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imnotcameraready · 5 years

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What’s the viscosity of blood?

i did the actual prompt this time! this is how Logan, a serial killer, and Roman, an actor and author, met.

Warnings: mentions of blood, suggested violence, suggested death, mention of a possible car accident, mentions of a bad break up, panic attacks/anxiety. on one hand, this is basically Fluff but on the other hand, Logan’s a serial killer. if i forgot anything, please let me know!!!

Words: 3,208

Pairings: Logince, former Analogical

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It wasn’t like Logan to join a dating app. He had never done that before, and to be honest, he wasn’t much of a romantic. He’d only ever had one relationship and, well…. And he definitely hadn’t spent over 50 hours awake in the lab after the break up, running on nothing but coffee and suppression. Definitely hadn’t cried into the empty right half of his bed, lamenting how large it was, how much more spacious it was. No, no, Logan wasn’t sentimental.

He wasn’t still upset over the break up, despite it being over a year ago. He hadn’t signed up willingly, sought out a mobile application that was as different from Tinder or, God forbid, “Grindr,” which was what one of his teaching assistants suggested. One of the graduate students he oversaw definitely hadn’t suggest he get back into dating.

He hadn’t handpicked this particular site out of an actual pool of possible matchmaking services, hadn’t weighed the pro’s and con’s of each site before electing to sign up for one that would match him with someone with similar Google searches. He hadn’t been hoping that the “similar searches” would be related to work — he hadn’t been quietly hoping to talk with a fellow chemical engineer, maybe even discuss astrophysics with someone.

He had been a little surprised to be matched based on the searches “20 pack 20 mL syringes,” “buy hydrogen peroxide near me,” and “viscosity of blood.”

Now, these weren’t necessarily work-related searches, but the person who had matched with him based on those searches had already swiped right on his profile. Logan recalled being a little confused, a little more curious, to see what this “Roman del Sol” might be doing with that sort of information. Logan himself had a solid alibi, what with his position at the university. No one could disprove that one of his pet-projects wasn’t about how blood reacted to certain chemical agents, and that would explain all three of the searches. And it wasn’t too far from the truth.

No, he hadn’t rehearsed the story in his head over and over while driving to the planetarium. It’d been his idea but Roman had accepted wholeheartedly, granted that they start at the cafe inside. “i wanna get to now you first ;P” was how he justified it, and in hindsight, Logan couldn’t believe he’d accepted a date with someone who typed like that.

Their conversations over the app were quite something. According to Roman’s profile, he was an actor, writer, and loved Disney. Upon first contact, Logan had to clarify what “loving Disney” entailed, which led them to a surprisingly heated but good-natured discussion about the ethics behind the Walt Disney Corporation becoming a monopoly of entertainment and media. Something about that led Roman to asking “r u doin anythin on friday, teach? ive got rehearsal until 6 but after that we could meet up somewhere and continue this delightful debate in person ;)” and something — Logan still couldn’t put his finger on what — but SOMETHING moved him to respond with “That would be lovely.”

So now here he was, parking in the planetarium’s lot. Logan looked at himself in his rearview mirror and straightened his tie with one hand, smoothing it down his chest slowly with his eyes trained on his own face. Dark bags had begun forming beneath his eyes, darker than a few years ago. He would have to make a larger effort to maintain his work schedule. And his skin had grown pale.

No. He shouldn’t waste time scrutinizing his own reflection like this, because he could spend hours doing so and he had to meet his date on time.

Logan held the edges of his sports coat as he exited the car, pulling his briefcase out with him. He slung the strap over his shoulder and brushed himself down once more. It didn’t hurt to want to impress, no. He just had to remember that he looked, what did Roman say, “dashing?” He looked dashing.

He checked his watch as he walked up the short path to the planetarium. He had arrived five minutes early, despite the traffic. Splendid. He could order and secure a table.

The prices were relatively understandable and the service fairly fast. Logan’s americano was sitting before him in ten minutes — meaning Roman del Sol was five minutes late. The thought ground Logan’s gears just a little, and he indulged in the meaningless frustration as he took his first sip, eyes glazed over while staring at the parking lot. Perhaps Roman had been caught up in the traffic? Or the rehearsal was running later than anticipated. Maybe he had stood Logan up. Or he’d gotten into a horrible car accident on the highway, resulting in fifteen dead and six wounded.

Reel it in. You’re turning into Virgil.

At that thought, Logan scoffed. He could never rile himself up as much as his livewire ex. Still, as his thoughts drifted back and forth between worrying about his new potential beau and anger towards his former flame, Logan couldn’t help himself in combining the two and worrying about Virgil. If Logan was taking the break up this hard, it was unlikely that Virgil was put together at all.

Now, now, Logan. Dr. Picani had said you shouldn’t decipher your past until you were ready and in a good location to do so. Maybe you are ready, but this certainly isn’t the stage, and this definitely isn’t the audience.

Speaking of theatrical metaphors, where the fuck was—

“Hello! Are you Logan?” speak of the devil.

Logan blinked, adjusting his glasses and sitting up slowly. “I, um. Yes,” he cleared his throat, a stern tone overtaking his voice as he was reminded that he’d been waiting for — he glanced at the clock on the wall — 23 minutes. “You must be Roman.”

His eyes trailed up and he had to mentally withhold from a verbal exclamation. Before him was, well, the most stunningly beautiful man he’d ever seen. Roman’s profile photos were true to life, hair swept lazily to the side, a dazzling playful smirk on his face as his slender fingers curled around the empty chair at Logan’s table. He was wearing a dark brown coat with a vibrant red scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, coat unbuttoned just enough to reveal a white and gold prince’s outfit beneath.

“Sorry I’m so late, rehearsal ran late and then the traffic was unbearable! I didn’t want to be too late, though, so I didn’t change out of my costume,” Roman slid into the empty seat, leaning forwards with his arms on the table, “It’s a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Specs.”

He reached a hand out to Logan’s, which he assumed was to shake. Roman had a fairly firm grip and his hand was warm, warmer than Logan’s surely. Once they let go, Roman leaned forward on both of his elbows, smiling cheekily.

“I know we disagreed on a lot regarding Disney, but you must admit I was right about one thing,” his voice had a purr in it, almost like a cat.

Roman’s tone didn’t change the fact that Logan was definitely not giving up ground on their Disney argument. “Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, picking up his mug slowly, “About what?”

“You do look handsome. As dashing a prince as I’ve ever seen.”

Logan straightened up, a bright red flush overtaking his face. Oh. He cleared his throat and reached down for his coffee. “High praise coming from the man actually dressed as a prince,” two could play the flirtation game.

“A Scottish nobleman, thank you very much!” However, it seemed that Roman was more well-versed. “First, though, I would love to know when your birthday is.”

Their conversation bounced around, from astrology to astronomy, to the possible colonization of Mars, to civilization, and Logan was honestly refreshed by how quickly Roman was able to keep up with him regarding depth of knowledge. They did seem to disagree on a lot, such as how accurate astrology charts were, though Logan was as willing to overlook Roman’s acute knowledge of astrology as Roman was to overlook the apparently blasphemous fact that Logan was a Capricorn.

An hour or two of conversation had passed before Roman swept his hand through his hair, laughing heartily at something Logan must have said. They were on the topic of plays, since Roman’s current role was Macduff in Macbeth for the fall Shakespeare festival, and Logan had made an offhand comment about washing the theater blood from Roman’s pristine white outfit. Really, Logan knew nothing about theater. He considered it “professional make believe,” though the nature of poetic verse did intrigue him enough to actually read a few Shakespeare plays.

“What’s so comedic?” Logan asked, hand tracing around the rim of his empty mug.

“Oh, well, you know. You mentioning blood reminded me of the searches that crossed our paths,” Roman’s hand ran back, cupping the back of his neck as he chuckled a little more, looking not at Logan but out the window to his left.

Logan had almost forgotten that that was what they were meeting over. His back straightened, sitting upright.

He knew exactly why he’d been searching about syringes, hydrogen peroxide, and blood. He was more interested to hear why Roman was. And while he wasn’t nervous in the slightest (had Roman been a threat, Logan would have no trouble in alerting the authorities), Roman grew more jittery at the topic.

“....It’s always a little difficult to explain, but, well. I always end up searching the weirdest of things,” Roman shot him a tiny, lips pulled tight smile, “Usually it’s for reference, as an author. I’m working on a murder mystery novel.”

Ah. Logan nodded. “That would explain the blood viscosity search,” he said.

“Mhm. And you hit the nail on the head with the white outfit, actually,” Roman grabbed his costume’s sleeve and rolled it over, showing Logan the back part of his right arm.

There were a multitude of tiny light brown dots, barely visible on the white fabric. Logan raised his eyebrows.

“The information’ll definitely come in handy regarding my book, but what happened here was that I was stitching on new trimmings and kept poking myself in the hand. Eventually, well….I’m not the best tailor and I had to figure out a way to clean the fabric. The searches before that were probably ‘how to get blood off of clothes’ and ‘what’s hydrogen peroxide,” Logan snorted at the second search, to which Roman grinned, “Hey! Not all of us are chemists.”

“Chemical engineer,” Roman rolled his eyes and, despite the small flare of annoyance at the fairly common mistake, Logan felt something warmer well up at the sight of his small smile. He wanted to see more. “And you added the trimmings yourself? I thought there was a costuming department or such.”

“No, well, this is actually one of my personal costumes. It’s from when I played Cinderella’s prince in a production of Into the Woods a few years ago. The director for that is the same director working with us for the Scottish play, and to cut costs he asked if I could reuse the costume. With a few modifications, of course,” Roman smoothed out his outfit once more, smiling lopsidedly at Logan now.

“Of course,” Logan felt himself smile back, fondly watching Roman fiddle with the costume. He wanted him to keep talking.... “And you mentioned a book, correct?”

A spark jumped through Roman’s eyes and his face lit up. He clasped his hands on the tabletop, leaning forward as he did so. “My book! I don’t, oh, I don’t want to spoil too much, but it’s a murder mystery novel! I’m just working on the first draft and research right now but once it’s out, oh once it’s out!”

Logan didn’t want to press Roman for details but....a murder mystery novel? That was his one of his favorite genres. And, well. Was his life. “A murder mystery? I won’t ask you to spoil it, but I am excited to read it,” he pushed his glasses up, watching Roman’s face glow brighter.

“Oh, maybe I’ll tell you a little! There’s definitely romance involved, but the beautiful beau at the center of it all has no clue who to trust. Does he trust the dashing but stoic doctor, or the charmingly focused detective, or maybe the righteous journalist following him around? Oh, it’s the mystery of the century!” Roman laughed, excitement laced through his voice, and Logan found the laughter to be contagious.

“I’m excited for it,” he reiterated, unsure of what else to say.

Roman nodded energetically, now sliding his coat off. Something about the motions must have reminded him of the other pressing question in his mind, though, because his grin faltered for a second. It was up as quick as it went, however, and Roman asked “But what on earth were you doing searching about blood?”

The moment of truth. But Logan had long since become an expert at explaining that part of his life. He didn’t even have to draw in a breath, he just let his own giddiness ride itself out before answering. “It’s quite boring, compared to your story. All three of the searches were about work. I’m running a study on blood clotting agents at my lab. While I was the one bulk buying hydrogen peroxide and syringes, for the study, one of my graduate students was doing background research on, well. Blood.”

There was a bead of pause. Logan wasn’t nervous, no, but he could hear his own blood pumping. A quickened pulse meant nervousness. But he wasn’t nervous.

Roman was still looking out the window. For someone exuberantly animated, Logan thought, Roman was being very quiet at these revelations. He had an eyebrow quirked up as he seemed to watch the outside world. Logan couldn’t help but worry that Roman didn’t believe his story, but what wasn’t there to believe? It wasn’t an entire falsehood, only a few omitted details and one large fabrication. Did Logan not look like he’d run studies on blood?

“See, Professor Plum, you say that’s boring, but that honestly sounds quite fascinating.”

Logan blinked and watched Roman’s mouth curve into a small smile. He faced back towards Logan with a wide, supportive grin. “Blood clotting agents? For what, medical purposes? That sounds groundbreaking.”

Well — “Such a thing already exists, though in fairly unstable forms,” Logan adjusted his glasses, “We’re just working on, ah, making a less costly version.”

“Less costly? Like, the ingredients?”

“Precisely.”

Logan didn’t miss how Roman’s eyes widened, how they seemed to sparkle. Was that wonder? He hadn’t pegged Roman as the type to be so excited over scientific discoveries. “That sounds amazing! Really impressive, Logan,” his voice had a sort of breathlessness, was Roman really that impressed?

He seemed to catch himself, though. Roman leaned back and crossed his legs, the same Cheshire grin he’d been wearing all night returning to his face. “So you’re beautiful and a genius,” he hummed, voice as warm as his hands had been.

Logan couldn’t help but let out a breath as the rest of his face turned red at the praise. “I, well….thank you,” he also couldn’t help the little smile that grew on his face.

It fell in a second, though, when he realized Roman hadn’t disclosed all of his search reasons. “Wait. Why were you searching for syringes?”

And now it was Roman’s turn to turn red. A small laugh escaped his lips and his fingers drummed against his upper lip, a habit that did not escape Logan’s notice. “Well, it’s a long story. The summary is that I was trying to do that thing with flowers and food coloring, you know? I, ah….was trying to make a bouquet, and I needed a lot of syringes.”

Flowers and food coloring? “Can you elaborate? What do you mean, flowers and food coloring?”

Roman waved his hand now, a little dismissively. “Oh, t’was a bold dream. I’m not as good with precise measurements and such as you seem to be. There’s this thing you can do where, if you split the stem of a white rose, you can soak it in dyed water to change the color? You typically split up the stem and leave the different parts to soak in glasses with different colored water in them. I was trying to make a bouquet of rainbow flowers but, well….after a few days, it was clear that something had gone wrong. And after a week, I gave up on it.”

“You….you needed syringes. For that?”

Logan couldn’t help the incredulity that filled his tone. Roman gave him a tiny glare, shoulders hiking up — the way his brow furrowed, despite the evident frustration, was adorable. Logan didn’t expect this to be going so well, to be falling so hard for this dumbass, but it seemed he was still capable of being surprised. Roman…..wasn’t continuing, though. He just raised an eyebrow at Logan, face still stiff in a frown.

Was there some social cue Logan was missing? Was he supposed to know how to color roses? He shrugged. Surely he couldn’t expect that “I have never attempted to color roses, thus I am unaware.”

Roman kept watching him with a guarded expression, arms crossed around himself. Logan must have stepped out of line in some way. He had half a mind to apologize when Roman finally lowered his shoulders and cleared his throat. “No, no, you’re right. It….technically it wasn’t necessary.”

He’d bounced back fast. “But it was oh so fun. Almost like my own little experiment,” Roman smiled at him, “I like it when things are just perfect.”

“Of course, completely understandable,” Logan elected to not acknowledge Roman’s moment, “Did the roses turn out….okay?”

“They did! They were for Pride, of course, and they were beautiful!” Roman laughed.

And so they continued. Pride, homosexuality in the media, Star Wars movie theories, Star Wars versus Star Trek. Debates, bickering, insults with no bite behind them. It felt….

It felt like Logan was falling from a tall building. He’d never clicked so well with someone. And he certainly lost track of time.

“‘Scuse me, babes, but we’re closing!” Logan and Roman both turned towards the cafe’s desk, where the barista who had served the both of them was waving, “I’m gonna have to ask ya to leave!”

Logan checked his watch. Had they really talked for three hours? That must mean the planetarium was closed, too.

“Damn, well. We missed the planetarium,” Roman put his phone down and let out a breath, “I can’t say I’m too upset! It would have been lovely, of course, but I got to spend the night with an even more delightful star.”

He held out his phone towards Logan, whose ears were turning red with embarrassment. “I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime,” his voice was soft as Logan’s hand brushed over his to take the phone.

Logan felt himself smile downwards as he typed his information into Roman’s phone. “I would like that very much, Roman. Your company has been most enjoyable.”

“You, too, Spock.”

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vgckwb · 5 years

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 16: Face My Fears!/Re: Silencer

Juleka couldn’t believe it. Standing before her was her father. She had not seen him in person since he moved to England after the divorce. She was just talking about him today, and here he was. Was it magic, or just coincidence?

She remembered the conversation she had with Vlad earlier. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?” she asked

Vlad was intrigued. “Sure” he said.

“So, on Alya’s blog, she mentioned that you were gay, and from the way you’re crushing on my brother, that seems true” Juleka said.

“It is” Vlad said.

“How did it go after you told your parents?” she asked.

“Are you worried about what’ll happen if you tell yours?” Vlad asked.

“No” Juleka said. “I’ve already told them. But…”

“But what?” Vlad said.

Juleka sighed. “A month after I told my parents I was a lesbian, my mom came out as a lesbian as well. My dad said that his job was moving to London. They said that everything wasn’t working out between them and that they were getting a divorce. I blame myself.”

“Well that’s crap” Vlad said.

“Huh?” Juleka said.

“Like I told you, that’s crap” Vlad said. “You coming out had nothing to do with that.”

“But what if it did?” Juleka said. “What if I’m to blame for my parents getting a divorce?”

“Look, they're your parents. They would never do anything to hurt you, right?” Vlad said. “Unless, did they?”

“No. Nothing like that” Julkea said, smiling the fastest she smiled after talking about this. The thought of her parents hurting her in any way was ridiculous to her.

“Then I don’t see the problem. If they love you, they wouldn’t blame you” Vlad said. “Every family’s different. Your parents are different. It sounds like they had some problems before.”

“But they didn’t tell us until after” Juleka said. “And they seemed to get along well enough.”

“Look, if you’re really concerned, you should just talk to them about this” Vlad said. “The worst thing you can do is keep it bottled inside. It will destroy you. Trust me on this. The six months it took me to come out to my parents were some of the hardest times for me.”

“But what if they do blame me?” Juleka said.

“That just sounds like ‘but what if they kick me out?’ to me, and you don’t need to worry about that” Vlad said. “You were brave enough to confront them when coming out, and they accepted you. You have to be that brave again. Understand?”

“Yes. Thanks Vlad” Juleka said.

“Anytime” Vlad said.

Now her dad was right in front of her; as if fate that brought him here. No matter the circumstances, Juleka had to be prepared. She had to be brave.

Luka left to get his mom. “Mom,” he said. “Dad’s here.”

Anarka was confused. She went to the deck to see her ex-husband. “Richard?” she said.

“Hi Anarka” he said, nervously.

“We should get going” Marshall said.

“Yeah” said Micha. The brothers and the dance troupe left.

“Ivan, you promised me to take me to Andre’s tonight” Mylene said.

“I did?” Ivan said. He realized what was going on. “I mean, I did. Yes.”

“Marinette, you should leave too” Luka said.

“Are you sure?” Marinette said.

“Yes. We’ll be fine for now. We just need to sort whatever is happening out alone” Luka said.

“OK” Marinette said. “Just call me if you need anything.”

“We should go too” Vlad said. “Adrien, I’ll keep you company on your way home, how does that sound?”

“OK?” said Adrien.

“Great! Let’s get going” Vlad said, dragging his friend off of the ship. He looked back and gave Juleka a thumbs up and a wink, signifying everything will be OK.

“Juleka, are you sure you’re going to be OK on your own?” Rose said.

Juleka looked at Rose. They girl of her dreams. She had always wanted to ask her out, but she never had the courage to. Juleka promised herself that if she could tell her parents how she felt, she would ask Rose out. “Yes. I’ll be fine. Just wait for me at school tomorrow” Juleka said.

“OK” said Rose. She left the ship.

Adrien and Vlad were walking to Adrien’s. “It was nice how you helped Marinette like that” Adrien said.

“Yeah, well, what are friends for?” Vlad said.

“You two have gotten awfully close” Adrien said. “I’m almost jealous.”

“You’ll get your chance” Vlad said.

The two continued walking. “So, why’d you wanna walk home with me?” Adrien said.

Vlad smiled. “Because I’d like to get this over with sooner rather than later.”

“Get what over with?” Adrien said.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet” Vlad said. Beyyo flew out of his pocket. “We had a deal, right?”

Adrien was surprised. “You’re Judgement Wolf?” Vlad nodded. Adrien giggled. “I should have known. That’s such a you name.”

Plagg flew out and confronted Beyyo. “Hello. BEYYO!” he said, menacingly.

Beyyo backed up. “Whatever you want, can’t you tell me farther away?”

Plagg was shocked and offended. “HEY! You can’t speak to me like that after… How many years has it been?”

“It’s been too long and not long enough” Beyyo said, plugging his nose.

“Plagg, maybe you should cut down on your Camembert intake” Adrien said.

“It’s not that” Beyyo said. “You know that I can smell other kwamis? Well Plagg perpetually smells like something rotting. I have long since given up on determining what it is that’s rotting.”

“What are you doing popping up here now?” Plagg asked.

“Well, ever since Hawk Moth first showed up, I’ve been hanging around Paris” Beyyo said. “I’ve tested a few people to see if they were worthy, but none of them were. Then I sensed something on a train. A kindred spirit. Vlad. I tested him, and he passed. He told me he was moving to Paris, and you know the rest.”

“If you were here this whole time, you could have said hi” Plagg said.

“Yeah, but I didn’t have an owner until recently” Beyyo said.

“I guess that’s fair” Plagg said.

“You two seem to know each other well” Adrien said.

“Beyyo tells me he knows all of the kwamis rather well” Vlad said. “He just doesn’t get to see them as often due to their opposing natures.”

“And in Plagg’s case, his smell” Beyyo said.

“You don’t have to be rude about it” Plagg said.

“Wait. This means you know who Ladybug is!” Adrien said, excitedly. “Do you think you can help me with her?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Vlad said. He did know who Ladybug was. He also knew that Ladybug had a crush on Adrien. BUT he couldn’t just give that information away. It just didn’t feel right. “Maybe you should just give up on Ladybug. Maybe someone else might be more your speed.”

“What are you hiding?” Adrien said.

“It’s complicated” Vlad said.

“Complicated, or stupid?” Beyyo asked.

“Both” Vlad said.

Adrien sighed. “I’ll figure it out eventually” Adrien said. He started walking again.

“I somehow doubt that” Vlad said, following soon after.

Meanwhile, back on the Liberty, Anarka said “It’s been so long. What brings you back here?”

“Well, my job transferred me back to Paris” Richard said. “So, I’m just back. I wanted to see the kids. And I think we need to have a talk.”

Anarka nodded. “Well, come on in,” she said. Richard stepped onto the Liberty

“Oh, before anything else, kids, I got you something” Richard said. He gave his children each a different signed CD of one of their favorite British artists. “And something else” he said, pulling out an authentic British chocolate bar for each of them.

“Thanks dad” Luka said.

“Thanks” Juleka said.

“Well, it’s getting late” Luka said. “If you and mom need to talk, I should probably just go to bed.”

“Alright son” Richard said. “What about you, sweetie?”

“Well…” Juleka said. “I’m going to go to my room too.” She left.

“Alright. Take care” Richard said. He was alone with his ex-wife. “Sooooooooo. I guess we should just get started.”

“Yes” said Anarka. The two also went inside the ship.

Vlad and Adrien arrived at Adrien’s. “Well, I gotta get going” Vlad said.

“Hey, why don’t you join me?” Adrien said.

“As much as I’d love to, I gotta test Viperion” Vlad said.

“Oh yeah. Why is that?” Adrien asked.

“I gotta test everyone who wields a miraculous. Not just you and Ladybug” Vlad replied. Otherwise, Beyyo would leave me.”

“And you wouldn’t be holding yourself up to your own standards” Beyyo said.

“That to, but what I said is more dramatic” Vlad said.

Adrien laughed. “You certainly have that dramatic flair. Wanna take all of my modeling work?”

“No way. I’m busy enough as is” Vlad said.

“How do you think I feel?” Adrien asked. The two friends laughed. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Seyya ya” Vlad said. “You know, you should be more real at school. Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” Adrien said. The truth is, he wanted to, but he was afraid his father would get mad at him. He just let him have more freedom. He didn’t want that taken away from him. He figured he’ll ask about it eventually, but for now he’ll take what he can get.

Meanwhile, Vlad pulled out his phone. “Whatcha doin’?” Beyyo asked.

“I’m searching the Ladyblog for any mention of Luka” Vlad answered.

“Good. I was worried you wouldn’t because of your little crush on him” Beyyo said.

“I’m dramatic Beyyo, not an idiot” Vlad said. “Besides, while I like him, I don’t know if he’s boyfriend material. Maybe this’ll help me understand.” Vlad came across a post about Silencer, who was Luka when he was Akumatized. He read it in depth, and he got his idea.

Back on the Liberty, Richard and Anarka were talking. “So, you’re back in Paris” Anarka said.

“Yeah” Richard said. “I just got back today. I wanted to see the kids first thing. It became the third thing after getting everything into my new apartment and eating.”

“I don’t think they’d blame you for that” Anarka said.

Richard smiled. “I was walking up to the ship and I heard a band playing. I could tell immediately that Luka and Juleka were involved.”

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Anarka said.

“Well, since I’m back, I want to see the kids more” Richard said. “I was kind of hoping we could talk about that. What this means, and what might occur.”

“Sounds reasonable” Anarka said. “Do you think we should get our lawyers?”

“Maybe, but I wanna talk about some preliminary stuff before they get involved,” Richard said. “First, I agree that the kids should stay with you. But I still want to get them sometimes.”

“Of course” Anarka said. “I wouldn’t mind talking to you more either.”

“We’ll see about that,” Richard said. “I just hope May is OK with that. And that the kids like her.”

“May?” Anarka asked.

“Sorry. She’s my girlfriend” Richard said. “I met her in London. She’s moving to Paris with me. You’d like her.”

“Hopefully not too much. Otherwise, I might steal her from you” Anarka said.

Richard laughed. “This is what I missed.”

Juleka was staring into the room her parents were in. She knew she had to confront them. Still, she was scared. “Juleka” Luka said. “You alright?”

“Yeah” Juleka said.

Luka put his arms on his sister’s shoulders. “Remember what I said when you came out to them?”

Juleka nodded. “‘You always have me in your corner.’”

“Those words are still true” Luka said. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to come to me with it.” Luka went off to his room.

Juleka opened the door and faced her parents. They were surprised to see her. “Juleka” Anarka said.

“Is something the matter sweetie?” Richard asked.

Juleka focused. She took a breath, and faced her fears head on. “Mom. Dad. Am I the reason you got divorced?”

The two parents looked at each other. “Of course not” Richard said.

“What makes you say that?” Anarka said.

“It’s just… a month after I came out, you came out, and you said you were moving to England” Juleka said. “I know it sounds crazy, and I know that this was for the best, but I keep thinking that none of this might have happened if I hadn’t come out at all.” She started to tear up.

The parents looked at each other again and nodded. They then went over to their daughter and gave her a hug. “Of course it wasn’t your fault sweetie” Richard said.

“We’re sorry that we made you think that” Anarka said. “Truth be told, I came out to your father a week before you told us.”

“And I heard that my job was moving to London around that same time,” Richard said. “We had already made the decision to separate.”

“We didn’t want to upset you right away, so we held out as long as we could” Anarka said.

“We had no idea you felt like this,” Richard said. “And we’re sorry.”

“It’s going to be OK” Anarka said. Juleka started bawling in her parent's arms. She was happy that she didn’t cause her parents to divorce, and sad because she spent all of this time blaming herself. She let it all out. Her parents kept holding onto her to reassure her that everything was OK.

Meanwhile, Judgement Wolf snuck aboard the Liberty and made his way to Luka’s room. Luka was asleep. Judgement Wolf remarked on Luka sleeping “He’s so cute, even when he’s sleeping. Alright. I gotta focus. Wolf Mist!” he called out.

Luka was in the TVi studio. He was Silencer. He had Ladybug and Cat Noir’s Miraculous, and had gotten Bob Roth to confess to his theft. He looked around and saw Marinette. “Marinette. It’s OK” Silencer said. “I got Bob Roth to confess. Nothing can stop me now. We got exactly what we wanted.”

“I never wanted any of this” Marinette said, frightened. She ran away.

Silencer looked on. “Wait! Marinette!”

Luke then woke up. He sighed a sigh of relief. He was just dreaming. Ever since Silencer, this was his recurring nightmare. However, he felt something in his hand. He pulled it out over the sheets and found a box. It looked like the box his miraculous was in “Sass?” he said, opening it. Out popped a red kwami with black spots. “You’re not Sass.”

The kwami shook her head. “My name is Tikki. I’m Ladybug’s kwami.” Luka then cowered at the corner of his bed. He remembered now. Silencer did win. But as soon as Hawk Moth showed up, he lost Ladybug’s miraculous. Hawk Moth took away his powers until the miraculous was found. He then realized everything he did and got frustrated with himself. He found Ladybug’s miraculous and decided to take it home with him. He’d figure it out in the morning.

“What-What have I done?” Luka said to himself.

“Calm down Luka” TIkki said to him. “You still have the chance to make this right. Just return me to Ladybug, and she can fix everything.”

“You’re right” Luka said, calming down.

“Or better yet, we can give the miraculous to Hawk Moth and gain our power back” a voice said in Mr. XY’s voice. Luka and Tikki then looked and saw Silencer.

“Please tell me you see this too” Luka said.

“Yeah” said Tikki.

“Come on. Let’s just go pay Hawk Moth a visit” Silencer said. “After all, what makes you think I could use the miraculous anymore?” he said in Ladybug’s voice.

Luka grabbed the box and started running. When he was in the street, Tikki asked “Um, where are you running too?”

“I don’t know. Away from there though” Luka said.

“Silly Luka” Silencer said, gaining on him. He then switched it up to Roger’s voice. “Do you actually think you can escape me? After all,” he switched to Cat Noir’s voice “I am you.” Silencer was now in front of Luka.

“You’re not me,” Luka said.

“Oh, but I am” Silencer said in Mayor Bourgeois’s voice. “And soon, I will be all that is left of you.” He threw a punch, but Luka dodged and ran the other way

“Tikki! What do I do?” Luka said.

“You can’t keep up with Silencer at this pace. You have to transform using the ladybug miraculous” Tikki said.

Luka thought about it for a minute. “I can’t” he said.

“Why not?” Tikki asked.

“Because I made this mess by becoming Silencer. I’m not worthy of Ladybug’s Miraculous. She’s perfect” Luka said.

Tikki shook her head. “Believe me. I work with Ladybug all the time, and she’s not perfect” Tikki said. “She’s just a regular person like you. And like you, she makes mistakes.”

“Really?” Luka said.

“Yes” Tikki replied. “But she fixes her mistakes. You have the chance to do the same.”

Luka looked at the kwami. “Time’s up” Silencer said.

Luka quickly put the earrings on. “What’s the phrase?” he asked.

“Tikki! Spots On!” TIkki said.

“Tikki! Spots On!” Luka said. He transformed into a male Ladybug.

Silencer switched to Ladybug’s voice. “You think you can defeat me now? Pathetic.”

Luka then took out his yo-yo and called out “Lucky Charm!” He received a mirror.

“You want to defeat me with a mirror? The real Ladybug couldn’t defeat me with a vacuum!” Silencer said.

Luka looked into the mirror. “I don’t need to defeat you,” he said.

“What?!” Silencer said in XY’s voice.

“You’re right. I am you. And you are me” Luka said. “But there's a difference between us.” He started walking forward. “You’re only a part of me. The part I hate about myself. My anger and frustration. My cowardice and fear. But you’re not all of me. You’re not my joy. My calm. My fighting spirit. My love. You’re none of those. I have to accept that you’ll always be a part of me. You’ll never go away. However, you’re nothing without me.” Luka then walked into Silencer and Silencer disappeared into Luka. Luka threw the mirror up and called out “MIraculous Ladybug!” The Ladybugs fixed all of the damage that Silencer caused. Luka then used the yo-yo to travel across town.

Luka, back in his civilian attire, knocked on a door. A figure bathed in white answered. “Luka?” she said.

“Hi Ladybug” Luka said. “I believe this belongs to you.” He handed her the box containing her miraculous.

Ladybug took it. “Thanks. I was wondering where those ladybugs came from that gave me back my voice.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get back Cat Noir’s miraculous” Luka said. “And that I caused this mess in the first place.”

“It’s alright” Ladybug said. “You’ve clearly learned from your mistakes. That’s what counts.”

“Thanks Ladybug” Luka said. The world around him then disappeared before him, leaving a white area surrounding Luka.

“I expected no less” Judgement Wolf said.

Luka was surprised. “So, this is how you test people?” Luka said.

“Yup” Judgement Wolf said. “And you passed.”

“Hm. By the way, thanks for helping out earlier” Luka said.

“You’re welcome” Judgement Wolf said, nervously. “Well, my work here is done. Goodnight.” Judgement Wolf jumped out of the Wolf Mist and Luka fell back asleep.

Luka woke up the next morning and got out of bed. He saw his sister looking more cheerful than ever. “Morning Juleka” he said.

“Morning Luka” Juleka said. “You look well.”

“So do you” Luka said.

After breakfast, the two of them headed off for school. They passed by a flower shop, and Juleka stopped and looked inside. “You go on ahead Luka, I’ll catch up later” Juleka said.

At school, Rose was talking Alix and Marinette when she heard “Rose!” She turned around and saw Juleka holding a bunch of pink roses.

Rose walked over to Juleka, Juleka handed her the flowers. Inside the bouquet, there was a note. Rose took the note out and read it. “‘Will you go out with me?’”

“I know you have a thing for Prince Ali,” Juleka said, “and I know I can’t compare., but ever since the first time I laid eyes on you, I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve always wanted to say this, but I never had the courage before.”

“What are you talking about?” Rose said, hugging Juleka. “Of course I’ll go out with you! I mean, Prince Ali is great, but you’re my everyday Prince Ali. You’re kind, caring, sweet. You’re everything I ever wanted.” The two girls looked into each other’s eyes and gave each other a kiss.

“How romantic!” Marinette said, tears welling up in her eye.

“I know someone who could learn a thing or two from Juleka” Alix said, looking at Marinette. Marinette blushed.

“Isn’t love amazing?” Adrien asked, looking on.

“I had a feeling this would all work out” Vlad said. “Oh by the way, don’t you call Marinette your ‘everyday Ladybug’?”

“What are you getting at?” Adrien asked.

“I’m just saying, if it works for Rose, maybe you should try it” Vlad said.

Adrien looked over at Marinette. “Maybe” he said.

Luka looked on as his sister was kissing the girl of her dreams. He smiled, knowing that she faced her own inner demons last night as well. They both came out the other side better.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fan fic #Marinette #Vlad #Juleka #Beyyo #Tikki #Plagg #Adrien #Rose #Anarka #Luka #Mylene #Ivan

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suchawonderfullife · 7 years

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Day 3- testing my meds, more findings

Today was another important day where I took all my current medications and supplements into my Dr to have him test them on me. Before I get into that, check out the new concoction he gave me to help support my liver and spleen (my two most badly affected organs). So I’m lying on the table and he’s doing his bioreasonance things on me and going over to his wall of supplements and working stuff out. He starts making up this concoction and I’m saying “I thought the stuff you’d give me would taste far worse, it was actually fine! I’ve had to drink some pretty disgusting stuff so I’m used to it, but it really wasn’t that bad.” His response was “Just wait for it. Trust me, wait for it.”

As he said that I saw him pouring this black “sludge” looking stuff into a new bottle and I thought ah crap! That’s what is pictured above and I have to put an entire dropper (the amount you can see in the dropper) under my tongue and then swirl it around before swallowing, 3x a day. It smells like rancid licorice and it’s pretty horrible (I’d rather say it tastes like ass- Aussie slang). My Dr said it was something that would make my liver and spleen go “yay :D” haha. I love his technical termonology.

So we laid out all my medications, supplements, essential oils, and a few addition things like my gelatin powder (I use in subtitute of bone broth) and a fermented probiotic my natural Dr gives me. He started doing his bioresonance testing over them and separating them as things arose.

There was a pile for things my body is actually allergic to, a pile for meds that are toxic and a pile of ones that are fine. I had no idea I was taking things my body was allergic to. These were my B12 injections, potassium tablets and L-Glutamine tablets. He said that those coming up as an allergy doesn’t mean I’m allergic to say potassium, it means for that particular brand there is an ingredient in it (for example the coating) that my body cannot tolerate. I have 2 medications that are toxic to my body and they are Coralan (one of my heart meds) and The Pill. I cannot stop taking either of these, but being that the pill is toxic to me, may explain why my hormones are out and my reproductive system came up as problematic.

My Dr said he cannot tell me to stop taking anything, especially anything prescription. He didn’t want me to stop any of the “bad” things I was taking as my body is used to them and stopping things while starting what he’s giving me may upset too much. So to counteract my body being allergic or toxic to certain things he gave me little cups of these homeopathic white balls (like the tiny balls in sachets you see in containers that soak up any liquid) and I had to crunch them all up and swallow them. He said if I had an allergy to food, he could give me a remedy that within 24 hours I could eat that food without a problem. These little white crunchy balls were doing the same for my meds and supplements so my body can tolerate them. He explained it in way cooler detail and even showed us this video about frequencies that was really interesting. I can’t remember it though. So he doesn’t just sound like he’s pulling statements out of thin air, he actually explains everything so that it makes sense.

All of my essential oils tested well on me. He said I can take any that I want. I have one’s that I take everyday, some I take a few times a week and some I take only as needed (for example, if I have a cold). He pulled 4 out of the pack and said “these one’s your body is saying OMG THESE ARE AMAZING!” So definitely keep using those. They were: Frankincense (your staple oil if you’re going to start using oils, you should probably start with that), Purification (a good detoxing oil I put in my epsom salt baths a few times a week), Peace & Calming (a blend I put on the soles of my feet every night to help me sleep) and Lemon Myrtle (something my body has always reponded well to when I’ve felt toxic, nauseous, fatigued, just generally unwell).

He also said that Valor is a good blend for my spine/bone pain, Peppermint oil is good for my muscle pain and RC is good for whenever I feel I need it (it’s one I use to combat cold viruses). These findings are in correlation to my own bodies chemistry, so do not think that these oils or what they’re good for may be the same for you. He did comment on how great oils are though and I said “I know I’ve been using them for over 2 years now and they’ve helped me so much.” He has a whole wall of the same brand of essential oils himself. They also have diffusers around the clinic where they diffuse Thieves all the time.

I showed him my gelatin powder and he said it was fine to use. I said that I put it in my soup every morning but if I was at home I would be having bone broth. He then said bone broth may not be the best idea for me as it contains properties of L-Glutamine (one of my medications that came up me having an allergy to it). When I explained how I make it and that I only add a few tablespoons of it to my cup of soup or a few hundred ml into my sauces or stews etc. he said that that’s totally ok. Some of his patients drink straight broth (the kind you cook for 24+ hours and it sets like jelly- which is what I have) and they’ll have around 3 cups of it a day, which is not good for them. So how I’m having it and the amount is totally fine.

My natural Dr sells me a natural probiotic that I take a shot of every morning. He said that was fine to take but recommended I google “fire cider” as it being naturally made I could make large amounts of it myself to save money.

I asked him about the possibility of getting well enough to come off my heart meds. He explained that the way the body works, your heart is the last thing to heal. So it’s not something to look at for a long time.

The last thing we did was he worked on a thick scar I have on one of my forearms. When you have scars on your body, just underneath it where the scar tissue lies, it breaks up the energy pathways and hinders movement through the cells/body (that’s how I understood it anyway). So he got these 2 little machines with tiny points of them and pressed them on either side of the scar and held it for about 30 seconds. My skin felt like it was burning a little, then he’d move both of them 1cm down and hold it again until he covered the entire scar. It won’t remove the scar but it’ll atleast heal the damage underneath it so that that part of my body has energy flowing through it properly.

I’m feeling really happy and chilled at the moment. But I’m bracing for detoxing or bad symptoms. It might be the calm before the storm or I might just keep feeling good, I don’t know. Everyday I come home and within a few hours I become so tired I can’t keep my eyes open and need to nap. Then it’s really difficult to wake up, but I eventually do and I have energy again to shower, watch tv, chat to my parents on skype and last night my partner and I played some card games before going to bed. Today after treatment I went to Walmart for over an hour and walked around to buy a few things and that was fine.

Feeling very grateful and knowing that this has been the best decision in my recovery. There’s around 10 other patients in the clinic at the same time too and I’ve gotten to know a few of them and their stories. It’s comforting to know that they’ve chosen this clinic for the same reasons I have and they are just as positive and hopeful. The people there have varying levels of illness too. I thought I would be one of the “well” one’s going as I’m at around 50% health. But it seems there are people there more well than that, some on their first visit and some on their fourth or fifth visit. Two females there were saying how they felt guilty for being there as they are sick, but high functioning and no where near as sick as many others. Both of their doctors told them that they absolutely deserved to be there and to get better. I’ve seen a few very unwell looking people too. Everyone is really nice though and they love my Aussie accent haha.

We have good chats with our drivers to and from the clinic as well. Our driver home today was one of the staff at the hotel, this middle aged African American woman. I asked her if she’d always lived here and she said “all my life, born and raised!” I laughed and said “OMG you’re the first person to say that “born and raised”, I love it it’s so American.” We told her that my Dr said “ya’ll” today and that was our first one, another very American phrase. I told her the Aussie equivelent is “you’s” and she needs to say “What are you’s doin?”

She was telling us about great places to eat in the area for wholesome American food, like ribs, brisket, and she really loves fried chicken. So she laughed every time she mentioned a restaurant and I’d say “what sort of food do they have?” and she’d repond “oh I go there for the fried chicken!” (a lot of comedians hang shit on African Americans obsession with fried chicken so I think she saw the humour in how much she loved it). My partner also posted a photo on facebook yesterday showing a food he found in a local supermarket that was a sausage wrapped in a pancake on a stick. Our aussie friends were commenting on the photo like WTF kind of food is that? We told our driver how amusing we found that food and she goes “I LOVE THAT FOOD!” Laughing at our amusement of it. I then said “i find the deep fried doritos with cheese funny” and she said “OH i love those too, haha!”

We seem to have the same driver in the mornings, this lovely middle aged man. He’s always so happy and super excited to talk to Australian’s. Every night it’s as if he researchers more things about our country to ask us questions. Today he took us on a detour through a very well-off neighbourhood so we were looking at multi-million dollar American houses. They were amazing. Then these 2 big birds were crossing the road and he goes “look! Those are wild turkeys, we get them a lot here!” I was like “OMG TURKEYS!!!!” I seriously would have taken a photo if I had my phone in my hand. Then he made a joke that he drove a South African man to the clinic for a while and this man talked about the animals he had near his house such as lions, giraffes, tiger, you know the usual. So when the driver showed him Wichitas “native” aniamls, such as a turkey, this guy was not impressed. And here’s us, easily amused Australian’s going OMG A TURKEY (BEST DAY EVERRRR)!!!!!! haha.

#lyme #Lyme Disease #lyme treatment #chronic illness #chronic fatigue syndrome #chronic lyme #hansa #hansa center

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polkari-seuta · 7 years

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11 Facts/Questions

LMAO, so I was tagged twice; by @jikookielove and by @sunshinesinger. I shall give you 11 facts about me and then answer both sets of questions given to me. :3

F A C T S

I am obsessed with Danganronpa. I just started the second game. I saw the first season of the anime some time ago, but actually playing it is a lot more fun than just watching.

My friend started a D&D campaign a few weeks ago and I’m having a lot of fun with it right now. My character is a female Dragonborn Paladin with a Noble background. :3

I have like, three fic drafts (out of many) open at this very moment.

Another thing I’ve been obsessed with are videos of people assembling DIY miniature dollhouse/room sets. I especially enjoy Maqaroon’s and Mimiyuu’s videos. And I tried to resist, but because I’ve been missing crafting lately, I ended up getting a kit for myself. Now I’ll have something to keep me busy over Spring Break...

I currently work in an ER as a scribe and I’m studying in school to become a medical laboratory scientist (MLS).

My favorite Pokemon is Vulpix.

My best Overwatch character is Lucio. I haven’t played in a while, though...

My best Dota 2 heroes when I used to be active about it were Vengeful Spirit and Lich. It’s been over a year since I played. I like watching matches more than playing them. (Plus, I was never particularly good. I just got lucky sometimes.)

Lavender is one of my favorite scents.

The first fanfic I ever published to the internet (on FF.Net) was a Fushigi Yuugi fic that was Miaka-centered and filled with angst.

My favorite board game is Pandemic.

Questions from @jikookielove:

1. How you doin?

I’m okay. It’s the weekend for me, so yay~

2. Favourite thing to cook?

Not really cooking, but I love making maki rolls!

3. What is your favourite movie that came out in the last five years?

Chef, probably.

4. Do you like spicy food?

Hell yeah, I do. XD

5. Favourite place you’ve travelled or a place you want to go?

I want to go to Osaka and visit my friend who lives there.

6. Something on your bucket list?

Publish a novel.

7. Favourite song to listen to when you’re down?

I tend to listen to sad songs when I’m sad. I can’t think of a single favorite one, but I’ve been listening to T-ara’s “Don’t Leave” a lot lately. Soyeon has the right amount of melancholy when she belts and it’s pretty. ;.;

8. Would you ever want to be famous?

I’m fascinated, but in the end, not really. That’s a tough life. I’d just want to see what it’s like for a week or something.

9. Something silly/dumb you did recently?

Totally derping in lab and putting the tube in the wrong well on the machine (I fixed it, though).

10. Favourite part of the day?

The part where I’m done with the school day and get to go home.

11. Frick um….. Tell me a dad joke? Make Jin proud.

Okay, got this from my puns tag (yes, I have a puns tag on my main):

You know how there’s a theory that no two people see a colour the exact same way.

Does that mean colour is like

a pigment of your imagination.

Questions from @sunshinesinger:

1. what’s something that’s culturally significant to you?

Hm. I think respect for elders is important to me. Filipino familial honorifics and things like mano have been instilled into me since I was very young.

2. if you had the choice, would you rather have a patronymic or matronymic replace your middle name (basically, a name derived from your father or mother’s first name)?

I guess my mother’s?

3. would your dream party be formal and elegant or casual and fun, and why?

Casual and fun and full of alcohol, karaoke, and games.

4. what’s your ideal form of carrying stuff (a purse, your pockets, a backpack, etc)?

Pockets that don’t hang down too loosely and have zippers.

5. is there anything decorating the walls of your room right now? tell me about it!

Lol, nothing like that in this apartment.

6. do you consider yourself a trustworthy person? why or why not?

Most of the time. I can keep secrets. I can be responsible. XD

7. favorite videogame (if you play), and why? if not, what’s your favorite mobile app?

Oh, god. Um. I’ll try to keep this short but.... that’ll be difficult.

Resident Evil 2: The first RE game I ever played and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It stopped being scary after a while, but I got caught up in the story and the characters. Most of the series dealing with Raccoon City really intrigued me.

Fatal Frame 2: At the time (this was a long time ago, lol), the concept of survival horror not involving actual weapons was kind of rare, and this definitely stood out. Plus the ghosts were really creepy, and for some reason, I really liked 2′s story more than the other Fatal Frames’.

999: I don’t know a lot of people who’ve played this game. But anyway, this game had the perfect genre of Visual Novel I enjoyed, with the right amount of mystery, puzzles, storytelling, and character development. I also like my games with a bit of morbidness.

Skyrim: As if you guys didn’t know by now, lmfao. Anyway, this game is vast. It’s an open sandbox-y kind of game with a fantasy setting and a very interesting main story (and sidestories) and DRAGONS. I also find the music excellent and I hope I have time to have another playthrough (this time, with my Hobi-Dragonborn character which I’ll try to make despite the limits of the game’s character creation).

Overwatch: It’s technically a MOBA, and I think I like MOBAs for the most part, but I don’t find the strategy side of things as in-depth or complicated as say, Dota 2. I think that’s what makes me enjoy OW more; it comes off as more casual to me.

Danganronpa: Same reasons as with 999, pretty much.

Final Fantasy VIII: The second FF game I played (my first was FFVII). Usually, your first FF game ends up being your favorite, but for some reason, the story and the characters in this stuck with me more. And OMG the music. If you didn’t know already, I am a huuuuuge Uematsu fangirl, and the music he created for the FF series in general is just.... perfect.

Dance Dance Revolution: I was just... obsessed with this game and the community. I was close with many DDR players for a time and hanging out with them and nerding out over this game together became such a great era of my life. Also the part where I burn calories thanks to this game.

Minecraft: I like getting crafty with things. And apparently, I like digging blocks and building them... Somehow I got addicted. It’s a great stress-reliever.

8. if you rolled a six-sided die, what number do you hope you’d end up with?

6 (the higher, the better, imo)

9. can you remember your dreams in color or black and white?

In color.

10. carpet or hardwood flooring, and why?

Hardwood in the living room, carpet in my bedroom. I’m not sure why, lol.

11. what kind of lighting do you like best in your home?

Somewhat dim... I like the light of my computer screen to stand out more, lol.

My questions to you

1. Second favorite Disney princess

2. Your favorite field of science?

3. What was the moment you first fell in love with Jimin? (Or your bias if you aren’t in love with Jimin LOL)

4. Recommend me a song.

5. Predict the next Ji/kook moment.

6. Show me a comedy TV show clip you really like.

7. The first place you go to in grocery store?

8. What was the largest meal you ever had and finished?

9. What’s the next thing I should build in Minecraft?

10. What song is stuck in your head?

11. What TV show scenario would you want to see Bangtan in?

Tagging: @jikookiejar, @bottomkook, @alexisfairos, @classyrobotss, @theproblemmaker, @rizingscorpio, @astro-child, @montrealae90, @tanktoptiger @drpuffles @gottalove95z

#tagged #tag meme #tag game #me #again don't feel obligated #to do this

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