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Null / male / ??? / doesn’t know you.

A young man with retrograde amnesia and yes, he doesn’t know why and how he found himself confined in a certain facility where strange people come in and out everyday to experiment on him, he hear them say that they must nullify him. These people would even conduct what they call a ‘special physical experiment’ on him, he doesn’t recall exactly how, but he knows the pain for sure and he’s not able to do anything but to regret his existence everyday. He’d be injected with different sort of drugs everyday that apparently contributed to his messed up head– there are even cases when his mind would breakdown and would reset due to trauma and pain. But at the end of the day, the strange people would make sure he doesn’t die. Because he is too weak to even break out, add to that his messed up head, Null can’t keep count of how long he’s been locked in that facility. On one miraculous day though, he was able to escape.

He’s not good at tending to his own wounds. Nobody minded telling him where he’s from or his actual name. His right eye can’t see anymore, seems like it was nullified and it only reflects the color of the galaxy. Gullible child. When he got out he’s afraid of falling asleep or losing consciousness cause he thinks he’s mind would reset again. Doesn’t like being cold. A big crybaby. Tired. Needs help.

I wonder what’s up with him and why those people were using him.

They robbed all the stars.

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Uh yeah. Hey, hello I hope you enjoy this. Bye.

I didn’t want to tag anyone but I wanted to credit everyone… credit goes to:

tandembicycles (for posting this post)
- eraserheacl (for throwing gas to the fire Tandem started)
sevi007 ( for Dabitrick and for Overward playing the clarinet on this post)

in loving memory

pairing: jeongguk x reader
genre: angst
word count: 12,170
warnings: terminal illness, hospitals, needles, etc; 
note: put a tiny bit of a twist on this one, but i’m not sure how to categorize the concept itself. it involves a japanese legend that i based off on the children’s book Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes.

Originally posted by jessabella-hime

Jeon Jeongguk is ill.

It first surfaced when he was out playing with his friends, running along with them one summer morning, his shoes scraping against the pavement as he ran fast to keep up. In the midst of it all, as he was reaching out to tap his friend’s shoulder and finally get his revenge on him, Jeongguk suddenly felt his legs collapse from underneath him and soon the soft skin of his cheek met with the coarse concrete. He remembered his friends running to get his parents and when his father carried him in his arms, he fell unconscious and woke up in a cold hospital room where his mother sobbed quietly.

Jeongguk was eleven years old when he was diagnosed with something that he commonly referred to as what made people treat him differently.

The changes that came with this revelation were drastic. Jeongguk often had to miss out on school for weeks at a time, staying in the vicinity of a hospital where he lay in bed all day under careful observation by doctors. What used to be time spent for learning and making friends is now scheduled for routine check ups and treatment. Even the people Jeongguk had considered friends whispered about him and steered cleared of him, even though his illness isn’t contagious in any way. In truth, it was their parents that made his old friends avoid him, used him and his sickness as a way of threatening their children when they weren’t obedient.

“Go study, or else you’ll end up like that Jeon kid!” They would say variations of this, as if Jeongguk had been reduced to some kind of curse that only existed when fear is the only thing that would get through their young minds.

As a result, Jeon Jeongguk often felt lonely, having only minimal conversations with the nurses that routinely checked up on him while he stays in the hospital, and his family who try their best to look as if their youngest isn’t burdened by what could possibly be a terminal illness. The doctors called him a fighter, and Jeongguk would smile up at them with eyes filled with certainty because he believed them and will try his best to endure every process he has to undergo to get better.

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A tiny kissy from a tiny goop
just accept the kissy, it’ll make him happy

anonymous asked:

can you tell me more about spot and you with him? you dont have to i just find it interesting! hope im not bothering you

oh, sure! i suppose there’s not too much to tell though, unfortunately. he was a small soft toy, and i don’t remember where i got him from. maybe he was a gift from a relative? but i do remember the stroller i wheeled him around in came from my neighbours when they moved (they had a lot of barbie toys from their daughter, tho i didn’t care about those i just wanted the stroller)

the stint i had him for i feel was probably less than a year, considering my childhood in that area was rather limited (only five years, from when i was 2 until 7). i was a rather active child, one of my first memories being the discovery of bees by the action of punching one. yea, i punched a bee and that’s how i found out about bees and stingers. i also once ran headfirst at a very large bearded dragon, so as you can tell i wasn’t a very ‘kept’ child.

the area we lived in was in the dip of a large set of hills, in the suburbs. my area of roaming was anywhere between these two points. it was a fairly safe neighbourhood i think, my parents didn’t seem too worried about my exploring. i remember taking spot around this area while cars drove past. for whatever reason, a large van is associated also with this memory, but family friends of ours owned a van, so yeah.

i’m unsure if anything sinister really happened, but if it did, my parents were unaware of it. i very literally have a hole in my memory between playing with spot, and then having empty hands. this was long before we moved, so there’s no risk of him being left behind while moving. maybe he was ruined, maybe he was taken. maybe i was hurt and have repressed it, or maybe it’s just an innocent coincidence. i did have a troubled childhood with my father and abuse, but we’ve long since talked about it, and i’ve accepted how his actions damaged myself and our family, and he is sort of recognising it too.

basically, i know as much as you with this information that i have, because no one else knows about it but me, and what i have is very limited. maybe one day i’ll get a kick in the teeth and remember something very dangerous and very bad, but until that moment i simply accept these holes and worries as smaller things in my past that have made me who i am today.


[MOD]: HI HELLO SAIN IS BACK FOR A BIT!!! he’ll be accepting ANY questions about him <3333 feel free to welcome him back!!
i dunno how long this will last but i hope it’ll be a while!

mrow what about a stormpilot au with hunk as finn and lance as poe….. u feel me? u feel me? i’m feeling it


Person B kisses Person A’s cheek for the first time, and both are blushing firetruck red, but smiling at each other. @otpprompts

I started drawing this in July and back then I thought it was a good idea haha.

Anyway I was thinking about how Dorian was holding up with being affectionate until he knew for sure the Inquisitor wants more. All those things he never thought he will have a chance to do, simple things like kiss on the cheek, are suddenly real. It’s a brand new territory for him. After the first night with Vaxus he decided to give it a try. And Maker save him, it’s so embarrassing and so wonderful at the same time.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any teacherly advice on how to get through diplomas(and/or multiple school projects that you're unmotivated to finish)?

Haha goodness uhhh…from the perspective of a teacher, I encourage you to reach out to your teachers/professors that you trust when you’re feeling overwhelmed and unfocused. Hopefully they can be a source of support and maybe can offer extensions if possible. Make sure you turn in something of quality, even if it’s not the original or proposed product. Something is always better than nothing! And make sure if issues come up, don’t wait until the last minute to address them. It’ll come off as an excuse, not an explanation.

From the perspective of a person who’s gotten/getting degrees and projects done and all that jazz, I say keep powering through! Take breaks, make adjustments, watch your health, let your friends help you destress, and know that one day you’ll reach the conclusion of your degree/project/etc and you’ll be hella proud of it! Don’t give up! You can do the thing! :D