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winchestergirl-13 · 7 years

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The Devil’s Angel

Prompt(s): nerd x punk, walking to class/school together

Pairing: Punk!Lucifer x Nerd!Reader

Warnings: fluff, a few cuss words, mentions of bullying, meddling Gabriel

Word Count: 4,698

A/N: This is for @thinkwritexpress-official‘s Back to School Challenge. I got a little carried away with this one. Also, I tried to write Benny’s southern accent, but it’s not easy. So I hope I did alright with that. The prompts are the bold words/phrases and the text messages are the bold italics.

High school, the bane of everyone's existence. At least for most people. (Y/N) walked through the gates of Agoura Mountain High School for the first day of her junior year. Here and there people were pushing and shoving to get through the gates and into the buildings. Wanting to meet with friends, wanting to find their class and get the good seat. (Y/N) just wanted to fade into the background. Which is hard to do when one gets knocked over by some hyper freshman. And the school day hasn't even started yet.

“Ha! What a loser! Can't even walk on her own two feet!” There was laughter from the preppy cheerleaders near the front of the gates. Pushing off the ground, (Y/N) collected her things, brushed the dirt off, and continued on her way to the front building.

“This is going to be a long year,” she thought to herself.

* * *

The rest of the day seemed to fly by. English here, math there, history. On and on. Lunch had just ended and (Y/N) made her way to her last class of the day, art. Arriving at the class, there were students wandering around as they waited for class to start. She found a seat in the front row at the end by the wall. Close enough to the front, but away from most students. It was perfect for her. If only she knew who sat behind her.

Lucifer entered the art class and looked for an empty seat. Normally people would assume he'd like to sit in the back of the class, but he didn't follow the stereotypes. See, he was what you would call a punk, but he wasn't a degenerate. He actually liked his classes and did well in them. It was just his style. He found his seat one row from the front, as (Y/N) sat down in front of him. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she was rather cute. And a little nerdy perhaps. But that just made her cuter. But he was speculating here.

Class started and introductions were made. Lucifer found out that (Y/N) was new to this school and neighborhood. He tuned out after that and class went by. The only thought on his mind was whether or not she was the one who moved in next door to his house.

After school, he made his way home and his mother greeted him at the door. “I invited the new neighbors over for dinner tonight so please be good tonight, alright?”

“Okay,” he shrugged, placed a kiss to her cheek, and made his way upstairs to his room. His parents didn't really mind his style; they just don't want him to get into trouble is all. In his family there's his father Chuck, a writer and professor of English over at the local community college. His mother, Donna, was a sheriff for the town. His older brother by two years, Michael, is at the college their dad teaches at. Then there's him, then Raphael who was also a junior in high school. He skipped a grade as he excelled in school. Lastly, their youngest brother Gabriel, a sophomore, who had the worst crush on their friend Sam Winchester who just started at their high school as a freshman; his brother Dean is a Senior. People referred to him and his brothers as “The Angels” or “The Archangels” for their names. And their protectiveness.

Soon it was dinner time and everyone was either in the living room or the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “I got it,” Chuck called out. They could hear the door open and their father's voice greeting their new guests. “Hi, welcome!”

“Hi. Thanks for inviting us over. I'm Dustin Lafitte, this is mah wife Cheryl, mah eldest Benny, and (Y/N), our youngest.”

Lucifer froze as he heard who was at the door. It couldn't be! He watched as the family walked in following his father. It was truly her.

The adults were in the kitchen mingling and working on finishing dinner while the children got to know each other.

“You draw, (Y/N)?” Michael asked when he saw a sketch book in her hands.

“Yeah. I-I'm...I'm not the good...” she admitted softly, pushing some hair from her face.

“Are you kiddin' me, chere? Your work is good 'nough ta be in a museum,” Benny retaliated, nudging his sister slightly. All this banter and Lucifer just couldn't take it any more. With a mumbled, “Excuse me,” he got up from the floor and made his way up to his room. A door shut loudly, a few crashes, and then nothing.

“Is he okay?” (Y/N) wondered, face twisted with concern.

“Yeah, I think so. I'll go check on him,” Gabriel replied as he stood up. As he made his way to his brother's room, he couldn't help but wonder what brought this on. The last time it happened...well, Lucifer doesn't like to talk about her anymore.

“Knock! Knock! Lucifer? You okay?” his called through the door.

“Come in,” he called out. He found his brother laying on his bed with an arm thrown over his face. There were books and some art supplies strewn about the room.

“Want to talk about?” Gabriel asked, closing the door and leaning against it.

With a sigh, Lucifer sat up and rubbed his hand down his face. “No, not really. But you're probably going to make me, aren't you?”

Gabe snorted and replied, “You know it,” as he went to sit next to Lucifer.

“*sigh* It's just...she's in my art class, like sits in front of me, and I hardly know her, and yet...”

“Don't tell me, you've already got a crush on the new girl in town and you've only just met her?”

“Basically,” he held his head in his hands, waiting for the mocking and the laughter. But it didn't come.

“You're really stupid sometimes, you know that, right? Just get to know her, Lucifer. Talk to her, find out what she likes, and just be her friend. Start out like that and maybe something might happen later,” Gabriel stated, crossing his arms over his chest, staring his older brother down.

Lucifer looked up at his brother and smirked, “Like you with Sam?”

Gabriel blushed and started stuttering, “T-th-that..this isn't about me, okay? This is about you. And if you do anything-”

“Relax, I won't do anything to jeopardize your plans to get Sam's attention. But thank you, Gabriel,” Lucifer ruffled his hair as they got up for dinner. Dinner was interesting to say the least. No one mentioned what happened upstairs, they got to know each other, and Lucifer's suspicion about (Y/N) being slightly nerdy/geeky were proved true. Apparently she and Gabriel would probably have a lot of fun over comics and lore.

The Lafitte's thanked the Shurley's for the dinner and it was decided that Lucifer, Gabriel, and Raphael would walk to school with (Y/N) and Benny tomorrow (it was only a twenty minute walk from their houses).

“What time should we leave tomorrow?” (Y/N) asked as they stood outside.

“Probably about eight o'clock. Get to school with ten minutes to spare. See you tomorrow?” Raphael replied.

“Sure thang. Good to meet y'all,” Benny affirmed, waving goodnight to their new neighbors. The families retreated back to their houses and the night wore on. By the time Lucifer went to bed, he could see a light coming from the window across the way. There sat (Y/N) at her desk that faced away from her window. It was shut. With a smirk, Lucifer grabbed a few pebbles from his cactus on his bookshelf and threw one at her window.

“Plink!” (Y/N) heard a small clacking sound against her window, but ignored it.

“Plink!” it happened again. Turning around, to her surprise, Lucifer was waving at her from across the yard. Making her way to her window, she pushed it opened and leaned out.

“Hi,” she smiled, leaning on her windowsill.

“Hey,” he replied, “I'm going to toss something over. Catch.” He threw a broken pencil tied to a long piece of twine. She missed it.

“Oh come on. I know you can catch it. Try again,” he chuckled, tossing it again. She caught it this time. She pulled it in and on the broken pencil was a note taped to it. It was his phone number. (Y/N) smiled, removing the note and adding his number to her phone. Tugging on the rope just slightly, she let Lucifer pull it back to him. This time with a note of her own. He unrolled it and there was a smiley face drawing on the for him.

He couldn't help the grin on his face, which only grew as he got a message from her.

“Hey, it's (Y/N).”

“Hi. Lucifer.”

After adding each other to their contacts, they talked back and forth for a little bit. It was getting late and they had school in the morning.

“Goodnight, Lucifer,” she yawned a little, waving goodnight.

“Night (Y/N). Sweet dreams,” he replied, waving back as they shut their windows and drew the blinds. The next morning, at eight o'clock, the group met outside their houses and walked to school together. On the way, they met Sam and Dean Winchester. (Y/N) could see the way Sam looked at Gabriel and vice versa. If those two didn't know it, they were both head-over-heels for each other. It was actually quite cute to be honest.

School came and went, the Shurley's introducing Benny and (Y/N) to the rest of their friends (like their cousin Castiel who was with Dean, Charlie who was like a sister to everyone, Garth who was basically a puppy, and Kevin who was one of the silent types, but he was a great friend) and invited them to sit at their table. And that's how it went for the next few weeks.

It was the end of September when their art teacher, Mrs. Barnes, assigned a project for the class to do. They were going to be doing a portrait of their partner. And she let them pick their partners.

“Wanna be partners, (Y/N)?” Lucifer asked, leaning over his table to talk to (Y/N).

“S-Sure,” she replied, jumping slightly at his closeness.

“Great,” he grinned, ideas already forming for this project. Soon the bell rang and everyone scrambled to pack up their things and get started with their weekend plans. Lucifer waited for (Y/N) and they left together. Normally their siblings walked with them, but Benny and Raphael were on an over-night field trip until Sunday for Biology and Gabriel was spending the night over at Sam and Dean's place to work on a project of their own.

The walk home was almost too quite without the commentary from the others, but it wasn't unwelcome. It was actually quite nice. Walking in time with (Y/N), he threw his arm around her shoulders, startling her out of her reverie as he pulled her closer.

“Lucifer!”

“Yes?” he smirked, staring down at her.

“A little warning next time, please?” she sighed, not bothering to remove his arm. It was actually soothing to her.

“Oh, so there's gonna be a next time? Got it,” he joked, laughing when she just shook her head exasperated, with a little grin on her face. And they continued their walk home, enjoying the others presence.

They made it to Lucifer's house where they were going to work on their project in the “art room”; a spare room his parents transformed from an old office to a small art studio for him and his brothers. Mostly Lucifer was the one who used it though.

“Oh, hi (Y/N). How are you?” Chuck greeted when they walked into the kitchen.

“Hi, Mr. Shurley. I'm doing great; how are you?” she replied, smiling at the writer.

“I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. I'm going to assume you two are working on a project?” he questioned as he set about making some snacks.

“Yep, art project. We got to do a portrait of some type of our partners. So we'll be in the art room if you need us,” Lucifer added, grabbing an apple, handing it to (Y/N) and proceeded to drag her out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the room at the end. Chuck just stood there chuckling as he shook his head at his son's antics.

(Y/N) was laughing the entire time he dragged her down the hallway. She had only knew him for less than a month, but it felt natural almost. Like being around Lucifer was nothing new to her.

They came to a stop outside of the room at the end of the hall; the art studio. Lucifer opened the door and ushered (Y/N) in and he followed her, closing the door behind him. There were canvases and sketch pads on easels and the table. Pencils, pens, markers, and brushes in cups and all over really. Finished and unfinished works lined one wall. There was also a little photography spot on the far wall next to the drying rack for the canvases. It was a rather impressive art room.

“Wow,” was all (Y/N) had to say as she looked around the room. Lucifer watched her take it all in, a small smile ever present on her face. As she wandered, he went over to the couch on the left wall closest to the window, and began moving things around. He had this idea in mind and wanted to have everything set if (Y/N) agreed to do it.

“So, any ideas on the project, Luce? Because sadly, I don't have one at the moment,” she admitted, looking over at what he was doing.

“Actually, I do have one. But if you're not comfortable doing it, I can think of something else,” he replied, standing up and turning around to face her.

“You're not going to draw me like one of your French girls, are you Lucifer?” she joked a little, causing a chuckle to escape his lips.

“Oh God no. I mean, unless you want to, but I think we might get in trouble for that. No, I did want you to be sitting on the couch, like looking out the window or reading a book or something, but if you don't like that, we can do something else,” he rambled, running his fingers through his tousled blonde hair. He's never felt this way before. It was a weird feeling.

“No, I think that's a great idea. I see where you're going with it. I think I can do something with that and make it work. So, on the couch?” she gestured, to the rather dated looking couch; it looked like one from the eighties almost, but it wasn't.

“Yeah. I'll let you do whatever you want, just don't move after you found something that works; so make sure it's a comfortable position for you. And then I sketch it. If there's time, we can switch it up and I'll be the model,” he stated as he went around the room, grabbing a sketch pad, a tin of pencils and charcoal and erasers. Also a camera.

“What's the camera for?” (Y/N) wondered as she sat down on the couch, thinking of how she wanted to do this.

“In case we don't finish, I can snap a picture and when we pick it back up, we can use it as a reference for how you'll be positioned. Also if I decide to color it, I can look at the picture for the colors,” Lucifer simplified, positioning his chair just right and waited for (Y/N) to get comfortable. She stretched out on the couch, then switched to being slightly curled up in the corner, arm propped just so against the arm rest as she looked out the window, a dreamy look on her face.

“Is this the pose you want to do? One hundred percent sure?” Lucifer asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't going to change her mind at the last second.

“I'm sure,” she replied, not chancing to look at him, afraid of ruining the shot.

“Okay then,” was his response as Lucifer took up his camera and snapped a couple pictures to be sure. He sat the camera down and flipped open the sketch book and began to sketch (Y/N). It wasn't entirely silent. He sparked up some conversations between them from time to time; if it was too silent it would be pretty awkward.

Some time later, Chuck knocked on the door softly before opening it. With him he brought a tray of snacks and two cups of juice for them. What he saw was too precious. Lucifer had obviously finished or stopped drawing for a moment as (Y/N) had fallen asleep on the couch. He watched his son drape a blanket over (Y/N)'s still form and sit back down on the stool in front of her. Lucifer grabbed his camera, snapped another picture, and began to sketch the scene before him. Not wanting to disturb them any longer, Chuck sat the tray down on table by the door and left the two of them alone.

(Y/N) woke up not much later and found Lucifer munching on some of the grapes Chuck had brought. Sitting up, she pushed the blanket off her legs and stood up, stretching slightly. “How long was I asleep?”

“Oh hey. Twenty minutes I think? It's fine though, I was able to draw what I needed for it. Dad brought some food; want any?” he offered, pushing some of the grapes towards her.

“Thanks. I didn't mean to fall asleep,” she apologized, but he waved it off.

“Don't worry about it. Did you want to have me as the model or do that tomorrow?” he asked, leaning against his work table.

She popped a grape in her mouth and replied, “We can do it today if you're up for it.” She gave him a smile that made him feel, well giddy almost.

What is happening to me? “I'm good with that.” They finished their snack and continued doing their sketches. Over the next two days as they did sketch after sketch, they would find themselves getting closer to one another and Lucifer found himself falling more and more in love with (Y/N). If only he knew how he was affecting (Y/N).

* * *

It had been two weeks since that project and they were getting their works back. Some were getting hung up for the art case and some would either be hung up in class or taken home. (Y/N) and Lucifer had about six sketches, three each. Two were getting hung in the case and the rest were going home with them. Mrs. Barnes had asked for everyone to pick a sketch they thought was better in their opinions to be hung up or to have her pick. Lucifer picked his out and (Y/N) let Mrs. Barnes pick.

After class, there was so much commotion outside the little glass case full of the art classes work that she had to see what was going on. People were gawking over the sketches and the clay pots and figurines. Then she saw their works. Her sketch was one of Lucifer on his dirt bike, leaning over the handle bars. It shocked him how well she was able to draw his bike, let alone him. His sketch was one she didn't know he took. The one of her asleep on the couch in the art room. People were asking her how she was able to draw such an amazing bike, but she wasn't listening. Lucifer was calling out to her, but she ignored him, walking away from the crowd and down the hall. He caught up to her though.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked when he finally caught up to her.

“Y-Yeah I'm okay. I'm not used to people reacting like that to my work. Most don't even notice it,” she replied, eyes trained on the floor.

“Come on, I'll walk you home,” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders like usual and they made their way out of the school. The next day was when the rumors started.

People saw the two of them walk into the school together, separate from their group of friends and siblings. Lucifer even walked her to her classes if he could, regardless of if he was in the class or not. By lunch time, the rumor going around was that they were dating, but that couldn't be true. They were total opposites, but they were so cute together. However you looked at it, they were talking about them. And that pissed off some people.

“Hey loser, you better back the fuck off of Lucifer, okay? He's mine!” some girl with light blonde hair and very light blue eyes shouted, shoving (Y/N) into the lockers behind her.

“I don't know what you're talking about? Who are you?” she questioned, quite scared that she was going to hurt her.

“He's mine! You can't have him! We are meant to be together!”

“Lilith! Let go of (Y/N). She didn't do anything to you,” Lucifer called out, his brothers, Benny, and their friends behind him.

“Lucifer!” she cried with glee, letting go of (Y/N) before bounding over to the punk, only to be stopped by him holding up a hand.

“No. I've told you time and time again: we are not together. We haven't been together for a year now. And we never will be. I don't like you, Lilith. I never did,” he stated as he gently pushed her aside and came to (Y/N)'s side, “You okay?”

She gave a tight smile and a nod to his question. She wasn't, but she will be. Apparently his response didn't settle too well with Lilith. She screamed and stomped her foot, “It's not fair! Why do you love her and not me?! I was meant for you!” She ran away from the group, not looking back.

“Man, I forgot how crazy that girl was,” Raphael commented as he turned to look at his brother.

“Good riddance,” Dean snorted as he took a hold of Castiel's hand, pulling him closer. Once everyone was sure nothing was wrong, they all headed out of the school together. Charlie and Kevin parted ways a street away from the school; Garth, Castiel and Dean parted where the Winchester house was (they had work to do together); Sam walked home with the Shurley's and the Lafitte's. His hand was holding Gabe's as he talked away about some candy from Europe he wanted to try. Benny was walking alongside (Y/N) and Lucifer, the latter's arm wrapped around her shoulders like usual.

“Ya sure you're okay, chere? Ya looked a little spooked back there,” he nodding his head back towards the direction of the school.

“Yeah, I'm sure. She just scared me is all.”

“Well, you don't have to worry about her anymore. Hopefully she's smart enough to know not to mess with you now,” Michael assured, sending a smile her way.

“Besides, if she does try something, we could always get a restraining order against her. She's been stalking Luci here and us ever since they broke up last year. If she gets any worse, you tell us or a teacher or whoever and we'll make sure she doesn't bother you anymore,” Gabriel admitted, pinning (Y/N) with a look that said he wasn't kidding.

“Thanks you guys. I'll let you know if anything changes.” And they left it at that. (Y/N) and Benny parted at their house and that was that for now. Later that night, (Y/N) was doing her homework when her phone buzzed.

“L: Come to the window.”

She looked over her shoulder and could see Lucifer leaning against his windowsill, waiting for her. Putting down her pencil, she made her way over and opened her window. “Hey.”

“Hey. What's on your mind?” he asked her out of the blue.

Tilting her head to the side in confusion, she replied with a “What do you mean?”

“(Y/N), you know what I mean. You're still thinking about what Lilith said, aren't you?”

“Mostly just the last thing she said. Lucifer, what did she mean when she said “why do you love her and not me?” Is that true, Lucifer?”

Lucifer sighed. This wasn't how he wanted her to find out. “Yes, it's true. (Y/N), I think I've been in love with you ever since I met you. I just never knew how to tell you.”

(Y/N) didn't respond. She looked at him, down at the ground between their houses, and ran out of her room. Lucifer misinterpreted what happened, running his hands through his hair distraught and he started cussing himself out. “I'm such an idiot! Why the hell did I think she'd ever love me back?! I'm a fucking idiot!”

Meanwhile, (Y/N) could hear what he was saying to himself about what just happened. She was outside, waiting at the fence that separated their houses. She threw a rock at his open window, trying to get his attention; it didn't work. So she called up to him, “Lucifer! Come to the window!”

He heard her calling and when he looked out his window, he didn't see her across the way like he thought. “Down here, you dummy!” Looking down, there she was, waiting for him by the fence. And he ran out of his room and down the stairs.

His family heard him rushing down the stairs and tried getting him to stop. He wasn't listening as he made his way out the kitchen door and into the side yard. So of course, his brothers were going to eavesdrop on him; Chuck was too despite Donna telling all of them to leave the two of them alone. She stayed as well.

Lucifer stopped on the other side of the fence by the gate that separated them. (Y/N) laughing as he bent in half to catch his breath. “Did you run all the way here?”

He was too busy trying to breath to respond, nodding his head in reply. Her laugh was something he could listen to for hours. Once he caught his breath enough that he could stand upright, he tilted his head, curious as to why she called him down here. “Why are we meeting like this?”

A small blush had worked its way onto her face as she looked at the ground and replied, “Because...I may also like you, too...I thought saying it to your face was better than from the window...”

“Well, there's still the fence in between us. What are we to do about that?” he joked, smirking as she glared at him before giving a smirk of her own. Unlatching the gate, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Lucifer, her head buried in his chest. Wrapping his own arms around her, his chin resting on her head. Gabriel was recording the whole thing.

Lucifer placed a kiss on the top of her head, causing her to laugh a bit. Pulling away, he looked at her in confusion. “You missed,” was all she gave.

Smirking, having caught it, he leaned down and captured her lips in a proper kiss. “It's about time,” Gabriel chuckled as they all crept back into the house to leave the new couple alone.

They pulled away from each other, matching grins on their faces. School was definitely going to be better this year. Benny was watching from his living room; he was really happy for his sister.

“That punk better not break her heart. I'll be keepin' mah eye on 'im,” Benny stated, closing the curtains, letting them have their privacy. But he didn't have much to worry about. That boy was clearly head-over-heels for his sister. She'll be just fine.

They say that a Devil once fell in love with an Angel, and that it didn't work out. They obviously hadn't met this particular Devil and his Angel. He was her punk and she was his nerd; they complimented each other. No one would dare hurt her, not with her under the protection of the Archangels.

#twx school challenge #punk lucifer x reader #punk lucifer #nerd reader #punk x nerd #my writing #lucifer x reader #fluff

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thecuriouscrusader · 7 years

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That Awkward Moment

Pairing: Castiel x Dean Winchester

Word Count: 752

Prompt: Doing Laundry

Tags: Pre-Slash, First Meeting, AU, Awkward Castiel, Embarrassing Idiots

Summary: Castiel and Dean meet while doing laundry and surprisingly they bond over each other’s weird choice of clothing.

A/N: Written for @thinkwritexpress-official’s Back to School Challenge! If Cas had Misha’s fashion sense...idk. Not Beta’d!

Castiel was somewhat of a hermit. He was a writer who spent most of his days in his small apartment living off cups of tea and honey on toast. It was Friday night, though, and that meant it was laundry night.

Castiel was sorting his colours from his whites when a man he had not seen before entered the room. He was very handsome, Castiel noticed, with light brown hair and a dusting of freckles across his complexion. He offered Castiel a lopsided smile that screamed mischief. Castiel was awestruck; his eyes simply widened with surprise and he felt heat begin to rise in his cheeks.

"Hey, I'm Dean."

"Hello, Dean" Castiel said with a slight bow. "I'm Castiel."

"Nice to meet you, Cas."

Dean walked by and Castiel saw something slide out of his laundry basket. He went to pick it up out of instinct and realised it was a pair of pink lacy underwear.

"E-excuse me" Castiel stammered. Dean turned around. "You dropped this" he said as he held out the underwear; he was definitely blushing now. "Your girlfriends?" He asked before he could stop himself.

"Not exactly" Dean confessed; he looked embarrassed himself. "More of a...guilty pleasure."

Castiel was about to ask what that meant but when Dean squatted down to open one of the machines he saw the pink lace peeking over the waistband of his jeans.

"That's nice" Castiel said. Dean looked up at him with a small frown. "I-I mean, um, this t-shirt is kind of my guilty pleasure" he said as he lifted his arms to reveal the two huge armpit holes.

"Wow, you must be a big Duran Duran fan" Dean said, referring to the band logo on the t-shirt.

"No, not really" Castiel confessed. "That's the odd thing. It's just comfortable. I usually dress like a slob."

Dean laughed. "I can appreciate that. And I think you look cute."

Castiel looked down at his tatty t-shirt, baggy jeans, and bright yellow flip-flops and wondered what on earth Dean was talking about. He knew his hair was stuck out at all angles too so he could not understand what the pristine looking Dean was seeing.

"Thank you" Castiel murmured embarrassedly; he wanted to change the subject quickly. "I have lots of printed t-shirts like this" he said as he pulled a few out of his basket. "AC/DC, Marvin the Martian, Rainbow..."

"You sound like my kind of guy" Dean smiled. He started stuffing his own clothes into the machine. "As you can see, I like plaid. I just rock that sexy lumberjack vibe."

"Really?" Castiel asked.

"Nah, I just hate shopping" Dean confessed. "I just stick to what I know."

He put so some powder in the machine and turned it on, but Castiel was not ready for him to leave.

"Are you new to the building?" He asked.

"Yeah, I moved here a couple of weeks ago. I've sort of travelled all my life with my dad, but I just want to settle down for a while with a place of my own. How about you?"

"I've lived here about three years" Castiel explained. "I grew up in a huge family so now I value my peace and quiet."

"What do you do for a living?" Dean asked.

"I write."

"Oh, awesome!" Dean said with genuine enthusiasm. "What kinda stuff?"

"Mmm, usually short horror stories."

"Dude, that's my favourite genre" Dean beamed. "Well, of books. Movies I like Westerns. Anyway, there are this one guy’s stories, Jimmy Novak-"

Castiel's eyes widened. "That's me."

"You're yanking my chain" Dean said.

"No, I use a pen-name" Castiel explained. "Like I said, I enjoy my privacy. Not that I think many people read my stories."

"I do!" Dean eagerly exclaimed. "I love them. The one about the Leviathan...sorry, I don't mean to sound like some weird fanboy."

"It's alright" Castiel said with a soft smile. "It's nice to know someone else likes them."

"Well, whilst our stuff is in the laundry do you maybe wanna come up to my apartment and talk some more? I have beer and burgers."

"You haven't been put off by my awkwardness?" Castiel asked with a little surprise.

"Not all, I find it very endearing" Dean replied with the same lopsided mischievous smile as before. "Besides, I did just confess to wearing ladies underwear and you didn't freak out, so, I think on the awkwardness scale we're pretty even."

Castiel laughed lightly. "Then yes, I would love to talk some more."

#twx school challenge #destiel #destiel fanfiction #supernatural #spn writing challenge #my stuff #curious writes

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todaysdocument · 3 years

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Martin Luther King, Jr.’s passport application, 10/27/1961.

File Unit: King, Martin Luther, Jr., 1910 - 1977

Series: Selected Passport Applications, 1910 - 1977

Record Group 59: General Records of the Department of State, 1763 - 2002

Transcription:

[outside scanned document] Declassified Authority NND 66640

(PLEASE TYPE OR PRINT)

FORM DSP-11

1-1-61

FORM APPROVED

BUDGET BUREAU NO. 47-R051.10

DEPARTMENT OF STATE

PASSPORT APPLICATION

(Before Completing this Application, Read Information for Passport Applicants on Page 4)

(Passport Office Use Only)

B687910

PASSPORT

ISSUED

OCT 27 '61

DEPARTMENT OF STATE

NEW YORK PASSPORT

AGENCY

[in box] R [in box] D [in box] O [in box] DP

PART 1 - TO BE COMPLETED BY ALL APPLICANTS

I, (First name) Martin (Middle name) Luther (Last name) King, Jr., a citizen

of the United States, do hereby apply to the Department of State for a passport.

MAIL PASSPORT TO

STREET Waiting

CITY___ STATE

IN CARE OF (IF NECESSARY)

DATE OF BIRTH (Month, day, year)

Jan. 15, 1929

PLACE OF BIRTH

Atlanta, Ga.

HEIGHT

5 FT. 7 IN.

HAIR

Black

EYES

Brown

APPROXIMATE DATE OF DEPARTURE

Oct. 27, 1961

VISIBLE DISTINGUISHING MARKS

Scar on Back of Left Hand

OCCUPATION

Clergyman

MY PERMANENT RESIDENCE (Street address, City, State) (If same as in mailing block, write "Same")

563 Johnson Ave N.E. Atlanta, Ga.

PERSONS TO BE INCLUDED IN PASSPORT

This section to be completed only if wife or husband is to be included in applicant's passport (Include photographic likenesses in group photo)

(WIFE'S) (HUSBAND'S) FULL LEGAL NAME

(WIFE'S) (HUSBAND'S) LAST U.S. PASSPORT WAS OBTAINED FROM

LOCATION OF ISSUING OFFICE

DATE OF ISSUANCE

NUMBER

[box] SUBMITTED HEREWITH

[box] OTHER DISPOSITION (STATE)

This section to be completed only if children are to be included in applicant's passport (Include photographic likenesses in group photo)

NAME IN FULL

PLACE OF BIRTH (City, State)

DATE OF BIRTH

RESIDED IN THE U.S.

FROM TO

[Black and white photograph of Martin Luther King, Jr., which is signed in blue ink. Photo is stapled to form.]

HAVE YOU PREVIOUSLY APPLIED FOR A U.S. PASSPORT? (If answer is "Yes", complete box below)

[checked box] YES [box] NO

MY LAST U.S. PASSPORT WAS OBTAINED FROM (Note: if included in another's passport, state name of bearer):

[crossed out] Washington, D.C.

LOCATION OF ISSUING OFFICE

[crossed out] 319366 [in red] Washington, DC

DATE OF ISSUANCE

Feb. 12, 1957

NUMBER:

[in red] 319366

[box checked] SUBMITTED FOR CANCELLATION

[box] OTHER DISPOSITION (STATE)

[in red] + Returned

(Passport Office Use Only)

OCT-27-61 400001 LT ACMPPT 9.00

FEE 10- EXEC__ TWX 1- POST. OCT-27-61 400001 LT ACMEXN 1.00

OCT-27-61

(OVER - YOU MUS[page damaged] TE PAGE 2) LT ACMTEL 1

[along right side of page]

KING, Jr. Martin Luther

(LAST NAME) (FIRST NAME) (MIDDLE NAME)

[arrow pointing to right] TO BE PRINTED IN FULL [arrow pointing to right]

[page 2]

[outside scanned document] Declassified Authority NND 66640

[part of page 1, damaged and folded to this side] COMPL

PA [page damaged]

[page folded] NAME

Martin Luther King Sr.

FATHER'S PLACE OF BIRTH

Atlanta, Ga

FATHER'S DATE OF BIRTH

Dec. 19, 1899

[checked box] U.S. CITIZEN

[box] NOT U.S. CITIZEN

MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME

Alberta Williams

MOTHER'S PLACE OF BIRTH

Atlanta, Ga.

MOTHER'S DATE OF BIRTH

Sept. 13, 1903

[checked box] U.S. CITIZEN

[box] NOT U.S. CITIZEN

[box] I WAS NEVER MARRIED

[box] I WAS LAST MARRIED ON June 17, 1953

TO (Full legal name - complete whether widowed or divorced)

Coretta Scott

WHO WAS BORN AT

April 27, 1928

Marion Ala.

[checked box] WHO IS A U.S. CITIZEN

[box] WHO IS NOT A U.S. CITIZEN

[checked box] MARRIAGE NOT TERMINATED

[box] MARRIAGE TERMINATED BY (DEATH) (DIVORCE) ON

[box] I WAS NEVER PREVIOUSLY MARRIED

[box] I WAS PREVIOUSLY MARRIED ON

TO (Full legal name)

WHO WAS BORN AT

ON (Date of Birth)

[box] FORMER HUSBAND OR WIFE WAS U.S. CITIZEN

[box] FORMER HUSBAND OR WIFE WAS NOT U.S. CITIZEN

PREVIOUS MARRIAGE TERMINATED BY (DEATH) (DIVORCE)

(IF MARRIED MORE THAN TWICE, SET FORTH FACTS IN A SUPPLEMENTAL STATEMENT)

PROPOSED TRAVEL PLANS

TRAVELING BY ORGANIZED TOUR? [box] YES [checked box] NO

PORT OF DEPARTURE

New York

NAME OF SHIP OR AIRLINE

BOAC

MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION

DEPARTURE SHIP [box] AIR [checked box] OTHER [box]

RETURN [box] AIR [checked box] OTHER [box]

APPROXIMATE DATE OF DEPARTURE

Oct. 27, 1961

NUMBER OF PREVIOUS TRIPS ABROAD WITHIN LAST 12 MONTHS

PLEASE INDICATE WHETHER YOU EXPECT TO TAKE ANOTHER TRIP ABROAD

[checked box] YES [box] NO; IF YES, WITHIN

[box] YEAR [checked box] 2 YEARS [box] 5 YEARS

PURPOSE OF TRIP

Business

PROPOSED LENGTH OF STAY

one month

LIST EACH COUNTRY TO BE VISITED

England

IN THE EVENT OF DEATH OR ACCIDENT NOTIFY

NAME IN FULL

Coretta S. King

RELATIONSHIP

Wife

STREET ADDRESS, CITY, STATE

563 Johnson Ave. Atlanta, Ga.

I have not (and my wife and/or my child or children has/have not), since acquiring United States citizenship, been naturalized as a citizen or as citizens of a foreign state; taken an oath or made an affirmation or other formal declaration of allegiance to a foreign state; entered or served in the armed services of a foreign state; accepted or performed the duties of any office, post, or employment under the government of a foreign state or political subdivision thereof; voted in a political election in a foreign state or participated in an election or plebiscite to determine the sovereignty over foreign territory; made a formal renunciation of nationality either in the United States or before a diplomatic or consular officer of the United States in a foreign state; ever sought or claimed the benefits of the nationality of any foreign state; been convicted by a court of competent jurisdiction of committing or of conspiring to commit any act of treason against, or of attempting to force to overthrow, or of bearing arms against the United States; or departed from or remained outside of the jurisdiction of the United States for the purpose of evading or avoiding training and service in the armed services of the United States.

[square brackets in original] [If any of the above-mentioned acts or conditions have been performed by or apply to the applicant, or to his wife or his children (when included in this application), the portion which applies should be struck out, and a supplementary explanatory statement under oath by the person to whom the portion is applicable should be attached and made a part hereof.]

I solemnly swear that the statements made on all the pages of this application are true and that the photograph attached is a likeness of me and of those people to be included in my passpot.

OATH OF ALLEGIANCE

Further, I do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations, or purpose of evasion: So help me God.

[signed] Martin Luther King Jr.

(To be signed by Applicant in presence of a Clerk of Court or Passport agent)

Subscribed and sworn to before me this ___ day of AGENT, DEPARTMENT OF STATE, 19__

[signed, illegible] OCT 27 1961

(SEAL OF COURT)

Clerk of the ___ Court at NEW YORK, NEW YORK

#archivesgov #October 27 #1961 #1960s #Martin Luther King Jr #MLK jr #MLK #civil rights movement #Black history #African American history #travel #passport

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eat-cake · 7 years

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FATE IS A CRUEL THING

Author’s note: Okay so this is a prompt I wrote for a challenge, I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 1419

Warnings: Um angst I guess? Also character death and fluff. And don’t forget the romantic cliche moments that are bound to happen.

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Challenge: @thinkwritexpress-official‘s Back To School Challenge.

I think that’s all? Well then, on with the story I guess?

Wait, tags: @trashyhumanespresso, @0000aj0000… Okay, now we can continue heh…

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The restaurant was full and bustling with talk and music and the atmosphere was happy and light. Families were dining together, couples were having family dinners, and the waiters were rushing around the tables, delivering tasty delicacies. And yet here I was, sipping from a glass of red Chardonnay wine, dressed in a classy, dark red dress with my hair up in an elegant up-do held by a silver pin, my face caked in pretty make-up.

I was sitting here for the last two hours, waiting for my boyfriend of two years to show up for our second anniversary dinner. My heart was hammering in my chest and tears were threatening to fall. He’s just late, I keep telling myself. He’ll show up, I know he will. Yet my mind kept telling me otherwise. He won’t. He forgot. He’s got better things to do than to worry about a whiny brat like yourself. He’s got anther by his side, he doesn’t love you anymo-

I was interrupted from my thoughts by my waitress for the night. She came by fort he thirty sixth time and i was this lose to actually snapping at her and biting her head off.

“No not yet, I’m still waiting for someone. Maybe later. Thank you.” I replied, not looking at her, just slowly tipping the glass in circles. She walked away with an annoyed sigh and I rested my my head on my palm. Still tipping the almost empty glass of wine i turned my phone on to see that it was already seven past eight. Jaxon was supposed to be here two hours ago. Giving up, i drank the rest of the wine and stood up, not being able to endure the pitiful glances that people kept send my way any longer. Placing the money on the table under the glass, I grabbed my bag and coat from the chair and turned around to leave the warm restaurant.

Taking no more than a few steps from the table, a hand grasped my left wrist and pulled me back. The hand itself was warm, sending shivers down my spine. My heart hammered in my chest and my stomach was filled with butterflies as the mark on my left wrist burned and my breath came in tattered breaths.

“I apologize I am so late love, there was an accident and traffic had been sixes and sevens. And don’t worry, nobody’s hurt.” His voice was deep and British. It was kind and gentle, nothing like Jaxon’s rough and raspy.

Slowly turning my head around to see who the culprit for making me feel this way was I saw the most beautiful man in the world. With gorgeous, warm hazel eyes and longer than usual brown hair tied back in a bun, he was the man that I had always dreamed of. His jaw chiseled and his cheekbones high, I was breathless. His lips looked soft and slightly pink, probably from the cold weather outside.

His free hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me towards him in a hug, bringing his lips near my ear. “ I’m Emil. And anyone who didn’t bother showing up is a heartless git.” He retreated and had the most adorable smile on his face. God, I must be a blushing mess by now.

“U-uhm no.. no, problem.” I cursed at myself for stuttering but nodded none the less. He guided me back to the table, his hand still on the small of my back, and pulled the chair back for me to sit on.

Finally the both of us sat down and the waitress came by once again and asked us for our orders. “What would you like?” Emil smiled, looking at me the whole time. The waitress looked at him and smiled, and then shifting her gaze towards me, she scribbled down my order. “I’ll have the same thing then. And bring two glasses of white Chardonnay please.”

She nodded and took off to take the next order, but not before winking at me.

“I think that I might’ve had enough for the night.” I said, giggling lightly.

He just smiled and stared at me. “Do i have something on my face or..?” My voice trailed off when his eyes drifted down to my lips.

“You have a pretty smile.” He mumbled but I still heard it, causing for a deep blush to cover my cheeks.

He cleared his throat and straightened his back.”Well how cheeky of me. My name is Emil, which you already know but still, and it is a pleasure to meet you Lady…”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine Sir Emil, I assure you. And my name is Sara.” I answered, catching up on his game.

“Well Lady Sara might I say you look dashing this fine evening.” A smirk was plastered on his face and his eyes held a glint that i couldn’t decipher.

“Dare i say you don’t look too bad yourself Sir Emil.” I retorted with a smirk of my own.

The night was spent laughing, talking and drinking wine like royals. We continued our little game for the rest of the night. Once our dinner was eaten and the glasses were empty we finally decided to leave. We did have a slight banter about the check but he won.

“Well My Lady, this is where we part ways, but it was a pleasure to spend this magnificent evening with you.” He bowed in a gentlemanly manner outside the restaurant.

“Oh the pleasure is all mine, kind Sir.” I bowed as well, laughing.

“You are beautiful.” He whispered, brushing one of the strands that had fallen from my hair behind my ear.

“Thank you.” I replied, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against his body.

“Well this was fun but would you fancy joining me on another date? A real one, this time?” He asked hopefully, his hazel eyes searching my aqua ones, looking slightly scared but the fear was soon replaced with joy and happiness when I happily agreed.

“How about on Saturday evening? We can go to the cinema. What do you say?”

“That would be wonderful.” I whispered against his lips. His eyes fluttered from my eyes to my lips and back up. I smiled and his lips crashed against mine. Fireworks literally exploded in my stomach and my heart was leaping from joy. We were kissing on the busy sidewalk, unaware of the uncomfortable stares that people kept sending our way. The kiss might’ve lasted for only about ten seconds but it felt like centuries. Finally parting he smiled against my lips and leaned his forehead on mine. He offered to walk me home but I declined as my brother was waiting to pick me up a few steps away, by the sidewalk. He kissed my forehead and reluctantly let me go.

“Well then, I guess I’ll call you when I get home!” He called after me, already passing the almost empty street.

“You better!” I laughed and saw him smile. Opening the door to the passenger seat of my brother’s car, a horrible feeling of dread filled my stomach and goosebumps covered my skin. Looking up, I saw a car speeding down the street and Emil not noticing it. Dropping my bag, I raced towards him.

I was numb. Falling on mu knees on the harsh pavement, I didn’t register the various shouts and screams. I didn’t register the screeching of tires around me and the flashing lights or the small bruises forming on my knees.But then everything hit me like a train.

The pain was too much. It seemed like my heart was being torn apart and set on fire. My mind was blank and my sight was clouded by black dots. When i came to i was holding Emil’s body in my arms. My body was shaking and my eyes were filled with unshed tears. The make-up that I used to cover the timer on my left wrist was smudged, showing the numbers.

23 years 9 months 29 days 23 hours 14 minutes and 15 seconds.

I had finally met him. Yet why is his blood staining my fingers?

Why is he slipping away?

Why is he fading away?

His fingers brushed my cheek and his tired eyes looked up at me.

“I love you my dear Lady, don’t you ever forget that.” He smiled. His eyes dropped shut and his warm fingers left my cheek.

I just lost my soulmate.

#twx writing challenge #soulmate au #angst #idk #romantic cliche

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surviiived · 4 years

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Guidelines

If you don’t agree to these rules and don’t want to follow me back—and if I have already followed you—please just HARD block me. It’ll help keep my dash cleaner, as well as make sure in my forgetfulness I won’t follow you again. Don’t worry, I won’t be upset lol. Thank you so much for looking at my rules!! 🖤🖤

Basic Rules:

-SEMI SELECTIVE AND MUTUALS ONLY. This is for my own safety and feeling of security. If you want to roleplay with me, follow me. I will do the same for you if I’m willing to interact.

-OCS, AUS, AND ALL OTHER CHARACTERS WELCOME. I don’t care who your muse is. I’m all for OCs, crossovers, AUs, anything!! Just know I’m a bit more selective towards fandoms I don’t know about lol

-NO ONE-LINERS. I need some more interest in our thread from your end so I don’t lose muse as well. One-liners are fine for crack threads, but nowhere else. I’m fine with single to multiparagraph, and that’s how I will be writing.

-NO GODMODDING. I cannot express this enough. It’s my biggest pet peeve. Just don’t, or I’ll end the rp immediately.

-PLEASE USE CORRECT GRAMMAR. I’m a bit of a grammar freak, so seriously. At least try. However, If English isn’t your first language, I COMPLETELY understand.

-MULTIVERSE, MULTISHIP. Every thread is a different verse, every ship a different verse. Simple.

-DONT REBLOG THINGS FROM ME. Honestly, guys this just gets on my nerves. It’s a bit irrational...but also irritating because when I check my phone and see a notification from a mutual, I get excited because I think it’s a reply! But then I realize you just reblogged that meme/musing/whatever. Please, only reblog threads from me and everything else from the source. This includes memes, musings, pictures, and promos. Also, pls don’t reblog my PSAs, if you agree with them let me know so I can post it to my rp memes blog, which I would LOVE for you to reblog it from!!

-REBLOGGING ASKS AND TRIMMING THREADS. I’m not as strict as a lot of people over this, but some mutuals of mine are so please trim your threads when you reply to me. If you are in a situation where you can’t, that’s perfectly fine. However, thanks to this new Tumblr update I cannot trim asks because I don’t have xKit. So I ask for you to trim them for me, and if you can’t either then I’ll figure something out. Also with asks, I’m fine with you reblogging an ask to continue it. I will turn it into a separate thread for my friends’ sake.

-UNFOLLOWS. There’s a low chance I will unfollow someone, and the only reasons I can think of are spreading drama, being inactive for over a month without a hiatus, something else that annoys me, or too many OOC posts. The latter is why I am hesitant to follow back personal blogs who roleplay on said blog, but it’s not impossible. I won’t follow personal blogs from side blogs, but if you let me know you are a side blog I will gladly follow where you roleplay.

-DONT INVOLVE ME IN DRAMA. I hate drama. I’m the type of person who wants absolutely nothing to do with it. If I ask about what’s going on, then you’re welcome to tell me, but other than that, don’t talk to me about it. I won’t take sides. I won’t tell other people what’s going on. I’ll only act like nothing’s happening.

-SPOILERS. This is kinda hard with an Identity V blog... I don’t really anticipate there being any spoilers on this blog?? But if a new diary entry comes out or a deduction for a new character, sure, I’ll tag it for a couple of weeks.

-REQUESTING MUSES. If you don’t request a specific character in an ask or a starter call, I won’t write it. I just don’t have the time to go to you and ask which character you want, nor try to guess what you were thinking when you sent something in or liked a starter call. So I just won’t respond to whatever it is. This is the case when requesting one of my muses or picking one of your muses, if you’re a multi like me. Sorry..!!

Romance Rules:

-NO SMUT. I can’t stress this enough. It’s not that I’m a minor (which I’m not), it’s that it makes me uncomfortable. You will never see smut on this blog. I’m fine with heavy make out scenes, but when the clothes start to come off is where I request a fade to black.

-I LOVE TO WRITE ROMANCE THREADS. I’m a pretty big hopeless romantic, as that’s where most of my muse is generated from. I may want to add a ship to our thread at some point, but will never force it.

-REFUSALS. NO pedofilia, NO incest, NO rape, or ANYTHING nasty like that. I understand that sometimes in writing dark situations occur, as some of these things are in my muses’ backstory. So, if you write any of those things, I’m not going to block you. However, if you request to do any of that stuff with me, I’ll say no. Press the issue, I’ll hard block you. I shouldn’t have to hear you request it the first time, as it’s right here in my rules and that means you didn’t read them. But I’ll go easy until you cross a line.

-THERE MUST BE CHEMISTRY. Don’t bother trying to make a ship work that just won’t click, it’s a waste of time. But I’m more than willing to try things and see how they work..!!

-PLEASE RESPECT MY MUSES’ SEXUALITIES. You can tell a muse’s sexuality by what it says on their about. Most are bi/pan, but a few may be different.

Rules and things about me:

-I HAVE LOTS OF WRITING EXPERIENCE. I’ve been writing since I was maybe even seven years old, played games where I pretended to be a character irl since I was five, and have been actually roleplaying for approximately 7 years now. I’ve been roleplaying on Tumblr for three years. I really love writing, you know?

-WARNING, I WRITE GORE. I tend to go into detail about pain, suffering, death, and just very demented topics. That’s just a warning. If you have a problem with that, you may not want to follow me…

-TAGGING. Gore, murder, suicide, and other dark and triggering things will be tagged, but swearing will not. I swear far too much for me to remember to tag it. Also, I don’t post NSFW images or threads on this blog, so don’t worry about that, but I will tag asks and memes that can be perceived as nsfw. I tag things like this (using death as an example): “tw: death”. If you have any triggers, PLEASE let me know so I can tag them. There’s always a chance I might forget about something, and if I do please tell me. I’ll make sure not to forget a second time. Also, I ask you all tag vomit mentions, even if it’s just written, and ESPECIALLY TAG VISUALS OF THROW UP!!!! That is my ONLY trigger. Thank you.

-RESPONDING TIME. I’m a college student, high school student, and I work, so my responding time isn’t what it used to be lol. Please don’t pressure me over that..!! I also post most threads via queue unless I just need to send it out ASAP. I won’t bother you if it takes a little while to reply. We all have lives outside of Tumblr!!

-I’M NOT GOING TO SEND IN PASSWORDS. It just adds to my anxiety, and I don’t like that. That’s why I don’t ever ask someone to send a password in and just ask that they like my rules post! Just know I will always read someone’s rules before interacting.

-I’M ALWAYS HERE IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO. Honestly, I want to help! If something’s wrong and you want to tell me about it, I’m all ears. I hate being upset or depressed myself, so I like to try to make others feel better. It helps with my own sadness.

That’s all for right now..! Happy roleplaying~!!

like this post if you have read it and agree to it, please.

Hello! My name’s Kiki. There isn’t really much to say about me, except that I love to roleplay!! That and write, of course. And draw. And sing. So I guess I love a lot of stuff lol. Also, I am diagnosed with ADD (attention-deficit disorder), so please bear with me..!! One last thing, I’m 18 as of November 2020.

If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m right here and always accepting PMs!!

My main account is twx-sid3d, but I’m rarely ever on there so here is the best place to contact me. I also have a multiverse oc sideblog @hxlf-bred that’s connected to my multi, @nycttophilic.

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day~!

#{ Rules }#{ Mun Things }#~ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵉˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ; ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʷᵒʳˡᵈˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ~ [OOC]

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hxlf-bred · 4 years

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Guidelines

Basic Rules:

-SEMI SELECTIVE AND MUTUALS ONLY. This is for my own safety and feeling of security. If you want to roleplay with me, follow me. I will do the same for you if I’m willing to interact.

-NO GODMODDING. I cannot express this enough. It’s my biggest pet peeve. Just don’t, or I’ll end the Rp immediately.

-PLEASE USE CORRECT GRAMMAR. I’m a bit of a grammar freak, so seriously. At least try. However, if English isn’t your first language, I COMPLETELY understand.

-MULTIVERSE, MULTISHIP. Every thread is a different verse, every ship a different verse. Simple.

-REBLOGGING ASKS AND TRIMMING THREADS. I’m not as strict as a lot of people over this, but some mutuals of mine are so please trim your threads when you reply to me. If you are in a situation where you can’t, that’s perfectly fine and I’ll do it for you. Same with asks, I’m fine with you reblogging an ask to continue it. I will turn it into a separate thread for my friends’ sake.

-SPOILERS. I will tag spoilers for everything that’s not in the anime. For example, if a post contains something in the BSD fandom that’s not in the anime, I will tag it. I doubt I will tag threads for spoilers, and if there’s a character that’s manga only I won’t tag it (ESPECIALLY if I write that character, like Daki.)

Romance Rules:

-REFUSALS. NO pedofilia, NO incest, NO rape, or ANYTHING nasty like that. I understand that sometimes in writing dark situations occur, as some of these things are in my muses’ backstory. So, if you condom any of those things, I’m not going to block you. However, if you request to do any of that stuff with me, I’ll say no. Press the issue, I’ll hard block you. I shouldn’t have to hear you request it the first time, as it’s right here in my rules and that means you didn’t read them. But I’ll go easy until you cross a line.

-THERE MUST BE CHEMISTRY. Don’t bother trying to make a ship work that just won’t click, it’s a waste of time. But I’m more than willing to try things and see how they work..!!

Rules and things about me:

That’s all for right now..! Happy roleplaying~!!

like this post if you have read it and agree to it, please.

If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m right here and always accepting PMs!!

My main account is twx-sid3d, but I’m rarely ever on there so here is the best place to contact me. I also have a main multimuse blog over at @nycttophilic and an Identity V multimuse at @surviiived!!

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day~!

#{ Rules }#~wíth єvєrчσnє αrσund hєr tєllíng hєr thє wαч tσ gσ; ѕσ ѕhє wαlkѕ thrσugh wσrldѕ αlσnє~ [ooc]#{ Mun Things }

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nycttophilic · 5 years

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Guidelines

Basic Rules:

-SEMI SELECTIVE AND MUTUALS ONLY. This is for my own safety and feeling of security. If you want to roleplay with me, follow me. I will do the same for you if I’m willing to interact.

-NO GODMODDING. I cannot express this enough. It’s my biggest pet peeve. Just don’t, or I’ll end the Rp immediately.

-PLEASE USE CORRECT GRAMMAR. I’m a bit of a grammar freak, so seriously. At least try. However, If English isn’t your first language, I COMPLETELY understand.

-MULTIVERSE, MULTISHIP. Every thread is a different verse, every ship a different verse. Simple.

Romance Rules:

-THERE MUST BE CHEMISTRY. Don’t bother trying to make a ship work that just won’t click, it’s a waste of time. But I’m more than willing to try things and see how they work..!!

-PLEASE RESPECT MY MUSES’ SEXUALITIES. You can tell a muse’s sexuality by what it says on their about. Most are bi/pan, but a few may be different.

Rules and things about me:

That’s all for right now..! Happy roleplaying~!!

like this post if you have read it and agree to it, please.

If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m right here and always accepting PMs!!

My main account is twx-sid3d, but I’m rarely ever on there so here is the best place to contact me. I also have a multiverse oc sideblog @hxlf-bred and an Identity V multimuse at @surviiived.

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day~!

#{ Rules }

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nycttophilic-a · 5 years

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Roleplay Rules

Basic Rules:

-SEMI SELECTIVE AND MUTUALS ONLY. This is for my own safety and feeling of security. If you want to roleplay with me, follow me. I will do the same for you if I’m willing to interact.

-NO GODMODDING. I cannot express this enough. It’s my biggest pet peeve. Just don’t, or I’ll end the Rp immediately.

-PLEASE USE CORRECT GRAMMAR. I’m a bit of a grammar freak, so seriously. At least try. However, If English isn’t your first language, I COMPLETELY understand.

-MULTIVERSE, MULTISHIP. Every thread is a different verse, every ship a different verse. Simple.

-REBLOGGING ASKS AND TRIMMING THREADS. I’m not as strict as a lot of people over this, but some mutuals of mine are so please trim your threads when you reply to me. If you are in a situation where you can’t, that’s perfectly fine and I’ll do it for you. Same with asks, I’m fine with you reblogging an ask to continue it. I will turn it into a separate thread for my friends’ sake.

-UNFOLLOWS. There’s a low chance I will unfollow someone, and the only reasons I can think of are spreading drama, being inactive for over a month without a hiatus, and too many OOC posts. The latter is why I am hesitant to follow back personal blogs who roleplay on said blog, but it’s not impossible. I won’t follow personal blogs from side blogs, but if you let me know you are a side blog I will gladly follow where you roleplay.

Romance Rules:

-NO SMUT. I can’t stress this enough. It’s not that I’m a minor, it’s that it makes me uncomfortable. You will never see smut on this blog. I’m fine with heavy make out scenes, but when the clothes start to come off is where I request a fade to black.

-REFUSALS. NO pedofilia, NO incest, NO rape, or ANYTHING nasty like that. That is horrible and disgusting, and I refuse to take part of it. I will not stand for it happening in any of my threads.

-THERE MUST BE CHEMISTRY. Don’t bother trying to make a ship work that just won’t click, it’s a waste of time.

-PLEASE RESPECT MY MUSES’ SEXUALITIES. You can tell a muse’s sexuality by what it says on their about.

Rules and things about me:

-I HAVE LOTS OF WRITING EXPERIENCE. I’ve been writing since I was maybe even seven years old, played games where I pretended to be a character irl since I was five, and have been actually roleplaying for approximately 6 years now. I’ve been roleplaying on Tumblr for a year. I really love writing, you know?

-TAGGING. Gore, murder, suicide (Dazai), and other dark and triggering things will be tagged, but swearing will not. I swear far too much for me to remember to tag it. Also, I don’t post NSFW images or threads on this blog or any, so don’t worry about that, but I will tag asks and memes that are nsfw. I tag things like this (using death as an example): “tw: death”. Also, I ask you all tag vomit mentions, even if it’s just written, and ESPECIALLY TAG VISUALS OF THROW UP!!!! That is my ONLY trigger. Thank you.

-RESPONDING TIME. I’m a college student and I work, so my responding time isn’t what it used to be lol. Please don’t pressure me over that..!! I also post most threads via queue unless I just NEED to send it out ASAP. Also, I won’t bother you if it takes a little while to reply. We all have lives outside of Tumblr..!?

That’s all for right now..! Happy roleplaying~!!

like this post if you have read it and agree to it, please.

If you don’t agree to these rules and don’t want to follow me back, if I have already followed you, please just HARD block me. It’ll help keep my dash cleaner, as well as make sure in my forgetfulness I won’t follow you again. Don’t worry, I won’t be upset lol. Thank you so much for reading my rules!! 🖤🖤

Hello! My name’s Kiki. There isn’t really much to say about me, except that I love to Roleplay!! That and write, of course. And draw. And sing. So I guess I love a lot of stuff lol. Also, I am diagnosed with ADD (attention-deficit disorder), so please bear with me lol. One last thing, I’m 17, so technically a minor. I don’t write smut of any kind so that’s that, but if you still don’t want to write with me due to my age then I guess don’t follow! That’s that lol.

If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m right here and always accepting PMs!!

My main account is twx-sid3d, but I’m rarely ever on there so here is the best place to contact me.

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day~!

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