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alien-girl-21 · 1 year

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Due to popular demand (6 notes in my post) here’s why q!roier is very similar to k4!luzu and why I think q!roier is going to have the same faith as luzu did.

I think the most important trope with both of them is how they try to be good, but the world seems to be against them. Good!luzu was always there to help people, he helped vegetta build his house without any reward, helped people find materials, always gave people food, he was constantly helping even if all he got in return was trolling and evil-doings. Meanwhile, q!roier is also constantly helping people (even if it’s not as notorious than with luzu), he’s constantly exploring with vegetta and helping him in the process, he's always offering food if someone doesn’t have it, hell, even if it was a joke, he did offer to help foolish build his dragon, and what does he get in return? His pets get killed, he ends up not having food and no one giving him food back, he gets shit stolen from him, and, even though it was a joke, vegetta did give him illegal diamond armor and told quackity to ban him. But somehow, even after all of this, both of them persisted being good, luzu never really gave a fuck about being griefed, being accused of stuff, he defended his case and went on with his life, and roier kinda does the same.

They both also attract darkness, in a weird way. K4!luzu was constantly being accused being part of the hermandad oscura (the dark brotherhood), with every member being sure he was part of the brotherhood, or at least being heavily suspicious he was part of it. The hermandad oscura constantly tried to get luzu to join them, they tried to get him to be evil, but he never really followed exactly to a tee. The hermandad oscura tried to get luzu to do steal, and luzu stole, but left a sign saying it was necessary; they tried to get him to plan something evil against k!auron (someone k4!luzu was close to/fond of/had feelings for) and he just told them to make a silly little puzzle to hide his diamonds, but the puzzle could not be deadly whatsoever. And then we have q!roier, who was told by angel!rubius that he had darkness in him, something that was repeated a lot to luzu by the hermandad oscura. He also seems to attract cucurucho a lot, which, even though we don’t know cucurucho’s intentions, no one really trusts them/the federal comission.

Even though the QSMP has been going on for a little over a week, q!roier seems to be going the same way as k4!luzu. he’s just fucking speedrunning the character development. Q!roier has been hurt by someone he is very close with (q!spreen) over something that meant a lot to him (his dog), just like k4!luzu was hurt by someone he was very close with (k!auron) over something that meant a lot to him (the mayor elections). Even though I don’t think this will be the breaking point for q!roier, I feel like it's setting up for a series of events that will snowball and make q!roier someone hateful and spiteful, just like k4!luzu after the elections, becoming evil!luzu. I feel like q!spreen killing firulais can be the equivalent to k4!luzu having to save Manolo (his pet pig) from the hermandad oscura, who had stolen him. Shit is just going to escalate from here. But it seems like q!roier is more cold and calculated with his revenge. Even though he had his couple of minutes where he was genuinely down and sad over losing firulais, he managed to act like nothing happened for the rest of the time he was with q!quackity, but as soon as he left, q!roier started saying he has lost trust in quackity and spreen, and that they hurt him. Which is a bit different to evil!luzu’s method of being loud about his revenge, rebuilding his whole house and the betrayal having a physical effect on him (his eye color changing), though he did preform his revenge in a more discreet manner, trying to make sure to carry it out when he was the only one in the server.

Overall, q!roier’s arc seems to be heading in the same place as k4!luzu’s, and tragedy is probably going to keep striking him until he can’t take it anymore and he will start to take revenge for everything that was done to him, hurting people he cares about in the process.

#too many thoughts head full #anyways i can't wait to see what roier will do with his character i hope he kills and maims ^^#anyways shout out to salad and sol you are the real ones here o7 /lh

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masterjedilenawrites · 2 years

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I have a question, what pets would our Clone Bois and The Bad Batch have? In a universe where they can actually keep their most desired pet(s)

Not me over here playing fairy godmother and giving the clones their own animal sidekicks like the Disney princesses they are... 🐾

Wrecker and Fives are dog lovers through and through. Whether it's a classic Earthly canine, or something more in-universe like a Corellian Hound or Vulptex, they are most content with this type of pet. Loyal, energetic, sweet... a true companion for them in everything they do. Wrecker would have a Newfoundland/miniature bear, and Fives would at least have a Golden Retriever if not a whole pack of various doggies.

Crosshair and Wolffe are cat people. Their calm and independent dispositions make cats more suitable pets for them. They'll enjoy watching their cats grow from curious kittens to sassy adults. And though they may not admit it to anyone, they love all the snuggles. Their cats are very much their children. Crosshair would have a sleek but sweet black cat, and Wolffe would have something spunkier like a Tooka or Bengal.

Tech and Kix actually don't care much for animals, they seem messy and too much added responsibility. But they wouldn't mind having a smaller creature. Something that could stay content in its enclosure when they're away, and not take up much space when they're home, perching on their shoulder or curling into a cute little ball on their lap. Tech would have a delightfully tiny mouse, and Kix a fuzzy hamster.

Hunter and Cody want a larger animal that they can ride, like Banthas and Tauntauns. Their pets are a way for them to disconnect from the stressful, industrial parts of the galaxy. Helping them get back in touch with nature, going on meandering journeys and having fun adventures together. Hunter would have a quick and brave Fathier, and Cody would have a steady and faithful horse like the cowboy he is.

Hardcase and Blackout are drawn to fierce, scary animals, beasts that really should not be pets but they try to find a way to connect to one anyway. They just like the idea of loving the otherwise unlovable. If possible, both would jump on the opportunity to bond with a young Rancor. Otherwise, Hardcase would have a well-trained Massiff, and Blackout would "have" a Nexu... at least, from a distance.

Neyo and Dogma love fish and water creatures. Aquariums are an endless source of entertainment to them, just watching all sorts of odd-looking things float around. And they're not the touchy-feely type, so it doesn't matter if they can't pet their pets or anything. Neyo would have a lot of fish tanks with various creatures, his favorite being the rugged dwarf octopus. Dogma's favorite is his plump, pretty goldfish.

Keeli and Tup dream of the day they get to settle down on a little plot of land and keep some farm animals. We're talking goats, pigs, chickens, sheep... Nothing super high maintenance, but going through the motions of mucking out pins, milking or sheering, corralling the flock, sounds so relaxing and rewarding to them. Keeli's favorite would be a feisty orange chicken, and Tup's is an old and portly pig.

Jesse and Gregor are into snakes and reptiles. They're edgy and cool without being too dangerous. Obviously there's different care and boundaries involved than with other kinds of pets, but they don't mind. They actually enjoy learning about exotic species and doing whatever is needed to create a comfortable environment for them. Jesse would have a large Ball Python, and Gregor would have a tank full of rare and colorful frogs.

Howzer and Rex are only interested in one animal and one animal only: Varactyls. They find them beautiful, majestic, funky, and fascinating. They'll really enjoy entering races with them, training and practicing and becoming so in-tune with one another. But even outside of competitions, they take great, tender care of their friend. Howzer would have a shimmering purple and peach Varactyl, and Rex would have one with brilliant blue feathers.

Fox and Echo really, really like birds. They totally become the old men who spend their weekends tucked away in some secluded park with a pair of binoculars and a bird guide. They don't necessarily want to bring birds into their homes, though. They don't want to clip their wings, so to speak. But Fox would enjoy a talkative parrot, and Echo ends up being adopted by a couple of Porgs.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Filthy Fucking Pet

A/N: Here’s the next requested fic from my Dirty Little Secret – Super Kinky List! In which Jax Teller owns and abuses you like an actual animal… this shit is mad intense lol and Jax is an absolute alpha male asshole. **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Jax, extreme degradation/dehumanization (master/pet kink, sweat kink, foot worship, ass worship, Jax humiliates you to the max, realistically this is not at all a healthy relationship) Request: This Dirty Little Secret request (anon)

Word Count: ~2.6k

**Please note warnings above**

Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…

Seriously, this shit is super savage and sick and twisted. You’re basically Jax Teller’s personal house pet. In addition to kinky stuff like rimming and the general vibe of extreme submission, this is also the first fic I’ve posted on tumblr that features foot worshiping (I swear I have no interest in feet irl really – as with pretty much all of the kinks in my kinkiest fics honestly, it’s just a theoretical fantasy that I have only for Charlie, and only in theory… since theoretically I have no limits with my sex god king…)

Anywhore, enough ado about nothing! 🙃 All of the kinks in this fic are mentioned in the above warnings, so please just be mindful of them before you jump in…

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You used to be human. But now... it feels as if you've never been.

From the day you and Jackson first met, way back when, you had fallen in love with the crown prince. Fallen to your knees to serve him as his bitch and that's all you have been ever since. Pleasing him is your business. You're his little whore, and his personal pet: nothing more, nothing less.

Anything but human honestly. You're whatever Jax Teller wants you to be. His kinky sex kitten, his filthy fuckpig, or his damn dirty dog on a leash. It's the best. You don't speak, you don't eat—not human food, at least—you just serve at his feet. This is your whole existence. And God, you feel so fucking blessed.

You spend all your days in his house, day in and day out. The castle of the king of Charming. It's such a gift just to live under the same roof as him. Whenever he's not home, you miss him so badly it hurts. But you keep yourself busy by doing the housework. Constantly crawling on all fours, you use your grubby paws to scrub the floor, and sweep the dust off of his furniture.

Then once you're done with all your chores, you kneel down by the front door, and wait desperately for your master. Just counting the seconds until he returns.

Every time that it happens, the moment you hear the smooth roar of the engine as his bike gets in... then his powerful footsteps approaching the entrance... your heart starts to beat harder, faster. On fire in the presence of Jax. There is always a butt plug stuck deep in your ass, with a big fluffy fake tail attached. You're otherwise naked except for your collar and tags.

And today, as your master comes home after quite a long time far away, you are happier than you can take—your whole body quivers and quakes, and your tail starts to wag.

When Jax finally walks in, you gaze up at him with wide, worshipful eyes. He's so damn beautiful you could cry. You yelp and whimper a few times in greeting, to express how excited you are to be seeing your king. By now your human brain has certainly stopped working. Your hungry tongue hangs from your open mouth, breathing needy and loud, as subhuman growls and thick gobs of drool keep spilling out.

He smiles down at you as he enters, worn out from a long day of being Jax Teller, the baddest motherfucker ever. He must be exhausted, no doubt.

But still his gorgeous grin is big and genuine, bright as the sun, his slicked hair such a brilliant blonde, eyes as deep and as blue as the ocean. Clearly pleased at the sight of your tail-wagging motion, a signal of your pure devotion.

"Happy to see me?" he teases playfully, as if he has to ask. Typical Jax.

You nod gleefully in response to that. Your perfect master reaches down to pat your head, stroking your hair now as you purr for him, showing how much you adore him, as his faithful little pet.

"That's a good slut," he coos. "Go on, you know what to do."

Lowering your face to the ground, as ever eager to go down, upon those words he speaks, you hurry to remove his shoes. Those famously white sneaks. Then tug his socks off with your teeth—damp with a long day's worth of sweat, getting you drunk on his intoxicating scent, the pure essence of Jackson—then press sloppy kisses all over his beautiful feet. Servicing him like this is everything you need.

Ugh, you've missed him so much... full of love and submission, arousal dripping from your crotch, you stuff his socks into your mouth both at once, then lift your face off of the floor and sit back on your heels in your usual kneeling position. Your paws are propped under your chin as you blink up at him. He knows just what you want.

"Look at you, cunt. You wanna play fetch?" he says, chuckling as you bob your dumb head eagerly up and down. It's so much fun when he rolls his sweaty socks into a ball and throws it all over the house, for you to chase around. Playing that game is such a privilege. "Hmm, I would... but I'm not in the mood. Master's too fucking tired. Too bad for you, bitch."

Aw. Too bad indeed. Wallowing in self-pity, you pout and hang your head in a deep bow, but you know better than to plead. He turns to walk away now, and you follow at his feet. Crawling as you are it's always hard to keep up with his speed.

He's yawning by the time you reach the master bedroom. Some nights he has more energy when he gets home. Sometimes he'd slam you up against the wall and fuck you hard in every hole, wild and savage as an animal, filling you with his thick creamy cum, so deliciously full...

Apparently not tonight, though. You can't blame him, you know. You can't blame Jackson Teller for any damn thing, to be honest. Of course not. Because he is your fucking king. Whatever he does, he's your master, your god; everything about his whole existence is flawless.

You watch in rapture as he strips naked, carelessly flinging his kutte and the rest of his clothes to the floor, and flops facedown in bed to lay his weary head to rest. Fit for the king he is, his bed is big and plush and luxurious. At this late hour, he's too tired to even bother with a shower, you notice. Fuck yes—that's how you like it best.

Hopefully he'll let you use your tongue to clean up all his glorious sweat. Then whenever he leaves next to take care of business, you'll still get to savor his scent in his absence, inhaling it off of the sheets and the mattress. Your thirsty mouth is watering just at the thought of it, as you scurry all over the bedroom to clean up his mess.

Gathering up all the clothes that he scattered, you can't help but take a deep breath. Inhaling the essence of this sinfully sexy bastard.

You indulge in a whiff, as you slobber and sniff—focusing on the pits of his shirt so damp and sweaty it's obscene, and the rich-smelling crotch of his jeans, soaking up all the musk of his cock and his balls and his ass which smells so good it hurts—and especially his underwear... before dutifully dropping them into the hamper, along with the socks that you brought from downstairs. Though you hate washing Jax's sweet scent off of anything, one of your chores, of course, is to take care of all the laundry for your master.

"Get over here, bitch. You should clean up after me faster," he scolds, dominant voice husky and low, somewhat muffled as his head is partially sunken into one of his deluxe pillows. "Did you just get distracted by sniffing my sweat? You're such a greedy, filthy fucking pet."

You instantly start whimpering in apology, overflowing with self-hatred as you hasten toward the foot of his bed. You would say sorry, in so many words, if you could, as you should.

But you can't, given that you're not human. And your master knows that of course. All you want is to worship his body, and show him you're sorry, but you need permission before you can move from your place on the floor...

"Crawl up onto the bed," he commands, well assured you will follow his orders as fast as you can. "Go ahead, you pathetic whore. Make yourself useful and worship my back. Can't you see I'm exhausted and need to relax?"

Oh, how you love when he lets out his inner beast and treats you to the absolute most savage side of Jax.

Though you also love when he is soft, when he treats you with sweet talk and cuddles you up... this is the side of him you adore even more. His abuse is just what you live for.

"I want a full body massage," he orders, as you set to work on his muscular shoulders. "Yeah, use those paws. And that dirty mouth of yours... so dirty... mmm, that's it, lick all the sweat off my body. Desperate fucking dog."

You don't need him to tell you—that is exactly what you're dying to do—but it's so much better when he does. So damn hot. It's insane just how much you get off on his dirty talk.

And he keeps going on as you worship his perfect physique. While your hands rub and knead every inch, your mouth traces a line down the smooth divine curve of his spine, running down the black ink of the reaper design, wet lips puckering into passionate kisses all over his dewy skin, slurping up each new bead of fresh sweat as it dribbles and leaks. Every so often, his degrading words and his delicious groans of pleasure cut to cruel sadistic laughter, whenever he wants to humiliate you for being such a freak.

That just makes you love him even more. You're his subhuman whore, reduced into a literal pig as the maddening scent and flavor of your master makes you fucking squirm, wriggling like a worm, every sound out of your throat a squeal or a squeak. His savage strength makes you so weak...

"Unghh God, you're such a fucking animal," he snarls as you salivate all over his sculpted muscles. "Get that worthless face lower down where you belong. Yeah, you know what you want. Suffocate in my asshole."

And that very instant, you do just as told. You wedge your whole damn head into the sacred space between his sweaty cheeks, diving in deep, digging for gold. It's salty and sweet and so so fucking hot. You don't even care whether you'll ever come up for air or not. He's everything you need and all you want to breathe. Your king Jax Teller is a motherfucking god...

When he growls and reaches back with both of his strong hands to push his palms against your skull and smash your face even deeper inside his crack, the pure aggression of the act gives you a goddamn heart attack.

Before you can even recover from that, he suddenly shifts—you gasp for a split second as his magnificent body lifts.

But the next thing you know, he is squatting low over your mouth, then sitting the fuck down till your tongue is lodged deep in his tight sweaty hole and his big heavy balls are completely smothering your snout.

Jax throws his head back with a guttural groan as he starts to grind, taking your mouth for a ride. You could die just from that fucking sound, from the taste, from the feel of his full body weight as he shudders and sighs, dominating your face. Degrading you just right. You could do this all night. Then he looks back down, bright blue gaze locking with your eyes, open wide, sex-crazed and lost in a mad loving daze.

Is this fucking real? Even as it happens, you honestly can't fathom how good it feels...

And there's no way that you wouldn't notice, in this position of pure bliss, your master's fucking enormous cock. While you drown in his ass, savoring your sweet feast, that massive piece of meat is throbbing right above you like a beast, hard as a rock.

"Fuuuck, that's it—eat my ass, you good-for-nothing pig..." Jax explosively grunts as his hot sphincter squeezes and strangles your tongue. "Look what you're doing to my dick. You're gonna make me fucking cum. That what you want?"

Ohhh Godddd...

He goes on before you can respond. "Well, that's just what you're gonna get. Ughh—such a good little pet..." he praises as he begins pumping himself, the pink tip of his dick giving off the rich scent of his juices, each sweet drop that glistens, all glossy and wet. Some of his precum drips to your forehead.

But that's not where his full load is going to land. No, that's all gonna go down your dirty whore throat. Jax then clutches the top of your head with one hand, fingers rooting hard into your scalp, making you gulp and gasp, as you suck on his ass, while his other fist jacks off his perfect dick, faster and harder with each fucking stroke. He's so hot it's a joke.

"Shit—gonna cum—take it, bitch... take it all till you choke..." he moans, pulling his ass swiftly off of your slobbering lips and then pressing the tip of his cock onto your twitching tongue. Blessing you with a huge load of sweet white hot cum. By this point you're struck dumb.

You can feel your eyes roll to the back of your skull, as you savor his flavor and swallow him whole. You are so goddamn grateful. Jackson Teller is feeding your body, your heart and your soul.

You're reminded right now of what you've always known: that you are his to own. He is more than human, so much more, all that you live for... and you are so much less and always have been. Falling in these roles just feels so fucking natural. He is a fucking god—everything you are not—and you're a fucking animal.

Once he is done using you as his subhuman cum dump, your master is gracious enough to let you clean him up. You wrap your lips around his flawless cock to lick and suck off every drop. Pressing French kisses all across his freshly drained balls and his perfect pink asshole. Hoping that your beloved master knows he's your entire world.

"Good girl," Jax sighs, as your face nestles in the space between his strong powerful thighs. "Bet you wish you could sleep with me here in this bed. But that would be wrong. Don't you know where you belong, you filthy little pet?"

Ah, yes—you could never forget. With a whimper of submissive bliss, you give your master one last kiss, right on the tip of his delicious dick. Admiring how even right after he came it’s still so stiff and throbbing and thick.

And then you climb off of his mattress and crawl into your tiny pet bed, set right by his nightstand. The spot where you're so blessed to sleep beside this divine god of a man. You curl yourself up nice and small, into a little ball, so you can fit. And all the while you're still squealing like a pig. You just can't help it.

The king of Charming huffs out one of his majestic snickers at the sound of you grunting and groveling, so low-down and pathetic. "Goodnight, pig."

Your heart flutters—so grateful and glad that he calls you that, just what you are to him, always will be... so fucking filthy... you know that he is pleased, and his pleasure is all that matters.

You already can't wait till the morning when he'll let you drink from his dick, hopefully. But till then you'll just sleep, knowing that all your dreams will be sweet, for you dream of one thing only: pleasing your master.

And you're living that dream, as unreal as it seems. Your real life is as good as it gets.

You'll go on forever loving every minute of living with Jax Teller—living for Jax Teller, now and forever—as his filthy fucking pet.

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… Sooo I know that was SUPER kinky shit, but I hope there are some filthy bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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may i request nagito asking out his best friend while theyre students in hope's peak?

Mod Mikan’s note: Here you go, darling! I did this in the form of a headcanon since it was easier for me to format the sequence of events, so I apologize if you wanted a drabble. I hope this suffices!

-Before you and Nagito were a couple, you were best friends!

-Nagito never really had any close friends before, aside from Hajime, and sometimes Chiaki. After all, his luck was unpredictable, he could’ve ended up hurting his loved ones

-But that didn’t stop you from sitting next to the adorable, marshmallow haired boy on that faithful day

-You were walking along the halls of the prestigious institution, admiring the intricate designed moldings and sunlight that passed through the glass windows. Looking around for room 312, you still couldn’t shake yourself off from this dram

-You, (Y/N) (L/N), was now known as the ultimate (Y/T). You were guaranteed success in the future. You were in Hope Peak’s academy--could this get any better?

-With a gasp of relief, you managed to find your first period classroom, a few students sitting in their seats. With your hands slightly shaking, you powered through your anxiety, walking inside the classroom. Before you could pull out a chair from the first empty desk you could find, you were stopped by another hand

-”Excuse me?! What the hell do you think you’re doing near MY desk, you fucking piece of pig barf?!”

-You looked up, seeing a petite girl that looked like she was visiting from the elementary program. However, her nasty attitude was the aspect of her that caught your eye. Though...not in a good way

-”Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. I’m new here. Is this your desk?” I asked her, trying to fan out the flames that she lit from her stubborn, hot-headed persona. The blond scoffed and yanked the chair away from me

-”You’re new? CLEARLY! Yes, this is my goddamn desk! Anyone with a brain can realize that. I don’t care who you are, but since you pissed me off, you can go sit with the hope obsessed whatever over there!” With a flick of a pointed finger, she presented a cute boy with cloud like hair, reading a book at his desk. I cocked my brow, turning my attention from the male back to the childlike girl

-”Eh? And who made you the keeper of the seats?” I shot back at her, every word of the second statement laced with some sass. With your hands placed on your hips, the blond just crossed her arms, staring at you challengingly

-”Ugh, I feel even less talented just looking at you! If you wanna save yourself from total embarrassment AND from being treated even worse than Tsumiki, then get out of my sight!”

-Wow........

-Followed by an eye roll, you whizzed passed the bratty girl. You only sat next to the boy she previously pointed you because it was the only open seat that was the farthest away from her. Well, you probably know who you aren’t going to call for missed notes

-With the thud of your bag hitting the wood floor underneath your new desk, you sat down near the cute boy. He closed his book, turning to you. Before you could say hello, he beat you to the punch. However, his first words towards you shocked you even more than the spoiled girl you first met

-”Oh, you must be the new student I heard about. (Y/N) (L/N), the ultimate (Y/T), right? Well, my name is Nagito Komeada, the ultimate lucky student. I know my talent isn’t really that great compared to yours. And my trashy presence is probably boring you right now. Don’t worry. I’ll go so you don’t have to feel embarrassed being near me,”

-.......................Was everyone at Hope Peak’s academy this weird?

-As the white haired male gathered his things, you frowned, thinking that you were destined to be an outcast here. You already made an enemy without even saying much, and now you just pushed away a potential friend

-As you let out a depressed sigh, the pale boy couldn’t help but frown to. He stopped picking up his things, placing them back on his desk. He sat down again, apologizing for making you feel bad

-”Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. Did you...actually want to get to know me?” He asked you, making you nod. This made his foregoing cheerful smile form again on his face, as he turned his whole body towards you

-”I’m so flattered someone with such a hopeful talent wants to talk with a worthless human being like me! You said it was your first day at this school, right? Maybe I can show you around during lunch if you want,” He offered. At first, his harsh view of himself baffled you a bit. Not really the most appropriate way of introducing yourself to someone. Nevertheless, you shrugged this fact off and accepted his offer to show you around school

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-From that day forward, Nagito Komeada became your best friend

-Before you two started dating, you use to do everything together. The only things that changed after you guys were a couple was a few pet names here and there and kissing/hand-holding

-Nagito tried to keep his distance as much as he could after showing you around. After all, everything went smoothly after he showed you around school. It was screaming for bad luck to occur not only to him, but to you to!

-How dare trash like him tarnish an innocent, loving ultimate like yourself with his despair inducing luck cycle? It was foolish of him to think that he could ever have the honor of calling an ultimate like yourself a close friend. He would only cause you trouble--be a burden

-Yeah, like that was going to stop you

-You basically sat near Nagito during class time, lunch, after school activities, and even walked home together. While Nagito tried to end your conversations as soon as possible, you were skeptical. Didn’t he like you? Or...was it just pity that he just chose to stay in his seat near you on your first day?

-His distance between you was quickly closed when he explained his luck cycle to you during cleaning time. He ended his reasoning with a sigh, preparing for you to leave and never talk to him again. He even had a few suggestions on moving desks in class

-But what you said startled the pale boy

-”I’d like you see your bad luck try to tear us apart. I don’t know what it’ll bring for us in the future, but I do know one thing: I’ll never leave your side, Nagito. I enjoy being around you and nothing can change that”

-From that day, Nagito’s attitude did a whole one eighty and you two became inseperable

-Was it really possible for someone as disgusting as him to be friends with an ultimate? Going over to each other’s places to do homework, watching bad movies and eating slightly burnt baked cookies, laughing at terrible jokes inside jokes no one else would understand.....

-No......Nagito knew he didn’t even deserve to think about you in such a way. But the infamous lucky student could help but grow...an even more intimate bond with you. He already braced himself for a rejection, mentally preparing himself for the utmost despair that would flood his heart. Could he even work up the courage to tell you these strong feelings? Was he being selfish? He already felt greedy enough for keeping you away from hanging out with the other ultimates--that’s where you belonged. Not with mere trash like him.

-He pushed his luck keeping you as his best friend. To have you as his lover? His true source of hope in his life? C’mon Komeada....be realistic here. You were meant to be alone and die alone! Your luck cycle will always be a constant reminder of that!

-Perhaps....it wouldn’t hurt to try it? After all, where there is despair, there will be hope that will rise from it! The day when you and Nagito were suppose to try a new outdoor cafe but it rained? You offered to make your own coffee and pastries at your house! The day when you and Nagito took a walk in the park and you broke your leg because you didn’t see that sidewalk crack? Nagito was by your side through the whole doctor’s trip and he managed to cheer you up by buying you a lot of snacks from the vending machine

-Like.....when he placed only not even 200 yen into the vending machine, it glitched and gave him five baggies of chips instead of one

-Maybe his good luck would be on his side and you would accept his feelings! Then he could turn his fantasies into the reality. All you needed to do was say yes and he’d give you the world! You’d be his precious angel of hope, his darling love, his ultimate luck charm

-.......But that would just be too convenient. It would be too good to be true. Bad luck.....good luck.....which would one overpower the other and make it all worth it

-Obviously good luck! Hope conquers all after all! You weren’t a mere stepping stone like Nagito was. You were an ultimate after all! A pure symbol of hope! To him, you were a shining ray of hope, the angel that provided him light into his dark life. He wanted needed you more so than ever. It was now or never, Nagito. I can’t keep relying on my luck. Especially for something as important as this. This will all be determined by (Y/N)’s feelings. After all, they’re not that kind of person to never talk to their friend again after a love confession.....right?

-”Eh? Komeada-kun, are you okay?”

-Nagito was snapped out of his thoughts, as he turned to his best friend. The ultimate let out a sigh, gripping the backpack strap that was slinged across their shoulders even tighter. The ultimate (Y/T) knew that her best friend was known for being a bit...absorbed in his thoughts

-”Honestly Nagito, did you even listen to what I was saying?” The question slipped from a pair of soft lips, a hint of annoyance laced each word. The duo kept walking away from the school, back to Nagito’s home. Hangouts were usually at his house for obvious reasons. His parents were dead and he was basically all alone. It must get pretty boring with just himself in such a big house. He also had more money than an average person spends in their lifetime, so that was also a bonus

-Nagito almost found himself lost in thought yet again, smiling to himself. He would’ve been in tears if you agreed to move in with him after just a few months of dating. He knew that you two were still in high school, but just imagine how perfect it would be. He wouldn’t have to worry about being lonely, he wouldn’t have to worry about if you were safe and happy, he wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Just you and him--just the way he liked it

-The (H/C) student noticed Nagito’s small smiile, and cocked their brow. They snapped a pair of (S/C) fingers in his face, literally snapping him out of his personal trance for a second time

-”Nagito, what is up? You’ve been spacing off and mumbling to yourself for the past few weeks. Is...everything okay?” His best friend asked him, as Nagito pulled out his house key, sliding the metal into the lock. The turning of gears signaled that the large estate was unlocked, and with a gentle push of the double doors, both teenagers entered

-”Oh, I appreciate the concern, (Y/N), but it’s nothing to fuss over. I’ve....actually been deep in thought about...a certain someone lately,” The white haired male admitted, shutting the door behind him. (Y/N)’s furrowed brows became raised him shock and somewhat cheekiness. They never took Nagito for the type of fall in love. Not that he was cold or unemotional, but he never interacted with anyone besides them, Hajime, or somewhat, Chiaki. And he never showed any romantic interest in either of them. Who could he possible have on his mind?

-”Oh? Is that so?” The Ultimate (Y/T) curved a smirk upon their lips, as they walked closer to the skinny boy. With the thud of a second backpack joining Nagito’s onto the floor, (Y/N) took a seat on the leather couch, the playful smirk never leaving their adorable face “And, may I ask, who is this lucky someone that is on your mind?”

-”Well.....they....um....they’re really beautiful, dedicated and skilled at their talent, and even manages to outshine all the other ultimates. They’re truly optimistic, joyful, and a wonder to be around. I think I may love them more than hope itself,” He blushed, the small smile creeping back onto his face. (Y/N) chuckled lightly, crossing their legs along with their arms

-”Wow, they must really be something if you love them that much. Can I get a name along with that lovey-dovey description though?” (Y/N) tried to pry Nagito even deeper, impatient to know who stole their best friend’s heart. Who knows? Maybe they can even play matchmaker for the lovebirds!

-Nagito took this small window of time to form a small plan. It seemed simple enough and maybe some bad luck would be prevented if he took a more...passive approach into expressing his feelings. His small smile was replaced with his usual cheerful, bright one, as he dug through his just discarded backpack on the floor

-”Actually....I think it would be better if I wrote it down...” Nagito stated, producing a marble notebook and pencil in his hands. (Y/N) was about to say something, but Nagito seemed eager to write down the note to his friend. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch, scribbling on a random, clean page in the notebook. The ripping of the paper and folding of it signaled that he was done, as he handed the message to his best friend

-”Looks like you’re taking all the precautions you can, Nagito. But I promise you that it’s just us here,” (Y/N) chuckled and winked at him before taking the slip of paper from him. Nagito grinned joyously, both figuratively and physically on the edge of his seat. As the (H/C) haired student folded out the creases from the once pleated paper, the words bewildered them for a second

-Will you be my one and only hope, (Y/N)?

-With a turn of their head from the paper to Nagito’s blushing face, he grinned bashfully at them, hoping he didn’t ruin things between them. He was about to say something along the lines of “I know trash like me doesn’t deserve you...” but his open mouth was covered with an index finger being placed perpendicular towards it

-”Nagito, if you even think about calling yourself trash, I will hide all your bagels! And to answer your questions....I would love to be your hope,” The smirk that was on their face was softened into a compassionate smile. Nagito felt the weight being lifted from his chest as was about to hug (Y/N) out of relief and happiness, but thought for a split second that he was going to push it, tainting their beautiful skin with his garbage touch

-Well, not like he had much of a choice, as you pulled him into a hug, staying like that for a long time

-It was that day where Nagito felt his dark world being filled with the light of hope that was you. Slowly and slowly you helped him crawl out of his despairing world and showed him the hope that you had to offer. You gave him your love and so much more--something he was yearning for for his whole entire life. He had his own hope

-Nagito never wants to stop being with you. For the first time in in his life....

-He knows what love is

#nagito komaeda #nagito komeada kin #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito headcanons #nagito oneshots #nagito x you #danganronpa nagito #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa oneshot

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mshomestyle · 3 years

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Hawks [Keigo Takami] & Reader: My Hero Kindergarten

In the yumijoshi discord group I’m in, I asked for writing motivation. One of the users, QwertySparrow said I should write a crack fic then gave me this idea!

“Umm, Hawks and reader go to the same elementary/middle school they go on a field trip to a farm and see a bunch of cute animals while they were looking at baby animals, reader is feeding a cow as hawks plays with a baby chicken than he tries to eat it much to readers surprise”

Today, your class was on a field trip to a farm, and you were more than excited. The day wasn’t the best that it could be, however, since you weren’t going to be the line leader. Which was certainly a coveted position for any kindergartner. Tomorrow would be your turn, meaning you had to wait.

However, luckily for you, before your class boarded the bus, the current line leader Touya Todoroki had wet his pants, leading his mommy to come and pick him up. Your tiny heart could barely take the news.

This was it. You had made it to the show.

Your entire year had been leading up to this moment.

“Attention!” you called, clapping your tiny hands together as your class lined up to board the bus. Your teacher, Toshinori Yagi was smiling happily and just letting you do your thing. He made a few remarks about how you looked so ‘cute’ taking your ‘little’ job so seriously. You were going to let that slide since he was your beloved teacher. “Everyone line up!”

Hoping you were doing a good job, you looked to your best friend Keigo Takami, who was number two in line that day. He gave you a thumbs up, so you continued.

“Today, we are representing our class at U.A. farms, so be on your best behavior.” As the line leader, you knew that nothing could go wrong on this field trip. And as if being a testament to your seriousness, you had a whistle strung around your neck that you weren’t afraid to use. “Now, let’s all-“

“Hey, don’t push!”

Hearing this disturbance, you looked towards the back of the line where Rumi and Tensei were. Rumi was tapping her foot in annoyance as she glared at the other kindergartner.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Hmph. It’s MY turn to be the caboose!” Rumi huffed, “But Tensei won’t give me my spot!”

“She was absent yesterday when it was her turn!”

“That doesn’t count-“

You blew your whistle, effectively getting them to stop it.

“Haha, you kids play nice now,” Mr. Toshinori chuckled, “Tensei, let Rumi have her turn. Besides, we’ll all be scattered about on the farm anyway.” You nodded as if you had a great hand in this decision before looking back at Keigo as if wanting his approval again, and once you received your thumbs up, you knew that you were good to go!

“Let’s all board the bus!” you smiled.

All of you little tots boarded the bus, and you sat up front with Keigo, leading your class in songs such as Mary had a little lamb, Row your boat, and of course old Mcdonald. When you all made it to the farm, you led everyone out of the bus, making sure they were all in a line.

“Alright!” you said, after a blow with your whistle, “Don’t touch anything you’re not supposed to, and no hurting the animals! Let’s go!” You all made your way to the farmhouse where the nice farmer Nezu told you about what he does there and how farming works. He then let you kids go and pet the animals, which as soon as you were told that, you went off to do so, though made sure to keep an eye on everyone.

Rumi and Tensei seemed to get along as they both headed to pet the sheep, Aizawa and Hizashi made their way towards the pigs, and the others were just all over the place. Taking your duty seriously, you went to do some rounds, making sure nothing out of order was going on. Keigo went to join you, being the faithful friend that he was. “You’re a great line leader, [Name]!” he praised.

“Thank you,” you giggled happily, “Oh, cows!” Taking a break from your little patrol, you went to pet the cows admiring how cute they looked. You giggled as one mooed at you, and at that moment you decided to turn around to see if Keigo was seeing this as well. The cows were being so friendly after all!

When you turned, however, you noticed that he was a few feet away, picking up a baby chicken. They looked so adorable that you made a mental note to see them next. You turned back around to give some more attention to the cows, then all of a sudden you heard, “Cheep! Cheep!” One of the chickens were screaming bloody murder, so you quickly rushed to them only to see Keigo attempting to put one in his mouth!

“Keigo!” you scolded, taking the chick from his hand. You couldn’t allow this to happen. You were the line leader! To think your number two would do you like this! “What are you doing?!” Keigo just pouted.

“I wanted some chicken nuggets, but I don’t know how to cook,” he confessed, “I’m sorry, I know it’s bad to eat them so raw.”

“Not the issue!”

“Haha! You kids play nice now.”

#hawks #keigo takami #mha keigo takami #child keigo #child hawks #reader #reader insert #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mirko #miruko #All Might #yagi toshinori

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jeromecolby · 3 years

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Jerome Backstory

Circe ranks as one of the greatest witches of mythology. A beautiful enchantress . Circe, in Greek legend, a sorceress, the daughter of Helios, the sun god, and of the ocean nymph Perse. She was able by means of drugs and incantations to change humans into wolves, lions, and swine. The Greek hero Odysseus visited her island, Aeaea, with his companions, whom she changed into swine.

The daughter of Helios and Perse, Circe was a powerful enchantress versatile in the arts of herbs and potions and capable of turning human beings into animals. She did just that to Odysseus’ sailors when they reached her dwelling place, the secluded island of Aeaea. Odysseus, however, managed to trick her with the help of Hermes and, instead of becoming an animal, he became her lover for a year. The couple had three children, one of whom, Telegonus, eventually killed Odysseus.

Family

Circe was the daughter of Perse, one of the Oceanids, and Helios, the Titan sun god. As such, she was part of a family of formidable sorceresses. Pasiphae, who supposedly charmed both Minos and Procris, was her sister, and the even more notorious enchantress Medea was her niece, since she was the daughter of Circe’s brother Aeetes, the guardian of the Golden Fleece. Circe had another brother, Perses, who was slain by Medea after he had deposed her father Aeetes from the throne of Colchis.

Reaching Circe’s Island

Disheartened and dispirited from their horrendous encounter with the man-eating Laestrygonians – after which they had been left with only one out of their twelve ships – Odysseus and his remaining men land on Aeaea, Circe’s island.

At first glance, it seems to them like a desolate island, since the only visible sign of life is a column of smoke rising from somewhere deep in the woods. Naturally, Odysseus sends his men to investigate, putting his brother-in-law Eurylochus in charge of the scouting party.

The Transformation of Odysseus’ Men

After some time, the men reach Circe’s house and are surprised to find many fearsome beasts – mostly lions and wolves – slouching around and acting as domesticated as the tamest pets imaginable. From the inside, they hear a woman’s voice: it’s Circe singing melodiously.

Eurylochus suspects danger, so he chooses to stay outside as Circe comes out of her house and welcomes the rest of the scouting party indoors. Odysseus’ men are treated with some fine-flavored wine they gulp down in a second with the utmost pleasure. However, once they do that, Circe makes a quick move with her wand and, suddenly, all of Odysseus’ men are transformed into pigs. They still have their human brains, so they start grunting and weeping as Circe puts them into her pigsty.

Odysseus Tricks Circe

Eurylochus runs back to Odysseus and tells him the whole story and Odysseus decides to confront Circe. Fortunately, on his way to Circe’s house, he is met by Hermes, who gives him a magical black-rooted white-flowered plant called moly which, the divine messenger says, will make Odysseus immune to Circe’s spells.

As indicated by Hermes, Circe’s wine has no effect on the cunning Greek hero and so, after the enchantress pulls out her wand, Odysseus responds by pulling out his sword. He makes Circe swear that she won’t hurt him and forces her to restore the original form of all his sailors. Circe does precisely that and, furthermore, taken aback by his bravery, offers Odysseus her sincere love and unconditional devotion.

Odysseus accepts them, and, as a result, his men stay in Aeaea for almost a year, after which Odysseus becomes restless to go back to Ithaca and once again see his mortal wife, Penelope.

Odysseus’ and Circe’s Offspring

If we are to believe Hesiod’s genealogies, however, we must deduce that Odysseus returned to Aeaea once or twice more after this, or at least that he stayed there for a little longer than a year. Since Circe – says Hesiod – bore him no less than three children: Agrius, Latinus, and Telegonus. The last and youngest one of the three ended up killing Odysseus by mistake using a poisoned spear given to him by his mother.

Circe in Other Myths

Circe plays a smaller part in few other myths: she purifies Jason and Medea from a murder, and she transforms PIcus and Scylla into a woodpecker and monster respectively.

Jason and Medea

Circe shows up in the second most famous Ancient Greek story of sea adventures, the voyage of the Argonauts. According to Apollonius, after Jason and Medea treacherously and brutally kill the Colchian prince Absyrtus, it is Circe who purifies them from the sin, though she also chases them away from her island once she learns the full gravity of their transgression.

Circe, a Vengeful Lover

Before falling for Odysseus, Circe felt an attraction to at least three other men, the first one a mortal, and the second two a god.

The mortal was Picus, who was too faithful to his wife Canens for his own sake: after fiercely rejecting Circe’s advances, Picus was turned into a woodpecker. Unable to fight through the unbearable sorrow, six days later, Canens threw herself into the river Tiber.

Another time, the sea-god Glaucus asked Circe for a potion which would make the beautiful nymph Scylla fall in love with him. Circe, however, loved Glaucus for herself, so, when he scorned her, she gave him a potion which turned Scylla into the hideous sailor-preying monster Odysseus and his crew had to evade soon after leaving Circe’s island. The third was the God Odin. Odin was known for taking more than one female. Though he loved his mate, Odin had an affair with Circe keeping her happy so nothing bad fell on him.

Who was Circe?

Where did Circe live?

Circe's home was Aeaea.

Who were the parents of Circe?

The parent of Circe was Helios.

Who were brothers and sisters of Circe?

Circe had 3 siblings: Pasiphae, Aeetes and Perses.

How many children did Circe have?

Circe had 4 children: Agrius, Latinus, Telegonus and Jerome.

Father: Odin

Odin (/ˈoʊdɪn/;[1] from Old Norse: Óðinn, IPA: [ˈoːðinː]) is a widely revered god in Germanic mythology. Norse mythology, the source of most surviving information about him, associates Odin with wisdom, healing, death, royalty, the gallows, knowledge, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry, frenzy, and the runic alphabet, and projects him as the husband of the goddess Frigg. In wider Germanic mythology and paganism, the god was known in Old English and Old Saxon as Wōden, in Old Dutch as Wuodan, and in Old High German as Wuotan, all ultimately stemming from the Proto-Germanic theonym *Wōđanaz, meaning 'lord of frenzy', or 'leader of the possessed'.

Odin appears as a prominent god throughout the recorded history of Northern Europe, from the Roman occupation of regions of Germania (from c. 2 BCE) through movement of peoples during the Migration Period (4th to 6th centuries CE) and the Viking Age (8th to 11th centuries CE). In the modern period the rural folklore of Germanic Europe continued to acknowledge Odin. References to him appear in place names throughout regions historically inhabited by the ancient Germanic peoples, and the day of the week Wednesday bears his name in many Germanic languages, including in English.

In Old English texts, Odin holds a particular place as a euhemerized ancestral figure among royalty, and he is frequently referred to as a founding figure among various other Germanic peoples, such as the Langobards. Forms of his name appear frequently throughout the Germanic record, though narratives regarding Odin are mainly found in Old Norse works recorded in Iceland, primarily around the 13th century. These texts make up the bulk of modern understanding of Norse mythology.

Old Norse texts portray Odin as one-eyed and long-bearded, frequently wielding a spear named Gungnir and wearing a cloak and a broad hat. He is often accompanied by his animal companions and familiars—the wolves Geri and Freki and the ravens Huginn and Muninn, who bring him information from all over Midgard—and rides the flying, eight-legged steed Sleipnir across the sky and into the underworld. Odin is the son of Bestla and Borr and has two brothers, Vili and Vé. Odin is attested as having many sons, most famously the gods Thor (with Jörð) and Baldr (with Frigg), and is known by hundreds of names. In these texts he frequently seeks greater knowledge, at times in disguise (most famously by obtaining the Mead of Poetry), makes wagers with his wife Frigg over the outcome of exploits, and takes part both in the creation of the world by way of slaying the primordial being Ymir and in giving the gift of life to the first two humans Ask and Embla. Odin has a particular association with Yule, and he provides mankind with knowledge of both the runes and poetry, giving Odin aspects of the culture hero.

Odin is a frequent subject of interest in Germanic studies, and scholars have advanced numerous theories regarding his development. Some of these focus on Odin's particular relation to other figures; for example, the fact that Freyja's husband Óðr appears to be something of an etymological doublet of the god, whereas Odin's wife Frigg is in many ways similar to Freyja, and that Odin has a particular relation to the figure of Loki. Other approaches focus on Odin's place in the historical record, a frequent question being whether the figure of Odin derives from Proto-Indo-European mythology, or whether he developed later in Germanic society. In the modern period the figure of Odin has inspired numerous works of poetry, music, and other cultural expressions. He is venerated in most forms of the new religious movement Heathenry, together with other gods venerated by the ancient Germani Odin, also called Wodan, Woden, or Wotan, one of the principal gods in Norse mythology. His exact nature and role, however, are difficult to determine because of the complex picture of him given by the wealth of archaeological and literary sources. The Roman historian Tacitus stated that the Teutons worshiped Mercury; and because dies Mercurii (“Mercury’s day”) was identified with Wednesday (“Woden’s day”), there is little doubt that the god Woden (the earlier form of Odin) was meant. Though Woden was worshiped preeminently, there is not sufficient evidence of his cult to show whether it was practiced by all the Teutonic tribes or to enable conclusions to be drawn about the nature of the god. Later literary sources, however, indicate that at the end of the pre-Christian period Odin was the principal god in Scandinavia.

From earliest times Odin was a war god, and he appeared in heroic literature as the protector of heroes; fallen warriors joined him in Valhalla. The wolf and the raven were dedicated to him. His magical horse, Sleipnir, had eight legs, teeth inscribed with runes, and the ability to gallop through the air and over the sea. Odin was the great magician among the gods and was associated with runes. He was also the god of poets. In outward appearance he was a tall, old man, with flowing beard and only one eye (the other he gave in exchange for wisdom). He was usually depicted wearing a cloak and a wide-brimmed hat and carrying a spear.

JEROME

As everyone knows, what Circe wanted, Circe got. When she set her sights on The father of Gods, Odin nothing would stop her. Odin, the God seen a beautiful God who could help him win his battles with her potions. Little did he know she would trick him, and keep him at her island for months while the plan all along was to impregnate her with a son. One she would cherish above all. He would be a brother to Thor. Only his powers would be that of not onky strength, he was a sorcerer as well. Jerome is out going, the life of the party. He has many abilities and ones he is still finding he has. He isn't like Father, or his Mother and is actually a nice guy with a huge heart. Yiu fuck with what's his, or family and he will make you pay.

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churchyarddirt · 4 years

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Konichi ~~ so I said this in my wattpad once but I will start a brand new Muzan x reader book c:< I already have one and it's called "his dollface" it had over 44k reads and 1k votes, not bad I guess? And I really wanted to show you guys the first part that I made, Your opinion would be extremely appreciated because this is the first time I'll do something so angsty and have Y/n have such a sad backstory~ rape mention alter below. The full 1 chapter will have in total 6000 words and will be published this month

Muzan Kibutsuji...

A man, as divine as God, as powerful as celestial being.

A creature that's infinitely close to perfection

Blessed with amazing looks and even 7 brains He's quite cunning and strong. Any women, a demon or a creature would feel lucky enough to even touch him slightly, even being his show off wife was considered extremy lucky. A women who should be next to him needed to be no less than...

Elegant and soft

Mature and young

Pretty face with small and dumb mindset

Amazing body with a loving wife skills

And little Y/n was nothing like that. At best she could be used as his pet, helping him kill time. The only reason why she was so close to demon lord himself was only because of her age, she was old demon full of knowledge that he needed. Both of them knew their roles....A demon servant that owns him her whole life and obediently follows his orders, a demon lord that controls her and uses for his own good.

They say time heals and it truly did wonders to Y/n, not only was she able to remember her past but she finally forgave herself, and now she was ready to move on.

Her ultimate goal was to build herself a vintage cottage in the forest and enslave 10 humans as slaves that worked for her, she wanted to live her eternity peacefully, enjoying every second of her demon life. But of course little demon girl somehow managed to catch the superior demon's attention. His blood still floyd trough her veins, he could claim her anytime he wanted to - they both knew it.

Y/n was smart, definitely not one of his pretend wives, how will she handle her superior Master?

With his God complex it certainly wont be easy, and with her attitude of over thousand of years old, Y/n isnt like any other his demon. She has pride and dignity.

1100 years ago

Y/n slowly wiped away the mess after one of her Fathers tantrums. The broom was already covered in her mother's hair locks. Her bruised hands were holding on broom stick lightly, the scars and wounds on her palms became almost fatal to ones touch

'He's your brother, and you are just lowly little unmarried girl, he has all rights to touch you'

She tried to jerk of her fathers words, but it was useless, they were carved into the deepest alleys of her mind.

It was no secret women were treated miserably in the past, but Y/n's fathers was beyond disgusting and stupid. Just 30 minutes ago her own brother almost forced himself on her, Y/n was just a child, a 7 year old to he exact.

Her brother who was 14 had no shame or manners. In their family it was well spoken rule that women are way below, if shes unmarried, shes almost certainly slave and to do everything a man has asked for. Her brother being as unlucky with appearance as Y/n had no women of his own whatsoever, a marriage was out of question, not to mention they were poor.

The elder brother was angry and of course, being a little 'man' he was, he had his desires.

Fighting for her safety Y/n poked his eyes, and as for someone who hasn't cut their nails for a half a year we all know how this went. A lot of blood.

Y/n's mother wasn't as heartless, she stood up and was on her daughters side, and now she was imprisoned in their basement because they were too poor to even afford 'jail'

As you can imagine, Y/n's life was as miserable as it could be. She had no education and almost nothing to eat.

It was no surprise that Her mother and brother mysteriously were found dead by poison. Y/n poisoned her mother not because she disliked her, it was because she asked her. Her mother would rather die then continued living like this, imprisoned and left to rot, but before that secretly raped by several Male servants and her own husband.

Her father didnt think too much when red haired female one faithful day knocked on their door and asked for Y/n. She promised a big tons of coins for that girl, by red haired female, Y/n was supposed to be her slave "I will give you a ton of coins, you shall be able to buy a new house and end your hunger forever, they shall be here tomorrow" I wide smirk appeared on her father's face, she was finally useful.

Not wasting any time he gave her away and patiently waited for his money.

Evade

/ɪˈveɪd/

verb

escape or avoid (someone or something), especially by guile or trickery.

"friends helped him to evade the daylight for a time"

Little girl walked trough the town with red haired women hand in hand "How much did I cost" Y/n asked bluntly making the older female hiss "If you think I will actually show up and give him money you are certainly far from being smart" Y/n rotated her gaze towards the women with big pointy hat

"Pigs like him deserve nothing more than a curse" she hissed annoyingly, that was the first stranger to show kindness to Y/n. This was where she finally started to grow. A student of the witch of spider lily.

Y/n had no emotions, she wasn't used to being ordered by women, unless it was her frightened moms voice that said something alarming.

To her luck, the women was patient and kind, she took care of her and as a new beginning, she gave Y/n a new name, because how other way would she start her new life?

They both sat at the forest on her light wooden Minka, facing each other. Y/n had already multiple hot spring rituals that helped her body regain the vitamins it needed to wash of that sick pale colour her skin had by now.

"Vera" red-haired women pointed at her, with her claw like nails "Lilith" then she pointed at Y/n, stating her new name "But I am Y/n L/n" female quietly confessed making Vera glare at her "Its a new beginning for you, do you wish to carry on that dirty name that they gave you" Vera's question struck Y/n's chest tightly, she looked around. It was autumn but she smelled like spring, after a while she finally felt alive.

Maybe it was finally her chance to start over?

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armyhallows · 4 years

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Crown (a TXT inspired story) get to know the devil

summery: this story is about a girl named laana who is looked at as a devil by every one she knows,but as life goes on she just realizes how special she is with the help of her friend she found her crown.

warning:none

request: no

Crown masterlist

chapter 2

Hello this is my first post on here,but I just wanted to say this is not like y/n fanfiction these are just stories I got inspiration from these songs

I recommend hearing crown by txt while reading it's a good song

And I'm adding the lyrics so it would make more sense

Crown lyrics

You who’s staring at me blankly in the mirror is not me

dizzy headaches and something on my head Wanna run away, wanna disappear. Far away(Save me) Who am I, I don’t know who I am My body must have gone mad There’s a horn coming out of my head,What do I do, I don’t know how to stop it I’m the only bad thing in this world Save me, maybe I have turned into a monster got no one but you Who you?Are you my salvation who found me deserted Who you?Are your wings the same pain like mine There’s a horn rising up on my head But I love it You become my crown The sensation of going pit-a-pat My heart is mayhem but I love it We have finally become perfect The two of us, us, us Stop the loneliness, abracadabra Stop the suffering, abracadabra Why is the world treating me like this Got a horn on me all of a sudden Would there be light? Even for the devils?And then your wings were spread in front of my eyes Tell me please, I’m the one who completes your half This moment of my name being called Who you?Are you my salvation who found me deserted Who you?Are your wings the same pain like mine There’s a horn rising up on my head But I love it You become my crown The sensation of going pit-a-pat My heart is mayhem but I love it We have finally become perfect The two of us, us, us Stop the loneliness, abracadabra Stop the suffering, abracadabra Actually I’m still a little worried I’m standing in between the cold sneer and the loneliness nobody can understand But it’s you Your existence changes my world like magic I’m not in pain anymore got crown on my head There’s a horn rising up on my head But I love it You become my crown The sensation of going pit-a-pat My heart is mayhem but I love it We have finally become perfect The two of us, us, us Stop the loneliness, abracadabra Stop the suffering, abracadabra

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crown the story

Looking at the person who at a point I was dreaming would become the most popular person in history,just friends no enemy type of person but in reality is nothing but a devil in everyone's eye.

To be honest there's no point in even explaining who I'm talking about but I'll say it anyways I'm talking about myself So let me introduce myself _ I'm Kim laana just a fifteen year old in high school. as normal as it sounds my life is nothing compared to what I wanted it to be. You'll understand later on now moving on,as I put on my backpack really wishing to throw it into the nearest dumpster, I start wondering which of my deeds will get me in trouble today and before I know it I'm out...on my way to school,Yippee(sarcasm)

And another reminder I might or might not have completed my assignment which is why I'm even more not thrilled to go to school than usual,it's not I'm like a teachers pet or anything it's just that it would give people more opportunities to pick on me

2 mins later

I try to rush into my school hallway to not get caught, but faith has its ways

"Hey Kim loony "said the face I was most excited to see(sarcasm) Ugh i thought before I said

"Yes queen of rats" I said with a smirk

"yo I thought demons were good at giving comebacks well I guess I was wrong, "

Out of nowhere one of her minions shouted"and the names quara dont tell me demons have gone dead now"

"Its okay suz~ I'd rather not here my name from a demons mouth" said quara

Okay now hold up since when did miss quara start acting like an angle! I mean yeah I guess she is the "angle" of my school but calling people by there nickname its just to hilarious ,I unknowingly singer but the rat caught me

"Oh my God I've seen a pig laugh today"said quara

So I said"such a big accomplishment where did u see it In the mirror"

And before the fool could say another word I left from there.

This is an everyday routine for me to look like a devil straight from hell being made fun of by corny angles but am I anyone to judge if I'm the daughter of a alcoholic who hurted his own wife and daughter,well now I live with my uncle but it's no better cuz I am still seen as the daughter of a devil which makes me a devil to.

I never liked my father in fact I'll never In a million year forgive him for putting my mum in a coma ,but this is my life I can't do anything but accept it.

Well now u may be wondering why I have no friends ,well u see I suffer from OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder)so u could call me a paranoid person.there were many people who wanted to help me but I'd mess up my chances saying something I didn't mean to and make myself look bad again.

And no one pitys a devil.

I entered my English class my favourite class(cuz the teacher is always sick)I take a seat in the back of the back and wait for the class to start

15 mins later

Most of the students have taken their seats waiting for class to began I was just doodling when I could have been doing my science assignment.

But then out of nowhere someone said"u could be doing that assignment of your's"

To be continued......

I hope u liked the story and recommend ideas if u want to

See ya!!

#bluehour #kpop #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai #tommorow by together #txt #txt crown #crown #kpop stories #kpop boys

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american-satanxx · 4 years

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Animal in Me//Chapter 4

Author’s note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Let me know if you want to be added to a tag list. Also if you want a link to the playlist I use for this story as well as my other Nikki Sixx fanfic, Rebel Love Song.

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With A Smile And A Wink And A Sparkle In Her Eyes

By the end of the week, Nikki and I have fallen into a nice little routine of sarcasm and banter between us. Mick has almost become my best friend while Tommy actually has become my best friend. And Vince? Well I still think he’s a major pig; but he’s handsome so I’ll let it slide. Right now we are at a hotel in the middle of nowhere, relaxing by the pool. This should have been my day away from the guys but they insisted on sitting right next to me as I sunbathe. Nikki is on my left side and Vince in on my right. Tommy is next to Nikki and Mick is sitting under the umbrella a distance away from us. Tommy, Nikki and Vince are all talking about the girls they managed to bed today, alone. This was enough to earn an eye roll from me, which didn’t go unnoticed by Nikki. “Jealous, baby girl?” He asks and I cringe at the pet name. “Yes because I’m so jealous of girls that chase every rock stars that manage to come through their tiny towns.” My eyes roll again. “You do realize these girls are only sleeping with you for bragging rights, right?” “You make it sound like a bad thing.” Vince chuckles before taking a sip of his beer. “Hey, it’s not my body that’s in danger of AIDS or some smaller STD.” I shrug. “And do you really want to be with some rockstar’s sloppy seconds? Your fellow rock stars aren’t exactly the cleanest.” “And you’d know all about that wouldn’t you?” Nikki smirks. “You’ve dated musicians before.” “I dated one musician before.” I correct him. “And besides, I don’t see Axl Rose getting any more famous than he already is with Hollywood Rose.”

“No faith?” Tommy asks. “That’s harsh, aren’t girlfriends supposed to be supportive?” “I’m not his girlfriend anymore, I don’t have to stroke his ego.” I reply. “He’s too demanding and overdramatic. He’d have to find these amazing people in order to form a band with. They’ll have to be more talented than his ego lets him think he is.” “Do girls really do that?” Vince asks. “Do they really stroke our egos and call it support?” “Duh.” I chuckle. “Because if we bluntly tell you that your band sucks, you’d call us bitches and break up with us. So yea, sometimes we really do stroke egos and lie to the ones we love. That’s what you call support.” “That’s harsh.” Tommy once again says. “That’s life.” I shrug. “Would you seriously be with someone that tells you your band sucks?” “She’s got a point, drummer.” Mick says. “Girls lie but sometimes it’s to protect themselves. They know if they don’t lie and support their man, that guy will find support somewhere else.” “I wouldn’t be like that.” Tommy defends himself. “Don’t lie to yourself, Tommy baby.” I tell him. “The moment a girl you love, doesn’t love your band, you’ll dump her. And I’m not saying her not liking the bandmates, I’m talking about the music. Because if it was the bandmates, you have every right to dump her.” “You’re too blunt for your own good.” Vince says. “No wonder why you’re single.” “Soon, you’ll understand why I’m so blunt.” I tell him before getting up out of my lounge chair. “I’m going back inside, I’ll see you boys later.” I say before walking away, just as Ozzy comes out with nothing but a bathrobe on. “Aria!” He says, slurring his words already. “It’s so good to see you, how is your old man?” That’s the one thing about Ozzy, he cares about everyone on his team and remembers everyone despite all the drugs he has in his system. “Enjoying retirement in Ohio.” I smile. “It’s great seeing you again, Oz.” “The boys in Motley Crue treating you good?” He asks. “Give me one word and I’ll so ‘em Hell.” I look back at the boys, goofing off as Mick watches them like an annoyed dad. “They’re treating me great. Don’t worry. I’ll be able to handle them if they weren’t.” With a hug, I leave Ozzy and the pool area to finally be alone without any of the boys around. ** As I’m getting ready for the show tonight, there is a knock on my door. I open it up to reveal Nikki standing there, shirtless and half ready for the show tonight. “Nikki, what’s up?” I ask the bassist as I move aside enough to let him in. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the show tonight.” “Something has been bothering me since this afternoon,” he admits as he runs his fingers through his raven hair. “I’m sorry about what Vince said. About you being blunt is the reason your single.” “Honestly that didn’t bother me.” I admit, chuckling. “But thanks for apologizing on Vince’s behalf. That show maturity.” “You being blunt should be the reason why guys would want to be with you.” He tells me. “I’d hate for someone to lie to me about something I’m passionate about. If they don’t like it, I’d want to know. If I wanted someone girl to stroke my ego, I’d turn to a groupie. But I’d want my other half to tell me the truth.” “Wow, didn’t think I’d hear that from our resident chaos kid.” I smile. “But seriously, I’m not worried about what Vince said. He doesn’t like me much anyway. Probably because I think he’s a pig.” “Naw, he’s mad because he’s not the prettiest blonde on the bus anymore.” Nikki chuckles and for some reason, his words make me blush. “I’ll see you tonight at the show, right?” “I’ll be backstage.” I smile. “Break a leg, Sixx.” “Thanks Summers.” He smiles before walking away, leaving me with a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. Get it together Summers, I think to myself. This is Nikki Sixx, you can’t get feelings for him.

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firejugglinghobo · 4 years

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Gift for @shydragonrider for the @inkheartexchange! A mid-length drabble of some key events leading Firefox to where we find him in Inkspell, and tying in with Inkheart. (Put under read more so as not to clog up everybody’s dash!)

“What the hell is taking Basta so long?” Firefox grumbled, glaring out into the forest as if his frustration could speed things along. He and Capricorn seemed to have been waiting for hours, and the evening sun was quickly slipping behind the trees. If Basta didn’t turn up soon, they would be left waiting all night. Firefox knew he was much too superstitious to venture into these woods after dark.

“He’ll be here,” Capricorn said coolly. He was always much more confident in the knife-wielder than Firefox had ever been.

“I don’t know why you put so much faith in him,” he scoffed. There was no love lost between the two of them, and he didn’t make any effort to hide it.

“Basta never disappoints.” There was a familiar bloodthirsty gleam in Capricorn’s eye. “If he says there’s something worth seeing out here, we’re sure to have some fun tonight.”

Yes, even Firefox had to admit, Basta seldom let his master down in that arena. Even if Capricorn’s second-in-command would have prefered Basta himself as the evening’s entertainment… He was just pondering whether Capricorn would take favorably to the suggestion if he didn’t arrive soon when the man himself burst through the underbrush, pushing a sorry looking figure ahead of him.

“There!” Basta declared triumphantly, snagging Dustfinger by the collar. “Didn’t I always tell you he was spying for the Black Prince?” He shook the fire-dancer roughly, making him cough and grip at his shirt collar feelby.

Capricorn looked down at him with distaste, as if he were a dead beetle stuck to the sole of his shoe. “What’s all this, Basta? Have you lured us all here just to tell us what we’ve heard too many times already?”

Firefox smirked. Basta had accused Dustfinger of every crime under the sun, in an attempt to convince his master to kill him or send him away for good. They all knew he wasn’t trustworthy, but he had his uses, and Capricorn was wise enough not to allow his little rivalry with Basta get in the way.

Basta paled slightly at Capricorn’s condescension. “Well, I’ve got proof now, haven’t I? This little twerp-” Dustfinger cringed as Basta punctuated the insult with a knee to his ribs. “-followed you all the way from the fortress. And I’ve just caught him red-handed sneaking closer for a good listen to what you were saying.”

“Oh, come now, Basta.” Firefox scowled at firmly at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve had us sitting out here in the middle of nowhere just so you could spy on our favorite pet fire-eater spying on us!”

Basta opened his mouth for a retort but never get the chance to speak.

Another voice was suddenly speaking, a commanding, alluring voice, drowning out all other sounds or thoughts. Firefox clapped his hands over his ears to block it out, but it kept speaking, as if coming from inside his own mind. He wanted to follow the voice; he didn’t know where, but he wanted more than anything to allow it to carry him away…

The other three clearly heard it, too. Capricorn reached for his sword and Basta swore loudly. The forest seemed to fade away around them, replaced instead with a cozy fire-lit room, lined with shelves of books. There was a woman - no a child - and a man whose voice spoke their names, calling to them like White Women coming to take them away.

When the man looked up at them, the voice stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. Firefox blinked hard to clear his vision, which was still swimming dizzily with desire. The room was gone, with all its books and strange lights. He was back in the forest once more. And he was alone.

Or at least, he thought so. Behind him, the underbrush rustled ominously, but when he turned with his hand on his sword, nothing but a cat ran past.

“Capricorn?” His voice came as barely a whisper. The light was fading fast now, and despite his best efforts, he felt as anxious as Basta to get out of the forest, but not before looking for his master.

There was no sign of him anywhere, or Basta and Dustfinger either. No tracks that might give away their direction, no voices or sounds in the dark. Just three imprints in the grass where they had stood just a moment ago. They had all three vanished, as if snatched into thin air.

That man whose voice had so tempted him...he had to have been a wizard. The others must not have been able to resist his call, and they had gone to him, wherever he was. Firefox shivered at the thought. He had been so close to going, too, kidnapped by words and a more powerful magic than he had ever witnessed.

Wherever they’d gone, they didn’t seem to be coming back in a hurry, but Firefox was feeling more uncomfortable in the forest by the minute. With one last sweep of the clearing, he turned and began the grave trek back to Capricorn’s fortress.

Fortunately, Capricorn’s men were all quite used to their master disappearing without any explanation. It didn’t take much coaxing from Firefox to make them believe he’d been called away unexpectedly on business. As far as the day-to-day business of the fire-raisers, the following days were much like any others. Firefox filled in for his master when it came to settling petty disputes among his men and giving orders for protection fees to be gathered from the surrounding villages.

Nobody seemed to miss Basta or Dustfinger. As time went by, fewer jokes were made at their expense, and the gaps in entertainment that the loss of their quarrel left were soon filled by stories of one of Cockerell’s lovers.

Apprehension didn’t begin to grow until about a month after the disappearance, and even then Firefox acted quickly to quell the rumors of magic and murder that began to circle among the men. He promoted those who were most loyal to him, and by some stroke of luck, many of Capricorn’s favorites eventually disappeared on their own - Fulvio, Cockerell, Mortola. They left just as suddenly as if they too had been plucked away by the magic voice. It saved Firefox a good deal of the trouble it would have taken to get rid of them himself.

Years stretched, until Capricorn was barely more than a legend, and the boys Firefox had recruited in the beginning were seasoned and loyal followers. Even the Shadow seemed to have forgotten that it had ever had any other master.

Yes, things were going well. Firefox had almost pushed the strange voice from his memory by the time it all happened a second time.

It had been an entirely unremarkable day. Several of the men had blackmailed a local farmer into handing over a pig and had spent the day butchering it and laughing loudly at crude and bloodthirsty stories. In the gathering dusk, the smells of the roast wafted temptingly through the battlements, and the Piper’s voice sounded through the courtyard, singing songs of feasting and triumph.

Firefox took it all in with a smile: his loyal men, the fortress under his command. With him in charge, the last nine years had been more profitable and enjoyable than any he had spent under Capricorn. It was good to be the one in charge.

A clamor of voices pulled Firefox from his idyllic pondering. He scowled in their direction, expecting some petty dispute over seating at the table, but his mood turned grave at the sight of the Shadow rising unbidden from the ground beyond the fortress walls. It never appeared unless called, and Firefox himself was the only one with that authority.

The Shadow let out a low, sorrowful moan and swayed slightly as it hunched over the fire-raisers, sending them scattering in all directions to avoid being peppered with the ash that flaked away from its towering form. Something was wrong. Firefox had never known the Shadow to posses any weakness, let alone show it.

He was moving toward it, ready to speak the words that sent it slinking back to wherever it hid while its master did not require it, when a familiar shiver snaked down his spine. Just like that day so many years ago when the fate of the fire-raisers had been surprisingly changed, a voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. This time Firefox didn’t even bother to press his hands over his ears. He knew it wouldn’t do a thing, and this time he was eager to know what the voice was saying.

It was a different voice this time, a young child’s voice, perhaps a little girl. How strange that such a young voice could be so enticing. But it didn’t seem to be calling to him this time. It had only one victim in mind.

The Shadow was gazing about for the source of the voice, as well, the look in its fiery eyes more panicked than that of any of Firefox’s men. At its feet, the world appeared to warp and bend. Firefox focused hard on the scene that seemed to be unfolding there.

There were no books, no room, no comfortable-looking chairs. Only what seemed like a raised platform and - was that Capricorn!? Damn. Not dead after all this time, after all. And in a cage not far off, that couldn’t be Basta! If it was, he certainly had found his place where he belonged at long last.

Just as Firefox moved to get a better view, and some of his men began shouting that they too had caught sight of some familiar faces, the vision, along with the Shadow, vanished without a trace. Confusion erupted everywhere, some men running toward the site of the apparition, hoping to catch sight of what was going on, and some away from it, fearful of a witch’s curse.

It took what seemed like hours for the men to calm down enough that any of Firefox’s words of reassurance would reach them. They all had questions. Was Capricorn still alive after all? Had they all betrayed him by following Firefox? Was he coming back to extract his revenge on them all? Or was Firefox himself behind all that had happened? Had he kidnapped Capricorn all those years ago?

The short answer to all of their wild accusations and frantic questions was, of course, “No.” But they wanted more of an answer than that, and Firefox didn’t have it. He’d always been much less of a believer in the supernatural than his predecessor, but this was something he simply could not explain. Instead, he chose to look to the future.

What came next? What would become of them all now that their greatest strength, the Shadow, was seemingly gone. Without it, what set them apart from any of the other gangs of fire-raisers and bandits?

These were the questions Firefox was ready to answer. For a long time, he had felt that he was thinking too small, and that greater things awaited him if he only had an opportunity to reach for them. Now, the opportunity had presented itself to make a change, and he would be damned if he didn’t seize it.

So, when the voices finally settled and all questions had been asked, he raised a hand for silence, and unfolded his plan for their future.

“You are all right. Things cannot be the same without the Shadow. But it is high time we were finished with all of this magic and mayhem. Something much more powerful is stirring in the south - conquest and the might of men. We’ll need no more of spells and charms when we have a new benefactor: the Adderhead.”

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kiss-my-freckle · 4 years

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2x10 Rewatch: Naka-Choko Another palate-cleanser. May be a light, acidic soup.

They show how Will killed Randall at the open of this episode. Buster acting as his early warning system, like the family pets in season three. He could've killed him with his shotgun and claimed self-defense. Simple, easy. Randall enters his home through the window, appearing as a stag. Will stands as the stag turns into what I like to refer to as the Hanni-stag. He tosses the shotgun, choosing to get intimate with his instincts. Different for Hobbs because Will hadn't fired his gun before, so it took ten shots for him to drop. Here, pure instinct. Able to stop, but he doesn't because he's enjoying it. Will gets to feel every clank of the roller coaster rushing through him. Kneeled over the stag, pounding the hell out of him, his face switching back and forth between Hannibal and the Hanni-stag. It's as if Will is trying to beat the beast out of him. Then similar to Bedelia killing her patient. Up to this point, an act of self-defense. Murder when he broke his neck. Randall's body on Hannibal's table looks too much like he brought him dinner. "Consider it an act of reciprocity." The same reciprocity between them through the first half of season three. "It deserves intimacy. You were Randall Tier's final enemy."

Will feels the guilt and shame for allowing himself to go this far, to feel what he felt killing Randall. "I've never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him." He wants to go back to the way things were before the roller coaster climb. "Where else would I go?" Too far to tell Jack the truth of this particular kill, to the truth of himself. "Of course you are." Like Hannibal wanting to meet The Dragon in season three. "I'm sure you would." He’s not pleased because he likes to see Will feeling this way, but because he's tired of being alone. He wants someone to share with, and sees that someone in Will. "How will you repay him?" I love Will's crime scene replay. Like every nightmare and hallucination, it reveals his mindset. Jack is afraid of what he sees, but continues to have faith in his lamb. Will's conversation with Randall shows just how much closer he is to his reality. Again, the guilt and shame, "I didn't force you to enjoy it." This monument is commemorating Will's becoming as much as it is Randall's. "You're welcome." Like season three with Alana, servicing both sides. Sparing Hannibal the death penalty to feed her professional curiosity. Will gave Hannibal what he wanted... showing him who he is. That's why he displayed Chiyoh's prisoner the way he did. Will's design, but he's still unable to accept the cold harsh truth that it was murder. Not only is he cut down the middle within his own identity, between who he wants to be and who he is, but he's cut down the middle between Jack and Hannibal. He tries to push his way through those bad emotions by embracing the good because he doesn't want to lose either.

I've never seen Will be more honest with himself and he himself not realize it. "Don't mistake understanding for empathy, Jack. No, if there's anything, it's... it's envy. Randall Tier came into his own much easier than whoever killed him. This is the nightmare that followed him out of his dreams." Nothing short of what Chilton said about The Dragon. "This is the child of a nightmare." Will envies Peter his hate, and Randall his becoming. He has to keep Freddie at a distance because he’s on a mission. "My story with the Chesapeake Ripper already has an ending, Freddie." This feeds off Hannibal's question from 2x7. "Don't you want to know how this ends?" He intends to take away Hannibal’s freedom as he promised to catch the fish that caught Abigail. What Hannibal says to Margot speaks to what I said in my 2x9 rewatch. "You failed to murder your brother because you still love him. In love, you take leave of your senses, but in hatred, you must be present to calculate your actions. Allow yourself to hate him." While I do believe Will loves Hannibal, I don't believe it’s romantic... yet. He won't allow himself to hate him, that's why he envies Peter his hate. While killing Randall, allowed himself that hate, it just wasn't Hannibal he was killing. Mason shows Margot how he plans to get his pigs to devour a human being, dressed in her clothes and sprayed with her scent.

I don't believe Hannibal has feelings for Alana, and I don't believe he's using her to control or manipulate Will in any way. I believe she's acting as a temporary fill for Will, much like Bedelia in the first half of season three and The Dragon in the second half. Talk about demonic sexuality, adding the Hanni-stag. This is when I think things changed for Will. "Feel the vibration moving through you." Hannibal's line feeding into the scene as Will feels the vibration of the Hanni-stag. "Thin air is a musician's canvas." Will's canvas, pulling Alana into view. He's adorable. "I don't have the right parts for your proclivities, Margot." She shows him the scars Mason gave her, he shows her the scar Jack gave him. I love the way his fingers stroke her back. Everything on the opposite. Will and Margot touching. "Never touching, but guiding them from dissonance toward composition." Composing a Verger baby. "But people are not instruments. Whatever it is you're playing, Hannibal, you have to listen very carefully to what you're creating." He has to listen to the mother and father he’s creating, and the lion he’s choosing to pull from the lamb. When Will sees Alana where Margot should be, there's so much love in his eyes. Pulling her in pulls the Hanni-stag in because he knows they're together. I don't think he's upset here, I think he’s enjoying it. Perhaps afterward because he's completely without her. I believe this scene would've played into season four. "Your wife... your child... they belong to me."

"Maybe what Will understands is, if you can't beat Hannibal Lecter, join him." This reminds me of Will's comment in season one. "Can't beat God, become him?" Hannibal meets with Mason and offers his services, gets a pig to take home in return. It’s awkward for Will, being at the dinner table with both of them after his sex with Margot. He’s put on the defense when Alana brings up her meeting with Freddie. “Boundaries will always be subject to negotiation." I think she’s referring to her relationship with Will. He swallows hard, then looks down at his plate. I laugh when he defends his relationship with Hannibal. “We know where we are with each other. Shouldn't that be enough?" I think he likes the idea of sharing something with Hannibal that she doesn't. “Better the devil you know." Cut to Freddie’s house, where Hannibal is dressed to kill her. She’s at Will’s house, breaking into his shed where she finds Randall's suit. I don’t think he’s doing anything with Randall’s body or his suit, his only way of storing the evidence. Freezing is the best way to preserve his body. He walks in as she gets a look at Randall’s skull. He wants to explain but can’t because she’s too terrified, and he can’t let her go because this isn’t sanctioned. They never even brought this plan to Jack’s superiors. “It was your suggestion.” While Will baits Hannibal, Jack plays blind to the fact, allowing him deniability. “And you're thrilled you didn't have to make it.” What Will does is necessary. She'd take her photographs public, forcing the FBI to arrest him, and they’d lose their shot at Hannibal.

They play her screams in Jack’s office, use them to sell Hannibal the story of Will killing Freddie. Frrom her point of view, Alana isn’t liking this at all. When it hits the final scene, that’s when I feel Will is romantically interested in Hannibal. He’s supposed to be baiting him, but at this very chance, isn’t going after what they need to charge him. He’s enjoying every minute he spends with him. “She was a slim and delicate pig." Providing the meat, now providing the ingredients. I do think he’s eating human with Hannibal, and savoring the moment. “You can't reduce me to a set of influences. I'm not the product of anything. I've given up good and evil for behaviourism." Their conversation about good and evil is great, and I love the way Will’s face fades to Hannibal’s. This is when I think Will split down the middle, and found it difficult to choose when the time came. When he spoke of the wrong thing being the right thing to do, I don’t think he was referring to the right thing by any moral standing. I think he meant it was the right thing for himself. The wrong thing to do being the right thing to do for himself because he wanted it. It was too ugly a thought. I think he sacrificed his desires for everyone else, and paid for it dearly.

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Bechloe "Oh, you're the camp counselor my little sibling keeps talking about?"

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[A/N: I’m going to try to get to more prompts lately, but I also just moved across the country, so my life is a little hectic.]

The heat coiled around every inch of Beca Mitchell,who was at this point, regretting her choice of attire. The jeans wereexcusable, but the black t-shirt was like a beacon for the sun. It made anyexposed skin sweat and her mouth dry as she squinted at the stage.

It had been constructed well, to a certain degree. The woodcould hold the weight of all the campers that dared step foot upon it, eventhough it groaned in protest. A white banner was sloppily painted on the words Talent Show slathered in forest green. Little handprints were pressed around thewords in primary colors and Beca found it endearing for the most part- if notfor the heat.

She had sat througha couple of singing acts. A girl with a pet tea-cup pig that she had trained tojump through a low-hanging hoop. And a very painful magic actthat had everyone shielding their eyes before her little sister took thestage. Beca instantly bubbled with pride as the first few notes of the songthey had spent hours practicing silenced the audience.

Thea Mitchell was anatural.

Everyone stood andapplauded, and she beamed while tucking her hands behind her back and rockingon the balls of her feet. Beca had placed two fingers in her mouth and let outa loud whistle for her younger sister- the girl so hellbent on blowing everyoneout of the water for her day camps talent show. It paid off, just seeing thepure glint in her eyes.

The MC strolledback on stage, ushering her sister towards the edge of the stage while thecrowd of parents with video cameras heckled her for an encore that Beca wassure would be the same exact some. (It was the only one she taught her, butafter today, that was sure to change.)

“let me see yourface?” Beca had dropped to one knee on the grassy area the second she wasallowed. Thea had pushed the guitar around to her back- it was almost as big asshe was, being tiny for six, just like Beca had been when she attended day camphere. The world was swarming around her, parents producing flowers and themagician searching around his velvet hat for a bunny that Beca prayed hadescaped. “Come on, let me see it.”

Beca cupped herlittle sisters face gently and tilted it to one side, making a huge show ofsquinting at her sun-reddened cheeks before moving to the other side. “hmm,”

“Get off, what areyou doing?” Thea used her hands to shove Beca off with annoyance. She foldedher hands over her chest and pouted her lips. Beca lifted her own hands insurrender as she leaned back on one ankle.

“Oh, just checkingfor the lipstick marks of all your adoring fans, T.” Beca stated, giving off achildish grin. “No seriously, you were great! Better than great. I think youtook Peter and his magic act to school.”

Thea giggled asBeca rose to her feet and ruffled the kid’s hair to push her even further. Thatwas one of Beca’s earliest memories, her father always scuffing up her perfectcurls until she found it less annoying and more endearing. Thea still found itirritating apparent by the huff of air and work through she gave her locks.

“To be fair,anything was better than Peter rustling up that rabbit.”

Beca glanced behindher. A woman: a woman that wasn’t carrying a paisley print bag and an extrabucket of sunscreen for her kid. Not someone with braces and a logoed shirteither- this was an honest to God woman and a hot one at that.

Her hair was likefire, burning so bright it could shift to blue. It cascaded along her shouldersand popped against the dark yellow t-shirt that hugged her frame. A logo thatlooked like it was painted by the same hands as the banner sprawled close toher chest. She beamed, maybe even brighter than the sun.

“Hi, I’m Chloe.”She held out her hand. “I’m the music director here.”

Beca straightenedher stance completely. This was the Chloe that Thea wouldn’t stop talking aboutever. She would hum along and dish out mashed potatoes and cut up hersisters’ chicken while she went on and on about how good Chloe was at singing.How she wanted to impress Chloe with what she learned- how she undoubtedly had.

She thought Chloewould be some upper-aged woman with four cats and a kind voice. The latter wascorrect, but the rest was- the rest was obscure to who she was staring at now.

“Beca Mitchell” Shemanaged. She took Chloe’s hand in hers and tried to silence her brain, the onlythought that echoed was about how soft her touch was. “So, you’re the campcounselor my little sister keeps talking about.”

“Then that mustmake you the hot shot producer Thea talks up.” Chloe shot back effortlessly ashe retreated her touch and shoved her hands into her pockets. “You’ve gotyourself an excellent wing woman there, Beca.”

She rose both eyebrowsand felt the subtle tug of her pant leg. Thea looked up at her with deepmidnight eyes and a sly smile on her face. That little devil knew exactly whatshe was doing- but Beca couldn’t help but be mad when the guitar on her backwas nearly weighing her down with effort.

“Can I go saygoodbye to Abby and Heather?” She said, voice cheerful.

Beca barely got achance to nod before her sister was off, suddenly less slowed by the instrumentas she called out behind her, telling her to stay in sight range. She got ahalf-hearted response before watching as she dashed off completely to be withanother counselor and her two friends. Her chest swelled once more at how easyit was for Thea to actually acquire acquaintances. Not like her at that age.She barely registered Chloe saying something.

“Huh?” She finallyblinked. Okay, maybe not at thisage either.

Chloe laughed, anangelic sound. “I was saying that you’re really good with her.”

“Thanks,” she foundher voice once more. “She’s a good kind, considering.”

There wasn’t muchto consider at this point: Beca moving back to Georgia short notice after a callfrom child protective services. Her father in some ten-step program that shedidn’t put much faith into- and her mother unreachable. Thea had been throughenough. The least she could do was giveher a normal childhood.

“I wasn’t lyingwhen she said she talked you up.” Chloe started, lifting her chin towards thetables lined with cheap plastic sheets. They blew in the wind, held down bystacks of napkins and little foil wrapped weights with confetti. Artificialorange juice sat in plastic cups and sleeves of cookies waited to bedigested. “She thinks very highly of you.”

“Of me? Please, I’mpretty sure you’re the main topic of dinner conversation every night. The kiddoesn’t shut up.”

“Juice?”

“Sure, thanks.”

She remembered thetaste, the artificial orange that took her back to camps like this. But it wentdown smoothly, no matter how much she wished it was spiked with something.Getting one look at the volunteers face she knew that she was pining for thesame thing.

“I heard you have avery nice singing voice, Chloe.”

“mm, it’s nothingto cry home about.” She swallowed a gulp of the neon drink. “I think anything willsound good to a group of six-year-olds.”

Beca scoffed and ranher thumb down the cooled grooved edge of the plastic cup. She didn’t think shecould stomach the sugary drink much longer, not in this heat. “I highly doubtthat, Chloe. I’m pretty sure a music teacher needs to have some decent vocals.”

“Huh, supposed you’renot wrong.” There was a beat of silence before she narrowed her eyes “Prettybold of you to teach a kid anotherone bites the dust. It’s a good karaokesong, though.”

“Damn straight,”Beca puffed out her chest. You couldn’t’ go wrong with Queen. Not now, or ever,though she made it a point not to teach Thea the lyrics. “Is that your go to?”

Chloe nodded with abroadened smile and Beca could imagine her wrapping the mic cord around herfist and happily belting out the words while people cheered, and fairy lights twinkledbehind her. She would bet a pretty penny that Chloe didn’t’ even need theteleprompter. “The best karaoke song, hands down.”

Beca again liftedher eyebrows at the woman. “Here hold this.”

“What are you doing?”Chloe asked, taking the plastic cup filled with juice.

“Walking away from someonewho doesn’t know the best song is Ring of Fire.”

The camp counselorstepped in front of her, and Beca smiled at the quick movement, not calculated,but still careful not to spill anything. “Want to test that theory then?”

“What? Right here?Because I would hate to knock Peter down a few pegs with the judges. He’s onlya kid, you know?”

“No,” She laughedplayfully “Tomorrow night. If you’re up for the challenge.”

Beca stared at thewoman, so effortlessly gorgeous against the heat of the summer day. A woman shehad heard so much about, but never had the pleasure to meet. A girl she absolutely wanted to school in the art of Karaoke. “Well, how could I say no?”

#beca mitchell #Chloe Beale #bechloe au #Bechloe #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fic rec #Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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kaluawoo · 5 years

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Marauders’ Animagus Forms

Yeah yeah, I know, most people will probably say it’s obvious; James is a stag because of his pride, Sirius is a dog because he’s loyal, and Peter is a rat because he’s a traitor.

Yeah, I’m not buying those, at least not that simply. (This is gonna get long, so let me put it under a cut)

Let’s start with Sirius, because he’s gonna be easiest for me. I’m not disputing that he’s loyal, I know he is, and dogs are known to be very faithful - Other animals are, too, but dogs stand out due to their faithfulness towards humans in particular, and are more well-known for it than other domestic animals.

What, then, am I questioning? Well, why is Sirius a big, black dog? A dachshund is loyal, too. Or a toy poodle, or a Chihuahua. Or a corgi they’re adorable. But no, our dear Padfoot isn’t just a pooch, he’s a big, black, shaggy pup.

Now, let’s start with the breed. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think anyone ever mentioned one, so I’ll assume he’s a mutt. He didn’t have to be; there’s plenty of big dogs with black fur. Irish Wolfhounds come to mind, black labrador, Rottweiler or Dobermann (Though those aren’t fully black), even German Shepherds. He’s from a long line of purebloods obsessed with purity, but he is not a purebred dog.

Because Sirius rejected that idiology. I think an animagus can reflect a LOT about a person’s personality - There are so many different animal species, subspecies and breeds, after all - and refusing to obsess over blood purity like his ancestors was important for him; hence, his animagus form mirrors that.

Now, mutts still come in all shapes and sizes, but Pad is still a big black dog. The size, well, he wanted to keep a darn werewolf company; he must have REALLY wanted to be a big animal. Protecting and helping his friend was so important to him; and a big animal is much more easily able to protect someone than a small one.

That leaves color. A big black dog is also an omen of death; the Grim in Harry Potter specifically, and there are many English folk tales about black dogs like the Barghest. But first, as a nice tidbit: Not all those folk tales say the black dog is evil. Most, yes, but a few have the black dog as a protector; I distinctly remember one where people claim it’s perfectly safe to let children play on the meadows near that village because the dog is watching over them. Now, that sounds like it’s suit Pads.

But it’s more; even though he rejected his Black lineage, it’s still there, looming over him. To non-purebloods, the Black family is probably not the best omen, especially with Voldy on the rise. The first time someone hears Pad’s name, they won’t know that he’s not a blood supremacist; just like someone seeing a huge black mutt won’t know whether that dog is dangerous or not. Sirius may have rejected his family, but in a way, it’s still almost haunting him.

Next up is James. I’ll admit I don’t know as much about deer as I do about dogs (I heard they don’t make too great pets), but regardless, I think just “he’s proud” isn’t enough justification.

Lots of animals are associated with pride. Most prominently lions, but also tigers, and maybe to a lesser extent even domestic cats; also horses, sometimes wolves, and even if you want to stay deer-like, I’d say a moose, elk or reindeer is a tad more impressive than a Stag (I think he’s meant to be a red deer? It’s not explicitly mentioned, but that’s how I’d imagine him). So why did he end up in the shape that he did? If I’d want to keep a werewolf in check, I’d pick a moose. I would NOT mess with them.

First, the carnivores. It’s kind of hard to find the right words, but I’d say in some way, they’re too fierce. Of course, big carnivores don’t just go and kill stuff just because, but most tend to be more aggressive than herbivores; most herbivores as prey animals run away if there’s a danger, while carnivores, being predators, fight. James wouldn’t back down from a fight - And deer can fight, with both antlers and hooves - but once he’s grown out of his teens, he’s more of a carer and nurturer than a fighter, I’d say. And it took me a long-ass time to understand that, while he was a jerk as a teen, he most likely wasn’t one as an adult.

We still have a bunch of herbivores left, though. Well, moose are easy to leave out; they’re solitary, and I, for one, can’t imagine Prongs without his friends. Well, the simplest explanation would probably be that stags are just more well known for trying to impress their does, but I’m not here for analyzing meta reasons, I want to find in-story ones. So, I’ll cheat a little bit and say that the animagus form is mostly based on a person’s core personality, but influenced by lots of things: Not just how the animal actually is, but also how it’s perceived, the wishes of the animagus-to-be, how they think about themselves, all of that. Basically, it’s like the animagus form is trying to communicate as much about the human as it can.

James is, or at least was as a kid, something I’d describe in German as a “Wildfang”; literally it means “wild catch”. I don’t like the English translations I’m finding, so I’ll just describe it as someone - often a child, but sometimes also a young adult - who likes to bend or break rules, and wants to have fun in their own way without caring about society’s expectations of what or how they should be. A little boy preferring to stay out till dark with his friends instead of studying, or a girl playing in the mud without caring about her dress getting dirty. Sound like someone we know?

Now, as a “wild” boy, our little Prongs probably wouldn’t want to be a domesticated animal, or better, wouldn’t see himself as one. Horses can often be described as proud, but the well-trained ones are usually also very obedient.

And elk or reindeer, well... They might be more physically impressive than a red deer, but if people’s expectations about an animal play at least some part, then of course he’d end up the most well-known option, making him a stag. That also opens the interesting thought that it’s more than likely different cultures would cause different animagi, thanks to different ways of looking at animals, but I digress.

Last, but not least, is Peter. Honestly, he’s the main reason for this post, because I adore rats; I never kept any as pets, but I wanted to as a kid. Newsflash: Rats are not traitors. Again for the people in the back:

Rats are not traitors. Rats are incredibly social animals.

Yes, I’ve already assumed human preconceptions have an influence on the animagus form, but I don’t think they could overwrite the animal’s true characteristics. If they could, Padfoot being basically the Grim would mean he’s evil, but he isn’t.

Now that that’s out of the way, what do I mean with “social animals”? Some wild rats teach their young how to open pinecones to get the seeds, which is cute, but there’s something even more amazing: There have been experiments with a trapped rat, and a free rat. The free rat was able to push a button, releasing the trapped one.

It doesn’t stop there; in further experiments, they made it so the rat had to swim to get to the button, which rats normally don’t like. It did so anyway, to help the trapped one. They also put some delicious food out; the free rat often ate some, but not all, before releasing the trapped one, basically sharing the food. Unrelated to that, rats are among the rodents most likely to bond with their owner. Mice, degus (even though they’re adorable), even guinea pigs; some might bond with their owner, but by far not all. And even then, it’s kind of rare they’d want to cuddle - rats do.

And that is supposed to mean “traitor”? Really? Rats get a bad rep, I know, but how can you look at that stuff and decide “Yep, that means someone who can turn into a rat HAS to be evil!”?

So how does it relate to Wormtail? Well, while it’s a movie quote (Sorry - books are longer ago, and I haven’t read them as often as I watched the movies), I distinctly remember someone saying that Peter used to cling to his friends’ coattails, and at least I don’t remember any book quote refuting that. Rats are group animals, they need other rats in order to be happy; suits being a bit clingy with friends, doesn’t it?

Now, of course, rats aren’t the only social animals around. Wolves are probably among the most well-known, but there’s plenty of herd or pack animals. Well, first, I’d throw out the big ones - Wolves, lions, horses, etc. Yes, they’re group animals and need company of their own, too. But can you imagine Wormtail as a lion?

I’m verging into headcanon territory, but I feel like Peter probably lacked self-confidence and self-esteem. James and Sirius were cocky as they could be, and Remus, even though he probably had moments when he doubted himself, still comes across as mostly self-assured. But Peter?

Most big animals aren’t only known for being group animals; they’re also known for things like pride, strength, ferocity. Peter may have wanted to be a big animal to help his friend (yes he was part of the Marauders, another thing I took a long-ass time to accept. He betrayed them later on, but during Hogwarts, they were one group), but his self-doubts might have reflected on his form. What if he messed up? What if he couldn’t keep Moony in check and someone got hurt? As a tiny rat, there would’ve been nothing he could’ve done anyway, right?

Now, even small animals often have groups. Rabbits, guinea pigs, mice, degus... So there’s still lots of options. Some other things rats are known for is curiosity, intelligence, and being survivors.

Let’s start with curiosity. Wormtail was a Marauder. Secret passage? Neat! New path in the forbidden forest? Let’s check it out next full moon with Moony! He wasn’t just an accessory, he was part of the group, so I’m willing to bet he was just as adventurous as the other boys. While my degus are excellent at breaking out of their cage, they also get startled easily, not exactly adventurer material.

Now, intelligence. Okay, I’ll admit, I don’t remember if there were any mentions of Wormtail’s grades, but I remember reading a headcanon that he was the one best at coming up with excuses, and I can believe that, even though I’d guess his grades weren’t too great. He might’ve lacked book smarts, but he probably had a good helping of street smarts; bad application of ‘em, but he managed to frame Sirius for the murder of twelve muggles and then live with a family full of wizards - pretty smart ones, at that! - for a pretty long time. Look me in the eye and tell me that doesn’t require any cunning or intelligence. (I do say my degus are smarter than I am, but nobody knows what they are, and I just can’t imagine a new animagus ending up as an animal they don’t even know)

Last is the survival instinct. Look, talking to Voldy wasn’t noble, but it probably helped Peter’s survival. And, honestly? I have no idea what I would do in that kind of situation. Yeah, it looks like it goes against the social part, but - Does it? Voldy definitely threatened Wormtail’s life, but Wormtail was not alone. They sent his finger to his mother, if I recall correctly; what if Voldy threatened her, too? What if Wormtail had to decide between the lives of James, Lily and Harry, and the lives of his mother and himself? I adore my friends, but even though I hope I’d be able to protect them, I’m not sure if I could. And if my brother’s life was in danger, too, or my parents? I genuinely hope I will never, ever have to make a choice like that, because I couldn’t. I don’t love Peter for what he’s done, but I don’t exactly blame him, either. Fear makes you do weird things.

So, to wrap it up, Peter’s not a rat because he’s a traitor. He’s a rat because he’s social and loves his friends; he’s a rat because he’s curious and loves adventure; he’s a rat because he’s smarter than he thinks, and because he’s a survivor. Good people do bad things under the right kind of pressure, and being threatened with death - your own or a loved ones - is one hell of a pressure.

#james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #hogwarts #headcanon #yes most of this was because I felt the need to defend rats' honor #what can I say I love rats #THEY ARE NOT BLOODY EVIL

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improvingovertime · 6 years

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I’ve been tagged for this by @naiomiscocoon! Sorry it’s been a few days, I’ve been a bit busy! Man, all of my selfies are taken in the same setting, with similar outfits, lol. At least the lighting is different?

Name: Ryan

Nickname: None, as far as I’m aware!

Gender: Male

Nationality: American. Like, fourth generation on all sides. Mostly Western European, a lot of Dutch, but about as mixed as fourth generation can be.

Faith/Religion: I’m irreligious

Hobbies: Productive hobbies, working out, and I want to write, but I never get around to it. Otherwise, Games!

Pets: We have a pet pig and several dogs

Favorite color: Red

Book: I don’t know, tbh. I don’t read a lot of fiction, and I don’t really rank nonfiction.

Film: Army of Darkness, lol. I know it’s a cheesy choice, but I love that.

T.V: Right now, I’m thinking B99.

Coffee/ Tea / Hot Cocoa: Hot Cocoa is so good!

Favorite meme: There are so many, lol. I think my favorite is the one with the guy staring at the girl while his girlfriend stares at him with the WTF face. You know the one.

I want to live long enough to: At least reach my fitness goals, if nothing else. Have to finish the biggest project I’ve ever started!

Random fact: I am double jointed. You can see that in my recent progress pic, and I don’t know if anyone noticed, lol.

Weird obsession: I have more books than I can fit on my shelves. I can’t possibly read them all. I just have them, I guess.

Goals for 2018/2019: In the last bit of 2018, reach my goal weight. In 2019, run an actual 5k, reach additional fitness goals (there will be a new goal weight I’ll reach in 2019, but it’s not for “weight loss in itself,” and once I reach it, I’m turning back around to get to 170 again), get the job I want!

I can’t think of who I want to tag for this, so anyone who is interested: you’re tagged!

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beanbyday · 6 years

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85 Questions game | answer them about yourself and tag 20 others

I was tagged by @dogills

Last:

Drink - milk (flavored with cereal)

Phone call - Faith I think

Text message - this boy i don't know how to tell I'm gay

Song you listened to - Smth in Dear Evan Hansen. Idk, I was half asleep

Ever:

Dated someone twice - Yes

Kissed someone and regretted it - Nah

Been cheated on - No

Lost someone special - Yeah, but like, we made up and things are okay now

Gotten drunk and thrown up - Never been drunk

Fave colors - A nice yellow and a good blue

In the last year, have you…:

Made new friends - Yes! I love them!

Fallen out of love - Not in the last year

Laughed until you cried - Definitely

Found out someone was talking about you - Not in bad ways

Met someone who changed you - I've no idea, probably

Found out who your friends are - I dunno man all my friends are 10/10

Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - Nah

General:

How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life? I don't use Facebook

Do you have any pets? Oh definitely. I've got a guinea pig (Snickers), a hamster (Cheese), a frog (Toast), a tadpole (CapriSun), a lizard (Gus), and two doggos (Eli and Ollie)

Do you want to change your name? I’ve already done. Might do it legally, idk

What did you do for your last birthday? Nothing, my parents got me soap and that's about the capacity in which it matters to them

What were you doing last night at midnight? Sleeping or about to

What is something you can’t wait for? Moving away and getting my pig a friend like he's supposed to have!

What are you listening to right now? My dogs whining for attention (they're both on my lap)

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Yeah my grandpa

Something that gets on your nerves - People being assholes

Most visited website - YouTube lmao

Hair color - brown dark enough for a lot of people to assume it's black

Long or short hair - Short! I do better with managing short hair but I'm looking into more hairstyles medium or shorter so I can mix it up (I look horrible with long hair but when I was little I had it REALLY long)

What do you like about yourself? I like my eyes. Other than that idk

Want any piercings? I wanna get my ears pierced but other piercings kinda gross me out tbh. All power to ya if you want them tho

Blood type - I dunno

Nickname - I want one but I don't have any.

Relationship status - Single

Zodiac sign - Capricorm

Pronouns - She/they

Fave tv shows - I dunno

Tattoos - I wanna get a little one but idk if anything else

Right or left handed? Left

Ever had surgery? Nope

Sports - Nah

Vacation - I wanna go to France!

More general:

Eating - idk tbh

Drinking - I love! Juice and chocolate milk!!

I’m about to watch - probably YouTube lmao

I’m waiting for - My friends that I invited over to arrive

Want - to start a comic!

Get married - Maybe, with the right person

Career - atm I really wanna be an elementary school teacher

Hugs or kisses - Both!

Lips or eyes - EYES!! HAVE YOU EVER MET A PERSON WITH BROWN EYES????????

Shorter or taller - Either, but I have some Discomforts with people a lot taller than me. Idc it's just scary

Older or younger - Idc as long as it's not Extreme, Illegal, or Gross

Nice arms or stomach - gotta love a good tummy drum

Hookup or relationship - Relationship (I'm ace)

Troublemaker or hesitant - Hesitant tbh

Have you ever… :

Kissed a stranger? Nah

Drank hard liquor? No I'm uninterested in l'alcohol

Lost glasses? I don't think for very long

Sex on first date? Nope (hi am ace)

Broken someone’s heart? I don't think so

Had your heart broken? No

Cried when someone died? Yeah

Fallen for a friend? Yeah, we dated for a while n we're chill now

Do you believe in…:

Yourself? Not sure tbh

Miracles? Not really

Love at first sight? Maybe? I don't really know

Kiss on first date? Maybe, with the right person

Angels? I don't think so

Other:

Best friends name - Faith I think

Eye color - Green!

Favorite movie - idk tbh. Love, Simon maybe

Favorite actor - idk, maybe Bex TK

Favorite food - idk

Extrovert or introvert - Introvert for sure

Favorite flower - Snapdragons!!

Favorite hello kitty character - I haven't watched it since I was like, 3

Most of my friends have already been tagged lmao. I guess @jamie-thepotatogod and @madsouki

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