its done so much for me oh goodness


The post ends with the line “it takes a lot of courage to stand up to your friend and your hero like that.”






Keith and Lance are Harry and Neville

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Otayuri fic recs #3

Sweet Summer Mornings by thelonelywriter (oneshot, nsfw)

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER OH MY GOD HOW CAN SOMETHING BE SO PERFECT Listen to me this fic made me smile so hard just when i needed it the most. So basically this is 10k words of Otayuri fluff and smut. They are so perfect together. SO BEAUTIFUL ❤❤❤❤

Hashtags by abrandnewheart (oneshot, sfw)

It is gonna kill you and your life will be ruined after reading this. In other words beutiful angst thet will leave you with a lot feelings. I hate it and I love it at the same time. Thank you @mylittlesecretshelter for recommending me this.Don’t read if you dont want to be sad,

Honey, We Broke the Children by blackmountainbones (oneshot, teen and up)

OMG this is so funny I’ve been laughiing the whole time while reading this. Victor is a main character and he is super worried about Yurio( Yurio has a daddy kink #daddybek ;) ) and it is super funny and adorable. 

Gold Medal by howlingmoonrise (TheDarkStoryteller) (oneshot, nsfw)

So in this one Otabek is completely different than in most fics but it is so cool to read. Also this one is super hot.

Halsey Series of Sin by siren of old (series, nsfw)

Ok so this is series of 6 short fics that shows development of their feeling for each other. I love it so much because you can find here fluff, smut and angst (aka everything I need from a good fic). and OMG everything is perfect here you have to read it you won’t regret it I promise

How Long You Walked For (til you got lost tonight) by LiviKate (oneshot, nsfw)

OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING I LOVE IT SO MUCH the ending just killed me with its cuteness everything here is just perfect I am so in love just asdfghjkl AMAZING okay i am done screaming about it so Otabek here loves Yurio so much but is completely oblivious to the other boy feelings

I really hope you are gona like it. If you do, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments under the fics. This authors deserve them so much


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You Can't Spell Elementarily Without "ily"

Alfred has never liked English.

 It wasn’t exciting, it was tedious, and it could be utterly ridiculous. (Some authors choose certain names because they like them, not because they are trying to insert some secret meaning!) But what he hated most of all was how unstraightforward it all was. There was no one “right” answer, and a lot of things depended on personal opinion. Alfred hated that. He was a math and science guy, and he liked things to be clear-cut and concise

The only reason he was taking LitAnalysis301 was because he needed the credits to graduate. Alfred wished he got his credits out of the way last year, but instead he spent his freshman year of college exploring fields and majors. If only he’d hadn’t been so stupid. 

And of course it didn’t help that he took the class at eight am. Damn it for being the only time left

Alfred was doodling as the professor entered the room. At least the professor’s cute. Professor Arthur Kirkland was a man of a small stature, with sandy blond hair and really thick eyebrows, large enough to be the cause of a nickname. He had piercing emerald eyes that stared right through you, and he was British, making many swoon with his accent. 

(If he were being honest, it made Alfred swoon a bit as well.) 

Professor Kirkland cleared his throat.
“I hope you all did the reading last night, because you will all be writing an essay on your findings. Due in 3 days. Futhermore, turn to page 367 in your textbooks….”

Alfred complied, trying not to get too distracted. The class wasn’t too difficult, being as mostly freshmen took it, however, Professor Kirkland was so enchanting that Alfred often found himself captivated in his mannerisms and the musicality of his voice rather than what he was saying. It didn’t help that it seemed like Professor Kirkland gazed at him more than the other students either.

 However, Alfred felt guilty. He was loathe to admit it, but he had a crush on his english professor. A guy wayyy older than him. He was gross. 

Alfred couldn’t help it! Kirkland was way too cute for his own good: the way his eyebrows scrunched up when he was grading, his snarkiness, his passion, the way his eyes lit up when he was teaching something he was excited about, his sorry attempts at jokes, the way he tried to lighten the mood when he could tell everyone was having a bad morning, his gruffiness, his laughter, his rare smile that made Alfred’s heart melt. 

 Alfred knew he shouldn’t, but he found every excuse to spend time with the man one-on-one. He would take longer than necessary getting his materials packed up, he would stay after class to ask about things that he actually had no trouble with, and he would attend all the events Kirkland suggested, (would also attend) even if they weren’t required. 

 He just tried his damn best to impress him. Alfred would answer questions in class, lead discussions, try to show how much of a leader and a good person he was, do all his homework, and spend all-nighters writing perfect essays. 

And for what? It seemed like it was for nothing. Kirkland never really noticed Alfred, barely even saying “well done” on his near perfect essays. Near perfect! By Kirkland standards! A feat practically impossible to achieve! 

So against his better judgements, (and his best friend Kiku’s very cautious warnings and ill-advisement) Alfred bought roses (Kirkland’s favorite, he did his research) and marched up to Kirkland one day after class. 

“Uh, Professor Kirkland?” Alfred blushed slightly, nervously shuffling his feet. 

“Yes Jones?” 

 He knows my name! Holy fuck- calm down Jones, you can do this. Alfred took a deep breath and shoved the roses at the Brit’s face. “I really like you!” Smooth, Jones.

The professor blushed, accepting the roses and setting them down. “Jones-” 

“Please, it’s Alfred.” 

Alfred  then, listen I’m touched, but-” 

Alfred interrupted him. “Yes I know I’m disgusting, I’m 20 and you’re probably almost double my age and I shouldn’t have a crush on you but I do because you’re amazing and funny and I hate English and Literature but I like you, and-”

 “Alfred please, listen to me.” Alfred raised his head, ashamed.
Kirkland put his hand on Alfred’s cheek. “I’m not disgusted by you, I mean sure it’s a little unconventional, but I’m in no place to talk, seeing as I, uh, rather fancy you too-” he was cut off by Alfred’s lips crashing into his, which he promptly responded to. After they broke away from each other, Alfred was grinning ear to ear, and Arthur had a light blush on him as well. However, his expression still became more serious 

 “Alfred, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think we can see each other. And let me finish!” Arthur said, seeing that Alfred’s mouth had started to open. “It’s not that I don’t like you, and the age difference isn’t a problem, I’m only 24. Yes, I know, surprising. But I’m your teacher. You’re my student. It wouldn’t be right.” 

Alfred wanted to say many things. He wanted to say that who cared. He wanted to say that they could be careful. He wanted to say that if they just weren’t caught that they could work. But Alfred knew deep in his heart that Arthur was right. They couldn’t. He sighed. “You’re right.”

I’m so sorry-” 

“But what if I wasn’t your student! After this class. I wouldn’t be your student. We could date then, couldn’t we? 

“I suppose we could…” 

 “We can! I’ll wait for you.” 

Arthur smiled. Alfred grinned back. 

“Now I know why you seemed to always stare at me.” 

 Arthur blushed. “I-I-I- hoped you wouldn’t notice! I was that obvious?” Alfred chuckled, nodding. “I couldn’t help it! You’re too captivating.” Arthur smacked his chest. “You see I wanted to give you full marks on your papers, but I have a reputation to uphold.

 Alfred shook his head. “Understandable.” 

“I noticed, you know.” 

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Noticed what?” 

 “How you tried your best to spend time with me.“ It was Alfred’s turn to blush. 

 “It was cute.” Arthur gave him a peck on the cheek.

 Eventually they exchanged numbers, both heading their separate ways. In class, nothing changed. But in reality, they texted and called and hung out as friends, but nothing more. Not until Alfred was done with that that class, where upon the first day he could, he kissed Arthur hard on the lips, who responded by putting his arms around Alfred. 

 “Shall we make up for all the time we missed?” Alfred smiled, gazing into Arthur’s eyes, still as beautiful as ever. 

 “Of course love. I’m tired of waiting.”




anonymous asked:

I always think about how you're a family, it's night, baby's sleeping. Both of you finally in your bedroom, having intimate moment, it's getting hotter, you're under the sheets, making your husband feel good and suddenly baby's coming with a "mommy? daddy? I can't sleep" and you're both panicking. I don't know, always makes me laugh 😂

FDKJFHSKJF oh my god. 

It’s definitley been a minute since he’s been inside of you. It’s been a while since you two have done anything that wasn’t clean after your baby, chase him around the house, feed him and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. 

So that doesn’t leave much time for anything else. Because when the baby is asleep…after three stories and a song…you’re both too exhausted to do anything but pass out. 

But tonight you’ve managed to find yourself under Harry, clothes still on because you haven’t had the energy to take them off yet. And you’re lifting your hips up to meet his and he’s grinding onto you just the same. His lips all over you and you’re wrapped so tightly around him just needing to feel him. And you’re so impatient knowing that your time is always limited so you’re reaching hurriedly for his zipper to pull him out. 

And that’s when you hear the sound of small feet on the floor outside that you’re so used to. And Harry does too. You both stop what you’re doing, shushing each other to make sure you both heard what you think you heard. 

‘Can’t be, I read him three fuckin’ stories.’ Harry whispers. ‘He was out like a light.’ 

It’s quiet for a few moments so you two continue. Harry’s lips are back on yours and he’s pulled your shorts down enough to slip into you. You always keep your door slightly open so you can hear him if he cries but the baby knows how to push it wide open now. And that’s what he does moments later and he’s whimpering and wailing like he always does when he’s tired but can’t get back to sleep. 

‘Shit—‘ You gasp when you turn your head to see your baby by the door. You manage to get out from under Harry. ‘M’coming handsome, I know, I know you’re tired. S’why you’re this upset.’ You slip your shorts on hurriedly. ‘I knew I heard him outside.’ 

‘Got to teach him how to knock one of these days.’ Harry laughs as you manage to get up to put the baby back to bed. 

Crazy Girl ~ Crazy Life

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language. This chapter delves a bit into Number 6′s past, which isn’t happy, possible triggers including child abuse.

In the last chapter, I mentioned the reader’s childhood dog and how it died from a bite. I changed how it died to better fit the story.

I wanted to get this out so I’m not too sure if it’s good or not, for that I apologize.

2600 words

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Burn Pt.2 (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: YAY! I finally got to writing this! This is mostly fluff, but there is going to be a part 3 because if you think I’m going to end this series without a bit (ALOT) of angst, you don’t know me at all. BE SURE TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK AND REQUESTS FOR PART 3 IF YOURE INTERESTED! LOVE YALL. 

Requested: But I’m too lazy to find the requests… so no.

Part 1


You didn’t have to wait long for a response. You sat in your cubicle at work when your phone started to ring, when you pulled it out to see an unknown number you smirked before you answered it.

“Hello?” You said innocently.

“Hi, um. I didn’t know if you wanted me to call or um- to text you. And is this too soon? I feel like it’s too soon, but I- I uh- I couldn’t wait.” He jumbled out from the other side of the phone.

You let out a soft laugh

“Actually, I’m pleasantly surprised.” You say genuinely.

You could hear him sigh in relief.

You turned up west side story in the background, just enough so he could hear it through the phone. You leaned in to the speakers of your laptop.

“So.. uh, wait is that west side story?” He exclaimed.

Score, you knew read that about him somewhere.

“Yeah! It is.” You respond, scared as to if he would ask you more about the musical. (Hey, you cared about the interview but you didn’t care that much to research a whole musical.)

You smiled just at the thought of him getting excited about it.

“So, Lin, how are you?” You ask pulling out a notepad to write down as much as you could.

“I’ve been good, busy actually. But like that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make time out for you if you wanted to grab a bite with me.” He chanced.

A one on one interview with Lin? What more could you want?

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You asked, giddy.

“I’d do anything for a chance with you.” He said smoothly.

Damn, he was smooth when he wasn’t flustered.

“Alright, time and place.” You asked as you began to play with the pen in your hand.

“Is tonight ok? I know dinner isn’t ideal, but I know this great restaurant.. and I”

“Dinner sounds great. Pick me up at 6:30. I’ll text you my address.” You said promptly before he embarrassed himself once more.

“Uh ok.” He said hesitantly, unsure what to call this meeting of yours.

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date?!” He exclaimed questioning if he’d heard you right. The happiness was audible in his voice.

You giggled before you responded.

“Can’t wait to see you babe.” You said into your phone before hanging up.

You rushed home that evening, mostly to brainstorm how you were going to record all the information he was going to give you without looking suspicious. You didn’t want to hurt him. You really didn’t, but your job meant to much to you to risk and you were willing to break a few hearts doing so. You decided on a recording device to put in your purse and a small notebook that you titled ‘Lin’s Interview’ for when you needed to write down key things. You glanced at the clock only to have a heart attack realizing it was 6:15. Scrambling to get ready, you slipped on a black dress and some heels, throwing your hair up and quickly packing your bag before someone knocked at your door.

“Coming!” you yelled. You mentally gave yourself a reminder to start the recording device once in the restaurant before opening the door.

Your breath was knocked out of you.

He stood at your door in a button down and a pair of nice dress pants, his hair pulled back.


He was hot.

“Whoah.” he said looking at you up and down. “You look beautiful.”

He offered you his hand like a gentleman and you took it as he led you out of your apartment. You suddenly wished you would have spent more time on your outfit and makeup tonight. You began to smooth out your hair, why did you even care? It wasn’t like you actually were going on a date. This was strictly for work you reminded yourself.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to look more beautiful from this morning but boy was I wrong.” he complimented you on the elevator.

You hooked your arm around his and leaned up to press a kiss onto his cheek to see a blush spread his face.

“Quite the charmer aren’t you?” you say, “Do you do this with all the girls who run into you?”

“Nope. Only to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, God knows when I’ll ever see you again.”

It was your turn to blush and you buried your head into his side.

“You really do flatter me Lin.”

You arrived at the restaurant to be seated in the back corner booth. Lin’s arm never left your waist as he walked with you behind the server. You slipped into the booth across from him and leaned on the table, before you could start the conversation, Lin beat you to it.

“You seem awfully comfortable going out to dinner with a complete stranger, not that I’m complaining, but do you do this often?”

You pretended to act offended, “Are you calling me easy Lin?”

“I-what! No, of course not. Shit. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and admired your face.” he stuttered.

You laughed, “Truthfully I don’t do this often, but I’m young and life is too short to miss out on a date with an incredibly attractive man who seems to be interested in you.” you said naturally. None of it was forced.

“HA.” he chuckled shaking his head, “I’m sure you’ve been approached by much more attractive men than I.”

“Nope, your the hottest in NYC.”

“I must be dreaming.” he said rubbing his eyes.

“Why Lin? Do you see me in your dreams”

Lin’s eyes went wide and he kept his mouth shut.

“It’s only our first date Y/N, I don’t want to scare you off already.” he said finally with a smirk.
The dinner went too quickly, of course. You weren’t expecting to have such a good time. It had been such a long time when you felt at ease at a first date, he made you feel so special.

The waiter came with the check and before he could pull out his wallet, you pulled out your credit card from your bra (For easy access. Don’t judge me). You saw Lin’s eyes follow your hand to your chest and his eyes went dark and face slightly flushed before he snapped his head back up. You put the credit card on the bill and tried to call over the waiter before he argued.

“NO! What do you think you’re doing?” he said taking your credit card once he processed the situation and shoving his credit card onto the bill.

“Lin I owe you, remember? I’m the one who ran into you today.” you said giddy from the date.

“No, you made up it up to me by deciding to go out with me. I can die a happy man now that I got even 15 minutes with you.” he said holding the bill to his chest so you couldn’t grab it. He called the waiter over and handed him the bill before you could do anything. The waiter took the bill and you looked at Lin with a pout.

“God, how are you just as hot when you’re upset?” he laughed and you couldn’t hold the pout for much longer as it transformed into a smile.

“I owe you now for putting a frown on that pretty little face of yours.” he said getting out of the booth and you followed him out of the restaurant.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you said as you stood at the curb waiting for your uber.

“I’m going to make sure you get home safe.” he said, his arm finding its place around your waist.

“Oh, Lin. You really don’t need to do that for me. You’ve already done so much.” you said turning to him.

“I insist. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt and I wasn’t there.” he said as he opened the car door for you and you felt your heart swell at his kindness. He was a good guy, a great guy actually.

Before you knew it, the car stopped in front of your apartment and you paid the driver as you got out of the car and Lin followed you to the doors.

“I had a really great time tonight.” he said tucking a stray hair of yours behind your ear.

“Me too.” you said your face hot realizing how close he was. You glanced down at his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you.

“I’d better go to bed if I want to get to work tomorrow.” you sighed and turned to the door when Lin pulled you back. He pulled you close so that your face was just millimeters from his. His hands found the small of your back and his lips were on yours. You immediately kissed back with just as much passion as your arms found their way around his neck. Sparks ignited in your gut and your heart fluttered. You pulled away first, out of breath, leaning your forehead against his.

“Lin.” you whispered.


“You owe me a second date.”

“Fuck yes.” he said causing you to giggle. You pulled him into another kiss, quick this time and you turned toward the door.

“Get home safe.” you said before walking into the complex and heading towards the elevator. You blew him a kiss through the glass door of your complex building and he made the motion of catching it and putting it into his back pocket. Your heart was pumping fast as you got into the elevator, and once the doors closed you placed your fingertips on your lips where you swore you still felt sparks. Once on your floor you practically floated into your apartment and landed on your bed feeling like you were on a cloud.

You liked him. You liked him alot. You liked him so much you forgot to turn on the recording device, write anything down, and anything he said during your date. You forgot about the interview. You forgot it was work. The only thing on your mind was the way his lips felt on yours and the way it made your heart skip a beat.

leyloves  asked:

I saw your reply about One Rainy Day. I guess I didn't read it carefully enough because I thought it was complete. I just binge read the entire thing today and I NEED MORE omg its so good. Its amazing how much you have progressed as an artist over the years. It makes me want to start drawing again. <3

Oh, sorry, hahahaha XD
Yeah, it’s not done yet, though it is on its last chapter! :D
It makes me really happy that you are enjoying ORD so much ;A;
It’s literally my child X3
Yeah, I’ve been at it for about 5 years or so now!!! o3o
It’s awesome to hear that you think the art improvement has been good ;w;
You should def start drawing again!!! OuO
You know what the best part of art is? No matter what level you’re at, the only place to go is up! ^w^
you will always improve as long as you keep going :D

ahyesfandoms  asked:

I really love your art!! Like aah!! I have no idea how to describe it, but like, its so like... sharp! And your coloring??? Oh man dont bet me started!! Its so so wonderfully done! Like realistic but still with your pwn style and its just aghhh i have no words!!! Its just all so so good! A+ on like literally everything you've drawn! I saw like you progressed from a while back (a year i think?) to now and its just amazing!!! Keep up the good work my dude!! I love it so much!!

Thank you so much woah! It means a lot to hear that. I just love colours so much. I always think of my colouring process as like Im sculpting my drawing. 

anonymous asked:

um excuse you, Ilinca does bring some joy around. Why are you so cynical? It got 6th or 7th place and it's not that bad of a song. There are foreigners who appreciated too and it's not all 'cause it's meme material and even if its why is that such a problem? There are more serious/meaningful songs as considered by some but they don't bring much joy either. Why do you hate it so much?


But to answer your oh! so brave ask:

  1. Good for you and all of you who enjoyed her. She only gave me a headache.
  2. It is a constant state of mind. I can’t help it. It also has to do with my inbox being full of people who hate her or kiss her butt.
  3. The place is irrelevant and if it is bad or not… it is a matter of taste?
  4. I really don’t care if foreigners liked it or not. Good for them. Every ESC song ends up being a meme. The problem would be that the brat now sees herself even more of a Jesus of music.
  5. That is really not my problem? Again, joy is subjective.
  6. Becaaaaauuuse I happen to not like it? The hate came from the duo being overly promoted by celebs before they were even chosen to represent Ro. I found it not fair and a form of manipulation. I already mentioned maaaaany times that I’ve never liked her as a singer. She could sing My heart will go on and I would still not like it.

Also, I didn’t ask you why you like it (I mean, i don’t even care, but the joy joy joy joy thing gave me a hint) so can we both get over it? Eurovision is over, she can mind her damn career, I will forget about her, she will remain a meme on Tumblr for 3 more days and will be remembered every year, the joy will remain in you soul and shit like that.

O zi fabuloasa, pisi!


o deep well of red ink,
o wide and comely bookshelf,
o vast web of mostly facts,
be with me now;
my instincts are good,
my instincts are right,
my skills are scalpels
on the belly of my work
to bring forth from it
what it has always been.
guide me as the birds are guided,
by a north they need not understand.
this is my craft and my calling
and what i do for others 
let me now do for myself.

starlight-ciel  asked:

oh my god.. ohh my good. its currently exactly midnight and i just got done reading words that water flowers, holy fucking shit, an actual fucking masterpiece, writing written by GOD himself. ok no but seriously- fuck where do i begin. ok this is my first killugon fic and im so glad i had the privilege of reading it, it made me fucking cry and so incredibly happy at the same time. I have high standards when it comes to fics, and you my friend.. you're somethin else.. wow. im at a loss for words

(continued) your writing is absolutely incredible thank u SosoSosO much for writing that beautiful piece of art that i had the ABSOLUTE pleasure of taking in, God i really needed that, thank you. you have NO idea how much words that water flowers has effected me positively.. the way you captured both gon and killuas relationship and their personalities, im so happy right now. I lost so much sleep but at the same time i feel on top of the world.. ok ima stop being dorky now.. thank you.. just, thank you, wow

I……I don’t even know what to say because this message was wonderful and amazing and I’ve reread it like ten times since I first saw it at 4 in the morning yesterday ;;;;;;_______________________;;;;;;

Words That Water Flowers is my favorite fanfic that I’ve written for killugon so far, and the fact that you read it, loved it and then sent me this incredible message just to tell me HOW MUCH you enjoyed it is just akjkfsdfjkjkJKLSKJJKSDFKJAJKDFJKAJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS

THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS AND LETTING ME KNOW THAT YOU LOVED MY FIC!!!!!!!!! Messages like this remind me why I love to write so much, thank you thank you thank you <3 <3 <3

nopupil  asked:

i was so afraid of reading 'silver gets his tongue cut off' fic because it really sounds like something satan would have written but then! oh man, oh my god dude it was so GOOD and also amazing and it gave me ideas and also 10/10 amazing you turned the worst thing ever into something great

oh my GOSH thank you so much!! yay ideas!!!!!! <3

funnily enough, “turning the worst thing ever into something great” is how i describe my make-up routine

@monaramis gave me Prompt 10 for the OC Reversal Prompts: personality swap btw Mordred and Maedwyn. :D

Man, Wynne would have wept tears of pride and relief if Mordred was anything like depicted here…But oh well. Better she and everyone with a good heart don’t know that no matter how genuine Mordred’s affections to his friends can be, he is ready and willing to throw down their lives in a gamble or a sacrifice to do what he thinks is necessary for his cause.

And Maedwyn who skipped his five-ish years playing sane man to his first boyfriend’s craziness and joining Lavellan straight out of his moody murderous teenage delinquent phase will STAY that way. I’m so sorry, Josephine. All you’ve got is a shem-hating mercenary now. Clever, yes, but bloody and bitter to the core of his being. He’s lost too much to trust again.

nathanielwhy  asked:

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable). SPREAD POSITIVITY! ❤

AAaa! thats so sweet thank you!! ur so good !! also gosh this is gonna b hard but here goes:

  1. I have fantastic taste in friends they’re all wonderful and amazing and I love them s o much …. 1000/10
  2. I have very nice hair its so soft and fluffy adn bouncy- love playin with it 8/10
  3. I can be pretty persistent when it comes to stuff I really care about and want to do which can be annoying for others but oh well I want to get stuff done 7/10
  4. Animals (Mostly dogs here) tend to love me and cuddle up to me after they get used to me or right away, love ‘em and my dog is the best out of them all 9.9/10
  5. I’m usually pretty lucky about things?I managed to get a major that I love and want to turn into a career based off of a guess and I’ve actually got a pretty decent homelife which I know a lot of other people don’t and I’m super fortunate in that matter 9/10
DAO Mage Origin Thoughts

Vonn: “It seemed kinda odd that Mouse, a Pride demon, who should be the embodiment of said sin, was making himself the lowest of the low. But he wasn’t showing off his own pride, he was trying to lead the Warden to a position of pride. It is mentioned in the Codex that demons aren’t named after their own personality, but after the emotion they manipulate and exploit in others (eg Sloth demons are not necessarily lazy, they are so named because they foster slumber and apathy in their victims). Just as the sloth demon attacking the Circle of Mages seems to work quite hard to keep its victims complacent and asleep, a Pride demon need not actually have much of an ego, especially since it would probably be counter-productive; the easiest way to make someone feel pride is by making them feel superior, which would be difficult if you had your own massive ego chafing against any sign of humility.
But do note that in his "human” form, Mouse is wearing senior enchanter robes.“
Amy: Oh shit, that’s good meta
Amy: [His tactic for trying to get you to let him possess you is literally "You’re so strong! You’ve done what I can’t! Maybe you can help me too?”]
Vonn: heh
Vonn: Ooh, hey
Vonn: doesn’t that sound like something… Jowan might say?
Amy: … yes. Yes, it 100% does. >:3
Vonn: I bet Mouse and the other demons in the part of the Fade analogous to Kinloch Hold make a habit of looking in on the dreams of the apprentices for the purpose of knowing what to do when the Harrowing comes up
Amy: /nodnod
Amy: I wouldn’t be surprised if the people in charge of the Harrowing specifically picked demons they thought the apprentice would be most vulnerable to, too
Vonn: I bet Jowan, if Harrowed, would draw a Desire Demon
Vonn: because he wants to be loved and accepted so badly
Amy: Oh damn, absolutely

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