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whenisitenoughtrees · 4 years

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Prompt 59: “You’re so drunk.” Janus saying it to his boyfriends Patton and Remus? Both who ended up drinking a little more than planned lol

thank you for this prompt!! this is probably one of the fluffiest things i’ve written in my whole life

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Title: and days of auld lang syne

Word Count: 1,778

Content Warnings: alcohol consumption, vague sexual innuendo

(fic masterpost)

In his defense, he doesn’t mean to lose his boyfriends. But Remy’s house is very large, and there are a lot of people here, a lot of chatter, a lot of food, a lot of champagne flowing, and that makes it incredibly easy to get sidetracked. He spends about an hour discussing obscure philosophers with Logan, and then Dot and Larry draw him into conversation for almost as long, and by the time he realizes that he has no idea where Patton and Remus have gotten off to, it’s nearly midnight.

And that simply will not do. He’s not bringing in the new year without his boyfriends by his side. It’s tradition, after all, and he’ll admit, he’s just a bit concerned about the fact that he hasn’t seen them since just after they arrived. Usually, he is confident in Patton’s ability to curb Remus’ most foolish impulses, but in a crowd like this, with this kind of festive atmosphere? There is no telling what kind of mischief Remus might think up, and even Patton’s most disappointed stare might not be enough to stop him.

So, he goes looking, which turns out to be a more monumental task than he thought. Because really, why does Remy own such a huge house? How does he have so many friends? It’s truly ridiculous, and Janus is getting tired of navigating through all these people, half of whom are strangers and all of whom are decidedly not who he is looking for. He is excellent at putting on a show of politeness even on his worst days, but he can feel his smile wearing thin around the edges, can feel his eye begin to twitch.

But finally, he bumps into Virgil, who rolls his eyes and directs him to the second floor balcony, the one overlooking the back gardens. He makes his way there with no small measure of relief, and finds that the second floor is, at least, less crowded, which does wonders for his mood. He pushes the balcony doors open, and feels the tension drain from him as he lays eyes on his boyfriends, sitting on the floor and leaning in toward each other, whispering conspiratorially.

He clears his throat.

“Is this an exclusive meeting,” he asks, “or might I join you?”

Both Patton and Remus swivel their heads toward him, the motion almost in perfect unison. And that is when he first gains the inkling that something is off here; there are no lights on the balcony except for the stars, but the illumination from inside spills from the still-open doorway and across their faces, highlighting the flushes on their cheeks, the dilation of their pupils. And as they both stand, their legs seem unsteady, wobbly, as if the floor is rocking beneath their feet. Or at least, as if they think it is.

Patton reaches him first, a wide grin splitting his lips. He stumbles, and Janus reaches out to steady him, grasping his arms, and Patton beams at him as if he hung the moon.

“Hi!” he exclaims, far too loudly for the lack of distance between them. “I’m so happy to see you! Remus, look, it’s Janus!”

Remus has reached him by now, too, and he slings an arm around both Janus’ shoulder and Patton’s, leaning in close. He is steadier on his feet than Patton is, but only just, and Janus can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Give him the thing!” he insists, somewhat ominously, and just as loud as Patton. Janus winces as his eardrums protest the noise’s proximity, but his attention is distracted by Patton, who giggles and nods, taking his arms back from Janus and reaching into his shirt, pulling out— something. Janus can’t tell what it is; it’s too dark, and Patton moves too quickly, shoving whatever-it-is roughly onto his head. He frowns, raising a hand to touch it, trying to figure out what his new adornment is, but Patton pouts at him, yanking his arm back down.

“Don’t take it off!” he pleads. “We match now!”

Remus nods in eager agreement, and Janus squints at both of them, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. It only takes a moment, now that he’s looking for it; they both have circlets of vine resting atop their heads, clumsily tied together but seeming to hold up just fine. They appear to be made of more leaves than anything else, but they are speckled with delicate white flowers. He has to admit that it’s a lovely effect, overall, and he can’t bring himself to complain about being made to wear one.

“So we do,” he says. “Dare I ask where you got these from?”

Remus grins at him and points at the far corner of the balcony, where a mess of vines curls over the railing. There are clear signs of tampering, of some vines being torn off and flowers being plucked, and Janus hopes that Remy is not particularly attached to this plant. Also in that corner, he notes, are a great many discarded champagne glasses.

“Found ‘em!” Remus proclaims proudly, and Patton giggles.

“He was trying to jump off the balcony, and, and into the pool,” Patton says, using a tone that is clearly meant to be a confidential whisper, but doesn’t quite make it there. “I told him no, ‘cause then he’d be all wet—”

“—and I told him that I’d just take off my clothes—”

“—and then I told him that we had to wait until we get home until we do that, and then I saw the flowers and I thought we could make you something instead!” Patton smiles again, wide and bright, like a puppy eagerly seeking approval. He grabs Janus’ sleeve, tugging on it slightly. “Do you like it? It’s pretty, just like you!”

Janus can feel his face heating up, and hopes that the darkness conceals his blush. “Of course I like it,” he says, and Patton rocks back and forth on his heels, delighted, while Remus thrusts both fists into the air and lets out a loud whoop, a noise that gets lost in the veritable din coming from inside, and from the people that have begin to spill outdoors in anticipation of New Year’s fireworks. And seeing them both like this, so happy and content, he can’t help but smile back at them, shaking his head. “You’re so drunk,” he says, and he’s glad that no one else is around to hear how his voice turns disgustingly fond.

Remus nods rapidly, eyes wild, but Patton frowns at him. “Nooooooo,” he moans, and pitches forward, throwing all of his weight against Janus’ chest. He barely manages to keep them both upright. “’M not drunk, ‘m jus’ having a whole lotta feelings.”

Remus cackles, launching himself forward and into the two of them, and this time, Janus can do nothing to prevent them all from tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap. He grunts as both Patton and Remus land firmly on top of him, but he can’t be angry, not now, not tonight, not with the two of them here with him, no matter how inebriated they might be. Patton starts to giggle again, burying his face into Janus’ shirt.

“Whole lotta feelings ‘bout my butt!” Remus proclaims, plastering himself against Janus’ side and hooking one leg over both of his.

“Maybe later,” Patton informs him, his voice muffled, and Janus breaks at that, dissolving into laughter.

He can’t move. Can barely breathe, with the weight of both of his boyfriends pressing against his chest. But the stars are shining bright above them, glittering and twinkling just past the roof, and in the distance, the night sky blooms into reds and greens and golds as the fireworks begin, and there is absolutely no place that he would rather be.

“I love you both so much,” he says, and Remus sighs contentedly, snuggling in closer. Patton shifts, resting his head just above Janus’ heart.

“We love you too,” he says, voice slurred. “More than, more than anything. More than puppies. More than cookies, and, and—”

“And worms,” Remus supplies, “an’ more than brains, an’ zombies, an’ blood an’ guts. More than butts, even.”

Patton hums. “More than butts,” he agrees, and then after a brief pause, “But you do have a nice butt.”

And they both fall back into giggling at that, and Janus joins them, their joy utterly endearing, utterly infectious. He loves them. He loves them so, so much, and to this day, he has no idea how he can be so lucky as to have them, what he did to deserve Patton’s cheer and aching kindness, Remus’ eccentricity and unstoppable enthusiasm. They are all so different from one another that some days, he is still surprised that they fit together as well as they do, but he has never once stopped being grateful for it, grateful for them.

From both inside the house and below the balcony, there comes the unmistakable sounds of counting.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

He wraps his arms around them as best he can from this position. Patton takes up the count under his breath.

Seven. Six. Five. Four.

Remus wriggles in even closer, grasping at both of them, practically vibrating in his excitement.

Three. Two.

One.

The cheer rises up all around them, and Janus has no time to react before Patton is smacking a wet, sloppy kiss against the corner of his mouth, followed shortly by Remus doing the same, but only managing to capture his upper lip. And he watches in amusement as they attempt to kiss each other, too, their noses bumping clumsily against each other as they try to find purchase.

He laughs. “Come here, you two,” he says, and smiles at both of them as they turn to look at him. Patton ducks down first, and Janus kisses his lips, gently, softly, and Patton sighs in contentment. And then it is Remus’ face hovering above his, waiting his turn with a patience uncharacteristic of him, and Janus kisses him just as sweetly. And they both settle against his sides as the fireworks pop and roar and bloom, brightening the night into day and ushering in the new year. There is sound and there is music, and there is joy and there is laughter, the party still in full swing, but he feels no need to join it, because he has his joy and his laughter right here.

The new year is a time of resolutions, and in this moment, he makes his: to keep this, to keep them, now and forever and always.

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#deintruality #intrualiceit #janus sanders #ts janus #patton sanders #ts patton #remus sanders #ts remus #my fic #cat does prompts #*chants* first prompt! first prompt! first prompt!#this was a joy and a pleasure to write

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missn11 · 3 years

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I tried sending this question on Anon earlier (only my desktop has Tumblr and I was zoning out away from thinking of this), but what if Ming Xiao was a Cainite and Nines and LaCroix were Kuei-jin? What Clan/Dharmas would they be, and how would they feel about it, and how would it affect their storylines? Like maybe Nines rose and was taken in by the Chinatown Wu, and LaCroix has been living somewhere in China since the Napoleonic Wars? Thanks!

@badass-at-cuddling oh wow this is a big question to go into but I’ll try my best! XD

Well, I think it would be best to make changes to LaCroix’s and Nines’ backstory since as far I know Kuei-jin are made from people of Eastern or Southern Asian descent.

Now I think we can keep Nines being an American, in this case a Chinese American (he could be even be part latino as well), and it would makes he could’ve received the second breath after dying during a strike or perhaps he got caught in a cross fire, regardless, he would’ve died young and before his time. (Noooo ;_;)

Considering Nines’ clan in vtmb being a Brujah, his connection to humanity through his politcal beliefs, I feel the Dharma of the Dance of the Thrashing Dragon is likeily the one that fits him best since tbh, not only would that give him the chance to continue to fight for others but also give him a second chance to really live life to the fullest. (Honestly I was thinking of the Way of the Resplendent Crane for him as well but I think that’s too restricted for Nines’ character to be honest but I wonder what you guys might think)

I do think Nines would be quickly taken in by LA Chinatown Kuei-jin but I do think he would butt heads with the elders a lot but also perhaps more being willing to listen to them as well, provided they didn’t treat him badly that is. Although, he could end up becoming the leader of a movement within the Chinatown court that don’t want to be messed around by their elders. But while I think Nines would try to broker some peace treaty with the Anarchs in LA he could end up butting heads with some of the more rowdy Anarchs. And Nines wouldn’t feel happy with the mainland Kuei-jin taking over and saying “Hey we gotta kick or enlighten those awful Cainites to stop the Sixth Age!” but he would also be fed up with the Anarchs just leaving their shit everywhere and whoops the freaking Camarilla and the Sabbat are rolling into town as well!

So I would say that Nines is in a bind in what to do! 0_0

As for LaCroix, oh man this is a tricky one, because I’m trying to figure out if there was enough of a French Chinese presence in France at the time of Napoleon or not.

If there was and they allowed Chinese men to join the army then, I think that LaCroix could have been a French ex noble’s illegitimate son with a Chinese woman and even though there was a draft, I think he would want to prove himself to his father and country that he is worth something. (Ohhh don’t make me sad again ;_;) But he instead dies on the battle field and receiving the second breath and finding out that all of the beliefs his Chinese heritage actually are partly true and he would be super confused and likey eat some people before coming to on his own or being found by his fellow Kuei-jin and after some time he sent around europe to scope things for the Kuei-jin (not for conquering purposes per say but to see if there is any way to help the Kuei-jin in the mainlands).

However, if not then I can see him being a son of a trader in Hong Kong (obvs he isn’t going to be called LaCroix here in this case) and soon following in his father’s footsteps, perhaps even getting involved in the opium trade, (I’m going to be honest here and say that I don’t know as much about China during the 1800s at this point so if anyone has any suggestions please let me know :D) However, he would’ve died young and maybe to move his brith and death forward to from liekly 1794-1815 to 1815-1839 so he could have been involved in the first Opium War and died in the conflict. Upon receiving the second breath and being found and taken to the Hong Kong court.

Now picking LaCroix’s Dharma in either origin story was difficult for me to be honest, but I’m thinking for the first origin LaCroix might have been attracted to the Howl of the Devil-Tiger Dharma, since I can see him wanting to be a powerful demon (Yomi ain’t a nice place bro) and that could go for his second orgin too.

Buttt the other Dharmas he might also go for are the Way of the Resplendent Crane or the Dance of the Thrashing Dragon Dharma, Resplendent Crane cause he might feel guilty for not following tradition and sinning a lot when he was alive and Thrashing Dragon so he could really live his unlife to the fullest!

Now LaCroix regardless would either be sent to LA to asist the Kuei-jin in conquering the city or he would already be in LA and butting heads with Nines no matter his Dharma! XD But LaCroix would have ambitions of becoming an Ancestor (It’s going to take a bit though) but first he’s going to do his bit to help the effort to stop the Sixth Age (it’s going to get in the way of his goal darn it!) and of course that means screwing over the Kindred through manipulative means!

Ming Xiao is a tricky one for me as I wanna say she could be a Ventrue due commanding air and her ability to be a Leader of a community, I can totally see her rock Domination and Presence easily and with Fortiude, she’s one tough lady that’s hard to kill! However, she could be a Tzimisce, maybe a Tzimisce who isn’t too into changing her image so much but is into having a kick ass war form! (either way, she’ll have some high level Vicissitude baby!!!)

Okay as for Ming Xiao’s Kindred origins, I’m thinking that while the Kuei-jin are the main undead creatures of Eastern Asia there is a tiny population of Kindred scattered around as well. and one of those Kindred (Ventrue/Tzimisce) found an interest in Ming Xiao, in my headcanon a unhappy and necglected wife to a minster of the imperial palace during the Tang Dynasty. A beautiful, intelligent, charismatic and manipulative who would do anything to get what she wanted (since her husband wasn’t going to, lol!) she quickly drew the eye of her sire and they wanted to show a fun time and have her as their companion (dominating or meatcrimes) and embraced her after ghouling her husband.

And after Ming Xiao enjoys herself and gaining herself some power in a little domain for around 400 years (I guess she got bored with her sire and ate them or something) or so, she’ll go into torpor after the Kuei-jin come a knocking to tell her to knock it off. so after like a 1000 years or so (phew that’s a long nap) Ming Xiao wakes up and sees that China had really changed, but oh boy those Kuei-jin are sure to be annoying when she tries to build a domain here again!

Rude, why won’t they let her to do meat crimes or any dominating anyway, instead she’ll be sharing her wisdom to those who need to hear it duh. Regardless, Ming Xiao then searches for a great place to crash without these annoying Kuei-jin trying to kill her!

So Ming Xiao’s arrival in LA is going to spook some of the Kindred cause she basically nearly at Methuselah level, but they don’t know it’s her cause she’s not advertising how old she really is. However she is real annoyed that the Kuei-jin are here as well, and well the Camarilla are too european, the Sabbat are just no and the Anarchs really need her help! So Ming Xiao starts subtly recruiting herself some pawns likemind Kindred to help her cause to get the Anarchs’ shit together.

So here you have it, Nines and LaCroix are still butting heads but are way more on the same and Ming Xiao manipulativing the Anarchs for her goals, it’s quite a difference but yet has some shades of the original plot of VTMB!

Phew this was a long post, I hope this answers your question @badass-at-cuddling I’m sorry it took so long to answer! thank you again for the ask it was really fun to think about! :D

#vampire the masquerade #Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines #VTMB #kindred of the east #Sebastian LaCroix #nines rodriguez #Ming Xiao #asks #badass-at-cuddling

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puyopct · 5 years

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JACOB ARTIST, DEMIBOY, THEY/HE -——- patrick woods has been identified as a twenty-nine year-old resident with fusion, possession, and power enhancement. their files indicate that they work as a scientist, and may be closely linked with the underground. they are known to be diligent and cryptic, and knew the deceased because they were privately funded to conduct illegal research. ( admin rowlet, they/he, 24, pst )

whaddup whaddup! here’s pt.2 of rowlet’s shady character duo, pat pat! i’ve listed some wanted connections here, but feel free to smash that like button if you want a plot with him, or if you just feel like pressin’ it. anyway, on with the show!

+ + + overview

— usually quiet, likes to think he’s witty and funny but in reality he’s just awkward as hell and doesn’t know how to talk to people. he could, on the other hand, talk endlessly about scientific jargon that nobody gives an absolute f about. and video games, especially puyo puyo. all he listens to is video game music.

— extremely passive, if you punched him he’d probably rate it on a scale of 1-10 and tell you how to improve. the aquarius is strong with this one. would never hurt a fly, and if he did he’d put a Hello Kitty bandaid on them because uwu

— but also like... he’s a shady bitch? says very odd things that can be misconstrued as a threat or something dangerous. is he srs or nah? that is the Question. he’s one third of raul’s illegal science team that is euna and isaac, otherwise known as the Bisquick Crew™, they research illegal things and create illegal substances. what you may ask? i suppose that might be revealed soon...

— copes with his anxiety thru fusion (more below)

— i feel like i just gotta include this somewhere lol but this bitch chubby cuz he eats goldfish (the processed crackers shit, not like actual Goldfish) and lumpia all day, please squish him in a hug.

— now that raul’s dead he’s trying to maintain his composure on the legitimacy of his research and where it will be going forward without his boss.

+ + + powers

— okay this is the part where i follow up and explicate on Pat is a Shady Bitch. his primary powers are fusion and possession, which allow him to combine with other mutants. who controls their fused mutant body is really a matter of willpower. most of the time pat is more inclined to take a backseat so he can study up, but when he’s feeling particularly devious or itching to get in the driver’s seat he can just take over. idk maybe he possessed someone to kill raul oh whoops.

— also has power enhancement, so whoever he’s fused with gets a sharp, nifty upgrade to their powers, tenfold easily. it’s good for people who are just exploring their powers cuz they get to know what a taste of control feels like without having to even put in the work.

— fusion wears off the second both parties consent to defusion or if they get knocked out. not like sleep but like... air knocked right outta them. the aftereffects of fusion can result in separation anxiety, especially if the fusion was sustained for quite awhile.

— the resulting fusion only contains subtle traits of his dna, so he could technically just hide in someone else’s body and not many people could tell. it would also be possible to fuse more than two mutants, but pat has never done such a thing.

+ + + history

patrick woods grew up without many friends. not because he was a mutant, but more or less because he grew up shy, lonely, and socially awkward. raised in oakland, ca (occupied Ohlone) not too far from diamond city, his two non-mutant parents worked tirelessly just to put bread on the table. as a result of their absence, pat didn’t have much of a support system growing up. his one constant source of validation was how proud he made his parents in school, and so he invested his time into his classes to do well. he could never sustain any friendships, as his peers found him too erratic and secretly needy.

it didn’t help when his powers began to manifest towards the end of high school. most people made fun of him, as if he was a dare to be conquested. but the one thing about fusion was that it let him into the minds and bodies of others, and he began to use it to study his peers. but, more than that, he used fusion to cope with not having friends, becoming co-dependent with his powers. and, in doing so, discovered that it was the perfect, unconventional way to do research.

he set his dreams on becoming a scientist and entered a ph.d program. during the research phase of his program, he decided to conduct his work in diamond city not just because it was close to home but because of the large mutant population. his dissertation on mutant genome sequencing was discovered by raul, who kept him in mind for a secret project. shortly after completing his dissertation, he packed his bags to move full time to diamond city to work for raul under what would now be known as the underground.

+ + + wcxns

— acquaintance/friend. definitely have interacted, perhaps not in awhile. perhaps they used to grab taro milk tea with boba together every once in awhile. but what was once a friendship became distant, perhaps because of raul’s death. will it unite them or cause a rift?

— fellow geek. nintendo+ nerds for life. they’re friends on discord and steam, and have likely stayed up until 7am playing video games together when the sunrise hits their face. such is the tortured life of a gamer. pat hasn’t logged on in awhile, and maybe they’re concerned about him.

— training buddy/research subject. the current mutant he’s researching, on the down low or not. they needed help with their powers, pat’s all game for helping people. little do they know there’s a catch, but sometimes the benefits far outweigh the negatives. after all, pat gives good, honest, and thoughtful feedback.

— fusion buddy. it started as either a joke or an experiment, really. but now they’re slightly co-dependent on sharing a body because their separation anxiety has gotten out of control. they’ve tried to break it off, perhaps for awhile, but they always seem to keep coming back to each other.

— panic button. when all else fails, call them at 3am. pat’s not exactly an open person, but something about them makes him invite himself over so he can snuggle up or sleep on their couch. when everything goes wrong, they’re the first person to hear it.

— political differences. being a member of the underground can be really polarizing, especially since pat’s doing illegal work. he tries to justify to himself that he’s doing something good, but this person and him absolutely butt heads over what is morally correct, what is grey, what is wrong. it never ends well.

— he hella sus. they know he’s up to no good, past his dumb ol’ facade. they see him around, perhaps either on a commute or have interacted with him a little more personally. and they see right past his facade of innocence and geekiness. pat’s up to no good, and they know it.

— tensions high. put them in a room together and it won’t end well. one would never think pat could become such a fesity, snarky person, but here he is, chiding away. whether it was a falling out or some petty disagreement that exploded, these two are on the precipice of a fight.

— the crush. they reduce him to rose-pink blushes. most of the time he’s already tripping over his words, but he can hardly utter a word around them.

— accomplice. down to get materials for his research at whatever cost. he needs mutant and dna samples, he has a secretly funded lab, dangerous chemicals, and raul backing him. or he did. now they have to figure out what they’re doing post raul’s death, and it’s up in the air.

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almightyhollands · 7 years

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fun tag things

Rules: if you’re tagged you have to answer these questions and then tag another 10 blogs that you’re mutuals that you want to get to know

i was tagged by my sweet angels @parkerroos and @nedandpeter

Tags: @tomhollandisthicc @hufflepuffholland @spideyboys @spideyyss @yukanda-tsuyoi @peter-parkers-underoos @boyfriendtom @spiderparkerboy @tomhollandish @parkerpete

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? my pal porter

2. Are you outgoing or shy? outgoing but quiet.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? my best friend who is away at college

4. Are you easy to get along with? i like to think so.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? probably bc were buddies and he is a nice dude

6. What kind of person are you attracted to? awkward awkward awkward but funny! are always soooo nice and outgoing and are almost always blonde (not this time heyo) really tenacious and intelligent and are just actual sweethearts who need to be protected

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? lol no

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? this stupid dumb guy

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? not really

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? @nedandpeter i feel like i was helpful AT ALL but kass says i was bc shes and angel so

11. What does the most recent text you sent say? “you are the WORST”

12. What are your top 5 songs rn?

high - sir sly // maisie and neville - david beats goliath // something for your m.i.n.d. - superorganism // 1-800-273-8255 - logic // 19 seventy sumthin’ - neck deep

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? depends on who it is but if it’s the right person its EUPHORIC

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? yes!

15. What good thing happened this summer? i got a job!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? no

17. Do you think there’s life on other planets? yEs people who think we’re the only ones pout there make my brain implode

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Yeah!

19. Do you love bubble baths? yes!

20. Do you like your neighbours? YES I LOVE THEM

21. What are your bad habits? i have an obsessive personality, touching my face, skipping class.

22. Where would you like to travel? africa for sure, australia, netherlands.

23. Do you have trust issues? some days i think all i have are trust issues

24. Favourite part of your daily routine? coming home from work and taking off my pants

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? mystomach or my butt chin lol

26. What do you do when you wake up? go to the bathroom, get on phone/turn on music, get dressed, sometimes do my makeup, make myself late to school

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? darker

28. Who are you most comfortable around? my best friend

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regretted breaking up? never had an ex bc commitment issues but this guy i used to talk to told me he wished we worked out which counts i think

30. Do you ever want to get married? Y E S

31. Is your hair long enough for a ponytail? yep

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? im vanilla af + im bad at sharing

33. Spell your name with your chin. ou

34. Do you play any sports? i run!

35. Would you rather live without tv or music? tv i listen to music 24/7

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? literally all the time

37. What do you say during an awkward silence? “whats in your mi9nd right now?”

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? tall, nce, funny, considerate. loves me because of my weird ass quirks and not in spite of them, is conscious of the mark he leaves on society but doesnt let others opinions affect that. someone who will laugh at my stupid jokes and will jam out in the car with mew whether it be big time rush/aerosmith/with confidence/whatever. (i have hella high standards holla)

39. What’s your favourite store to shop in? pink

40. Who do you want to do after high school? i wanna go to college + get a teaching degree in theatre education

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? depends on what they did

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean ? im usually pretty quiet but if im super quiet im probably annoyed or upset.

43. Do you smile at strangers? sometimes

44. Trip to outer space or the bottom or the ocean? yikes probably the ocean

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? the amount of tardies i have in my first period classes.

46. What are you paranoid about? ruining things for myself

47. Have you ever been high? nah

48. Have you ever been drunk? yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? i write porn for the internet, there are a lot of things i dont want people to find out about.

50. What’s the colour of the last hoodie you wore? blue

51. Ever wished you were someone else? no. ive wished i was differnet but i never wished i was someone else.

52. One thing you could change about yourself? probably my body heyo

53. Favourite makeup brand? abs or elf

54. Favourite store? pink

55. Favourite blog? DONT DO THIS TO ME

56. Favourite colour? black or yellow

57. Favourite food? chicken strips bc im eight

58. Last thing you ate? pizza

59. First think you ate this morning? soup

60. Ever won a competition? yes

61. Ever been suspended/ expelled? no

62. Ever been arrested? no ma’am

63. Ever been in love? yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss ? wow okay i was 13 and it was with this kid ive known literally all my life and we were in his backyard and i said something stupid and he was like “haha youre cute” (i wasnt) and i was like “shut up no im not” and then we kissed and yeah

65. Are you hungry rn? NO IM GOING TO EXPLODE

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more that your real friends? i love both them both equally in different ways

67. Facebook or twitter? twitter

68. Twitter or tumblr? tumblr

69. Are you watching tv rn? no

70. Names of your best friends: annie, seth, porter, tristan, kass, lyss, ruby, izzy

71. Are you craving anything? my boy ew

72. What colour are your towels? yellow and grey

73. How many pillows to you sleep with? two

74. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? no

75. Favourite animal? DOGS

76. What colour is your underwear? black

77. Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? mint chocolate chip

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? white

80. What colour pants? black

81. Favourite tv show? the office or brooklyn nine-nine!

82. Favourite movie? probably wolf of wall street or the amazing spiderman

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? NUMBER ONE ALL THE WAY

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street: yikes probs 21js

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? damien

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? SQUIRT

87. First person you talked to today? my mom :-)

88. Last person you talked to today? my best friend whoop

89. Name a person you hate: this girl at my school who’s obnoxious + entitled

90. Name a person you love: my best friend :-)))

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face rn? boys that wont fall in love with me

92. In a fight with someone? nope nope

93. How many sweatpants do you own? ??? a lot?

94. How many sweats/hoodies do you own? 3 dresser drawers worth + 3 in my trunk

95. Last movie you watched? Return To Me :,-))

#it me

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sadrien · 7 years

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goodbyes & hellos

on ao3

im so so so late but hey this is for first day of prompt week for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare!!!! day one: wrong number

this was a lot of fun tbh and ive been dying to write this ship. alyas texts are italicized, adriens are underlined on ao3, just bold here bc tumblrs a butt. shoutout to @reyxa for the title <3

enjoy!

Alya narrows her eyes at the new message that lights up her phone. It’s an unknown number that she doesn’t recognize — not that she’s given her number to anyone recently — and it’s also seven in the morning . Anyone how knows her at all should know that she doesn’t wake up before at least nine on the weekends. (And that has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t sleep during the week and tends to go to bed after two in the morning.)

She groans as another message shows up on the screen. She squints and lets the messages flow in, figuring she can tell the person they’ve got the wrong number after they’ve finished whatever they have to say. Or she can decide that it’s unimportant and ignore it and go back to sleep.

She likes her second plan the best.

unknown number: Hi!

unknown number: Just wanted to let you know the start time for today has been moved from 10 to 9:15

unknown number: My father has a meeting at 1300 so he wants to get it all done as soon as possible

unknown number: And I know you mentioned wanting to have him on set yesterday

unknown number: I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience! Your agent should be calling you soon, but I thought I’d give you a heads up

Alya squints at the screen. She doesn’t want to care but she’s curious. And curiousity killed the cat and all that but she’s used to letting her nosiness get the best of her.

unknown number: agents???

unknown number: 1st of all srry u have the wrong number

unknown number: 2nd of all were u talking to a movie star or smth???????

unknown number: book writer??

unknown number: what kinda person needs an agent

unknown number: Oh I’m sorry! I must’ve gotten the wrong number from someone

unknown number: I’m really sorry if I was bothering you

Alya rolls her eyes.

unknown number: u woke me up but its chill cause now im curious

unknown number: Curious? About what?

unknown number: way 2 keep avoiding the question

unknown number: ???

unknown number: u said the person u meant to text has an agent

unknown number: how fancy r they

unknown number: Oh! She’s a model!

Alya’s eyes widen. The most famous person she knows is that thirteen year old that was in her school who has ten thousand subscribers on YouTube because she makes lyric videos. The second is a boy who has a few thousand instagram followers because he has nice abs and lots of white boy clothing and muscle shirts.

unknown number: u kno a model????????

unknown number: Uhh

unknown number: I’m not sure how much personal information I should be giving to a stranger

Alya sighs. So close.

unknown number: its fine dude (dude? u good w that? lmk if u arent) i getchu

unknown number: u can just stop responding if u dont wanna talk

She locks her phone and slides it back under her pillow. She stares at the ceiling for a few more minutes, wondering if she’ll be able to fall back asleep. As much as she’d like to take the train back to dreamville, she can’t. Because now she’s awake and now she’s wondering. And once she stops wondering, she doesn’t stop.

She’ll probably stop thinking about this random wrong number in a few days and in a few months, she’ll forget about them entirely but…

Ugh.

Sleep definitely isn’t an option anymore.

Leaving her phone in her bed, she pads to the kitchen, twisting her hair up into a messy bun as she does so. No one is up yet — of course they aren’t, it’s seven on a Saturday and everyone is taking advantage of every precious minute of sleep they can get — so she has the run of the house to herself.

So she makes herself some coffee and a bowl of cereal and turns to television on. Her initial plan is to just leave it on whatever channel that’s playing when she first turns it on, and luckily the twins were the last ones to use it. Saturday morning cartoons. Score.

Alya stirs sugar in her coffee as Cyber Chase plays in the background. It’s not much more than background noise, it’s the middle of an episode and she doesn’t really know what’s happening, but she does snort at a few of the bad jokes.

“You’re up early,” her mom says before dropping a kiss on the top of Alya’s head.

Alya hums. “Got a few text messages and they woke me up.” She notes how her mom purposefully avoids eye contact as she opens a cabinet. Alya rolls her eyes and eats a spoonful of cereal.

“School friends?” her mom asks carefully.

“Yes,” Alya lies. Better than her mom asking more questions. The biggest one being why were you talking to a complete stranger?

“Are you going to see them before we leave?”

Alya glues her eyes to the TV. “If they’re around.”

Her mom makes an unimpressed sound and Alya resists the urge to roll her eyes. She texted a few of her friends the other week, but the conversation was awkward and stilted. They all had the same sort of idea about cutting ties.

Alya sighs and puts down her spoon, twisting around in her seat to face her mom. “I promise I’m talking to them.”

Her mom gives her that look— the one where her lips purse and a crease between her eyebrows that’s becoming more and more permanent; the one that says she wants to push for more details, but won’t unless they’re volunteered first. Which Alya is not doing, thank you very much. “If you say so, honey,” her mom says, turning her attention to the breakfast she’s making.

Alya stares down into her cereal bowl.

Time to evacuate to her bedroom.

She finishes her cereal as quickly as she can without choking and dumps her bowl and spoon in the sink as she passes it, taking her coffee with her to her room. New plan: curl up in bed with her laptop and hope her mom just leaves her alone until they move.

Alya’s almost forgotten about her phone by the time she flops onto her bed. It vibrates almost as soon as she opens her laptop. She frowns as she pulls it out from under her pillow.

unknown number: Dude is fine for me

unknown number: He/him pronouns please

unknown number: Thanks for asking I really appreciate it, actually

unknown number: People don’t always ask

Plan trashed. This is a better plan.

unknown number: she/her for me

unknown number: and no prob man

unknown number: i wasnt gonna assume ur gender

unknown number: ok that mightve sounded bad but i didnt mean it in a bad way like the ‘lol dont assume my gender’ way jerks do sometime i meant it in like a genuine

unknown number: if u have smth u wanna say u should say it because i am very tired and i can go on for a while

Whoops.

Alya can’t say she’s known for her stellar first impressions but she usually doesn’t ramble her way into an awkward corner. She mindlessly flips through apps as she waits for a response.

unknown number: Don’t worry about it! I didn’t take it the wrong way or anything

Alya smiles to herself as she responds. He keeps leaving her openings which is nice. Based off his initial reaction, she thought he’d shut this down as fast as possible.

She realizes this is probably a little weird. But it’s the most exciting thing to happen to her since school let out so…

unknown number: so whats up stranger??

unknown number: b4 u ask im just sitting in my room doing nothing but text u so thats my morning

unknown number: I actually have work soon, so that’s fun

Alya raises her eyebrows. She forgot age was something else she didn’t know yet.

unknown number: oo work that sounds fun

unknown number: what do u do???

unknown number: I work for my dad, it isn’t anything special

unknown number: But it gives me something to do with my time so I don’t mind that much

unknown number: If I randomly stop responding without warning, that’s why

unknown number: good 2 kno

unknown number: can i ask what u do 4 ur dad or is that 2 personal

unknown number: I uh… I just do whatever he needs me to do

unknown number: I don’t get paid or anything but

unknown number: ay it still works as a resume builder

unknown number: Yeah exactly!

unknown number: thats cool that ur dad can get u a job!! my mom and dad could never w their jobs so i just suffer

unknown number: not that thats any different from what i would do anyway as a teenager

Alright, perfect. She’s brought up the age question in a really clunky and awkward way. Better than nothing.

unknown number: Oh how old are you?

unknown number: I’m 15

Alya lets out a sigh of relief.

unknown number: ayy same!

unknown number: just ur fav teenage superhero blogger

unknown number: doing nothing with her life

unknown number: You like superheroes?

unknown number: yeah!! i love comic books. you??

unknown number: I don’t have time to read many but yeah! I’ve always loved Spiderman

unknown number: wonder woman is my g i r l

unknown number: superheroes are just so cool

She waits a few minutes before she decides that he must have gone off to work. Bonding over superheroes, that’s good. A shared interest. She scrolls through their conversation, rereading some of the earlier messages before she creates a contact for him. She makes the name ‘stranger’ and leaves it at that.

It’s not like they’re meeting up or anything. Even if he is an ax murderer, can’t kill her if she never sends him her location.

Alya spends the next couple of hours avoiding her mom as much as possible. She takes her sisters to the park and then goes to the library after she brings them home.

She doesn’t want to talk about it.

She’s clicking through a webcomic that she missed a few weeks worth of updates when her phone buzzes. She glances down, expecting it to be a text from her mom asking if she has any plans or to do chores or something, but is pleasantly surprised to see a message from her stranger.

stranger: Sorry about that, work ran long

stranger: Admittedly, I don’t know very much about Wonder Woman, but she looks very awesome

unknown number: !!!!

unknown number: when ive got more time remind me to tell u all abou t her

unknown number: and to rec some comic books even if u dont have time

stranger: Is she your favorite?

Alya sits back in her chair. This conversation is going to be a long one.

Alya finds herself randomly texting her stranger for the next few days. He doesn’t always respond quickly, but he responds eventually, no matter how weird her original message.

That’s more than she can say for most of her friends.

She texts him as she’s sitting on the counter in her kitchen, stirring a pot.

unknown number: hey stranger whats up

stranger: Just reading, you?

unknown number: making box mac n cheese

stranger: Sounds fun

unknown number: yeah im gonna eat it straight from the pot

The three dots bounce on the screen as the stranger takes his time with the next message. Alya snorts and turns off the stove, straining the pasta and moving to the fridge to find butter and cheese. He’s found his words by the time she’s letting the butter melt in the pot.

stranger: Straight from the pot? Why?

unknown number: because i live life on the edge

unknown number: and also because im too lazy to clean the dish later

stranger: You know what? That’s fair

Sometimes, Alya thinks that she probably shouldn’t think about someone who she doesn’t even know the name of as often as she does, let alone text him as much as she does. But sometimes she’ll see something, and she’ll immediately think of him. Or she’ll just be randomly upset and feel the strong urge to pick up the phone and see if he’s available to vent to.

She knows it’s kind of weird, but she can’t help herself.

One night, at around two in the morning, she finds herself messaging him.

unknown number: hey did i ever mention i was moving

She’s almost asleep, slightly more okay than she was before she sent the text, when he responds.

stranger: You haven’t but we also don’t talk about where we live

Alya stares at the screen for a long moment, the bright light in the darkness making everything on the screen blur into nothing. She just feels kind of numb.

unknown number: yeah

unknown number: like 8 hours away from where i live now

stranger: Wow that’s a big move

unknown number: yeah

stranger: I’m guessing you don’t want to go?

unknown number: not really

unknown number: did u know ur my only friend right now

stranger: I am?

unknown number: me and my other friends sort of cut ties

stranger: The internet exists

stranger: Phones exist

stranger: FaceTime and Skype both kind of suck, but they exist

unknown number: yeah i guess

unknown number: i guess its just too hard for any of us to try

stranger: I have no idea how far apart we live

stranger: We’re doing just fine

unknown number: yeah

unknown number: yeah ur right

One of Alya’s small comforts that comes to mind whenever she thinks about moving is the fact that she’ll have her phone on her and a portable charger. Her stranger will be with her every step of the way.

He’d managed to get her to talk to some of her friends. She doesn’t really think it’ll last once she’s in Paris, but the attempt is nice. And it gives her other people to talk to for the rest of the summer.

It’s too early in the morning when they leave for the last time for her to get really emotional about moving. All she has the energy to do is to take a picture of her old apartment, caption it ‘one last goodbye to marseille’, and save it before sending it to her friends over Snapchat. Before she falls asleep against the car window, she texts it to her stranger.

She wakes up to a new text among the goodbyes from her friends.

stranger: Have a nice car ride! I’ll let you know when I get back from work <3

Alya hides her smile from her sisters and screenshots the text for later.

She texts him from the floor of her new bedroom while her dad starts moving boxes. They’ve been in the process of moving for a while now, shipping most of their things to Paris beforehand. Now all that remains is the actual unpacking.

Alya doesn’t have the energy for that. She just lays on the floor and stares at the ceiling for a while. Then she picks up her phone and sends him a text.

It’s been about an hour since they last talked. She’d talked to him for a good majority of the car ride, only stopping when he was busy and ending the conversation when they arrived so she could get her things out of the car and help her sisters with theirs. She’d sent him a picture of her empty bedroom and said ‘let the unpacking begin :P’. He’d responded with a ‘Good luck!!’ and ‘I’ll let you get to work!’

Alya’s thumb hovers over the send button for a few seconds. She’s never really pushed him for any sort of personal information before.

New city, new Alya. Or something.

unknown number: hey just wondering

unknown number: what do u have me in ur phone as??

unknown number: i have u in here as stranger

stranger: Your contact name?

stranger: Uh awkward but you don’t?

stranger: You’re the only one I just have the number for, so I know who you are that way

Alya reads his texts a few times before she responds. She doesn’t know what she expects in return, but she figures she has nothing to lose.

unknown number: im alya

unknown number: in case u were wondering

stranger: Hi Alya

stranger: I’m Adrien

#adrien agreste #alya cesaire #alyadrien #outsidethelovesquare #miraculous ladybug #my fics #oof its done

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madeworth · 5 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. His Majesty, king of the nine realms, Doctor Donald Thor Odinson-Blake NICKNAME. Don, Donnie, Odinson, The Mighty Thor GENDER. male HEIGHT. 6′6 AGE. 36/1057 ZODIAC. virgo SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, mandarin-chinese, groot, high asgardian (which aids in his understanding icelandic and ancient icelandic)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. blonde. EYE COLOR. blue SKIN TONE. rosy peach, can get very tan after burning but doesn’t care to. BODY TYPE. Mesomorph ACCENT. High Asgardian/Slightly americanized soft british slang used frequently VOICE. it comes off deep and rumbly but it wasn’t always this way. it dropped low when he hit fifteen and he kept clearing his throat like it was a fluke from a cold. it didn’t fit his body until he was in his twenties. DOMINANT HAND. right POSTURE. would have his butt whooped by his mom if he didn’t maintain a good posture TATTOOS. none BIRTHMARKS. n/a MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). height and then, once regaining thor-ness, his muscle mass. second is how when he puts on his glasses he honestly is easily overlooked as thor. mostly because people are just easily duped by that kinda thing. he calls it clark kent syndrome.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. asgard HOMETOWN. venice beach, la SIBLINGS. loki PARENTS. odin, frigga, adopted by alice and vega blake. PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. he honestly struggles to fully remember the thousands of years of life before his more recent re-lived thirty years as a mortal. it’s not really the magic that’s the issue either because the binding is gone, technically. it’s more like no one quite expected thor’s second upbringing to have as big an impact as it did. enough of one to teach him a lesson, sure, but to completely re-wire his personality and behaviors? or maybe odin knew it’d happen and plays dumb. either way, thor struggles to say how deeply involved his biological parents have been in his life and he wants to give them credit for so many thousands of years but there is a slight rift there and he feels guilty about it. alice and vega were VERY hands on parents and if he was left with a babysitter ever it was always family of some sort, so he never seemed disconnected from his mothers.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. king of asgard(ia), family physician, formerly emergency medical specialist CURRENT RESIDENCE. new asgard (still determining if that will be broxton or not tbh??) CLOSE FRIENDS. val, bruce, steve, jane, darcy, erik, ect ect ect (verse dep.) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single (verse dep.) FINANCIAL STATUS. wealthy DRIVER’S LICENSE. yes CRIMINAL RECORD. OK ONE TIME HE GOT PULLED OVER FOR SPEEDING BUT HE WAS RUNNING LATE AND IT WAS HIS CURFEW AND LISTEN HE PAID THAT TICKET OFF OK. lol none. (do we talk about the treaty breaking? hm hm hm.) VICES. quick to anger which plays out due to him being embarrassed about something (a lack of knowledge/ability), gullible (easily believes the best in people), occasional bouts of hubris when he lets things get to his head, rash, short-sighted

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. polyromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO. used to be high, now is average TURN ON’S. boldness, having an ability to laugh at one’s self, sharp wit, passion for self-education, cheeky, dominant TURN OFF’S. making fun of someone just to be cruel like that makes you look better in comparison, the obvious would be anyone who is homophobic and certainly anyone with views that are conservative as his family is not and made up of two lesbian ladies, one chinese and the other black. if you are much more shy and awkward than him it’s not gonna work. not that he dislikes you, but he likely won’t be into you either. LOVE LANGUAGE. shares things he is reading or recently learned about with excitement RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. tbd

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. search and destroy - iggy and the stooges

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. reading, swimming, surfing, fishing, yoga, sparring MENTAL ILLNESSES. memory issues of lived life prior to mortal binding, mild depression but does not medicate for it PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. prior to getting powers back he suffered from nearsightedness, after he eventually lost an eye and uses a prosthetic. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. thor is strange because he was right-brained prior to being exiled then became left brained. now he’s... all.. brained??? but it depends on what he is doing and his intent. typically more left. PHOBIAS. spiders. lol. creepy crawly bugs freak him out just a bit. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. pretty good lately. it varies? VULNERABILITIES. he is prone to manipulation by the right methods, can be stirred up toward anger when he should be more level headed, his mortal family is probably a big vulnerability but he hates to admit it.

TAGGED BY: nah

TAGGING: yah

#headcanon

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Day 5 & 6 - Mount Fuji

On Tuesday we said goodbye to Johnny as he had to go back to base and Ely and I took a bus down to Lake Kawaguchiko to see Mount Fuji. The seats on the bus were very narrow, I practically had one butt cheek on top of the other.

Our time in Mount Fuji was unforgettable and we enjoyed every minute of it even with the few kinks we encountered during our stay. We stayed in a hostel that had the most magnificent view of Mount Fuji. It is absolutely breathtaking!

After leaving the bus station, we headed straight to a local restaurant that served Hotou noodles. The food was amazing…the only problem was Ely made us sit in tatami mats. She had forgotten that I cannot sit "criss cross applesauce" for the life of me. Knowing how much she wanted to experience eating on tatami mats I didn't say anything to her. Instead for an entire hour I was fidgeting on the mats. I felt like a giant stale cookie unable to bend without breaking.

We walked to our hostel after lunch to check in, actually the wrong hostel. Lol My knees were still adjusting themselves so we opted to take a taxi to the right hostel. After settling in, we walked to a local Indian restaurant. The night would have not been complete without one more kink…our taxi driver took us to a hotel instead of our hostel after dinner. Already angry that he drove us to the wrong destination, he became infuriated when we paid him with nothing but coins! Whoops!

Wednesday we got to ride on the "Pleasure Cruiser" across Lake Kawaguchiko for another spectacular view of Mount Fuji. After this ride Ely and I accidentally ended up inside a little old bakery and before we knew it we were sitting down at a table with our own desert and the best cup of instant coffee. I packed Lactaid pills given that Ely and I are both lactose intolerant but they must be using legitimate cow milk because they did nothing for me. The size of our desserts and coffee served as reminder that in America we do EVERYTHING BIG! I needed a magnifying glass to find the crust on the slice of cheesecake I was served. After our little snack, we went on to ride cable cars that would led us to the peak of another mountain for another stellar view of Mount Fuji. Man, I have to say I couldn't get tired of staring at this mountain except for the fact that the sun was blinding my big beautiful eyes, my most prized possession.

Now the fun begins...after our ride on the cable cars Ely and I went to have lunch at a restaurant overlooking Lake Kawaguchiko. I, having a bladder the size of a peanut went to use the restroom once we walked in. This would make it the second time in this trip that I would use a squatty... the first time I used a squatty was in Tokyo. During my first experience, I struggled to maintain my balance and height as my legs were dead after walking 25,000 steps. It wasn't until I walked out of the restroom that I realized I was facing the opposite direction when I used the squatty. Hence the reason why there were no railings in sight for me to maintain my balance.

As soon as I walked in to the restroom at the restaurant and saw that It was a squatty I was pumped. I felt like an experienced traveler that knew exactly how to use it. I positioned myself and just as I was forming a victory grin, my left foot slipped under me. You can just imagine the horror that filled my body. This will go on as the day in history when I declared war on squatties.

Late in the afternoon we decided to rent bikes and ride them over to a private Onsen before catching an overnight bus to Kyoto. This was another decision Ely and I made without thoroughly thinking it over. By the time we figured out how to unlock the bikes and how to remove the kickstand, it was already 5 pm. Two foreigners riding bikes in the icy sidewalks while the sun was setting was definitely a sight to see. What was meant to only be a 10 to 15 minute bike ride, turned out to be 45 minutes! I considered going back to the hostel when I saw the Onsen across the street but no way to cross the big highway that divided us.

Ely and I finally made our way to the bike lot next to the main entrance. As I was down on my knees locking my bike, I felt the bike rack tremble and shake--ultimately breaking on one side. I looked over and saw Ely hurling her bike over the rack. For one reason or another, she thought she was Hercules.

After rolling on the floor laughing, we finally made our way in. The entire building was made out of wood. It reminded me of the Hunger Games; everything was spotless, in order and people were dressed in the same exact clothes. We walked in to the women's locker room and once again I found myself contemplating going back to the hostel before experiencing a Japanese Onsen. There were naked Japanese women walking around everywhere so nonchalantly. I all of a sudden became extremely timid about my body, it might have also been the fact that my legs and underarms hadn't seen a razor since I left the states. After undressing and being butt naked, Ely and I made our way to Onsens tightly holding our bath and hand towel. As soon as we stepped into the Onsen area, I felt everyone's eyes on us.

As any true American would do, we broke 3 of the 6 rules posted up on just about every wall. 1. We took our bath towel with us to the area where all of the Onsens were located 2. People with tattoos are not admitted to the Onsens (we covered Ely’s tattoo with Band-Aids) 3. We walked into the locker rooms soaking wet

After the Onsen we headed back to the hostel to return our rented bikes and to mount our backpacks onto our aching backs for the walk to the bus station. This was the end to our enchanting stay in Mount Fuji.

The bus ride to Kyoto was nine hours long; nine hours of me turning from side to side as Ely slept like an angel. The windows of the bus were covered with drapes so I didn't get to enjoy what I'm assuming would have been beautiful scenery. About 60% of the bus was empty yet Ely and I, the American tourist...bigger than anybody else in the bus were forced to sit next to each other.

#mountfuji #onsen #squattywar #hostel #crisscrossapplesauce

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