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t4tdanvis · 4 months

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This ask is your sign to talk about any of your aus (please do)

😼 you dont know how much i LOVE talking about my aus

i have like 10000000000000000 different aus but i will choose one of them to talk about rn. one i dont think ive talked about much on tumblr?? ive talked about it a LOT in the aphverse server im in so shout out to yall for putting up with me /j

this au is also probably the au that made me extremely obsessed with vylad. not my fault hes just so fucking attractive 😔

so anyways. dante and gene both get kidnapped by a "medical research" company (which is a front for like. human experimentation). later they find out that garte is the ceo of that company and bc hes friends with dante and gene's dad (shittiest dads in the world gotta stick together /j) their dad basically just handed them over to be experimented on

so anyways they have wings now!! dante has black wings and gene has white wings. also the experiments messed with the colors of their hair. here is a very quick sketch of what they look like now

dante is 22-ish and gene is 24-ish whenever they escape the lab (they were both there for 4 years). vylad is the one who helps them escape (however dante ends up getting separated from them and runs off. dw hes fine he finds travis, garroth, and laurance)

uh... i should probably explain the setting. and then we will talk about my bbg vylad 😁

so this takes place in the future obviously. its a dystopian future where uhhh basically a while (30-40 years) ago a bunch of countries went to war and completely destroyed most of the landscape of the world and killed off a LOT of the population and now the world is sorta trying to rebuild itself back up. the place where the story mainly takes place is o'khasis city, which garte is the governor of. its one of the (relatively) safest places for many many miles, and traveling across whats basically a desert filled with random people out there doing anything to survive is dangerous.

ur also just not allowed to leave the city without permission (and u have to have a very good reason to leave). this is for a lot of reasons including how dangerous is outside and also bc they want everyone to stay there so they have enough people to keep everything running smoothly

anyways. vylad. hes got a lot of lore. oh god

so first of all. vylad, zane, and garroth all have the very unfortunate luck of being the kids of garte. when gartes kids were 5, 6, and 7 respectively, he began working on a mind control drug that would basically make anyone who took it do whatever he said. at first, it didnt work super well, and he spent many years getting his scientists to perfect it. before he could fully perfect it, vylad ran away when they were 11, so they were never fully under mind control. zane and garroth, however, were put under full mind control and have been ever since (you do have to keep taking the drug about once every 24 hours or the effects will start to wear off, but garte can just tell them "take one of these a day" and theyll have to).

vylad knows about what garte is doing but doesnt have any evidence, and the side effects of the drug mean that his brain just sorta fucks itself over (giving him headaches, making his limbs not move properly, causing him to black out) whenever garte tells him to do anything (this is because the drug was very much a prototype and it permanently fucked up his brain)

when vylad ran away, about five days after he escaped he sorta just passed out in an alleyway on the edge of town. that happened to be the alleyway that sasha, gene, and zenix were currently staying in - sasha manages to convince gene and zenix to Maybe Not Kill This Random Kid and vylad wakes up after like 18 hours and is like "what thje fuck happended"

anyways, sasha, gene, zenix, and vylad quickly become a team, although vylad is the only one who goes and sneaks out of town randomly every few days (hes going to garte's company's lab to see if theyve created a cure for the mind control drug, because theyre trying to create a cure as a backup just in case anything goes wrong)

gene is technically not a runaway, they still mostly live at home with dante and maria. their dad isnt really in their life at all, until he randomly shows up when theyre like 20 and suddenly dante and gene mysteriously disappear a couple days later

vylad immediately knows what happened, but unfortunately the section of the lab where he knows theyre keeping gene and dante is super high security. if he gets caught, theres literally no hope for anyone because garte will just put him under the mind control drug forever. so it takes four entire years for him to rescue gene and dante

thankfully, garte didnt have them put the two under the mind control drug, since he needs all of it for zane and garroth. which makes vylad's job a little easier lol

oh yeah also remember when i said that dante gets found by travis, garroth, and laurance? yeah. garroth is 100% under mind control (which does give you bright green, glowing eyes, but he hides that with contacts) and is being forced by garte to spy on his friends. and whenever she, travis, and laurance find dante, she reports back to garte that one of the escaped experiments has been found, and so garte tells him to go find gene as well.

i need to actually write this bc this is something i actually wanna write instead of just rotate around in my brain forever HDFHDGGHDGHDF so im not gonna tell u all the plot. L for u ig /j

oh also vylad and zenix are very good friends. the best of friends. just guys being dudes. a couple of pals. just some buddies who send each other romantic letters when theyre apart and also kiss each other. just super close friends :)

also sasha has a pet snake and zenix has two pet rats (xe uses xeir rats to carry letters to vylad) :>

#❄.txt #ask box #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG i had a lot to type lol #u can ask further questions if u want i am happy to answer questions about this au. i really like it :>

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years

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How did I find your blog? I was looking for soft Kuroo content on google. And your soft birthday hc’s for him came up. And that’s also how I found tumblr

What was the first story of yours that I read? That Kuroo piece ^

Roughly, how long have I been following this blog? Well I found that piece shortly after it was posted so…. Around the beginning of December 2019 I think. Got a tumblr a few months later and you were the first person I followed (had you in my bookmarks bar before that! (still have you in my bookmarks bar and when I share my screen in classes there are occasionally questions. I ignore them))

What’s something I’ve noticed about you personality wise? You’re really clever and funny. But you’re also sweet. But because you’re clever you have no hesitation in setting up and enforcing your boundaries, and I really admire that strength and confidence.

Have we ever interacted, either by PM, ask, or in the comments? What was my perception of you? YES!!! PM, SOOOOO many asks, comments, and you sent me an ask. And reblogged it. And I cried. A lot. My perception: you’re lovely and I want to h*ld your h*nd ….please.

What’s my favorite story of yours? Oh how to choose. Firstly, I’m a nb, biracial, bisexual. Honey, I’ve never made a choice in my life. But let’s try here. Anything you’ve written for Tsukki. Literally all of it is gold. Fight me. I was going to write “especially [piece title]” but I LITERALLY CANNOT CHOOSE ONE. Your Bokuto nightmare piece. Your Kuroo angsty fight. Your Tendou dealing with S/O with parents who yell piece. Your Kinktobers. Your Futakuchi and Mattsun pieces. And your Terushima pieces. Ugh. I CANNOT CHOOSE. OH AND YOUR STREAMER KENMA!!!!!! OKay just… all of it. I can’t choose. I tried, and I failed, and I’m willing to admit failure.

What’s a story I’d love to see you write? I don’t want to say this… because it hurts me… but I just KNOW you’d write brilliant angst. Some of my fav pieces of yours are pained beginnings with happy endings. That fight with Tsukki after a bad day at work. The pieces I mentioned above (nightmare pieces and fighting pieces and angsty home life ha.. ha.ha.ha.). That Oikawa one where the reader wakes up in bed without him and thinks he left. You write these gorgeous atmospheres and descriptive, visceral feelings, and if you chose to use it for evil…. You could get evil shit done. You’re SO powerful. So I want to read it… but also…. I don’t. I’d love to see you write ABO like you mentioned a while back or just see you explore a cutesy soulmate AU or something. I think you’d be really good at writing an AU where you hear what the other person’s listening too. I feel like you’d be so good at making me feel something for someone who was in another city. (think this would be cute with Tsukki cos he’s headphones boy, OR terushima because I like the dynamic of someone flirty, who clearly cares about looks, falling for someone he can’t see) ANYWAY….

Favorite pairing you write for?/fav reader insert? Tsukishima x reader. It’s my fav self-ship. (but also Mattsun, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Akaashi because you write them SO WELL!!!!)

Have any of your stories helped me through a hard time? Of course. Your self-harm piece came at a time I needed it. Iwaizumi’s in particular saved my life. But also your Tendou dealing with S/O parents who fight… came right when I needed it. Also starting college… was hard.. And reading and rereading your fluff really pulled me through it.

Have any of your stories hit closer to home? YES (see above).

Do I genuinely like your blog, it’s aesthetic or posts? It’s overall feel? It’s content? Yes. The aesthetic is, ngl, a wee bit basic. But I kinda love that. And the feel? It feels like home. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your blog is my safe space. So, yes, I love. It’s content? YES. OF COURSE. Your personality probably could have kept me here even if your content was kinda shit, but I follow you RELIGIOUSLY because of your content. So yes. I adore.

Is English my first language? Kinda??? I grew up in a trilingual household so I kinda learned three languages at the same time while growing up. But no, I don’t need to translate it in my head. Because English was one of the three.

Anything I want to share? Yes. Please keep being kind to yourself, caring for your mental health, enforcing your boundaries, loving Akaashi, and just generally being you. You’re so lovely as you are, and I hope you continue grow, but never change. Also I’m sorry about all your work stuff…. It literally makes me feel sick. And I hope you find a job where that’s not tolerated, or that your work finds a better way of protecting it’s employees. I know you know this, but none of it is your fault. I just hope things improve. AND I love you… a lot. And I’m so proud of you hitting 9K and you deserve so many more followers because your pieces are just... GORGEOUS. I can’t wait until I’m at Barnes and Noble in a few years and I can pick up a hardback copy of your debut novel. I’m so excited to say “I knew Em Akaashi (which is your legal name as far as I’m concerned) before she was so popular among the masses.”

so ive been trying to figure out the correct and worthy way to reply to this ask since the moment i got it......because its so fucking sweet and kind and amazing and pure and perfect and i just dont know how to use WORDS to explain the way it makes me feel so.......i will just reply in bullet points in regards to every question u answered to make it a lil easier :D

- the fact that u found my blog on google ....... like this may be odd and a very specific thing but before i made this blog i always hoped that 1 day my fanfic would pop up in google searches bc thats ALWAYS how i found fics when i was reading them religiously and i felt so much ENVY!!!!! LIKE I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED MY FICS TO B POPULAR ENOUGH TO POP UP ON GOOGLE.....that may sound very selfish but its true......so thats just very cool to me... :]

- u’ve been here for so long omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if anyone in ur classes ever asks jus promo my blog like its nbd

- thats so sweet what 🥺🥺🥺 i try my best to advocate for myself and be confident for myself.....ive spent far too much of my time being silently uncomfortable because i was afraid of pushing someone’s buttons seeming rude.....but NO MORE!!!! i know what upsets me, i know my triggers, i know what i dislike experiencing, and im never gonna let myself be anxious or uncomfortable for someone else’s sake, esp if theyre being rude 2 me. i would say its less strength and confidence and moreso me attempting to take control of my anxiety in the places i can (aka on the Internet) bc i am SICK OF ANXIETY ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- BBY no dont CRY!!!! im racking my brain trying to think of who u are i wanna know so bad so i can thank u personally for being the kindest person in the world n so i can send u more asks >:(........MY HAND IS URS TO HOLD!!!!! dont tell akaashi tho

- OMG my TSUKKI pieces.....hes so hard to write why ;-; thank u so much im so glad u enjoy my works<3333

- NOT ANGST NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! pained beginnings to happy endings are my specialty.....IMAGINE me writing a sad ending like i CANT!!!!!!!!! ive only done it a few times and it is so Difficult.....YALL ARE SO LUCKY IM NOT EVIL!!!!!! ive had this idea for an angsty akaashi fic that i think about and write in my head every night before falling asleep and it Hurts and i wanna write it but i also can’t make myself :D ABO would be very fun but i genuinely do not know how to explore the concept while making it feel like it’s Written By Me.....u know what i mean? same with soulmate aus, i really dislike writing them because theyre just boring to me like they all feel the same everything’s been done for them.....which is FINE!!! but i write enough cliche stuff as it is HAHA, a long distance type soulmate au could be fun and interesting but ldr’s trigger me bc of a past relationship so </3 but hey maybe someone else could use the idea!!!!!

- gotta love tsukishima <3

- im rlly glad my writing could be there for you friend, one of the biggest reasons i write fanfic (and write the kind of fics i write) is bc i know firsthand how much reading sweet stories abt ur comfort characters can help u through the shittiest times - i just wanna offer ppl some support and happy feelings and love cuz sometimes fanfic is the only time we can find those things (and theres nothing shameful abt that either if anyone bullies u for reading fanfic i will fight them)

- I KNOW MY LAYOUT IS LAZY AND BASIC AS FUCK AND THAT IS BECAUSE I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT LMAOOOO so im glad u think its ok...... like i dont have the patience to create a fancy ass layout that actually works are u KIDDING ME??????? I COULD LITERALLY NEVER plus i kinda like that its just the basic kinda ugly boring default layout like it makes it simple and easy and i feel like it brings focus to the only thing on this blog that i care about which is my writing, i rlly only care about the content here and not aesthetics jdbljdabsdk that blue background will be there til i Die......i adore u more btw

- WHOA trilingual what the hell ur so cool tell me more

- you have my word, friend, that i will continue to do all of that so long as you do the same. take care of yourself, be kind to yourself - i know u can do it, ur so kind to others and u deserve to be kind to urself, too so this is the part that genuinely brought me to tears because *sappy dumb shit ahead* ok look ever since i can remember the one and only thing ive wanted to do with my life is become an author ...... dreams of book covers with my name written on them and words in pages written by me and fanart of my characters and going into my local bookstore n seeing my book there....these thoughts all haunt my fucking brain because i want it SO BAD!!!!!!!! so bad that it makes me CRY!!!!!!!! ive never wanted something more and just!!!!!!!!!!!! idk how much u meant that part but holy fuck!!!!!! i hope so bad that one day i can send u a free copy of my book as a thank u for being the person u are. u have all my love friend, every last bit of it <333333333

#ily<3 #long post

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anestheticrage · 4 years

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Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately.

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho.

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi- and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏 defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself.

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got:

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H)

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

- everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

- the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

- make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊).

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..."

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs

Yours Truly,

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘

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oddsnendsfanfics · 4 years

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Holding On for Dear Life

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Hvitserk/OFC Warnings: Medical, Illness, Sexual Content Rating: M Length: Multi Chapter Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Okay, this is something that I have been wanting to write for a long time, but never got to it. It’s not exactly polished a I would like right now, but wanted to posted the first part to see how it went over. Keep in mind, I am doing my best to go about Emmer and her illness as correct as possible, but a good portion of her is actually personal. I mean sure I can bog us all down with medical by the book, but personally I like my own life experience better.

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header

Catch Up Here

Hospitals, yuck!

Hvitserk wasn't a fan, then again was anyone?

Ironic that they would be there on the anniversary of them meeting, in this very hospital. Waiting for his best friend – sometimes girlfriend, Hvitserk had sat quietly watching a news programme on mute with captions scrolling across the screen. After what felt like ages, Emmer emerged, slightly sore and exhausted asking Hvitserk if he could take her home.

Cozy in her apartment, Emmer yawned and insisted that Hvitserk was fine to leave her. She'd been through this before, it was nothing new. Bed rest, only fluids, and pain meds only when the label dictated. Although Hvitserk admired her trying to ship him off, he knew better. The last time he listened to Emmer, she had gone and ordered a large pizza and proceeded to eat half of it. Landing her back in the bathroom sicker than when she'd gone to the hospital.

This time, he refused to leave.

“Hvits, I'm fine.” Emmer rubbed her eyes, yawning from the cocktail of medications that she'd received at the hospital.

“Nope, you're not getting rid of me.” Hvitserk shook his head, fluffing the pillow on her couch. He had zero intentions of moving, besides he was too tired to drive again. It didn't matter that his apartment was only a block away.

Hands on her hips, head cocked, Emmer scowled. “I'm not Ivar.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Hvitserk smirked laying down on her couch and yawning.

His baby brother was a far worse patient than Emmer ever thought of being. Although their diseases were nothing alike, they'd both had their fair share of surgery and hospital visits. It was during one of Ivar's stay overs that Hvitserk had wandered the halls of the ward, bumping into the frail girl with the IV pole. Emmer had recovered, gained strength, and a Hvitserk all in a few short months.

“Hvits,” Emmer whined.

“Bed, Emmy. The doctor said you should be on bed rest until tomorrow. You know the drill. If you need me, I won't be far. But I need some sleep, first.” Closing his eyes, Hvitserk took a deep breath, snuggling into the blanket that he'd pulled down from the back of the couch.

Ignoring her would eventually work, growing bored of sitting in the kitchen alone, Emmer would go to bed. If this were under any other circumstance, Hvitserk would have gone to bed with her. Knowing that she'd been in so much pain a few short hours ago, he didn't want to crowd her. Giving her space to wrap her head around the night's events.

Emmer was unfazed and not at all bothered by what had happened, but spending hours in the ER with a blocked stoma took a lot out of a person. Ulcerative Colitis was a cruel mistress, not only causing severe abdominal pains and cramping, but leaving one swollen joints, ulcers in various places, and fatigue. One time Emmer had told Hvitserk on top of that, it was literally the shittiest disease ever. Pun and no pun intended. Tonight's trip had been courtesy of something causing a block in Emmer's small intestine. Unable to pass, sending blinding pain shooting through her abdomen.

She'd called Hvitserk around the third hour of vomiting, asking for him to come over and keep her company. Arriving to find Emmer in the bathroom on the floor soaked in sweat, complaining that she was dizzy Hvitserk grabbed her emergency bag and escorted her to the car.

“Damn peas,” Emmer mumbled leaning against Hvitserk on the way to the car. She'd known better than to eat them, but she couldn't resist. They were there in all their green glory taunting her.

Home and somewhat comfortable in her bed, Emmer laid looking through her phone. Hvitserk on the other side of the door, stretched out and sleeping on the couch. Outside in the morning sun, the birds sang and the city slowly came to life. Oblivious to what some people were going through.

Each person lived their own life on their own path. Emmer had always believed that, even more so now. Her path had taken a turn, sick for months on end without reason or cause. Doctor's office after Doctor's office. Specialist after Specialist. Disease had nearly ruined her life. Easily, she could have allowed it, but why?

So she'd had some surgeries, a ruptured bowel, no large intestine, and had a bag on her side which was now her new bowel. It wasn't the end of the world and certainly wasn't the end of her life. Emmer enjoyed the freedom it had given her, now she was able to go places and not worry about whether or not she would be left in tears, over not being able to find a public restroom.

Meeting Hvitserk days after her first surgery had been another weird little blessing. He was quirky, sweet, and his own kind of funny. Not to mention he was a pretty good boyfriend. He was patient and gentle, even sticking around to be the supportive best friend when they weren't dating.

Rolling on her right side with a slight wince, Emmer rubbed her tummy above the spot where her bag resided.

“Really Eir?” She rolled her eyes at the grumbling stoma. “Now you're talking?”

Whatever. She shook her head, closing her eyes. Hvitserk would be in shortly, she was sure of it. His love for her plush bed would eventually take over, once he realized the couch was a tad to short.

Stretched out on the couch, his feet resting on the arm rest at the end, Hvitserk was surprisingly comfortable. Although he wished Emmer's couch was about seven inches longer. It was plush, comfortable, and like a cloud, until his ankles began to go numb. Curling his legs up, Hvitserk shifted over onto his side trying to stop his feet from tingling. Picking his head up, when he heard the bedroom door open.

No matter how hard she tried, Emmer wasn't exactly stealthy. The bottom door hinge and the floor board right outside of her door gave her away. Hvitserk pushing himself to sit up, scratching the back of his head, he looked like he'd been the one in the ER all night, in pain.

“Hey Hvits,” Emmer raised her hands over her head, stretching her shoulders, then dropping them. “What's for breakfast?”

“Why are you out of bed?” Hvitserk scowled with concern.

“Because I'm not tired? The day awaits us, Hvits.” She'd slept for three hours, it was almost 10AM. Time to be awake and out doing something.

“Your day is going to be spent in bed, binge watching cheesy sitcoms, while drinking tea, and eating broth.” Hvitserk smiled wide at her. “I'll even join you, once I clean up a bit.”

“You don't have to clean my apartment.” Emmer rolled her eyes at him. “I can do it.”

“I know, but I want to help. Besides, if I stay here it's an excuse not to go home. Ubbe had a new lady friend over, I should at least give her time to get out.” He shrugged. His older brother really needed to pick one of his rotating women and settle.

“He still on the rebound?” Emmer dropped onto the couch beside Hvitserk. Leaning over onto his shoulder, glancing up at him.

“Yep,” Hvitserk nodded. “Margrethe really fucked with his head. We have a talent for picking bat shit crazy women, you know. I think it's genetic or some shit.”

“Your mom isn't bat shit crazy.” Emmer countered. “She's just angry that your dad kept fucking around on her.”

“Understandable, although what did she expect? He did meet her, while he was married.” Rubbing his face, Hvitserk sighed. His family would never be up for any sort of Family of the Year awards.

“Your dad still seeing Yidu?”

“Nope, she grew some common sense and left.” Rolling his eyes, Hvitserk scoffed. “Did you know she's the same age as Bjorn?”

“I had a feeling she wasn't your dad's age.” Emmer shrugged. “Every family has their bullshit, what can I say?”

“There is family drama and then there is the Lothbroks. But, enough about my parents. How do you feel, now?” Leaning his head on top of Emmer's; Hvitserk nuzzled his nose into her hair. “And for the record, you're not bat shit crazy.”

“Thank you, I think.” Emmer laughed. “And I'm still a little sore, but feeling better. Really, I'm hungry. Can we eat?”

“Sure, but you're not getting anything solid.”

“Well, ice cream isn't solid. Oh! Let's go get ice cream.”

“Or, you can stay here, in bed while I go get some ice cream and bring it back. What kind do you want? Chocolate?” Hvitserk slowly lifted his head from Emmer's. “I can also bring back some coffee. Iced latte with almond milk and one shot of caramel syrup?”

“Yes! Yes that sounds amazing!”

“Alright, I will go get previsions. You stay in bed and rest. I shouldn't be long. Promise me, you won't try to do anything until I am back?”

“Well, I may shower.” Emmer shrugged, pretending to smell herself. “I stink like hospital, you know how much I hate that.”

“Fair enough, but nothing else. I will do the housework, when I get back. Okay, Em? I don't want you to get hurt or over strain yourself.”

Rolling her eyes, Emmer nodded. “Okay, fine, I will behave. Now go, I want my latte and ice cream.”

“Bossy Britches,” Hvitserk mumbled, grabbing his phone, keys, and wallet.

“Damn right I am!” Emmer called after him, gently tossing a pillow from the couch at his back.

Turning to blow her a kiss, Hvitserk laughed, closing the door behind him. A click indicated that he'd used his key to lock the door, saving Emmer from having to get up and walk twenty feet to the door. Hvitserk was always that way, making sure she was taken care of and he did anything to make her life easier.

Sometimes, it was annoying. Others, it was welcomed. Especially on days when Emmer had no energy. Some days she could barely make it out of bed, those were the days when Hvitserk's overbearing need to cater to her were welcomed the most. He was good at knowing when she needed him to take over, but not so good when knowing he had to back off.

Emmer adored him, but had no problems telling him when to lay off or go away.

In a family of six children, Hvitserk was number 4.

Since an early age, he had been the caretaker. Right after his older, half, sister Gyda. He was constantly taking care of his younger brother Sigurd while his mother focused on his baby brother, Ivar. Gyda kept her brothers from killing one another, while Hvitserk kept Sigurd from somehow killing himself. A task and a half to take on as a five year old. If they wanted Ivar to see his 10th birthday, it was a small price. Twenty years later...

Hvitserk had the ice cream in the car, thankful that the coffee shop wasn't overly busy. Along with their drinks he had gone ahead and ordered brown sugar oatmeal for Emmer and a bacon sandwich for himself. Food in hand, he tapped his foot lightly to the music that softly played through the shop. Lost in his thoughts and tiredness, he jumped when his phone rang.

“Hel-”

“Where are you?” Ivar huffed over the phone.

“I'm getting breakfast and heading back to Emmer's.” Hvitserk smiled his apology to the barista as he accepted the iced latte and the flat white. “Why?”

“You were supposed to drive me to that appointment, this morning. I tried calling you.” Ivar grumbled. Hvitserk didn't have to see Ivar's face to know it was twisted in a scowl. “I had to get an uber.”

“Sorry, fuck. Shit.” He hissed. “Ivar, look I'm sorry. Em had to go to the emergency room. She wasn't well and I had to stay with her.”

“So getting laid, because you played the hero, is more important than family?”

“No, Emmer had an emergency. Listen, I'm sorry. I am. Where are you now? I can come get you, before I go back to Em's.”

“Gyda came to get me. Unlike some people, she cares.”

“I care, Ivar.” Hvitserk defended himself. His younger brother was so dramatic. It came with being the baby. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Fuck you.”

Hvitserk sighed, the line went dead with a beep. Whatever. Ivar would get over it. Eventually.

It wasn't like Hvitserk intentionally forgot about his brother. Had Emmer not needed him, he would have drove Ivar as promised. Ivar was more than capable of getting places on his own, he simply refused. Unlocking the car, Hvitserk groaned and shook his head. Ivar was petulant, but still his brother.

Whatever, he could worry about that later. Right now, Hvitserk had to deliver ice cream and an iced latte, before Emmer sent out a search party or put a bounty on his head.

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thepartyresponsible · 5 years

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here’s the second whumptober prompt. this one is, uh. kinda grim.

warnings for torture, and telepathic fuckery, and unresolved pining.

i’m not kidding about the torture. some of the victims are kids.

He’s here, and he isn’t. Knowing that it’s a hallucination doesn’t change the way his body reacts to it. It’s not as artful as Wanda’s work, but it is, somehow, even crueler.

Like being trapped in his own head, pinned to the roof of his skull, just watching.

“So you’re a man who has everything,” Yinsen says, with that soft smile Tony didn’t understand at the time, the emptiness echoing from the backs of his eyes. “And nothing.”

“You aren’t real,” Tony tells him. It’s a kind of blessing. It’s the best protection he can offer. “You’re already dead.”

“Don’t say that, Stark.” There’s a flicker, a white flash as something changes, and then Yinsen is Harley, and they’re hurting him.

“There are so many ways to die, Tony,” Obie says, hand curling around Tony’s shoulder, heavy and tight, controlling, possessive. The flesh on the side of his face is burned away. When Tony looks at him, he’s looking at half of a grinning skull.

“It’s not real,” Tony says, because he knows that it isn’t.

Five minutes in, he’s screaming anyway. It’s the only way to drown out the noises Harley makes, when they pull him apart.

It comes in waves. Like a fever.

He’s brain-deep in whatever his mind can hurt him with, and then he’s worn down, used up. He’s flat on his back in a cell somewhere, and he can feel it through the hallucinations sometimes. The cold of the bare floor beneath him.

His brain keeps him in the cave. He walks and walks, and he gets nowhere. The tunnels branch and turn, and he’s back where he started. Sometimes he finds bodies on the way. He tries not to look at them.

Once, after he’s made another circuit, he comes back to find Steve Rogers sitting at the table where Tony drew out the very first arc reactor design.

“No,” Tony says, because he’s seen Yinsen and Harley and Obie and Pepper and his mother. He watched them cut Clint’s fingers clean off his hands. He watched what they did to Rhodey, and Natasha. He was there – running calculations in his head, trying to figure out how long he can exist like this before his brain breaks or his body dies – when they burned Wanda like a witch, when her brother screamed and shook and bled out all over again.

Steve’s never been here before.

“Tony,” Steve says, looking up. There’s a strange echo-y fade of movement, a smear of motion. He moves like something from a dream. “What are you doing?”

There’s nothing to do. He’s weathering it. It has to end sometime.

All bleeding eventually stops, he thinks, in Natasha’s voice. With that razor-sharp switchblade smile she never lets strangers see.

“Steve,” Tony says, “it’s good to see you, buddy. Sorry about what’s going to happen to you.”

Steve tilts his head. His eyes are the wrong shade. They correct, after a second of flickering and shimmering through every shade of blue Tony knows. “Nothing’s going to happen to me,” Steve says. His tone is careful, almost gentle. He never talks to Tony like that. He only uses that tone on scared children and dying civilians.

Steve’s angel voice, Tony thinks.

It’s possible he’s losing his mind a little bit. It’s possible that’s the point.

Wanda taught him how to keep his secrets in a vault in his head. It looks like maybe this low-rent HYDRA telepath is trying to crack the safe.

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” Steve repeats.

Standing there, with his shoulders braced and his chin lifted, he looks unshakeable. Tony doesn’t want to see how his brain will take him apart. He doesn’t want to know. He thinks about digging his fingers into his own eyes, thinks about blinding himself as an act of mercy.

But it’s not really seeing, and he knows that. The telepath won’t let him stop looking.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says again.

There’s a noise up the tunnel. Pepper’s screaming again. Tony knows that isn’t possible, because he knows what she looked like when he left her. Cut someone into that many pieces, and there’s no way they can scream.

“Oh, Tony,” Steve says, soft and sweet. It’s the way he talks to frightened people on the very edge of dying. He holds their hands, and he says, Everything’s going to be alright. You’re safe.

Tony isn’t safe. Tony’s a landmine. Clock’s ticking down, and his brain’s going to break, and all the secrets the Avengers can’t afford to lose are going to spill out of him like water flooding a city after the levees break.

“You’re alright,” Steve tells him. “You’re safe.”

It’s the kiss of death, coming from Steve. Tony knows what those words mean. He’s heard them so many times.

Tony leaves, goes deeper into the cave. He walks and walks, and he gets nowhere, but, when he circles back to the chamber they kept him in, Steve is gone.

Peter’s on the table.

Pieces of Peter are on the table.

Tony screams and keeps screaming, but he can’t close his eyes.

Steve’s back sometime later. When he lays his hand on Tony’s forehead, Tony can almost feel the warmth. The hallucinations are getting stronger. His body must be getting weaker. Brain’s frying out. He wonders if they even bothered to put him on an IV drip, or if they’re just banking on his mental walls failing when he loses the strength to hold them.

It’s a reasonable bet, but they should’ve talked to Wanda first.

A broken brain keeps no secrets, she told him, but it knows no truths, either.

“Tony,” Steve says, “I need you to come back.”

“I’d follow you anywhere, Cap,” Tony tells him. It’s safe to say these things. Here, now. The telepath can’t use his loyalty against him, and Steve won’t ever know. “But you’re just another level of this. I’m not telling you anything.”

Steve’s fingers move through Tony’s hair. It’s strange. It’s so strange. He can almost – almost – feel it, and he cringes, thinking about someone doing this. Thinking about the telepath doing this. Touching him, crouched over him.

He can feel the cold of the cell floor beneath him, and he can almost feel the heat of the body leaning over him, and they’ve been filleting his mind for days now, so there’s no reason being touched should hit him this hard, but.

But he thinks about drowning. He thinks about his head, underwater. He thinks about decades of never really being hurt, and then the shock, the tectonic change, the way he’d been ashamed.

And that’s the oddest thing, really. Someone hurts you, and then you hurt yourself for letting it happen.

“I don’t deserve this,” Tony tells him. What’s the point of being brave? The telepath knows exactly how scared he really is.

“I know,” Steve says.

There’s something wet on Tony’s face. A drop of something that startles him so badly his feels his hand move, a distant, alien feeling. That nervous system, still firing.

“Tony?” Steve says. And then, urgently, “Tony.”

But the cave is pulling Tony deeper. There’s someone wailing in the darkness. He doesn’t know who it is. But they sound so scared, so lonely. And it’s all in his head, but he can’t leave them alone.

“Always good to see you, Cap,” he says. But when he looks back, Steve’s already gone.

There’s something wrong with the cave. It’s filling with water. Salt water, ocean water. Tony notices it first as just a bit of dampness on the stone, but when he notices it again, it’s to his knees.

He shouldn’t have thought of drowning before. He shouldn’t have let the telepath see how the Ten Rings tortured him.

He wonders how long you can drown in your own head. He wonders what his brain will do, how his body will react. He wonders if his heart will race until it stops.

“Tony.” It’s Wanda again. She’s clean and whole, reset for another round. Her eyes are a dangerous blood-red.

“Hey, kid,” Tony says. “Welcome to the world’s shittiest water park. I hope you brought your floaties.”

She smiles. Everything around her is blurring, but her edges just get sharper. There’s a weight to her like a black hole. He feels drawn into her. The water rises around them.

His back is cold against the floor of his cell, and someone is holding his hand.

“That bastard made such a mess.” She sounds sad, and exhausted. She’s still and quiet for a moment, and then the whole cave fades around her, and the only clear points are the two hands she’s holding out to him. “Time to fix things, Tony.”

And he wants it. He wants it so much. The whole mess of darkness and water smears together. The walls of the cave twitch and twist with his heartbeat.

He’s suffered here. He wants to leave.

I don’t deserve this.

I know.

“I won’t tell you anything about them,” Tony says. “I won’t.”

“Tony,” Steve says. His voice carries over the sound of rushing water. And it’s not his comforting the dying voice. It’s his battle voice, his call to arms.

Avengers assemble, Tony thinks, and the whole world goes dark.

“Tony,” Wanda says. She doesn’t exist anymore. She’s a light, miles above him. He’s at the bottom of the sea. “You’re so close. You’ll be fine. Come back. You know the way.”

The pressure makes it impossible to breathe. He’s going to die here, in the dark. Alone in his own mind.

“Tony,” Steve says, sharp. Commanding.

Tony would answer that voice if he was spitting teeth, sprawled on pavement. He’d answer that voice if he was down three pints of blood. He’d answer that voice if he were dying, bleeding out, holding his heart in his hands.

He’d follow Steve Rogers anywhere.

He reaches. Up and up, reality shredding apart around him. Everything shakes and splits and screams, and he stays locked on Wanda’s light, moving toward Steve’s voice. He pulls, feels like he’s ripping himself open. Pulls and fights and reaches, until the membrane of someone else’s power pops like a bubble against bricks, and he’s heaving awake in a recovery room in Stark Tower.

“Shit,” he says, scrambling up on his elbows. “Fuck. What the fucking—shit.”

“He’s back,” Clint says. He’s fine. Tony stares at his fingers, curled around a cup of coffee. They’re all here. They’re fine.

“Thank God.” That’s Pepper. Teary-eyed and pale, but breathing. Whole. Healthy.

Wanda is standing at Tony’s side, and the red of her power is fading out of her eyes. She looks tired. But she’s unburned. She isn’t hurt.

Tony scans the room, checks faces, looks for injuries. It was all made up, and he knew that, knew it even while it was happening, but it eases something inside him, seeing them here. His heart slows; he breathes out.

He slumps back against the bed.

When he looks down, Steve’s holding his hand. A second later, Steve lets go, straightening up, eyes going serious and concerned. Tony doesn’t have words for what he saw in Steve’s eyes before that.

He doesn’t have words for the fact that Steve was the only person his mind couldn’t make itself hurt, either.

“Welcome back, Tony,” Steve says. And Tony knows all of Steve’s battlefield voices, but he’s never met this one before.

“Couldn’t stay away,” Tony says. Out here, back in the real world, it’s easier and better and safer than saying I’d follow you anywhere.

#whumptober2019 #no. 3 #tw: torture #stony #writing #fic

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moanbyul-yi · 5 years

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k so @byulyi dared me to do all the flowers from this and my dumbass thought it was a great idea to accept the dare but my dumbass also fucked up and basically deleted the ask so here it is in a post lmao buckle up bitch!! (u really dont have to read it if u dont want its sm longer than i thought it would be)

amaryllis - name an attribute of yourself that you are proud of. proud of my ability to find the shittiest and worst tv shows/movies and watch them religiously lmao

anemone - describe a time when you felt abandoned or betrayed by someone you loved. back in yr 8??9?? i had a super close friend (that i was also in love with but i didnt realise bc of compulsive heterosexuality) that randomly cut off ties with me and yike it sucked

azalea - would you describe yourself as a patient person? in terms of simple things like waiting on a package no lmao but if its waiting for a person or smthn like ykno that deep shit then yeah

begonia - describe anything you see as a “red flag” (something that makes you cautious about a new friend or love interest) straight up if theyre an asshole,, if they say something homophobic/racist/sexist etc just if theyre not accepting and nice to all people

bird of paradise - do you like hosting parties, or do you prefer to just attend? i love hosting!!!!!!! i love making sure everyones havin a lit time and organising all the stuff

bluebell - what keeps you humble? tbh idk how to answer this question just bc ig im not really in a position where i have stuff to flex so like i dont have a lot to be humble about ?? in terms of like achievements n shit

chysanthemum - describe your idea of a perfect day. this is kinda gay but honestly just a day i get to spend chilling with my girl whether we go out or just stay home and binge movies all day whatever it is,, just to have a chill day with her with no ‘you have to be doing this!!!!!!’ feeling

spring crocus - describe your favourite childhood memory. the first one that comes to mind is me and my cousin when we were like 5yo running around the house with a cape on pretending we were superheroes

daffodil - how do you confess your feelings to someone you’re interested in? ive only done it twice, the first time was a complete Mess and the second time they initiated it so idk lol i wing it ig

daisy - describe something that gives you hope when things seem bleak. honestly idk bc im the kinda person that just wallows in their sadboi but i guess something that helps is just talking to people esp my gf about whatever it is thats sucky

foxglove - when was the last time you told a lie? i told my parents i was going to the city for lunch with a friend today but i went to a dance class for love shot by exo lmao

gardenia - have you ever had to keep a romance a secret? if so, why and for how long? yeah bc we were both not out - had to keep it a secret from p much everyone other than a few friends the entire time we were tgt

purple hyacinth - describe a time when you had to apologize to someone last year,, i had a fight(??) with my friend and yeah

hydrangea - how much time do you spend on your appearance each day? not a lot i always look like a Mess

white jasmine - what is something that never fails to make you laugh? !!!!!!!mamamoo !!!!!!

lavender - describe your oldest friendship, and why you think it has lasted so long. i have a primary sch friend and we’ve been friends sort of since kindy but properly for like 8 years???? its the kinda friendship where we dont have to talk often but we can hit each other up whenever and it isnt weird its just chill and gucci ( @akicchisano luv u binch no homo)

lilac - describe your first relationship or first love. yeet ok my first pROper rs?? lasted like a year and a half and it was a friend in high school,, uhh it was good while it lasted but im glad its over and i wouldnt go back lmao but it was definitely a learning experience

calla lily - what traits do you find beautiful in others? in yourself? i guess imma be really typical and say kindness like the kindness in which u dont expect anything in return?? like the way people aim to make people happy and laugh and shit ykno (i just woke up soz this is terrible)

tiger lily - if you had to choose between doing what you love and making very little money, or doing a job you hate and making a lot of money, what would you choose and why? im assuming the very little money is still enough to get by?? but i would choose that just bc if i hated my job idk how long i would last in it but i dont think it would be very long at all. if i had people to provide for or something tho then definitely the second bc gotta get that dough for them

lotus flower - would you say that you are a spiritual person? if so, what elements of spirituality are important to you? nah im not really

magnolia - describe your favourite thing to do outdoors. probably just walking around ykno with nothing to do or maybe hiking?? sightseeing?? shit like that

morning glory - are you an affectionate person? if so, how do you show affection? very lmao if i like you romantically or platonically ill be v touchy and cuddly if u reciprocate it,, i also will give random gifts like stuff ive made or stuff that reminds me of that person just random small things

pansy - what is the most thoughtful thing that anyone has done for you? idk if this is the mOSt thoughtful bc i have bad memory but that one time the mvp @akicchisano bought me a smol christmas tree bc i kept talking about how i wanted one but couldnt find one that shit got me busting the phattest uwus

peony - describe the top three things necessary for a happy life. a sugar daddy,, good food,, girls

petunia - what never fails to make you angry? when people borrow shit and dont put it back how they found it >:(

red poppy - what tips or tricks do you use to cheer yourself up when you’re down? i go for a drive (i cant drive so i make my brother lmao) or i watch smthn funny just get my mind off it somehow

red rose - describe your ideal date or romantic evening. shit idk about ideal but itd be really nice to maybe get dinner and go star gazing like somewhere far where theres less light pollution and hella stars and then after that just coming home to binge movies and cuddle

yellow rose - do you get jealous easily? sO easily its terrible but most of the time i dont do anything about it

snowdrop - have you ever had a falling out with a friend or family member? not in such a way thats resulted in us not ever talking again

sunflower - do you consider yourself a loyal person? ye,, ya girl aint no hoe

sweet pea - describe a difficult goodbye you had to make to a friend or other loved one. probably saying bye to all my family bc they came to visit and having to send them off opened up some real emo hours :((((

violet - how important is loyalty in friendships and/or relationships? v important bc u gotta have someone to rely on but it should be loyalty and not blindly following

wisteria - do you like poetry? if so, describe your favorite poem(s). yeah i kinda just like random poetry theres a lot from an insta acc called poeticpoison that i really like

zinnia - do you have any loved ones in your life that you miss and wish you could see? yeahh my gorlfriend and all my family since they all live in different countries

#mama aint raise no lil bitch #gOd i cant believe i actually did all that #jfc #it did not look that long #and my answers are so shit #i have so many regrets #only took me like an hour to answer it all lmao #never again #asks #byulyi

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hayjeon · 7 years

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Sutures and Stitches [m] Pt. 2

→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jeongguk/Reader

→ 3.2k words

→ Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart.

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“You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”

Somewhere between the MCATs and the all-nighters consisting of coffee and learning about the direction of urine through the human body before excretion to the utmost disgusting detail, you and Jeongguk drifted apart.

Growing up with him in a small town in Busan and living four minutes from his nice little apartment where he lived with his adorable parents and his older brother made you get used to the occasional disappearances of Jeon Jeongguk. Once, when the both of you were in the sixth grade, he’d disappeared for four days, causing an uproar in your small town. He’d just gone to his friend’s house a few cities over and had “forgotten” to tell his parents.

Later into your friendship, you realized this forgetful nature was very characteristic of Jeongguk. He’d always be the one forgetting his pencil during the most important tests of your high school careers, or climbing up the tree next to your window to tell you something he “forgot to tell you earlier in class.” It ended up being that his friend named Taehyung had a crush on you, he’d tell you with a little huff to his voice and seemed to avoid you for the next few days when you expressed you returned Tae’s interest.

The there-and-not-there dynamic of Jeongguk’s presence really prevented you from worrying when he suddenly disappeared while you were attending college. You knew vaguely after rejecting the colleges he’d gotten into, he had gotten a great job. Despite your suspicions, you ignored the oddly high salary he was bringing in and his parent’s lack of knowledge on where he worked, and what he did. But when suddenly all his clothes from his room were missing, and his phone number was disconnected, everyone initially considered it to be one of his phases. And so did you.

And then came the rush of studying to become a doctor; it was sleeping 4-5 hours a day and surviving off of cheap take-out and bitter coffee, then diving into internships and research, studying for the MCATs, then applying, then going to med school for even more torture. The horrible 8 years had gone in a flash, and you were no longer the blushing energetic country girl from Busan. You were now 27 and nearing the end of your residency, and no longer able to survive too many hours without sleep or able to chug a beer without passing out.

And in those years, Jeongguk had never really returned. He’d gotten back in touch with his parents but had moved out and disappeared again. The boy in your town that you grew up with always had a soft spot in your heart, making you blush with his flirty attitude whenever he threw his arm around your shoulders or played with your hair when he got bored. But you knew in your heart as you watched him go through his own collection of relationships and flings, that you were definitely not meant to end up with Jeon Jeongguk.

A few months into your residency, when you finally got the chance to start making a few of your own decisions in the hospital, he suddenly showed up, same grin and same teasing attitude. Just maybe a bit more handsome and buff. Just a bit.

And this was how he showed up.

You were on the 20th hour of your shift. In the shittiest mood and worst physical state you’ve ever been in, you’d been called for a gun injury case in the emergency room. And there he was, sitting in all his glory. He was wearing all black, and was trying to use alcohol pads to wipe the blood off his arm.

“Mother of fuck that hurts like a bitch,” he muttered.

“You know that’s just going to make it hurt more.” You snapped, not really in the mood for a patient who had snatched hospital materials without your permission. And then he looked up and grinned at you, “Long time no see Y/N.”

It took a few seconds before you realized it was your childhood friend who’d disappeared for almost a decade sitting in front of you, with a gunshot wound, smiling and greeting you like nothing had changed. His face was definitely more angled, his eyes and cheekbones a lot more defined, and his shoulders incredibly more broad than you could’ve ever imagined. You stood there gaping with your hands stuck in your pockets and eyes scanning him until he interrupted you.

“Still looking good I assume? Taking a picture might last longer.” He winked and ruffled his hair before putting the alcohol down.

“J-Jeon Jeong-g-guk wha-what...h-how?” You strode over to him and poked his shoulder to which he responded with a wince and a groan. Judging from where the blood was coming from, he’d been shot in the shoulder. Realizing he was also your patient and assuming some sort of professionalism, you called out, “Nurse Lee can I get some disinfecting solution, IV drip, and a suture kit?”

Hearing her confirmation, you drew the curtains shut and sat in front of him. “Jeon Junggook what happened to you? Where have you been? You disappeared so suddenly and I never heard from you...And why are you here with a bullet in your arm?!”

He held his hands up, again wincing at the strain in his wound. “Woah woah woah, relax. One at a time. I’ve been doing...work. And I went back to Busan to look for you but your parents told me you were at college studying to be a doctor so I thought it would be best for me not to bother you when you’re doing such, awesome kickass shit Y/N! How have you been? You look good for what, 8-9 years since we last saw each other?”

The nurse rolled in the cart with the materials, and you paused to put on your gloves and mask. “Take your shirt off.”

Grinning, he moved to take it off, and said, “Woah take me out to dinner first, Y/N.” But his actions moved his wound and he groaned again, so you placed a hand on his arm to stop him. Rolling your eyes, you moved to cut the shirt around the wound. “Still annoying, nothing changes.” He grinned again, watching you from your position cutting his shirt. “And you’re still a bratty ass, so I guess you’re right. Why aren’t you answering my question? What have you been up to?”

You briefly looked up to glare up at him, “You never answered mine either. Why do you have a bullet in your shoulder?”

He turned away and muttered “Touche” and fell silent. Finishing removing the fabric from his wound, which was a bit difficult and painful given the dried blood indicated that he’d waited a bit after sustaining the injury before coming to the hospital, you gasped as the wound was exposed. The bullet was deeply embedded, and there was dark blood surrounding the area, staining his clothes, the gurney, and your gloves. “Jesus fucking christ Jeongguk, this is horrible. Why did you wait so long before coming to the hospital? You might contracted an infection or tetanus if you’re not careful!”

“Wow watching you spit out that medical stuff was kind of sexy. A lot different from the girl who wanted to compete with me on how zebra was pronounced.”

Ignoring him, you set your scissors down and began to wipe the surrounding blood to the best of your ability. Taking some gauze and alcohol, you began to wipe near the wound. “This might hurt. I’m going to clean your wound first so I can see where the bullet is and identify any infections, and then we’ll move on from there. Okay?”

Too focused on the wound, his body bounced a bit at your question, indicating his nod. He sat still and jumped a few times when the alcohol made contact with the open flesh, but endured through it with a wince on his face. He had definitely gotten infected, and the bullet was small enough to be a risk. “I’m gonna have to put you under a IV drip to hydrate you again, you lost a lot of blood. And also after getting you in a stable condition, you need to also get some antibiotics, because your wound is infected. I’m gonna numb the area so it doesn’t hurt as much, but I’m gonna have to use some pliers to pry out the bullet before it does any more harm. Do you understand?”

“I trust you. Do your thing. What was the name of the antibiotic again?”

“Prophylaxis. Why?”

“And how much?”

“I’m gonna start with 75 mg and we’ll monitor your state from there. Why are you asking, it’s not like you know what it means.”

He shrugged, “Just cause. Go ahead, fix me up.”

Nodding and satisfied with his response, you began filling the syringe with the clear liquid. He watched you with careful hooded eyes, and winced when you made a move to insert the needle. Quirking an eyebrow up at him, you asked, “You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”

Groaning, you focused your attention back on carefully inserting the needle as painlessly as possible into the muscles near the wound. While you did so, and he became used to the numb feeling, he began rattling off random stuff. Which you proceeded to ignore for the rest of the procedure.

“I remember you would get so mad when I tried poking your stomach to try and tickle you, and look who’s poking who now? You used to be so scared of the dentist, but I can’t believe you’re a doctor now.”

You carefully inserted the thin tweezers into the wound removed the bullet slowly to try and not tear anything.

“Damn it’s been a while since I’ve been to a hospital this big but then Taehyung told me he saw on your Facebook that you were working at this big ass hospital and I knew I had to come see you. I didn’t know it would like this though----” He stopped talking when the clang of the bullet hit the pan and you thrust it at him, so he could see the bloody blob you’d just pulled out of his shoulder. His eyes grew wide, and took the metal tray from you with his other hand.

“Are you ready to explain why this is in you?” you asked, setting down your tools.

Sighing, he looked up at you with one of the darkest expressions you’d seen in your life. His eyes grew dark, and you noticed how deep his dark circles were. Glancing around nervously, his eyebrows furrowed and he shoved his hat back on his head. “Just sew me up and I’ll tell you. Not here,” he said with a gruff voice.

You hesitated. Despite not being in contact for years, you’d never seen him get so serious and angry and emotional all at the same time. But it had been years. You didn’t really understand or know who Jeon Jeongguk was anymore, to be fully realistic. And he was your patient and as a doctor, you were to treat your patients without digging into their personal lives. And so you did.

Sighing, you picked up your tools and began stitching him up, and proceeded to quickly make the snips and sutures where needed. Throughout the process this time he was silent, and you felt his gaze on the top of your head as you bent down to properly get a good look at the area you were looking at. Now not distracted by his blabbering, you finally got a good look at his physique. The shoulder you were working on was really broad and sturdy, evidence of good exercise and high intensity training of some sort, either a sport or weight-lifting. His skin was pale though, showing he didn’t seem to be spending too much time outdoors. And he looked good, although you hated to admit.

Compared to your weak undernutritioned frame with greasy hair, permanent dark circles and constantly tired state, Jeon Jeongguk looked good. And it was so annoying because it was always like you’d remembered. Finishing the last stitch, you snipped off the string and wrapped his shoulder in the roll of gauze the nurse had provided. You removed the rest of his shirt so you could maneuver around his upper torso and back to get the gauze situated around his shoulder wound, but when you helped him pull the fabric off, you almost fell off the chair. Jeongguk was fit, to a point where you questioned where the heck he was working, and when he had the time to get in such good shape.

This muscley man sitting in front of you was so different from the scrawny kid you were used to years ago. The years had definitely made him grow into his frame and fill out the spaces better. You heard his breath hitch when you brushed your fingers over his skin to get the gauze tight. His muscles on his chest jumped and you hastily apologized, trying to fill up the awkward lack of noise.

But neither of you said anything further as you continued to wrap the never ending roll around his upper arm, torso, shoulder, and chest. As you finished, you stuck the tape down and began cleaning your supplies. Silently, Jeongguk retrieved his jacket and slipped it on. When he made a motion to stand up while you were cleaning, you pushed him back onto sitting on the bed. “Wait Jeongguk. Let’s get you moved to a hospital ward here and we can get you started on the IV and the antibiotics. You’re not in good condition right now because of the blood loss and I can’t let you go without making sure the infection is flushed from your system.”

He still refused to make eye contact, but still sat down anyway. Sighing, you finished collecting the scraps of fabric from his shirt, the bloody towels, and remains of your work onto the cart and you wheeled it out into the sanitizing room. “Nurse Lee, could you prepare a ward for the patient with the gun wound? I’ll be taking care of him and taking him up there myself.”

When you returned to the bed and flung the curtains aside, you found nothing.

No clothes, no stained bedsheets, no patient. No Jeongguk. Nothing.

Panicking, you ran outside to where the hubbub of the emergency room bustled around you. Asing other nurses and doctors yielded no results; no one had seen anyone enter or exit that section of the ward except you. Running up to the desk, you desperately asked them to look up the patient with the gunshot wound dressed in all black in that bed, and each nurse came up with nothing. “Not even a patient named Jeon Jeongguk?!” Still nothing.

After a few more minutes of frantically searching for your patient, your seniors saw you running around and decided it was time to give you some more work to do. As you got dragged away to a different station, it took all of your will to not run back to the emergency area and scour the area for your injured friend.

It wasn’t until two hours later, when you finally ended your shift and desperately needed to get home before you collapsed from exhaustion and the gross-feeling of working all day, you found him again. As you got off the bus and opened the door to your small apartment complex, you almost screamed to see a figure slumped on your couch.

There he was, the jacket open like he’d left it, the gauze stained red, and legs hanging off the handrest. He was breathing heavily, and his hair was wet with cold sweat and his eyes drooping with the effort of sitting up. Gasping and dropping your bag to run to his side and prop him up, you lifted his face with your hands, worriedly searching his eyes for any signs of shock. But instead of dilated pupils and shaky irises, you just saw the eyes of your childhood friend staring tiredly back into yours.

“Jeongguk, you okay?”

Grinning, and huffing as he winced, he pointed to something on your coffee table. “I brought the antibiotic and the IV drip stuff.”

Looking back to where he was pointing, you saw that he had indeed stolen two bags of the antibiotic and the IV kit, as well as some other materials.

“Jeongguk, what’s going on please tell me, I need to know if I’m going to help you.” you pleaded. His head was becoming heavier in your hands, the exhaustion and burden of the wound and infection taking a toll on him. He just grabbed one of your wrists and looked up at you with a sad and begging expression.

“You’re the only one I could trust.” and with that, his head lolled and he slumped over with the effort of keeping himself up. Concerned, but still knowing it would be harder to get him to your bed if he passed out, you helped him get his good arm over your shoulders before stumbling your way to your small bed. Once he hit the bed, he collapsed. You scrambled to cover him with your sheets and remove his jacket and shoes before running back to retrieve the IV drip he’d brought. After hooking it up, you sat as he breathed haggardly with his eyes screwed shut. You watched him for a bit, highly concerned, highly suspicious, and so confused.

It seemed like even talking was taking too much effort so you just sat there, wiping his cold sweat with some cool towels and cleaning his wound. All of a sudden, your phone buzzed.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N? It’s me Youngjae, and Yongguk sunbae told me to call. Apparently there was a break-in into one of our pharmacies and storage closets, and right now they’re running an inventory to see what’s missing. You were here for the last shift right? Did you see anything?”

You glance up at the IV drip hanging near your bed and hooked up to Jeongguk’s arm, and you’re about to reply, when a hand grips your hand that was resting on the bed. You look down to see Jungkook grasping your hand tightly, eyes begging with an otherwise unreadable plea.

Furrowing your brow, you hesitate. Jeon Jeongguk had disappeared for 10 years, gotten a suspicious high-salary job, and had just returned to your hospital and home after years of contact. It was so odd how he knew where you worked, where you lived, and showed up with a gun shot wound and who knows what other baggage.

But as the grip tightened, Youngjae spoke again. “Y/N? You there?”

And you answered.

“Yeah, no. I didn’t see anything suspicious” and hung up. And after hearing your response, Jeongguk smiled tiredly, and fell asleep. The both of you didn’t say anything, but your hands were clasped together over his chest.

And this was how Jeon Jeongguk entered your life.

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hello my name is paola and this is my life

i live in monterrey, the shittiest/coolest city in mexico (if you live here you know what im talking about). i was born in march 15, 2002. i had a really good life, i played with my twin sister, ate lots of baked goods and hung out with my neighbors. i also went on a lot of trips. like, a lot. my life was great until something changed, my parents got divorced. after that we had to move back to the home i was raised in and live with my grandparents. during the divorce process i was very anxious and i had very bad grades. i also found fandoms. i staned elrubiusomg for a long time, probably 2 years. i made lots of internet friends, this was my scape. then i got into 8th grade, were i started for some reason being very sad and depressive. i cried a lot during that time. i tried to cut myself but i was never that brave. i am very happy i did not do it. in 9th grade a lot of things happened. i discovered the high school i wanted to go to, i also found a passion for makeup, and i "found" one of the best persons i could have ever met. my best friend. his name is ricky, and when i say found isnt because i just met him, weve met for 10 years but until this summer we discovered our huge connection. we tell everything to each other. we started talking after prom, we already talked but it wasnt until prom that we discovered how we could basically talk about everything. i eill always remember that morning, we talked for almost 4 hours about tons of things. from that day on, we talk every single day, until we became best friends at the end of the summer. remember i told you we tell esch other everything? well, there is something he doesn't know. i crush him. yes, i love him as a friend and he does too, but he likes a different girl. the weird part is thst i dont reslly matter giving him advice on girls or anything, which is weird because usually when i have a crush the last thing i want to do is for him to talk about the girl she likes and then give him advice on how to make her fall in love with him. it probably is because i love him so much thst i just want to see him happy. we have a beautiful supportive and hilarious relationship thst i wouldn't change for anything. so, how is life treating me now? well i got into the school that i dreamt about a year ago, i have the best friend group ive ever had and my best friend also calls me his best friend. other amazing friends i have right now are ale, reno, chela and mariana. i wouldnt change those girls for anything in these world. also the best of all is majo, she is different than a best friend, we have a connection that even if we don't talk every day or see each other very often, we always have each other in our hearts. so as for now i can say that i have a very happy life even after the rough paths ive been through these last weeks, i think everything turned out better than expected and i am very jolly about that. for now, i love makeup, animation, and writing. i hope that this christmas will be a good one and i can finally get those kicks ive been dreaming about. also, i might go through surgery to loose some weight and i am very pumped about it. so, that is my life for now, and i wouldn't change it for anything.

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DO ALL OF THE AESTHETIC ASKS (but not the ones you're uncomfortable answering)

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

last monday in the gameroom a little louder than i should have

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

any moment i’ve spent with people whose company i enjoy

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

I would increase my voluntary salah, make some more dua, probably pray my salah with other people instead of alone, and go back to jumuah (i havent been going and i miss it). overall increase my rememberance of Allah

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

things id like to accomplish in this life inshaallah (based on first thing that comes to mind)

-memorize the Quran

-get married

-travel with my future husband everywhere (inshaallah inshaallah)

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

my mom honestly. sometimes we go on little adventures (thrift stores, short walks, cafes, or even grocery shopping) and she gets excited over the cutest things like teacups and stuff and she works so hard for her business and she balances so much on top of her normal responsibilities mashaallah shes such a great role model may Allah protect her and reward her for everything she does ameen

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

I would say my childhood was average, there were a few times where ive gone through rough patches but theyve made me who i am today and I’m thankful for that.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

a couple nights ago in front of my mom, i got overwhelmed with a bunch of things that stressed me out and she knew something was up and she asked about it so i kind of cried a bit.

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

my future husband (inshaallah). I dont know why, but it just seems that it should be him. stargazing seems like a really peaceful activity that requires comfortable quiet and that was the first thing that came to mind.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

not really.... considering the fact i’m kind of awkward at first meeting people.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

with maryam, shes one of my best friends and im thankful for her

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

To anyone in the room, my shahaada (bearing witness that there is no God worthy of worship except Allah and that Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him is His servant and Messenger)

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

They’re calming to look into!

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

Its a verse from the Quran that I feel like has affected my life alot, from surah Hashr ayah 59, the translation being “And be not like those who forgot Allah, so He made them forget themselves. Those are the defiantly disobedient.” along with surah Ra’d ayah 28, “Verily in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest”. Lately ive been feeling alot of anxiety for issues of this dunya, and at the same time i have to be honest but I wasnt 100% with remembering Allah. I was doing it, but it wasnt with the best intentions, and I’m trying to fix it. Alhamdulillah my chest is a bit lighter and I feel calmer, as if my heart is at more ease than it was before, subhanallah.

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

probably donate it to my community school, they really need the money for repairs.

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

I didnt used to be. I used to hold grudges for a long time until i realized it wasnt healthy and also it wasnt good. and then i was forgiving to people who had harmed me, but if anyone did anything to my friends i would stay mad at them even when my friends had forgiven them (at this point i was like okay tasneem chill). now i can say (alhamdulillah) that i have an okay level of forgiveness (better than what i used to have before).

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

Dont worry about what other people think about you because none of it matters in the end. You are beautiful. You will go through fake friends and one sided friendships and they will leave but you will find gems that will help you grow as a person and will be there for you and call you out on your mistakes for your sake so grit your teeth a bit more and ride it out, verily with hardship comes ease. drill that in your mind, repeat it, because you will go through so much difficulty and emptiness but none of it is in vain. You did not go to umd like you wanted but youre much happier here alhamdulillah and you’ll see why.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

pastel! definetly pastel

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

I’ve been exposed to cultures where nose piercings are normal, and i have my ears pierced. for myself i wouldnt want to go past either of those but people are free to pierce whatever they want. Tattoos mehhhhhh i wont judge anyone who has them but theyre not allowed in Islam. personally i prefer henna.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

i wear whatever im in the mood/energy for on each given day, but if its a big even i do a full face (what i consider full face is foundation/concealer and my eyes/eyebrows, plus occasional highlight) I dont have time in my routine for eyeshadow or learning how to do it. On class days that i do wear it it’ll range from fresh face to eyebrows and eyeliner+mascara.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

Donald Trump, you are the shittiest human being in the world. (not changing this)

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

(has not been to a concert)

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

red bc its cool

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

zaynub, maryam, hibaaq, afraah, and raneem and maybe somewhere in dc or an art museum or a city with cafes OH YEAH A CAT CAFE

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

i saw this fanart of a hijabi airbender and it was so freaking cool i wanted to do a costume party and do a hijabified avatar character bc thats sick as heck

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

lol the most high ive been was at the dentist office off of laughing gas and my limbs were falling off the chair and i was laughing my head off

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

kill someone

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

i’d rather only listen to one song because i love the people i surround myself with and i cant choose just one.

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

for me it was kind of heart painful. my heart would miss the person a bit after they passed by and it would go on for months... wishing for another way to see them even if its just a few seconds, the feeling that you’ve met before and wish to meet again, and after a long time when you think you’re over them, they show up and it all starts over.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

i’ve been told id look good in short hair and ive always wanted to try it?

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

honestly my drinks vary but i usually like eating the turkey egg white sandwich. not even myself bc i never know what i want from there *nervous sweats*

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

making it to Paradise via pleasing Allah (SWT)

#personal #ask #14phbitch

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