#* ava doesn't often trust the 'reasoning' of other people...

[possibilistfanfiction]

nightmare for the one word prompts

[a little sad but mostly very silly, butch bea universe]

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'i really don't have to go today,' beatrice says, kissing your forehead before settling down next to you on the couch. you know she means it: beatrice means everything she says, first of all, and you have grown — despite your brain's best efforts to steer you otherwise — to trust her when she offers care. you take her in: her fresh haircut that she gets done every month now, usually neatly parted on the top, messy from sleep; her tender wrists; the soft skin of her thighs; the soft sweater you bought her last christmas, sleeves pulled down over her hands, which are always cold.

you sigh. you had had nightmares — more than one, which is rare this many years later, after the worst of it — and woken up with scars that you don't think about too often, or at least with too much pain or sorrow anymore, aching all over your body. your legs had been pins and needles — worse, you've discovered, than feeling nothing some days — and your spine had ached, the halo feeling your sorrow, sharing in it. beatrice had skipped her typical surf session this morning, partially because she'd woken up with you both times last night, and partially because she's worried. she doesn't try to hide it anymore, her concern written all over her gentle face, in her sweet eyes, her soft hands. you find it nestled along all the small things she did for you in the past two hours: bringing you pain meds along with an easy breakfast of scrambled eggs and your favorite rosemary sourdough toast, doing a few snuffles with korra's morning unkibble so she's calm and ready to work today for whatever you need, helping you, after your glum nod, transfer from bed to your chair. you twist the wedding band around on your finger, focus on the few freckles that sit on the tops of her hands because of her time in the sun. your life is real, you remind yourself. your time on the other side, every endless day you spent in hell, was worth it for this, for beatrice quietly and patiently sitting next to you, soft and always becoming more herself; for your family visiting at the end of the week, camila begging to go to universal studios, lilith grumbling but giving in; for the respect people owe you now, and ready give; for your dog and your bar and the edibles you share with beatrice some nights, easy with laughter, and the farofa you feel confident in making for dinner when your friends come over, a warm offering.

'no,' you decide on, firmly, and you know beatrice will trust you. 'we should go. it'll be fun.'

'it will be fun,' she says, the same gleam in her eye you remember from years ago when she was ready to "maim or kill" (lilith's words) anyone who was in the way of her and the mission, especially once you became involved.

'you remember this is, like, your weekly tennis match for fun, right?'

'of course, ava.'

the way she cracks her knuckles tells you that the for fun is lost on her for the most part. it's endlessly amusing to you, though, and quite harmless — although maybe not to her opponent's pride — so you don't bother to argue any further. 'okay, well, i think angela and ruth wanted to have lunch anyway today after their jazzercise class, so we can watch you play.'

'no catcalling.'

you pout. 'you're my wife.'

'not from you, not from ruth or angela.'

'they're old, bea. let them have some fun.'

'at my expense? no thank you. i need to focus while i compete.'

she's already sitting up straighter, eyes lively. she's playing david today, you think, if you remember the club's "adult intermediate to advanced tennis league" rotation correctly. he's a decent player, and their head to head record is relatively even. he's also a bit of an asshole, and a venture capitalist, so it stands to reason beatrice despises him.

'fine.' you squeeze her hand. 'but can you change your shirt between sets?'

'ava.'

'gratuitously towel off or something at least.'

'ava.'

'whatever,' you say. 'i'm wearing a bikini. at least ruth and angela will appreciate it.'

'oh, i'll appreciate it,' she says, and then laughs softly and leans over to kiss you.

/

everything about beatrice, you decided years ago, is endearing. can she kill a man in, like, one second using just her hand? yes, sure, but you've seen her very skillfully practice her forms every morning for years, barring injury, and frown when anything is off, even by a breath. most people find her precision in all things kind of terrifying, but you've learned that some of it is a trauma response — from her childhood, from being a soldier, from losing you — and some of it is really just how she is. her books sorted exactly how she wants them — by genre, subgenre, and then author's last name — on the bookshelf; the meticulously labeled spices in your pantry, always in both their language of origin and english; her surfboards waxed perfectly and neatly stored in the small shed in your yard. everything about her precision is endearing because you understand her and you love her, and maybe the most endearing, or at least you think some days, is the way she treats rec league club tennis.

no matter how many times you've jokingly reminded her that your club isn't wimbeldon, she likes to wear all white little outfits; men's shorts and, your favorite, a neat polo. in the summer, she favors tanks, which you are not complaining about. she has three racquets and a very impressive bag like all the pros carry onto the court, special towels, pristine sneakers, and, when you're most amused, a wristband she very sincerely wipes her sweaty forehead on. since you'd met she'd loved watching tennis, and she'd taught you — as patiently as she has always taught you anything — the rules, her favorite players (not that it was, like, hard to think serena williams was the best athlete ever), common terms to know. you'd gone out with her a few times to the courts and she'd shown you proper form; you'd found out, eventually from her, that her dream as a little kid was to be a tennis pro, which was so charming and a little unexpected. you had thought she would've wanted to be some kind of scientist, maybe a really good lawyer, but her brother had dug out some pictures of little beatrice in her tennis getup, her expression so, so serious for a nine year old, and you'd fallen in love all over again.

she listens to her "pump-up music" — a lot of pop, surprisingly — as she drives you both to the club, focused already in her tennis outfit, complete with a quarterzip warmup top and everything. you're endlessly amused by her, in a way that most people are too intimidated to be, and you think it's good for her, to feel human, to not be taken so seriously when she should get to just enjoy things. your pain meds are helping by the time you get to the club, the pins and needles down your legs leveling out, the halo shaking off some of its deep sorrow, the memories of torture and abject aloneness that sometimes show up in your dreams. today is bright and sunny, the bluest sky, and your friends wave to you once you get out to the tables near the tennis courts. beatrice says a quick hello and then bustles off to start her very precise warm up routine, and you all wait until she's out of earshot to share a fond laugh.

'david today?'

'i swear she was rewatching coco and iga's last match yesterday to prepare.'

ruth pats your hand and angela orders a charcuterie for the table, gets prosecco for ruth and herself and — they both know you well enough by now that your chair usually means you've had to take medication, which you don't mix with alcohol — a cranberry soda for you, your favorite.

david shows up a few minutes later as you're gossiping, angela gasping at ruth's latest escapades with her new boyfriend while you laugh delightedly. he's the kind of muscular dude that likes to run along the beach shirtless because he thinks it's impressive but really it just looks ridiculous, the kind of dude that would give unwanted pointers in the gym. you don't have a disdain for him like beatrice does, because he's never done anything abhorrent to you personally, but when you see her steely gaze as he goes to his bench on the court, you get it. and, also, it's hot, so, like, you shoot a quick thanks to david and his douchey backwards cap for that.

/

things go just about as you'd expected: beatrice plays with the amount of passion you'd see in a wimbeldon final, and angela and ruth relentlessly whistle and cheer and boo. the charcuterie has a new truffle havarti you're all in love with, and the bottle of prosecco gets split happily while you watch. it's a fairly even match — david hits harder than beatrice but is slower and definitely stupider — and she wins the first set 6 games to 4. she gets mad at him for serving too slowly, and they briefly have an argument over whether or not one of his backhands was in. it's all deeply ridiculous for an afternoon at in an amateur club league, but beatrice and her overhand serves get you every single time.

she's down a break in the second set when she hits a drop shot that has david falling over his own feet, and you know it's over then. the second bea realizes someone is truly out of sorts, in any scenario, she's already won.

they shake hands after the match is over, beatrice taking the second set much quicker than the first, and then she makes her way over to your table and sits, very satisfied, in the chair next to you, a towel around her neck.

'my champion,' you say, and she rolls her eyes, accepting the congratulatory beer angela had already ordered for her as the last game was winding down with a thankful nod.

'great match, beatrice,' ruth says, half-sincere, half-teasing, but beatrice smiles anyway. sometimes, things are not good; sometimes, on the worst days, even now, even still, even with all this love, you still remember what it was like to suffer alone — without feeling, with too much feeling — for so much of your life. but beatrice slips into her quarterzip next to you and you smell sweat and laundry detergent and the pomade she puts in her hair, you feel the sun warming along your back and you hear the small group of children starting their lesson, laughing brightly. beatrice holds your hand and you'll nap later; you'll order takeout from your favorite thai place and watch the sunset on your patio; you'll fall asleep in her arms. you'll wake up and do it all over again — the loneliness, the pain, the longing — just for this.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡 #this is mostly bc a) i’ve been meaning to write this for like six months lmao it’s so funny #b) i’ve been watching the us open go coco obviously #c) whew ava deserves a silly happy life!!!! thinking abt him always #also d) bea when faced w normal competitive scenarios would be so insane #just absolutely batshit crazy i love her

[goodluckclove]

hi again ! i read your hot dog scene and the way you describe food with such love and detail is honestly wild and so fun to read, and i was wondering if you had any tips on writing about food/experiencing a new food for the first time ? one of my characters (ava, who just found evangelion on the cloaked web and binged it, btw) has had a very small variety of food before she broke out of the lab she was raised in, and the initial part of her my other protagonist's storyline is centered around food and candy to some extent. i want to really encapsulate the joy that new tastes and textures bring to ava but every time i try to write about food itself and not the fun of the process of making it, i sound really cringy. i'm personally a casual food enjoyer, no gourmet by any means, so that's on my part. anyways sorry for this huge fucking paragraph lmao if you have any quick tips i would really appreciate it!!!! i hope you and Wife and the cats are doing well :))))

Quick tips. That's funny that you think I'm capable of that.

So when it comes to food descriptions my main focus for my own writing is perspective. Different people focus on food in different ways, and this is showcased in the Songbird Elegies between each POV.

Edgar's a chef, and he grew up going hungry often because of parental neglect, so he has a deep passion and love for food. He knows how to detect distinct ingredients in a meal and can acknowledge how textures mix to create something new. He wishes he had the money to go to a molecular gastronomy restaurant back when that was a thing. He can distinguish mushrooms by taste and smell. Edgar can talk to you for about ten minutes on the uses of saffron. It is beyond what is reasonable for someone in his industry.

Scott also loves food, but he isn't nearly as educated about it. He can sort of cook, but he grew up mainly with lovingly-crafted home cooked meals prepared by his mom and the other adults of the community. Food is emotional for him. If he is having a bad day, a three-dollar cup ramen and a gourmet soup will have the same effect. He just appreciates a hot meal. When Edgar makes him a Japanese curry in chapter one of Blind Trust I think he says that the smell "inspires without intimidating", or something to that effect. His view of food is much more abstract.

Tenzin does not think about food that often. She knows when it's good and when it's bad, and can gauge the general temperature of it. I think she's probably the worst cook of the three, but she does still try to cook. She thinks food is just a thing you eat to live, but it's nice to eat stuff that's good, and her mind doesn't go much farther than that. When she eats something it reflects that.

The only actual tip I have is that if you're describing a meal you've never had, I get a lot of use from referencing the novels before recipes for that meal. That's what I did when describing some moussaka Scott's mom makes in book two. I've never had moussaka, but I was able to break it down into things I do have reference for (cream, potato, beef, tomato), and sort of jam out from there.

I tried to think of what I think of when I eat food and realized my first reference point is texture and then emotion and THEN flavor. I'm more Scott than Edgar in that sense.

Hope that helps???

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[aquaburst3]

Enchanted Rose University

Saw others make posts like this, so here are some of the major OCs at my all girl's fan school and the counterpart to NRC.

Things to Note:

I'm listing student characters from most important to least important to the main plot of my own fic series.

This post will reference my own worldbuilding where NRC and RSA are universities. So if you are wondering how the hell a girl can work at Mostro Lounge and why I'm spouting out random country names, that's why.

Everyone mentioned in this post is 18+.

I might make a part 2 of this if there are enough OCs from this school. Either way, I'll make another general OC post sometime, because there are a lot more than what you'd think.

(Warning: This post will contain spoilers for upcoming characters in my TWST fics. You have been warned.)

Enchanted Rose is respected and prestigious all-girls university in the Land of Pyroxene. It honours King Adam and his princess consort Belle. The school is even in their former estate. Students come from all walks of life, and many go on to excel in their careers.

Staff

Ava Smith

Twisted from Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet

She's a cat beastwoman and a former ship captain with an interest in science, especially astronomy and astrology. After she retired from the military, she got her doctorate and became vice-chancellor at Enchanted Rose. She has a sharp wit, enjoying to tease people and have fun with her friends, including Divus Crewel, during her off time.

Ruth Warwick

Twisted from Prudence from Cinderella 2

She's the headmistress' secretary. She's a very prim and proper woman, being rather uptight about her job and a stickler for the rules. Despite her being...a lot, Ava places a lot of trust in her.

Students

Alyssa “Lyssa” Étienne

Twisted from Princess Tiana

She is a hardworking and resourceful young woman from Port of Jubilee. She originally wanted to attend a uni closer to home. One day her best friend, Carlotta, suggested they should both attend Enchanted Rose to be closer to Royal Sword and Night Raven to meet rich hot guys. At first, Alyssa dismissed the mere prospect, especially if it was such shallow reasoning behind it. But after her mom urged her to go, she decided to take Carlotta up on it, wanting to have a bit of an adventure and to bond more with her cousin, Sam, who she hadn't seen in years.

Alyssa now attends Enchanted Rose while working part time at the Mostro Lounge, visiting her cousin at his shop and swimming in her little spare time. She often works herself to the bone, taking on more than what she can chew. But she thinks it's all worth it in the end, so she can earn enough money to open up her own restaurant and help out others in her community.

Love Interest: Azul Ashengrotto

Mahina Kapule

Twisted from Lilo from Lilo & Stitch

One of her teammates for SDC, who takes Rook's spot and goes to Enchanted Rose. She's a bold, spirited and compassionate oddball, who will do anything for her close family and friends. She's also rather rambunctious, emotional, doesn't always think things through, has a thing for getting into trouble and has a hard time seeing other's perspectives. She is also close friends with Makoa, her adoptive brother, along with Jade, Floyd and Reille.

Aurelia Cadwaladr

Twisted from Princess Eilonwy from The Black Cauldron

She is princess of Prydain, one of "rose leaves" next to Rose Queendom, and heir to the throne. She takes her duties seriously, wanting to learn how to become a good future queen, sharpen her magical skills and fiercely protective over those she loves. Her stubborn, brash and hardheaded nature sometimes gets in the way of this goal. She is also quite sporty, enjoying to do magift, archery and fencing in her spare time, which are things she bonds over with Maisie and Leona over.

Love Interest: Leona Kingscholar

Astrid Benum

Twisted from Elsa from Frozen

She's a famous actress from the Wynderlands, who starred in plenty of queen bee roles, including some alongside Vil. Like the infamous Vil Schönheit, she has a reputation for being an icy bitch, but in reality she's loving, protective and fiercely loyal to those dear to her. However, she's also incredibly moody, secretive and insecure. Despite being Vil's ex, she is still on good terms with him and are still friends.

Aziza Hamed Faisal bint al-Asim

Twisted from Princess Jasmine

She's the crown princess of the Scalding Sands, and is forced to marry her cousin, Kalim, despite wanting to make that choice for herself. She is compassionate, outspoken, feisty and sharp-tongued, having a strong sense of adventure and longing for freedom. However, she's also rather sheltered and naive, reckless, stubborn, proud and has a hard time seeing other's perspectives.

Carlotta "Carly" Patin

Twisted from Lottie

A spoiled rich girl from Port of Jubilee and life long friend to Alyssa. She wanted her and Alyssa to attend Enchanted Rose in order to get rich hot boyfriends from RSA and NRC. After some convincing, Alyssa comes along for the ride. While can be ditzy, careless and selfish, she cares a lot about Alyssa and will do anything to help her out.

(As a side note, I wanted to make her a tanned-skinned blonde girl, but I couldn't find a model like that, so I went with that. Just imagine her as a blonde.)

Sana Al Siaf

Twisted from The Genie and Dalia

Sana is Aziza's retainer and trusted friend. She's a descendant of the same cursed Genie who was set free by Sultana Yasamina and Sultan Jafar. Despite this, she's fairly down to earth, gives good advice and is able to help a friend in need. That doesn't stop her from rubbing people the wrong way sometimes due her mischievous and tricky nature and her tendency to get herself into trouble.

Noémie Boumount

Twisted from Marie from The Aristocats

Noémie is a noble cat beastwoman from the Land of Pyroxene. She lives with her mother, stepfather and two brothers. Noémie is very girly, often opting for pink and bows wherever possible, and a huge romantic. Her upper class upbringing made her know proper etiquette. She even wants to get into theatre and has plenty of piano training to boot. She likes to believe she is as regal as her mother, however, she more often than not acts in a way that is rather unladylike. She never starts anything, but she most certainly has no problems joining in the trouble once it begins. She also has a tendency to stick her nose into other people's business and is a huge gossip, especially if there's romance involved.

Maisie Macanroy

Twisted from Merida

She's bold and fearless princess. She loves archery. Despite being brash, hot-headed and hating everything she deems as "girly", she is close friends with with Noémie and Aurelia along with Rook.

#twisted wonderland #aqua rambles #aqua writes #twst oc #twst fanfic #twst original character #twisted wonderland oc #twst tiana #twst Eilonwy

[no-where-new-hero]

Having finished A Study in Drowning, hopefully to the amusement of you all, here's my final review:

My biggest props to Ava Reid are as a promoter of her own work. Those Instagram posts with elegant posters of each of the colleges at the university--which by the way we never saw, because we left the university after two chapters. The character profiles telling us about the height and star sign of each of the mains--redundant, considering the fact that both of the men are tall and Effy is TikTok girlie Tiny™ never influences either the plot or any of the descriptions. The moodboards and the Taylor Swift "cardigan" music and the choice quotes--they all painted a much more immersive world than she actually delivered. In that, I give her 10/10.

As for the novel itself? It's a trauma story more than anything else, portrayed through the plot of Possession by A.S. Byatt. I always find it hard to evaluate books like this in the whole, because on the one hand, I don't want to be one of those people saying that the trauma in question is "incorrectly" portrayed, or that the author is a "bad" survivor or something. But this reminds me of when I read My Dark Vanessa and realized that there is a difference between writing an experience of trauma and writing a novel. A novel demands arc, contrast, catharsis, and all of these things need to be earned. Often, real life doesn't provide those things, but that's why we go to fiction. Sometimes it doesn't do to write a novel that's "too" true to life (I feel like this is a Dean Priest quote but whatever).

But even beyond this, there's something sloppy about the entire execution. The characterization is patchy at best (I'm going to have a whole 'nother post drubbing down Ianto) and everyone uses the same metaphor of the sea and water and drowning ad nauseum. The prose is a bit affectedly purple. The ending was painfully predictable. It had to be a YA, as I said before, because it couldn't be a grown-up novel, but it reminded me so much of Reid's Juniper & Thorn, which trammeled over much of the same territory (a bit better, I'd say, though I think they both suffer from the same flaws).

We're meant to believe that the love story between Preston and Effy is healing and cathartic and the way Effy regains control of her body and desires, but also--they knew each other two weeks. Even though they attend the same university, they have never spoken before they decide to join up on this literary analysis crusade. This is not a long-term, friends/acquaintances to lovers situation where you assume a deep measure of trust and affection could be reasonably built on an existing relationship. It reminds me of the critique of the central romance in Juniper & Thorn, where there was a complaint that it's less a romance than a trauma bond response. It's written sweetly, but considering Effy automatically flinches away from the presence of every man, it's kind of unbelievable that she would lower her guard so immediately for this boy.

The two week span of the novel is also problematic considering the aforementioned problem that academic work takes A FUCKING LONG TIME. Even if you have a ton of primary sources, this isn't the kind of thing you can produce overnight. This isn't the kind of mystery you can solve overnight, either, especially if no one has ever thought to probe that deeply before.

Basically, this novel was trying to do too many things with far too limited a vocabulary to execute it. Lowkey, I feel like Reid would be a better short-story writer than a novelist. She can be very good in small doses, but over the expanse of an entire novel, it just gets...dull.

#blake's last braincell #blake talks shit #that should be a new tag lol #immortal poets society

[beetroot-merchant]

new ava oc in town folks!

info under cut ^w^ although warning i use Punctuation and it is Out Of Character for me JLDNFSKDNJNSDKS

also hella long. not smth u wanna misclick

So. Sticks can be programmed right

There's this guy. Programmer. Spends all their time creating paradoxical programs -or turning well known paradoxes into programs- to see what'll happen.

They tackle a couple famous ones. The omnipotent being paradox, the barber one, the Pinocchio one, etc. But they also make up their own- one of which is Prod.

Prod's paradox is, after an amount of time determined by RNG, to betray any trust the other side has with it in a relationship. "Trust" being anything they've grown to expect from bug, anything they can rely on bug to do. Removing it would make the whole thing collapse; annoyingly, several unrelated lines that allow exe to function reference the traitor code, and by the time you redefined everything so it would continue living normally, its memories and personality would be overwritten.

How is betrayal a paradox? When you betray someone, you create trust that you two are now opposed. There's a mutual agreement to be against each other now. More trust to betray, even if it is negative. And betraying it would come in the form of really, genuinely taking it back- just as earnest as your betrayal was- and then going back and forth in a kind of limbo.

It betrays itself too, but not often- since it hardly trusts itself to be able to carry something out without interrupting itself and doing the exact opposite, bugs Traitor Code(trademarked copyright pending) triggering while bug's alone is quite rare. However, if exe was to make any attempt to rid itself of the code, it's guaranteed to betray itself halfway through- instilled as a failsafe by the programmer in case it grew defiant fOr SoMe rEaSoN

Surely, you might think, that if exe warned people that it was made this way, a couple of them might understand?

This creates a trust in the other person that they will be betrayed. And so, betraying this trust would mean not doing anything at all, meaning they grow more and more anxious of the betrayal they've been warned against, all the while growing closer to Prod as time passes, which just gives them more anxiety because the closer they are to exe, the more bugs betrayal will hurt them. It never comes, and so, in fear, most quit while they're ahead and leave bug first.

Yeowch.

To observe this paradox in the wild, our asshole programmer guy puts Prod inside a little simulated mini-society, a small town of mindless, bland sticks with about as much realistic emotion as your average videogame NPC. They're used for small-scale social experiments and reset quite often as the programmer switches from experiment to experiment, and so their AI never has much time to develop.

Prod's life in the PC sucks. It's inevitably hurting everyone it tries to bond with, and when bug ends up trying to quarantine bugself for everyone else's sake, exes just forced back into public by the programmer. It's let out of the simulation every now and then for mental health breaks and to have some. ahem. pleasant conversation with exes creator, but they hardly last long.

What the programmer doesn't realise though, is a fatal flaw in its code. Exe is built to betray anyone they have any sort of relationship with- including exes creator, however bitter their relationship may be.

So, one fateful break, exe slips away and never comes back. It's what it was made to do.

Nowadays it lives on the outskirts of Some Town Somewhere, trying its best to appear dull and uninteresting so no one ever talks to it -since drawing the line between "person I've talked to" and "person I have a relationship with" is difficult, and experimenting to try to figure it out hurts more people than exe's comfortable with.

Bug's taken a liking to botany, since even animals are risky to interact with, and spends a majority of bugs time taking care of bugs plants and painting in bugs room.

Open to asks as always! ^^

#🐞 || beetle babbles #this took a fucking eternity to type out so u bet ur ass im tagging it #ava oc #avm oc #ummm uhhh #screw it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #animator vs animation #alan becker #🐞 || beetle draws #🐞 || fandom: ava

[onikiribattousai]

Name: Mavis Ava Foncée de Lunielle

Nickname: Mavis, Black Bunny (due to her hat that has ribbons that resembles bunny ears), Checkmate Queen

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Occupation: Villain

Personality: Sociopathic, Self centered, Bit Bratty, Manipulative, Sadistic, Rude, Cynical, but she is also sweet girl on the inside and care for others

Notable Appearance:

-Her heterochromia eyes that is similiar to Bob's eye color

-Long maroon colored hair

-Tooth Braces

-Her black and red outfit that looks like a 19th century styled outfit

Weapons and items:

Umbrellaser- A parasol that can be used a laser shooter, quite destructive

SU1TC4S3- A hyper space mechanical suitcase that can store anything, even weapons

Boots that can stick to anything, especially wall (it has mini rockets in it)

Gloves that has invisible keypad on it, used it to control her SU1TC4S3, it can also copy anyone's fingerprints

Rings- The one her right finger can act as universal key, the one her left thumb can be used to reflect lasers, and on her left middle finger is currently unknown, but who knows what kind of function that it has, but some siad that it has tiny robot in it (still working on the rings actual functions)

Earrings- It can be used as a communication device (not much people noticed it because it was covered with her hair)

Skills and Abilities:

-Disguise

-Intellegence

-Hacking the security system

-Fighthing skill

Bio:

Mavis is a young child prodigy raised into the world of villainy and quite obsessed with Gru, which is one of the reason why she became a super villain. Thanks to her high IQ, she skipped elementary school and went to highschool at the age of 6. However, she often get bullied by several teenagers, not only because of her intellegence, but also her obsession for becoming a super villain. One time, a mean girl tore her drawing of Gru and herself, Mavis quickly spray paints all over her hair with one of her inventions and almost get her expelled. But, she never learns anyway.

No one knows what happened to her parents, some said they died during one of their heist, she has been left alone with her cat and her servants. At first, she dislikes Agnes, Edith and Margo, she even doesn't trust Lucy since she is an AVL Agent and wanted her idol, Gru back to the path of Villainy. But then, she befriends with them after she finally realise that she did all of those stuff about bringing Gru back to villainy was because of her selfishness. She still doing heist with Dru these days

Fact:

Mavis is one of my OCs that undergo a lot of redesigns

Her outfit and personality is kinda based on Ciel Phantomhive

Besides being a genius inventor, Mavis is also very good at playing chess, she even commenting that Gru's minions are similiar to chess' pawns

(I edited her left eye)

#despicable me #mavis lunielle #despicable me oc #villain oc #super villain oc

[naivesilver]

(don't worry, I've got more) Twinkle (beloved): 3 for past, 5, 6 & 9 for present (yes, I DO want to hear more about Igor and Sylvester as well btw), and 2 for future?

THEE best girl in all of the realms 💖💖💖 thank you so so much, once again.

OC Asks

Past:

3. Describe their family. Who raised them, and who had the most impact on them? Did they have any siblings? Who were they closest to? What were the family dynamics like?

She doesn't really remember much about her birth family - she was born the sixth child in an Arendelle family who after hitting a rough spot couldn't afford to feed her as well as the siblings that came after. Her older brother went off to apprentice as soon as he was able, and by the time she was four she'd already been sold off to Petter, who took her back to his home in the Enchanted Forest after one of his journeys. She can only vaguely recall some flashes of her former life, like her sister holding her hand, or her mother kissing her on the forehead before she got sent away.

Sylvester and Igor did a much better job at parenting, all in all, even if they kinda received the role out of nowhere and didn't exactly read any How To Dad books beforehand.

Present:

5. What kind of people do they usually interact with? Who are their friends, the people they look up to/trust, and who are their “associates”?

The whole court, of course, branching out to the furthest corners of it, like Ava, Nicholas or little Roland. She's also on friendly terms with Grace and some other girls, but the two groups really don't mix well, so she sees them separately. Among them, she's closest to Pinocchio and Pierrot, but she's also (like most of them tbh) very protective of Roland, and she has taken on the mantle of Lampwick's second favourite annoyance. Pierrot and Lampwick are the ones more likely to indulge her passion for dancing, too - Lampwick pretends he's annoyed when she asks, while Pierrot would jump at any chance to perform, but the result is much the same. I like to imagine them finding Marco's old records while hanging out at Pinocchio's house and ending up sliding around in their socks and making fools of themselves to the sound of shit like Sono Solo Canzonette.

6. What is their current relationship with their family?

They're an extremely happy, profoundly weird family. During the curse their personal microtragedy was that her parents couldn't yet get married and that Sylvester had lost his job, and as such he feared he'd have to resort to unsavory means to keep his little girl fed.

Luckily, both problems were quickly solved after the curse was broken (I found out that gay marriage was legalized in 2012 in Maine while researching for this AU - good for them!), and the pair are extremely invested in their daughter's life - borderline embarrassing, actually. Twinkle really can't take them anywhere. When they're not being outrageously loud at her recitals they're talking about past heists during parent-teacher conferences, and they would have tried terrorizing Pinocchio out of the house when he was dating Twinkle, if the boy hadn't been raised awfully right when it came to how to treat his dates.

Honestly, the point is that while they might not be the kind of men you would entrust a child to at first glance, they remember all the little things that Twinkle needs on the daily - how to comfort her after a nightmare, her friends' names, the foods she doesn't like. They only marginally signed up for the task of raising her, but they're trying really hard.

9. What kind of place do they live in?

Their house is relatively small, but it's made even smaller by the fact that Sylvester and Igor have all sort of crap lying around that no one can find a reason for. Boat paddles? Check. Clown costume? Check. Potentially cursed items? Check. When Twinkle was small she loved rummaging around and trying to come up with outlandish stories for how they'd ended up there, and more often than not the truth ended up being even weirder.

She has her own room, though, cramped that it might be, and they let her pick the color when they painted over the house walls, so there's a lot of baby blue and pink going around.

Future:

2. Are they content with their future situation? Is there anything they would change?

Okay so the thing about Twinkle is that she became a "pave your own way" kind of girl in like, third grade, and then never looked back afterwards. This means she won't settle for anything except a future that makes her happy, even if it's unconventional and/or she has to make some sacrifices along the way for it. What matters is that her partner loves her, that there's food on the table and that she can be as good a parent to her kids like her dads were to her...and that she can go start a small scale riot if her friends need her to, as well, without worrying about someone taking it out on her family.

#bewilderedmoth #ask meme #court of misfits #the sweetest spitfire you'll ever meet tbh #thousand problems verse

[robbiessutcliffe]

Friends // ILITW

A/N : So I finished my replay of It Lives In The Woods, and this idea ended up popping into my mind. It doesn't really fit into It Lives Beneath, canon-ically (not a word, but oh well), but I thought of it and had to write it! Though, I do have to say, the texting part in this fic isn't that great, but it's the only thing I could do to progress the story…

As always, please give any constructive criticism you have! I want to make my writing as good as possible!

Also, it's a really long post, but... I don't know how to put in a "keep reading" thing to make it seem shorter. I want to but, yeah, since I don't know how, I can't... If anyone could tell me, that'd be great!

Pairing : slight Noah x M!MC (Alexei), but it doesn't focus on that until more towards the end

Summary : After Alexei sacrificed himself to take Jane’s place, Noah felt that it was his fault. So a year later, he finds himself going back to the woods. This has been going on for a while, but one day… He's spotted.

Word Count : 3,385

Warnings : There are a few swear words throughout this. Other than that, I don't think there's anything else that warrants a warning, but if there's anything that you think should have a warning, just tell me so that I can write one up.

For the most part, Westchester was silent. The sun was falling slowly through the sky, dipping behind the horizon and painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and red. As for the surroundings of the small town itself? The streets were mostly quiet, lights flickering off in houses. After what happened, nearly a year and a half ago, the town had an unspoken understanding.

Don't go outside after dark.

This rule, however, could be good in some cases. Particularly this instance, as Noah quietly slipped through the streets, heading on his usual route to the forest. Despite knowing that it was very unlikely that he'd be seen by anyone, he still walked in the shadows, ensuring that. Even in his past six months of doing this, he hadn't slipped up once. He knew what would happen if he was caught. He would be arrested, and Alexei’s existence would likely be revealed someway or another.

And he simply couldn't take that risk.

Skillfully, he was able to reach the road that followed the edge of the woods. After doing this at least once a week for the past six months, he could follow the route with his eyes closed and still not get caught.

There wasn't even a moment of hesitation before he stepped into the woods and started walking through the undergrowth, used to the noises echoing through the trees.

— stacy and connor —

The Green siblings were driving along the road, Connor behind the wheel, while Stacy was reading something on her phone. The silence between the two was comfortable, though there was a little bit of unspoken tension between them. That, however, could be blamed on the fact that they were driving along a road they both dreaded, for it reminded both of horrible things. Skeletal monsters, shadows that could consume, and the loss of people dear to them.

They definitely had reasons for hating that road, and the area in general.

Because of that tension, neither spoke. Both knew that even if they did try to speak, it would turn to the conversation that they'd had many times, of “I miss him.”

“So do I.”

“I wish it hasn't ended like that.”

“ That bastard who did it all could've at least turned himself in. What, did he have no heart?”

By the end of those conversations, both of the siblings were livid with thoughts of someone who they had once thought was a friend.

Stacy glanced up from her phone, away from where she was reading the research she had gathered for one of the videos she made for work. She only meant to see about how long they'd continue along this road. Despite herself, she found herself glancing ahead of them, to the forest right on the side of the road, where trees cast ominous looking shadows over the cement of the street.

And as she glanced, she could swear she caught sight of something — or, someone — up ahead. Her entire body stiffened as she saw the tall figure walking into the shadows of the trees. But not before she saw the beanie.

The beanie that she could recognize easily, because the one person she hated most always wore it, never one taking it off.

“Connor!” She hissed, slapping at his arm. He looked over at her, ready to ask her if something was wrong. But she quickly silenced him, motioning for him to look ahead. And when he did, it only took a second for him to see what she saw.

In unison, they spoke one name that neither had spoken for oh-so long.

“Noah.”

Quickly, Connor turned off the engine of his car, not wanting to alert Noah of their presence, even if he had already disappeared into the woods. Stacy, meanwhile, swiped quickly out of her notes app, instead opening her texts. There was already a group chat between her, Connor, and the entire group.

Fingers flying over her phone, she sent out a text in the chat.

—

Stacy : Noah’s back. Saw him at the edge of the woods, along the road. Meet in that spot asap.

Andy : what?!

Lily : No way!

Dan : Are you sure?

Stacy : One hundred percent.

Ava : well this isn't how I expected today to go.

Lucas : Along the road? I'll be there.

Andy : it's about time that i got to kick his ass.

—

It wasn't long before the entire group showed up, surrounding Connor’s car as they spoke in hurried, hushed tones. A couple times, one of them shot a glance over at the woods. None of them had imagined ever seeing Noah again, thinking that he'd just stay running, and never come back.

“Can't we just kick his ass? He deserves it,” Andy hissed angrily, glaring at the trees, as if he could simply sense the negative energy pouring out. And perhaps he could.

Lucas let out a frustrated sigh, “I wish, but he's a fugitive. We're going to have to turn him into the police somehow.” He said, though he didn't seem too happy at the thought of not serving justice himself. As far as he knew, Noah had murdered one of the people he cared most about, and tried killing the rest of them as well. To him, it was plenty logical to want to be something like a vigilante in this case.

“Trust me, Andy, I want to do that, too, but it's really not safe—” Connor started, but he cut himself off, when he saw his sister making her way to the woods. “Stacy?! What the hell are you doing?”

“I have some anger I need to get out. And a lot of it has been held against this person for eighteen months. I say it's long overdue for me to get it out.” Stacy replied in a determined tone, only just glancing back at the group before entering the first carefully.

After exchanging quick glances, the rest of the group followed, not saying even a word.

— noah —

Not long after entering the woods, Noah reached the small, darkened clearing that he had visited dozens of times. By this time, the sun was almost completely behind the horizon, which was perfect, considering the fact that Alexei couldn't come out with the sun shining.

Silently, he sat atop the old tree stump in the center of the clearing, preparing to stay there as long as needed. Sometimes, Alexei didn't show up, or it simply took him some time. So, Noah always made sure to wait at least an hour and a half before leaving.

As he sat there, his eyes slipped closed. He wasn't tired, which he could thank his insomnia for. But this clearing brought back memories. Not all were happy, he had to admit, but the people in them made him happy, which was a feeling he didn't often have the joy of experiencing anymore. He knew, however, that the entire group hated him now — how could they not? But he still loved them, and cared for them… Even if he hadn't showed it that day.

At one point, his memories seemed to becoming so vivid, that he could hear the voices of everyone echoing through the trees. Ava, Andy, Lucas, Stacy, Connor, Lily, Dan. He could hear all of them. He frowned a little bit, and forced his eyes open. It was simply something of a dream, he told himself. He would never see them again. There wasn't even a chance of that.

Or, that's what he tried telling himself, even as he continued to hear the voices carrying through the trees on the slight breeze. Voices were accompanied by leaves crackling, branches breaking…

His eyes widened slightly. He couldn't be imagining things like that! Quickly, he spun around on the little stump, just in time to see a familiar group stepping through the trees and emerging into the clearing. Upon seeing all of them, his eyes widened, throat drying up as he clenched his hand into fists. All of them looked absolutely furious…

And he didn't blame them.

To no one's surprise, Andy stepped forward first, snapping angrily as he looked upon Noah. “Got nothing to say for yourself, huh? That's understandable, considering you're looking at the group of people who you tried to kill. Did you really think you could saunter around our town and not be seen one day?”

Noah flinched, turning his eyes away. He hated hearing that tone in any of their voices, especially when it was directed at him. And yet, he stayed silent as the others all tried speaking over each other, to hurl insults of their own at him. But as he looked away, he noticed shadows starting to edge in from the trees, slowly starting to flood into the clearing.

“Guys, please,” He started desperately, looking at them with a slightly worried look in his eyes, “I know you're angry, but we really shouldn't do this here of all places.” He tried to warn them, but their voices drowned him out.

Connor was unable to hold back scoff, and all of the others had similar reactions, “And why the hell not? Might as well do it here. There's nothing stopping us!” The tall blond male said.

“You really shouldn't—” Noah was only cut off as Andy stepped forward again.

“You know what, I'm not holding back.” He growled as he started forward. Somehow, none of the group had noticed the shadows that were creeping forward. But when Andy was nearly within reach of Noah, the shadows all burst forward.

Vines lashed out from the surrounding trees, wrapping around the ankles and wrists of the entire group as the clearing seemed to darken all at once. Andy was held back, pulled against one of the trees as a figure of shadows seemed to appear out of nowhere.

— alexei —

Burning, fiery rage.

That's all that he felt when he saw someone stepping towards the only person who he knew. The only person that seemed to care. Noah. He remembered Noah, even though he barely remembered himself.

And those people. He felt like he should remember them. They seemed familiar to him, in some way. But that recognition was nothing compared to the anger he felt when he saw them going to hurt Noah. He couldn't let that happen. Noah was the only one who cared for him. If he lost Noah, he'd have nothing and no one. No one who remembered him. And no one who would try to help him remember.

He was barely aware of what he was doing because of the blinding rage. He had been cautious at first, approaching slowly, with curiosity. But as the short one of the group started advancing on Noah, a burning feeling spread through him. Red hot, and uncontrollable.

As the vines lashed out from the trees, he watched the people's expressions of horror, confusion, and fear. Appearing in front of Noah, his jaw seemed to stretch open, as strangled-sounding words ripped through him.

“STAY.”

“AWAY.”

Part of him almost hurt when he saw the expressions of fear on the faces of the others, but he couldn't stop the anger he felt. Until he heard a soft, whispered voice.

“Alexei, please… Don't do anything to them. You know them.”

Quizzically, he turned to Noah, shadowy limbs dropping to his side as his head cocked to the side, like a confused puppy. Looking away from the group and looking at Noah, he seemed to calm immediately. The anger melted away into confusion, the red light in his eyes dimming to a soft gray.

“But… hurt you…” He said, voice confused and shaky. He didn't understand. Noah wanted to protect him, but he didn't want protection in return?

Noah shook his head softly, stepping forward as he looked up at the shadow creature who now held the soul of the person he loved most. “Let them ago, Alexei. Don't be mad at them. I deserve whatever they want to do to me.”

His eyes flicked over to the group, cautious of them. Normally he loved to see people, but people who seemed to want to hurt his only friend? Of course he was careful of them. But he couldn't ignore Noah's words. So, he dismissed the vines, watching as they slithered back into the woods.

— the others —

As Noah whispered to the shadow creature in front of them, the vines slowly unwrapped themselves from the wrists and ankles of the group. Andy fell from where he was being held against the tree, and Dan quickly went to his side to make sure he was okay. But all of the others were focused only on the pair in front of them.

“Noah…” Lily started, voice shaking, “Why— Why are you talking to that thing like that?” She asked in a whispered tone. Mostly because she had already figured it out, but didn't want to admit it. All of them had. For a year and a half, they had all thought that Alexei was dead, and the spirit of Redfield was completely gone… But all this time, they were here.

He looked over at the group, meeting their shocked gazes with a frown. He quickly glanced away, as he murmured, “He's… been here all along. He sacrificed himself so that I couldn't. And now… he's in Jane's place.” He explained, looking up at Alexei, who was still focused on the group with a confused expression. After explaining that to them, he spoke to Alexei, looking slightly expectant, “ Do you remember them?”

It took a long moment of silence, as everyone waited to hear the answer, before his eyes slowly turned a smoky blue, with a slight sense of recognition. “Friends?” He asked, slightly cautiously as he looked back at Noah, who nodded softly. Alexei stayed silent for a long moment, before shaking his head in confusion, “Friends… don't hurt friends.”

A small, but clearly forced smile pulled at the corners of Noah's lips as he shook his head, “No, they don't. But I'm not their friend anymore.”

Alexei looked between Noah and the rest of the group, before shaking his head, “Not friends then.” He claimed, as if the rest of the group wasn't standing right there. He didn't understand that maybe words like that could hurt people. Because, then again, he hasn't had much contact with people other than Noah's sarcasm for the past eighteen months.

But the hurt among some of the group was clear on some of their faces upon hearing those words. Stacy frowned, not wanting to think that Alexei would, for some reason, choose to say that Noah was his friend, compared to them. “Noah, did you not tell him everything that happened? Everything that you did?”

Noah frowned, looking at her with slight annoyance in his expression, “Of course I told him. It's one of the first things I did after finding him.” He looked over at Alexei again, a loving smile replacing the frown. The spirit boy looked so confused by this exchange, even though he knew exactly what Noah had done. And yet, he still seemed to love him…  Which was more than he deserved, in his own opinion.

“Noah said sorry, so it's all okay!” Alexei quipped, floating up to drift beside the beanie-headed boy. His eyes filled with a blue light, that simply reminded people of happiness. Floating carelessly around Noah, the shadows that made up his body hovering through the air, he rested his hands on Noah's shoulders and rested his chin atop his head, something similar to a happy expression on his face, despite the fact that he did not, technically, have a face.

“It's all okay, just because he said sorry?” Ava started, obviously not happy at that statement. But she took a deep breath and cut herself off, glancing around at the trees carefully. She didn't want to take any chances.

Alexei thought for a moment, before gently shaking his head, “No. Not okay.” He mumbled, but quickly nuzzled into Noah's beanie, as if worried that he'd upset him, “But he's a friend. And friends forgive.”

Lily looked at the outside before her, eyes focused mainly on Noah. For so long, she always felt angry with him, for everything. But in a weird way, she could understand it. “You're right, Alexei. Friends do forgive,” She murmured, with a soft smile.

Immediately brightening upon hearing that, Alexei nodded hurriedly,  “Friends!” He exclaimed, in a shrill, sing-song voice.

It was clear that a few of them still had problems with Noah. Of course, that was understandable…  But the group stayed there throughout most of the night, listening to his explanation of how he found Alexei. Most of them were upset about the fact that he had kept it hidden for so long, but for the most part, they were just happy to see the friend they thought they lost.

Yes, perhaps he was now a much more childish and slightly immature shadow-version of himself, but, for the most part, he was still the same person.

Or, something similar to a person, at least.

They all stayed there for a few hours, deciding that, now that they knew, Noah wouldn't be the only one visiting anymore. Of course, Alexei was overjoyed at the prospect of getting his friends back, even though he didn't quite remember them.

As they were all gathering up to leave, Noah found himself staying in the clearing. He had nowhere to go anyways, so he could stay for a while longer, he decided. Alexei, however, was loitering at the edge of the woods, trying to look for flowers or something of the sort.

But, when he noticed that Noah was still around, he floated back over, looking cheerful, “Noah's staying?” He chirped, tilting his head.

Noah smiled softly, and nodded, “I'm staying, for a little bit.” He commented, before looking up at him, “How do you feel?” He asked.

There were a few moments of silence as Alexei thought of an answer. But after those few seconds of thought, a voice came through, that sounded the most like the Alexei that he remembered. That voice that he hasn't really heard for a long time. “They're…  friends. But they don't understand.”

Confused, Noah tilted his head, “What don't they understand?”

“You had to.” He said softly, nuzzling against Noah's shoulder, “You…  don't deserve blame. You had to.”

His breath caught in his throat a little at those words, because he couldn't believe that he had said them. And if there was one thing about Alexei that everyone knew to be true, it was that he only said things that he believed. Gently, he shook his head, but gave a soft smile. Not wanting to truly argue, he simply replied, “If you say so, Alexei.”

For a long time after, they continued to talk. Well, Noah did most of the talking, but Alexei contributed when he wanted to. But finally, late into the night, Noah knew that he had to leave.

The dim gray shade of Alexei's eyes made it clear that he was pouting, but he didn't argue. Even as a shadow monster, he still wanted Noah to take care of himself. As the (human) male started to stand, Alexei quickly drifted up to eye level with him as his voice drifted out, “Promise you'll always come?”

Noah rose an eyebrow slightly, nodding, “Of course, Alexei. Why would I ever stop coming here to see you?”

“Because of the other friends?”

Smiling, Noah shook his head, “Of course not. I obviously don't see eye to eye with them…  But I'd never abandon you. You were determined not to abandon me then, and now it's my turn to return the favour.”

Alexei nodded happily, eyes lighting up with glee at the promise. Quickly, he checked against Noah's cheek, the most like a kiss that he could manage, before mostly disappearing into the shadows of the trees. Noah rolled his eyes a little bit as he watched him go, but he couldn't keep the fond and amused smile off of his face. After Alexei had completely disappeared into the shadows, he set off as well, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders after that night.

#very long post #fic #ilitw noah #ilitw mc #choices ilitw #ilitw #ilitw fic #friends #oof this wasn't that great #but i guess i'm posting it anyways #oh welp

[howtosurvivebeingsingle]

To Flower or Not To Flower?

Recently, I've been asked a question all people come across in life. "If you've only had one boyfriend all your life, are you a virgin?" Since this blog has nothing to hide, I'll answer your question. Yes, yes I am. There's no shame whether you are or aren't. I'm waiting for when I'm comfortable to give all of myself to the lucky fellow. I am a woman with high standards, like many there's nothing wrong with that. I do often get picked on for being a prude and too picky, but by today's standards, it's hard to find your like orientation in the dating game. My type is a straight male, preferably older than me by a year or two that knows where he's going in life. I'd like a man who like me, doesn't need someone in his life but isn't afraid to look anyway. Let's just say... my gaydar has never worked and I have fallen head over heels for people who have little to no interest in girls a few times. Naturally, we've become good friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I hope we all find our other halves soon. If I do happen across a straight male, we have no problem hitting it off, but automatic relationships aren't my thing. I'm definitely a fan of the dapper man in a suit but it can really be hit or miss. The norm is; he wants a girl with lots of steam but acts like she has never been in a relationship. Trust me when I say there IS NO in between! Believe me, being yourself isn't even an option anymore. Not to mention, that you either fall into one category or the other by complete default. The issue I've often heard is "We're Either Too Pure or Complete Sluts".

Since I hide nothing here yes, I am a virgin. Seeing as my lack of lasting and/or the initiation of relationships has been unsuccessful, it should be no surprise that my sexual encounters should be the same. Before anyone asks, this is NOT an open advertisement that I see lots of people flaunting on tv. I feel that it is necessary to inform my audience of my status to better connect them should they have similar situations. For some reason, there's just something about us that is imperfect. No matter how hard we try and put in the effort we're still not good enough. There's a song I came across just the other day by Bella Poarch called Build A B**** that perfectly describes the predicament so many face. I'd like to believe that this song and Not Your Barbie Girl by Ava Max are anthems for singles, particularly this time of year. No wonder it can be difficult for people to share in a connective experience when everything we never seems to be just right. Much like the lyrics "you don't get to pick and choose different a** or bigger boobs if my eyes are brown or blue..." what is it about these standards that make dating impossible in today's day and age? I have a condition called Amenorrhea that allows me to have baby smooth skin and lack of "visits from Aunt Sally". Not all is good there since it obliterates my chances of having children and can lead to ovarian cancer later in life. Ironically, lots of guys have told me that they wish women didn't menstruate and were baby smooth. (Apologies for TMI) Ideally, some could say that I'm every man's dream though it is far from the truth. I am very much lacking in the upper body department which can sometimes cause me to be mistaken for a male when my hair is covered. When it comes down to sex and the appeal, is it better the first time or when one is experienced? Here's what people had to say;

Anonymous: "The first time I had sex was one of the most amazing things that have ever happened to me. It was wonderful, memorable, and a great part of a loving relationship. Depending on the different types there are there can be many first times, so I guess first time is great."

Anne: "First time. In my opinion sex for a woman for the first time is a good hurt. That’s an oxymoron, but that’s exactly how it feels. It is the best hurt your body can ever endure. Everyone remembers their first time having sex and who they did it with like the back of their hand."

Bob: "The guy should remember this time is especially for her. Her comfort and relaxed state are of primary importance. Go slow and don't rush in, and make sure she's completely warmed up. Can't say it's any different the first time or the hundredth time on our end, so no."

Lynn: "Something I don't want to remember. It was basically about him, it was basically over. No."

Winston: "Not at all like in the books. Women are uncontrollable and it's hard to enjoy yourself if she's wanting everything her way. Then it's super awkward when you see each other naked for the first time. More experience is better. It's the first time that can scar you."

Anonymous: "Definitely the first time! It was different and we both loved it. I was her first and she was mine, we've been together since before then. I'm glad she was pleased with me."

I'm guessing from the mixed opinions it depends on the person. According to my blue-haired bestie, it's better when both people are definitely in the right mindset and are willing to work with each other. For someone younger than me, she's never been a more down-to-earth person that'll give it to you straight. One thing's for sure after a long explanation of her experiences in the process, I'm definitely going to her for advice. The two of us lonely hearts obviously wanted to escape the many couples in our lives and hang out. Normally we work endlessly and tirelessly at our day jobs on Valentine's Day and have our Annual Anti-Valentine's party the following night. This year, we were both off early and decided to spend the night out on the town. We went to Chili's and got the drink of the month followed by some tipsy skee ball at Dave and Busters. It was fun working off the booze with three hours of arcade games. We're trying to win a frozen margarita maker that we obviously could buy on amazon for practically nothing, but what's the fun in that? $70 on arcade games over a few months is more entertaining and it lets us build up tickets and quality time that we've been lacking. Our male friend was, unfortunately, working a double that night and his usual the following day, so he couldn't kill zombies with us, but there's always next year. On the bright side, he didn't miss a pinata smash since there was a substantial lack of funds for one this year. I'm willing to bet that next year will be epic whether or not there is hope for the three of us.

For now, instead of having a wild romantic night like most of our families and friends, there is the Anti-Valentines party each year. To give you some insight, here's what our typical night of events looks like:

A playlist of tracks involving hurt, or messy breakups (for laughs)

Lots of drinks and food

The profane poster to write insults on and sign

More drinking and games (out in town with Uber/Lyft or at home)

Unleash our aggressions on a heart-shaped pinata

*TRUCKLOAD OF DISCOUNTED CHOCOLATE*

Time to talk and heal on all the dirty details

A movie to fall asleep to

A morning to relax from the hangovers

There's lots of fun to take your mind off of things so you're not thinking about how lonely you are. Believe us, we know how it feels. We all hang out over drinks and some fun to take a break from the most depressing time of year. This sort of thing happens even outside of the holidays. Sometimes you just need a good cry, something my male friend says often. He couldn't be more right. Truth be told, even he's gotten closer to intimacy than I ever could. One of his ex-girlfriends nearly got down and dirty with him in a family bathroom. I suppose in the heat of the moment anything will do so long as it's private. I'd like to think that when my special moment arrives it'll be the most eye-opening experience ever. My male friend pictures himself married and having a platonic experience with his future wife. My female friend had her first time as a teenager and describes it much like how it happens in a teen movie. I always picture myself in my apartment on a beautiful day but for some reason, I'm incredibly pissed off at my partner. They both joke that I'm secretly wanting a fiery relationship and that I'd wear the pants in the relationship. Somehow their confidence in my intimate skills are a little higher than mine are. When the topic changes from him attempting to toss me, that's when it gets a little interesting. I guess my Aikido skills are better than I thought for them to think that. When it comes down to it, I'll be sure not to let loose too many details. I'll leave the audience with that. For now, keep believing, and Much Love Your Way Darlings!

#sex and the city #singles #carrie bradshaw #how to be single #virginity #early twenties #relationship #tumblr #blog post #romance #antivalentinesday #die romantic #im not okay