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[sybelleblue]

FFXIV Write - #18: Panglossian

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Her voice was harsh, but he could read her body language well enough - she did not enjoy having to do this.

“You throw your lot with me, you’ll be painting a bullseye on your back. Don’t you understand? I am hunted, for what I am. If they catch me, I’m as good as dead. We’d be on the run forever.”

She stood there, strong and proud and harsh with herself, molded by a world that condemned the daughters for their mother’s sins. Little did she realize, even as she was doing her best to push him away ... that these were the things he loved about her.

So he moved to her side - long ears catching the breath of surprise hitched in her throat - as his hand moved to grip hers, calloused fingers of labor weaving with her slender ones.

“So we’ll run together. I’ll do my best to keep up.”

He flashed her a lopsided smile, which only drew an incredulous snort from her ... but the she-warrior tightened her hold, unwilling to let go. An acceptance, then - admitting that she did have feelings for him, after all.

“And since we’re running -” He’d begin, his smile blooming into a grin of mad hope against impossible odds. “Why not run someplace else? The north’s not too bad ... the winters might be quite cold, but I reckon I can cook us something - a chili to stave the chill.”

-----

Amidst the bubbling pots and sizzling pans, one long ear perked up - he heard her long before the sound cut through the air, and he hurried out of the hut to meet her.

“Papaaaaaa!!” The little Duskwight girl cried, tears in her eyes as she clutched to the side of her head. She was the very spitting image of her mother, albeit a miniature version ... save for the long, floppy ears that bounced with each skip and hop. Those were the only keepsake he had granted her, and the lone assurance that she was her father’s daughter.

“Belle! What happened?” He asked, kneeling down just in time to catch her in his arms.

“H-he threw rocks at me!” She sniffled and sobbed, rubbing at her head. “I was playing with the sprigs in my new hideout but he found me! He took my flowers and stomped on them! Then he laughed, a-and he got the rocks!” She explained with the diligence of an seven-year old, airing every single grievance that she had with great meticulousness. “Why is he so mean?!”

“Aw, Belle ...” He sighed, and hugged her close, his hand moving to pat at the top of her hair, rough hands raking through the soft locks of midnight hair. “He’s not mean ... he’s just hurting. He lost his mam a few moons ago, remember? He’s just missing her a lot ... and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.”

He’d hoist her up with a grunt and slowly walk inside, where the pots were threatening to froth over and the pans were sizzling out a black smoke. He hurried to take them off the fire one-handed, before focusing on the little bundle of hurt in his arms.

“Why’d he gotta throw rocks at people, though? He’s just being a buffalo-butt!” She murmured, the pain fading to give way to anger now.

“Now now - that’s not nice, Belle. Y’gotta remember that calling names makes everyone feel bad.” He set her down on the bed and sat alongside, sighing softly. “You don’t like it when the others been calling you names, do ya?”

“... no ...” She averted her gaze sheepishly, still rubbing her hand against the side of her head.

“Right, so! We don’t have to go down that way just ‘cause they did, dear heart. We gotta be kind, and we gotta be understanding - cause we’d also want others to be that way when we’re sad, don’t we?”

“.... yeah?”

“Yeah.” He flashed her a bright smile, and saw the way her ears began to perk back up. “Don’t worry, Belle ... the pain’ll go away - for you, and for him. Don’t ever let it make you do things you wouldn’t otherwise. Making others hurt won’t make you feel any better - it’s not nice being bad. Do you wanna be bad, or do you wanna be nice?”

“I wanna be nice!”

“That’s my girl. And you know what nice girls get?”

“What!”

“Apple pie.” He grinned from one long ear to another - he had the foresight to stop the oven half a bell earlier, and for that he was grateful.

-----

Another fit of coughing got ahold of him, making his body writhe and shake helplessly - he was running out of strength ... and the mold in his lungs was winning.

“Here.” Sybelle offered him a glass of water mixed with furymint - her voice was kind, but everything about her was full of sorrow: the dull violets, the droopy ears, the threadbare towel wrung out with worry than with work.

“What’s with the look?” He asked hoarsely, taking the cup to sip from it once - and promptly spill it over his lips with another cough. She promptly moved to wipe it, but he grabbed her hand firmly.

“What’s with the look, Belle?”

“... you’re sick, Papa. And you’re not getting better. I --” She stammered, and broke into a sob. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

“Aw, Belle ...” He whispered softly - it was the only loophole he found to avoid summoning the fits, and even then it only worked half the time. He took the rag and wiped at his mouth, each motion accompanied by a pained wheeze.

“... I can’t leave you, Belle.”

“You’re --” She wanted to snap back - to break aside that unflappable hope he always had around him, even as he laid in his deathbed ...

... but he didn’t let her. “I ain’t ever gonna leave you, Belle. I put all that’s good and bright I ever had - my love, my kindness, my life ... I put it in you, dear heart. Honestly, I --” He tried to laugh, but that was a mistake. He’d need a handful of moments to cough and to wheeze, beneath her watchful gaze of worry.

“... I might’ve put too much. Left none for myself.” He continued with a rasp. “... but that’s okay.” He closed his eyes, unable to keep them open for too long without the pain creeping in ... but his smile never faltered, bright and warm, from one long ear to another.

“Means you’ll be taking me with you wherever you go, ey?”

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Meet the Mess-Maker: Hodge

Howdy! I’m a busy college student with a LOT of hobbies, and thus a lot of projects going on constantly. 

I’d love to show off all the projects I’m making (and maybe even get some input from other makers), so I’m putting all of my craft and hobby posts and ideas here on a blog, so I can actually keep track of all the good info on tumblr! This is my first time using a big tagging system, so go easy on me.

I love hearing about other people’s hobbies, so please share what you’re into! Are you making something? Do you have a hobby you’re perfecting, or looking for more info on? Come share what makes you happy.

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I’m an art-lover and a die hard Star Trek fan (I love all sci-fi, honestly), and I love to sing. I’m a proud lesbian with a green thumb and an insatiable sweet tooth, and I usually spend my weekends baking all kinds of sweet desserts. All the better if I can share them with my lovely girlfriend! I love fossil- and rock-collecting, good coffee, good naps, good food, and cats.

I’m a big ADHD-er, and I’m excited to try making my own stim-toys someday soon. I also share a lot of tips’n’tricks for dealing with my adhd. If you’re like me, welcome aboard, and hopefully you can find something useful here. <3 

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Books and reading (I love sci-fi, fantasy, and adventure, toss your favorite recommendations my way! I’d love to start a reading list; maybe even a book club someday)

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[scripttorture]

So. I have this story where MC is a slaveborn, was bought by a powerful man at the age of 7. This man basically planned on training him as a soldier - in the long run - to use him for his State-sponsored PMC's dirtiest missions, the ones where there's high mortality risk and the actions must not be linked to the company, etc. Training is harsh and brutal, it's full of horror and humiliation and it does involve torture, because they are trying to make MC "resistant to pain and interrogation [1/6]

byenemies" (I know it doesn’t work that way, but these individualsare torturers themselves, they believe in these methods.) This beingsaid, in my story this man kind of succeeds in coercing andbrow-beating MC into compliance and deference (meaning that he’ll endup doing a host of shitty things for the PMC), he convinces MC he’snothing more than a property, a tool to be used in various ways forthe efficiency and safety of the city, and so on. BUT. What I’mtrying to do here is [2/6]presentingthis kind of mental process as a result of *abuse* (and pre-existingabuse also, i.e. being born in slavery), not *torture.* I mean, Iwant to make it clear that MC’s personality, identity and willpowerget gradually crushed because of his terribly young age (and the factthat every tie he had previously with family and friends getssevered, much like it happens to actual child soldiers) that makeshim prone to manipulation (not as in ‘brainwashing’ but as in'gaslighting and [3/6]weaponizationof guilt complexes and a lot of nasty stuff that actually mighthappen even in a more common scenario like domestic child abuse’),because he’s put in a do or die situation where he has no choice butfollow through with orders otherwise he dies, until he actuallystarts internalizing the whole situation and it slowly becomes dailyroutine. I guess that what I’m asking is: how does this sound to you?How can I write it effectively so that it’s blatantly clear thattorture/pain [4/6]arepart of MC’s ordeal but they’re not the reason he ends up obeying?Because I know that torture doesn’t change hearts and minds, I don’twanna paint that picture. It has to be more about surviving andadapting and believing in something because it feels there’s nofuture - and no past - beyond that. (I want to reassure you that Ihave already picked symptoms for MC and that during his time as thisman’s slave he’ll never stop trying to enact passive resistance, eventhough actively [5/6]hedoes what he’s told and he kind of believes he has no right to deemit bad and he deserves it etc. I mean, this is not going to be just astory about a broken victim who does nothing but be his Master’s toy– it’s going to be a story about finding awareness, finding thestrength to fight back and break free and oppose to this wholesystem. It just starts, and for a very large swathe stays, in a worseplace.) [6/6]

Hi.I’m the anon who sent that 7-part ask about the enslaved boy boughtby a PMC. I re-read my words and I realized there was room formisunderstandings: when I said “who planned on using him aschild soldier” what I actually meant was “he started totrain MC very harshly since he was 7 and MC did take somewhat distantpart in military actions during his childhood as part of a'observe&learn’ process, but he wasn’t scheduled for active dutyon his own until he was a teenager. Just to be clearer!

Thank you for the clarification but just to be 100% clear that is being a child soldier according to the legal definition.

 Child soldiers are not always used for front line active combat. Sometimes they’re used as messengers, cooking or cleaning staff, to transport equipment or a variety of other things that aren’t active combat. But all of these count. Whether a child used by an army fights or not they are a child soldier.

 For the purposes of story telling it is a useful distinction to make. I understand exactly why you’ve made it. But keeping the legal definition in mind helps because it broadens the scope of sources you can use.

 If you were ruling out accounts by child soldiers age 7 before, on the grounds that they were probably fighting- You’ve now got a whole new host of things that apply.

 I put together a list of books and other sources on child soldiers in this post here. You might find them useful.

 You might also get something from Kara’s books on modern slavery. I’d suggest Modern Slavery: A Global Perspective as the most relevant simply because it covers a broader range then his other two books.

 You’ve given me a really helpful level of detail here and before I go any further I wanted to thank you for that.

 It’s clear that you know you’ve picked a difficult plot. But everything you’ve describe sounds possible to me.

 I think a lot of the difficulty with these plots is wrapped up in that: ‘possible’. There’s a strong tendency for authors to treat these extreme scenarios as black and white.

 They ‘heroically’ resist (to the point they’re unaffected) or they’re ‘broken’ and become a passive object. Too often we write about these scenarios as if they can produce one definite, sure-fire outcome.

 The truth is messy. Compliance is part of that mess.

 Because it’s possible but it’s never certain. And it’s often narratively tempting to cut out the complexity, to make things nice and simple and easy to write. Which does everyone a disservice.

 I’ve read anecdotes from a few anti-slavery activists describing how some slavers hire fake aid workers/anti-slavery activists to try and make their victims too scared to seek help. And it does intimidate some victims, but some still try to escape and some still succeed.

 And you can show those different responses here.

 Your main character complies but in the kind of setting you’ve described he’s far from the only slave. And since the MC is in this situation for years he would meet others, he’d hear stories. You can establish that his response is not the only response by mentioning others as background details.

 Here are some possibilities.

Seeing other enslaved people physically resist or attempting escape.

Hearing rumours about successful escapes.

News stories or rumours about attacks on slavers.

Rumours about anti-slavery activists.

Fleeting contact with anti-slavery activists.

 Those probably all sound a bit obvious so let me put them in context with some summarised anecdotes.

 A lot of the women Kara interviewed as part of his work on modern slavery described seeing escape attempts. Most of these stories ended with the victim being caught by slavers, tortured and killed. This was often done in view of the enslaved women in an attempt to intimidate them.

 In most cases the enslaved women didn’t actually see the escape attempt itself and weren’t always aware how many other women were held. Which means that the slavers were creating a sort of pattern; the majority of escape attempts the women heard about ended in them watching the person who tried to escape die.

 When enslaved black people in the American south were fleeing north a lot of southern slavers responded with rumour campaigns. They told slaves that the people who successfully escaped were worse off.

 I haven’t read enough of those rumours to say if there was a pattern to them. But the ones I remember were addressed towards specific, undeniable escapes. They (completely falsely) said things like, the escapee was homeless, jobless and isolated. They described them starving and begging for food-

 This was all designed to discourage escape attempts by creating the impression escapees were worse off then slaves.

 One of the things that seems consistent about historical slavery in the Caribbean and Brazil is how goddamn paranoid white people were. There was a massive and pervasive fear of uprisings and also smaller scale violence such as poisonings.

 The impression I get is that slavers were so afraid of this and talked about it so often that it would have been impossible for slaves to be unaware of these fears. This might not have been helpful to anyone actually planning something but it can be used in a story to add to that background impression that other responses are possible.

 All of these are things that can be worked in with short scenes or a few sentences.

 Once you have that background of other possible responses you can start weaving them in with the reasons why this character isn’t acting in those ways.

 Personally I think that part is the harder task.

 I tend to emphasise that people in highly abusive situations are still making choices. I believe that is true. But these are not free choices.

 It’s a lot easier to falsely position something as a free choice (and hence attach blame) or falsely position the character as completely controlled (and hence defined by the abuser). I think a lot of well meaning authors fall into one trap or the other. Recognising it as you’ve done is essential. But- keeping that balance is always going to be hard.

 A lot of this will come down to execution and how the piece comes across to individual readers. Whenever that’s the case I recommend finding people to read over your stories and check that the scenes are working the way you want them to. I’ve found face to face writing groups very helpful. If that’s not an option for you then a good beta reader (or several) is the next best thing.

 But back to the question of writing coercion. Let me put in some examples of how that constrained thought process could be used for your story.

 The character’s seven at the beginning. Let’s say that he’s young the first time he sees an escape attempt. It’s well thought out and planned, it involves multiple people. He’s told he can’t come because he’s too small and too slow, he’ll slow everyone else down. But it’s exciting seeing this, for a moment he looks up to these people more then anyone else in the world-

 And then they get caught. And he sees them murdered or tortured for attempting to escape.

 He gets older. Life is horrible and hard. But he keeps hearing stories about how much worse it is if you get away.

 I’m not sure whether you’ve got a more urban or rural setting here but either way you can come up with horror stories about exposure, lack of food and lack of clean water.

 As an example of each- In the winter in some Russian cities someone who collapses at night can just end up covered in snow, frozen solid and not found until the spring (that’s an urban legend I’m unsure how true it is). In rural Europe ripe deadly nightshade berries look almost like blueberries and can be found in a lot of hedges. They taste sweet and the poison only kicks in hours later. In parts of South America fresh water pools can hold a brain eating amoeba, there’s no treatment or cure for it. The organism gradually eats you away.

 These sorts of stories mix in with the reality of being enslaved: the exhaustion, the hunger and the way that hunger and exhaustion can combine to produce intense apathy. When doing anything is difficult then actually acting on ways to escape can become too hard, too triggering, too risky.

 Someone new sneaks into the compound and tells stories about how they’re going to help people escape, who wants to come? And may be the MC wants to, he thinks about it. But fear can paralyse and he doesn’t know if he can trust this stranger.

 A few days later the stranger vanishes and everyone who said ‘yes’ to them is publicly punished. Not making the attempt starts to look like wisdom.

 Bring up the legitimate fears anyone trying to leave an abusive situation has when they’ve spent their life dependant on the abuser.

 How is he going to eat? Where is he going to stay? How will he ever get the money he needs to survive? What happens if he gets ill or injured, who would possibly want to take care of him? If he fails won’t it make things worse? If he succeeds won’t people come after him? What if he’s caught again? What if running away just puts him in the hands of another abuser? What happens to the people he’s grown up with if he escapes? Will they be punished in his place?

 Whenever people ask why victims ‘don’t just leave’ they ignore these questions. And they are real questions.

 Show that. Mix practical assessment of his chances with a paralysing stream of anxiety based around all the ways every single step of an escape could go wrong.

 Show how goddamn scary the unknown and lack of support (of everyone he’s ever known) can be.

 If you’re worried about readers interpreting this as due to pain or torture rather than deep, practical fears- Well this character is enslaved for a very long time. Much longer then the modern average (across types of slavery it’s around four and a half years, for debt bondage it’s a little over five). He’s not going to stay in one constant emotional state for that entire time.

 If you’re leaning in to depressive symptoms and the apathy things like starvation can cause then you can use torture and it’s aftermath to show a sudden, shocking surge of anger, aggression. You can show it sparking, however briefly, a will to rebel.

 Even without that symptom set I think you could use it in this way. You could have him actually acting a little and getting half way through escape preparations before bottling a couple of days later.

 Wrapping this up-

 It’s clear you’ve put a lot of thought into this story. You’ve read up at least a little on the subject matter. You’re concerned about doing it justice. That’s completely understandable.

 Don’t let your concern or the fear that you might do a bad job paralyse you.

 Write.

 You’ll make mistakes in the process. That’s OK. Writing is a learning process and the beautiful thing about it is that we can always go back and correct our mistakes.

 You’ve set yourself up for a long and difficult project. But it is achievable. Break it down. Tackle it a little at a time. Take breaks. Seek advice from other writers.

 You can do this.

 I hope that helps. :)

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[warmau]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA PLSPLSPLS WRITE VIXX HYUNGLINE FOR THE NEIGHBOR AU TOO i love ur writing thank u for always working so hard 💝💝💝

woo thank you for reading my writing!!!!! it means the entire world to me~~find the younger line (here) 

Hakyeon

everything is tidy, everything costs more than your entire life savings, everything is color coordinated to go with this soft lilac aesthetic and his storage space in the basement of the apartment building is full of artisan scented candles that’s why his apartment always smells like literally. heaven

im serious,,,,,,,he is a candles person like look at him,,,,,

and most of the kids in your building are convinced small woodland creatures help him get dressed in the morning or something because he looks like a prince that came alive straight out of a movie??? plus he just gives off this really regal, dignified air

it’s hard to imagine that he’s just living life like all of us ordinary people like,,,,,,,,,,,

has a parakeet for a pet that he named chamomile,,,,,like after the flower,,,,,,,like how cute

likes to play ambient instrumental music when he’s cooking or cleaning and he’ll sway to the music and hum ,,,,,,, has a personalized apron that was a gift from his mom like,,,,,,please

nags at all his other friends who are living alone because,,,,,,,do they not own feather dusters???? they don’t use coasters?????? 

“um i know your shoes are off but where are your slippers hyuk ive bought you like 5 pairs already-”

you know hakyeon because you live next door to each other, but also you’ve run into him at the same home economics store like a hundred times and he’s always in the candles section which you think is really adorable

like here is this tall, beautiful looking man getting overly excited about candles,,,,,,like it just always makes you smile when you see him

and you actually have a date tonight with someone you’ve liked since,,,,,forever and you finally had the courage to ask them out and they’re coming for dinner

and as you’re preparing you’re like OOO i should get a candle for the table,,,,,,,but sadly you have none - BUT there is someone who can totally help you out

and when you knock on hakyeon’s door he more than gladly lends you a candle and he’s like “are you finally getting into them like me??” and you’re like “hmmm,,,,,,you could say that,,,,,,”

and you put it on the table, planning to light it when your date shows up,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,an hour passes

than two

and you realize as the clock hits 10 pm and your hungry stomach is growling that the person isn’t coming,,,,and you check your phone for absolutely no messages

and you sit at the table and put your head down on it and sigh because this always happens, you get your hopes up and they come crashing down around you

and you look up and see the candle and you’re like “might as well return this.” so you drag yourself up and knock on hakyeon’s door again

and he answers with a smile that turns to a frown when he sees you standing there, dejected and you’re like “i,,,,,,ended up not needing it.”

and hakyeon is like looking at you and just from the saddness written over your face he can tell,,,,,,,,,,that this candle was meant to be shared with someone,,,,,,but that didn’t happen

and quietly he asks if you might want to talk about it, but you just shrug your shoulders and you’re like “there’s nothing to say, they just,,,,,,didn’t show up.” and hakyeon is like “maybe something came up-” and you laugh sadly and you’re like “i think,,,,,,they just stood me up.”

and hakyeon makes a face and is like “well then, they must be out of their minds. but that makes sense.” and you look up at him and he’s like “well,,,,,,,,let’s just say if you asked me to dinner i wouldn’t make you wait number one and i wouldn’t make you cook for me, i’d be thankful to invite you over and cook for you! i’d have to be the one doing the impressing, i’d feel so lucky to have gotten someone like you to say yes to me.”

and you’re staring at him,,,,,,,in shock because no one has ever said something so flattering to you and you’re like in your head like he’s just trying to cheer you up it doesn’t mean anything

and you try to smile and you’re like “,,,,thank you,,,,,,,if only everyone was like you,,,,,,,,” and hakyeon steps to the side and is like

“no one is like me, but im serious. come in and let me impress you, if you’re ok with having that date with me instead?”

and for a moment you’re like,,,,,,is this,,,,,,,seriously happening?

and hakyeon is smiling, showing you the candle and with a wink he’s like “we can even light this too!”

and you suddenly blush,,,,, looking away and hakyeon is like “it’s ok if you feel uncomfortable, i won’t push you to sta-”

but your stomach is like please,,,,,,feed me,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,like hakyeon???? inviting you???? to a dinner date?????? did fate arrange this or something,,,,,did getting stood up just turn into the best thing ever????

and that’s exactly what happens you find yourself seated at hakyeon’s dinner table and he’s like “pardon my humble choice of cooking instant meals,,,,,,,im not that good,,,,,,at cooking”

and you’re like “it’s fine, im impressed either way.” and hakyeon laughs at your little joke and he’s like “is it the candle that got you?”

and you’re like “maybe, but also,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard not to be impressed when i just,,,,,well ,,,,,,,look at you”

and hakyeon sits back and touches his face and he’s like “really? well,,,,i knew i wasn’t bad looking but im glad it worked on you~”

and you’re like “hakyeon, not to be blunt but it works on EVERYONE”

and hakyeon laughs again, but this time you can see him clear his throat in slight embarrassment and oh my god YOU just made the GREAT hakyeon blush

and you get giddy eating your instant dinner and hakyeon is just like “when i see the person who stood you up, i might just throw this candle in th-”

and you’re like no no don’t do that,,,,,but oh my god who knew such savagery lay beneath such a handsome face

hakyeon: ;) 

Taekwoon

simple, no games, grey and white patterned everything 

pictures of his family and of his nephew in frames on his desk and hanging up on his wall

doesn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,,have a tv??????? how does he entertain himself?????

really big bookshelf though,,,,,he really likes to read. has recently gotten into composing so he bought himself a keyboard and a program for his laptop but he isn’t really sure how to go about it just yet

has like (1) painting in his house that his friend ken made for him and taekwoon isn’t even sure,,,,,like,,,,,,what it is,,,,,,,,but ken specifically did it in black and white so it would fit what he calls “taekwoon’s aura” and so taekwoon hung it up,,,,,,like near his bathroom,,,,,,,not somewhere everyone could see it 

the most updates appliance in his entire apartment: his fridge. just got a new one because the old one didn’t have an ice-maker

doesn’t like magnets but his nephew’s photo has to be in every room so he got a magnet just to put up a photo on his fridge,,,,,,,best uncle taekwoon tbh

sings in the shower

and of course: has a cat. named it leo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh the irony

and so you know him,,,,because you guys live on the last floor of the building and it’s a lot of stories up so when you take the elevator together it’s MEGA awkward because it takes a good 5 min to get up to the last floor and neither of you ever say anything

until one day you decide,,,,,hey maybe you’ll try making conversation but of all the things to talk about you like bring up something super random and you’re like “what’s your opinion on,,,,,,,,cats? i think dogs are a bit better as a pet,,,” and taekwoon just looks you dead in the eyes and is like “i have a cat.”

and the door opens and he walks out and you’re like OH MY GOD REALLY OUT OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID YOU DONT LIKE CATS AND HE HAS ONE LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE HE-

and from that moment on you cannot. get in the elevator with him

like you see him coming and you pretend to go back to your mailbox or you just look at your phone and hope he just leaves without you

and usually he does until one day he holds the elevator open and he’s like “it’s here, you should come in.”

and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,right. yep

and you’re like why the HELL do i live on the highest floor i could have taken the stairs but it would have killed me

and as you’re going up, thinking about how horrible the situation is you suddenly hear taekwoon go “did you ever get the dog?” and you look over to him and you’re like ,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what

but then you remember and you’re like “i,,,,,no i didn’t. i want to, but,,,,,,i don’t know.”

and taekwoon is silent again and you’re like i messed up. it’s over for good now

until you get to your floor and he’s like “you can come and see my cat. she’ll make you change your mind. cats are great.”

and you’re like ?????? is he inviting me over

and taekwoon opens his door and holds it and is like “if you’d like, you can come.” and you’re like um,,,,,well ok,,,,,,i suppose

and his cat is really pretty,,,,,,all white fur and blue eyes and she takes kindly to you, weaving between your legs curiously and you lean down to let her sniff you before petting her

and taekwoon comes over and he’s like “you can hold her.” and he picks her up effortlessly and you stretch out your arms to take her and she’s so,,,,,,,warm

and you’re smiling because she’s so cute and you look at taekwoon and you’re like “she’s so calm, i thought cats didn’t like being held”

and you go back to the cat and taekwoon watches and the corner of his mouth pulls up a bit

and you have to go after a while and taekwoon says goodbye, and for the first time he also adds on a “make sure to eat.”

and it gives you the confidence then over the weekend to knock on his door and you’re just sheepishly like hey,,,,,,im going to the animal shelter today to pick out a,,,,,,,,kitten,,,,,,,,,wanna come?

and you think he might turn you down but he nods so fast and returns in 1 min with his jacket and keys

and you two have fun with all the kittens together and,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s basically a first date because afterwards taekwoon pays for the cat food for you new pet and c’mon only potential boyfriends would do that hEY 

Ken 

how,,,,,,,has he survived this long? no one knows 

his apartment doubles as his art studio,,,,,and let’s just say it’s more obvious to be an artists studio than it is to be humanly inhabited as an apartment

im talking canvases everywhere, paint evERYWHERE, pencils and pens scattered on the floor and stuck into mugs that are sTILL full of coffee

when ken sleeps, he sleeps on the floor right beside whatever he’s working on and yes a couple of times he’s rolled himself over a drying painting and ended up waking up covered in stains

had to walk around with a big blob of green on his cheek for a good three hours until hongbin came over and was like “what,,,,,,is on your face?”

likes to party and drink, at other peoples houses with other people or by himself with his art

hakyeon once told him to maybe get some decorations so ken picked a flower from the street and stuck it into an empty wine bottle and was like “wa-la,,,,,,,,,,,flower in a vase”

hakyeon smack his hand against his face so loud the Whole world can hear it

probably walks around his apartment fully naked like that’s the Most Normal thing

and one night,,,,,,,,,drunk painter ken ends up forgetting his keys (of course) and so to get into his home he needs to climb the fire escape

and he’s 100% sure he’s climbing it up to the open window of HIS living room

but instead he goes head first onto a carpet,,,,,,and he doesn’t have a carpet,,,,,,,,but you do

and you jump off the sofa, almost spilling your drink all over yourself when you see this long limbed dude climb through your window

and you’re like whaT THE HELL and you pick up a nearby magazine to use as a weapon

but then the person rolls over and you see the face and you’re like “ken?”

and he makes a noise and you’re like “ken,,,,,,what the hell are you doing?” 

and you look out of the window to figure out how he got up here because yeah the fire escape,,,,,,,,but that thing is like 15 feet off the ground how did he climb the side of the wall,,,,,,,,,,,,while being drunk?????

and you wanna ask him but he’s fallen asleep, drooling onto your carpet

and you’d wake him up with a kick or something but,,,,,,,you feel bad for him also like maybe,,,,,,,,just a bit,,,,,,,,you’ve always found him really cute

so you cover him with a blanket and get back on your couch

and when you wake up it’s ken whose shaking your shoulder and you’re ??????? huh and he’s like “HEY thanks for letting me crash on your floor, im gonna go now”

and you’re like huh what ok

and you go back to sleep and when you wake up you’re like what,,,happened,,,,,,was it a dream???/

but when you leave your house to go shopping you see something taped to your door and it’s a little drawing of ken smiling and he’s like ‘thanks for not kicking me out! thanks for letting me climb through your window!’

and you laugh and keep the drawing and when you’re coming back home you see ken on his way inside too and you’re like “hows your hangover?” and he’s like “KILLER, but last night gave me some art inspiration!!” and you’re like omg that’s cool and he’s like “by the way - how do you feel about sitting for a portrait?” and you’re like “that sounds nic- WAIT WHAT” and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to paint you. if that’s ok,,,,,,,i was originally gonna paint you from memory but i kinda want to look at you more.”

and you’re like “so you can paint me better?”

ken: “oh no, i just like looking at you.”

you: “are you flirting with me after climbing through my window drunk last night?”

ken: “is it,,,,,,,,,,working?”

you: “a little”

ken: “then yes im flirting with you, how about this i paint you and you tell me about yourself,,,,,,like a first date kinda situation,,,”

and you sit there, well more like avoid sitting on any wet paint stains and ken is working on drawing you but he’s also asking you silly questions like what your alien name would be

and he’s really cute,,,,,,when half his body isn’t hanging out of your window

also he really can draw,,,,but you’re also like “ken where’s all your furniture”

and ken just makes a vague hand gesture and he’s like “somewhere”

and you’re like,,,,,,,ooo so minimalist 

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the following information is for the verse YELLOW ROSE. information differs by a little or a lot depending on verse

FULL NAME: Lark Maureen Tempest ∬ Sparrow Grace Weave NICKNAME // ALIAS: HILARIOUS STORY TIME Lark used to introduce herself all the time as “Lark, but you can call me Temmy if you want” and nobody would call her Temmy sdhfdskfslhf  ∬  one of her friends calls her Spar sometimes AGE:  26 ∬ 20 BIRTHDAY:  November 26 (1991) ∬ February 20 (1997) ETHNIC GROUP: European mix (Irish-French, German-Polish-Danish) ∬ European mix ? (Irish-French, British-Indian) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGE/S: English ∬ English, very limited Spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ∬ asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic ∬ demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CLASS: middle class / lower middle HOMETOWN/AREA: I just stick em places CURRENT HOME: ┐(ツ)┌ PROFESSION: café owner ∬ student

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: white-blonde, practically white ∬ black EYES: copper brown ∬ light blue FACE: heart ∬ peach LIPS: pouty, rather pink ∬ soft, dark cherries COMPLEXION: European, tans easily ∬ fair, smooth BLEMISHES: beauty marks! one at the inner corner of her eye (left), one at the bottom of her mouth (left), two on her cheek (right) ∬ none SCARS: a few here and there TATTOOS: none HEIGHT: 5′2″ ∬ 5′3″ WEIGHT: ~116 lbs ∬ ~106 lbs BUILD: hourglass, strong, compact ∬ pear, slender, toned FEATURES: major resting bitch face, can’t tell if eyes are bored or bedroom, STRONG ARMS ∬ delicate, almost a sense of ethereal beauty? bordering on creepy, hidden strength

ALLERGIES: none USUAL HAIR STYLE: casual ponytail, messy bun, whatever it’s called when you fold your hair up with a big hair clip?? ∬ down, easily hides her face when necessary, ponytail for running USUAL FACE LOOK: resting bitch, politely waiting for...something?, clear gaze ∬ thoughtful, mild to intense interest in whatever she’s looking at  USUAL CLOTHING: comfy, loose  ∬ simple, comfortable, subtly stylish

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: losing Sparrow, losing her father ∬ losing her loved ones, what happened in elementary/middle/high school coming back to haunt her in college ASPIRATION/S: take care of her sister FOREVER ∬ get a degree that will help her help people (nursing? doctor? therapist? environmentalist? ??) POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, easy to talk to, very aware of her emotions, can let go of grudges ∬ good listener, friendly, supportive, forgiving, pacifist, Mom Friend NEGATIVE TRAITS: immediately dislikes you if you look at Sparrow funny, doesn’t always lose her temper but when she DOES, doesn’t know how to pull her punches, god her plastic smiles are the most annoying thing in the world, possibly too honest  ∬ doesn’t think of her own well-being in the least, can’t stand up for herself, highly manipulable, apologizes for everything, gives way too many chances (as in she never stops giving u another chance) ZODIAC: Sagittarius ∬ Pisces (Aquarius-Pisces cusp) TEMPERAMENT: sanguine  ∬ phlegmatic SOUL TYPE/S: warrior ∬ ghdvkhldlf couldn’t take the quiz again but I’d guess server (maybe she coulda been an artist if I hadn’t fucked w things ( ᐛ ) ) VICE HABIT/S: using force when frustrated, cheat day every day?  ∬ apathy towards herself, unnecessary guilt, keeping secrets VIRTUES/VICES: kindness & wrath ∬ patience (and also liKE ALL OF THEM AAAA) & ........maybe like sloth...about herself.....emotionally....... FAITH: Lark has faith in herself hghdksvh ∬ Sparrow has faith in the good of others GHOSTS?: maybe a little but probably not ∬ who knows, why not? AFTERLIFE?: nope ∬ maybe, who knows REINCARNATION?: god she wants to be Sparrow’s sister foREVER ∬ maybe, who knows? ALIENS?: why not ∬ w h o  kn o w s ? POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: democratic-leaning ∬ democratic-leaning or third party EDUCATION LEVEL: college graduate (4 years) ∬ currently in college

FAMILY.

FATHER: Lionel Tempest ∬ Chandler Weave MOTHER: Phoenix Burke SIBLINGS: Sparrow ∬ Lark  EXTENDED FAMILY: uugh I don’t wanna write all this out but Phoenix has a p big family and Lionel has a huge family and Chandler also has a pretty extensive family that he’s largely estranged from NAME MEANING/S: Lark as in the bird ∬ Sparrow as in the bird HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: BIRDS

FAVORITES.

BOOK: the poetry book Sparrow got her ∬ just one favorite?? MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (lotta fond nostalgia) ∬ prolly watches a lot of foreign films? not really a fan of violence 5 SONGS: JUST 5 ??? HOLIDAY: 4th of July bc FIREWORKS  ∬ Christmas bc she can give gifts to ppl MONTH: July ∬ late September/early October SEASON: SUMMER ∬ fall and winter and actually spring and heck why not summer too PLACE: wherever her sister is ∬ home, her uncle’s library (visited once when she was very young, still dreams about it) WEATHER: SUMMER NIGHT ∬ mild autumn day, early winter morning SOUND: the crackle of fireworks and fizz of sparklers; ice cracking; distant traffic; Sparrow singing when no one can hear her; the thump of sand-filled canvas; bird wings ∬ snow falling; Lark idly playing the piano; footsteps on carpet; 3am thunder over the mountains; wind chimes and bells and glass tinkling and music boxes SCENT/S: summer air, heavy and humid; smoke (fireworks, campfire); hot spring waters; lilacs ∬ books and paper and binding glue; evergreen trees and juniper berries; the first breath of a cold day; healthy earth and roots and sun-warmed leaves; graphite and fresh ink TASTE/S: orange soda, carbonates; smooth coffee; light, crunchy snacks ∬ fresh fruits and vegetables; colloidal silver; water after a long run; raspberry chocolate FEEL/S: warmth, solid or soft or just the air pressing around; post-workout, heavy muscles but light on the inside, sweet oxygen and satisfaction; cool piano keys and worn foot pedals ∬ sunlight on window seats; scritta paper; winter’s chill; downy blankets and a warm mug; runner’s high ANIMAL/S: KOALAS ∬ so many?? NUMBER: uh ∬ prolly like 3 or smth COLORS: yellow ∬ soft blue and peach

EXTRA.

TALENTS: piano, kick boxing, Worst puns, keeping a straight face ∬ violin, bullet journaling, painting/ink drawing, cooking, running, creative and harmless pranks BAD AT: being patient, cooking, not starting fights with people who are mean to her sister ∬ speaking up for herself, cutting toxic people out of her life, arguing, jokes and sarcasm TURN-ONS: strong people, cute girls, people with secrets, soulful singers ∬ she’s so confused TURN OFFS: too many secrets, dismissive of Sparrow, BAD teeth, narcissism ∬ are u making her uncomfortable?  HOBBIES: kick boxing, piano, talking about her sister ∬ reading, journaling, painting/drawing, running, violin TROPES:  Action Girl, Plucky Girl, Beauty Mark(s), Cool Big Sis, Daddy’s Girl, DEADPAN SNARKER ∬ Sibling Yin-Yang ∬ Actual Pacifist, Shrinking Violet, The Heart, Friendless Background, Feminine Women Can Cook, Nature Lover AESTHETIC TAGS: coffee n shit, fireworks, summery things, bikes maybe?, that’s yellow, this looks like Sparrow ∬ books, journals, art stuff, blue, snow maybe, skies I guess, pretty things GPOY QUOTES: “When the guys call you bro” ∬ “When you think something’s nice but nobody else does” 

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ALT FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ┐(ツ)┌ OLDER FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ YOUNGER FC/S: ┐(ツ)┌ VOICE CLAIM/S: me, actually, when I channel Lark (?? it’s weird) ∬ Liv Tyler GENDERBENT  FC/S: u think i got time for that

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1: hfskdghsdf I’d prolly end up calling it smth rly edgy and dumb like “Forbidden” or “The Blue Rose Girl” which doesn’t even sound edgy it just sounds dumb. black and white might be cool, or sort of a faded color? maybe it would go from black and white to color. it would be about the blue rose verse and the consequences they face bc of Lark’s actions and maybe Sparrow was better off staying dead? the folly of the heart type thing I’m tired can u tell

Q2: what would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2: pls don’t do this to me rn I’M WORKING ON IT

Q3: why did you start writing this character?        

A3: it all started w Sparrow. actually it all started with BJDs. I did a faceup and was like “cool who’s this” and thought Sparrow Weave was a cool name and literally started rping her with just a name and a face long story between that n this, but I decided Sparrow needed a sister bc of long story, and a lark was a bird and tempest was sort of the opposite of weave? why did they have to be opposite? Lark totally changed as a character tho originally she was super happy-go-lucky and bouncy and cheerful all the time but then I started to rp her and she was like “MOVE bitch get out the way”

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?          

A4: ?? her name was Sparrow and she looked nice with dead flowers and I threw her into the fray. she grew to be beautiful and extremely damaged. Lark tho, I really liked how she kicked my ass and did her own thing

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.          

A5: just cause I know all their flaws doesn’t mean I dont love them for it

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?          

A6: Sparrow and I are super squishy and people-pleasers and like books and art, and Lark and I get waaaaay over protective of people and have similar taste in puns, although I’m never confident enough to say any of mine

Q7: how does your muse feel about you?          

A7: Sparrow would like me, I’d remind Lark of Sparrow until she found out I’m the cause of her suffering?? then I would cease to exist down to the last atom

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8: this is going to sound horrible but I have this weird fascination with Sparrow in unhealthy relationships. she’s extremely manipulable but she’s also aware of that? so she might be onto you the whole time but why is she going along with it why does she have so much faith in you what are you going to do. LARK AND HER ENEMIES HALSKFHDKFSH

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9: Lark writes herself, Sparrow’s more shy but I know her. if I see or think of anything that reminds me of her I remember everything she’s ever done and I fall in love again. I never lose muse just the ability/focus to make the words go

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?          

A10: fuck ass long I stayed up way too lat workin on it, went back and edited/added more information to parts so it made more sense today, STILL WORKING ON THEIR PLAYLISTS but yeah this was fun!

#𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 ∬ memes #𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ∬ 𝓢 & 𝓛 #𝟐𝟎 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝟓 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐠 ∬ 𝓛 (headcanons) #𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 ∬ 𝓢 (headcanons) #((GOD THIS TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I LOVE IT))