made a quick colouring of ma girl to celebrate our birthdays ❤️

OKAY YEAH THATS FAIR. YOU CAN CRY JUST HYDRATATE YOURSELF !!!!

yes you get it. you get it you get it OURGH .... i think sebek is someone that cannot be casual.he MUST throw himself into it its thw rules. and oh lord if he didnt throw himself in his crush on riddle.... hes so devotes and in love it makes me sick

also YEAAH the three of them are soooo autistic. i have some other hcs for them too (+the tweels) if you wanna hear :3c but yes everyone knows abt sebs crush the only one that Doesnt is riddle. hes dense as rocks....

jdbwhs riddle would be so surprised and freaked out in the begginig but he gets used to it eventually. he enjoys having those two around and is actually happy to have someone outside of his dorm so present in his life...... hes lke "hmm. these two are neat. :)" <completely oblivious to their crushes (and to his own crush on them)

OMG OMG no commission here tell me what you want to see and i'll cook it up for you. i can make them a playlist, write and/or draw. just say the word bffie 🫡🫡

literally after talking so much about them yesterday I basically have no more brainpower to continue this but I will say that once again you are so incredibly right and correct and I GET YOU (and then continues it)

PLEASE THE TWEELS. I GO INSANE FOR TWEELS (floyd) CONTENT (I'm so normal over them)

I like it when Riddle is just completely oblivious to the most obvious things because even SILVER, The one who's ALWAYS ASLEEP. Knows Sebek has a crush on him....

YES YES AND HE'S LIKE "Oh wow I really enjoy the company of these two they make me laugh and smile more than I have in any of the 17 years I've been alive. They're amazing friends :))"

I mean.. like... if you have time... if you want to.. I'd love to read a fic... like if yueo wouldn't mind... heehee/..

If you're into kenommy, you've probably watched those videos on youtube explaining why Tommy never called Ken back, right?

I mean I did😅 And when I checked out the comms, it was a total bummer!

There are so many people out there truly believing that Tommy just ditched Ken for being a liability. Yeaah, okay, Rosenberg could really fck up Tommy's deals and stuff, given in the end he was high more often than not.

But! What gets me is -

Some people are convinced that Ken has ~always~ been a liability for Tommy! And that got me so worked up I ended up writing this!

(a lot of 'ifs' below)

Alright so, only Tommy and Ken made it out alive at the beginning of Vice City part.

But what if it was just Tommy?

Just think about it! The guy's been away for 15 years. Sonny's his only contact and he's unlikely to stumble on any old ones, if there were any at all, to begin with.

So how's Tommy gonna find the trace of those fckers who stole the money? A rhetrorical question, really. Ken provided invaluable contacts Tommy simply could not do without.

Besides, even if Tommy somehow found a way to a party similar to the one he visited thanks to Rosenberg, he would simply make a fool out of himself! I mean if it wasn't for Rosie, it would have never occurred to him to dress up for a good first impression. The high and mighty would just take him for, well, a yokel and therefore wouldn't take him seriously. Hence, no deals, no contacts.

And last but not least - who did money laundering? Ken!

Ken has been nothing but loyal. If not for him, the legendary Tommy Vercetty wouldn't exist!

For the writer asks... 2, 25, 49, 71

Hello, hello, and welcome! Thanks for playing with me! <3

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

I... don't know. I also don't know how to answer this question without making it just a little bit embarrassing, haha. Oh well, embarrassing it is then.

Overall, I'd say it all boils down to the fact that my mind is a really loud place. My thoughts are nearly always racing. I struggle when dealing with outside noise (literal or visual), because it's even m o r e commotion adding to what is on the inside.

There are just a lot of connections being made at a fast pace? Say, I got anxious about my further education. It zapped straight to general future. I zapped to why am I not writing in the moment. It zapped to social media. Somebody posted a meme. I said something about cable ties. (Haha, trytka elektrytka sounds funny in Polish, note that down -- no, please, don't). Did somebody mention a nail? Jesus! Crucifixion! Replacing nails with cable ties. I instantly picture a Roman general performing a makeshift crucifixion with cable ties. Now make it kinky. Now don't make it kinky. "I never understood why you would care, and I dare say I still do not." I need to focus. I want to crochet. What about studying 2 point perspective? I want to translate that song (I've translated two strophes of that song!). I'm anxious, I'm anxious, I'm anxious. What will I do with my life. How will I mange.

"I never understood why you would care, and I dare say I still do not."

I put down that line. At this point I'm screaming on the inside. So I cling to it.

"My current existence is nothing more than an error in the matrix of this world."

Error how? Error why? Tell me, tell me, because I still don't know what I want to say, but the turmoil on the inside hurts too much.

"How come a person can be alive before a day they were even born?"

Remember that horror story you've tried to listen to? Take that. Take what you want. Bingo, you hit a jackpot, now run. Scream until it quiets down. (It took less than 15 minutes to write it down, counting in three breaks).

// Sometimes it's less chaotic and starts right at the 'write the first sentence and see where it takes you' point, but generally, everything is just a jumbled mess of connections that spark something.

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

I love brainstorming, but I must ration it out carefully. If I reach the conclusion too early, I will lose the drive to write it all out...

So, worldbuilding it is! Because I can brainstorm it ahead of time as much as I want, without it influencing my bursts of motivation in any significantly negative way. Heck, it usually gets me fired up.

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

Probably Codependent, Guilty in Spe // Brother & No Visits Policy for the best picture...

However, if I had to choose just one, at the expense of accuracy, it'd probably be A Hundred Days and Nights.

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Definitely writing.

I haven't been much of a reader for years now, both in regards to fanfiction and original fiction. If you consider just works written in English, it gets even worse. If you exclude the mangas I'm following... Yeaah...

On the plus side, that's probably better for my health? Because once I get invested into a story, I cannot put it down until it's over. Last year I finished a certain series in two days. I spent over 35h on reading then. (I squeezed all my sleep, eating and such into the remaining less-than-13-out-of-48h then... And this is a fairly fortunate outcome, since usually it would be nearly impossible to sleep at all).

FanFiction Writing Asks

KAT!! IM SO HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO SEND YOU AN ASK AGAIN. A friend just told me your asks are available again and i was like hell yeaah. Ilysm! So i was hoping to make a request if you dont mind! Maybe some small oneshots with felix × fem reader and dimi × fem reader please! They take her to study at night at the library but it was so late the reader fell asleep. While sleeping she started talking, saying like "I love you.. never leave me/i'll never leave you" or idk something like that. Thank you!

I am sorry it has been forever and a year but here’s your order of pure fluff you requested!!! The Dimitri one made me kinda emotional ngl lol

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

“If you didn’t spend so much time slacking on your studies, you wouldn’t have to be studying here in the library right now.”

“I wasn’t slacking! I was just preoccupied with other things.”

“Getting distracted easily is not going to help you stay alive when your enemies are surrounding you in the heat of battle.”

“Why do you always have to relate everything to fighting?”

You blew out a hot breath and rubbed your temples, fighting the beginnings of a headache. Your scattered mind and constant daydreaming had led you to somehow completely forget about all the assignments Byleth had assigned the class for that semester. Now your grades were paying the price for it...so was your sanity.

“Look, you didn’t have to come along if you’re so annoyed having to help me, okay?” you said, shooting Felix a barely menacing glare. “I’ve already got enough on my plate. I don’t wanna hear how irresponsible or stupid I am because I already know. I’d rather not be constantly reminded.”

You focused your attention back onto your assignments, too angry and frustrated to notice how quiet Felix had gotten. It had been hours since you’d cooped yourself up in the library, and you were starting to feel the exhaustion hit, both physically and mentally. But you couldn’t afford to rest until you did at least one more assignment. You’d let yourself fall behind, so that meant you had to face the consequences.

“I’m sorry.”

You turned your head to meet Felix’s eyes, the sudden break of silence and the foreign words on his tongue enough to break your attention. 

“I’m not trying to sit here and point out all your flaws. I’m...trying to be helpful, but I don’t have much experience in encouraging people.” Felix held your gaze, letting you know that whatever he was about to say was coming straight from his heart. “You’re one of the most intelligent people in the whole of this monastery. I know many people who wish they had half of your knowledge and intellect. And you’re not irresponsible. I know you like to dream about your future, but if you stay stuck in your dreams, you’ll never be able to work towards them.”

A small smile formed on your lips. “Thank you, Felix,” you answered, voice soft. “That means a lot.”

You didn’t miss how Felix blushed and quickly averted eye-contact. He was so cute sometimes. You were glad you were the one person allowed to see this sight of him. 

Turning back to your work, you flew through the assignments with an increased determination. Just one more to be completed, and you’d be able to rest…

-

Felix had been absorbed in books detailing training techniques when a weight on his shoulder nearly made him jolt up from his chair. Glancing over, he found that you were sound asleep, hair falling in front of your eyes as your chest rose and fell with each slow, steady breath. Heat rushed up into his face, and he was immensely grateful that no one else had decided to come into the library that night.

“Felix…”

He shifted his gaze back to you, unsure if you were still asleep or if you’d woken up. “...Yes?”

No answer. You were just sleep talking.

He’d directed his attention back to his book when your voice broke the silence again. “...you.”

“...What on earth are you mumbling about?”

“I love...you. Please...don’t ever leave...me…”

Felix buried his face into his hands, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that he feared it might tear through his body. He didn’t often say those words to you, believing that it was better to save them for special moments. He didn’t want to say them so often they lost their meaning. You, however, didn’t say them a lot because you were so shy. Every time you attempted to admit your affections or initiate some sort of romantic gesture, you’d stumble through your words and bury yourself in Felix’s coat. Your innocence was so endearing to him, and he always ended up breaking into a smile at your efforts.

But now you were able to say those words without restraint, with full confidence. You were the one being bold, and Felix had become the one too shy to respond.

“What am I going to do with you?” he sighed, a smile growing on his lips. Leaning down, Felix pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and rested his head atop yours. “I love you, too.”

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Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

“[Name], you really ought to not push yourself so hard. I can see that you’re clearly exhausted.”

“I don’t understand this material well enough. I have to get it ingrained into my head.”

“I think that’s going a bit too far…”

“If I can’t comprehend what I’m learning, I’m not going to do well in my other lectures,” you sighed, balling your hand into a fist. “I have to keep at it.”

“Not at the expense of your health.”

Suddenly Dimitri was gathering up your work from your desk, holding it above your head when you tried to grab it. “You’re going to rest.”

“Dimitri, I don’t want to fail my classes—”

“Trust me, you will not fail. You’re one of the smartest students here. If you truly are so worried about it, ask Byleth to tutor you.”

You made a few more futile efforts to snatch your work back, but Dimitri walked to the side and placed your work on a high shelf, knowing you’d have to use the ladder if you felt like retrieving it.

“How dare you use your height against me?” you groaned, letting your head fall into your hands. “You know I’m too tired to get up and get it.”

“Exactly. It is just how I planned.”

You sent your boyfriend a playful glare that made him burst out in laughter. He took the vacant seat next to yours, taking your hand in his. “In all seriousness, please, get some rest. I can tell you’re exhausted.” You let out a soft sigh when Dimitri gently stroked your cheek, and you couldn’t help but lean into his warm touch. “Please, my beloved. There are other ways to resolve this problem.”

“I would rather just get it over with or else all I’m going to do is think about it. I can’t even go to sleep because my performance is always weighing on my mind.”

“But there are people around that would love to help you if you only let them. You cannot do everything by yourself.”

You buried your face in the crook of Dimitri’s neck, clutching at the collar of his shirt. You knew he was right. He’d always been able to read you like the back of his hand. You thought you were capable of doing everything on your own, but that false thinking is what always led to you crashing and burning in class, in battle, even in your personal life. You tried so hard to prove to yourself that you weren’t useless, but your efforts only made you feel worse.

You’d only just noticed the sensation of Dimitri’s hand stroking your hair, his soft, even breaths tickling your skin. “You’re not alone, my beloved. I know how you struggle to love yourself. Believe me, I understand the feeling. But as long as I have your love, I feel that I am a man that has a second chance at life, that I am still worth redeeming all because the goddess has blessed me with a beautiful soul like you.” He placed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, smiling as he did. “If your love makes me feel this way, I hope that my love touches your heart as well. If you cannot see the good in you, allow me to tell you what I see, and let me cherish you. One day, I want you to love yourself as much as I love you, beloved. That is my greatest wish.”

You snuggled further into Dimitri’s neck, struggling to hide your tears. Dimitri always knew how to heal your wounds, how to calm your anxious heart. He freely gives you all the love he has in his mortal body. Everything is for you. Always. He never lets you doubt how important you are and that you mean everything to him.

A peaceful silence filled the room as he held you, making all those worries in your head slip away with soft touches and calming hums from his lips. His fingers threading through your hair and the sound of his heartbeat in your ears, your eyelids drooped closed and you let the hectic world slip away. 

“I love you…” you mumbled, Dimitri softly chuckling when he noticed you were half-asleep. “Please...never leave me.”

“I love you, too, my beloved,” he answered, wrapping you tighter in his embrace. “And the goddess knows I will never leave your side so long as I live.”

I Wish (Prinxiety)

This goes out to everyone craving some Prinxiety like I am.

TW: mild panic, spoilers for the latest Asides, mention of a bad breakup

Part 2 here!

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“One more chance at happiness..... squandered.” Roman sighed, his expression going dark. “It’s probably for the best.” Virgil looked at Thomas, who was watching the cute guy walk away, then at Roman. He knew he needed to do something. Things hadn’t been great since the last episode, and this was the first time he had seen Roman truly excited about something in months. Virgil felt his breath quicken and his mind race, but he pushed his body toward Thomas and shoved him right towards the cutie.

And they began to talk. Virgil began to take deep breaths, zoning out a bit. Then he heard the cute guy speak.

“...My. Gosh. You should have just said hi!” Virgil and Roman froze.

“O-oh, yeah?” Thomas stuttered.

“Yeaah... I had writers block anyway.” Virgil smiled to himself as Thomas and the cutie, who’s name was apparently Nico Florres, continued their conversation. Now he could focus on his breathing. There was a lot of nervous laughter. Then, Nico smiled, picked up the Karrot King bag, and said, “Well, let’s not waste this one.” Roman’s eyes lit up and a wide, excited grin spread across his blushing face.

“Shut up.”

“Shut up!” Virgil turned to watch the scene before him. “Thank you.” Virgil turned to Roman, startled by his words. 

“Uh, you’re welcome, I guess? In all honesty, I really don’t know what that was.” Roman stared at him, huffed a bit, and placed his hand on Virgil’s shoulder. Then he smiled softly, eyes shining, like he always did when they were dating. And, just like those old times, before Roman even knew Virgil’s name, Virgil’s stomach erupted with butterflies.

“Bravery.” Virgil’s face flushed, and he huffed a bit, flustered.

“What? No. I--I--”

“Shut up, emo,” Roman said affectionately. They turned to watch Thomas and Nico again, Roman’s hand still on Virgil’s shoulder.

***

Virgil smiled at Roman and Thomas. “I’m gonna head up to my room. I’ll see you guys later.” Thomas and Roman smiled and waved.

“Bye, Virgil!”

“See you soon, Gerard Gay!” Virgil chuckled and sunk out. He did love that particular nickname. He sighed as he flopped onto his bed, smiling at the ceiling. He then sat up and slid off the bed, then lifted the mattress. He pulled a small photo album off the slats and sat on the floor with it, flipping through the photos. He smiled at all the images of him and Roman together, holding hands, sharing gentle cheek kisses, and doing various romantic things in the Imagination. In all of them, he was wearing his old hoodie, and in a few of them, his eyeshadow was very sparkly purple. He’d almost forgotten it could do that.

He missed Roman. Their breakup had been pretty bad, and then they hadn’t really interacted for years before Virgil’s first appearance in Sanders’ Sides, though it still hurt every time he’d heard Roman mutter, “Ugh, this guy,” or, “I don’t like him,” under his breath. But things had gotten.... better. And today was proof of that. “I wish.....” Virgil whispered under his breath. What did he wish for? Roman back? Did he?

He could think of a million reasons why that couldn’t happen. Things were actually okay between them, and Virgil didn’t want to screw it up, he didn’t know if Roman and Janus were still a thing, he didn’t know if Roman missed him, too, and what’s to say that if he did, and they got back together, things wouldn’t end exactly the way they did before, and push Roman away from him forever, etc., etc.

“I wish....” What did he wish for?

***

Roman sighed, resting his head on his desk. He smiled as he thought about that afternoon at the mall. And Nico! Nico, Nico, Nico! He could see bright things in Thomas’s future. Romantic things. Roses. Kisses in the rain. Dinner in France. He glanced at the picture frame in front of him. It was laying upside down on its flat side. He turned it over and sat up. He studied the photo of him and Janus kissing under the door to his bedroom in the rain that night they went on a walk in the Imagination and Roman thought it would be romantic for them to be drenched. He removed that photo to reveal one of him and Virgil. Virgil was in his old hoodie, sleeping on Roman’s shoulder after a long day of getting Thomas through high school. He smiled. Those days had been the best. Virgil’s eyeshadow was often a brilliant, glittery purple like it was today. Roman had missed seeing it. He missed Virgil. “I wish,” Roman sang softly. What did he wish for? Virgil to come back? To try and fix all the mistakes they’d made when they were together?

He could think of a million reasons why that couldn’t happen. The one at the very front of his mind was that he and Janus hadn’t technically broken up yet. Even if they hadn’t spoken in five months. But the thing with that was, Janus called every night still. At first, he’d left long, teary voicemails apologizing endlessly and begging Roman to call back. He’d also texted Roman constantly, looking for some sort of reassurance that Roman was safe and taking care of himself. Roman had thought about texting him back and saying that he couldn’t talk to Janus right now, but that would mean he had to talk to him, and he couldn’t do that. Eventually, the texting stopped, and the voicemails turned into two sentence summaries of what had happened that day and a request that Roman call him back.

And, like clockwork, Roman’s phone rang, and, like he expected, it was Janus. He stared at it a moment, then sighed and picked it up.

“Hey,” he said.

“Roman, thank God you’re alive! But what the hell? Why didn’t you answer my calls? Or my texts? Couldn’t you have let me know you were at least safe, even if you weren’t really okay?”

“I didn’t think you cared that much,” Roman spat, anger rising in him. Mostly towards Janus, but also at himself, because even after five months, he wasn’t ready for this, and he knew that, but he had answered anyway. He sighed. “Look, Janus, I’m sorry, but I’m going to go now. I shouldn’t have taken your call.”

“Wait. Please.” Roman sighed, but stayed on the line. “I’m really, really sorry about what I said five months ago. I know how much you hate being compared to Remus, and I had no excuse to lash out the way I did, especially with the way things had been going.”

“I know,” Roman said. “But it doesn’t change anything.”

“I know.” Janus’s voice broke, and Roman felt tears welling up in his eyes. Wasn’t it enough that he cried himself to sleep every night? “What are we going to do now?” Roman hesitated.

“I--” He tried to hold back the tears, but they fell anyway. “I’m sorry, I--”

“Shh, don’t apologise. It’s okay. Call me when you’re ready, okay?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be. Bye, Janus.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“.... Yeah. I think so.”

“O-okay. I’ll see you around.” Roman hung up. He covered his face and sobbed. “I wish.” What did he wish for?

Across the hallway, Virgil and Roman both sat in their rooms, the emotions weighing them down indescribable. “I wish,” they both said at the same time, unbeknownst to them.

“I wish Virgil/Roman and I hadn’t broken up.”

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@kawaiikat54

so because of all the music talk today I thought i'll finally share my Matthew playlist, ft. a selection of some particularly fitting lyrics etc. - inspired by @itsjusta-j-really's format I'm just putting them under the cut (also because there's A Lot)

warning: many songs on this playlist deal with heavy topics, such as addiction, suicidal thoughts etc., so please keep that in mind

also, you might cry, I'm not sorry

gonna tag @thepictureofsdr @underestimatedgenius too because you like Matthew so maybe you'd be interested

false confidence - Look at you all dressed up for someone you never see// You're here for a reason but you don't know why (...) Don't let those demons in again// I fill the void up with polished doubt, fake sentiment// Surrender yourself

redemption - Father, help me, do you understand?// All my life, I've been a wicked man// Show me mercy and comfort me// I need to find redemption (...) I've never been this far from peace// I'm disappearing out of reach again

achilles come down - I'll just say read this post

spirits - I got guns in my head and they won't go// spirits in my head and they won't go (...) I'll be a dreamer 'til the day I die// and they say, oh, how the good die young?

I'll be good - I thought I saw the devil, this morning// Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue (...) My past has tasted bitter for years now (...) I've been cold, I've been merciless// But the blood on my hands scares me to death// Maybe I'm waking up today

comfort crowd - This hurt that I'm holding's getting heavy// but I'ma keep a smile on my shoulders 'til I'm sweaty (...) Telling you, "I'm fine I don't really need nobody"// but you say through a sigh// that I said that lie already

broken - If you see the boy I used to be// could you tell him that I'd like to find him// and if you see the shell that's left of me// could you spare him a little kindness *sobs*

dancing with the devil - It's just a little red wine, I'll be fine (...) // twisted reality, hopeless insanity// I told you I was okay, but I was lying

when you wash your hair - You did some things that you forgot// drinking wine and smoking pot// you tried to be someone you are not

the fire - 'Cause I've been a devil, I've been a saint// somebody help me, I can't change (...) Ashes in the cold, now I'm running toward the fire// (Runnin' toward, runnin' toward the fire)

mad world - all around me are familiar faces// worn out places, worn out faces (...) And I find it kind of funny// I find it kind of sad// the dreams in which I'm dying// are the best I've ever had

four - *inhales**cries* In this game of hide and seek// I can't help but think that ordinary has swallowed the key// bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust// for a moment we get to be glorious (...) Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure (...) I lost my balance when I needed it most (...) I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here// it's been forever since I came up for air

unsteady - Mama, come here// approach, appear// daddy, I'm alone// 'cause this house don't feel like home (...) whoa, if you love me, don't let go// Hold, hold on, hold onto me// 'cause I'm a little unsteady

ready to go - Jackie's just 17, and hard to please (...) You don't know what she's seen, or where she's been// The devil's dancing toe to toe// when the reaper comes, I'll be ready to go

the show must go on - The show must go on, yeah// inside my heart is breaking// my makeup may be flaking// but my smile, still, stays on (...) another heartache, another failed romance, on and on// does anybody know what we are living for?

tortured soul - Whiskey taste is on my breath// part of me is scared to death// what if I told you the truth? One more sip for a tortured soul// your diggin' my heart in deeper hole// and a thousand thoughts going through my mind

icarus - look who's digging their own grave// That is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death (...) Icarus is flying too close to the sun// and Icarus' life, it has only just begun (...) Standing on the cliff face, highest fall you'll ever grace// it scares me half to death// look out to the future, but it tells you nothing

perfect places - every night, I live and die// feel the party to my bones (...) meet somebody, take 'em home// let's kiss and then take off our clothes (...) meet somebody, take 'em home// let's kiss and then take off our clothes

sinners - I'll be drinking late with you// until the morning comes around (...) Yeaaah, I must be good for something// yeaaah, yeaah, yeah// oh sinners come down, come gather 'round (...) Drinking gin and dropping lines// wasting beats in this heart of mine// until the morning comes around

monster - If you knew the truth, you'd probably hate me// (...) I need a fight// I've got you, in my sights// only one of us will make it out alive// I'm turning into a monster // My tongue is a weapon and I'm locked and loaded (...) Delirium takes over me// you're just another casualty

play with fire - Insane, inside the danger gets me high// Can't help myself got secrets I can't tell (...) Fire, fire // I've always liked to play with fire// oh, watching as the flames get higher

monster - Ever since I could remember, Everything inside of me, Just wanted to fit in (oh, oh, oh) I was never one for pretenders (...) Everything I touch isn't dark enough// If the problem lies in me

Do you have a favorite song for each member? Like a song where that specific member just especially shines ( no pun intended lol ) to you? I hope my question makes sense!

Okay seriously, I spent too much time on this. I listened to like a LOT of songs to confirm my first answers and make sure I didn’t forget essentials. I singled out one, but as you can see just choosing one was impossible. And there were more I could’ve put there, really. Like they’re that EXCELLENT. 

JONGHYUN : RING DING DONG (my first introduction to SHINee and that BAABEEEEEEHHH and his lasagna hair was all it took for me to say I'M IN) Special mentions : In My Room/Best Place/Love Like Oxygen/Excuse Me Miss/Lock You Down/Married to The Music/Symptoms/Sherlock/Hitchhiking/Obsession MINHO : DON’T STOP (he should whisper rap only) Special mentions : The SHINee World Doo-Bop (almost put it first no lie)/Get Down/Jojo/Why So Serious/Dream Girl/Obsession KEY : DON’T CALL ME (rap and vocals chef's kiss) Special mentions : Sherlock (he made this song extra perfect with his yelled Yeaah Yeaah)/Get Down/Jump/View/Lock You Down TAEMIN : WHY SO SERIOUS (he really showed on that track that he was in the big league vocally) Special mentions : Beautiful/Don't Call Me/Evil/Picasso/Girls Girls Girls/DxDxD/Your Number JINKI : IN MY ROOM (melting butter on a toast) Special Mentions : Odd Eye/Alive/Good Evening/Replay/Best Place/Symptoms/To Your Heart/1000 years by your side/Hello/Black Hole/Shout Out

I’m re-watching supernatural and oh BOY IS IT FUCKING LONG AS HELL.

Here’s season one with most of the important story stuff if yer too lazy to re watch season 1 or just don’t have the time.

notes~ Sam and dean are bro’s they mom died and their dad is like ehh let’s kill monsters until we kill whatever killed Sara or what’s her name. Sam had friends and a gf but dean dropped by with the news of dad being missing when on a hunt, Sam left the hunting life but goes bc it’d be a dick move to not, bla bla they find dad’s journal idk it probably says something bla bla bla sams gf died the same way mama died and Sam ditches his life to hunt with dean. That’s the end of episode one :)

So bla bla they still can’t find dad but uh apparently dad left a note in his journal about some number stuff, uuuhhhh a few episodes later Sam gets over his daddy issues and oh uh he also dreams of the future like in the Bloody Mary ep it’s revealed he dreamt of his gf’s death DAYS before it ever happened and like he still gets dreams of the future or something. Some poltergeist is copycating the mama killer with another family living in the old Winchester home and like Sam is freaking out about “it’s there bro we need to do some monster fighting ggihfwd-“ deans a bit traumatized about his childhood home cuz uuhhh mommy dearest death, he goes anyway. They meet a psychic their dad meat after a few days ater the fire n’ uh she’s real cool. (ALSO THE BOI MEET MOMMY BC THE POLTERGEIST WAS HURTING SAM, SHE SACRIFICED HER SPIRIT FOR HER CHILDREN, oh uh also dad was at the cool ladies home but Sammy didn’t sense him)

(Also somewhere between here a changing or whatever the fuck stole deans identity n’ caused a lot of crimes, like murder n’ torture. Maybe Sam too? As an accomplice for helping the REAL dean)

Huh huh Sam’s daddy issues returned when dad called to tell them to stop looking for him and uh the mommy killer is a demon >:D bla bla sam n’ dean have a brothers Quarrel cuz dean wants to be a good son bla ba Sam runs away only to find this hitchhiker chick n’ she’s edgy in oh woe is me my family is terrible bla bla dean calls to apologize and say goodbye but like later on Sam tries to call dean back but uuuhh he’s too busy getting sacrificed to some scarecrow god. Sams like “oh no my brother NEVER turns off his phone :’(“ and girly is like u wot u crawling back to yer family???? Come with me,,, bla bla sam saves dean and some other girl and BAM! Hitchhiker girl is eevviiillllll making blood bowl calls to her big boss/dad complaining about not being allowed to kill the Winchester bro’s and uuhhh idk.

So Sammy boi gets visions of the not so distant *FUTURE* about some guy getting murdered in way that looks like a suicide dadadq the bro’s think DEMON SPIRIT CURSE! BUT WHOOPTIE DOO IT WAS THE ABUSED SON WHOyKILLED THE FUCK-TERDS and now its time for step mommy to DIE. Turns out lil mommy killer killed this guys mom too and in the exact same way as dean and sams mom, Sam tries to talk it out but he gets closeted and telekinesis his way out when he visions deans death bla bla the other dude kills himself. Apparently hitch bicker girl is named Meg (god I really have to remember come name.) oh murder muerder trap set up for the boyos set up by Meg and her boss/dad to get to Sam and deans daddy also Meg is a fucking nasty thot. Sammy breaks free and set those shadow puppies free to make Meg swan dive n’ DADDIES HOME! Family reunion or something BUUUTTT Meg is still thoting around She pretended to be dead to give everyone a false sense of security. Ba ba ba shadow boom boom light stick aaannnd dad has to leave cuz he’s vulnerable near his bois (he fights reckless, do or die type of deal and he can’t do that when he’s near his sons cuz he’s worried about them).

More episodes later daddy dearest sends the boys to some place with very sick kiddos, like hospital sick. Turns out dad was trying to hunt this with thing but it escaped n’ now our Winchester gang is here to finish the job! Bla bla flashbacks on how dean had to sacrifice everything to make Sammy happy (the lucky charms) dean had to grow up quick for Sam to be a somewhat normal kid.

HHUUUGGHHHHH- AN OLD HUNTING PAL OF DAD’S DIED FROM MONSTERS AND THOSE COWBOYS FUCKS STOLE THIS SUPER RAD OP GUN CALLED THE COLT! Dad wants this gun cuz it’s apart of his big plan to kill the demon, bla bla dad learns to trust his boys and he finally lets them come along on the revenge train >:D they got the super op gun n’ it rocks.

Paster Jim is dead cuz Meg slit his throat, bla bla she wants the colt n’ starts threatening the lives of everyone that EVER helped em uuhhhh the gang buys a old gun n’ dad gonna pretend it’s the colt dad goes away again to trick the demons that HE has the gun something something they find out idk I forgot the rest.

( He’s kidnapped)

OH OH THEY MEET UH JIMMY? THE OLD UNCKE GUY WHO LIVES IN A GARBAGE PLACE? IDK WHAT ITS CALLED- no wait his name is Bobby, I can’t believe I forgot Bobby’s name oh and uncle bob teaches the boys the demon trap thingy and how more demons are walking among humans like something big bad is happening. Meg visits bla bla she’s stuck in the demon trap, intaragation time about dad and they threaten exorcism bla bla meg reveals what she knows. Ba ba ba dean wants to continue with the exorcism but Sam is like we promised n’ Bobby’s says that the possessed girl would DIE cuz Meg broke the body bla bla the body would fall apart without Meg but like? The girls still in there and I think she needs to be put out of her misery cuz wtf???? That’s not fun but Bobby’s like nooo she’d die but Sam listens to reason and continues the exorcism.girl is super dying. Do de de girl was possessed for a whole year la la la girl tells the stuff Meg left out bo bo ba girl dies.

EEHh still episode twenty something, they go to a river near a place called sunset something, Sam and dean have a fight over something dean’s like “we can kill these fuckers Sam” but sam’s like “dad wouldn’t want us to waste the bullets cuz like ravenge, we got a job to do.” Dean argues “but this is dad! You all are self sacrificing or something”. bla bla separate the humans from the demons by pulling he fire alarm! They steal some fire fighter swag to sneak into the building, they trap those demon fucks in a closet w/ salt and they get dad but the demons come.

Dean uses a colt bullet to save Sam from getting beaten to death by demon w/ making swoosh throwing powers now their back at Bobby’s and SALT THE SHIT out of the house. Dad praises dean for using a bullet to save Sammy, the demons come n’ Sam goes to check the salt: dad asks for the gun but dean goes “your not my dad, he would never praise me for using a bullet” Sam comes back bla bla bla DAD REALLY WAS POSSESSED! A DEMON WHOSE IMMUNE TO HOLY WATER (they checked him before when they saved him) IT’S THE DEMON WHO KILLED MOM, the mom killer reveals says that this is justified cuz they exorcist Meg (his daughter) and the guy dean shot was his son but like bitch get off your high horse all you & yer kids have been doing was trying to kill or fuck things up for the Winchesters. Uwawa mommy killer monologues about killing mom and sam’s gf cuz they got in the way for his plans for Sammy and AALLL THE SPECIAL PHYCIC KIDS LIKE SAMMY! yellow eyed bastard goes off on dean for interrupting him by saying “eehh waahh you give EVERYTHING to this family but they don’t need you not like you need them, Sammy is the favourite kid.” So deans like ooh getting too personal huh? I’m gonna mention your super dead or in hell kids BITCH! so yellow guy just straight up tries to kill dean with magic demon mind powers, deans calls out for dad to not let the mom killer kill him AANNND IT WORKKSSS for a bit: sam’s free to shoot the yellow guy but he’s like “you kill me, you kill dad” but Sam doesn’t give a FUCK and just shoots him.

Sam aimed in a non vital place but that didn’t work, THE FUCK IS STILL ALIVE IN DAD! Luckily san couldn’t pull the trigger to put pops down n’ the demon goes back into the ground after getting shot by ☆SUPER EPIC COLT GUN☆.

Wait where the fuck was Bobby??? Oh wait maybe they weren’t at Bobby’s....

They go on the road to take dad to the hospital, they chat about “why didn’t you kill the demon, I thought we saw eye to eye” but like Sam loves you too much John, he doesn’t need the trauma of killing you- THE BOYS GET IN A CAR CRASH, THAT DEMON ISN’T FUCKING AROUND and then the episode 22 ends.

ALRIGHT THATS THE END OF SEASON ONEE, I wish I write down more about the episodic ones, I liked those ....like the lake one! Dean would’ve made a great father to that kid.

Tldr thing??? So Sammy n’ dean’s mom gets murdered by a super demon when they were kids,dad goes on a rampage against all monsters and the boys get sucked into that lifestyle too forever, Sammy is a phycic special boy and there’s other special kids the demon made. They get special gun to kill the demon but it didn’t work so now they got in a car crash the end. Also demons among humans haha yeaah forget that

[Translation] Tsukipro Info Special Edition SS - Halloween Preparations Underway! ★ ~SolidS~

Happy Halloween, everyone!

I was planning to post this for Halloween, but I’m one day late (I must learn to take the documents with me if I want to translate at the dorm. Blurry photo = incomprehensible)

Beside this one short story there’s also an ALIVE story on the back of this flyer which I hope to translate soon. Until then, enjoy this~

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Halloween Preparations Underway! ★ ~SolidS~

Tsubasa: Dai-chan, behold! I found a local for a Halloween party! Look at the interior, look! Isn’t it nice?

Dai: …...Huh? Halloween party? Since when do you want to host somethin’ like that…...?

Tsubasa: Since now! I just made my mind up to do it! (E-hem)

Dai: Look……. If you’re so keen on it, go ahead, but don’t drag me into this. Find another guy to help you.

Tsubasa: Eh, Dai-chan’s already one of the organizers, though? The local was also booked under Dai-chan’s name.

Dai: Hah!? Since when did something like that…… Wait, nevermind. You don’t have to say it. Once again, you just made up your mind to do it.

Tsubasa: Yeaah, exactly! Now that this part is clear, Dai-chan gets…...this! The dog ears you were given back during the photoshoot~♪ This is what you wore that very day, right? This Halloween costume!

Dai: Not in a thousand years! Do you think I’ll just list-- No, even as the organizer for this party, I won’t do that. I’d rather do the business side of the work behind-the-scenes.

Tsubasa: So business-like…...I can’t believe these words are coming from the youngest member of our unit. Jeez, can’t be helped. Then I’ll also wear something! These cat ears ♪

Dai: So what about it?

Tsubasa: I’m doing it cause Dai-chan must wear the ears too!

Dai: Are you an idiot? Why do I have to do something like that? Wear the ears if you want to wear them. I’m neither interested nor forced to do it. As long as this is outside work, I won’t wear those ears.

Tsubasa: I’m really conflicted whether to admire your sense of professionalism about the ears or to be depressed because you’re not playing along. 

Dai: Look at it this way: when someone tells you out of the blue that “You’re an organizer!”, the fact that I accept it is, to begin with, already a sign that I’m playing along, right?

Tsubasa: Uwah, a serious response from such a stoic face! …...Tsk, Dai-chan’s dog ears are restricted to work, huh.

Dai: Obviously. …...Which reminds me, what happened with those photos taken when I wore the ears?

Tsubasa: After an eternity, I finally get to hear this question (laugh). They explained it to us, don’t you remember? They were kept for the fan corner exhibition held during the Halloween period. The shop selling the goods where that pic was used is still being visited by girls in costume a lot…!

Dai: That shop prohibits cosplaying.

Tsubasa: Let me dream at least!

T/N: I was trying to figure out where Tsubasa wants to hold the party. Is it a shop? A store? A restaurant? A pub? A local? A cafe? It can be anything you want honestly? I don't have any idea where people usually hold these.

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Chapter I

Ever since the humans has set a huge fire to the forest, it was marked as one of the biggest tragedy in history.

It has made a few animals go extinct and a few to become endagered.

When all hope was lost, a huge tree grew, and was given the role to protect all animals. The tree provided us with food and protection from the fire -- we called it the Tree of Life. Everyone worked in harmony and no one dared to strike on eachother. And even if they did, they'd get taken away from the Tree of Life.

But then the humans has striked and chopped the tree down after finding out that it was made out of "rare material"

The tree of life was gone.

I was quickly taken away from the area, abandoning my kind. We were the only ones left.

- - - - -

(1ST P.O.V)

I was currently still walking aimlessly in the ruined forests, the scent of ashes and dust was everywhere. It was a horrid smell.

What happened again?.. oh.. right.

I'm lost. I can't remember how many days, weeks, months or years has passed me ever since the Tree was chopped down. I was doing my hardest to survive since I was the only one left in my kind. What were we? I can't remember.

I scanned my areas, all I saw was rubbles, trash, and fallen leaves. Trees being one of them too, It was getting tiring to walk around, so I decided to rest for the night. There was a nearby cave made out of the rubbles and trees, so I rushed over. I was already feeling the adrenaline. It scared me, obviously.

When I rushed over to the cave entrance, I instinctivly placed my hand on the cold surface, just to catch my breath. The texture was somewhat in the middle of rough and smooth. Maybe its because it rained...? Or it was getting mossier, I dont know.

So I crawled under the cave, in hopes I'll live another day to find somewhere to stay.

(Back to 3RD P.O.V)

The fox finally fell asleep under the cool cave, the sounds of crickets chirping and the wind blowing filled the atmosphere. It was peaceful, yet left chills down your spine from the feeling that -- something will pounce and bite.

He was obviously tired and didn't really care much from the noises the bugs emitted, and was in a deep slumber, soon enough, the sound of crunching was heard.

"Hey.. is that a survivor?.."

"Lead the way."

The sounds got louder, and soon enough a sound of something brushing against the cave walls resonated in his ears making him flutter his eyes slowly.

And there he was faced to face with a wolf and swan.

The fox widened his eyes and quickly backed up "S-STAY AWAY!--" The swan gripped on his wrists softly, yet firmly "Sir, please, we won't do such thing. We have come to rescue you." She spoke out in a sweet tone to calm the frightened fox, the wolf simply glanced "Come, we should go back, we're done with our shift for today." The fox struggled out of her grip, but the swan simply gave a soft gaze, as if to say -- It will all be okay.

He stared back and saw genuine concern from the woman, he finally saw the truth and bit his bottom lip, anxiously "I... Im sorry for my behaviour." The wolf didnt reply and simply leaned against the cave, staring. The swan gave a soft smile "its quite alright. I apologize if we did look suspicious. We'll take you somewhere safer, come with us."

[ and so, the fox went along with the two, they walked over the hill, the swan was infront while the wolf was behind. The fox didn't know where he was going but then saw something soar from above.. an owl..? ]

"Cho! Imako!" The swan looked behind her, before glancing up the skies. She spotted the owl boy who was flapping his wings and gave a tired look, his voice was average to a person speaking infront of you, is that supposedly his yell? "Ah, Rowlet! Hows the situation back in Haseika Village?" The fox looked up as well, the owl, presumambly, Rowlet looked rather nerdy, yet at the same time, VERY sleep deprived, he wore a simple beige coat that has some sort of symbols and round glasses.

"Mr. Hagetaka is looking for you and the others. He requests you to come back. The village is currently alright." His voice was.. soft, making the two tilt their head, the wolf behind them walked forward, his ears twitching a bit "Mr. Hagetaka is looking for us. And the village is alright, we should go." The swan nodded before waving goodbye to the owl who then flew off.

Now the fox had questions, he didn't know there was a village. Who was Cho? Imako? Rowlet? Hagetaka?.. the swan seemed to have notice his mood by the way his tail was moving slightly along with his furrowed expression, she simply placed a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump, ever so slightly.

"We'll talk about the situation later, for now. Lets move on forth."

And so they did. The only sound heard was the sound of the leaves crunching each time they took a step, not to mention the harmonious bug's chatters.

It went up for a few more minutes when they finally saw 2 swans and a wolf. The swans was a male and a female, both looking quite the same, only difference being the hair length, while the wolf was still a male, but looked more.. nicer and welcoming. And next to them was a Koala clinging onto the wolf and a fidgety looking otter

"Ahh, Cho!" The male wolf waved at the female, so it looks like he can assume that the wolf was Imako and the swan was Cho. The male wolf surprisingly didn't drop the koala clinging unto him or well. The koala letting go. The two swans simply stared, not really saying much which honestly made the Fox a bit more anxious about them. Imako cleared his throat "Mr. Hagetaka is currently looking for us. We should report back to him."

The wolf gave thumbs up while the two swans simply nodded before holding the otter'a hands, to which he replied by awkwardly being dragged away by them. Cho walked forward and gestured the fox to follow, while of course, Imako stayed at the back.

"Whats the name of the village?" The fox spoke out, voice somewhat parched from lack of water, Cho hummed "Haseika. Its where the new Tree of Life is located." The fox widened his eyes

Tree of Life? "a new one?" Imako grumbled "Leave the questions for later. I'm pretty sure Kireika would happily answer them..." Cho looked over her shoulder, doing a little 'ehem'

He rolled his eyes "Mistress Kireika." The fox still stared, he was intimidated but there is so much going on.

[ it was another long walk, but sooner or later they walked through a tree bridge and through the tree leaves that were still... oddly alive and was finally greeted with the sight of Haseika Village from above. They were on a hill and there in the middle was... ]

"Is that the tree?" The fox pointed at the little bonsai in the middle, Cho giggled along with the cheery wolf "No silly, thats not it."

The two swans pointed at a hill with small opening that was decorated with flowers and had a vine like curtain. The fox just stared before realizing "Ah, so.. through that opening?" The two swans nodded, before going down the small log stairs (still dragging the poor otter) the cheery wolf simply followed, not having a problem about the Koala girl while the 3 went on ahead to follow them.

The fox's eyes glowed in amazement after seeing the beauty of the village. Everyone was seen working in harmony, children were happily chasing eachother, and the scent of simple pastries were from the distance. Who knew that they'd still get lively in the night.

Speaking of pastry, That made the fox's stomach grumble. He hasnt ate much... which is why he can barely remember things. Cho giggled "You're hungry, aren't you?" The fox simple laughed awkwardly "y-yeaah..." Imako stared blankly "Don't worry. Im sure Namake would happily treat your wounds, illnesses, etc etc." Cho nodded at his remark "yeah! Doctor Namake is the best!"

Before they made a turn, a loud booming voice was heard "OI, STOP RIGHT THERE!" the swans and wolves froze and turned around. Along with the survivors. They saw a tall vulture who wore all black and had a far different uniform than the swans and wolves, they all turned to his direction.

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU ALL WENT?" The cheery wolf gulped while the two swans winced at his voice, Cho cleared her throat "U-Uh.. well Mr. Arukami sent us t--"

"DID HE NOT MENTION ABOUT OUR MEETING?!" the 2 survivors stood there in shock while the Koala woke up rubbing her eyes before sleeping on the ground instead. The vulture grumbled "Agh.. that forgetful little shit. Come. They'll just find their way to the Tree." Cho stuttered a bit, being caught in her sentence while the cheery wolf avoided eye contact, which ticked the Vulture off even more.

"AS FOR YOU, YOKIKA, DONT YOU DARE THINK THAT I DID NOT SUSPECT YOU FOR WRAPPING MY FUCKING STAPLER IN VINES." the now named, Yokika puffed his cheeks out "You'll be doing 300 push ups after the meeting is done. You 5, follow me." The vulture then glanced at the 3 survivors "You 3. You know where the Tree of Life is?" The otter choked on his saliva, while the Koala was still asleep on the ground, the Fox nodded "Y-Yes sir."

The vulture squinted his eyes "You're aware and respectful. I like that. We shall be taking our leave, please respect the Tree." The vulture then left, the way he spoke as if he glossed over his previous behaviour surprises the fox. But now his concern is the tree and the survivors..

"Ah.. well, hey uhm.. what are your names?" The fox glanced over to the two, of course the Koala didnt answer while Otter gasped "Y-you're talking to me..?" The Koala fluttered her eyes open rubbing her eyes "Tsubuya." The otter squeaked "Y-YOU'RE STILL ALIVE?!" Tsubuya stood up lazily and clung onto the fox "Sleepy." The Fox awkwardly carried her, she looked around 9 or 10 The otter looked sround 15 or 17, he was 19.

"A-AH UH.. M-MY NAME IS KAWAUSO- J-JUST CALL ME KAWA- OR UH- WAU-- WELL, UH, ANHTHING I GUESS!" He seemed to be a very.. socially awkward person. The fox nodded "I see uh.. my name is Kit." Kit then looked around "We should probably head for the tree of life." Tsubuya mumbled a quiet -- "Tsutsu" while Kawa nodded rather... aggresively

The path to the tree of life was a bit near, they just had to take a straight walk to the distant viney curtains. The village was still lively and cheerful, the village itself was circled by the mountain walls. But it wasn't that high. Finally, they were greeted by the vine like curtains. The 3 stayed quiet and took a deep breath.

Soon enough they went through the vines, and the sight amazed him, making his heart leap from excitement. The feeling of emotions rushed in once he saw the beauty.

A single island in the middle while the lake around it had flower petals resting on them while a few children slept. And there the tree.. was instead a deer sitting down peacefully with her antlers spread all over the place.

She was the tree. The tree of life.

The fox widened his eyes. While the deer fluttered her eyes open.

"Welcome."

Beca the Babysitter, a drabble

“But I don’t know what to do with a child!” Beca complains, more dramatically than she needs to. “Like what does it even eat?” “Food.” Chloe rolls her eyes at her roommate, shoving the rest of what she needs for the day into her backpack. “Look, it's really not that hard Bec. Just play with her and make sure she doesn’t accidentally kill herself while I’m gone.” “Chlo-ee...I can barely keep the adults in our house alive.” “You’ll be fine . Just put on Netflix, take out the Barbies or something, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“Beca, this is Everly,” Chloe introduces her, smiling at the two year old perched on her hip. “Evy, this is Beca,” she softly tells the toddler.

The brunette smiles at the little girl, who blinks at her for a moment before she buries her face into Chloe’s neck.

“She’s always a little shy at first, but she warms up really quickly.” She promises. “Evy-Girl, Beca is going to watch you while I’m at school, okay?”

The girl says nothing, just looks at Beca shyly.

“Do you wanna watch Super Monsters?!" Chloe suggests with enthusiasm... and Evy takes the bait. The toddler’s head perks up at the mention of her favorite TV show (of the moment).

Chloe puts her down, leading her by the hand into the living room, while Beca follows behind.

“She’s obsessed with this show currently,” she laughs to Beca, shaking her head slightly. “It is literally all she wants to watch when I babysit.”

Everly happily goes and sits down in front of the TV while Chloe says goodbye to Beca.

“If you need anything, text me.”

“Alright...hopefully I won’t screw this kid up too much.”

“You’ll. Be. Fine.” The redhead assures her, rolling her eyes. “I know you can handle it.”

Beca shoots her an awkward half-smile in return. “Whatever you say, Chlo. See you this afternoon.”

Chloe gives her a hug before walking out the door, effectively leaving Beca and the child alone.

“ So, um,... do you drink coffee? Wait of course not, you’re two.” she laughs awkwardly to herself. Everly just blinks at her before turning back around to the TV.

Oh boy.

Well, that Netflix show worked for about 10 minutes.

Raincloud 🌧: [10:06 AM] “She just wants to do a different thing every 5 minutes. She's like a tiny Emily Junk.”

She texts Chloe. “I anna play Wobbies!” Everly informs her out of nowhere.

It takes Beca a minute to even register that whatever the toddler said was an actual request. “I’m sorry, you want to play what? Robby...? ”

Evy looks at her like she’s an idiot. “Wobbbbbies.” she says slower.

Nope. Still no clue what she’s trying to ask for. Her brows knit together in confusion as she guesses again. “... wobbies ...?”

“Ya.” The girl nods her head. “Um... o-kay. Wait,” Beca grabs her phone and opens up the video camera. “What did you want to play?” “I wanna play wobbies!” Evy says excitedly into the camera.

“Okay give me one minute, hun.” She sends the video to Chloe, hoping to God she knows what the hell this child is talking about.

Raincloud 🌧: [10:10 AM] “What is ‘wobbies’?”

She types, sending it along with the video clip. A few minutes later her phone buzzes with Chloe’s response.

Sunshine ☀️: [10:13 AM] “Barbies. She wants to play Barbies.”

Beca rolls her eyes at herself. (Oh, duh. Well that makes sense.)

“You want to play Barbies ?” She asks Everly.

“Yeaah!” The girl squeals. “Behcuh wan play wobbies tooooo?”

“Aww, of course I’ll play Barbies with you,” Beca coos. (Okay. The kid melts her, alright?)

Beca sits down, cross-legged, on the floor across from the toddler. She grabs the remote and presses play on some Disney movie.

After a few minutes, Evy seems a little bit upset and babbles something (largely indiscernible) having to do with brother.

“What about your brother?” Beca questions in a soft voice.

“My brother no like Descendants 2!” Evy tells her sadly.

“He doesn’t ?!” Beca feigns shock. (She honestly doesn’t fucking blame him, though.)

“No...” She trails off, and then she’s already over it and onto the next thing.

Sunshine ☀️: [11:38 AM] “How’s it going?”

Beca gets a text from Chloe. She laughs, choosing to send another video message in response.

Raincloud 🌧: [11:39 AM]

>> “Boom chicka boom boom...” ( The toddler is saying to herself as she plays with the Barbies on the floor.)

“I said a boom-chicka-boom!” ( Beca can be heard from behind the camera.)

“Chicky boom!!” <<

Sunshine ☀️: [11:40 AM] “Omg that is the best!”

Raincloud 🌧: [11:40 AM] “She just randomly started saying it and then lit up when she realized I knew what she was saying lol”

Sunshine ☀️: [11:41 AM] “See, you’re doing great! I knew you would”

Raincloud 🌧: [11:41 AM] “I honestly think a two year old is easier to handle than the Bellas.”

Sunshine ☀️: [11:42 AM] “That’s because living with the Bellas is like taking care of 8 two year olds 😂”

Beca definitely wouldn’t say she liked this movie. It was totally cliché, sure, but out of the kids movies she’d seen, it wasn’t the worst ...

“Put you phone down, Behcuh,” Evy tells her, getting up from her spot on the floor.

“Oh, uh,” The Bella starts, not sure what to do with the child who has now climbed up and made herself comfortable in Beca’s lap.

She put her phone down and shifted her position, wrapping her arm around the little one. Evy snuggled into her, leaning her head back against Beca’s chest. Beca felt her heart swell, and although she didn’t know on what side she stood about the idea having her own kids someday, she didfind herself wondering what it’d be like to experience this cuteness on a daily basis.

Sunshine ☀️: [12:47 PM] “I’m almost done FINALLY”

Raincloud 🌧: [12:47 AM] “Cool, because I think I’ve watched Descendants with this child more times than I can count [eyeroll]”

(Okay, so they only watched the first one once, and then half of the second, but it felt a lot longer.)

Sunshine ☀️: [1:14 PM] “I’m on my way.”

Raincloud 🌧: [1:14 PM]

>> picture message of Evy asleep in Beca’s lap <<

Raincloud 🌧: [1:14 PM] “I swear to God, if you wake her up I’ll kill you.”

Sunshine ☀️: [1:15 PM] “Oh my god 🥰”

Chloe carefully closes the front door behind her, her heart melting at the sight that she's met with. “Hey,” she greets the brunette on the couch in a quiet voice. “Shh,” Beca glances down at the little one sleeping in her lap. Chloe’s basically whispering, but you never know how long that will last with the girl. Chloe smiles. (Because she’s totally not on the verge of crying at the image of a soft Beca and a sleepy toddler....) “Beca the baby whisperer. Who would’ve thought.” “You.” Beca reminds her, looking up and shooting her a little smile of her own. “True. You really are a softy.” The redhead jokes. “Just don’t let it ruin my rep,” Beca doesn’t even try to argue. Chloe looks from Beca over to the TV, and an amused smirk spreads across her face. “Are you watching Descendants by yourself ?” “ ...shut UP...”

                                                                  - <3 // end.

[AO3]

ONESHOT Request 1: Firstly I just want to say I really adore your works ITS KEEPS ME ALIVE ❤️ And I don't understand why everybody loves Ivar when next to him is Ubbe, the one and only husband material! So it would be wonderful if you can write something about him being husband and father -like no drama, normal life, he and his farm. Maybe old Ragnar life will be new Ubbe life. Just happy 😊 Lots of kisses for you 😘 Request 2: Daddy!Ubbe, how he is like during pregnancy then when the baby is born? Kinda part two to the last one shot you wrote?  Note: If this isn’t fluffy I don’t know anymore. It’s the most happy and joyfull thing I wrote this week. Hope you both enjoy!!

Words: 1904

You often looked in the distance. Not that you had much time to look in the distance with two childeren running around, or at least, one running and one trying. But you did eitherway, your hands lingering in the water where you were washing some clothes. It was not much where you were looking at, just the plane field around the farm. Ubbe had told you so much about this place, being King Ragnar his farm once but now he was dead, the brothers took their revenge and everything came a little to rest. Ubbe took you here, to this farm and since that day you cared for it with the most of respect, knowing that this was the place where the famous Ragnar Lothbrok onces lived, where he was a farmer before he became an Earl and even a king. And knowing his son lived here, doing the exact same thing. He went raiding, came back, loved you, fathered your childeren and went away again. It started with just the two of you, outside of Kattegat, in the piece and silence Ragnar gave his son with this place. And now it was more than that. Two childeren and a third on the way, you hand rested on the small belly you showed, still gazing in the distance and asked yourself why you deserved this. But gazing in the distance meant something else to, it meant he wasn’t home and you started to miss him. Your youngest started crying and you startled up out of thoughts, letting the half washed dress slip out of your hands before you went looking for the two. You found her crying at the floor while her older brother was looking at you with innocents. ‘Raiden.’ You started, signing because you knew Raiden really wanted that his sister started walking. You crouched down and took her from the ground, she rested a lot of her weight on your belly so you shifted her to your side while she snuggled her nose in your neck, still crying. ‘She almost did it.’ He signed. Raiden was bored when Ubbe wasn’t around and with all the work you had you felt guilty for having so little time for him. ‘You can’t force her sweetheart.’ You smiled softened and he walked over, wrapping his arms around your legs. You laid your hand on his head and stroke your fingers through his hair. ‘When is father coming back?’ He asked, looking up to you. Your smile died a little away, knowing Ubbe maybe wouldn’t come back at all. ‘Soon, I don’t know.’ You answered him honestly. He pulled his dissapointed face, hidding his head against your dress again. You turned your head and looked towards your daughter who was wiping away her own tears. ‘Where does it hurt?’ You asked her gentle. She laid her hand on her forehead and you kissed it, seeing how magical that worked and she felt better within seconds. ‘Why don’t we go outside?’ You suggested. ‘To do what?’ Raiden asked angry. For a five year old he knew what he wanted in life, his sister getting to walk was his number one priority. ‘Catch butterflies?’ ‘Yeaah.’ Leanna slipped away from your arms and you putted her down, she started to crawl, precisly knowing what you just suggested. You turned towards Raiden, he looked at you, not wanting to admit to your suggestion. ‘I will catch more butterflies than you.’ You shrugged, walking backwards to the door. He smiled and started running outside. You looked into the farm, sighning by the work you still had to do. This life was a heavy one when you where alone and with a third on the way, surly it would be more of a mess than it already was. ‘Father!’ You heared Raiden yell. You jerked your head around an walked out, looking for Raiden who was running like crazy over the path. Leanna crawled, she started yelling because she wasn’t fast enough so she stood up by herself. Your eyes traveled back to Raiden who jumped in his fathers arms. And that maked you the most happy, seeing how much the childeren missed him and he smiled by seeing them back. You stood against the door, looking back to Leanna who reached with her hands to her father, still standing. Once Ubbe laid his attention to her he putted Raiden down, crouching, encouraging her to take those first steps. And she did! You bited your fingertips, smiling like an idiot when Leanna set her first few steps towards her father, like she waited on the moment. He picked her up, trowing her in the air and she started giggling before she wrapped her arms around his neck and his eyes met yours. Your heart skipped a beat, you still covered your smile a little, way to happy to see him after those couple of weeks back. Raiden pulled his bag after him while Ubbe walked over to you with Leanna in his arms. He putted her down in the grass before he turned back to you, lowering his head to kiss your belly before kissed you, without a greeting, without saying a word. Your lips partened for him, stroking his beard and taking in his taste yo uso hard missed over the days. When he pulled back the both of you smiled. ‘Welcome back.’ You whispered. He placed another kiss on your lips. ‘Hmm, missed you.’ He reacted on that. ‘Wedid to.’ You answered, looking aside to Raiden who was emtying Ubbe his bag. ‘Where it her first steps?’ He asked curious. You looked to Leanna who stood up again, placing one step before the other. She litterary waited for her father to come home before learning to walk, or Raiden his work payed off. ‘She waited for you.’ You nodded, looking back up to him. He laid his hand on the small belly you started to show. ‘And you?’ He asked, full of concerne. You missed that look in his face, the look from what Lagertha always said he was just his father. Ragnar probarbly would be proud of Ubbe. He was the only one who sticked around Kattegat. Hvitserk was with Björn mostly, while Ivar was in England and Sigurd was dead. ‘Good, bussy, sorry if the house is a mess, it isn’t that easy to be pregnant, control two childeren and a house when your husband is away raiding.’ ‘I won’t go anywhere soon.’ He promised, leaning into you again. You wrapped an arm around his neck while he wrapped his around your middle. Until Leanna pulled on your dress and you had to let go of Ubbe. ‘We finish this tonight.’ He said with a fast peck before turning all his attention back to his son and daughter. That whole evening Ubbe told Raiden everything of the raid. Leanna felt asleep on his lap way before sundown while Raiden sat aside him, Ubbe his arm wrapped over his sons shoulder. It was your favorit vieuw, seeing Ubbe with his son and daughter, so relaxed and so happy. You sat in the rockingchair, your fingers stroking your belly while you listened to everything he was telling Raiden, until the boy fell alseep to and there was only the cracking fire that maked a sound. You looked to your two childeren, leaning on their father while Ubbe gave you only that loving smile. ‘They missed you, especially Raiden.’ You said on a soft voice. Leanna turned a little on his lap with a deep breath and you chuckled. ‘It’s the only thing I’m looking forward to while I’m at a raid, coming back home.’ He confessed. ‘Was it that good as you told them?’ ‘Yes, it was a good raid.’ He reacted, comforting almost. Somewhere deep down you didn’t want him to leave on new adventures, but being a son of Ragnar asked that from him. You came out of the chair and walked over to him and the sleeping childeren. ‘You should get some rest to.’ ‘I could fall asleep right here, I wouldn’t mind.’ He confessed. ‘Well, I missed you to, give me some time with you alone to.’ You smiled while taking Leanna her sleeping body in your arms. She groaned a little angry but slept further as soon as she was in your arms. Ubbe did the same for Raiden. You brought the childeren to bed, looking from in the doorway how they slept for a while. Ubbe wrapped an arm over your shoulder and you leaned in on him. ‘You do a great job with them.’ ‘I’m not doing it alone.’ You reacted. He laid his ferm hand on your belly and you looked up to him with a smile. ‘I won’t be raiding again for a while, not until this little one is born.’ He announched. He missed Leanna her birth because he was on a raid that took a little longer than anticipated. And he had so much guilt afterwards, for leaving you in the time you probarbly needed him the most. ‘I still have a few months to go. Time enough.’ ‘Do you want me out the house Y/n?’ He joked, pulling you into your own bedroom. You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘No, I don’t. It’s good to have you back. I missed my husband, the man of my childeren, the love of my life.’ You confessed. He cupped your face and kissed you. You hand stroke the long braids in his hair before you landed on the bed. He pulled his shirt out and you welcomed his bare chest as much as he welcomed your soft lips. When you got up the next morning Ubbe wasn’t there. You found him outside with the childeren. He was learning Raiden some knots while Leanna practiced her walking. She saw you and kept her hands up, slowly walking over. You crouched down and you laughed when she just fell those last few steps, right into your arms. She wrapped her arms around you and you got up, walking over to Ubbe who looked up. ‘Father is learning me knots.’ Raiden announched excited. You smiled, standing still aside Ubbe from where he sat with Raiden. He wrapped an arm around your legs and pressed a kiss against your belly. ‘Goodmorning.’ He said, smiling up to you. It maked you feel all that love again in your stomach, the way he looked at you, act around you. You laid you hand on his shoulder, giving a short squeeze before you looked to Raiden who demonstrated one of his knots. Leanna started pulling on Ubbe his braids, asking for his attention so you let go of her. ‘They don’t like me anymore now you are back.’ You joked, looking how Ubbe gave Leanna his flat hand and she started to kick it with hers. ‘That’s because I’m the most amazing father.’ He said so serious it maked you laugh. ‘Lucky for you I love him.’ ‘You said that yesterday to.’ He looked up you, his eyes sparkling in the morningsun. ‘Can’t repeat it often enough.’ You shruggded, leaning down to greet him with kiss. ‘Same for me.’ He said against your lips. ‘I know.’ You whispered, giving him another kiss before you looked back to Raiden. The perfect picture was this, the four, almost five, of you on a farm that belonged once to the great and famous Ragnar Lothbrok.

I’m alive (on vacation, but still alive)

Tagged by: no one, though I saw @entj-werewolf do it so I thought I’d give it a shot

LAST:

1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: my dad   3. Text message: my aunt 4. Song you listened to: Pumped up kicks by Foster the People 5. Time you cried: A couple of weeks ago. Reason is embarrassing so I won’t tell. 

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: No. I found out the hard way that my last (and first) ex is a manipulative asshole. Dating him is an experience that I do not want to repeat.   7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah. ^ 8. Been cheated on: Nope 9. Lost someone special: No, although I do wish I’d gotten to know my grandfather from my dad’s side of the family before he died. I would have liked to have gotten his perspective on his and my (narcissistic, unfortunately) grandmother’s divorce. I also think that the divorce deeply impacted my dad (although he doesn’t really talk about it) and I would have liked to see the two have some closure. Unfortunately that’s not possible since he passed away 12 years ago… 10. Been depressed: Yeah, due to loneliness (not clinical depression though, I think that’s an important distinction I need to make).11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No. I’m underage but have tried alcohol before, don’t like it, and don’t plan on getting drunk any time soon.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Blue, Purple, Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: No, but I’ve reconnected with some family members (discovered that I got on quite well with my aunt + cousin after a family gathering) 16. Fallen out of love: Yep, although I don’t consider my past relationship “love”, more like “infatuation/idealisation” 17. Laughed until you cried: Yeah. good times man :’) (wish it happened more often, though) 18. Found out someone was talking about you: hahaha… #5. Generally speaking though, my family is very straightforward so whatever they say behind me they say to my face. (Thankfully this has never happened with friends/classmates…) 20. Found out who your friends are: I think I’m in the process of doing that right now. If there’s one good thing that came out of my waste-of-time relationship it’s that it’s given me an opportunity to bond more with my INFJ friend (who went through an eerily similar experience) and my friends from my old school. 21.  Kissed someone on your Facebook list: my ex #regret 

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them. I don’t use Facebook that often though, only to message classmates/friends as I find the constant spamming/ads/people parading their "social lives" annoying 23. Do you have any pets: no, but I hope to have a cat some day :’) 24. Do you want to change your name: I thought about this when I was younger, but nahhh. Brooke fits and is a memorable name IMO  25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I attempted to bake cupcakes without parental supervision but the cupcakes ended up turning into fudge because I forgot to add flour (dang it inferior Se!!). I also ate dinner at Pizza express with my friends.  26. What time do you wake up: Depends. Now that it’s summer I get the luxury of waking up later so 8:30 (school days it’s 6:00 T_T)  27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping.  28. Name something you can’t wait for: to finally settle on a college choice (and leave for college, getting tired of high school)  29. When was the last time you saw your mom? 15 minutes ago. Currently at home typing this and she’s outside on the porch  30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: My outlook on things, since I tend to be quite cynical and find it difficult to tamper it at times. I think that with a better attitude, extraneous factors become less daunting so that’s why I picked something personality related.  31. What are you listening to right now: my parents talking outside, lol  32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: my brother and a former classmate are both called Thomas, so yes.  33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my dang siblings (and to a lesser extent, my parents), also college/academic stuff. for the former, I’m getting tired of them (being stuck with them on vacation for nearly 3 weeks is taking its toll. my siblings are getting bored and keep teasing me while my parents keep nagging me to do more chores >_< I wish they would shut up for once and quit irritating me!) while for the latter I’m feeling the pressure to study so I’ll be prepared for SATs and when I go back to school in a month. 34. Most visited website: Youtube/Tumblr/Reddit  35. Mole/s: Yeaah I have quite a few. They don’t bother me too much though 36. Mark/s: A crescent shaped birthmark on my right arm. I find it kinda cool. Then a scar on my 4th finger from the time an elevator door closed on it. On my left arm I have a scar from the time I scraped it against a bookshelf corner (yikes!) 37. Childhood dream: To become a fiction writer. Hasn’t changed much, lol, though now I read a lot more non fiction (psychology B) so that’s a potential area I may look into  38. Hair color: Dark brown 39. Long or short hair: Medium  40. Do you have a crush on someone: Nope (thank god, also).  41. What do you like about yourself: my perceptiveness, sense of humour, and honesty  42. Piercings: Two ear piercings. Unfortunately I got lazy wearing my earrings so the holes have grown in a little.  43. Blood type: A  44. Nicknames? Nope  45. Relationship status: Single 46. Zodiac: Gemini (don’t subscribe to horoscopes so…)  47. Pronouns: She/her  48. Favorite TV Show: Gravity Falls 50. Right or left hand: Right handed all the way! 51. Surgery: …do cavity fillings count? Other than that, nah.  52. Hair dyed in different color: Nope, I like my natural hair color as it is 53. Sport: Basketball/badminton  55. Vacation: Always wanted to go to Scandinavia lol, preferably with friends/alone.  56. Pair of trainers: Stan smiths. the superstar ones. a couple of months ago I decided I’d hop aboard the trend train (these are quite popular atm). these sport a classy look and go well with (almost) any outfit.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Not eating anything right now since I had dinner an hour ago.  58. Drinking: Nothing  59. I’m about to: go outside on the porch for some fresh air.  62. Want: a lot of stuff, but right now- some peace and quiet away from my family, also to see my friends again. 63. Get married: Maybe. The way I see it, if someone happens to meet my standards + we’re compatible + they’d be OK without kids then maybe, although it’s not something I’m hellbent on. 64. Career: Writer all the way! 65. Hugs or kisses: in an intimate relationship? hugs/cuddling.  66. Lips or eyes: eyes  67. Shorter or taller: taller.  68. Older or younger: older  70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t really notice this kind of stuff since personality/intelligence is what matters the most to me, but I guess both would be better than without either so both?  71. Sensitive or loud: ehh… I tend to be attracted to ambiverted people so I guess someone in between.  72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. Would never hook up… I imagine it’d feel cheap and pointless  73. Troublemaker or hesitant: in between

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: hell no 75. Drank hard liquor: Again, am underage and don’t like alcohol 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t own either so no 77. Turned someone down: once. my ex actually (long story, but I turned him down a couple of times before we started going out. Should have stuck with my initial decision(s) ) 78. Sex on the first date: No. Never had it, would never do it that early. Plus, it isn't smart either as I’ve read that the hormones released during sex can muddle your perception/judgment of the other person (first date is vital for seeing if the other person is compatible for a relationship). 79. Broken someone’s heart: I hope not, but I also doubt it. Aside from my ex I’ve never had any guys express outright interest in me so I’ve never rejected anyone. 80. Had your heart broken: Nah. 81. Been arrested: No. 82. Cried when someone died: …don’t know anyone personally who died, so no. 83. Fallen for a friend: Don’t have any male friends and am not bi, so no.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: I guess...  85. Miracles: Yeah.  86. Love at first sight: I think it’s possible but rare. So I’m a skeptical believer, I guess? 87. Santa Claus: when I was a kid, yeah. 88. Kiss on the first date: depends. if i’ve known the other person well enough + there’s been attraction/love prior to dating, then maybe. It’s not something I personally care about that much though, plus my one experience with kissing has been unpleasant (didn’t really enjoy it, the “spark” thing is either a myth or my ex was just the wrong person).

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: … T_T 91. Eye color: Dark brown 92. Favorite movie: Zootopia, probably. That movie made an impression :P

Not tagging anyone unless anyone wants to do this 

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? 
I can’t remember

2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? No but maybe a 25 year old

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3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time? 
Rn cause I’ve got chocolate but alevels -
4. Would you ever smile at a stranger? 
Yeaah -
5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? 
Not that I know of…. -
6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? 
'Be my daddy’ ~ Lana Del Rey -
7. What exactly are you wearing right now? An aristocats pyjama top n shorts -
8. How often do you listen to music? 
Every day -
9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? 
Hmm neither tbh -
10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013? 
… -
11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?
v antisocial barring like two people -
12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’? Nope -
13. What about ‘R’? 
Nope -
14. Can you drive a stick shift? 
Nope -
15. Do you care if people talk badly about you? I couldn’t care less tbh but I’d like them to say it to my face so I can laugh with em -
16. Are you going out of town soon?
Yeahhh -
17. When was the last time you cried? 
Today -
18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?
My friends -
19. If you could change your eye color, would you? Noo

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20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for? 
I have some close guy friends I’d do a lot for -
21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having. The gag I ordered got sent back to the post office so I have to go collect it :( -
22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? 
Yes -
23. Are you dating the last person you talked to? 
Wellllllllllllll -
24. What are you sitting on right now? 
Sofa -
25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? 
My friends say it sometimes ✨ -
26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? 
I don’t get the question -
27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? 
seaaaaaaaaaan -
28. Do you get a lot of colds?
yeah -
29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from? 
Primark -
30. Does anyone hate you?
Probably -
31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? 
Nah -
32. Do you like watching scary movies? 
YES -
33. Do you want your tongue pierced? 
hmmmmm… Undecided -
34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? 
1999-2008 -
35. Did you have a dream last night?
I don’t think so -
36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? 
A while ago -
37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? 
No -
38. Do you think someone has feelings for you? 
Mhm -
39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
Maybe -
40. Did you have a good day yesterday?
Yeaaah -
41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? 
Nope -
42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?
Multiple prolly -
43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? 
Yes -
44. What’s the best part about school?
there are no best parts -
45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? 
Yes -
46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?
No -
47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head? 
All tha time -
48. Were you single over the last summer? 
Yes -
49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? 
It’s v different -
50. What are you supposed to be doing right now? 
Revision -
51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?
Not at all

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52.Are you nice to everyone? 
Eh debatable

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53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? 
Not really -
54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? 
Of course -
55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Yeah -
56. Do you think you like someone now?
Yes -
57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? 
No -
58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?
There isn’t a difference it just depends on the person -
59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? Only Amy when I was like 13? 😂

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60. Do you hate anyone? 
Yeah but it’s usually for stupid reasons -
61. How’s your heart? 
Haven’t seen that bitch in years is she even still alive -
62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?
Yes -
63. Have you ever cried over a guy?
Yes ew never again -
64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
Amy. -
65. Are your toenails painted pink?
No but my fingernails are -
66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?
I don’t think so -
67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct? 
? No ? -
68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?
No -
69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? 
My Nanna -
70. How do you look right now? 
Post mortem -
71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? 
Amyyyy -
72. Can you commit to one person? 
Of course -
73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?
Hmm not really -
74. Have you ever felt replaced? 
Yes -
75. Did you wake up cranky? 
EVERY DAY -
76. Are you a jealous person? 
y. e. s. -
77. Are relationships ever worth it? 
maybe idk -
78. Anyone you’re giving up on? 
Nah -
79. Currently wanting to see anyone? 
Mhm -
80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?
Revision thanks for making me say it so many times -
81. Last person you cried in front of? 
Amy when I was like 13 -
82. Is there someone you will never forget? 
Yeah -
83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? 
I think so 😋 -
84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? 
welllll…… -
85. Are you over your past? 
A lot of it affects how I am now -
86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? 
Nah -
87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? 
There’s like one person I could tell /most/ things to

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88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
'First true love’…. -
89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to 
arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? 
ugh -
90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? 
Yeah -
91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?
I hope so -
92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael? 
I have an uncle called Michael -
93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?
Nope -
94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? 
No n no -
95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March? 
I didn’t like anyone in March I don’t think -
96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? 
v v cute -
97. Who do you have texts from? 
Like unreplied to ones? None -
98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? 
…. :( -
99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? 
No -
100. Who’s in your profile picture with you? No one oops -
101. Ever kissed under fireworks? 
No -
102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies? Yeas

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THANK U AMY I GOT SO MUCH REVISION DONE DURING ALL OF THAT @lxvedlikethis

Torture to those who have it coming

Author: Dreaming While Awake Universe Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Pairing: Dark Will x Reader Prompt: The reader is a famous person who knows Will lightly through social media, ignores him as a bet with a friend. Which leads to this unfortunate turn of events to envelop. Words: 2674 Warnings: torture, needles, syringes, knife, cutting, organs A/N: I originally wrote it with other characters for a friend then adapted it for my newly found obsession - Hannibal fandom. Tried experimenting with Dark Will's character as he is a fascinating mind capable of strong feelings and acting upon them.

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It was a regular day, no different from any other. Except, in a way, it wasn’t. Not that Y/N knew that yet. She did not anticipate anything happening to her, not in reality, maybe in her dreams or thoughts, but never surpassing the barrier of dreamland. The surprise was still waiting to present itself. Wrapped in ribbon, with a bow on top. People often think of fate or consequences of their actions. Although not expecting judgement day to come, sometimes the anxiety and anticipation is there, lurking in the shadows, whispering, haunting. Now some people believe in karma, natural balance of things, but very often those actions denoting retribution are done by other people on their own will. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing per se, only that laws and human morality denies the pleasure of punishing those who wrong us.

No matter of the size of the act that feels like betrayal, the emotion’s intensity matters most and it is the most common initiator of action for vengeance, violence. The mind gets blinded with hate, needing something, anything to fill that void. Especially in the face of someone ignoring you, and when you know it is done on purpose, by choice, it infuriates you. Makes your blood boil with hatred. All other feelings and emotions become meaningless and you are left with the only decision at that moment. Act upon your instinct? Or keep it to yourself until it passes. But it never truly goes away, does it?

There was this man, William Graham. Still youthful and filled with energy. As of many of blooming adults, his emotions and importance of other people’s attention and acceptance were significant to him. It’s only natural for one to seek acknowledgment from those who seem to matter. In their own world, of course. But no matter what the reality might be, it hurts the same. The pain is the same, the influence… The exact same. Little does anyone know how much their actions can make people do certain things. How persuasive they can be without actually realizing it. And not to their own benefit, I’m afraid.

So there it was, a simple, ordinary day. Weather’s a bit dim, people are caught up in their own thoughts, having their own problems circling around, tightening their necks. And then there’s Y/N. Unsuspecting, living her life, having everything, as it seems, in its place. Life and career going smoothly, acceptance from people, appreciation from those who listen, truly listen to her work. It’s only natural to get lost in the comfort of our surroundings, not ever needing to think of ‘what ifs’. Playing life like it was given for granted. When in reality, every word, every little action sets off a butterfly effect.

Asleep for an afternoon nap, comfortable, unaware, unexpecting. That’s screen perfect moment to attack and assault someone, isn’t it? What’s more fun than seemingly set play? Setting a better one, perfect for the ideas and cravings fueled by pure anger. Quietly sneaking closer, being unnoticed, unheard, not alarming anyone. A sudden stab of a needle to the artery. A concoction to knock out a person… For a short period of time, that is. Possible struggle to drag the body, but with help? It’s easier. Careful to not be seen by anyone around, not causing suspicion. Taking the almost lifeless body to a specifically prepared space. A basement of torture of sorts. At least for this evening, for this occasion. Carefully decided details, equipment, tools. The person, still unsuspecting, strapped to the table, hands, feet cuffed, secured. Checked multiple times, no mistakes can be made. It wouldn’t be acceptable. There’s only one and single chance. The room has no windows, the walls are isolated from any sound leakage. Anything that happens inside, stays there. And whatever is happening outside the walls? Continues existing without any grasp of the nature of cruelty inside. If a photo was made of how this scene looked, one would think of a hospital, professionally prepared operation room, tools in place, sanitary, white and green. Except the surgery that is still to be done will not be of healing to the patient on the table. Rather, a divine intervention, saving the soul of the one taking action. Time was ticking away, the subject on the table started breathing quicker, out of sleep. Consciousness coming back. Eyes fluttering, trying hard to bring life to their owner. Mind still fuzzy, like after a nap that took too long, leaving us confused, uncertain where, when, or even, what are we.

Her eyes slowly coming back to functioning, taking in what’s around. And for the first time, the confusion is justified. Because nothing was recognisable. She had no fucking idea where she is or how she got there. When she noticed a familiar face. Still not able to put a name to it. Body aching, trapped. Fear flowing through her, blood rushing to her brain evoking fight-or-flight instinct. But no luck there, when you are strapped to a table, neither you can punch, nor run.

“Hello, Y/N.” A firm, calm voice echoed in the room.

Her eyes glued to the ones observing her, cold sweat drowning her body. Not sure if it would be a smart decision to initiate a conversation. Even if she tried, it felt like her tongue is stuck in her dry mouth. Possibly not able to emit a sound. She tried sitting up, getting off that table however he could. But there was no way. Hands above her head, feet… Securely tightened. Even her neck had its own belt holding her down. Should she scream for help? Unlikely such a well conducted environment meant a mind behind it would be stupid enough to make a grave error like allowing her yelps to reach anybody.

“Well well well… Feeling uncomfortable? Don’t worry… much.” A sinister tone in his voice, a tool of some sort in his hands. “I understand your state of confusion, fear of what’s to come. Be sure, nothing you imagine is as bad as what my mind can think of.” His eyes burning with emotion, confident posture, slowly walking towards her.

“Tell me, what are you most afraid of, Y/N?” He shifts his gaze to the ceiling, trying to imagine possible ways to induce terror to this girl in front of him. Never actually taking his attention away from her. That would be inconsiderate to deny her of his full focus.

“Not feeling like talking? Oh, wait, how rude of me.” He chuckles lowly. “My name is Will. Rings a bell? Or do you need reminding?” A slight smirk playing on his face. A scalpel in his grasp being lightly tapped onto the other hand.

Her eyes widen, still not certain who is she dealing with… when it hit her. It’s him. Y/N never thinks much when talking to people, heck, she has lots of friends and acquaintances. Some very close and dear to her, some less. A couple are for fun. Many many she ignores. Natural, being famous and well-known comes with a price of a certain amount of attention seeking fans and admirers. But he was different. It didn’t mean much, at first, she randomly picked people to talk to, converse over stuff that seemed intriguing. There were less to choose from anyway. And there he was, having stuff in common, being casual, chatting. Throughout years, he never stopped. Not that she would complain about it. No. But people are peculiar creatures. They get bored, they think of ways to make anything a game. What was there to lose? A virtual relation with someone? A small price to pay for experimenting with people. Until you mess with the wrong ones. It was merely a bet with her band mate. To keep checking, looking at everything he provided. To see how long would this man put effort to reach out, connect, talk. Well, everything has a price tag. Sometimes, even your own head might be served on a plate.

“It’s you.” That’s all her hoarse voice could manage to get out. Eyes flickering, mind trying to find a plan, any plan. Nothing. Empty.

A quiet laugh fills the room. “Nice to meet you too. It all could’ve been in better circumstances, but… you know, it pretty much is all on you, for what this had to come to.” His eyes rolled. “Okay, yeaah, maaaybe I could’ve spared the theatrical entrance and, well, all this.” He beckons around the room. “But you have to admit, it’s at the very least cool and freaking WORTH IT.” His last words loud, screeching, full of hurt.

Someone is rummaging in close perimeter. Someone else is in the room? How worse can this get. Y/N’s eyes wander around the room until she notices a small camera. Great. This will be recorded and kept. Though maybe it could become evidence after it’s done. Leverage to… Then a dark thought coursed through her brain. Is she getting out of this alive?

Will’s actions were swift, and well prepared. A knife exchanged the place of the scalpel in his hands. He moved quickly, the fabric covering her chest, abdomen… cut right in the middle. There’s no need to cover that flesh anymore. Not in here. After it was all shredded off, the knife dug into the skin of her neck, not stabbing, not even cutting, only held against the sweaty skin. The horror in her eyes was already paying off the tortures she incited to him throughout the years of silence.

“Not so tough and cool anymore, huh?” A spark in William’s eyes made it uncertain whether he was enjoying the therapeutic action of seeking vengeance or he was loving the torture on its own. “We’re just getting started, so don’t faint on me, I need your opinion on this.”

The mysterious someone in the room brought syringes full of different kinds of liquids. That person was wearing a mask and clear suit, careful to not leave any evidence of their presence here. “They’re all different, you won’t know their effect or what they are until you inject her with any of them. My personal concoctions of terror, if you may.” There was no need to see the face, the sly smirk could be heard in the voice.

“Wonderful.” That’s all Will had to say. And all Y/N was thinking was how did something so seemingly innocent and insignificant bring her to this nightmare.

He took away the knife from her hyperventilating body. Set it aside for now. “Eenie meenie miny moe… Ah, the blue one it is.” He took the syringe, carefully letting the air bubbles out.

His soft hand caressed her arm, tightly grabbing just below the wrist. The vein was very visible which only made the process easier. The needle was soon under Y/N's skin, pushing the burning liquid in her bloodstream. A growling scream echoed.

“So this one was the instant pain one, nice.” A proud face staring down to the girl. “Now you should be extremely sensitive to any touch, nib, or squeeze.”

With those words Will leaned down to peck her cheek, almost giving the feel of a gangster's kiss before the execution of the receiver. Or Judas’ deathly smooch. Without more foreplay he turns around to grab a soft material. Of all the choices, why something fluffy and sweet?

Y/N did not realise she did not have her clothes on anymore apart from her underwear. Will’s hands slowly lowered the cloth closer to the girl’s body. The slight touch, caressing her skin made her squirm and whine. “I told you anything will hurt. Imagine that was a knife cutting you.”

His right hand was suddenly placed around her neck. She suddenly was very aware of the nails digging into her skin. After tightening his grasp he let go and dragged his claws down along the middle causing the skin to redden and stay marked. A scream muffled by his other hand stuffing her mouth with that same cloth from before.

“This is getting a bit boring, pick a colour?” He lift up couple of syringes smiling like giving a child a choice of candies. Y/N's eyes nervously shift, a neon colour catching her gaze.

“Oh don’t worry, darling, it’s not radioactive, my friend just loves a touch of drama, I mean, not that I don’t, obviously, considering everything that you see around you.” His dark giggles send shivers down her spine. “But if you insist, we’ll try this one.”

In a blink of an eye he stabs the enormous needle right to her heart, not only setting the effect of the liquid, but also striking a shock-like reaction from the puncture alone. If she wasn’t strapped to the table, her seizure might’ve made her fall and crack her skull. Nevertheless, the fun shall carry on.

He slapped her face several times getting her mind back to her body. “Stay awake, baby, wouldn’t want you missing out.” A soft caring voice spoke coupled with a dark evil pair of eyes staring deep into her soul.

Y/N's body was uncontrollably shaking, it felt like the temperature suddenly fell tens of degrees below freezing. All she wanted was to curl up into a ball, find solace in her own embrace, get warmth. But that wasn’t an option she had.

William was busy at her tool station, picking and choosing with what to play next. It might be time for operation. He gave her anesthetics. “You will need this not to feel anything if I want you to not lose your consciousness from the agonizing pain.”

The next thing she saw was that same scalpel. She felt it gently touching her skin until she felt nothing anymore. She saw blood. Was it hers? Stupid question, who else’s could it have been? It must be hers. But she didn’t feel any pain. Her head a bit woozy, but she was fighting hard to not faint. Will unbelted Y/N’s neck for her to see what was being done to her body. Y/N lift up her head curious to know how many cuts he made. Her face froze. It wasn’t just cuts. Her abdomen was opened. Her insides presented to the outside world.

“Now let me see if you are truly missing one organ. It should have told you that what you were doing, or, well, more like not doing, was wrong. Do you have your heart, Y/N? Because I am already certain your brain doesn’t function as it should, because you didn’t realise how stupid your actions had been.” His hand reached in, maneuvering inside, feeling the warm working mechanism of the body. Soon enough he touched the rhythmical beating motor. The pace was increasing. At first, his touch was soft and mindful. Then the grasp was firm and there was a satisfaction written all over Will’s face.

“What a surprise, I found it, then, you should know now, what I want as a gift from you. It won’t cost you anything. Easy.”

Y/N’s breathing was erratic, her body being exposed was ready to shut down, she could hear her heartbeat ringing loudly in her ears. Two more seconds and she’s out cold. System’s shutdown. Darkness overtakes.

A sudden hitch of breath. A sting of mind, wakening like from a nightmare. Eyes open widely, mouth dry and sore. Y/N shivers hugging herself and rubbing her arms to regain warmth.

“It was all a dream, just a dream, calm down, Y/N…” She tries to lull herself.

Then an excruciating pain runs down the middle of her body. She curls up whining, almost crying for help. She lifts up her shirt to find stiches.

“Oh.my.fucking.god.” Her face left with horror, making her wish nothing more but a nightmare instead of the hellish reality she has to continue living with.

A lesson was taught, every action requires a reaction and no one is safe from the consequences of one’s foolishness.