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inkperch · 3 years

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Linked Universe Zeldas:

My takes on LU style- Zelda’s. Note: I don’t really follow Linked Universe, and I don’t like a lot of their takes on the Links, so uh, don’t assume these Zelda’s dealt with the LU versions of the Links.

SS: goes by Hylia, she jokingly suggests it when they’re picking nicknames, and everyone else just pauses for a second then realises who exactly she is and freaks the fuck out, so it kinda sticks as a combination of an in-joke and just... well, she’s Hylia reborn, can’t argue with that! The others are all low-key taken aback by how not-leadery she is, she tends to be the most hands-off when it comes to planning because well- she just guards the triforce, Link is the one who earned all 3 pieces and used it’s full power. Meanwhile her descendants picked up Wisdom sometime in the intervening centuries, so she’s pretty happy to leave the plans to them and stick to being a mediator. Third most likely Zelda to pick a fight she can’t win, most likely to win despite that.

Minish Cap: goes by Shortie, bc these beanpoles tried that with Tetra and she threatened to stab them, but Minish just found it hilarious so it stuck. Surprisingly quick to pick up how to fight, occasionally gets the other Zelda’s into trouble by running off, but they usually agree with her that whatever caught her eye was actually pretty worth it, because deep down they’re all massive nerds, no matter how functional they appear. Also tends to randomly grab gifts for the other Zeldas.

Four Swords: just goes by Four, jokes about how much her Hero(es) would be annoyed by that. Usually the first to notice encroaching danger, and always the first to investigate it. At first the more combat-experienced Zelda’s were Concerned(tm) that she is the one sticking herself into unknown dangers, until she pointed out that A) she is considerably less likely to get herself caught unless Sheik wants to go, bc she knows she has less leeway to get caught than they are and B) they won’t be down a fighter for the rescue if she’s the one who gets caught, which they reluctantly concede.

OoT: goes by Regrets, which like, the other Zelda’s just hear her bitterly pick as soon as the topic comes up and immediately decide they aren’t touching that emotional baggage. It’s an mix of Child and Adult timeline Zelda, which kinda fucks her up when she thinks about it- especially seeing as she remebers both Ganondorf breaking free and killing one of the Seven Sages in the child timeline, and what became of the Hero of Time... who she remembers clinging to the thought he got to have the childhood he rightfully should’ve in the Adult Timeline, as the waves climbed up over Hyrule to seal the awakened and unchallenged Ganondorf. So yeah, she tries not to. She also remembers the start of the Defeat Timeline, where she was too late to save the Hero and was forced to lead the exhausted and scattered remains of her people to war to kill the Demon King.

Wind Waker: literally just Tetra, she also is the first to look at the less murder-happy Zeldas and give them a knife. She’s currently working on getting them all up to basic pirate crew levels of fighting without magic, just in case, and she’s constantly pestering the fight-y Zelda’s to a spar. Regrets goes along because she’s had three slightly different Zelda’s merged in her head so her skills are a little rusty, Hylia likes to do it just because people keep forgetting she learned to fight at the same school Link did, and their responses when she reminds them are funny to her. Tetra is picked up from after establishing New Hyrule, and she looks up to Hylia more than she’s willing to admit, often going to her for advice on the whole ‘founding a nation in peaceful cohabitation with the locals’ thing. Second most likely to start a fight she can’t win.

Spirit Tracks: goes by Ghost, refuses to explain the joke to any of the others and thinks she’s hilarious for it. She is, but she doesn’t need the ego stoke. They find out about the ghost thing when she accidently astral projects in her sleep at one point and wakes up to them freaking out over her corpse, which is implied to happen often. Tetra notices that she’s really really weird to train as a fighter, because she already fights pretty well but she also fights like she’s a giant fuck-off suit of armour with a sword as big as she is. She finds it amazing to get to meet Tetra, and is constantly asking her if various stories she heard as a child are actually true or if her mother just made them up or exaggerated. They were not, and Ghost thinks Tetra is the coolest person on the planet for it.

Twilight Princess: goes by Twilight, out of tribute to Midna’s nickname for her. Absolutely misses Midna, respects Regrets more than Regrets thinks she should, but she still angsts a lot about how she just surrendered to the unkillable army its implied she’s the only one who could even see properly who could turn them all into ghos- ahem. I may or may not have opinions about people thinking it’s the wrong decision from out of universe. But yeah, she absolutely angsts about it, and really looks up to Tetra and Regrets bc at least they acted, she just sat in her tower and waited for the hero she knew would be coming. Saying that though, she indulged Tetra’s pestering to fite exactly once (1), and promptly kicked her ass and went back to her book. Because really, what else was she going to do with all that free time while Link was fishing to win a Heart Container and she couldn’t leave her room? Ganondorf had to get the idea to have her use a sword somewhere.

FSA: Even among Zelda's, she stands out for how friendly she is- more than once she brought a ‘new friend’ back to camp who’d been trying to kill them seconds earlier. This got her the nickname Torch, because she shines light into even the darkest of creatures- although, Hylia would like it if she never interacted with any of the mini-Imprisoned from HW ever again please and thank you, that was a step too far for exotic pets.

(I’ll do a followup post for the Defeat Timeline, it has a lot of the older games I haven’t played and need to familiarise myself with the characters in, and it’s already getting late)

Hyrule Warriors: goes by Sheik, was unironically ready to fight her ancestor for the name, but Regrets doesn’t really care. Speaking of regrets, upon learning that Regrets did the exact same disguise in the Adult timeline, Sheik immediately wants to go stab Cia (and maybe Lana too) for letting her think she was getting away with the disguise when Cia had literally seen the exact same trick just one timeline over. (post post-game definitive edition, so Cia has her redemption arc) She also was never meant to be the bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom, and views it as a burden- without Cia’s interference, the Triforce of Wisdom and it’s visions would’ve been passively sitting in the royal vaults instead of etched into her hand, but fate got confused when the Triforce had been split, but the one who should inherit Wisdom was much better suited to Courage. This leads to a bit of a disconnect sometimes, where fate has changed her into a suitable host for the Triforce of Wisdom, but she just kinda isn’t one. She’s also a MASSIVE nerd (I saw those TP references in Linkle’s Twilight stage Nintendo! She literally started dropping random history quotes after almost dying, the nerd) so she’s constantly fangirling over all her famous ancestors, because if anyone had managed to hear legends from all 3 timelines, it would be HW Zelda. The most likely to pick a fight she can’t win, she literally only pretends to be functional and have impulse control when they’re in her Hyrule and her people can see her.

BOTW:

Both BoTW Zeldas avoid each other like the plague because yeah, that’s a physical manifestation of my failures. They’re not consolidated like OoT was for bonus angst- because just merging them would show her there’s a happier timeline where all of her friends survived and Hyrule didn’t fall and crumble to ruins while she and Link took a 100 year nap.

AoC: goes by Terrako, because why the hell not. Has Terrako with her, which gets confusing, but he’s an adorable Eggy Boi, and basically team mascot. Is using her Master Cycle+Sheikah Slate movesets, bc she tried to use her Goddess bow moveset and reality just kinda glitched bc there were two Zelda’s using the exact same power, and they both agreed to never try that again.

BoTW: goes by Architect, because that’s what she spends half her time doing these days. Regularly nerds out with Sheik. Low-key dying inside from self-worth issues rearing up again now that she’s hanging out with all these legendary queens, but tries not to let it show and keep with a positive attitude, too mixed results.

#legend of zelda #linked universe #zelda #spirit tracks

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cienie-isengardu · 2 years

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Lin Kuei: ORIGINS / ARCHITECTURE

RELIGION <> ORIGINS / ARCHITECTURE <> FOOD <> FOR THE LIN KUEI <> ART <> CRYOMANCERS <> LIN KUEI SOCIETY <> MONEY & MATERIAL GOODS

The continuation of the morgianesffs-blog’s list of questions about Lin Kuei. For the formalities, the original questions:

If you had to match the Lin Kuei with a dynasty, what one would it be? (I know the 2021 movie has the opening in the Ming dynasty, so the Lin Kuei is at least that old, but given that movie Bi Han hasn't aged in 400 years, and was taken is a child, its probably much older) (and also know the game probably cherry picked random Chinese things it liked).

AND

In the spirit of potential future writing, I'm trying to find a building that would make a good substitution for Lin Kuei temple.

I've tried looking up ancient Chinese military barracks/forts, and have found some stuff, but is all exterior. Anyone know of any locations (or several I can cobble together) that would make good inspiration fodder?

By no means I’m familiar enough with Chinese history to pick any dynasty but sources are consistent in this regard - Lin Kuei is an old organisation. How old however varies from one source to another. So we have:

Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero’s Prime Guide:

Somewhere in the northern most parts of Asia, there exists a secret clan of assassins and thieves known as the Lin Kuei. This group has existed for centuries and thrives on the evil intention of the people who pay for their services.

Mortal Kombat 11’s intro:

Sub-Zero: Lin Kuei style predates Shaolin.

Kung Lao: But you still cannot beat us, Grandmaster.

Sub-Zero: That is a spurious claim, Kung Lao.

The quick research on wikipedia gives me this: Shaolin Temple was built around 495 and the Shaolin monks began to create fighting systems of their own around 581–618. If we based the calculation on real dates, the Lin Kuei could be even 1500+ years old.

Mortal Kombat book by Jeff Rovin (1995):

He tingled with pride – and burned with fresh hatred for Yong Park – as he thought of the rich history of the breed to which he belonged. Formed in A.D. 1200, the ninjitsu were entrusted with the protection of the shoguns in ancient Japan. The Lin Kuei was a breed of ninja that moved from Japan to China in 1310.

(note: this quote is contrary to generally accepted MK lore that states ninjutsu was brought to Japan by Takeda, the rogue Lin Kuei member. Still, even in this “timeline” the Lin Kuei clan would be at least 700 years old)

Mortal Kombat Conquest TV, Episode 3: Cold Reality

[Shang Tsung] A group of mortals.

[Vorpax] Mortals.

[Shang Tsung] Assassins.

[Vorpax] Who are they, Shang?

[Shang Tsung]: The Lin Kuei, an ancient sect. Their training is in deepest secret as is their code. They are silent, swift and always lethal.

Note: The serial takes place in Great Kung Lao’s times, something around 400-600 years ago and Lin Kuei is already described as “ancient”.

Mortal Kombat Comics “Kitana and Mileena” retold the fall of Edenia, in which Lin Kuei took part.

Kitana is 10.000 years old at present time and it is usually assumed she was a young child when Edenia fell. The comics didn’t specify the time frame of this event but Lin Kuei were already a formalized group with cryomancer in the ranks. It is possible that Lin Kuei could be, if not ten then at least a few thousand years old.

The mentioned sources are independent stories that can be seen as unique timelines but all make Lin Kuei from a few centuries to even a few thousands years old which is a pretty long existence. This in turn makes Lin Kuei one of the oldest and continuously existing factions we know about.

Sadly, there is little to none solid information about how and by whom the clan was formed and in what socio-economic and political context. Yet, considering how cryomancers are the prominent group and how their (ancient) powers are kept in high regard, some part of the clan were in fact fugitives from Outworld and their origin likely influenced the process of creating clan.

I used to see the existence of the clan as a sort of deal between native Earthrealmians and immigrants from the other realms, especially concerning cryomancers. As in, clan getting warriors with special powers for smuggling the runaways to Earth and helping them to adapt into new culture and environment. However now, I lean more into the theory that Lin Kuei was a union between minor families and tribes (immigrants and outcast) that slowly changed into nation-like formation thanks to which they could maintain their independence and neutrality in the face of interdimensional and internal earthly conflicts while working solely for the clan’s benefit. From various sources we know that Lin Kuei has and accepts family units (the genealogical line of Sub-Zero brothers or Grandmaster and Sektor’s blood ties). As far as I know Mortal Kombat Tournament Edition is the only one source that has a mention of “houses” that could refer to certain families, including cryomancers / Sub-Zero:

The blood ties and their importance in itself are a very interesting aspect considering how friendship alone was seen as a weakness, as was stated by the Conquest TV series.

Once again, the sources did not give a strict time frame nor background, but if Lin Kuei was truly an ancient, few thousand years old organisation, their existence may predate the earliest Chinese dynasty and kept their cultural differentiation for ages. The same could happen, if Lin Kuei was just a few hundred years old, the clan still may not be directly influenced by and/or connected to Chinese culture, thus the architecture may not have a direct reference to a specific dynasty. Or it could be a reverse process, the Chinese military and/or artistic culture could be influenced by Lin Kuei. It is hard to tell, since the sources gave little insight into cultural connection between various factions but I would like point out that Asia and Outworld share a lot similarities when it comes to architecture and art (especially dragon image?) which raises a question what the cultural exchange looked like before realms were separated by Sindel’s magic to spare Earthrealm from ill fate of Edenia and in result creating Mortal Kombat Tournament. There is also a possibility that Lin Kuei was influenced by their Outworld origins, which seems still living memory when it comes to cryomancers and their ties to “Arctika” that may not refer to Earthrealm region per se, but to some cryomancer lost homeland or cultural heritage. Lin Kuei knew and used secret passages to Outworld and had also extensive knowledge about the other realm so they could, in theory, be a carrier of influences, cultural or material exchange between Earthrealm and Outworld. Another thing to think about is that Lin Kuei doesn’t mind adapting an already existing place for their own use, as was seen in Mortal Kombat Armageddon in which their Temple was actually once the Temple of Delia (the great sorceress & wife of god Argus). Most likely the building was chosen for pragmatic reasons rather than any artistic sense or admiring different cultures.

As for architecture alone and possible real-life references, I wonder, were Lin Kuei truly a Chinese clan, as older sources liked to refer to them. This feeling is supported by the lack of such references in the current timeline!Sub-Zero's BIOs and how Lin Kuei cryomancers seem to care just for their lost heritage (the mentioned ties to Arctika seen in games, including MK11 cosmetics) than for any ties to human governments or nationality. Mythologies also suggest that Lin Kuei’s Temple was “somewhere in the northern most parts of Asia” which sounds more like Siberia than territory of China. Of course, Lin Kuei could change place of living several times through the long period of history or even have more than one place existing at the same time, which is true for the modern era (Mortal Kombat X comics). Wherever Lin Kuei Temple truly is, the clan is living high in mountains or in general, a naturally hard-to-reach place and rather cold climate.

Interestingly, Mortal Kombat wikipedia states that Lin Kuei means “Forest Demon” or Forest Chief, so who knows, they could change their residence - environment - over the years until they reached the abandoned Temple of Delia - thus the more Asian or Outworld or mixed styles of both architecture seen in current sources (Mortal Kombat X and 11, Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms).

Sadly, I do not have any specific real-life buildings to offer, but I personally think it is worth checking Asian cliff buildings through a google search. As for references from sources, the gallery on Lin Kuei Palace’s wiki page is a good start and here are some samples from games and animated series showing the interior:

Mortal Kombat X

Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms

and it is worth to check out Mortal Kombat Armageddon walkthrough “Lin Kuei Palace”

As the final note, Lin Kuei is an old organisation so the architecture does not have to be homogeneous and changeless. Still, it must be resistant to harsh conditions first and foremost. At the same time, at least in the old timeline, the clan used an ancient Temple of Dalia, so their headquarters interior could have more sacrum-like style than spartan one. Surprisingly, Lin Kuei likes detailed crafts contrasting with their brutal warrior culture. Which just shows how complex is the history and the nature of Lin Kuei.

#mortal kombat #my analysis #lin kuei #cryomancers #sub zero #can't help with real-life buildings i'm still trying to wrap my mind how Lin Kuei Temple should look like #the current timeline makes it looks like asian architecture but the armageddon dunno

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thisbluespirit · 3 years

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Fic writer interview

tagged by: @allegoriesinmediasres (thanks! <3)

name: @thisbluespirit

fandoms: Doctor Who, Sapphire & Steel, Blake’s 7, Once Upon a Time, Shadow of the Tower, Press Gang, Spooks | MI5, Star Wars, Dracula, Adam Adamant Lives! and a whole lot of other fandoms I rotate around, including a scary amount of obscure Brit TV from previous decades, and random things written for Yuletide.

two-shot: The only one I can find on AO3 is The Rime on the Spray, an old fic that’s a mini-adventure with One, Ben & Polly, because I couldn’t find any fic for them as a team at the time.

most popular multi-chapter fic: My multi-chapter works are not my most popular, let me tell you. I sorted by kudos and, eventually, pages down, found (somewhat worryingly, given its current lack of comments), Austerity Gamble an origfic M/F 1940s set piece. For an actual fandom the most popular is Assigned, but that is a collection of one-shots for a set of Sapphire & Steel prompts I made. So the actual most popular fannish multi-chapter work is Murder at Mill Cottage, which, er, was a sort of meta Doctor Who/Miss Marple crossover, set in This Time Round, which I’m not even going to try and explain here. Harry Sullivan attempts to solve a mystery, anyway.

actual worst part of writing: Getting the words down in the first place instead of leaving them running round your head.

how you choose your titles: Either the title comes with the fic and everything is great, or I snaffle from a song I listen to while writing it, or I wind up googling the fic’s theme desperately for appropriate quotes. If it’s a meme ficlet, I just go, dammit, it’s a meme ficlet and give it an appropriate one word title. And then can’t remember which ficlet has been kudosed every time I get an email. The funny thing is, I have a bunch of things written for the AU Meme I’ve done a few times that are all titled “AU Meme: Character/Pairing X” and they get read as much as or more than plenty of other things I write, so we could probably all just call everything Untitled #1, Untitled #2 and it’d all be okay anyway. XD

do you outline: It depends. For a ficlet, not usually. For a longer piece, I’ll certainly write some notes and plot points down. I tend to write longhand first, on paper, which means I have a pretty full(ish) draft by the time I’m typing up, and I’ve had a rough draft to try things out in already.

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice: Oh, I don’t know. I do mean to finish typing up that Bail/Breha thing that was originally supposed to be for an exchange & the draft in my notebook is complete, so that can’t count.

I’m still kind of amused by the whole Elizabeth of York Vampire Slayer random bit of WIP I have lying around somewhere, and I do not think I’ll ever make that an actual thing now. (I have a small bit typed up, but what’s left in my notebook isn’t much more and also includes notes about breeding giant frogs in France and I have no idea what I was on at the time. I was very ill, in my defence. Probably.)

callouts @ me: Umm? How many James Maxwells have I written this year? Actually, probably way less this year. But, ooh, pick any year from about 2013-2019, lol... (Sometimes he’s in disguise.)

best writing traits: Characterisation and dialogue? I’m actually not too bad with plot when I am well enough, but I rarely am that well, so does that count? Sometimes I can do humour! People laugh, so it must be ok.

spicy tangential opinion: Probably me still genuinely liking canons, especially modern ones, that everyone else gave up on. Shocking. In fandom because I like it? ;-p Thinking Sapphire & Steel are better with the addition of Silver to make a shiny OTP seems aptly spicy. I feel Silver would be fine with that.

tagging: @bunn1cula @pers-books @scarletmanuka @foreignobjecticus @captain-aralias @jurijurijurious & any other fic-writers who are automatically tagged if they want to be!

#fannish nonsense #memes #fic writer interview #allegoriesinmediasres #sapphire and steel #doctor who #replies

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crackheadh0urr · 4 years

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Puppy (Audrey Rose x AK/VK!Daughter of Maleficent and King Stefan)

(If you've seen the 2014 Maleficent, you'll get where I got Stefan from)

As Audrey walked throught Jane's party, Adriene couldn't help but notice how much finer she looked as a villain. She and Audrey have always had a rocky relationship. One minute, they're cool. The next, their at each other's throat. It might have had something to do with Adriene being half AK, half VK. Audrey hated it, but at the same time, she knew Adriene was a good friend to her. As Audrey was about to cast a spell, Adriene slowly walks up to her, "Whoa! Whoa." She laughs nervously, her semi deep voice catching the attention of the magenta haired girl, "Ya know, um. You think you might need a um sidekick? A companion?" Adriene says while still walking up to Audrey who just glares at her with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow, "A loyal best friend? Hell, even an errand girl?" Adriene asks with a lip bite. Audrey hums followed by an evil laugh, "Hm, maybe I do. But, why should I give that position to you?" She asks in a baby voice, batting her eyelashes. Adriene chuckles slightly, "I um... Maybe, not trying to be rude, I'm one of the ONLY people that can put up with you," She starts making Maleficent's staff gem glow, "A-And, don't want you to be lonely. I can also provide a lil extra protection." The curly afro-haired girl says. Audrey laughs, "What protection?" She asks. Adriene walks up to her and touches the staff making her eyes glow an eerie greenish yellow, "I am part Maleficent." She whispers as her lips ghosted Audrey. The shorter girl let out a shaky sigh, "You... You could be useful. Get behind me." She says plainly making Adriene nod rapidly and stand behind her.

"Happy birthday, to you..." Audrey sings as pink dust appears making a bunch of people fall asleep, "Happy birthday, to you..." More people fall. Jane looks around, desperately trying to find a place to hide, "Happy birthday... To you..." Audrey finishes. Unbeknownst to her, Jane dived into the enchanted lake as pink clouds appear to take both Audrey and Adriene away and hide them somewhere safe.

~~~

Uma flips through Audrey's diary with furrowed eyebrows, "You fucked up her life completely, Mal." She laughs out making Mal glare at Uma. The green haired girl laughs again, "But, you also made it better in a way..." She replies catching everyone's attention, "What do you mean?" Celia Facilier asks with curious eyes. Uma shakes her head, "Seems as though Ms. Goody Goody is bisexual." She replies making the group of VKs gasp, "Really?" Carlos asks. Uma nods, "She said, and I quote, Mal took everything from me. My future, my crown, my Benny-boo. But, there's someone that made me forget all of that. It's like I hate her, but I like her," Mal's eyes widened as she muttered something making Carlos and Evie shush her, "I admit, I started off disliking her when she came from the isle and when Mal took Ben from me, I started to eventually hate her because of what another VK did. Unfortunately and fortunately, she kept following me like a lost puppy. She kept trying to cheer me up. Make me understand that what her Mal did was not her fault. Her persistance and flirty nature made me unconsciously grow to like her as a good friend, considering she put up with a lot of my bullshit," Uma continues, evntually making all of the VKs sit around her as she read,

"When she hugged me, I just wanted us to stay like that. She's a little bit taller than me which I hated because she always made fun of my height. In such little time, she put so much admiration and love in my heart for her. She made me feel a lot of things Ben never made me feel. She even complimented me all the time and I would blush because she would give me a certain look when she said something about me that she loved. I hated feeling this way for a girl. My grandma would never accept it... So, I pushed her away. I picked fights with her just to get her away from me. It hurt me so bad because she was the only person who really tried to become my friend. She put up with my mood swings and constant complaining.

The only thing about my situation is that she saw right through me. She knew that I didn't want to push her away. But, she didn't know the reason. Just like that, I went from the Audrey she knew to the Audrey everyone hated. And I started to treat her as I treated everyone else." Uma finishes. Jay was in shock, "So, let me get this straight. Audrey likes a VK, but she's afraid of what her grandmother might say so she pushes her away. Who is this mysterious girl?" He asks. Uma flips back a few pages, "Right here." She says,

"I feel as if my world is crashing. Nobody but me knows that Mal gave Ben a love potion cookie. Ben and I were destined to be together... At least that's what my grandmother and parents say. Why did I let some VK take my whole life? I can't bare to take anymore mental abuse from them. Why me? There's one girl though. A VK and AK mix. I hate her with a burning passion, but she makes me oddly happy. Do I really hate her? She was there for me the exact same time Mal potioned Ben. I should know, because I sat next to her and she kept whispering sweet things into my ear. Who is she and who gave her the right to make me blush? The words she said to me were enough to block out any mental abuse my family dished out. She voice was smooth yet raspy. It was feminine with a hint of deepness.

She kept complimenting me on little things she noticed that I didn't know. I was gonna accuse her of being a stalker, but reality hit me hard before I could. Ben never really took time to notice any little details about me. But, this random girl, this VK took the time to point out stuff that I didn't notice about me. Instead of yelling at her or being bitchy like I usually was, I just smiled. A flashed a real smile and took in all of her compliments. The girl was honestly stunning. She had curly orangeish blonde hair that was black as you skimmed it. Her skin was relatively tan and she had tattoos littered all around her body which made her look a little more sexy in my eyes. What made me confused is that she looked so bad ass, but when she smiled, her face became more baby like. It was adorable. And god knows I can't forget those eyes. Her greenish eyes.

Her name is Adriene. And I think I might've made a new friend. One of my first true friends." Uma reads and gasps when she sees the picture. Mal looks at Uma, "Well, what is it?!" She asks impatiently. The dark skin girl turns the book around, "Is-... Isn't that your younger sister, Adriene?" Carlos asks,

Mal's hands slowly formed a fist, "So, you mean to tell me... Audrey has a crush on MY sister...?" She asks through gritted teeth. Uma nods while looking at the purple haired girl. Evie nods her head, "Maybe, just maybe... I have an idea..." She says softly.

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Audrey sighs softly and sits down on a couch while staring Adriene down. Adriene grins, "Ya need anything, princess?" She asks. Audrey scowls, "It's Queen to you!" She snaps. Adriene raises her hands in defense, "Ight ight, My Queen." She says in a certain tone making Audrey turn red and blast her with the sceptre. Adriene clutches her arm, "OW! What the hell?!" She asks Audrey with a slight glare. The magenta hair girl glares back, "Stop being cute!" She says with an eyeroll as she sees a wide smile form on Adriene's face, "Or what?" She asks while tilting her head. Audrey glares making Adriene sulk, “Fine fine, i’ll stop.” She says, mumbling a couple of profanities afterwards. Audrey stood up and walked over to Adriene slowly. The curly haired girl tilts her head. She was about to voice her confusion until Audrey placed her head and right hand on Adriene’s chest. Something Audrey would usually do when she’s mad, upset, or needs comfort.

Adriene didn’t question Audrey. All she did was wrap her arms around Audrey’s waist, “I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but it’s gonna be okay, Drey.” Adriene says softly. Audrey grips the taller girl’s shirt, “Promise?” She whisper asks. Adriene shook her head, “I can’t promise you that, but I can promise you this... I’m going to protect you no matter the cost. Don’t worry, lil mama.” She reassures making Audrey nod. Adriene kisses Audrey’s forehead, “I’ll be back.” She says and walks towards the front door. Audrey stops her with the sceptre, “And where are you going?” She asks. Adriene chuckles, “Calm down, queen. I’m bout to start a fire. For some reason, i’m craving smores.” She answers truthfully. Audrey furrows her eyebrows before letting her leave.

it’s been almost an hour since Adriene left and Audrey started to visibly get worried. The magenta haired girl checked her sceptre and instantly got angry,

“So, you left us to be with Audrey?!” Mal shouts in a tied up Adriene’s face. Adriene had a deep scowl present on her face, “Yeah, I did. And i’d do it over and over again, bastard child.” Adriene spat calmly earning a hard backhand against the face. Adriene’s spat out blood and a tooth as Mal hit her real hard, “IF YOU ARE LISTENING AUDREY, GIVE US THE STAFF OR ADRIENE GETS IT!” Mal shouts.

Audrey breathing became heavy and her eyes teared up “Adriene...” She whimpers,

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER, AUDREY! IT’S A FUCKING TRAP! I CAN HOLD MY OWN, BAE, KEEP THE SCEPTRE!” Adriene shouts earning another smack from Jay this time, “Shut up, bitch!” He shout. Blood ran down Adriene’s chin as she struggled to get up.

Audrey balls up her fist, “NO!” She screetches and disappears.

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probably-writing-x · 4 years

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Innocence never looked so good

Valerio x Reader

Request by anon : I love your writings🧡🧡they’re what keeps me busy during this sucky time. If you’re still taking asks, I was wondering if you could write about Valerio and him meeting a new transfer scholarship student. At first he’s not really interested bc she’s pretty innocent but then he ends up falling for her. Kind of like Guzman and Nadia I guess. I mean you could honestly write it anyway you want and if love it 🥺 this was just ask. If not it’s understandable :))

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“So is this how it works here?” It was a boy from the back of the class that spoke up, “You just dish out scholarships left right and centre?”

He was a tall, slim boy with wild dark curls being his typically distinctive feature. You were more drawn to the sharp structure of his face and how he seemed so nonchalant about his extroverted personality. He was leaning back in the chair with his legs on top of the desk and his arms stretched out like he was opening himself to the world.

“Valerio, not now,” The teacher rolls his eyes, “(Y/n) is just as deserving of her place here as any of you are. I expect you to make her welcome as you would do with any paying student, understood?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and blink a couple of times at the intimidating crowd in front of you. You weren’t the most confident at the best of times so starting a new school was already an experience you feared - let alone when that school was filled to the brim with rich kids that you’d never fit in with.

The only spare seat in the class happened to be beside this Valerio so you walk your way over and stand awkwardly beside his desk.

“Can I sit here?” You ask quietly, forcing yourself to remain calm, “Please?”

He lets a smirk dance across his lips as he trails his eyes up and down your form, tapping his pen on the table with one hand, “Okay, (Y/n).”

Valerio swings his legs down and shuffles in his chair to make room for you beside him. You set your bag down beside you and pull out the books that you needed for the lesson, along with your pencil case.

“Fuck,” Valerio says a little too loudly, “She really is a nerd.”

You blush furiously at his comment but keep your head down nonetheless, scribbling down the date and the title of the lesson.

“Valerio!” The teacher warns, “Do I need to tell you again that your father’s money can easily be replaced?”

He rolls his eyes as a stunning girl from a few rows in front turns around and glares at him - an evident warning behind her perfected eyes.

Valerio ignores you for the rest of the lesson, spending half of his time staring out of the window and the other half trying to see how far he could rock back on his chair.

- - - - - -

You’re sat next to Valerio in that class every single day and every day is the same. You wait for him to move his feet from the table, you sit down and get on with the work and he finds any way possible of avoiding the work. It continues like that again and again every single day.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair down,” He comments as you sit down on one random Monday morning.

You’d managed to make a few friends at Las Encinas - the other scholarship students really. But you tried your best to remain under the radar.

“I don’t ever really think about it,” You shrug, tucking a stray lock behind your ear as you scribble down the date.

“It’s nice.”

It’s weird to hear Valerio say anything remotely close to a compliment, even if it was something minor. But you find yourself looking at him with a little frown.

“You don’t think I have it in me to be polite?” He cocks a brow, “I’ll have you know I’m a gentleman, (Y/n).”

“If you say so,” You shrug and it’s like the tiniest spark of fire he’s ever seen from you. It takes him aback a little even if it shouldn’t. You were always so passive, and yet you’d had that tiniest fraction of sass in your words then that threw him just a little off balance.

He watches you a little bit more that day, wanting to know the person behind who you were when you sat beside him.

- - - - - -

The next morning, Valerio is still in his normal position in the chair as you come in but there’s a rose left on your side of the table.

“What’s this?” You question, picking it up to make space for your books.

He shrugs and shifts his legs, as usual, “I have no idea.”

“Well, you must’ve seen who put it down,” You comment, turning it over in your hands, “Who was it?”

“Can’t have been me,” He pushes himself off from the table using his firmly planted hands so that he rocks back on his chair, “I’m not romantic enough.”

- - - - - -

There continue to be little moments like that. A week later, he left a book on the table that he claimed was a brilliant read under his own recommendation. Next, it was a new notepad from when he saw you were coming to the end of yours. Sometimes, it would just be a note where he’d scribbled a poem quote that he liked. And, oddly, you found yourself looking forward to each day where you may or may not find a little gesture given from the extroverted boy that sat beside you. He didn’t show any interest in you outside of those moments, ignoring you in every other class, never acknowledging you in the hallways - but that one class every morning was his slight moment with you where he did show that side.

It’s a number of weeks later and things had started to deteriorate for you yet again at home. Your parents were what you’d call ‘missing in action’ - where they reprised their regular roles of being shitty parents by abandoning you with no knowledge of when they’d return. Normally, it would be for a cheap holiday they’d booked and not told you about, or because their drug-fuelled minds had considered it a brilliant idea to head off to somewhere unknown. Whatever it was, it always circled back eventually. And you’d be left alone yet again.

This time, it had meant that you’d barely been sleeping. So you’d decided to show up to school early and you found yourself sitting in the class before anybody else had even arrived.

When Valerio walks in, he stops in his tracks.

“The introvert, the woman of routine, breaking the cycle?” He gasps, sauntering over to you with all levels of confidence as he always managed to hold.

You must’ve looked an absolute state. Your hair was pulled into a bun, your eyes darkened by the purple circles that carried their weight, your clothes weren’t as neat as you tried to keep them and every part of you felt a little detached from your normal self.

Valerio strolls around your chair and flops down into the one next to you, “What caused the change, (Y/n)?”

When you don’t respond to him with a polite or sassy response, and he’s instead met with silence, he frowns and leans toward you in his chair.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, quiet and cautious like he was saying it with genuine care.

You run your hands over your hair to smooth it somewhat and look at him with the most forced smile you had the energy to give, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

With that, you go about all the parts of your normal routine. Pen out, books open, date in the top right hand corner. But there’s something about the shaky breath that you release and the way that your eyes seem just on the verge of pouring that makes Valerio struggle to ever take his eyes off of you. He’d never felt so serious in one of these classes. And it wasn’t an important topic or a test he should be trying to pass. It was because this girl beside him had a lot more than her passive exterior showed - and he couldn’t imagine just how much she’d had bottled up inside this whole time.

- - - - - -

The next morning, and the next and the next, you’re sat in that class before him again. There was something about being at school that made you not feel so alone so you’d been making the most of the hours you could spend here. Valerio expresses concern every morning by asking if you were okay and you even start to notice him steal glances in your direction every time you were in his class or you passed him at school.

This one morning, he comes in to find you practically half-asleep at the desk. You don’t pay attention to when he sits down and your books are already open but they’re empty and lifeless on the desk.

“No date this morning?” He nudges you, noticing how your appearance had changed day by day. Deteriorating little by little.

He’d even noticed how your lips seemed a little bit more chapped and your hands seemed drier and less youthful.

You flinch from your daze and try to shake it off, “Yeah, right. Um, what are we doing today?”

And it’s odd how much his heart drops at the question. This wasn’t you. This wasn’t the girl he’d grown so used to seeing every single morning in the same light. That light had dimmed. And he felt it within him that he couldn’t possibly let that light dim any more without at least an attempt at reigniting it again.

- - - - - -

When you come into school early the next morning, it startles you to turn on the light and not be alone in the class. Valerio sat at the desk with his feet up on the table and a proud smirk on his face.

“I beat you,” He comments, “Eventually.”

You wish you had the energy to respond with something witty, but it had been near enough ten days without your parents now - ten days of being alone in the flat without heating in the middle of winter, with the broken fridge and the oven that never heated up properly.

“Hey, we have a test coming up next week,” Valerio comments, “Do you mind helping me study?”

“A test?” You frown, having no recollection of anything being mentioned, “Yeah, yeah, I guess that’s okay.”

It pains him. You were clearly going through something that went beyond the realm of school drama. And yet you’d still agreed to help him with no real reason to accept his request. You could’ve easily said no. You had no obligation to help the boy who was yet to put in an ounce of effort to any day at this place. But he knew that no part of your good heart would have it in you to say no when he’d asked for help.

“Great,” He grins, “Shall we say your place tonight?”

“I-“ You stop yourself, “Could we not go somewhere else?”

“Lu will be at mine, school will be closed, and it’s too cold to go anywhere outside,” He explains, “I’ll meet you there for six.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“I have my ways.”

Those ways consisted of his actions this morning whilst he was waiting for you to make your early entrance to school. He’d broken into the filing cabinet of the school office until he found the file that belonged to you, not looking any further than at the address in the top right hand corner - he’d hope that your meeting with him tonight would tell him the rest of the information that the file couldn’t.

- - - -

At just past six, there’s a repeated buzzing to try to get into your flat and you let Valerio up cautiously. This all seemed very weird. Why had he bothered? He was Lu’s brother - if he needed help with studying why wouldn’t he go to her.

He comes into your flat, still dressed in his school uniform as he smiles widely at you, “So this is your humble abode.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m guessing you didn’t expect much from the scholarship student.”

“It’s nice,” He pokes his head around every corner, “It’s quaint. Are your parents out?”

You scoff before you can stop yourself, “You could say that.”

He looks at you like he had a million more questions to ask but you interject before he can continue. He sits down at one of the seats on your dining table.

“So, I haven’t really prepared much for studying, I figured we could just go through the content and then see which bits you struggle with the most-“

“(Y/n), are you okay?” He cuts in, showing more compassion in that one question than you’d heard from anyone for a long time.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “I told you I’m fine. Can we please just get on with studying?”

“It’s me, of course I didn’t come here to study,” He rolls his eyes, “You can talk to me, you know?”

“Why would I do that? So you can go and tell the rest of them that the new scholarship kid actually has a kind of shitty life at the minute?” Your anger bubbles and you’re not really sure what causes it, “I’m not one of you guys and I know that.”

“Is that really what you think of me? You think I’ve come here to humiliate you,” The look of realisation on his face makes you instantly beyond guilty.

“How could I not expect that?” You sigh, “You said it yourself on my first day.”

“Things have changed since then, (Y/n).”

“Have they? Because you’re nice to me every single morning for an hour, and then the rest of the day consists of you acting like I don’t exist - I see it Valerio, I’m not an idiot,” You shake your head, “Why would I assume that much has changed?”

“Because I care about you (Y/n),” He sits upright and you can tell he cares about what he’s about to say, “I see you every morning and it’s like I’ve seen you go through this whole change since the start of the year. You became more confident and you came out of your shell, and then it all seemed to drop recently. I made up the fact that we had a test and I went into school when it was still dark so I could find your address, and then I walked myself here just so I could come and see you outside of that stupid desk at the back of the class.”

You stay silent. That was true. You couldn’t take for granted the fact that Valerio had been nice to you recently, and conscious of how much you seemed to deteriorate. You watch as he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag.

“What’s this then? Valerio’s got feelings for the scholarship kid? I don’t think Lu will be impressed.”

You watch his lips curl into a smile and how his teeth flash bright against his dark curls, “I think she’d be surprised about me having feelings for anyone.”

And just like that, it’s probably the most genuine smile youve had in weeks.

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rvmmm21 · 4 years

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. you know who i am? part end .

*yawn* i can now sleep for a while. thanks guys! if you read this all the way through, can i get some pocky pls? i’m craving it right now.

part 1′s here.

part 2′s here.

[badgirl/bully!joohyun x freshman!seungwan]

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Seungwan, the poor fool, would never have guessed.

She thought she was in deep? Hah! Joohyun was yelling at her to stop wading in the kiddie pool and come join her in the deep end.

If only she’d been able to see past her own emotions to realise it was Joohyun who had started this whole mess by making them partners all those weeks ago.

~~~~~~~~~~

Seulgi, like any sane human being, disapproves greatly when Seungwan lays her options down on the table one morning.

“Mmph!” she grunts, shaking her head and hastily swallowing the last mouthful of sashimi before staring at her delusional friend, “no, absolutely freakin no way.”

“I-I mean it’s more like paraphrasing…” Seungwan offers, shrinking into herself when she sees the other girl grow more frustrated by the second.

“Stop it, Seungwan,” she interjects, massaging her temples to soothe the ache, “you literally told me you were planning to ‘lift quoted texts and mush them together’. I mean, come on, that’s plagiarism plain and simple. Stop trying to defend it.”

“B-but Seul, I don’t have a choice!”

“Really? Cheating? Hello, is Son Seungwan home? This isn’t you, Wan-ah, you sound crazy! And so is she! And that’s literally – ah wait, no that makes it perfect… aish forget I even said anything.”

Seungwan mirrors her concern. “I think she might have actually made me insane, Seul. I’ve never thought about cheating… ever!”

It’s true. Seungwan’s always been a tucked-in shirt, pulled up socks, neatly ironed uniform kind of girl. She currently feels like the biggest hypocrite. Seulgi’s scoff triggers her rambling again.

“I-I don’t know though, it’s like… it’s like the more we work together, the more I wanna be together! A-and not even like be together as in girlfriends or anything… just, I dunno, spend time with her. I wanna be around her constantly… and stuff. I think I might fail this semester cos I can’t stop thinking about her. But… I have to do better, cause if I fail, she fails. A-and I’ll never let that happen.”

Seungwan’s expression screams ‘whipped’, and it pleads for some sort of reassurance, but Seulgi’s fresh out of stock at the moment. She’s too shocked by what she’s just heard her twit of a roommate tell her. When she finally finds her tongue, it’s not to give her friend the reassurance she so desperately seeks, but to simply ask.

“But do you want to?”

Huh?! The girl screams in her head. Do I want to what? Plagiarise? Have a cup of tea? Tell Joohyun to stay ten feet away from me because whenever she’s near I just want to grab her by the face and kiss her silly?! Or perhaps I need to be demanding she pay my hospital bills because my heart is –

“Be her girlfriend.”

Oh, wow, blunt. But when you put it like that…

Slowly, Seungwan looks up at Seulgi; looking like she’d been caught with her hand in the metaphorical cookie jar; guilty as hell.

“… mm… can you repeat the question…?”

~~~~~~~~~~

The flip side of the coin isn’t looking so shiny, either.

Joohyun finds herself all caught up in thoughts of Son Seungwan; the girl she’s wanted since day one, but the girl who also managed to properly steal her unguarded heart while she was busy acting all aloof and in control. In control was something she definitely wasn’t, right now. And as much as she should be out, guns a blazing, to retrieve what’s been stolen from her, she can’t help but not want it back. Somehow, she feels as though it’s safer in Seungwan’s hands.

Clumsy, weak-hearted girls were certainly in fashion, and Joohyun is dead-set on getting hers.

“Yah!” Sooyoung swats at the hand that’s just stolen her one of her last Pocky sticks, “that was the longest one! I was saving that till last!”

Joohyun ignores her, thoughtfully nibbling on the chocolate coated biscuit as she contemplates her next move. She glances over at the other girl upside down on the bed, blocking random Instagram followers with her feet up against the wall and an open packet of crisps by her head.

“Jennie,” she deadpans, “do you think I should do it?”

The girl barely takes a second to look back at Joohyun before swiftly pinching the actual last Pocky out of Sooyoung’s grasp. They both pay no mind to the frustrated yelling from their flabbergasted friend as she storms off into the kitchen to throw away the empty box. She leaves them in peace.

“I dunno,” Jennie shrugs coolly, returning to her blocking spree, “but you better stop playing with your food. Didn’t your mum tell you it’s rude?”

Joohyun rolls her eyes. “Yah, I told you, I’m not playing. I don’t want anyone else thinking they have a chance with her.”

“So do it,” Sooyoung re-enters the room, already chomping on a fresh box of snacks, “stake your claim. Get her before those others do.”

Joohyun perks up, a glare frosting over her pretty face. “What others?”

Sooyoung smiles at Jennie, knowing their lovesick friend has fallen for it.

“Oh you know,” she cracks on, “those hordes of people I saw outside class once. They were all lining up to confess to your Seungwan, love letters and everything.”

Joohyun realises she could tackle Sooyoung right now, but she chooses not to. Instead she turns to face the girl who looks smug as ever with a mouthful of crisps.

“Ha ha, very funny,” she scoffs, “oh yeah, and I lied. I did drink your strawberry milk the other day.”

Sooyoung’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Hyun!! I knew it wasn’t Haetnimie!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan often found herself dreaming about it; as if she couldn’t decide whether it had really happened or not.

The first time Joohyun kissed her.

…

Joohyun scans the landscape for her study buddy today. Strategically situated in the furthest, quietest corner the bustling café has to offer, she takes impatient glances down at her phone set face up on the small, round table. Late, as usual, she thinks, rolling her eyes as she flicks her phone screen on and off for the sake of something to do.

Finally, her impatience is fizzled away by the tinkling of the small bell at the stop of the door, indicating a new patron.

Late and clumsy, more like, she corrects herself, a smile crawling up her face as she watches the harassed-looking girl spot her with an embarrassed wave and begin to make her way over, books cradled in arms and a tube of string cheese between her teeth. Joohyun can’t stop a giggle when Seungwan thinks she’s knocked someone’s latte off their table with her bag strap. She bows over and over, spluttering disjointed apologies only to find out the cup is still perfectly on the table and the people are now looking at her in pure amazement.

Oh god, another one for the books then, Seungwan sighs, turning her beet-red face away from them and slinking on.

Eventually, she’s settled down across Joohyun, who’s been waiting, she realises in horror as she checks the time, for 15 whole minutes.

“Sorry I’m late,” her breathless smile and tired eyes have Joohyun subconsciously softening at her sincerity, “I didn’t get much sleep last night, and oh–! Have you eaten, unnie?”

Seungwan digs into her school bag, and, with a happy little ‘ta-da!’, pulls out a nicely cling wrapped, homemade oatmeal cookie.

“I decided to bake, instead,” she cheerfully chirps, breaking off a portion of the baked treat and offering the bigger half to her raven haired senior, “I bake these a lot, you should try!”

Disappointment nudges Seungwan’s heart when Joohyun glares at her, suddenly aware of the sting in her bicep from still holding part of her cookie out in front of her. She tries not to let it show, but the disappointment quickly turns into something else when she sees that all too familiar smirk flower on Joohyun’s pretty lips.

“You should feed me.”

Seungwan shivers at the expectant stare she’s fixed with while the other girl remains composed as always. Annoying. Before she has time to respond, her knee collides with the underside of the table, loudly clinking the metal cutlery and causing a few heads to turn. It takes everything in her not to look down where she just knows Joohyun’s foot is ever so lightly grazing her pant leg.

Joohyun blinks innocently at Seungwan’s rapidly reddening face as she’s forced to apologise profusely yet again, this time for something she’s actually done.

“Unnie…” she croaks, trying to calm her racing heart.

“What?” Joohyun cocks her head. She promptly picks the cookie out of the girl’s fingers and takes a bite, “serves you right for keeping me waiting.”

Seungwan lets out a breathy groan and begins flipping the pages to where she’s bookmarked.

“Mm, this is really good, Seungwan.”

Cadbury eyes light up at the praise and Seungwan stops annotating to cap her highlighter.

“R-really? You like it? Oh that’s great news! I’ll make you some more! I can!”

Joohyun chuckles and nods. Seungwan’s puppy eagerness melts her more than she cares to admit. The way any sort of positive affirmation she throws her way has her excitedly tossing aside whatever she’s doing. Not that it matters anyway, Joohyun’s more than happy to take rightful precedence over stupid assignments and due dates.

“Good. Best I’ve eaten in a while.”

…

“So that’s what I’ve interpreted here. Going off what he’s written in this paragraph, I think he genuinely believes he’s right.”

It happens somewhere between ‘genuinely’ and ‘right’.

Smooth and secretive.

Like the hushed whisper over the din of a crowded room.

Fingers tug at her collar and a pair of lips press into hers from across the table. She’s caught completely unawares, and Joohyun’s lips are gone before she can even get used to them. She watches in shock as her senior sits back down, not even giving her a second look as she returns to annotating the next paragraph.

Seungwan can’t believe Joohyun’s ignorant to the fact that she’s just unfolded her origami heart like no one has before.

~~~~~~~~~~

The blaring of Jessie J’s ‘Price Tag’ piercing her peaceful Sunday morning has Seungwan flailing to grab her phone off the table top. She has to swipe three times after playing hot potato with the device before she finally manages to answer the call.

“Hello,” the screen is cold against her ear as she groggily answers.

“Oh hello? Seungwan? Did I wake you? I’ll call later – ”

Joohyun’s husky voice registers in her brain and she shoots up so fast into a sitting position she feels slightly light-headed.

“No no no!” she exclaims a little too enthusiastically, running a hand through the tangled mess on her head and palming swollen eyes, “I’m awake it’s fine. We can talk. Is… is everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay, don’t worry.”

Joohyun sounds like she’s smiling over the phone, but Seungwan doesn’t get her hopes up. The other girl continues. “Yeah, probably should’ve texted you earlier to tell you I was coming by your dorm, but I was picking something up at the shops anyway so I thought I’d drop by and try my luck.”

“Oh, I see,” Seungwan isn’t sure if she wants to ask if this is about what happened at their latest study session but her nerves dampen a little when Joohyun chips in.

“You left your pen at the café so I’m just returning it.”

Ah, okay, Seungwan thinks. She’s weirdly upset at the fact that Joohyun’s pretending nothing had happened between them. Perhaps she toys with people this way. Perhaps Seungwan’s just another notch in her string of empty loves. Irritation pinches into her chest at the prospect. Couldn’t miss high-and-mighty take into account her feelings for once? It’s not like she could just change Seungwan’s life like this and not expect to take an ounce of responsibility.

It’s absolutely unfair. She almost wants to scream into her phone, but Joohyun’s voice stops her before she can even open her mouth.

“… oh and. We need to talk.”

Okay, there it is. Commanding and concise; what Bae Joohyun does best. She doesn’t know if she should be jumping for joy or locating the nearest exit, but she nonetheless finds herself hastily shuffling to her wardrobe to throw on the first pair of trousers and hoodie she finds.

“Uh sure, unnie… give me ten minutes? I’ll be down. Did you want to meet at the shops?”

“No it’s okay. Just meet me downstairs, I’m waiting.”

And she hangs up.

…

With how fast Seungwan brushes her teeth and gets herself dressed, it should be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the quickest thing anyone’s ever done for love. There’s no time to fiddle around with contacts today so she rummages through her drawer for her only pair of chrome steel-rimmed glasses.

She brushes past Seulgi who’s sitting on the sofa having breakfast. The girl’s eyes suspiciously follow her harried friend as she rushes out the door, crinkling her nose at the distinct waft of perfume that lingers after she’s gone.

Seungwan spots Joohyun leaning over the railing outside her dorm. She pauses before pushing the huge glass doors open, shaking her head with a sigh. How does someone make mum jeans and a white t-shirt look Vogue-worthy?

Joohyun sports the faintest smile when she sees Seungwan jogging over to her; her pin-rolled sweatpants, fluffy Uniqlo hoodie and unruly bed hair making her look nothing short of adorable. Dumb little sleepyhead, Joohyun mumbles just out of earshot.

“I’m glad I woke you up bright and early,” she chuckles at the girl who’s bent over next to her, clutching the railing to catch her breath.

Joohyun gets a quick ruffle of soft, caramel hair before Seungwan straightens up. She holds the black ballpoint up to the other girl, who accepts it with a small thankful nod.

“Thanks, unnie,” Seungwan says, not really interested in the returned possession. She really wants to ‘talk’. “So uh, you wanted to… talk?”

“Ah, yes. Um…”

Joohyun blinks a couple times, seemingly at a loss for words. She seems not to know what to do with herself, darting her gaze here and there, lightly rapping her fingers against the cool metal bar. Her sudden awkwardness is more than justified, though. After all, confessing to the victim of her bullying has never been something to cross Joohyun’s mind. For once, she’s the one tripping over herself. For once, she’s the one caught completely off-guard.

Even the gentle morning breeze feels awkward. Seungwan starts to think that ‘shopping’ is looking more and more like a cover up for something else.

She inwardly beams at the way Joohyun currently embodies everything she’s felt this entire time. However, she decides if she is ever going stand up for what she believes in, it’s now. Taking a deep breath, she mentally thanks Seulgi for her advice on how to appear like less of an idiot in front of the person you’re deeply in love with.

“Unnie,” she begins, “I need you to tell me honestly. What are we?”

Joohyun opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. She’s still at a loss for how she could possibly convey what she wanted to in this moment. Goddamn, she curses, why can’t I just go back to bullying this little nerd? When did life screw me over like this?

She stays silent as Seungwan so confidently lays the cards out for her.

“Because I know how I feel… and…” her tone falters momentarily, her natural awkward self threatens to barge in again but she manages to shut the door on it.

“… and I… I like you.”

The confession is significantly quieter than anything she said before, but Joohyun hears it through a megaphone. Her eyebrows arch up and she turns to face the girl who’s had the courage to do what she’s wanted to do all along.

“Seungwan…”

She looks at the other girl who’s silent; waiting.

“I-I don’t know how to…”

“Then don’t.”

Her breath hitches when Seungwan’s fingers interruptedly caress her pink cheek. The shorter girl slowly leans in, and Joohyun gladly lets her take the lead.

Eyelashes flutter and the world stops altogether, when Seungwan presses her soft, pillowy lips to hers in a positively heart-attack inducing kiss. It’s tender, luscious and Joohyun can’t get enough. She takes in everything she feels; the tip of Seungwan’s nose gently poking her cheek, her fringe tickling just below her eyebrows and the hand now resting on the small of her back, drawing her in for more.

A shared cluster of fireworks go off behind both their eyelids.

Seungwan pulls away first, gracefully meeting the gaze she was once terrified of. Joohyun’s smiling now, and she doesn’t miss the way it reaches her eyes. It’s much easier to speak her feelings when she isn’t being shot at with death glares.

Yet she suddenly feels shy, withdrawing completely and scratching nervously at her arm. “Unnie… I was wondering if I could uh… you know…”

Of course Joohyun knows. The tables turn yet again when the elder girl finds herself a new assertiveness to wear after that kiss. Sweet lips curl into a knowing smirk, much like the one she usually exhibits. “Be my girlfriend?”

Fresh rose petals sprinkle over Seungwan’s cheeks as she meekly nods.

Joohyun laughs, grabbing the surprised girl by the wrist and melding their bodies together, hand cradling Seungwan’s nape.

“Silly freshman,” she says fondly, leaning in to playfully peck her on the nose. “You were always mine.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan flings her pen into space for the umpteenth time today when Joohyun leans over from her position on the bed and gives her a kiss. She should be used to it by now, but it’s just something about those mysterious eyes and the velvety voice that she can never quite acclimatise to. It’s something about that specific shade of maraschino cherries on Joohyun’s lips, and the fact they taste even sweeter when they’re pressed against hers. Everything’s too sudden, and it has her light-headed and reeling each and every goddamned time. Grumbling, the younger girl squirms around for a while before she sprawls out with the fattest heart eyes, muffled thuds from socked feet kicking a tantrum into Joohyun’s wooden floorboards.

“Ahhhh unnieeee,” she squeals, wriggling around like a deranged worm, “please stop distracting me, we have to get this done!”

Joohyun smiles at how she looks like a kindergartener who’s just had their lollipop taken away. You know the one, when they’re all grumpy but so cute to watch.

“Get it done then,” she says unhelpfully down at Seungwan’s red face, grinning at the exaggerated sigh she receives for it.

“You’re not helpinggg-ahhhhhh,” Seungwan rolls around helplessly, and Joohyun merely laughs at her partner turned human mop.

“It’s not my job to help, Wannie. I’m the bully, you get bullied. That’s the deal, so don’t you forget it.”

Pft, yeah sure. This time it’s Seungwan who can’t stop the budding laughter as she recalls the past few weeks with this girl.

It takes about five seconds for Seungwan to un-starfish herself and drag her upper half up into a sitting position again; her mouth may say stop, but those rosy cheeks, that sulky school-girl pout and messy hair absolutely begs for another.

“Only joking, freshman. I’ll help you. But only cause you’re cute. And you’ll owe me, big time,” she teases before darting her eyes to the corner behind the other girl.

Seungwan’s eyes light up at the offer. “Thank you, unnie. Let’s get star– ”

“Hey Wan, what’s that over there?”

“Huh?”

A teasing smirk and a fraction of a second later, Joohyun has Seungwan staring up at the ceiling after her spine does a 404 error, rendering her a boneless heap of lovesick gurgles and deserted thoughts.

And it was only a kiss!

“Unnieeee!!”

The never peaceful study session dissolves into a small insult battleground; playful, of course.

The fun might’ve just begun, but their open books and un-analysed literature stare up at them in disbelief; forgotten yet again.

Joohyun’s had enough of watching from the clouds and proceeds to get off the bed to join Seungwan on the floor. They tussle around for a while, before Joohyun’s hovering above her. She’s just staring down, something that happens so often but never fails to make Seungwan squirm in discomfort, all shy and self-conscious. Joohyun doesn’t care, though. She simply smiles; she can ignore all the playground insults hurled at her, the tiny fists half-heartedly pummelling at her arms in an attempt to get her to move off. Hell, she can even ignore Mr. Lee’s stern warnings about failing the class if she keeps turning up late, or Sooyoung’s hollow threats at tattooing ‘I’m a thief’ across her forehead when she’s asleep unless she stops eating her food when she’s not around.

There’s a lot Joohyun can ignore, and plenty more she’ll choose to in the future.

But she can never ignore the girl who clumsily left her taro tea fingerprints all over her heart.

#red velvet #wenrene #red velvet scenarios #irene #wendy #bully irene #university au #red velvet imagines #kpop scenarios #girl group scenarios

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anyway heres the thing for wolf and i am SO sorry if the readmore doesnt work oof this bitch long

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Name:

Wolf-16

Age:

Mentally twelve, but roughly Dark Age old.

Race:

Exo

Call signs/alias:

Wolf. One syllable, easy.

Pronouns:

He / Him

Class:

Hunter

Preferred subclass(es):

Gunslinger, but he’s handy with Void and Stasis. Never got the hang of Arc.

Ghost's name:

Serenity, but she reluctantly answers to Red sometimes.

Their Vanguard:

He came late to the party and properly joined the Guardian ranks sometime after Tallulah died, but he was closest to Cayde-6, rip.

Fireteam name:

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo (former) Maelstrom (former) Exodus (current)

Fireteam teammates:

In Foxtrot: Liz Cabrera, King-3, Armani-7 In Maelstrom: Amelia-9, Atticus Maav In Exodus: Puck-13, Aera-9, Emmanuel-7

Favorite legendary weapon:

Dire Promise IKELOS SMG Seventh Seraph SAW

Favorite exotic weapon:

Ace of Spades Riskrunner The Lament

Favorite exotic armor:

Sealed Ahamkara Grasps The Sixth Coyote St0mp-335

Are they offense, defense, or support:

Generally offense, he’s blindingly fast and is a crackshot with any weapon you put in his hands.

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range:

He prefers mid to long, but ends up getting in close more often than he’d like. The agility kind of nerfs his ability to take a lot of damage all at once, so he goes airborne the second he gets surrounded.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive":

A bit of both! He’ll pull a surprise attack and jump in to get his hands dirty if he has to, which makes him a pretty good distraction if there’s a lot of enemies looking for a bullet sponge, but he prefers a little bit of distance if he can get it.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible:

Getting him into strikes takes a lot of perseverance, honestly. He’ll do them if Zavala can actually hold him down long enough. Hunters are elusive as hell anymore, and the amount of times he’s been back to the Tower or even within the City’s walls since the Red War can be counted on one hand.

Crucible is also kind of a gamble. Serenity doesn’t like him doing it because he gets ruthlessly competitive and tends to favor Stasis which gets... ahhh, intense...

He fucks super hard with Gambit, tho. If he’s anywhere near the City, he’s probably playing Gambit because the Drifter won’t give him the good stuff until he does.

Who was their mentor:

If anyone was, it was probably Serenity and only insofar as teaching him how to be fucking normal. It hasn’t worked very well.

Who are they mentoring:

He went through a brief stint where he mentored Atticus. He couldn’t teach him any Warlock things, of course, but other stuff like no-scoping an Acolyte or picking locks? Absolutely.

What ship do they have:

After Forsaken, all of Cayde’s stuff was pretty much left alone, but Wolf asked the Vanguard if he could take the Queen of Hearts and they let him.

What is their Sparrow:

Blood in the Water

Favorite Ghost shell:

Serenity picks her own shells. When they met, she pretty much had the Rust Punk shell after the one she was created with got messed up pretty badly. The new one didn’t stand up very well against the elements.

Wolf keeps a handful of them in the ship so that she can go between them and her favorites are Wisteria Orbit and In Fine Omnium, but she goes back to her old one occasionally if she doesn’t want to get the others dirty.

Favorite color:

Red, but sometimes purple.

Favorite food:

Any kind of spicy ramen and shawarma.

Least favorite food:

He doesn’t like anything with a bitter taste and there are a lot of veggie-based things he just genuinely cannot stand the thought of.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music:

He discovered classic rock and hasn’t looked back once.

Favorite place in The Last City:

Before the Red War when he spent more time in the city itself, his apartment. It was small and pretty cozy and also loaded with his hauls from various jobs. He’d sit in the window and play video games on his off days and just chill with Serenity for hours.

There was also a bar he’d frequent with his old fireteam (and sneakretly sometimes with Cayde) where they pretty much knew everyone who worked there by name. It’s the one place he never got kicked out of for causing a ruckus.

Favorite NPC(s):

Cayde and Wolf hung out a lot when either one of them had the time. These days, if he’s anywhere near the Tower, it’s only to see Amanda or Banshee.

He also likes to kick it with Devrim, Variks, and Failsafe. Osiris finds him frustrating at best, but he and Crow are kind of a package deal at this point.

Least favorite NPC(s):

He finds Rahool kind of dry and nerdy and has nothing but bad things to say about Hideo.

Favorite patrol location:

The EDZ. It’s more or less his home now and he knows every square inch of it by heart.

Least favorite patrol location:

Anywhere on Europa or the Moon. Europa he’ll at least go to without being dragged, if only just to say hi to Variks or Elsie and check up on how things are going, but after the Lunar Incident he won’t step foot on the Moon unless Eris requests him specifically.

5 things your Guardian likes:

Glimmer, babeyyyy!! Also food, bad jokes, going real fast, and springtime.

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything):

Handling trauma in a healthy way like normal person, having to be responsible for people, being told what to do, big open spaces, and waiting.

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like:

Wolf can and will sleep just about anywhere and in pretty much any position. His old apartment in the City was destroyed during the war, and he just never went back, so now he knocks out in whatever place has enough cover or is out of the way enough he won’t be found.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?:

Lots. He usually goes for a more urban style, so lots of huge hoodies, joggers, chunky sneakers, snapbacks, that kind of thing. He generally only wears armor when he’s actively working.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have:

Outside of Guardian stuff, he’s picked up a handful of skills over the years. He can rap and sing and figured out how to autotune his voice/mimic others, he’s pretty good at woodcarving and making little things out of scrap metal, and even if his designs are intentionally tacky he’s good at custom paint jobs for jumpships and Sparrows.

As for hobbies, that mostly consists of exploring. He’s got a lot of patrol areas memorized, and does a lot of urbex in places that aren’t very thoroughly mapped because he likes finding pre-Collapse artifacts and seeing places not very many others have. Mostly for selling.

He also does a lot of gambling, but whether or not he’s any good at it is arguable.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called:

Sixteen Wolves

Where was your Guardian reborn?:

Somewhere in the humid and shitty swamp that used to be Houston, Texas. It was tough going for a while, but they eventually traveled all the way to what would eventually be the City.

What were they wearing when they were reborn:

Rapidly disintegrating work gear from, presumably, some kind of security job.

What was their reaction to being reborn:

Confusion and alarm, but he warmed up to Serenity pretty quickly, so it wasn’t too bad after the initial shock.

What was their reaction to their first rez:

Very surprised until Serenity explained what had just happened. After that, all bets were off.

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles:

Like many, the first sentient form of life he met was hostile, but it wasn’t aliens. His first run-in with other people was a group of survivors who had a lot of mistrust regarding the Risen and he didn’t want to fight them, so he took off.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?:

He definitely doesn’t remember, but it probably wasn’t a pleasant encounter.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found:

Exos get the luxury of at least knowing their name, but Wolf found his etched into a corner of his chest plate in cool letters. He didn’t remember anything from his past life beyond random glimpses if he dug hard enough, and nowadays those glimpses are pretty rare and extremely vague. There’s never any memory fragment that’s enough to really grab onto, so he tends not to bother with it.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life mementos):

Exo thing! He doesn’t remember if it was just some kind of moniker or part of his actual original human name, but Wolf sounds cool so he’s not worried about it.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some quotes or passages from their book:

The Hunter dove for the ball and caught it, whipped it back across to his companion with a well-practiced flick of his wrist and tumbled. The Warlock caught it a bit more gracefully and without getting dirt on his clothes.

“Do you ever think about home?”

“What do you mean?”

The Warlock shrugged, tossing the ball back and forth between his palms. “Home. You know. Where you’re from. Your people, I mean. I think about the Dreaming City a lot. I don’t remember how it used to be, but... I like to think maybe I had family there once. Someone to miss me when I was gone. Dreadful to think of how it’s been destroyed...”

“Hm.” Wolf considered the question, then it was his turn to shrug. “Dunno. Guess we don’t really have one.”

“You must have something, Wolf. Exos had to come from somewhere. Everyone has a home.”

“Y’all might have a home. All we got’s a graveyard.”

Does your Guardian have a significant other:

He’s had a handful over the years. He’s still friends with Liz, not that anyone can tell because all they do is fuck with each other and cause trouble when they’re together. He and Amelia were a thing briefly but that one had to be called off to preserve their friendship because, even though they’ve known each other for decades and get along surprisingly well, they are very, very different people.

The last one was Cayde, and that didn’t end well for anyone. Cringe culture is dead, don’t @ me.

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to:

That was kinda the name of the game back then. The City was just a dinky little encampment and Wolf was on a completely different continent, so by the time he actually got there it was a dinky little town with not much to explore. He ended up breezing through a few times before anyone even really realized he was a Risen. The section of the wall he helped build is actually still there.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City:

A little bit surprised, honestly. He already knew there were a lot of little camps and small towns scattered around, but he hadn’t expected to find any that were that organized and so full of lightbearers and mortals, just working side by side.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan:

Yes! He’s part of the Exodus Family.

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share):

Not much that I’m personally aware of, just cus my friends and I haven’t talked about it at length, but basically everyone is an Exo and having a fairytale/biblical theme is pretty common. Like. Puck is an obvious one. Wolf and Serenity are a little bit Little Red Riding Hood themed, only insomuch as Serenity having an affinity for red shells and Wolf thinking he’s all big and bad and tough.

(He’s not, he’s a baby.)

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be:

I have a couple of these actually, all inspired by some really good quotes I’ve seen.

Wolf Moon’s Chase (Exotic) “Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.” A hand cannon with a wolf head grip and the Howlin’ Wolves perk; Successive precision kills gradually reload the clip and boost Super energy regen even if stowed. Missed shots have a chance to track enemies and explode.

Last Man Standing (Exotic) ”I was always taught that if you shoot for the Moon and miss, the vacuum of space will suck out your eyeballs. Failure is not an option. Go kill ‘em.” Chest armor with the Knock ‘Em Dead perk: Low health massively boosts damage, resilience, and mobility for a short amount of time.

Bad Blood (Legendary) ”The strength of the pack is the Wolf. The strength of the Wolf is the pack.” A Hunter’s cloak with the Vermilion Stripe down one side and a moon shattered into three pieces on the back.

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians, Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rogue Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords tell us about it!:

Wolf’s been around a while and he’s seen a lot of things, so let’s dig into this one.

He’s not as well known in the City except by name unless he’s wearing his wolf mask, but he drops in at the Farm pretty often and he’s on good terms with everyone there. He does a lot of supply runs for them and will stick around if they’re shorthanded to help with upkeep or defense if there’s a lot of hostile activity in the area. In general, he doesn’t interact a whole lot with mortals unless they’ve been out on the front lines like Devrim or Suraya. There’s way too much cultural and social disconnect there and he doesn’t have the patience or really even the language to try and explain to them that he, even as a Guardian and Old Light, is just as human as they are and while he may be immortal and have crazy cosmic superpowers given to him by a mysterious and sentient white spheroid, dying hurts and the trauma every Guardian walks around with just is not worth it.

Where Eliksni are concerned, he tends not to initiate fights with them. If they shoot first, all bets are off, but for the most part he has a lot of respect for what they’ve been through and can relate to feeling lost and completely adrift with no identity. He helps rebels on Europa either fight back against Salvation or escape to Earth to join the House of Light. He’s made a lot of friends that way.

Cabal he has a lot of respect for as well, for similar reasons. They lost their home to the Hive and are trying to survive in the best way they know how, even if he doesn’t agree with their politics. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen with Caiatl, but he’s trying to maintain hope that her empire and humanity will eventually reach an understanding. They’d be unstoppable as allies.

He doesn’t fuck with the Vex. Even before things came to light on Europa, even being near them made his brain itch and one of his biggest fears is being infected with some kind of Vex virus that’ll turn him into one of them and spread to other Exos or Ghosts, almost to the point he’d prefer to avoid them altogether.

He is terrified of the Hive. I’ve mentioned the Lunar Incident before, and the trauma of it caused such an intense meltdown that it forced a reset. Unless Eris Morn specifically asks him personally to go to the Moon for any reason, he doesn’t go anywhere near it. He can deal with them in other places like the Reef or on Earth, but the combination of Moon + Hive just scares him to death.

Taken and Scorn both are kind of a wobbly thing for him. He feels bad for what happened to them, but knowing that it can’t be reversed and that just killing them is a mercy makes it easier to deal with them. With Taken and anything relating to them, the spatial distortion they cause kind of overwhelms his processes if he’s dealing with it for too long and can make him feel a little sick, but that usually subsides once he’s gotten some distance. (Scorn are just... Oof. On the one hand, he kind of feels like they’re not too dissimilar to lightbearers just in that they were brought back from the dead and now won’t stay dead, but he always wonders if they’re suffering or if they even know where they are or what they’re doing. It’s just incredibly sad to see them like that, and the same goes for the Wrathborn.)

Rogue lightbearers? He kind of is one. He didn’t join the Vanguard until long after the City was established and before that he was just kind of doing his own thing being a thieving little shithead. It was Amelia who encouraged him to do it, and he’s shaped up a lot since then and become a lot more sympathetic toward other people. He still has that wild edge and always plays it fast and loose with the rules, more so than even most other Hunters, so he’s always butting heads with Zavala about that. In general, he doesn’t think much of them unless they’ve genuinely gone bad and are actively out there hunting and hurting other people.

Warlords/Iron Lords, uhhh. He was friends with a Warlord back in their day, but he didn’t pay them much mind outside of that. As far as he was concerned, if they stayed out of his way and he stayed out of theirs, everything was fine because other people’s problems weren’t his problem and he had no intention of getting tangled up with all that shit when he had a free pass to do all the petty crimes he wanted. He’s always thought the Iron Lords were stuffy and holier-than-thou, but he does kind of respect what they did back then and he might rip on Lord Saladin, but he understands his perspective on things. That kind of survival instinct and total victory or death philosophy, like... ya know. Wolf grew up in different times, too, and back then it was genuinely kill or be killed and you couldn’t trust anyone not to stab you in the back over scraps. He gets it. He may not always agree, but he gets it.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards):

Definitely. It didn’t start with Crow and Spider of course, but they’re a pretty good example. As a Hunter, he is connected. He knows a guy for everything you can think of and most of that knowledge is very under the table kind of shit. If the gains are good, he’ll partner up with just about anyone and his only hard limit is probably wholesale murder and not necessarily even because he isn’t comfortable with it. It’s a lot of mess, and a lot of potential to get his ass into really deep trouble he’d rather avoid.

He’s got a lot of Eliksni and Cabal buddies out in the system, most of whom he met in some makeshift prison or while trapped somewhere. More than once it’s been a situation of kidnapping where he just accidentally became friends with his captors.

One of his best friends for years was an Eliksni vandal out on the Tangled Shore, so he has absolutely no issue with having unconventional allies.

(Plus, like. With the system in total fucking chaos, you’re gonna need all the friends you can get. He’s dumb but he’s not stupid.)

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis:

Wolf has mixed feelings about Stasis. With Exos being pretty much literally born of Darkness, he has a natural affinity for it but being such a sensitive dude makes it very easy for the Darkness to manipulate him through. Any time he uses Stasis, he gets weird and a little bloodthirsty, so he tries to only use it when nothing else is working. He’s got a lot of willpower, but you can only hold out for so long when someone’s promising you salvation, peace, and power after the sort of life an Old Light has to deal with. Fear and trauma are very easy to appeal to when everything is looking increasingly more bleak all around you.

As far as other people using it, he’s still very “not my circus, not my clowns” about it. The only time he’d take issue is if someone was using it like legitimately trying to RTL someone he cares about.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven:

I’ve only done parts of it myself, but if he has met Riven he definitely almost short-circuited. I think anyone would if they met a supposedly extinct magic space dragon for the first time.

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni:

It was harrowing to say the least. Everything on Europa has been a nightmare, just from his own standpoint as an Exo. He goes through phases where he thinks that being one is the greatest thing ever because you’re faster, stronger, and tougher than anyone else, but at the same time, like. Look at what they have to deal with.

And all the secrets that came out as we learned more about Exoscience and Clovis Bray? Yikes, dude. Any time he’s not feeling cheeky or neutral about it, he just feels this weird sense of shame and guilt. Why would anyone want to be an Exo? Why would anyone willingly hand over their peace of mind and their security in their own identity like that? Most Exos don’t know who they were before, some don’t even know who they are now, and all because they got too close to the truth or their fundamentally unsustainable existence backfired again and they had to completely erase everything and start over.

Seeing Atraks was like watching a car crash knowing you wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. All these people seeking that out, wanting to make themselves or their allies into Exos just to be top notch unstoppable war machines when they don’t even slightly understand what it’s really like to live inside a completely foreign body is something he just can’t wrap his head around. He tries not to think about it too hard.

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again:

He has his own beef with Taniks, but like. If he kept being killed and revived in shittier and shittier conditions, he’d probably be really pissed off too.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War:

The Red War kind of spelled the end of him transiently living in the City proper. His apartment was in one of the residential areas that got leveled, and he just never went back once the dust settled.

He did what he could to help, but his main concern was just keeping Serenity safe. He’d never admit it out loud in mixed company but if it came to having to choose between her and a handful of mortals, he’d choose her every time. She’s been the one constant in his life since he was revived and he couldn’t imagine having to try and carry on without her.

It really brought home just how much abuse he could take before his body would quit on him, and he almost didn’t make it through the whole thing. He’s way too reckless now to survive long without his Ghost, but it brought them a whole lot closer together.

For the most part, he teamed up with other Hunters to scout for safe exits and round up survivors, and when the Vanguard left to take care of business he stayed to help keep his lil classmates on task. After that he stayed at the Farm for a while dealing with the whole self-repair and maintenance deal, and he spent a whole lot more time out in the field when it was over.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them >>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled:

Wolf likes Osiris. Anyone who’s reckless, stubborn, uncouth, and a little bit feral is always going to be someone that Wolf likes and wants to be friends with. They get along for the most part, but because focusing doesn’t even make the list of Wolf’s strong points, Osiris can get exasperated with him pretty quickly when they’re going over some kind of batshit strategy and Wolf is over there in his corner texting. Osiris has no idea how he’s survived this long and has definitely said as much to his face. Wolf isn’t so sure either.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm:

He’s a bit intimidated by her. She was kind of the catalyst for one of the most traumatizing events of his life, so being around her now still makes him feel a little bit weird and very nervous. Despite that, he still respects and trusts her immensely and will always come if she needs him.

They’ve taken time since All That Mess to talk to each other and she’s incredibly remorseful over what happened, but Wolf doesn’t blame her for any of it.

She has a very unique perspective on the Darkness and the Hive what all of this shit means, and he generally will trust her word over someone else’s when the topic comes up. She’s got a lot of wisdom in that crazy head of hers and they have a bit of a shared experience when it comes to being trapped in a Hive nest.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard:

Lemme roll out the simp wagon for this one, ahem.

Wolf adored Cayde. Before The Dare, he joined in on Cayde’s little crew every so often for jobs and over time they got to know each other about as well as anyone can know Cayde or Wolf, and Wolf ended up falling for him pretty hard between all the snarky banter and watching him in action. They did some casual messing around and I’m sure anyone with eyes could see how bad he had it, but he never got the gumption to really confess and never tried to actually pursue anything beyond casual fun.

Cayde’s death absolutely destroyed his entire world. He’s seen plenty of death and his fair share of RTLs, but none have hit him as hard as that one. He spent a little while just immobilized by grief until it morphed into anger because, honestly, I don’t think any Guardian handles loss very well, and he decided after the memorial service to hunt down Uldren regardless of the cost.

The whole thing caused a bit of a rift between himself and his old fireteam and the Spider got a few good laughs out of calling him ‘Killer’. He doesn’t remember a lot of it now due to his reset around Shadowkeep, but he still gets flashes, and he definitely still blames himself. If he could have gotten there just a few minutes sooner, he knows Cayde and Sundance could have survived.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard:

Mad respect for Ikora Rey, especially when she low key high key supported his revenge mission. She has a unique way of being shady about things that Wolf really likes, and they don’t have much in common but he’s enjoyed working with her any time he’s gotten the chance.

When he has things to report on that he knows Zavala won’t like, Wolf goes to her first since she knows best how to soften the blow, and when he has the forethought to even bother, he runs strategies by her to get input. She’s the best Crucible player in history and he kind of sees her as a Warlock that thinks like a Hunter in a lot of ways. In the absence of Cayde, she’s the Vanguard he answers to the quickest.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard:

Wolf and Zavala have a tense relationship. They don’t agree on most things and any time you put them in the same room together it inevitably devolves into some kind of argument about the best course of action to take on anything. Wolf’s story has him kind of lined up to be promoted to Vanguard because of experience and technicalities on the Dare, and while it’s not entirely up to Zavala, he does have a lot of sway as the Vanguard Commander. Wolf could not be less interested in the seat if someone was holding a gun to his Ghost.

He’s intentionally unprofessional as hell any time he has to work with Zavala directly and tends to go out of his way to use very unconventional methods that he know Big Blue won’t approve of, because he’s a child. Being petty is the spice of life, and Wolf is still mad that Zavala forbid him from going after Uldren. That he does remember.

With all of that said though! He does respect Zavala. You wouldn’t know it, but he truly does. The guy has the weight of the entire Sol System on his shoulders and never once has he complained.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard:

Wolf is very fond of Saint and Saint is probably one of the few people left who has a way of getting Wolf to slow down and just take it easy for a while. Before Wolf dipped out for good, he’d sometimes just track the guy down to spend time with him and listen to his various wisdoms.

These days, he still calls him up sometimes to shoot the shit and check in on things and he always asks Saint to tell the pigeons and the Colonel that he said hi.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords:

Wolf clowns on Saladin a lot but he does understand his point of view when it comes to survival. I’ve mentioned it before, but Wolf “grew up” in the same time period and gets where the intensity and giving no quarter comes from, because back then it really was a life or death decision with way more immediate consequences. Table politics are kind of lost to him and the turning tide between humanity versus the Eliksni or the Cabal is calling for a more open and foreward-thinking willingness to take that risk in allying with them against a common enemy. Wolf’s a quicker learner though, and spending as much time as he has with both has taught him that, in a lot of ways, they’re just like us. They had their homes taken and destroyed, they’ve lost loved ones in droves, and they’re struggling to hang onto a thread in the only way they know how.

Wolf hopes that Lord Saladin will come around and let go of his dated worldviews, because the old ways aren’t what’s going to win wars anymore. Things are far, far bigger than us versus them now and Wolf has a feeling that humanity is gonna need more resolute leaders like Saladin to survive what’s coming.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone:

Don’t leave Shaxx and Wolf alone together unless you want complete and utter chaos to unfold. Any time they get together, they get rowdy, and no piece of furniture is safe from having one of them suplexed or dropkicked into it. Shaxx is kind of like a cool uncle to Wolf and they have been known to test new weapons on each other.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider:

Whoof. When Wolf first met Crow, he was absolutely gobsmacked. Of all the things running through his head, the biggest question he had was why. He almost shot Crow on sight, but he hesitated for some reason. It took a long time for Wolf to warm up to him and in that time he was uncharacteristically quiet and a little cold. Serenity managed to get him to keep his stupid mouth shut, and he’s glad he listened for once.

I think just spending all that time with him hunting Wrathborn, just being a team and really going through it together, was what brought Wolf closer to him. Learning about what Crow was dealing with in his personal life, everything he was going through just as a consequence of existing. Wolf opened up over time himself and once he worked through that big C6 obstacle, he found himself really endeared to both Crow and Glint.

These days, Wolf would probably consider Crow one of his best friends. He’s taught the kid a lot of old Hunter tricks and they hang out a lot, to Glint and Serenity’s immense relief. Crow is like the little brother he never had.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider:

He may or may not have low key threatened Spider before he left the Tangled Shore with Crow. From day one, even as someone who is by default insufferably cheeky, the amount of disrespect. Ooh, bitch.

Spider calling him Killer (especially around Crow) got under his skin so fast, you would not even believe, and it was all Wolf could do not to leap across the room and strangle him to death any time they had to do deals.

As far as Wolf is concerned, if he never sees the Spider again, it’ll be too soon.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows:

Khhhh, hoo boy. The hate. The Frothing Hatred he had for this little man. Wolf had never in his life wanted someone dead as badly as he wanted Uldren Sov dead.

Being friends with Crow and his 16th reset has softened that a lot, and he’s learned a few things about Uldren that have made other things make a lot more since sense then, but. Yeesh.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves:

Very mixed. He never dealt with her directly, but Wolf has a natural aversion to any form of leadership just by nature. That she cornered the House of Wolves into subservience doesn’t help, but on the other hand, if she hadn’t been at war with them, things would have turned out a lot different for humanity at Twilight Gap.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement:

Speaking of shifty motherfuckers.

Wolf definitely likes Variks and his reset between Shadowkeep and now has conveniently erased the memory of knowing Variks had a hand in Cayde’s death.

He does what he can on Europa to help Variks get Salvation rebels to safety if they just want to get the fuck up out of there and is happy to do knife tricks for him when he asks. Variks has made a lot of questionable decisions, but it’s all been done for what he believes is the good of his people, and Wolf can respect that.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light:

Hasn’t met him, but he’s heard... a lot. With Mithrax being the Kell of the House of Light, Wolf is hopeful it’ll be a good step in the right direction toward uniting humanity and Eliksni. He’s pretty sure they’re both doomed if they can’t at least fight alongside each other temporarily.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray:

Wolf is incurably nosy, so he finds Elsie pretty frustrating. She’s full of secrets and never hangs around long enough to explain what the hell she’s talking about or what her end goal is, but she’s been invaluable on Europa. Once she finally opened up a little bit and started actually telling him important things, he found her a whole lot easier to get along with and it helped to have her around when he was discovering a lot of things on his own about where Exos came from.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness:

He... gets where she was coming from, in a way. She was angry and desperate and that kind of thing is easy for the Darkness to take advantage of. He can’t rightly blame her for grabbing onto anything she thought might save her people, even though it’s ended in yet more trauma for them.

Eramis isn’t someone he’d go out of his way to try to be friends with if she was ever freed from Stasis, but he would hope she’d more or less see the Light and realize that her methods needed some serious rethinking.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire:

Wolf has a lot of respect for Caiatl. She watched her home burn down around her and has used that pain to fuel a cause he thinks is pretty noble. Humanity has been at war with the Cabal for a long time now, and both sides have suffered incredible losses because of it. He thinks that trying to mend that and join forces is a good idea, but for once he’s kind of with Zavala on something: They shouldn’t have to swear fealty or subservience to a foreign empire to have their support against a threat that’s coming for both.

He’s holding out hope that if they show their strength against her greatest warriors, she’ll understand that Guardians and humanity as a whole are more beneficial as equals, not cannon fodder. It only takes one Guardian to decimate an entire Cabal squad, after all.

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it:

He’s... handling it. It’s been getting harder in recent years to just not think about things which has been his entire motto since he was first revived. More and more he’s having to confront head-on the things that scare him the most, and there’s only so much running away you can do before you run straight into a corner and have to choose between extinction and fighting until you draw your last breath.

Wolf isn’t a pacifist by any means, but it’s just one of those things where he’s starting to realize his way of living just isn’t sustainable with the system in such chaos. The Hive used to be just another threat he had to deal with every so often, but now they’ve become the Big Bad that are outpacing even the Vex in terms of imminent destruction of several species all at once. His biggest hope right now is that humanity, Eliksni, and Cabal can all set their differences aside, at least long enough to try and put up a defense against the Hive and the Darkness. If they can’t, then... well, they won’t have to worry about it for very long, at least.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights:

Be good. Be understanding. Tell the people you love that you love them every single chance you get, because you never know what could happen out there. Don’t treat everyone as your enemy, because you may find friends in strange places, and how you treat someone may be the difference between waking up dead and surviving to see morning, but most importantly; Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.

#w16 #i need a meta tag for all this stuff oogh #meta

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these are ties that bind (1/8)

you can also find this story on ao3!

fandom: criminal minds

rating: g

(chapter) word count: 1,976

summary: emily and hotch must pretend to be in a long-term relationship in order to foster carrie. shenanigans and serious conversations alike ensue.

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one.

Emily Prentiss stood in front of the hotel door, hand raised, wondering if she was making the biggest mistake of her life. All her self-preservation instincts, built up from a lifetime of looking over her shoulder, told her it would be better for all parties if she just walked away. But a small voice in the back of her head disagreed. There is someone who needs you, it said. Someone who you are not too late to save. That voice had gotten her into this situation, and it was determined to see it through.

She knocked once, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent hallway. When Hotch opened the door, he looked as if he rather expected to see someone else. It was late, but Reid and Morgan were still off flirting with women at a club somewhere. Or, probably more likely, Morgan was flirting while Reid sat alone at the bar. Emily found she could never begrudge either of them the comfort of a post-case routine, no matter how strange.

Hotch was wearing his pajamas, which consisted of plain grey sweatpants and a well-worn GW Law shirt. His outfit had the unsettling effect of reminding Emily that she and him were, in fact, almost the same age. He often seemed much more world-weary than his thirty-some years suggested, although she supposed it was her who had actually seen more of the world. He was holding a book in one hand and seemed poised to lecture Reid for forgetting his keycard again. Upon seeing Emily, the expression on his face slid from irritation into confusion.

“Prentiss?” he asked. The “what do you want?” went unsaid.

“Sir, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to you about something.” Hotch opened the door wider and motioned her inside. He sat down on one of the beds while Emily leaned uncomfortably on the desk and surveyed the room. What she assumed was Hotch’s side of the room was nothing short of meticulous, although Spencer, to his credit, had managed to keep his chaos contained to a two by four area at the foot of his bed.

Acutely aware of the importance of her next few sentences, she began. “Carrie Ortiz, the girl from the case, has an aunt and uncle in Phoenix, but they’re not able to care for her. She doesn’t have anyone else and especially after seeing what the foster system can do to kids, I don’t know if…” No, this wasn’t the way to do it. She was dancing around her point and both she and Hotch knew it. Time to regroup.

“Carrie came to me and asked if I would be willing to take her in for the time being.” Emily’s knee-jerk reaction had been no, but remembering what JJ told her earlier had given her pause. She had never been one of those children who dream of becoming a parent, not until it was no longer a dream. In the ensuing fallout, she became even more convinced that parenting was not for her. But Carrie wasn’t a helpless child. She was a young woman who had experienced a traumatic event and was voluntarily asking Emily to become her guardian. And so Emily found herself unable to say no.

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her that I would have to think about it but that I didn’t have the power to make that decision myself.” It was the truth. Emily knew that Hotch didn’t tolerate lying, especially not to victims. To give false hope to someone whose family had just been ripped away would be unspeakably cruel.

“Prentiss, with all due respect, I’m not sure why we’re having this conversation. I know you don’t need to be reminded of the dangers of our job, but I firmly believe that you will make the right decision.” Truthfully, it had taken Emily several hours to fully process Carrie’s request and several more before she could think rationally enough to decide. But she had made up her mind. If only that made it a reality.

Emily took a deep breath. For all the courage it had taken to get this far, the hardest part had yet to come. “I talked to Carrie’s social worker and she said that in the absence of family, they usually try to place in-area, but that given Carrie’s explicit request, she might be able to make an exception. However…” She trailed off. Maybe this was a mistake. It wasn’t too late to back out.

“However?” Hotch prompted. His tone was steady, and Emily forced herself to make eye contact. His face had smoothed itself into a neutral expression, which Emily took as a positive sign as she gathered her resolve.

“They don’t place children with single parents. No exceptions.” And definitely not gay couples, she mentally amended.

“I see,” he said. His face wrinkled in a way that told Emily he hadn’t quite figured out where she was going. “That’s a pity. Although, that still doesn’t solve the mystery of why you’re in my hotel room. I may be your boss, but even I don’t have sway over the foster care system of Denver.”

“Well… I sort of told Carrie’s caseworker that I would have to consult my husband.” She had run out of the room immediately after, wondering what on earth had just possessed her. She was a lesbian, for God's sake! There was no husband in her future. What scared her even more was realizing that she didn’t regret it. She wanted this for Carrie (and for herself, if she was being honest) and she was willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant hatching a hare-brained scheme like the one she currently found herself ensnared in.

Hotch raised his eyebrows at her. She suspected the pieces were starting to come together for him. “And you’re here to ask me to marry you?”

He was chuckling now, almost in disbelief. Although she half-expected to become defensive, Emily instead found herself wanting to crack a grin at the pure absurdity of the situation.

“Well, given my lack of a personal life, it was one of our coworkers or a random man on the street.” The last time she had been on a date was months ago. Liv had been nice, but Emily could tell she wanted more than a casual relationship. So that particular alley was a bust, notwithstanding the fact that her gender preference would disqualify any actual partner.

“Why me?” Hotch asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. His tone turned serious again. “I don’t exactly have the best track record with parenthood.”

His gaze was fixed at a blank spot on the wall above her head, and Emily imagined he was mentally scrolling through his worst hits as a constantly-working husband and father.

“Hotch, you’re the only man on this team with any parenting expertise.” Upon giving the decision some thought, Emily had realized that not only was Hotch the best choice, he was the only choice. She voiced her thought process to reassure him. “Morgan is the perpetual bachelor, Reid would eat cereal for every meal if we let him, and Rossi is old enough to be my father.”

“While I’m certainly flattered to have been picked by process of elimination, that doesn’t make this a good idea.” He was right. In fact, it was a bad idea for more reasons than Emily could count, chiefly that she and Hotch had only recently reached any sort of lasting truce; any person who wasn’t convinced of the validity of their relationship could turn them in and ruin the whole scheme.

“Sir, I recognize the ridiculousness of the situation, and if you say no I will never mention this conversation again, but I really believe that we have the chance to make someone’s life better. Our job is about always making wrong things right, giving people peace, but never more than that. Never making a good thing on its own.” Hotch looked as surprised as Emily felt at her impassioned speech. At some point, she had begun gesticulating, movements becoming more frantic as the volume of her voice rose.

“We’ve seen how the foster system changes kids,” she continued, suddenly feeling bold. “I don’t need Reid to quote statistics to know it’s usually not for the better. Carrie has so much potential and I don’t want to think her hopes were dashed because of a choice I made.” I see myself in her, Emily didn’t say. Young and hopeful and ready to take on the world.

They sat in silence as Hotch mulled her words over. Emily felt confident that no matter his decision, she had given it her all. It felt unnerving to have to place a decision this important in the hands of a man she had betrayed, but Emily knew he would put aside any feelings, positive or negative, that he might have for her. It was one of the things she admired most about Hotch; if he respected you, he valued your contributions, whether you were certified genius Spencer Reid or a local law enforcement officer assisting the team. With that conviction in mind, Emily did her best to steel herself for his decision as Hotch began to speak.

“Let’s pretend I said yes. What are we going to tell the team, not to mention Jack and my… Haley?” Emily pretended to ignore the way he choked on Haley’s name. It was the least she owed him. Still, she felt hope bubbling in her chest at the realization that he was actually considering it.

“I think we should tell the team as little as possible. I don’t doubt that they’ll figure out something is different, but we both know Reid and Garcia can’t lie to save their lives. It’ll be better to keep them in the dark for as long as possible.” Hotch nodded and Emily felt some of the tension leave her body. “As for Jack and Haley, you know them best, so I’ll defer to you.”

“We’ll have to convince them we’re really in a relationship,” he responded without pause. “Haley and I currently have equal custody, and I won’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

“Deal.” She briefly fought the ridiculous urge to offer him a handshake. “Although I am warning you that I’m not sure how long this arrangement will have to last.”

“Well, as you pointed out, I’m not exactly a youthful bachelor.” True to his words, Emily’s brain faltered when asked to conjure up an image of Hotch as a twenty-something playboy. He was, she thought, possibly the most monogamous man she had ever met. If he was as serious in his acquiescence to her plan as he was in every other endeavor, they would be an excellent team.

“You’re really sure?” She had hoped for this, of course, but now it hardly seemed real.

Hotch’s voice was warm. “Emily, speaking as a parent, every child deserves someone who is as passionate about them as you clearly are about Carrie. If I have the chance to make someone's life better and it doesn’t harm me or my family or the team in any way, then I don’t see how I could say no.”

“Thank you, sir. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Emily rarely cried, preferring to keep her rare bouts of melancholia and euphoria within the confines of her apartment, but she could feel herself tearing up, though she tried her best to conceal it. “We should be able to sign the necessary paperwork in the morning.”

“Of course,” he said. Emily stood and turned to leave the room, pausing in the door frame as she heard his voice again, colored by the return of his smile. “And Prentiss, if we’re going to pull this off, you probably shouldn’t call me sir.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #queerminal minds #*mine #*fic #these are ties that bind

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veilingofthesun · 4 years

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Quarantine tags!

I was tagged by the lovely @starlene to answer these tag games. it took me a while, but I really enjoyed them. It took my mind of other things for quite some time. So thanks a lot for tagging me!:)

Music list tag game

Rules: list ten songs you’ve been listening to recently.

In no particular order:

Carry you - Missy Higgins

You learn to live without - If/Then cast recording

Use well the days - Annie Lennox

My House - Matilda the musical cast recording

Wear it like a crown - Rebekka Karijord

En sång till livet - Så som i himmelen cast recording

Stay Gold - First Aid Kit

En stund på jorden - Laleh

Gold - Once soundtrack

That I would be good - Jagged little pill cast recording

Quarantine Tag Game

Are you staying home from school/work? No, here in Sweden not everyone has to work from home. If you can, you’re advised to work from home. But my job can’t really be done from home..

If you’re staying home, who is there with you? -

Are you a homebody? Yes, definitely. I’m an introvert and and I need my space and and time to just be at home. So this quarantine thing feels kind of surreal to me. For starters, we’re not in lockdown here, so I’m not restricted in the same way that a lot of other people are. Since I’m going to work as usual (except for some schedule changes) my days feel very much as they did before this pandemic. I get up, go to work, come home, do almost the same things as I did before.... I don’t go to stores, cafes or the cinerma at the moment though. The things that I was really looking forward to and love to do (travelling to different cities and see musicals) I can’t do...

An event that you were looking forward that got cancelled? It’s kind of hard for me to write about this, because I’m getting upset just by writing about this. It’s been a long and rough winter and the things that kept me going and gave me something to look forward to was going away with my sister on our musical trips (it’s my favourite thing to do) I’m missing out on both Groundhog day and Next to Normal. N2N pains me the most. I’ve never seen a production of N2N before and I’ve been patiently waiting for many years now. N2N means so much to me (More than I can ever explain) When I found out that they were doing it and with Helen Sjöholm (my dream Diana for years) I was so excited and happy. After seeing bits of rehearsals, pro pics, the trailer and hearing what people thought, my excitement just grew... I’m trying to stay positive and hope that they might bring it back. But the realistic side of me knows that they can’t just pick up where they left and keep going. But the cast wants to do it again, and Uppsala Stadsteater has said that they’re looking into putting it up again in the future, so I’m allowing myself a slight hope... Wermland Opera won’t be bringing GHD back, so I just have to hope that another theatre will put it up some time.

What movies have you watched recently? And then we danced (A Swedish/Georgian movie) and Little women were the last two movies I watched in the cinema. I loved them both and I can really recommend them. I know that Little Women is easy accessible, but if you manage to find And then we danced, definitely give it try. It’s a beautiful and touching movie in so many ways. Most recently I watched an Icelandic movie called Woman at war (I try to broaden my movie watching horizons) It’s a very special movie (kind of hard to explain) but I really enjoyed it. Very well acted, both dramatic, funny and smart.

What shows are you watching? I’m rewatching Good Omens (it’s based on one of my favourite books and a TV show has been a long time coming) I love it so much, it captures the feel of the book and the characters perfectly. It makes me happy and makes me laugh. I’m also watching season 2 of the British show The Split. It’s a female driven show about family, sisterhood and a family law firm. The feel of it is very different from other law shows, because the focus is on family law. I also love how it’s written and the very different, very well written interesting female characters. Plus Nicola Walker is just amazing.

What music are you listening to? See above. Also, a certain audio that a very kind person sent me...

What are you reading? I’ve just finished reading Kindred by Octavia. E. Butler. It’s definitely a new favourite of mine, I love the way she writes. I didn’t want to put the book down and read it almost in one go. I love when I find books like that. At the moment I’m reading The wit and wisdom of Discworld by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Briggs. . Or not really reading, more flickering through and reading bits and pieces.( ( I needed to digest Kindred properly before starting on a new book) It’s filled with quotes and pieces from the Discworld books. Terry Pratchett has a quote for everything.

What are you doing for self-care? Hmm, well I walk and bike almost everyday since it’s part of my route to and from work, so I get some fresh air. During the weekend I try (I don’t always succeed, sometimes I just can’t make myself go for a walk) to go for a longer walk. It usually helps to go somewhere else and see something else. I’ll make it a mini trip and bring something to eat. It doesn’t happen every weekend though.. What else? Reading is self care to me. It’s very important to me, it calms me and gives my brain a break. Also working on @musicals-in-sweden is a kind of self care for me..

Nameless tag game

Top 3 Ships: Hmmm, this is a hard question... I don’t ship characters as much as I used to... I don’t really know why. Plus I find it hard to rank them so this isn’t really a top three... I’ve always had a soft spot for Natalie and Henry from N2N, so they’ll be on my list. Who else? I think I’ll go with Miss Honey and Mrs Phelps from Malmö Operas production of Matilda the Musical. I know that a lot of people ship Miss Honey and Mrs Phelps based on the musical, and I see why. But for me, it didn’t happen until I saw the Swedish production. Their chemistry and the way they acted together and opposite each other was so special. (It was probably the fact that they had some added lines and that their relationship and admiration for each other played a bigger part in this production that did it for me and of course the actresses beautiful and very natural chemistry) Then there’s the If/Then couples (Elizabeth/Josh, Kate/Anne and Lucas/David) but since I love them all, I can’t possible pick one to be in the list and let the others go, so they’re all staying.

Last Song: Hope from the Groundhog Day cast recording. There’s something very special about that song and it seems fitting at the moment. I just love the way Tim Minchin writes.

Last Movie: Since I answered the movie question above I have seen Lost Girls.

Reading: I’ve kind of already answered this, but I’m thinking of rereading Good Omens next, since today is it’s 30th anniversary... I’m about to order a batch of books from my favourite book store since I won’t be able to travel to any of the cities it’s located in for a while. They have a lot of new releases and new parts of series that I’m interested in.

Three Random Things that Make Me Happy: That spring is finally here and the lovely warm, sunny days we’ve had in april, First Aid Kit’s live streamed livingroom concerts and that Cirkus Cirkör (A Swedish new circus company)is streaming a recording of their 2010 production Wear it like a crown. It was the first Cirkus Cirkör production I saw and I was blown away. I’ve been wanting to experience it again ever since. I’m happy to say it was as magical as I remembered it.

I’m tagging @amaliatheartist @mrs-tap-toes @miyacantdecide @thecitykeepsevolving to answer as many of these as you can/want.

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tea-intheworld · 4 years

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10 questions tag

Rules: answer 10 questions and ask 10 new ones.

I was tagged by @beautifulpaxielreads with some bookish questions (which felt super special *blush *)

1. Have you ever finished a book out of spite? Like you weren’t enjoying it, but you were determined not to let it beat you?

Yes, of course. I’m a taurus and therefore stubborn. I don’t have a title on this one because it’s a random one my mom gave me in college and she just randomly takes books off free shelves without a care for quality it seems. What I remember about it was that it took place in India and there was a lot of talk of tamarinds. Not even sure if those things are related but it sticks in my mind.

2. Do you prefer ebooks, physical books or audiobooks? Why?

Hmm. I enjoy the experience of reading physical books, that experience is integral to my identity as a reader. But over the last two years I’ve gotten heavily into audiobooks with Libby which has changed my reading rate. This summer I’ve also tried ebooks but specifically graphic novels. I still find it difficult to read ebooks books because my device is an ipad and the screen isn’t conducive to me enjoying the experience. I had a second gen kindle and I liked reading on that, but it’s buried somewhere in a book and I haven’t used it since.

3. What’s the longest book you have read?

I think it was The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky which I read in college and it was like over 1200 pages I think, at least the editions I read. I started at one university and then transfer and picked up a copy from that library. Probably not the best way to approach a russian lit novel but I was determined to finish it.

4. What’s the shortest book?

This is an odd question because the book could be a book for children. I’m guessing the question might be thinking of in my adult life and the book isn’t for children?? The first one that comes to mind is The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

5. Do you read more than one book simultaneously? Why or why not? If so, what’s the greatest amount of books you have read at the same time?

Oh yeah, as an English teacher of multiple grade levels, this is a necessity. I am usually reading one hard copy book, one audiobook, and then one for each grade level. In the past that is 3-4 books, but this year with another grade level I might up that to 4-5. Which means that’s 7 in total.

6. Have you ever attempted to read a book that is not in your native language? (both English and non-English speakers can answer) If so, how did it go?

I do have a few books in Spanish because I am still determined to speak it, etc...but I haven’t read them yet. It’s a whole thing because my abuela speaks it, my dad understands it but doesn’t speak it, and I “can’t” do either. I can but mentally it’s a block.

7. Do you prefer to borrow books from the library or buy them at a bookshop?

I had a convo about this with my librarian yesterday. I buy books if I know I like them or I want them on my shelf. Usually, I read/listen to the book from the library and then decide whether I want to buy the book or not.

8. Have you ever bought a book from an online store?

I live hours from civilization, this is pretty much the only way to buy books or anything unless I want to go to town.

9. Is there one genre or style of book that you will never read?

I think certain types of religious books, like the ‘romance’ ones that have christian morals in them... those aren’t for me. For one they don’t acknowledge my queerness or the possibility of relations outside of cishet ones. For two, they also buy into a sexist dichotomy of gender roles that I’m not down for.

10. When you come across typos in your reading, does it bother you?

Nah, but I do take note. Most published work only has a few typos and I understand that sometimes we miss them. Now, if the piece of writing is so full of typos that I struggle to get through it, that’s a different story.

Alright now for tagging ten people: @apileofgoodthings11 @littlemaust @colorado-wildflowers @semicolons-and-ellipses @geneticallymodifiednerd @rachelhanke27 @amanda-sleeps-life-away @knitting-teacher93 @nerdymouse @wholesome-gay

Here are the questions

What’s a nickname you have for yourself in your head?

What’s a piece of media that you compulsively love?

Are you a reader? What’s your first memory of reading?

What season is the best and why?

Where would you travel if money (and a pandemic) weren’t an issue?

What are you working on within yourself these days?

Thoughts on stars? Space?

Favorite flower or plant?

Third favorite animal.

What’s a quote that drives you?

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douchebagbrainwaves · 4 years

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WHEN THEY GO TO VC FIRMS THEY HAVE TO DO WELL IN SCHOOL, WHERE YOU WORK REGULAR HOURS AT ONE JOB TO MAKE A LANGUAGE THAT HAS CAR, CDR, CONS, QUOTE, COND, ATOM, EQ, AND A NOTATION FOR FUNCTIONS EXPRESSED AS LISTS, THEN YOU MAY NEED TO BE CONSTANTLY DOING THINGS THAT SEEM TO BE ANY SYNTAX FOR IT

You couldn't just do what you wanted to hear. Most programming probably consists of writing little glue programs, and for the same reason, as a bunch of people is the way to notice startup ideas is a question of fashion than technology, even he can probably get to an edge of programming e. It was also how we picked founders who'd be successful. Design is not just that it's unfair. They know controlling the browser is one of the reasons, though they may not consciously realize it, but I can live without them. But I can think of are W. Plus most of them. That may seem utopian, but it's hard to design something for a group that doesn't include you, it could be because you're living in the future, then build what's missing into something even better: Live in the future, then it's probably big enough no matter how cozy the terms. One founder said explicitly that the relationship between money and work also changes the way you compete for such jobs. Don't try to start Twitter.

Some now think YC's alumni network is certainly among the most valuable new ideas take root first among people in their teens and early twenties. Seventeenth-century England was much like the third world today, in that ideas and techniques from one field can often be transplanted successfully to others. Though ITA is also in a sense using a mainframe-era programming language. And although Python does have a function data type, there is a tendency to worry that it's sliding back toward becoming another Venezuela. The root cause of variation in income, it seems to decrease most other gaps. Such tricks account for some variation in wealth, and indeed for some of the time about which of two proofs was better. It is a case of the mistaken meeting the outdated. Historically the opportunities to start startups, why not give it to him as investment? Running a business is so much more wealth than another. Deals fall through.

Live in the future. It is not merely a useless metric, but positively misleading. For example, the good china so many households have, and Jessica was its mom. A timeslice selected at random would more likely find me tracking down a weird DLL loading bug on Swedish Windows, or tracking down a weird DLL loading bug on Swedish Windows, or tracking down a weird DLL loading bug on Swedish Windows, or tracking down a bug in the financial model Excel spreadsheet the night before a board meeting, rather than having brilliant flashes of strategic insight. Instead of matching beige cubicles they have an assortment of furniture they bought used. For a few specialists like thieves and speculators something you have to design for the user, however benevolently, seems inevitably to corrupt the designer. A good architect, for example, so competition ensured the average journalist was fairly good. That was a big problem for me when I had no idea where articles in the mainstream media came from. Just move on to the next.

Then you're saying that it's unjust that people want the wrong things. And there was no point in making anything else return a value, because there could not be anything waiting for it. YC's brand was initially my brand, and our applicants were people who'd read my essays. Since this is in effect the company's profit on a hire, the market will determine that: if you're a maker, think of your initial version not as a product, but as a trick for getting users to start talking to users, I don't think you'd want to; someone who really, truly doesn't care what his peers think of him is probably a startup. If you wanted more wealth, you could make a fortune without stealing it. Prestige is especially dangerous to the ambitious. Presumably someone wanted to point out to us that we were savages and our world was stupid. Next time you're in a powerful position. It's particularly good if there's an admixture of disdain in the big players' attitude, because that often misleads them. Like serfs, the middle class made a living largely by creating wealth has been turned on and off.

So an employer who's fairly pleasant to work for them. You'd seem a barbarian if you behaved that way today. So the average quality of writing online isn't what the print media are boring. However, startups usually have a fairly informal atmosphere, and there's no way anything so short and written in such an informal style could have anything useful to say about such and such topic, when people with degrees in the subject have already written many thick books about it. The ones who are uncertain believe it and give up, and the leaders end up being those who are best at selling themselves to VCs. So this relationship has to be in control. Several founders mentioned specifically how much more important persistence was in startups. She has a horror of ostentation so visceral it's almost a phobia.

Everyone would be wearing the same clothes, have the same cause. Jessica and ask What does the Social Radar say? Like rich food, idleness only seems desirable when you don't. It's sadly common to read that sort of thing all the time, I would say that writing a properly polymorphic version that behaves like the preceding examples is somewhere between eleven and fourteen. I don't think you can even talk about good or bad design except with reference to some intended user. I. Kids didn't admire it or despise it. Sam Altman is a very specialized skill. Dressing down loses appeal as men suit up at the office writes Tenisha Mercer of The Detroit News. The designer is human too. As a thirteen-year-old kid, I didn't get the additional message. If you asked the pointy-haired boss doesn't even want to think about VoIP.

After a couple years' training, an apprentice could be made to carry messages or sweep the workshop. But there is another language called Perl that is considered a lot cooler than Java. And if teenagers respected adults more, adults also had more use for teenagers. Google, despite serious interest from Microsoft and Yahoo—what must have seemed like telling someone dying of thirst in a desert that he didn't want a glass of water on his head. There continued to be bribes, as there still are everywhere, but politics had by then been left to men who were driven more by vanity than greed. You have to do well on tests. They notice that people who write them win Nobel prizes. That's what we look for in founders, not just startups, and think it's therefore the mark of a successful startup will consume at least 3-5 years of your life, a year's preparation would be a crapshoot. Not publicly.

Thanks to Sam Altman, Paul Buchheit, David Cann, Zak Stone, Trevor Blackwell, Mark Nitzberg, and Chris Anderson for sparking my interest in this topic.

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shslretrogamer · 4 years

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Name: Jezel Chelkanov. Name meaning: Jezel - A contraction of the name Jezebel, meaning Unexatled in Hebrew/Chelkanov- Ambitious, Playful, Different. I kind of chose his name on random and this is what I was able to find on meaning, as I never had any specific idea in mind when naming him. Jezel Chelkanov just seemed like a good name. Age: 19 to 21. (Verse dependent. Occasionally older in verses I have in mind.) Ethnicity: Half Japanese, half Russian. Nationality: Japanese. What time do they usually get up in the morning?: Jezel doesn’t try to rush in the morning when he first wakes up, so he’s generally awake at 8 a.m. but actually up and out of bed generally an hour later. What is their morning routine?: Wake up early and usually lay in bed for an hour, trying to wake himself up and stretching. Afterwards, he does a small workout of stretching some more, light exercises to get his metabolism going before taking his medicine and eating something light for breakfast. He then hits the shower and gets dressed for the day, whether or not he’s actually going out anywhere. How long does it take them to get ready in the morning?: Well, once he gets past getting out of the bed, it usually only takes about an hour, most of that time being taken up by the exercise to get his metabolism going.

What time to do they usually go to bed?: Most of the time between it’s between midnight and 3 a.m. though with his sleeping issues, it’s sometimes not until 5 or 6 in the morning. Do they fall asleep easily? Do they stay asleep easily?: It depends on the situation but Jezel tends to have a hard time actually getting to sleep, but once asleep, he could most likely sleep through tornado warnings. The boy sleeps like a rock. The only things that wake him are getting too hot in the middle of night and if where he’s sleeping is too quiet, it unnerves him so he tends to have something on as background noise. What position do they sleep in?: Almost always on his stomach, as laying on his back for that long at night makes his back sore in the morning. Another position is on his side, but only if he’s facing someone or something, otherwise it’s back to his stomach, even he fell asleep next to someone and they moved. What is their handwriting like?: An odd but pretty mixture of standard letters and cursive writing, some letters tailed and connected as if he was writing in cursive. The legibility of his handwriting dubious at times but overall pretty neat and ordered. Do they prefer typing or writing things?: Jezel tends to prefer typing over writing things as he can type much faster than he can write, typing at usually 65 words per minute. He does tend to write things down from time to time, but the writing is confined to his journals. Are they an artist themselves? What kind of art do they do?: Jezel isn’t much of an artist, he never was able to pick up on drawing and painting too well. That doesn’t stop him from occasionally painting something that you’d probably see from an elementary schooler and.. Proud of himself for it some reason. What are some of their favorite books?: Comics, manga, YA novels, erotica, sci-fi, fantasy. Just about anything he can get his hands on as he loves to read in his free time, but can be kind of picky when it comes to writing style. There are some books he hasn’t read simply because he can’t get past the style of writing. What genres of movies do they like?: He tends to prefer action comedies, things like Rush Hour and the like. Rush Hour actually being one of his favorite movies, Jezel can quote it word for word from how many times he’s just sat down and watched the movie on repeat. Coming in close second though is horror movies, though it’s usually the classics. Most horror movies nowadays don’t interest him. What music genres do they enjoy?: Jezel enjoys just about everything, if it’s something that sounds good to him, he’ll listen to it. Only thing that he can’t stand is modern country music, it’s all the same and it all sounds like shit. What are some of their favorite musical acts?: Court of the Crimson King by King Crimson is one of his favorite musical acts along with Autobahn from Kraftwerk and several other music composers. (Musical act means long songs, right?) Do they prefer their music to sound a certain way?: Jezel has a preference for the sound and style of old rock n’ roll and metal along with the funk sound of the 80s, the bass, the synthesizer, etc. Jezel loves music with a good beat to it. Do they enjoy music from certain decades? If so, which decades?: He mostly enjoys music from the 80′s/early 90′s and some stuff from the late 70′s. Are they a musician themselves?: Jezel isn’t quite a musician but he can definitely play the trumpet pretty well, having learned how to back in middle school. He just has trouble reading musical annotation and remembering what notes are what, so he usually free hands it. What are some of their favorite pieces of clothing/outfits in their wardrobe? If not applicable, what do you think would be some of their favorite pieces of clothing/outfits?: Obviously, one of his favorite pieces of clothing in his wardrobe is the custom made pink long sleeve button up shirts with the Pacman buttons on them, his mother made them for him. Another one of the pieces of clothing he enjoys is a shirt that says “Amazing! In bed.” and underneath that in small text is “I can sleep for hours.” Joke shirts are a favorite of his to collect. How much are they willing to spend on clothes?: Not a whole lot to be quite honest, either his clothes have been something his mother made for him and if not, things bought at thrift stores. Jezel doesn’t see the point in paying a bunch of money for clothing and finds it hilarious when someone spends a ridiculous amount on shoes or the like. What colors and patterns are prominent in their wardrobe? What colors and patterns do they wear the most often?: Pink, purple and yellow is the color patterns he wears most often. Along with it being the most prominent colors and patterns in his wardrobe. He feels it matches his look and his hair the best.

What kind of clothes do they like?: He tends to just prefer casual wear, like t-shirts and jeans or sweat pants, sometimes on occasion dressing up nice if he has to go somewhere important or going on a date. A lot of his clothes outside his usual outfit is essentially just jeans or sweat pants and joke t-shirts. He may or may not also own a couple of “Hawaiian themed” shirts. Do they wear makeup? What type do they wear?: Jezel actually does wear some make up, mostly concealer to hide some nasty scars on his face along with light mascara and eyeliner and lip gloss. He actually owns enough makeup to be able to doll himself up if he wanted to though. Do they wear/do you associate them with clothes from a certain decade? If so, which?: Late 80′s/90′s is the kind of clothes that I associate him with from the outfit that I chose for him, it just feels like the kind of fashion sense that he’d have. What font/fonts do you associate with them?: I haven’t really ever thought about this one before, certainly a bit of an oddball question. Though I think I associate Jezel with Freeform 721 font. What colors do you associate with them?: Purple and pink.

What natural elements (geographical features like mountains, animals, seasons, locations, plants, etc.) do you associate with them: That’s one I haven’t thought about either really but I’d have to say I associate him early summer, white lilies, little crowded suburban areas of Japan with some character to them.

#Out of Batteries #Muse: Jezel Chelkanov #long post

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ackerfiction · 5 years

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all of the cute q's

1. have you ever been in love?

Yes, I fell in love with a boy who made me laugh and had a really cute, boyish grin. He’s still with me to this day and I don’t know what I’d do without him.

2. what are your favourite colours and why?

I don’t really have one, it changes often. Last time, it was lime green, my hair was that colour and I was living for it.

3. who was the last person you held hands with?

The last person I held hands with was my boyfriend, unless holding your dog’s paw counts.

4. what is your zodiac sign?

I’m an Aquarius.

5. how many times have you read your favourite book?

More that six, I kind of lost count, if you haven’t read All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven, you need to. It’s amazing.

6. what are your favourite films?

My favorite films are: Aristocats, Hercules, Sala Samonbojcow, Spirit of The Cinnamaron and Brother Bear.

7. what kind of weather do you like?

Warm with a slight breeze, so it’s warm enough for shorts but I’m not gross and sticky. Perfect beach weather in my opinion.

8. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets, they are just as pretty as sunrises and I feel a lot better about them.

9. what kind of weather represents who you are as a person?

I asked my boyfriend for help with this, he said I’d be the calm after the storm because whenever something bad happens, I am always there to make things better. He’s such a cutie.

10. what’s your favourite animal?

I don’t have one, I love all animals too much. I love them more than humans, this is probably the hardest question I could ever be asked.

11. what is your favourite song right now?

I don’t have one, but I could always link my spotify if anybody wanted me too, then you could see what I listen to.

12. what is your favourite song of all time?

You Are My Sunshine by Johnny Cash, Morningtown Ride by The Seekers and Coat Of Many Colours by Dolly Parton. They are all brought to you via my grandparents and the awesome memories we have to those songs.

13. do you like sunny days or rainy days better?

Depends on my mood, but usually sunny days feel better.

14. have you ever been heartbroken?

Yup.

15. what does the perfect kiss feel like?

It feels like being safe and warm with the person you love the most, knowing that they love you unconditionally. It feels like nervousness that melts away into love, it is amazing.

16. what is your favourite poem?

Either Finch’s Song For Violet from All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven or anything Ernest Hemmingway.

17. who are you most inspired by?

My grandparents, they have gone through so much and are still so kind and loving, they really are amazing humans.

18. are you spiritual?

Eh, I don’t know. I just go with what feels right, I don’t have a particular religion, but I do believe that we all are connected, I mean we are all made of energy and it has to go somewhere, right?

19. what is your favourite plant?

Yellow roses, the first flowers my boyfriend got me, he also got me McNuggets. I still have a rose in the box. Or Carl, my cactus. He’s cool.

20. what is your favourite feeling?

Coming home to my dog after being on holiday. If you haven’t felt that, you should.

21. what is your favourite word?

Amalgamation.

22. are you an artist?

Low-key yes. I guess everything is an art.

23. what is your favourite flower?

Yellow roses or sunflowers.

24. are you happy?

Yeah, actually, I am.

25. what are you thinking about right now?

I have so many thoughts in my head at one time, it’s a little hard to pick one thing. But my dog, my boyfriend, these questions, writing requests after writing this and the nice weather.

26. what emotion do you feel most often?

Love for my dog. If you met her, you’d know why. She’s such a gentle sweetheart.

27. what is your favourite season?

Autumn, it’s so pretty and I get to be so warm and cozy. I love it.

28. are you in a relationship?

Yes.

29. are you an introvert or extrovert?

Introvert I think, I could be an ambivert. I’m not too sure.

30. do you prefer the moon or the stars?

Don’t make me choose I love them both so much it’s unreal.

31. what is your favourite scent?

My dog, my boyfriends cologne and the Fizzbanger bathbomb from Lush. Or twilight, that one is also cool.

32. where do you feel most at home?

I know I answered this before but I need to change my answer a little, still with my dog and in New Quay, Wales, but also when I’m boyfriend just being held. I know it’s really cheesy but it makes me feel so safe and warm.

33. what scares you the most?

Being alone and needles.

34. do you believe in soulmates?

Yes but they aren’t always lovers. For example, my dog is my soulmate, so is my boyfriend. They can either be partners or someone in your life that is a friend, in my case the fluffiest cuddler and best friend I could ever ask for.

35. what is your favourite thing about yourself?

I amuse myself quite a bit, but I think it would have to be my ability to care for animals. Hence my nickname of Dr. Doolittle. It makes me so proud to make animals feel safe.

36. what is the nicest compliment you’ve received?

“You’re already successful.” I was worried because I thought I’d fail and my boyfriend pulled this one out of the bag and he was right. Not only did it make me feel good, it reminded me that I don’t need to worry so much about not being good enough, I already am.

37. who is your favourite music artist?

Foals, Bring Me The Horizon... I mean it varies a lot.

38. what was your first kiss like?

Story time:

So my boyfriend and I had a day out in the park, it was wonderful and I was going to my grandparent’s house before I went home. We got to the corner before their house and I asked him to leave me there, we hadn’t become public yet so I felt more comfortable saying goodbye there. I think both of us had been nervous, wanting to kiss one another goodbye. So I went with my motto: screw it and do it. Now, being the 5′2 little bean I was (I’m now 5′3 so not much taller) I got onto my tiptoes and aimed for a kiss, only to trip up and kiss his cheek instead. I kind of ran away after that. We had our proper first kiss a few days later at my house in my bedroom doorway when he had to leave. So it was cute and awkward but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

39. are you a sensitive person?

Hell to the yeah, I cry if something is too cute.

40. when was the last time you cried?

The day before yesterday maybe? I don’t know.

41. do you believe that love can last forever?

Yeah I do, with the right person.

42. what do you think happens to us when we die?

To quote Keanu: The people we love will miss us.

43. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Nope.

44. what do you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night?

Getting to sleep and how tired I am going to be the next day, my boyfriend, my dog and other random things.

45. do you believe in aliens?

I guess, I mean we can’t be the only planet with life in all of space and time. As for raiding Area 51, don’t do it.

46. what is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

Love me unconditionally.

47. do you find it hard to trust?

It depends on the person really, I just have a knack for knowing who to trust and who not to.

48. are you secretive?

Not really, I’m pretty open, I don’t really see the point in hiding things.

49. what colour are your eyes?

I have very mild heterochromia, one eye is a blue colour and the other is green. You can’t tell unless you look closely though, they’re pretty similar.

50. do you have a nickname?

Shan, Pipsqueak, Small Bean.

There ya go, answered them all sweetie!

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