sweet124: Bright or dim lights? dim125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? me126: Something you hate about Tumblr: www.tumblr.com127: Something you love about Tumblr: validation128: What do you think about the least? idk129: What would you want written on your tombstone? it was lit fam130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? myself131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? my entire appearance 132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? rarely133: Computer or TV? computer134: Do you like roller coasters? yea135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? not that often136: Are your ears lobed or attached? lobed137: Do you believe in karma? kind of138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? -1 but also 11139: What nicknames do you have/have had? who140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? not really141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? no142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? lol i influence people143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? giving144: What makes you angry waking up every day145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? tbh who knows I lean towards mostly nb people and male-aligned ppl i think?? but i’m probably also aro so?? god147: Are you androgynous? I try148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: eyelashes149: Favorite thing about your personality: my 2 personality disorders150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. no one

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? dinosuars so i could get destroyed by that meteor152: Do you like BuzzFeed? no154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? no cause i don’t really touch people lol155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? no156: What embarrasses you? being alive157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: being alive158: Biggest lie you have ever told: i convinced my mom i was stabbed when i was seven159: How many people are you following? 205160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 1,400161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 9162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? 195163: Last time you cried and why: today because my rat was mad at me164: Do you have long or short hair? short165: Longest your hair has ever been: like down to my ass it was bad166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? I mean, i have opinions on religion as a whole (i’m not religious myself) but really idc, i just respect everyone’s beliefs167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? tbh? not really168: Do you like to wear makeup? no169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? no170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? yea

#ask #thank u but also #Fuck #the spacing got all fucked up but whatever

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aristocratlegacy · 7 years

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Day Seven: Grand Finale

Chapter Forty-Eight: Love Shack

Part One

“We made it to the end! This is the last challenge before I make my decision.”

“I’m going to be locked in an 8x8 house with each of the boys for 12 hours. Free Will will be turned on, and the only intervention will be to fulfill wishes that pop up. No wish is off limits, either, even woohoo ”

“I thought about that one a lot, because I know it’s teeeeeeechincally against the rules, BUT, I don’t want to marry somebody without at least checking to see if he’s any good, but we’ll only do it if it comes up as a wish. And besides, they did it on the real Bachelorette last season and nobody cared, if Jojo can do it so can I.”

“I’m so excited! Afterwards, whoever has the highest relationship status with me doesn’t get a rose: he gets an engagement ring! Then a wedding ring! Then me as a wife!”

“And five daughters!” “What? Five daughters? How could you possibly know that?”

“I have a plan- don’t worry about it- but if anybody can guess what book I’m gonna base the basic plot of the next generation is, I’ll draw a picture of your sim for you or something. [PM me]”

“Cool, can we get back to me, please? I’m the important one here.”

“Sure thing,”

*The muffled sound of the B-52’s Love Shack playing in the distance*

Chip: “Honey! I’m home!”

Beatrice: “Welcome home, dear! How was work today, Darling?”

Chip: “It was excellent, especially considering I don’t have a job.”

(12 HOURS REMAINING) Beatrice: “Well that sounds just great, and welcome to our Practice Home, it has all the amenities that a real house has, just the essentials, you know. Bed, Stove, Fridge, Wine fountain, bubble blower, globe bar, table.”

Chip: “Is there a bathroom?”

Beatrice: “Ew, Chip, that’s gross. Girls don't poop you idiot didn’t you know that? Just hold it.”

Chip: “Does that mean that your house doesn’t have a bathroom?”

Beatrice: “Of course it does, my step dad uses it sometimes.”

Chip: “That doesn’t matter, what matters is you and me.”

Beatrice: “Ooh, I love that transition. Meg could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Rude.”

Beatrice: “I know, that’s obviously why I said it.”

Chip: “Are you sure that it’s a good idea to be mean to her?”

Beatrice: “When you think about it, she’s really just being mean to herself. And it’s cool, she loves me.”

“I do love you.”

Beatrice: “See?”

Chip: “Now, am I the only one rolling a want to woohoo?”

Beatrice: “Technically I have a want to woohoo with Lorne, as well as just a basic want to woohoo.”

Chip: “Don’t know why you had to bring up Lorne, but sure, let’s go.”

[11:00 REMAINING)

[10:50 REMAINING]

[BEATRICE HAS GAINED UNSATISFIED MOODLET]

Chip: “Pretty good, right? I always get loads of compliments.”

Beatrice: “Well, to be honest, Chip, it was kinda-”

Chip: “Wait, look at this- have you ever seen that muscle before? Am I a scientific miracle?”

Beatrice: “So strong...what was I talking about?”

Chip: “I don’t know I wasn’t really listening.”

Beatrice: “It probably wasn’t that important anyway, right?”

Chip: “Wanna dance, I know you like to dance!”

Chip: “I call this the broken shin.”

Beatrice: “Creative.”

[5 HOURS REMAINING]

Beatrice: “Maybe we could switch it up a little bit?.”

Chip: “We could do some situps! I know I sure could use it!”

Beatrice: “Why don’t we just sit and talk?”

Beatrice: “Let’s have a deep conversation- tell me about your childhood.”

Chip: “I...don’t think I had one. I think I just showed up at your house.”

Beatrice: “Right, I forgot, moving on-”

Chip: “No, just let my brain work this out for a second, this is really weird. My whole world is crashing down around me like I’m chicken little or something.”

Beatrice: “Yawn. Let’s get back to more important things- what are your top 5 baby names?”

Chip: “I’m having an existential crisis here, Bee, what would you do if you just found out that you’re nothing but a...a CAS sim?”

Beatrice: “You’re right, I would be horrified if I found out that I was off-the-rack, so to speak.”

Chip: “You’re not making me feel any better.”

Beatrice: “That’s not really my job, Chip. Top 5 baby names, GO.”

Chip: “Uh, shit, I haven’t thought about this!”

Beatrice: “Quickfire round!”

Chip: “Uh, uh, uh, Chevy, Chad, Rad, Thad, Dad?”

Beatrice: “You’d name our kid Dad? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Chip: “I don’t know, I think I’m just nervous and a little bit stupid.”

Beatrice: “Huh.”

Chip: “What is it?”

Beatrice: “You...you are a little bit dumb, aren’t you? I never notice that before. Why didn’t I notice that before?”

Chip: “I’m not that dumb! I’m smart!”

Beatrice: “A man shoots his wife, hangs her, locks her in a dark room, then takes her out to dinner. How is this possible?”

Chip: “Magic?”

Beatrice: “No, what’s his profession?”

Chip: “Serial Killer.”

Beatrice: “He’s a photographer, Chip.”

Chip: “I don’t get it. Is this about your family?”

Beatrice: “No, it’s a riddle. What’s 4x3.”

Chip: “43.”

Beatrice: “Oh no! I was so distracted by your muscles I missed your whole personality!”

Chip: “But we’re perfect for eachother! You’re mean and dumb, I’m chill and dumb! We’re the perfect team!”

Beatrice: “Did you just call me dumb? I’m not dumb! I got perfect grades in highschool, despite cutting class constantly- I have all my skills maxed out, I’ve completed 3 lifetime wishes, and I have like 20 traits. I may be blonde and shrill and overdramatic and extra as all hell but I am not and never have been dumb.”

Chip: “Wow, you really are kind of mean. But look at how strong I am!”

Beatrice: “Nope! Shutting my eyes! You won’t get me this time!”

Chip: “I’m flexing!”

Beatrice: “Stop that with your muscular wizardry! You’re in a bubble! Nobody is telling you that you’re stupid because you’re so hot!”

Chip: “What does that mean? I’m good at a lot of things, I know I am! What about that painting I did of you?”

Beatrice: “It was terrible! I just said it was good because I wanted you to make out with me after!”

Chip: “Then live in the bubble with me! We can be beautiful together! Everybody’s nice to beautiful people!”

Beatrice: “Part of me really likes the sound of that. I have to go on my date with Lorne and then later I’ll think about it.”

Chip: “I love you.”

Beatrice: “And I love your muscles.”

[0:00 REMAINING]

Beatrice: “Despite all that fighting, I actually enjoyed our night, but I have to go get ready for my next date. I’ll see you tomorrow for the rose ceremony.”

Chip: “Ok, bye, love you!”

Beatrice: “Ok!”

Part Two

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raspberrykit · 8 years

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BB, answer all of the unusual asks for me?

WHY YOU DO THIS. I’ll answer them all, though, JUST FOR YOU. Except the ones I answered in the last post.

2. Is your room messy or clean?

My apartment is disgustingly messy.

3. What color are your eyes?

Blue-gray!

4. Do you like your name? Why?

I like it well enough. I don’t think it’s particularly pretty, but it’s the name I’ve had my entire life and I like some of the nicknames it has, even though I didn’t so much as a kid!

5. What is your relationship status?

Single but still too heartbroken and emotionally unavailable to do anything about it.

6. Describe your personality in 3 words or less?

Kind, loyal, curious.

7. What color hair do you have?

Red.

8. What kind of car do you drive? Color?

*sniffle* Not a red Mini Cooper.

I drive a black Toyota Yaris now.

9. Where do you shop?

The grocery store. I literally barely have money to even buy food.

11. Favorite social media account?

Of mine? Of other people’s?

I like my Instagram.

And @rapunzelie on tumblr is probably my favorite.

12. What size bed do you have?

A queen! It fits me and ALL OF MY TRASH.

13. Any siblings?

One older brother, whose birthday is today!

Technically I guess I have two stepbrothers but I’ve never met them.

14. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I don’t know. I don’t really want to live anywhere because I don’t want to live tbh.

15. Favorite snapchat filter?

The dog one omg I hate myself too.

16. Favorite make-up brand?

Tarte maybe! I can’t afford much of theirs but i got some of their lipsticks and an eyeshadow palette for Christmas and I just like their company :3

17. How many times a week do you shower?

This is a complicated question. Because I will get in my shower multiple times a day and sit there and do shit on my phone while the water hits my back. But in terms of actually “showering” maybe 2-3 times a week.

18. Favorite TV show?

Right now, it’s probably The Magicians!!

19. Shoe size?

I’m an 8.

20. How tall are you?

5′4″

21. Sandals or sneakers?

Neither - v - Sneakers if I must choose.

22. Do you go to the gym?

Lol.

23. Describe your dream date?

I’m too bitter about romance to think of a real answer to this question. I apologize.

24. How much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

Maybe like fifty cents.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

NO SOCKS.

26. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two, sort of.

27. Do you have a job? What do you do?

I work at a public library!

28. How many friends do you have?

I don’t know. Like two, maybe.

29. What’s the worst thing you have ever done?

Everything in the past year, maybe!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kill me!!!!!!!!!!!

30. What’s your favorite candle scent?

VANILLA. Catch me at my apartment making everything smell like fucking cookies.

31. 3 favorite boy names?

Finn, William, Liam (this is literally in William. Wow)

33. Favorite actor?

Mmmmmmmmmmm…………..I don’t really have one.

34. Favorite actress?

I just don’t care for these things.

35. Who is your celebrity crush?

I GUESS Holland Roden. IF I HAVE TO FUCKING PICK.

36. Favorite movie?

The Princess Bride!

37. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book?

I used to read much more, but I’m starting to read a lot again. I don’t have a single favorite book. But one that I read recently that I adored was The Miseducation of Cameron Post!

38. Money or brains?

Brains.

39. Do you have a nickname? What is it?

KT. Kate/Kait. Ginga’ snap.

40. How many times have you been to the hospital?

Both my parents had cancer. I can’t count.

41. Top 10 favorite songs?

Retrace by Anberlin, Paperthin Hymn by Anberlin, All Too Well by Taylor Swift, Last Kiss by Taylor Swift, Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór (an Irish tune), Gethsemane by Dry the River, Other Side by Anberlin, Shadows by Red, Push Me to the Floor by The Parlotones, and Save Your Best Bits by The Parlotones

Maybe. This could change depending on my mood.

I don’t think any of these songs are happy lmao.

42. Do you take any medications daily?

Nope. Wish I did, though.

43. What is your skin type?

It’s a mix tbh.

44. What is your biggest fear?

Failure/rejection. Congratulations, self, you’ve achieved your biggest fear.

45. How many kids do you want?

HA. COMPLICATED QUESTION. I don’t know. One/Zero.

46. What’s your go to hair style?

Just down, natural.

47. What type of house do you live in?

A small apartment.

48. Who is your role model?

Grace Helbig.

49. What was the last compliment you received?

A patron at the library today was complimenting me about how I helped her the other day~

50. What was the last text you sent?

“Oh wait I lied she responded. But she’s kind of weird so idk man”

51. How old were you when you found out Santa wasn’t real?

I don’t remember, actually!

52. What is your dream car?

It was a Mini Cooper. And I’d had one :’)

53. Opinion on smoking?

Yuck.

54. Do you go to college?

Already graduated :’)

55. What is your dream job?

To embrace death.

56. Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

Suburbs! Do already!

57. Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

Nope!

58. Do you have freckles?

Yes, mostly on my shoulders ^^

59. Do you smile for pictures?

Sometimes!

60. How many pictures do you have on your phone?

Like 1200.

61. Have you ever peed in the woods?

Yes, many times.

62. Do you still watch cartoons?

Occasionally.

63. Do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonald’s?

McDonald’s. I pretty much live on them nowadays.

64. Favorite dipping sauce?

BBQ!

65. What do you wear to bed?

Nothing. Or a tee-shirt and shorts.

66. Have you ever won a spelling bee?

Yes, many times!

67. What are your hobbies?

Playing video games, reading, drawing, crying….

68. Can you draw?

Sort of.

69. Do you play an instrument?

I used to play viola.

70. What was the last concert you saw?

Panic! at the Disco

71. Tea or coffee?

Coffee 100%

73. Do you want to get married?

Idk. No one wants me so it’s not like it’s ever gonna happen.

74. What is crush’s first and last initial?

Not really a crush but A.N.

k i l l m e

75. Are you going to change your last name when you get married?

Lol.

76. What color looks best on you?

I think royal blue or dark green.

77. Do you miss anyone right now?

I miss everyone :’)

78. Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Either. My bedroom door is open most of the time. My apartment door is definitely closed xd.

79. Do you believe in ghosts?

In a way, I think so!

80. What is your biggest pet peeve?

People not being really bad at communicating/making plans.

81. Last person you called?

My dad.

82. Favorite ice cream flavor?

Moose tracks * o *

83. Regular Oreo’s or golden Oreo’s?

Regular. I mean, double stuf. But regualr.

84. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

Mmmmmmm not much of a sprinkle person. But rainbow?

85. What shirt are you wearing?

I’m not wearing a shirt lol.

86. What is your phone background?

Fan-art of Nami and Vayne from League of Legends.

87. Are you outgoing or shy?

Shy!

88. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

If it’s a significant other, sometimes. Otherwise, I really dislike people touching my hair.

89. Do you like your neighbors?

Don’t really know many, but the ones I’ve interacted with seem pretty nice.

90. Do you wash your face? At night? In the morning?

Not as often as I should. Usually when I shower.

91. Have you ever been high?

Yeah, I guess.

92. Have you ever been drunk?

Plenty of times.

93. Last thing you ate?

Taco Bell

95. Summer or winter?

Summer I guess.

96. Day or night?

Night…….

97. Dark, milk, or white chocolate?

Yes, in that order.

98. Favorite month?

October!!

99. What is your zodiac sign?

Pisces.

100. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Oooh that I cried in front of? Maybe my brother?

#sorry that i'm an unpleasant person with unpleasant answers #knightsabyss #me

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