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sharingfandoms · 5 months

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So like in your tags under the bb vs msp poll I saw you mentioning that msp was bad written and tingun aren't as healthy as people claim they are.....and I was like YEAH!! EXACTLY!! But I wasn't able to pinpoint it. Would you mind elaborating on those tags??

ohhh wowwwww my first ask!!!!! of course i will. i am also really happy that someone agrees since i kind of always found myself pretty alone in this lmaooo. thank you for your question!!! much appreciated! ♥

First claim: MSP is bad written

Yes, it is. For many reasons. I will elaborate on the main two.

It kind of presents itself as some sort of heir of Bad Buddy, but the comparison is pale to say the least. The main characters don't really have any reasons not to date. They could date in secret from the very start, as soon as they realize they both have feelings for each other, and then come out as an actual couple as soon as the whole music contest is over, or something like that (even waiting for another year until they graduate could be a valid choice tbh). No particular drama needed. They could still go to each other's houses and make out all day in bed while Gun's mom is working, or go out somewhere public without their classmates present and have a real date.

The actual conflict that makes them star-crossed lovers is ridiculous at best. The mere idea that a school club in high school (well, Mattayom actually, but whatever) would have a rule like that is genuinely stupid - like, it's not even 'club members can't date', but 'those who are in this club and going for Hot Wave can't have a faen'. Like, hello? What if I've had a faen before joining this damn club? I'm supposed to break up with them because some idiot thinks that'll make me more focused on singing and playing music? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm only accepting this as something not entirely crazy and fucked up if there's some cultural reference I'm missing behind it (if things really work like that anywhere in Thailand, then apologies, pretend you never read this last complain; but I did look it up on the internet and didn't find anything about it). It'd still sound stupid, but at least it'd make sense. It was something so out of the blue that just felt like the opposite of plot armor: something made entirely just to create an obstacle to the love story of the main guys once their path was clear and they were both sure about their feelings (if that's such an important rule, why didn't it come up sooner? It felt like watching a kids show, where threats gradually become scarier the more our protagonist becomes stronger). Regardless, like I said, it was not that bad for them.

Pat and Pran are star-crossed lovers because the parents they love and admire - and are economically dependent on - hate each other and actively tried to keep them apart, causing trauma and pain on both ends. They can't get rid of them. It's not highschool, it's not a damn music club you'll eventually get out of (soon enough!!!). It's their whole life. It's the people they love the most who are trying to oppose their relationship (not to mention their friends as well, while Tinn and Gun have full support on that regard). They feel guilty, they feel sad, they don't want to have to say goodbye to their fucking families in order to keep their relationship going. This is serious, and complicated - and practical, as money does buy happiness after all. This will last, probably forever, until their parents will finally come around and accept things are the way they are - we see a glint of it happening in the last episode, at least. Compared to this, Gun and Tinn are fine, really. Even a teenager should be able to see that. The writers didn't have to go out of their ways to make comparisons that martyr PatPran's symbols, like having them use the word 'friend' instead of 'boyfriend' as an 'inside joke', or their colors, or anything at all really, only for them to be related to a fucking school club rule.

The secondary couples are bad handled, which is a shame because I was genuinely interested in Sound and Win at first. I even dared to hope - fully aware I was fooling myself, but at least hoping it was going to be a fun road to something interesting and original! - that they would have actually written an aromantic/demiromantic character in this drama, based on what Win says to Sound in episode 10. But then everything that episode was supposed to be a build-up for in terms of their bond just suddenly disappears in the next, when they're somehow in an established relationship already. Great? Would have been nice to see that happening on screen, I guess. I suppose that's what happens when you WASTE so many episodes around only two characters (TinnGun), relegating focus on your secondary couple (I won't even mention the third couple, since there isn't much to say about them tbh) in the last ones, making it rushed and kind of pointless (this also happened with the feud between Tinn and Sound, which never got explained to the viewers for some reason; okay). And they even get an explicit PatPran reference at some point towards the end of the drama, which makes me cry and not in a good way - poor babies, don't worry, we'll all just collectively forget your outfits and cans were even brought up in MPS in the first place.

Second claim: TinnGun are not as healthy as people say they are

I want to be brief with this one, because people are going to hate on me anyway, and I don't feel like writing a whole ass essay on those two. All I have to say is: if this couple had been heterosexual, people would have probably hated it. With how much double standards affect the way people perceive female characters and straight relationships, all those traits that make them state Tinn is a green-flag and a lovable simp would instead have them assert that he's a succubus, that he's not indipendent enough, that he's only obsessed with the guy and doesn't actually love him, and that he doesn't do much in the show other than being the love interest. Usually, when people say these things related to female characters, they're wrong - and just being mysogynistic, hating on any girl who dares to have a cute crush on a guy. Ironically enough, in Tinn's case, they wouldn't even be all that wrong.

Like I said, I don't feel like elaborating much on this issue, unless anon really wants me to - then I'll dive into it in detail in another post. But, like, genuinely, Gun really pissed me off at times, he often takes Tinn for granted (I'm thinking about that one moment where Tinn tells him he's not going to make it to one of their rehearsals and he gets mad about it, as if Tinn hasn't been at his disposal the entire fucking time; that scene really made me feel uncomfortable, because if I were the one who had been so helpful to anyone at all, just for them to treat me like that as soon as I have a problem of my own and can't attend to theirs, I'd be genuinely disappointed; and yes, I know that Gun will later change his attitude, but I feel like there was no weight placed on this matter, as if him finally acknowledging Tinn's struggles and effort wasn't a turning point in their story but more like something optional that just kind of happened), and I feel like their relationship is often unbalanced on many aspects.

I won't elaborate on all the other claims - "he's obsessed with the guy", "he doesn't do much in the show other than being the love interest" -, but I do genuinely believe there should be more dialogue about them in the fandom. I never once read anyone complain about these issues, and I know for a fact they'd have come up immediately had it been a female character in Tinn's place.

#i don't know how to tag this #because i don't want it showing up in t1nngun's tag #i don't mean to be an hater #i can certainly tag #bad buddy #bad buddy the series #patpran #my beloved #and then maybe my school president #hoping this won't be upsetting for anyone

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jessepinwheel · 1 year

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seq logic: obi wan and jango breaking up, if you're so inclined?

jango is sooo normal about the breakup

Jango stares out the viewport, tracing the millions of pinpoints of lights that make the Coruscant skyline as he descends. He doesn't like Coruscant. He never did. Not all the buildings or the constant smell of fog or the people--it's just too much. He really doesn't understand what Obi-Wan sees in this shithole, but whatever. No place like home, or something.

The thought of Obi-Wan makes his heart clench a little. It's been a tenday and still he can't get used to a ship without him. Without the late nights talking over a pile of cracked seed shells, without another warm body sharing his bed, without Obi-Wan's little startled bursts of laughter. After two years together, two years as an unstoppable bounty hunting and tracking team, his absence makes everything dimmer.

So here Jango is. On Coruscant again. He's not here to find Obi-Wan and beg him to come back or anything as undignified as that. The man has had two weeks to see Coruscant and realize it's not all it's cracked up to be. He's probably trying to find a way off this shitty planet at this very moment. Jango is really just making it easier for him--he's considerate that way.

He lands his ship and goes to get his things. Usually, Obi-Wan would have their things ready to go planetside (he hated flying so much) and it feels clumsy to Jango to have to do these tedious preparations himself. Obi-Wan was so much better at it, too. More organized. Had a way of knowing exactly what they would need.

Jango doesn't know where Obi-Wan is, but he's one of the best damn bounty hunters in the galaxy, it can't be that hard to find a person with long red hair and a custom mechanical hand. He considers just comming the man--Obi-Wan would be able to feel Jango looking for him anyways, one of those weird remnant Force things--but Jango decides against it. Obi-Wan had been pretty confident when he left that it was for the better--if Jango's going to have any chance to prove otherwise he'll need to do it in person.

So he looks for Obi-Wan. It takes a busy five days to track Obi-Wan down--not the easiest hunt he's ever had, but definitely not the trickiest one, either. In Obi-Wan's defense, it's not as if he's really trying to stay under the radar. It looks like Obi-Wan has found himself a little undercity apartment approximately the size of a shoe box, almost smaller than the ship they'd shared, and Jango frowns. He knows Obi-Wan's always liked small spaces, but really, this is a bit much.

It would be pretty easy to slice the keypad and let himself in, but Obi-Wan gets kind of fussy about that sort of thing, so Jango decides to wait outside the door. It's a pretty long wait--Obi-Wan has made himself busy in the time since he got to Coruscant--and in the evening, when Obi-Wan comes back...

"...Jango?" Obi-Wan asks.

Jango looks up. Obi-Wan...looks good. He always did, but already in the last three weeks since they separated, he looks better. There's more color in his cheeks, there aren't any bags under his eyes, and his new clothes fit him better. It's hard to deny that, whatever Obi-Wan saw in Coruscant, it was good for him.

"I missed you," Jango says. "You look good."

Obi-Wan sighs. "And you look like shit." He leans in and gives Jango a sniff. "Have you been drinking? I thought you hated drinking."

"What, a man can't drown his sorrows once in a while?" Jango asks. It's not like he drank that much. It was just a few bottles after Obi-Wan left--just to take the edge off.

Obi-Wan frowns. "Jango. Why are you here?"

"I was just in the area," Jango says. They both know it's a lie. "And like I said, I missed you. Didn't you miss me?"

"Of course I missed you," Obi-Wan says. "But I didn't stalk you back to your home. You realize this is...wildly inappropriate, right?"

Jango reaches out to touch Obi-Wan's face. "But you missed me?"

Obi-Wan swats Jango's hand away. "Jango. You shouldn't be here. We're done. We agreed that it was for the best."

"You agreed it was for the best," Jango corrects. "I still think we could be something. Grow old together and get a garden and a family. If you could just get over your hangups, we would be magnificent together."

"My hangups are that I don't want to give up my identity as a Jedi, don't like killing people for profit, and don't think a relationship with someone who hates my cultural identity is going to last," Obi-Wan shoots back. "I love you, Jango, but I don't love you that much."

Jango smiles. "I love you, too. You're so beautiful when you're angry, have I ever told you that?"

Obi-Wan doesn't yield. He never has. It's one of the things Jango loves so much about him--that unbreakable spirit and stubbornness. "Get out of here. You know you shouldn't be loitering around like this."

"What, you're sending me out?" Jango asks. "After I came all this way, you won't even let me stay the night? Isn't that a little unreasonable?"

"I'm saying this for your safety," Obi-Wan says. "You really shouldn't be around me when nightfall hits."

Jango leans against the door and crosses his arms. "Well, now I'm curious. What, do you turn into a big bad monster overnight? I think I'd have noticed something like that when we were bunking together."

Obi-Wan sighs. "Don't be stupid."

"What happens after nightfall?" Jango presses. "You turn into a pumpkin or something? I think I'd like to see that."

"Jango," Obi-Wan says. "Go back to your ship and wherever you came from. It's not good for you to dwell on me. It's a big galaxy--there are plenty of people out there who can give you what you want. I'm sorry that person isn't me." His expression softens, just a bit. "We had a good time. You did a lot for me, and I'll always appreciate that. Maybe in another life, we'd be happy together for our whole lives. But you can't accept me the way I am and I can't accept you the way you are. Is it really so bad to end things while we still like each other?"

Jango looks at him. "Are you really happy here in this shitty apartment on this shitty planet? Are you seriously saying that this is better than being with me?"

"Coruscant is good for me," Obi-Wan tells him. "This is the only place I can feel like a full person. And you know how I am with space travel. You don't need to worry about me."

"I wasn't worrying."

Obi-Wan looks at him up and down, an unreadable expression in his eyes. There's some tension in the line of his body, discomfort just from Jango being here. "Jango. I won't ask again. Please leave."

Jango considers pushing it, but Obi-Wan looks tired. If this keeps going, Obi-Wan might actually punch him in the face--with the metal hand. Even he can't take a hit like that. "Okay," he says. "But if you need anything, you know who to comm. I can make your life easier, Obi-Wan."

"Goodbye, Jango," Obi-Wan says, pushing his way past Jango and into his apartment. The door closes behind him and latches.

Jango sighs and leans against the wall. It's not like he'd expected it to be easy. It just wouldn't be Obi-Wan if he gave in after a short conversation like that. He stares up at the ceiling, thinking about what moves he wants to make next. He can talk to Obi-Wan again tomorrow, for a start. He's always been happier in the mornings, so maybe he'll be more willing to see reason.

He turns his thoughts over like that, well into the evening and into the night, still camping outside Obi-Wan's door. A few other residents go in and out, passing him in the hallway, but they hardly pay him any mind. This part of the undercity, everyone knows to mind their own damn business.

His thoughts stray, not for the first time, to an Obi-Wan in proper beskar armor. He would be such a good Mandalorian, if he didn't have those damn hangups about the Jedi--the Jedi who had abandoned him, anyways. The way he fought was like magic, sometimes, the way he could see what his opponents would do before they did--even Jango has never fought anyone like him, so fiercely exhilarating. Sure, there are billions and trillions of people out in the galaxy, people who would be willing to be a more permanent fixture at his side, who would want to fight and hunt and laugh together and be willing to take on the mantle of Mandalorian on top of that...but none of those people would be Obi-Wan. He'd known, from the moment he'd found a bleeding and borderline delirious man with a lightsaber-stabbed shoulder and a crushed mechanical hand, that Obi-Wan was different. That he would be worth keeping.

The fact that Obi-Wan had left--not killed or taken away, but left--well, Jango can't stand that. He wants Obi-Wan back. He wants Obi-Wan to see sense and give up this stupid idea of going to a shithole planet all alone to try and make some kind of honest living.

Jango clenches his fists. Maybe if he just comes up with a better plan, then--

Behind him, the door unlatches.

Jango freezes.

Noiselessly, the door slides open, and Obi-Wan is standing there, dressed in sleep clothes.

Jango smiles. "You just couldn't resist me, huh?" he asks. "I knew you'd come around."

Obi-Wan doesn't move.

Jango's smile fades. A sense of wrongness starts creeping up on him. "Obi-Wan?"

Slowly, almost mechanically, Obi-Wan turns towards Jango. A shiver goes down Jango's spine--Obi-Wan's gaze is glassy and blank, his expression completely slack. He's not breathing.

"Obi-Wan, are you...okay?" Jango asks. He knows that Obi-Wan's got some kind of weird Force thing where he sometimes stops breathing when he sleeps, but he's never seen...whatever this is. "Obi-Wan, say something."

Obi-Wan's lips move, but no sound comes out. Jango feels something almost electric in the air around them, feels a phantom touch at the base of his neck that crawls into his mind. Obi-Wan says something again, and this time Jango hears it--voiceless words echoing between his ears, You were asked to leave.

Jango sets his jaw. "I'm not leaving," he says. "You're better off with me, Obi-Wan, and you know it. I just have to make you see it."

The feeling in his mind tightens, a headache bursting in the back of Jango's head.

Leave peacefully while you have the free will to do so.

"What, you're going to force me to leave?" Jango sneers, stepping up to Obi-Wan. "You've never forced me to do a damn thing in your entire life, and you won't start now."

Obi-Wan grabs him by the arm. He doesn't grab hard, just hard enough to feel the pressure, but a strange numbness seeps out from the touch, rapidly overtaking Jango's body. Jango tries to pull away, only to find that he can't--he's completely paralyzed. He can't even blink.

You were warned.

The intrusive feeling in his mind intensifies, sharpening until it feels like something is in there slicing him open and pulling him apart, and Jango--

Jango stares out the viewport, tracing the millions of pinpoints of lights that make the Coruscant skyline. He doesn't like Coruscant. He never did. Not all the buildings or the constant smell of fog or the people--it's just too much. He really doesn't understand what Obi-Wan sees in this shithole, but whatever. No place like home, or something.

The thought of Obi-Wan makes his heart clench. It's only been three weeks, but he already misses Obi-Wan so badly--he's gone through a hefty amount of liquor to try and take the edge off, but it's not enough. Nothing would ever be enough, short of something that could make him forget how good they were together. Good as partners, good as fighters, good as friends.

He can't remember why he came here to Coruscant. Maybe he'd entertained some ideas of going down to see Obi-Wan again, just to see how he's doing, see if he's happy in his new life, but every time he tries to think of going planetside and actually seeing Obi-Wan, his mind skitters away from it. He shouldn't be here to begin with. He knows Obi-Wan would find this wildly inappropriate.

They loved--still love--each other. But they would never be able to have a happy ending, not while Obi-Wan still loved his Jedi so much and Jango insisted on staying a bounty hunter. Better to end things now, while they still care about each other and have all those good memories, than to wait until it's all rotted and painful. At least, that was what Obi-Wan had said. Jango isn't sure how much he believes that, but he can see the logic in it.

Jango doesn't think he'll ever forget Obi-Wan and what they could have had, but it's over now. There are other people in the galaxy. They wouldn't be Obi-Wan, but there were options.

He turns his ship and leaves Coruscant behind.

#ask jesse #fic: asynchronous circuit #jessepinwrites

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iamthepulta · 1 year

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Ruby, Amethyst, Emerald?

AH, THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :3

Ruby: Is there any symbolism used in your wip?

Ahhh, yes~ mainly for emotions and connections. The first one that comes to mind is Westlie and Morgan's reluctance for physical affection, which developed into the Nose Boop. Whenever they want to say 'I love you' or 'you matter' but can't get it out, the Nose Boop is an appropriate substitute. Westlie carries this tradition over to Lizzie from chapters 7-16ish before she really opens up.

I also loved coding Morgan as ADHD- although I'm not sure if that's actually symbolic, or only symbolic because it's not text-explicit. The color green is really important for Morgan though, and so are Statements of Fact.

After thinking about it, I also think "Sun" motifs are important in the AU, although I can't pinpoint why because I didn't do it intentionally. I think it's got something to do with Home vs a False Home. I'd have to go reread half a dozen chapters where my brain included Clockwork Suns, Relia, Morgan, Westlie, the Glorious, mycelium, and Otto. My subconscious' comparison of Relia to the sun and Morgan to the sun from Westlie's perspective definitely means something though!

Amethyst: Who is the Comfort Character™ of your wip?

Westlie. Hands down. I fell in love with her playing Skyfarer because she's just- some guy. She's good at what she does, but she's not a prodigy. Her family sucks. She was trained to be a workaholic. She has a temper. She hates going outside. She loves the sky. She doesn't know how to lead. She really wants a friend.

Writing Westlie is like writing a love letter to myself that even if you're a bit fucked up and placed in absurdly abnormal circumstances you can still grow, succeed, and be happy.

Emerald: Which of your characters is hardest to write?

Of the main trio, Lizzie. xD She's easy once I get into it, but getting into her perspective is really hard. You'd think she'd be easy because she's fucking 8 and I like writing her as deadpan/witty, but she's @justanormalseagull's true baby. :') I'm only now understanding what teenage!Lizzie would look like.

Teenage!Westlie and Teenage!Morgan are easy though. You just picture both of them on top of a dresser hissing like cornered possums and just kinda translate that to whatever batshit insane thing Morgan is doing for dopamine that night.

(Of the side characters, Otto. I want him to have this melodic growl-purr like The Railroad Man from Old Gods of Appalachia that I can't nail down on the first and second rounds of dialogue. Usually takes several passes for something I'm happy with.)

#ask game #:3333 #THANK YOU AHH THIS MADE MY MORNING #liztlie au

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megan-loves-surveys · 2 months

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I have no idea what number we are up to, so just say this is entry 15 lol.

What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? My phone is in great condition, not even a crack or a scratch on it.

Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? Yes, but I hated every second of it.

Who was the last person you talked to on instant messenger? My boyfriend.

Would you rather get pregnant at too young an age or never be able to reproduce? Never be able to, cos I don't want kids.

Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning? No.

Do you do your own laundry? I don't, cos my Mum insists on doing it.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Ever had a near death experience? I've been hit by a car and almost died, if I'd been 1cm in a different direction I'd have died on impact.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yes.

What are you excited for? In the next week or so, not much. But there's some fun stuff coming up.

Have you been to the beach this year? No.

Would you put your life on the line for anyone? Hmm.

Are there any bruises/cuts on your body? Not at the moment.

What was the last app you downloaded on your phone? I think it was the new Ticketmaster app.

Have you ever been to any supposed haunted locations? Did you experience anything weird? No, but I so want to.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Not sure, but it was really small and really cute.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Apart from me, my boyfriend.

What’s something you’re obsessed about right now? The new songs on the 20th anniversary edition of Girls Aloud's WWTNS album. There's 3 songs they never used, and they're all AMAZING. I can't stop listening to them!

Do you date outside your own race? Oh yeah, sure.

What are some of your turn-offs? Heavily into religion (if you're religious but don't mention it constantly, that's cool), doesn't want to go out and do stuff, super hairy (some hair on their chest and that is hot but please don't look like a sasquatch xD) etc.

Were you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No.

How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Two - my computer chair and a Wrestlemania chair from Mania 35, that I use to put clothes on lol.

Have you been craving any particular snack lately? Which? Always chips.

Can you recall the first film you ever saw at a cinema? No clue.

Who was the last person you had a good giggle with? My Mum.

Have you had any news of any kind lately? Not really.

How many times in your life would you say you’ve been in love? Once, currently <3

Do people hang up flyers around your neighborhood? No.

Are you an aunt/uncle? Would you like to be? I'm an only child, so I can't ever be lol.

Do you have raccoons where you live? No.

Do you ever keep fresh flowers in the house? No.

Have you ever made graffiti? Kinda - I used to skip maths classes at primary school to sit in the toilets, and I ended up graffitiing them lol. They called a school assembly to talk about it and everything xD They never found it was me, so I'm sorry to my school!

Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? Yes.

What makes a person physically beautiful to you? It's hard to pinpoint cos the guys I like all look COMPLETELY different to each other. Like my boyfriend doesn't look anything like the wrestlers and singers I think are hot lol.

Would you miss winter if it never came back? Why or why not? Hell no, I hate cold weather.

Does bad weather ruin your day? Why or why not? It depends what I'm doing - if I have to be outside a lot, then it would ruin it.

How long has it been since you moved out of the house you grew up in? I moved out of there in 2004, so 20 years this year!

What color shirt are you wearing? No shirt, I'm wearing a purple playsuit.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? Chocolate.

What is your favorite type of soup? Chicken noodle.

What is your favorite board that you’ve made on Pinterest? -

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? A candy/lolly of some sort probably.

What was the last flavor of tea you drank? I don't like tea.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? Kiwifruit.

Do you enjoy going to your local county fair? -

What was the last video game that you beat? I'm notorious for never finishing games lol. But I finished the first game of the Phoenix Wright trilogy the other day - I've played it numerous times before, but it was the first time I'd finished the one on the Steam version.

Do you like peaches? Yes! Yummy.

Have you ever had lice? No.

Do you believe in astrology? Not really, but it's fun to read about.

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? I like her a lot, she's extremely talented. Her albums are great and she's phenomenal live.

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? A pool most likely :P

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? I don't care tbh. As long as they help me, I don't care about their gender.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? Not sure tbh.

Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? Yes.

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? Be very confused, cos there's no way to mistake his man bits for someone who used to be female, lol. But I know you mean would I care if they were trans - if they told me straight up when we first met, then I'd be cool with it.

Have you ever dated someone in the military? No.

Do you know how to make origami? No.

How would you like to be proposed to one day? I don't want that.

When was the last time you saw your brother? -

Do you like chocolate and mint together? I don't like mint.

Have you ever had chocolate-covered gummy bears? Yes.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? I'm still in said relationship.

Do you remember the meanest thing the last person you kissed ever said to you? I can't think of anything truly mean my boyfriend has said to me. He's said things during sex, but they don't count xD

What’s your favorite Coke product? Coke Zero Sugar.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? Not sure.

Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend? Probably, I'm sure I've kissed a few people who had partners but didn't tell me.

How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday? Enough, lol.

If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be? Flatter stomach.

If space were easier to travel, would you want to explore it? No.

Describe the best thing about being inside. You don't get wet when it rains xD

Describe the best thing about being outside. Sometimes fresh air helps me feel better when I feel a bit shit. Also there's a chance to see cats and dogs LOL.

Ever faked an orgasm? Probably.

Do you like the sound of birds chirping, or does it piss you off? Depends how the bird sounds, if it's super screechy then it needs to STFU hahaha.

Ever wanted to be a vet? No.

Ever had an infection of any kind? Oh yeah.

Have you ever held a starfish? No.

What’s your favorite thing from Olive Garden? We don't have that in my country.

Do you use an instant messenger? If so, what is it? FB Messenger and Discord.

Which of your exes is the best looking? Probably... Lee.

Where did your last ex ask you out? At a bar, lol.

Do you consider yourself a nature person?

Not really.

What kind of collection would you like to start?

I have enough collections that I waste money on already xD

What helps you take your mind off your problems?

Playing games or watching YouTube videos.

Who do you miss, if anyone?

A few people.

What do you miss, if anything?

When WWE used to come to NZ lol, they haven't been to my city since 2016 :(

Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family?

I've never lived alone so I can't say.

What states have you visited, that you remember?

Let's see... New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts, Florida, Virginia, Texas, Louisiana, Illinois, Arizona, Nevada, California and I've also been to Washington DC. I've flown through and went on a train through a few others like Washington, Rhode Island and Connecticut. Pretty good for a Kiwi I think lol.

What countries have you visited?

NZ, Australia, USA, UK and I've flown through a few others like Singapore.

What countries do you want to visit?

Japan, France, Italy, Finland, more USA, more UK.

What states would you most like to visit?

I'd go back to most of the ones I've already visited for followup visits to do stuff I missed, not sure about new ones. Maybe Pennsylvania and Georgia to visit Philly and Atlanta.

What are five careers you’ve considered?

Lawyer, librarian, secretary (which is my current job basically), flight attendant and teacher.

Do you use a sunlamp when it’s cloudy?

No.

What’s your latest discovery?

Hmm.

What do you wish your hair looked like?

I wish it was longer and a bit thicker.

Which family member has your exact smile?

Dunno.

Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with?

Yes, we're still together and still in love haha.

What’s one thing you’re behind on?

Mox's indie matches, there's a few I need to catch up on and watch but I'm lazy haha.

Who was the last person you called?

My boyfriend.

Do you take pictures on your phone?

Thousands xD

How old were you the first time you loved school?

Dunno.

How old were you the first time you encountered God?

Never.

Have you ever hallucinated?

Probably.

Do you clean your place often?

Not often, but sometimes. It's not dirty, just messy.

Do you struggle to get by?

I do alright.

What color is your wristwatch?

I have a FitBit, it has a black strap.

If you had a girl and a boy, what would you name them?

I don't want kids, but I'd go with May and Nathaniel.

Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion?

Jon Moxley. He counts, STFU lol.

Do you still miss a friend who betrayed you?

No.

How many subscribers do you have on YouTube?

I rarely upload, I only have a few videos on it from concerts I've been to, but somehow I have 168 subs?

If you’d like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram?

I don't use it.

Do you use Snapchat?

See above.

Do you enjoy typing?

Yes, it's basically my thing lol. I do a lot of it for my job.

Are you a fast texter?

Yes.

Would you rather text or call?

Text.

Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them?

Yes.

Would you ever want to be a famous youtuber?

Maybe, but also probably not.

Do you know anyone who’s colorblind?

No.

#surveys #survey #personal survey #random survey

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zillyeh · 10 months

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Also Bess many sweeps ago

“Bess,” the grit of her voice gives you goosebumps when you’re not expecting it. Sometimes when you are. It’s soft this time. It’s been softer for a while around you, but not always. She still doesn’t trust you. She’s made you acutely aware of that.

“Zippie,” you say, the lilt of your voice makes it sound like a question. You sigh and stand when she doesn’t respond. Immediately you are startled back against the cool brick of the church at how fast and quiet she crossed the floor. Her eyes aren't as hard as they usually are, but they are clearly deep in thought.

"I need you to kick my ass," she says, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Huh?" you ask, not expecting that request, if anything. As far as you knew, you’d been summoned here to clean up rubble. She backs up a bit, crossing her wiry arms over her chest.

"Teach me to fight or whatever," she clarifies, her tough, aloof 'whatever' isn't enough to mask the reluctance in her voice.

"You can't fight," you say incredulously. She's skinny, but her arms are bound up like steel cables under her soon-to-be-colored tattoos. They reminded Bess of the broken muntins that once held stained glass windows high in the church walls. Absurdly delicate looking on something so brick-tough. Even relaxed, the pale skin of her bicep is hard. Her forearms, her hands…

She snaps her fingers in your face.

"Eyes are up here, princess." You wince at her biting little nickname for you. "No. I don't know how to fight. Not well, anyway."

You tilt your head to the side, sucking your bottom lip in while you think of a response.

"So you just do like, the verbal sparring thing huh?" you tease. She rolls her eyes, but stays focused on you.

"Trying to match my skill in the two, your majesty," he hums, his voice and disrespect once again giving you chills. Maybe that was the open wall above you, though.

"Who says I remember how, anyway?" you shoot, knowing your answer is going to be yes. You can't make it easy on her. Not even that you want to- you just naturally want to combat her for some reason you can't pinpoint.

"Irritating," he huffs back. "You've been out of the ring for what, a handful of sweeps?” Her gaze falls to your own arms in a way that makes you feel insecure.

With a huff you pull at a lock of the bright yellow hair sitting at your shoulders. “I’m so forgetful now,” you say airily. “Too many punches to the head made me stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” she says so fast that it snaps your attention back to her. Something about his earnestness makes you forget about being difficult. Zippie seems embarrassed about what just came out of her mouth. “You’re- I dunno, ditzy, but you’re not stupid.” She adjusts the mask hooked behind her damaged ear, looking at the rubble pile you sweeped.

“I watched more of your old fights,” she continues. You bristle before she can finish her thought.

“I told you not to-”

“You’re good, Bess,” she says over the rest of your sentence. “I need help that an ex stuntman and a fleet engineer can’t give me.” She starts to pace like she’s giving one of her sermons, running her fingers through her slowly growing buzz cut. You can’t help but watch her, flustered. It isn’t a secret that you hate Avalanche. You ran away from her on purpose. You don’t want that to be a part of you anymore. She has to know that. Just the thought of her makes you feel sick.

“What I intend to do here is dangerous, Bess. I don’t think anyone knows how to throw a punch like you can. If you want to pull your weight around here, do that for me.”

“Funding your nightclub isn’t enough?”

She pauses, looking at your fins with something inscrutable in her eyes. It isn’t nice though.

“No, it’s not,” she says simply. “You’re the one who wanted to do more here, so prove it princess. Teach me how to fight like a fish.”

Whatever annoyance you feel about her engaging with Avalanche’s old performance starts to melt at the way she says princess this time. However, you are still annoyed. She has a point, but you don’t want her to. After being reminded of your time in the coliseum circuit, you’re not sure how certain that ‘yes’ is going to be. What Steris said to you on your last day in the arena…

You look up. What he said… You never thought about it in all your supervised time up in the old north, but now you wonder. How many people took shelter in this church before that roof caved in? Were they all squished by falling rubble? Suffocated in the contained bubble of smoke that kept the rest of the city safe from what happened here? Not to even think of the barely standing buildings outside, the ones that house trolls too put down to try anywhere else.

How many people perished here?

On your ancestors orders?

The Undertaker is the only one who truly wants to make that right, isn’t she? For the people that live here?

“Fine,” you say after a few moments. The intense look on his visible face almost startles you.

“Good,” he says, an audible smile under his mask. “I’ll uh… start whenever you want me to then.”

You hum and pop your forefinger knuckle with your thumb.

“I think it might be fun to start now? While it’s on your mind.”

She narrows her eyes at you, but there’s something excited about the way she stretches her arms behind her.

“Alright, fine. Go easy on me though, will you, princess?”

#Zilly drabbles #dis asterism #i didnt know how to finish this forever so im leaving it as it is thank you goodbye #Bessba tag #Zippie tag #Bessba Vionyi #Zipper Anthem

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Death Note OC --- Terra (Written sheet)

I know, I know it's a LOOOONG sheet, but I've really fleshed her out and thought I'd post her sheet anyways even if no one wants it lmao.

Basic information

True Name: Aiko Yamagishi

In Japanese: 山岸アイコ

Alias/nickname : Terra, Terra Watanabe, T

In Japanese: 渡辺テラ

D.O.B: September 14th, 1989 (1992 if we're going by the anime version)

D.O.D: --

Status: Alive-- surprisingly

Ages throughout the series:

14-15 (pre-timeskip)

19-20 (post-timeskip)

22-23 (C-Kira story)

29 (A-kira story)

Height 5'5 (out of platforms), 5’11-6’0(in platforms)

Weight: 140LBS (63KG)

Blood Type: B-

Hair color: naturally black, but she will dye it from time to time

Eye color: Dark brown

Skin color: a rather pale complexion, though she was tanner at the beginning of the series

Other physical attributes

Clothing style: she tends to wear a lot of dark, gothic clothing-- mostly stuff that will make her appear taller and thinner. Some days she'll be wearing regular shoes, but for the most part she's wearing black platforms with red laces-- making her 4-5 inches taller than her actual height.

- You won't catch her without the two rosaries she's wearing unless she absolutely has to take them off for specific reasons (physicals, airports)

- No matter the clothing, she tries to wear something loose-fitting to hide her bust, which gained a lot of attention because it's larger than the average female in Japan. She'll get asked uncomfortable questions about it, mostly if she's had work done or if she'll go into more adult acting-- which she avoids.

Hair style: jaw length hair, often teased to appear spiky and bigger-- a common style for people at the time.

- Her hair style was a bit flatter when she was younger, especially after being introduced to light. She wore no makeup, was in a school uniform, and her hair wasn't teased for once. It does change a lot more throughout time, eventually her hair is longer and probably has more color to it.

Personality attributes:

Likes: alternative rock, junk food, tall shoes

- some of the foods she particularly enjoys are sweets, fast food, and will be huddled down in a corner with lots of chips, pastries, etc.

- tall shoes make Terra feel empowered and more intimidating (even if she already looks pretty scary with how she dresses and naturally looks mean).

You won't catch Terra listening to softer music, she's usually singing or playing loud rock music. She's fond of American rock, and learned how to sing in English through it.

Dislikes: egotistical people, cigarettes

- hatred for egotistical people began at a very young age, watching her mother attempt to start a new and find someone to help raise Terra, but only ended up seeing her mother get abused and spiral down the path of becoming more of an alcoholic

- hatred for cigarettes started from her mother also having a nicotine addition, which left their run down apartment and Terra's clothes always smelling like cigarettes. She also got sick frequently and has acute asthma because of it. Just the smell of cigarettes alone makes her feel violently ill.

Personality traits: snarky, rebellious, a tad flirty, intelligent, observant

- The rebellious attitude comes from her skipping school and having a tendency of being a troublemaker at times.

Strengths: her attitude and looks can persuade or intimidate a lot of people, she also is pretty good at acting and can improvise on the spot if she is feeling she is being cornered. Also, she understands and can speak English pretty well, but will pretend she can't at times just to mess with people.

Weaknesses: her snarky and rebellious attitude gets her into quite a bit of trouble at times. She also hates it when people bring up her past or treat her like an object when it comes to the Kira case since she was closely involved with the two main Kiras. (Light and Misa).

Acting Skills: improvisation, being able to craft believable costumes, and masking her emotions enough to make it hard to pinpoint what she was feeling at the current moment. It came in handy with being a singer and model.

Social life: Terra didn't have many friends growing up, and Misa was her only friend when she was still around her frequently. After growing distant from Misa, due to safety and starting to not like being seen as a suspect in the Kira case, she was temporarily staying with L after her mother's passing and eventually sent off to Wammy's house. It was safer for her to leave the country, since she did have a big target on her back.

Motivation: trying to stop her friend from spiraling down the Kira rabbit hole and stopping Kira from taking many more people closest to her.

Creativity: making clever disguises for herself to stay under the radar. She also is really creative with her comebacks and insults, shutting anyone down almost instantly. Pulling her way out of getting off a hit list is another thing, since she's got disguises and names she's made for herself as time goes on.

Willingness to act: very willing to act, even if its to avenge the people closest to her who was taken by Kira.

Relationships:

Friends: Misa Amane (Eventually drifted apart from Misa after finding out she was Kira #2 and having an obsessive devotion to Light), L (became close during the investigation, but only because she needed someone in that very moment. They had a sibling bond). Develops a familial bond with Near (close friends).

Family: Kiyoko Yamagishi (mother - Deceased), Unknown father (--status unknown--)

Enemies: Light Yagami

Relationships: N/A-- though she might have gotten with Mello as a trauma bond thing after L's death, and had a nasty break up because of the whole mafia and her being a big key to the investigation

Back story:

Basic information before ending up dragged into the Kira case:

Aiko Yamagishi, also known as Terra, came from a run-down, impoverished neighborhood in Tokyo. She doesn't know anything about her father, considering he left after she was born, and her mother stayed single after a few more attempts at trying to give Terra the father figure she needed growing up. Watching her mother get abused by short-lasted partners and spiraling down a road to Nicotine and alcohol addiction, Terra began to hate the egotistical people who took the once vibrant life from her mother. Her mother also began stealing from small businesses and grocery stores just to provide, which by the time Terra was 14, she began performing for money in small venues, including a local nightclub-- which she lied about her age to get into. Her mother did have two small jobs at that time too, which she eventually lost due to coming to work intoxicated or forgetting to show up. Terra just wanted to help provide, and saved any money she got from performing smaller gigs for necessities and getting acting lessons. Eventually, a talent scout picked up on her and offered her a job at a company, which she happily took. That was where she met Misa Amane, and the two became close, like sisters.

Pre- time skip:

Terra became a pretty popular name alongside Misa Amane, and was still performing and modeling. She even scored a few ad offers and television show parts, which she took. The two were always with each other, until Misa met a new guy that she expressed was the one. Of course, Terra's first thought was to be hyper-cautious and play 20 questions, but was reassured that the new guy in Misa's life was fine.

A few weeks into constantly hearing about Misa's 'prince charming,' Terra got the honor of accidentally running into Misa, who was of course with the guy. It was Terra's travel back home from school, not properly dressed to meet anyone, since the academy she went to didn't allow makeup or anything that made her a walking distraction.

Misa called Terra over and introduced her to Light, to which Terra simply sneered and stuffed her hands in her pockets when he offered to shake her hand. Terra then proceeded to call Light a chump and asked why Misa always found the most suspicious looking people.On the inside, Terra recognized Light as being the son of Soichiro Yagami— chief of police and being the same man who has tried to keep her mom behind bars. Sadly, Misa immediately apologized for Terra and talked about how younger kids were a little more unfiltered now-a-days.

Consequently, Misa decided to have Terra hang out with her, Light, and L--who became a more frequent face in the group too. Terra was forced to get to know Light as proof he wasn't just as bad as she believed, but she still didn't buy it. This would go on for days, until Terra expressed she wanted to hang out with Just Misa-- no other people, to which Misa declined the offer. This hurt Terra's feelings and she stopped wanting to hang around the 3 altogether. Her hatred for Light began here.

Terra did still keep in touch with Misa through text, telling her about school, social events, gigs, and even about her home life. One of her big mistakes was bringing up her mother going to jail for theft, after trying to rob a gas station for cigarettes she couldn't afford. What she didn't know was Misa would have been with Light at that moment of telling her. She also mentioned having permission to take her a care package with clothes, food, and some basic necessities.

The next morning, Terra got an alarming knock at her door. She awoke from the couch and went to go see who it was. There were officers at the door, but she couldn't seem to find her mother. She asked if she was still in the vehicle, and the policemen informed her that she was under arrest for the murder of her mother. This shocked Terra, for she didn't recall ever doing anything that could cause harm. She loved her mother and it was only a care package!

During questioning, Terra was beginning to break down. She expressed how she would never hurt her mother and how she was the only person left that cared about her. The police officer questioning her then asked why they found her foaming at the mouth due to cardiac arrest in her cell. A baffled Terra yet again explained it couldn't have been her and that it was probably the work of Kira. She even gave her book back for them to examine, only to find that she in fact didn't have anything on her that could have harmed any inmates. She was then questioned if she had any connection to Kira and she stated that she wasn't, which she started to doubt since Misa was acting weird and knew Light was a weird dude in general. They apologized and mentioned they couldn't send her home, since she was now orphaned and they wouldn't allow her to continue to live alone in a run down apartment. Terra ended up being put in foster care.

With the bizarre death of Terra's mother and the interesting answers she gave during her questioning piqued L's interest. He also remembered her to be one of Misa's friends and felt she knew a lot more than what she led them to believe. He contacted her, asking to meet up with her. She recognized the voice, but knew it to be Ryuzaki, the man who hung around Misa and Light shortly after she started visiting the group more. Unsure of what to say, she hesitantly agreed and the two met up at a cafe. Of course, Terra would be coming right after school and had to get permission from the foster home she was placed for the time being until she found a more suitable guardian to stay with. Ryuzaki introduced himself as L, the lead detective in the Kira case, which didn't really shock Terra. She discussed how she knew who he was after a period of time and had read into some of the work he had done over the years.

After briefly introducing each other, Terra went onto how she wanted to work with L one on one with a separate Kira case. Upon L's curious questioning of why she doesn't want to be apart of the main case, she stated that she knew Light could have been the first Kira and how Kira #2 would eventually figure out about her being so closely involved and want her dead before the case could be closed. Another thing brought to the table was Terra wanting out of being bounced homes until a guardian could be established, and she felt bad about abandoning Misa. Thinking about it, L decided that it would be best if she were to be put in the care of someone closer to her, than a stranger. Finally, Terra could get her friend back, bring justice for her mother's death, and a stable roof to live under. Though the stay would be short-lived.

On one of Terra's days off from school, she decided to hang around in Misa's room while she was away on a lunch date with Light. A drawer stuck out from her, being partially cracked. Curiosity got the best of her and she went to investigate it, finding a black notebook. Opening the drawer all the way, she finds the death note. Odd, this was the book brought up during one of the discussions with L during the past few weeks regarding Kira. Terra's heart sank and fear crept in. She couldn't believe her friend was Kira, or even one of the Kiras. She didn't feel safe anymore with Misa and immediately called L.

Due to safety, Terra ended up placed in L's care for a while, and so he can keep a closer eye on her while the investigation continues. They continued the case, but it became too dangerous with L beginning to feel that Kira was starting to catch word of another case being developed. He talked to Terra about it, and that's when her mask began to fade. The visible fear that displayed and how pale she turned. They knew she was a part of the case now, and she asked L if there was any way that she could simply go off the grid, to which he brought in Watari. Watari explained how he could contact someone who knew who ran an orphanage, and since Terra's life was on the line and was needed for the investigation, he suggested that Terra be sent there.

L agreed, telling Watari to contact the man in charge and get a plane ticket ready for that night. Terra left the country that night, flying out to a new country and preparing for a new life. She made a post announcement online, stating she will be taking time away to focus on her schooling, and hoping to be back in the spotlight again.

Post-time skip:

It's been 5 years since Terra was sent to Wammy's house. It felt rather lonely, considering everyone had been there longer and she definitely stuck out from the rest of the kids. She also hasn't heard from L or Watari in a while regarding the Kira case, which made her feel even worse. She spent a lot of her days, isolated from the other kids or watching the other kids play. Her height didn't help with trying to fit in, being the only female who's not only older, but the tallest. Looking different, dressing different, and being the oldest warranted a lot of bullying from the other kids.

One of the days, while watching kids play outside and sketching, Terra was called to Roger's office along with two other boys she didn't really know. Roger explained that he had gotten word of L's passing. Terra froze up, her eyes being the only key of what she had been currently feeling-- grief and anger all at once. All hope felt lost to her, and she backed away holding herself, trying to keep her composure. The blonde haired boy, close to her age piped up about who L picked as a successor, to which she wasn't one and didn't want to be apart the discussion anymore. She backed further into a corner as the argument pursued, staring at the ground, her face visibly distraught.

Continuing to listen, she heard about how the blonde boy was going to leave, since he didn't want to work with the younger, platinum blonde boy playing with a puzzle. This was Terra's chance to leave too, she was done with the Kira stuff and wanted to go back to being a normal girl. Her stardom and chance at a normal life were taken away and she could go back to building a career somewhere else. She piped up, mentioning how she wanted to go with the blonde haired boy. The boy was confused and didn't notice Terra there, to which she ended up giving a proper introduction, a slight bow, and holding her hand out to shake. The two made a deal that if she comes with him, she can be of use to stopping Kira-- to which she hesitantly agreed to. The two took off, along with one of the boy's closest friends.

Some time passed, with Terra being by Mello's side as he continued to try to dig further into the Kira case on his own. The two grew close over the period of time and established a romantic relationship, even if it was an unofficial thing. However, Terra didn't like the idea of Mello joining the Mafia in order to get closer to Kira. She was the closest in the case, but knew she didn't want to continue seen that way, so she gives input about Kira #1 and Kira #2 to him, which he passes along to his associates. She began to feel used after a period of time, often in her own little world while discussions were going on.

The line was drawn when Mello obtained a death note, and wanted to get closer to Kira by kidnapping those closest to him. Terra broke it to Mello she no longer wanted to be a part of his plans, and how she felt used. Terra even tried to explain how she knew that this wasn't who he really was, and that he should stop the way he's trying to stop Kira. The reaction she got wasn't a good one, as Mello seemed really upset. What she wasn't sure about was if it was because he actually loved her, or if he no longer had access to info through her. Either way, she packed her things and fled. A chase pursued by some of the men working for him, leading her to a rooftop. What they didn't know is she prepped for a situation like this and jumped off the roof, having a safety rope and harness on, making a perfect getaway.

A few days later, Terra began to track down the platinum blonde boy she knew back at the orphanage, hoping that she could contact him. Pinpointing him felt nearly impossible, but that was when she got a knock at her hotel room door. Upon opening it, she saw two special agents in front of her. Panic set in and she began to explain how she wasn't involved in anything bad and she didn't want to be sent back to where she ran away from. The agents explained how Near wanted her in person so they could speak. Her expression went to anger for a split second, before going back to a blank expression. She told them she didn't want to be involved, until they reminded her that she was a missing piece, to which she winced at it and hesitantly agreed.

The agents took her to where Near was located, the two having a discussion on the information over the years and Terra speaking briefly of where she's been for a period of time. The two decided to work together, jokes being exchanged back and forth of how much of a daredevil she was when it came to being put in constant dangerous situations-- regarding her recent run away from Mello and the Mafia itself.

Pinning down Kira ended up becoming a lot easier, as Terra began to start keeping a count of how many days they're going to confront Kira. They had a lot of information, though she was beginning to worry that her life or Near's was going to come to an end. So many more lives around them were lost, leaving Terra, Near, and a few SPK members left.

The day they finally confront Kira came. Finding him in the dingy, abandoned warehouse was a scene for sure. Terra knew that light had a complex, but believing he was a god amongst men only made her angry. He took everything from her, and the last thing she wanted to see was him laughing at them like they lost. She demanded why he killed her mother, took the only friends she had, and killed her ex-lover (despite their relationship ending on a bad note). Fear kicked in as Light spoke of how everyone in the warehouse was going to die, and Terra pulled the gun she had on her out, pointing it at him. Her finger, ready on the trigger, but she didn't have the heart to shoot-- until she heard a shot on the other side of her, panicking before looking over to see Matsuda with his gun drawn.

What she didn't see was Light planned to use his death note himself, and made a run for it. She began to get ready to chase him with her gun drawn still, only to be stopped by members of the task force. Reassurance that it was all over is what she needed, and what she finally got as Light was confirmed dead in another warehouse a few blocks from the one they had met in.

After the incident, Terra became rather close to Near and of course decided to join his team while continuing to build up her career as a model and singer. She lost all contact with Misa and assumed her to be dead as well, knowing that she'd never have her friend by her side no longer. She was just happy to move on from the situation and become good friends with Near and some of the task force.

C-Kira story:

It had been 3-years since the Kira case was solved, and Terra had grown to be more in the spot-light again. Near had stopped working on any more Kira cases, since a lot of them didn't interest him-- and that gave her more time to put more time into her career. However, she didn't really want to go back to Japan with people worshiping Kira and many copy-cat killers popping up. She apologized to her former company and began trying to continue from scratch in America. One day, while getting ready for an ad shooting, Terra got a call from one of the SPK members to meet them at Near's location to which she immediately left the studio to meet them.

When she got there, she saw near the building his tower of tarot cards. It had been a little while since the last time they saw each other, but he had grown and began to look a lot like L. Her appearance had also changed quite a bit, with her hair growing longer, her figure had filled in more, and she had two lip piercings. Although Near had warned the other two members to be wary of his tower, Terra stepped over it carefully to properly greet him. She squatted down, patting his head, her once hard, mean expression going soft.

This shocked agent Linder and agent Rester. The once blunt and intimidating looking Terra is able to not knock something over and is showing affection?! Terra looked to the others and asked why they were meeting up, and the topic of a new Kira killing weak people was brought up. Disbelief washed over Terra as she explained how it wasn't possible because the Kira they knew is no longer alive, and wouldn't kill sickly people or the elderly. It made no sense to her, and it upset her to know every killer with a death note was referred to as Kira-- even after what she had been through all those years ago.

However, Terra also agreed with Near's statement of how they shouldn't get involved, since L only took interest in cases that fascinated him. She was a prime example of what he took interest in. She believed it was up to the Japanese Police to be responsible for something that was happening in Japan. Standing up, and stepping over the tower, she waited for Near to make his announcement, ensuring Linder and Rester that Near knew what he was doing. After dismissing the agents, Terra decided to stay behind and help Near assemble his tower, jokingly offering to give him a tarot reading with all the cards once he was done. She was happy to now have alone time with him and not because she had to help him get a lead on any more cases. It had been a while since they spoke after all.

A-Kira story:

It has been a while since the last interesting Kira case, and Terra had fallen out of her singing career and was sticking more into the world of being an online influencer. She makes fashion vlogs, posts modelling pictures she's done herself, and even began posting artwork she's done. Her hair is short again and she doesn't tease it as much, but pulls some of it into loose ponytails. She also has begun wearing less baggy clothing. She was a lot more comfortable in her skin and simply rolled with whatever they had her model.

Terra and Near were already doing some research into the new Kira, when Linder and Rester arrived. Terra didn't mind revisiting the old case to help with the new one, but something still felt off. It was odd to Terra seeing a Kira who wasn't using the book to kill, and auctioning it for a large amount of money. She did admire the tactic though, for whoever got their hands on it will be responsible for who lives or dies. The only issue is who was going to get it.

Seeing the government officials, including the United States President bid for it was rather fascinating. As she watched it unravel, she mentioned how she had seen the book before, but never actually wanted anything to do with it or touch it. It still pained her to talk about it, since the last book she got awfully close to was her old friend Misa's death note. How ending the auction would go for as large as a quadrillion yen was hard to think about. Even Terra wanted to know how getting the money would be possible for A-Kira.

The notebook was eventually sold to the United States, and Terra refused to try to seize it from the government considering she lives in America as well, and doesn't want to get tangled in more trouble than she did in the past. It had become certain to Terra that meeting this kira would be harder, since he's not doing harm and he's sending the shinigami to do the work. Her interest in the case was no longer there and she went back to helping put together Near's shinigami statue.

The A-kira situation didn't harm anyone, thankfully, but Terra still didn't like that Kira was going to continue being praised as a god, even if lots of innocent lives were lost. She was definitely happy about leaving Japan now. Hopefully this means anyone who did get a hold of the death note will return it or not take the offer at all. Upon seeing Near admit defeat, it was the perfect time for Terra to convince him to take a break— offering the idea of building another card tower or play a couple board games.

#Death note #death note oc #oc #anime #anime oc #deathnoteoc #animeoc #character sheet oc #death note character sheet

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depollutingshosz · 1 year

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why is sharing my art on social media such a big deal for me?

just some rambles not anything fandom related!

Let me just get my reflections noted down so I can understand myself for a bit here. I'm easily distracted and my mind just feels very buzzed all the time, so I can't exactly pinpoint why I'm so nervous when I'm finally taking the step to publicize my fanarts. This will be awkward. I'm not so good with words anymore.

The thing is, I've always just observed fanarts. Artists who post on social media. I just started art back in 2020 and I've always been hyperaware of the level that my art is. I've jumped from artstyle to artstyle, never truly memorizing or building a proper process when creating. So whenever I'm infront of the canvas, I blank out for the whole time and when I finish, I don't remember what I did to make it look like that. I don't have consistency. All I know is that I was in the zone. And I never seemed to remember anything when I'm in the zone tm. I've always looked at my art and estimated how it would do in social spaces. A bad thing, really, and self destructive, I know. But you can't just tell your brain to stop, can you? Yeah I never got around to training my brain to stop that awful automatic response. Thinking about posting my art and how well it will be received by fandoms, or people in general, ruins my motivation. It's a domino effect, once I start thinking about numbers, I go down the rabbit hole of oh so awful social media predictions. Why do numbers even matter? Why would a set of data ruin my day, dictate my mood, and make me reevaluate my worth as an artist? What a confusing set of neurons my brain has. I know how much algorithms hate me.

Hence, why I'm so nervous when I've finally taken a step to make proper art accounts. It isn't such a big deal, isn't it? It's so easy to make accounts. What's the problem? Well. The thing is, now that I have the knowledge that I already have accounts that I can just. Post my arts on. I get all jittery and I feel this awful sensation of anxiety and suddenly the colors are all wrong suddenly the head is too big suddenly I need to refine the clothes suddenly the hand is too unhand-ish. I suppose sometimes it does help me correct some parts of my drawings? But getting obsessive is the risk.

Also. I dislike but want attention. I'm basically holding up a sign saying "ME. I NEED ATTENTION, GIVE ME ATTENTION!" but I'm hiding in the corner so only a few people can see me. But I want to share my art?? To have other people in on my little brainrots and headcanons and my amusing little creations. I want to be something to contribute to a thought in other people's brains about a fandom they're in? I suppose by this point of my reflection, I realize that I have a desire to create and share my creations even if it's a small fleeting thought in your head.

Though, I'm not so nervous posting my things here. It's a safe space, i guess. And once I post here, I'm sure I won't have the energy to make any changes to my content. So a tactic I can use to fight my own dumb dumb brain is to. Post in my little world. And the other vast, scary, (often toxic) spaces wouldn't matter as much.

As a final note, I haven't posted art here (who even am I and what fandom am I even in HAHA) because I keep finalizing my watermarks. What with ai and art theft all around, I at least want to practice caution. Do you realize I'm just making excuses?

#shosz talks #word vomits #self reflection #wow i had fun editing my little essay

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jjungcooks · 3 years

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JUNGKOOK+ 'Permission to Dance' Dance Practice

#jungkook #bts #btsgif #armiesnet #networkbangtan #mygifs #i adore his look he's so cute #but there's something i hate about this coloring but i can't pinpoint what #so whatever

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monstaxardeur · 2 years

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Warnings: soft angst

The leaves crunched under each step you took to a place where nostalgia was rooted. Your younger years made you yearn for such intense emotions yet nothing ever came your way back then and today it felt like a silly teens angsty dream. Summer night was breezy with the coastal winds and the night was lit up with street lights, the old park and its ferris wheel still was ever the same. The peaceful silence of your moment was broken by a known stranger, 'pretty' the voice said. You turned to your side and couldn't process for a second, what was he doing here? 'Did I intrude on your alone time?' he asked politely and you shook your head yet you kept looking on at the ferris wheel the colors kept changing but your mind was only focused on him. You heard gentle rustling in the background and then he suddenly showed up next to you and you turned to see the boy holding a stray kitten in his hands. You smiled immediately breaking out of your melancholic trance giving the little critter a few scritches.

'I'll take it home, maybe give it a place to stay' you heard last from him and watched him walk away feeling your heart sink realizing you'd been falling for him for far too long and you tried so hard to detach yourself from these feelings. You hated how it made you feel so wary of everything, your look, your actions, your vulnerability, you hated overthinking about it, 'why can't i make it go away' you'd ask yourself. If you didn't notice it didn't mean others wouldn't either. People who knew you could tell something was off but they couldn't pinpoint it, masking is key, you'd always tell yourself and yet somehow your mask would crumble thr most every time you saw him.

'Do you hate me or something?' He had asked that one time when he walked you back home from a friend's housewarming party. Your throat ran dry, how could you tell him that wasn't it? 'I can never hate you, it's quite the opposite. I am really fond of you, you're pretty cool and nice. You know I don't say this to anyone but my door's always open if you ever need anything.' Your tone was so matter of fact, trying your best to mimic your own genuine chirpy self on any other normal day. But the silence that followed was rather heavy until you both reached your doorstep. After exchanging the small talk of saying goodbyes you made sure to clarify, 'I am sorry if I ever made you feel that way I could never hate you.' You wanted to end it at that and head inside not wanting to feel the weight of the emotions and thoughts anymore. 'You won't ask me why I asked that?' He inquired and you looked away feeling it all come to the surface and yet you knew running away inside would only cause a rift in whatever tiny bit of a fleeting relationship you had of being somewhat neighbors. 'So why did you ask that?' you asked chuckling a fake one to lighten the conversation. 'Because you avoid me like the plague.' The words seeped deep if you were honest, 'Yet you say the kindest things to me. It can only mean..' he trailed off, a gentle playful smile splayed on his lips seeing your eyes widen in a little panic. He let the moment hang in the air for a while but for you the silence felt deafening. His smile albeit playful wasn't a smirk, it was soft, his eyes were kind as he stepped forward. He held out his palm and didn't meet your gaze when he said, 'I can hold your heart if it's heavy.' You couldn't help but let out a laugh at his cheesy dialogue though your eyes were already brimming. You didn't know when your soft chuckle turned into sniffles. The strain so visible it hurt your throat, your palms covered your face, you were crying. It was pouring out, you couldn't control it and hated how he had to see this.

His arms encapsulated you instead, his hands giving you gentle rubs on your back, 'Hey look at me it's okay.' He tried calming you, tucking your hair behind your ears and tried to get you to see him while you resisted being ashamed of yourself at that moment. After realizing you really couldn't hide forever you hesitantly looked up, voice croaking with soft apologies falling from your lips but you couldn't help but notice how his own eyes were glossy from holding back his own emotions having seen you like that. He still seemed concerned as he rummaged in his pocket for a spare napkin and you tried to excuse yourself inside. 'I should go home.' and he only asked softly, 'Would you like if I come inside, I make nice tea I swear, I don't think a single hug will be enough.' He was so close in proximity, fingers gently prying strands of hair away. You nodded agreeing to his offer.

You didn't know when you dozed off that night, he was right beside you keeping you company. You two had spoken softly to your heart's content, about your first loves if any and how it shaped you both in your respective lives. But when you dozed you didn't realize you were still holding on to his hands and he brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently and whispering, 'i love you too' he planted the next kiss on your forehead and fixed your blanket making sure you stayed warm.

In the days that came, when you found yourself quiet and alone with your thoughts, he'd be there, whenever your heart felt heavy he reassured it would be okay. It took so much of you to realize this could work that it would be okay, that he really did feel the same way as you did about him. If the summer breeze and the stars those nights could speak they'd say they witnessed so much fear and yet so much love, when everything around us is sound we often get scared we aren't worthy and often sabotage ourselves.

And finally there was a day when you proclaimed your love to Changkyun with such confidence and strength and he had crumbled in your embrace with such softness, tired of having waited for such an outright confession. His embrace was firm but he seemed tired and you whispered soft promises to him. 'Changkyun..,'

'I love you'~

mood song: falling in love by cigarettes after sex

#monsta x #changkyun #i.m #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #moodsong

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poguestvff · 3 years

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LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #wheezie cameron #wheezie cameron x reader #rafe cameron #sarah cameron

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lilred8220 · 3 years

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Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #Spotify

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bnha-butterfly · 3 years

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Synopsis: Sakusa could never have imagined he would die like this, and he definitely didn’t know he would love like this either

Warnings: this story includes graphic depictions of drowning, major character death (technically but not really)

W.C: 1.9k+ words

A/N: based off of this post that I made a while back and the fact that I really want to play dungeons and dragons. Also I really wanted to write that drowning scene and I spent three days on it.

This was beta read by @ramelanin Who is easily one of my favorite writers on this platform. Ramen I love you. Mwah <3

Sakusa struggles as he is pulled from the berth of the ship for the first time in weeks. The air is so salty he can taste it. It’s smell is strong, it's almost nauseating but he’d prefer the salty smell and taste of ocean air then the stagnant air of the sleeping quarters he’s been kept in since he’s been forced on the ship. His hands are bound tightly in heavy metal cuffs and the skin around them is an angry red color. Rubbed raw from how long they’ve been on him.

It happens quickly. Almost so quick that he doesn't realize what’s happening until he is falling several feet from the deck of the ship to the churning waves of the ocean below. His skin is bathed in warmth as he plummets. His screams muffled by the tape placed over his mouth, and for a second he wonders if this is what Icurus felt like when he fell. The warmth of the sun was soon replaced with the icy cold feeling of the waves encompassing his body. He tries to stay calm. Knows that if he panics he will drown that much quicker. So he tries to hold his breath. Kicks his legs in some futile attempt to swim or at least break the surface of the water.

His mass of curls float upwards as he continues to sink. The sea water stings his eyes but there is a dull pain in his chest that is so much worse.

Don't panic. Don’t Panic.

He repeats the words like a mantra in his head. But how can he not panic when he knows this is how he will die. His chest burns a searing white as he tries to focus on anything else. He lists off anything he can think of in an attempt to avoid the way his chest feels. It’s just so hard to do that with the way his lungs cry out for oxygen. Aching for something he cannot have.

Don’t panic. Don’t Panic.

The sun's rays twinkle down at him, tinted blue from the water and filtered through the floating strands of his hair.

Don’t Panic. Don’t Panic.

At this point his body is holding his breath on autopilot. The flame in his chest grows hotter and hotter the longer he lasts and he just wishes he could pass out from the pain. His body gives up. The need for air is so fierce that his body just relaxes. His shoulders drop, there is no more flailing or kicking or anything.

Don’t Panic. Don't Panic. Don’t pani-

Panic.

Panic because there is salty ocean water that he can feel fill the back of his throat. This is how he will die. He tries to sputter out whatever is there but it is no use. Not with the tape over his mouth. His vision warps, and the edges of it turn dark. So with his face turned up to the sky, sunlight twinkling through the water down past strands of his hair to him in a taunt, casting shadows over his face his vision goes black.

Sakusa wonders if he is dead. He attempts to open his eyes but he can’t even tell if he succeeds. His surroundings are dark and wet and cold. His body still encompassed in water. He must be dead, and for a second he lets his mind wonder if his body will ever be recovered, or if he’ll just decompose slowly amongst the fish and crustaceans. His mind does not linger on those thoughts long as he feels a hand caress his cheek. It is warm and comforting and he cannot help but lean in to the touch.

“It is such a shame to see such precious cargo tossed overboard.”

A voice chimes. He can't quite pinpoint what direction the voice is coming from and to his surprise it is not muffled or gargled by the water. Water. He is still surrounded by water….isn’t he? He must be, right? He can fee-. He can't feel anything. Not the cool water or his fingers flexing as he attempts to move them. All he can feel is the hand on his face. Don’t Panic, he finds him telling himself once again.

The hand on his face retreats and he cannot help the way he instinctually moves his face to chase after the touch. Eliciting a chuckle from whoever or whatever it is that is talking to him. He can’t remember the last time he had felt a touch as soft and warm as that one.

“Wouldn’t you like to get even with the people who did this to you?”

“Get even? You mean revenge?” Sakusa says and realizes that the tape is no longer over his mouth. He hears his own voice and just like the voice of whomever it is speaking he doesn't sound muffled or gargled by the water.

“Yes revenge. I mean…could you really be satisfied dying here?”

Sakusa takes a second to think, and in that second he is reminded of the burning in his chest. The way his vision warped and dimmed. In that second he feels just how scared he was. The way realizing he was going to die made him feel helpless. He hated feeling helpless.

“I don’t want to die here” Is the only answer he can muster up, voice shaky.

“Then open your eyes and take my hand”

Sakusa opens his eyes and is surprised when they are not met with an assault of salty ocean water. Instead standing in front of him eye to eye is the most ethereal person he has ever laid eyes on. Illuminated by what little sunlight reaches them. Their hand stretched outwards between the two of them. He takes in his surroundings. Pitch black. It is almost like the two of them are standing within the void. The only light is the one that shines above them. He tilts his head up and the sun stares down at him, filtered through water. Twinkling down at him the same way that it did when he was drowning. He flexes his fingers and his toes. Stiff, but at least he can feel them again.

He returns his attention to the person in front of him. Although, he isn’t sure if he can really call them a person. They are beautiful, yes. But, the sides of their face is speckled in scales reminiscent of a serpent and if he looks closely their eyes glow dimly. They wink at him and he is suddenly made aware of how hard he must have been staring at them.

“What will happen if I take your hand?”

“You won’t die. You’ll get that revenge I can tell you crave.”

“What do you get out of it?”

“I mean what does that matter? You said you don’t want to die here and I’m offering you a way not to.”

He stares down at the hand.

Just like that he’d be alive again. Just like that he could get even with the people who tried to kill him. So he takes a deep breath and shakes the outstretched hand. A bright yellow light emits from where both hands are latched together.

“You made the right decision” The voice says, and he doesn’t even have to see their face to know that there is a smile on it. He wonders what he just got himself into as the light from their joined hands dim.

“What now?” He asks as he gazes back up into dimly glowing eyes.

The person tilts their head, caresses his cheek. “Just one more thing and then you’ll never have to panic again.” The hand moves from his face to play with the soft strands of hair at the base of his neck.

He goes to ask another question. But, as this person’s palm comes in contact with the untouched skin at the base of his neck he is met with a searing white heat at the point of contact. His eyes widen and he goes to pull their hand away but the grip on the base of his neck persists.

“Don’t Panic.” They say. “Trust me.”

He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to not panic when the burning persists. How is he supposed to trust someone he has only just met?

“The sooner you relax the better it will feel.”

So he tries to relax. But, relaxing isn’t really possible when it feels like there is a piece of red hot metal being pressed into your skin. His vision warps and darkens and he passes out from the pain.

When Sakusa comes to, he finds himself coughing up water. A side effect of drowning he supposes. He checks his surroundings, and is surprised to see he is in a humble looking room. A bed, a nightstand with an oil lamp and pack of matches next to it, and a mirror across the room close to the door. Sakusa gets off of the bed, pushing the sheets aside and goes to look at himself in the mirror. He feels pins and needles in his feet but ignores the sensation.

He stands in front of the mirror. He looks okay for the most part. His hair is a mess and his eyes look as if he hasn't slept in a few days but that’s about it. He isn’t clad in the billowy white linen shirt and black trousers he died in. Instead, he stands in the mirror wearing a cream colored cotton shirt and brown trousers. His skin smells of salt and he could crave nothing more than a decent shower, or even a half-decent shower. He feels his stomach growl and sighs. Food. He’d need food first, then he could get a shower.

He takes a second to attempt to straighten out his appearance. He runs his hand through his hair a few times, and as he does that one of his fingers graze a rather tender spot on his neck. He turns his head ever so slightly and gently brushes his hair out of the way to get a better look, and there on his neck clear as day is a deep red circle of what looks like brambles with four overlapping diamonds in the middle. He touches it cautiously as he inspects it.

Just as he decides that the door to his room opens. He takes a cautionary step backwards and then he sees the same person from before. Just as ethereal and supernaturally beautiful as ever, although this time there are no serpentine scales adoring their face. No dimly glowing eyes and no long, pointed, sharp looking nails.

“Good you're finally awake! I thought you would be out for an entire week”

“You..you're the person from earlier”

“If by that you mean the person who kept you from dying then yes.”

“What did you do to me?”

“What is it with you and asking questions? We don’t have enough time to discuss all that. You’re probably hungry and there’s complimentary meal in the tavern downstairs if you’re stayin in the inn. So why don’t you stop asking questions and we get you some food instead?”

As if his stomach knows he's going to disagree it makes a noise in agreement, and he isn’t left with much room to refuse. “Fine. But, when we’re done you’ll explain everything to me.”

“We'll see about that. You’d think you’d just be happy you're alive.” They say with a roll of their eyes. “Let’s just go get some food into you and see what this little fishing port has to offer.”

Just like that Sakusa finds himself being led downstairs hand in hand with a person he has only really just met. But, he doesn't panic and instead wonders what he has gotten himself into.

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu!!#sakusa angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #drowning #tw drowning #tw: drowning #morpho writes #I want to play Dungeons and dragons so badly #also that drowning seen as one of the best things I have written to date

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syrupa · 3 years

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Hello there! I hope you are fine. I jist found you and I need to say, since I'm gay for these girls I'm absolutely delighted! If match-ups are open, I'd like to have a romantic matchup!

So uh I'm 17, INFP, a pisces and a pansexual, I use she/her pronouns. My love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

For the hobbies; I love watching anime, literature, myths, listening and observing people, comforting people or just listen their rantings, reading, listening music and singing.... I am not that good at gardening and stuff but sometimes I do this as well...

For my personality, I'm that mom-friend that every friend group has. Need some painkillers? BAM! Need some pads? Do you need 1 or 50? You are hurt? Don't worry I have an aid kit. Your stomach or head hurts? Honey, don't you worry I have a various kind of herb teas with myself.

If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, that person is me. If somebody hurts my friends I go like "So you are saying that he/she/they broke your heart? Okay give me the names and addresses. Now."I would deal with them and then say "So do I need to break some more faces?"

But I'm actually very kind and smiley. I'm the kind of person who smiles at strangers, hold the door for them, talk with a waiter casually and smile at them as well. I never judge someone for their nationality, skin color, language, sexuality etc. And If I see someone bully another person for these reasons or another one, I stand against the bully and if needed I beat them. Yet, I'm one hell of an insecure and anxious girl and I bite my lips a lot and I also pick at the skin of my fingers when I'm absolutely anxious and always carry band-aids to cover them because a few people in my family( not my parents though) made me feel bad about them but still, I don't like showing this vulnerable state of mine to everyone so I bottle up everything.

I may seem like an cold and serious person at first meeting but over time I'm the biggest goofball and crackhead you can ever see! Sometimes I'm a bit sarcastic and tease my closest friends a lot- ofc I never offend them. I know what they are insecure about( if they are, WHICH isn't allowed on my watch.) and my friends always tell me that I kinda flirt with them but I never realize and When I actually try to flirt, I can't? But I also know how to be serious as well.

My ideal date would probably be an indoor one. Like cooking together, watching a movie or reading a book or just cuddling while some soft music plays in the background.

For my likes and dislikes, I HATE the unnecessary hate. Like, to everyone and everything. Be it black people, asians, LGBTQ+ people, animals, like anyone living! I believe that everyone's life( except a few shits' 😡😤) is a gift so I seriously don't understand hate. I also hate eggplant since I have an allergy and the last time I ate it, I did vomit for 3 days🤮

For the likes, I guess I cannot really pinpoint something but I love books and every meal with chicken🤤! I also love cleaning and tidying up too!

That was soooo long and I apologize for that! I didn't want to include more since I literally poured everything about me here 😅 Thanks a lot in advance and I hope you have a great day! Bye bye👋

I match you with...

Toru Hagakure

You'd meet on a public bus. The two of you sat next to each other, minding each others business. However, Toru noticed you picking at your fingers. She lightly tapped your shoulder and offered you a napkin to cover it with. You kindly declined, telling her that you had some bandaids but she insisted you have the napkin just incase. In the end you thanked her and took the napkin.

After that, Toru started some small talk. Of course, you went along with it. The conversation went very well. She was a pretty funny girl who had you laughing a lot. Your interaction went so smooth, from afar it would look like you've been friends for ages. When she had to get off, she asked for your number. You happily gave it to her and she waved you goodbye.

You and Toru would message and meet up with each other often. If you said you didn't fancy the girl you would be lying. She was funny, nice, and cheerful! Who wouldn't? It started out as a small crush. But of course, it turned into you thinking about her 24/7. You had even started to drop everything just to hang out with her. In return, she would do the same for you.

Your other friends would tease you for this. To them, it was pretty obvious you liked Toru more than a friend. Your friends also noticed how she was always talking about you. She would try to message or be with you every second of the day. She'd also buy you little gifts saying they reminded her of you. Hell, she would even leave lingering touches. They told you all of this, wanting you to just confess. But, you would always tell them that you probably didn't deserve a girl like her and how she was just being kind.

This went on for almost two years. Two years of hanging out with her every single day. Two years of hiding your feelings for this girl. Your friends had stopped trying to get you to confess, thinking this was a hopeless situation. But Toru's friends on the other hand had just started. Mina had came up with a dramatic idea for Toru to confess. The invisible girl obviously didn't want to go through with the plan, saying she'd confess someday. But that didn't stop Mina.

One night while you were studying, you heard a noise from your window. You quietly opened the window, expecting it to be a bird or something. When you looked out, you saw Toru and her friends outside in cheerleading outfits. Toru was clearly embarrassed as Ochako put on some cheesy love song on from a speaker. They proceeded to perform a quick dance. In all honesty, it was pretty bad. But you'd be lying if you said it wasn't cute. At the end of the dance, Mina had shouted that Toru wanted to take you out someday. Giggling, you shouted back that you'd love to go out sometime.

Although that was extremely cringy and cheesy, it was funny and made for a fucking fantastic story to tell.

Once you finally made it offical, Toru became very clingy. She loved holding your hand and hugging you when you're not expecting it. After long and hard days, she'd pamper your face in kisses. On sleepless nights, you'd cuddle with her and read her mythical stories until you both fell asleep.

She adores how reliable you are. She often feels like a background character in her own life and doubts her abilities to become a hero. You're quick to comfort her and make sure she knows her worth. Of course, she does the same for you. Checking up on you, complimenting you, comforting you, etc. Toru is basically your personal cheerleader for life. When you're insecure or anxious, leave it to your loving girlfriend to reassure you and kiss your worries away!

She started carrying bandaids around herself for you. Even though you always have some, she brings extra just in case. When you started dating her though, you'd pick at your fingers less since she always wanted to hold hands. Whenever you're biting your lip, she taps your shoulder and asks you for a kiss.

When you accidentally flirt with her she gets really giggly and nervous. She never brought it up cause she didn't want to embarrass you so she just took it. It's so cute that you started to flirt with her on purpose. Once she realized you were doing it on purpose, she playfully hit your arm and said something along the lines of, "YOU CAN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT [NAME]!"

Sometimes you and her lay down in her bed together while she rambles about her day. It's really relaxing for both of you. She likes to talk a lot and you like to listen. It's perfect! Also it's an excuse to hear her beautiful voice.

She started picking up on your motherly acts. Always providing everything people need with little to no hesitation, being the shoulder for her friends to cry on, etc. Toru really looks up to you and can say with confidence that you make her an overall better person.

Your playlist consist of many love songs. I don't make the rules. Also she encourages you to sing all the time. She loves hearing your voice. And when you two sing together? AAAAAAAA It's very cute and adorable. Everyone you meet is 100% at least a little jealous of your relationship.

Baking dates are her favorite! She's obviously not the best at baking but those dates are always filled with laughter and smiles. On those dates, you two try to make loads of desserts. Cookies, Cakes, Cinnamon Buns, etc. You both know it's not healthy but neither of you really care. The kitchen always ends up messy after these days. Once you and Toru decide it's time to call it a night, the day ends with midnight cuddles whilst a movie plays in the background.

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #anime matchup #toru hagakure matchup #syrupa-matchups

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s-mething-mbti · 3 years

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Hello! I just found this blog, I am so happy! I am sorry for the verry long ask here but could you help me figuring myself out??

Before starting, I am a 20 y. o girl and I have anxiety disorders... Also, I am not really fluent in English. As I can read and understand very well, writing is always a bit tricky...!

1. I first took tests (I saw somewhere it would be more appropriate to say "questionnaire" as there is no good or wrong answer, but I don't really know haha). I got INFP, and just went with it. A year later I took other tests and got the same results, but I did not really think it "clicked" as I thought these tests did not take enough into account...

So I tried looking into cognitive functions, kept a record of some of my behaviours and why I reacted some ways... But the more I looked into it, the less I could narrow down to fewer things. Thus I figured I could need help in order to find at least a direction for searching ^^'

2. I absolutely love reading the same books over and over again, watching all over again the same series to the point I know them by heart. I could go all day binge-watch or binge-reading the for the 15th time the same thing. I also love reading reactions from people about these same series / books! I also absolutely love daydreaming. Many times, I stop every 5 pages or 6 minutes of watching to run in my flat to get a shoot of fantasies (sometimes fueled by what I was just watching/reading). Outside from home, I love going to bookshops (2 to 3 times a week, preferably during off-peak hours, I am not comfortable at all in crowded places).

3. I kind of think I am not someone really pleasant to live with. I speak a lot, I love speaking, but I don't listen (mostly because I can't concentrate on it, I am focused on showing I am interested in what I am not listening to by noddind or maintaining eye-contact, and also a lot of times at home because I don't care). In fact, I can only concentrate on what is said if it involves one of the things I read or watch again and again or if it is a subject I really like. Also, at home, I tend not to do what I am told, because I want to show that I could have thought about it and done it by myself. However, when I am outside, with other people, I am unable to say "no", even if I end up not doing it, or I find excuses not to do it or not to accept it and feel bad about it.

4. My friends, and even my mother, told me I was very kind, bordering too kind. Taking in account what I said in (3.) I don't understand how they can think that...

5. Leadership: I really dislike taking leadership. I don't want and am scared to impose my view on others (and most of the time I just have nothing to say, head empty). At school I hated group work except if it led to an oral exam (oral exam alone is worse than everything, I cry in front of everyone, so if someone can speak with me or for me it is better). However, if no one gives direction, I take the very minimal lead because otherwise the work would not be done at all and we would spend hours looking at each other (I would only say "I could do that, what are you most confortable doing? And I can also reshape/review the text at the end if you want" ). The only thing I am confident with in group work is proof-reading, I love correcting mistakes, in fact I can't let a mistake pass if I see one (I must be so annoying...).

Self-expression: I love saying how I feel to my close friends, like I want them to validate my feelings. I often ask "how are you" firstly out of courtesy, and secondly because they will ask me in turn and thus I can say everything I want to say. In fact it is often self-pitying. But if someone tells me to move on because it would not make things change, I might start being harsh or lash-out. At the end of the conversation or after parting, I almost every time feel bad because I finally notice that I did not ask anything or enough to my friend, and that it is wrong.

Also, I rarely interact with people on the bus or in the streets even if I sometimes really would like to. But if I do so it is mostly in order to show that I have knowledge on the subject in question, and only after that in kindness.

However, I hate asking people to do something for me (except little things like passing me the salt or giving me a glass of water). If I do so, I fear that people are reluctant to do it, or do it because they have to. I would prefer if they proposed it by themselves and if I could be really sure that they are doing it because they want to.

6. Novelty : it would be true to say i dislike change or novelty. Several facts: when I was 2 or 3, I didn't like watching new movies, so my mom had to put them in background, and I would pick interest later. In primary school I cried an awful lot because we were throwing away our broken sofa. At the end of middle school, I didn't want to go to high school because I felt better as things were. Same thing at the end of high school, and same again at the end of my 3rd year of university. Right now, new metro lines are in construction. I think of metro network as my playground (I love taking the metro), and the fact that the network as I know it will change somewhat makes me uncomfortable. I always prefered how things "were before". (I think it feels kind of confortable this way)

7. I procrastinate a lot. So much in fact. I hate being late because it is disrespectful, but I am always just on-time or late. I am also disorganised and can't follow plannings. I guess I am too lazy...

Another thing is that I am obsessed with identity. Pinpointing who I really am has been an obsession for many years. If I could be unique by knowing who I am, it would be a great accomplishement to me. When I was young, I would have an obsession for wearing items of a certain color because it was my trademark. Same for favorite animal or favorite season. It leads me to be quite envious at times.

Also, I often think of what impact my behaviour might have on others. For example at school, I would come back several times (but not all times) for exams if I was not too sick because otherwise I would have had more time to study with no drawbacks, and it would be unjust to the others. I also care a lot about what people would think about me, even if it does not really seem to be the case after everything that has been said haha.

Finally, I have a strange relationship with helping others. I really would like to help, because it is the right thing to do and it is kind, but when a situation presents itself I think "ugh why me". If I turn a blind eye, I feel like a monster. If I help and fail I feel bad. If I help and succeed I feel really good and proud of myself, but these situations should not occur too many times as they make me feel anxious before, during and after. On the other end, I am very bad at comforting, and often do it badly. I don't like seeing people cry, it hurts, but otherwise I don't understand how people feel.

Well, after writing this I have the impression of being a complete paradox and not someone to speak to hahaha! I have so many things to change in order to be more pleasant to live with!

Well... sorry for the long text! And thank you for everything!

I’m leaning towards ISFJ.

I’m seeing strong Si/weak Ne. You gave several examples to show you’re much more comfortable with what’s familiar, and resistant to change. Re-reading/watching media, trouble letting go of familiar items, your mom playing movies in the background until they were familiar enough for you to enjoy - all strong examples of Si throughout your whole life. Also, your first example of familiar media still giving you inspiration/fantasies is a great example of Si/Ne working together.

I can see young Fe in being “too kind,” and having trouble saying No to people. You don’t like imposing your needs on people, and are aware when you can’t meet someone else’s needs (“I felt bad I didn’t ask my friend enough and that is wrong.” or “If I help and fail, I feel bad.”) You show an awareness of the impact of your behavior on others, and have a sense of “social courtesy.” You gave a good example of Si/Fe in saying “I ask ‘How are you’ first out of courtesy…and then they will ask me in turn.”

Lower Ti shows through a bit in your enjoyment of proofreading and correcting mistakes, or when you said you engage “to show I have knowledge on the subject.”

#ask #type me #isfj #mbti #myer-briggs #Anonymous

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Humans are Space Orcs “Teenagers.”

Hello everyone, sorry for vanishing for a few days, but now I am back and ready to write.

I would ask for any prompts or ideas you guys have for stories. Sometimes I go through times where I can't think of any ideas, and this is one of those times. Your help is appreciated

Somewhere between Mars and the asteroid belt

The Delta-5 passenger transport had fallen out of warp rather violently. Granted, with a delta class warp engine she could only make jumps inside the solar system, but at any range, coming out of a warp unexpectedly is violent.

The brightly painted yellow of the passenger ship was a streak in the darkness for a single moment before the emergency engines kicked in and pulled her to an abrupt halt. Inside, the ship was filled with startled screams and cries of pain, from the twenty person class of Martian students on a return trip from the asteroid belt.

Not all schools have the funding for their own spaceship, mind you, but as one of the most prestigious boarding schools on the solar system, there were some perks. However, violent whiplash wasn’t appearing to be one of those perks, and in the commotion, no one noticed as a lone student silently slipped back to their seat, handily concealing a shiny silver object in the pocket of her pants.

A distress signal followed the sudden loss of warp, and it was almost an hour that the students sat there before a call of awe came out from the back of the ship, and all the students piled together to see out the cramped side windows at the massive military warship bearing down on them from above. She was massive, almost the size of two football fields from end but reaching skyward. It’s rear engines glowed with blue power as it gently slid next to them despite it’s cumbersome bulk.

A single line of white lettering could just be seen at the spine of the ship reading

U.N.S.S Harbinger.

***

Krill and Sunny accompanied Commander Vir from the bridge, arriving in the docking bay just as the small, yellow passenger transport was pulled in from the airlock and gently dropped onto the deck. Once secured, the doors were opened.

As Krill and Sunny stood next to the commander, they couldn’t help but notice his uncharacteristic lack of good humor.. In the light of the docking bay his arms were crossed, his mouth had been pulled into a deep brown, and his single eye was narrowed with distrust at the little yellow ship.

The doors were opened, and the students came spilling out. Krill didn’t have much experience with this sort of human…. Teenagers. Physically, they had smoother faces, and the males and appeared skinnier with reduced muscle tone, but other than that, he wasn’t likely to be able to tell the difference.

“Look at them.” The Commander muttered under his breath, “Little Vultures.”

Krill and Sunny exchanged a confused look, and rill ventured a question, “I’m sorry Commander, but I…. don’t follow.”

The Commander’s expression remained dark, “Behold my inhuman friends, the worst kind of human, the bane of earth, the very incarnation of Evil itself. They have the magic ability to pinpoint whatever insecurities you have and used it in psychological warfare against you.”

Krill and Sunny turned to watch the humans. Some huddled together in small groups, others standing alone shoulders hunched looking down at the floor, and still others gazing around the docking bay in wonderous amazement

“Sure…. Commander…… Evil.” Sunny said watching two of the humans hug each other, in a clear attempt to find comfort, “I’m shaking.”

The commander glowered at her, and then turned on his heel to march towards the line of humans.

Sunny chirped an approximation of a laugh, “Wait, hold on commander, my knees are weak, I can’t keep up.”

He continued to ignore her as he marched up to the line of students. Of course, with the clanking of his mechanical leg, they noticed him coming long before he made it, and as they strolled up, Krill couldn't help but notice as a group of them broke out into a fit of giggling as they watched the commander approach, a fact that was not lost one the man, not that the students would have been able to tell.

However, Sunny and Krill knew him well enough to see the stiffening of his back , and the slight redness at the base of his neck, “Alright, the lot of you, quiet down.” His voice was loud enough, and commanding enough to get partial attention, but even as they looked at him, there was still ore snickering, giggling, and students checking their personal devices. A couple of them continued to whisper quietly in the back of the group. Of course quietly actually meant one grade below a normal voice.

Sunny was able to pick out the word “eyepatch.” from the conversation.

The Commander’s frown grew deeper, and he turned to Sunny.

She was happy to oblige the request, quickly clearing her throat, and then releasing a screeching battle cry that made the walls and floors rattle.

That got their attention.

“About time you all shut the hell up.” He growled. Sunny shifted uncomfortably not entirely sure what had gotten into the commander.

Krill watched the students, and quickly became aware that many of them only had one default setting, and that was the continuous rolling of their eyes, often accompanied with a deep sigh.

“Now, I find it very unfortunate that your ship broke down, mostly because now I have to babysit you, which I would rather not do. But here we are, and there are a few ground rules you need to follow.”

More eye rolling, which was not lost on the captain.

He turned his eye on one of the worst offenders, “Go on, roll your eyes again, see what happens.” The stare the commander gave him could have coagulated blood, and the student looked away as his classmates snickered, “That a bunch of disrespectful bullshit, and they don’t pay me to tolerate it. If you want to be a little shit while I explain life-saving rules to you, than I won’t feel bad when you wander somewhere you shouldn't and radiation causes all your skin to deglove. Yes, that is exactly what it sounds like….. am …. I ... clear?”

The group of them nodded rather slowly, and Krill noticed a couple of eyes twitch. A couple others looked back and forth between each other exchanging looks.

“I am Commander Vir, and this is the UNSS Harbinger, this is my weapons specialist Sunny, and my chief medical officer Krill. I am in charge of the ship, and while you are on board, you will follow my orders just like any member of my crew. I will not tolerate shenanigans, whining, complaining, arguing, and any other accompanying bullshit that you may be likely to bring aboard my ship.”

He turned his head in another wide circle making eye contact with each and every one of them.

As his eyes passed over a group of the students, Krill watched them burst into another fit of giggling turning to look at each other.

The single eye snapped around to glower at them, “Something Funny!” He demanded

The girl in question went bright red and then stammered out a, “N… no.”

More giggling erupted from somewhere in the back.

The commander didn’t look pleased. A rope that was already beginning to fray snapped, “Alright, that’s it, the brig, the lot of you.”

A gasp rose up from the students, and the teacher as she protested.

The commander turned, “If you cannot take the rules seriously than you go exactly where you belong. The brig. You may leave when we reach Mars.”

Sunny and Krill exchanged a glance as the commander stormed off.

“Changeling, brain injury, or mind control.” Sunny wondered

Krill shrugged, “Search me.

No one noticed a form slipping away quietly as the rest of the students were shepherds away.

***

Sunny and krill sat quietly in the darkness of the bridge watching their friend, as he leaned against the upper platform railing glowering out at the field of stars, and the small red dot that was Mars.

He had been like this all evening sullen and silent withdrawn into himself.

Sunny noticed the figure in the doorway before krill, and quietly stood not recognizing the figure.

“I thought I sent you all to the brig.” The commander said, his voice echoed eerily in the darkness. As far as either of them had seen, the commander hadn't turned to look, so there was no way he could have known who was at the door. The figure paused, and then deciding against running stepped into the room.

It was one of the teenagers.

She was somewhat muscular for her size with short dark hair colored half purple. She had a squarish jaw and long legs despite being well over half a foot shorter than the commander.

She did not appear bothered that she had been caught.

Wandering inwards, she paused next to the captain’s chair, and then in a shocking breach of decorum, she took a seat throwing her legs over one of the arms.

Krill was pretty sure “teenagers” had no sense of personal safety.

Commander Vir turned slowly to face her frowning eyes narrowed.

She locked eyes with him blowing a large pink bubble which popped loudly in the intervening silence.

“Get out of my chair.”

Another bubble, “Why.”

“Because if you don’t I'm going to rip off your arm and beat you with it.” To her credit, she withstood his gaze for longer than your average person might half before finally signing and sliding form the seat and onto the floor. The commander watched her go, as she crossed the ten feet to the navigators chair and made herself comfortable there.

It was the Commander’s turn for a deep sigh.

Krill and Sunny watched in fascination. Like watching a puppy chew on the tail of a wolf.

The commander glowered at her, and she glowered back.

He looked about to say something but was cut off as the student opened her mouth, “Why do you hate teenagers so much?”

That caught the commander off guard, and whatever he had been planning to say died on his lips.

“I mean I saw you once or twice on the TV, and you usually aren't this much of an asshole, so you must hate teenagers.”

silence .

“Where you bullied in school. Because I-”

He cut her off, “You think you’re edgy don’t you.” It was her turn to be cut off, “Let me guess edgy teenager with some sort of tragic backstory. Maybe mommy is dead, maybe daddy is mean perhaps they are both fine, but they don’t pay attention to you, and so you act out, pretend like you don’t care about anything try to look edgy so you can be different because no one understands you or something, right.”

“Don’t pretend-”

“Don’t pretend to know you, want to know something kid- I WAS you, and let me give you a little secret.” He leaned in, “You aren’t special, your problems aren't personal. You are exactly like every other kid in there who thinks no one understands them and their problems are special and that the world is unfair, well guess what your problems aren't special, of course the world is unfair, but it’s unfair to everyone. So quit the edgy bullshit because it doesn’t make you cool it makes you an asshole.”

She remained quiet. Krill and Sunny looked on in fascination. Some of the wind seemed to have been taken out of her sails, but she remained quiet, “My turn?” She asked

“Go ahead, I would like to hear it.”

“You aren’t special either, lots of people were bullied as kids difference is not all of us grow up to be successful. So you don’t even have anything to be mad about.”

He took a seat in the captain’s chair to look at her, “I’m under no illusion that I’m special. I am also under no illusion that I try to be different, just like you. Difference is, I can admit what I’m doing. I’m just like everyone else, a normal guy who got lucky and am now in a place to do something good for once. As for the difference between you and I, I NEVER ruined public property to get what I want. What did you do cut the power outlet to the fusion cables.”

She was quiet.

“It’s either tell me or face jail time, you’re call.”

She sighed and leaned her head back on the seat, “I just….. Wanted to see your ship, ok.” There was silence in the room, “Yeah, I get it was stupid, but my life isn’t likely to go anywhere, but i saw my chance and I took it to at least SEE my dream, and maybe get lucky enough to meet you, but low and behold, I get aboard the ship, and my hero turns out to be a masive Dick, so i guess we both lose.”

There was silence.

Turning to look at Sunny Krill found an expression of shock on her face eyes wide mouth slightly open. She hadn’t gotten up from her seat.

His voice had softened, and Krill watched as the look of anger melted from his face replaced with some mix of shame, “I….. what makes you think your life is going nowhere.”

She kicked her feet, “I’m not exactly good at the whole school thing.”

The commander shrugged, “So what, join the UNSC, and then you can see space all you want, that’s what I did.”

She shook her head, “No can do chief, I’m sick, they wouldn’t take me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Maybe they won’t let you join the marines, but a support position is fine. As far as medical equipment, we practically live in a flying hospital, so whatever you need could be done for you on a ship.” He got up from his chair and stopped to stand next to her staring out at the darkness. With a sigh, his shoulders slumped, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I had a bad time in school and I’m taking it out on you and the others…. It’s not very adult of me…. Or very professional for that matter.”

She waved a hand, “Its ok most of them belong in the brig anyway.”

He gave a dry chuckle, “Even so, I should probably go apologize.”

“Wow, not every day I meet an adult who can admit when they’re wrong.”

Commander Vir turned towards the door, “Yeah, if you’re going to join kid, you need to get rid of that hatred for authority complex. Most of us are just doing our jobs and occasionally…. We actually care.”

I wouldn’t go as far as the commander and say that teenagers are the incarnation of evil, but I would, perhaps, suggest that they are the incarnation of the devil’s advocate. They have questions queries and demands that are designed to challenge older humans. If the exchange is met correctly, both will learn something. The younger will gain knowledge from the older, and the older might just understand their own reasoning better than they had before, or even identify issues with their own logic.

If the exchange goes wrong there will only be anger and enmity between the two parties. Young humans need a lot of direction, but they also need the ability to choose their own path. It is an older human’s duty to impart the knowledge allowing the younger human to make the best decisions, without trying to control them.

However, Despite the philosophy, I think there is some argument that can be made for the devil incarnate….

#humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia

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