Hiya, this is my blog. I don't care what you refer to me as (updating this seeing as I have found something to be called: Mars or Atlas, either works); I'm just here to rant, make you laugh (hopefully 😭), and say what people ain't willing to say.
My pronouns are They/He. I am *deep ass inhale* demi aroace, biromantic, transmasc nonbinary (maybe genderfluid, idrk), and a walking queer magnet.
I'm 18, but I talk like a Victorian poet on a good day (Chicago drug dealer on a bad). I am a Black American on the East Coast and I'm not really sure all what information I should put in here 😀
I like to draw (drew my pfp) and write stories, tho it's unlikely I'll post any of those here. I may, only because I use platforms like this to emote, but Anxiety still kicking my ass...
Ooo, I'm in a ton of fandoms. *Deep inhale again* PJOU, HTTYD, MLP, SBG, SAB, SOC, OUAT, TVDU, (honorary) HP, WFA, TDP, TOA, Legends of Avantris, Arcane: LoL, Epic: The Musical, DC (most media), MCU, KPDH, ect. (I'll add more as I find the communities on here).
Um, that's about all. You can ask whatever, I overshare and yap uncontrollably so 🤷🏾♀️. Okay, bye (like bye on this post, not the blog. Enjoy my blog)!
A/N: This is another shorter chapter and I'm not suuuuper happy with how it turned out, so I might redo it later sometime. It also might just be me struggling to write from Fyodor's POV because, y'know, he is who he is. Still, even if this chapter isn't so good, thank you for taking the time to read it and I hope I can be better for you next week! 😁
A slight sway to the left. A slight sway to the right. Then back again. Ceaselessly. He was on a ship of some kind out at sea. Of that much, Fyodor was certain. He'd been adequately "captured" and this cell, tied to a chair, is where they'd decided to hold him. Too bad for them, as he'd already set his plan in motion long before they could have even comprehended it. They came for him in the early hours of the morning, around 1AM or so. Fyodor bit back the slight smile that rose out of him, remembering the half-assed "attempt" he made to fight back. If you let them believe that they've accomplished a task by their own power alone, people are so readily willing to dispel any of their own doubts. The parts of humanity he detested were also the parts that made it so easy for his plans to come to fruition. The irony wasn't lost on him. Inky black hair fell to his shoulder blades as he allowed his head to fall back, staring at the ceiling. It must be late morning by now. She'd likely be up and on her way to pick up the delivery if she hadn't already. He would never admit it to her, but as much as he trusted her and as competent as she may be, he greatly disliked leaving any plans in someone else's hands. His beliefs, his plans, his faith, were the greatest treasure he had. More important than his life, or hers, or anyone else's and relinquishing control, even for a moment, was a decision he did not come to lightly. But, if I'm going to play chess with him, my queen will need to be active on the board. The gentle swaying of the boat relaxed him as he closed his eyes in thought, excited and anticipating the next moves in the game.
She watched intently as Dazai and the younger boy beside him conversed. As long as they were here, there was no way for her to receive whatever delivery Fyodor expected of her. Why? Why is he here, in Yokohama? I thought he was running from this place? A frown etched itself onto her face as she glanced from behind the warehouse. She saw dark hair tousle in the breeze as his head turned in her direction. Fingering the gun on her left holster, she pulled her head back behind the wall, praying that the man hadn't seen her. She held her jaw rigid, as she tightened her grip on her weapon, waiting for the faint sound of footsteps. But, they never came. And by the time she went to peer around the corner again, the two men were out of sight. She let out the breath that she had been holding, keeping her posture alert as she headed inside the warehouse. Keeping abreast of her surroundings, her gaze fell over every object in the warehouse before entering completely. It must have been at least 30 minutes of reading the packing slips on different boxes before coming across one larger wooden crate addressed to Fyodor. And it was heavy. She figured it would probably be easier transporting the packaged items as opposed to the crate as a whole. The extra weight of the wood would likely slow her down. Taking her gun, she shot the lock off before opening the crate. And there she saw it. Fyodor's cello, packed neatly in it's case and surrounded by packing peanuts. Her brow twitched in irritation while she felt the muscles in her body tense in her annoyance. He sent her all the way out here for... this?
He could picture her face. The grimace she would certainly be displaying. The way her body would tighten but never leave her soldier-like stance. And it pleased him to know that even without being there, he would still have an effect on her. Something only he could do to her. Every emotion, every feeling of hers belonged to him and no one else. He hated admitting it, but sometimes the power trip it gave him made him feel like he was floating. He was well aware that this wasn't the proper way to value and love someone, and he made his best efforts to quell that part of him when it came to her. But, if she had this effect on him, then it's only fair that he allows himself these small victories over her. His thoughts were slowly interrupted by the faraway footsteps he heard. Pulling his head forward, he regarded the young red-haired boy who must have come here out of curiosity. But, curiosity often kills the cat, does it not? Fyodor was lazily amused by the gesture. The boy was clearly an underling serving Ace, and it was doubtful that he'd been asked to come here. This was likely some small form of rebellion on the boy's part. Breaking a rule that was understood but never spoken. Claiming ignorance if he were to be caught. Ah, but I suppose they are all already caught. Cats killed for their curiosity and lack of forethought to get a mousetrap.
Gain enough upper body muscles mass so that I can lift approximately 50lbs, and therefore not injure myself on the dig i will hopefully be on over the summer
Develop stronger abs for the reasons seen above,
get another back x-ray, make sure i do not actually have scoliosis.
GET HAIRCUT. DESPERATELY NEED HAIRCUT.
Talk to Dr. about regular meds, get them changed because i shouldn't be having my symptoms back after being late on a dose for 4 hours and having them last for 2 days.
Talk to other Dr. about getting on anti-anxieties. I think I'm physically stable enough to try them again over winter break.
Get proper storage for all paper materials. Don't let that get backtracked!
MAKE HOUSE PUPPY FRIENDLY. (also ties in with above)
GET ALLERGY TESTED AGAIN. Puberty has happened since the last time i was tested and i know these things can change because I WASN'T ALLERGIC TO APPLE JUICE BEFORE, SO MAYBE IN EXCHANGE I CAN BE NO LONGER ALLERGIC TO DOGS??
CONVINCE PARENTS TO GET PUPPY. (Hopefully adoption, though probably purchase, because we'll probably need something hypoallergenic, we'll see)
IF I HAVE TO SPEND ANOTHER YEAR AT HOME WE ARE GETTING THE DOG, THAT IS MY FINAL OFFER.
prepare to apply for jobs in spring, etc. etc. basically watch those job offers like i am a night vale helicopter.
