#keep quiet kaela

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Would love to write more Naja stuff but still working out how to keep things not too explicit.

For now, hope you have fun with my Monarch's take on Kaela. It's quite challenging since I'm not well acquainted with them and more of a Naja supporter~~

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The Monarch twirls a wooden pen between their fingertips while a small, delicious treat rests on the other hand. Their eyes wander across the ridiculously, large table, watching Kaela sift through the documents. Warm light streams through the glass windows, underlining Kaela’s soft curvature, wrapped in colored robes and the ever-present gloves that adorn their hands.

Serious, quiet. 

While the Monarch has yet to catch a glimpse of Kaela’s eyes, they could imagine the politician’s sharp gaze scrutinizing every line, every number, every word on the sheet with the same scrutiny reserved for their interlocutors. Not letting the slightest, potentially detrimental detail slip through while carrying themselves with unwavering grace.

Still, the Monarch couldn’t help but wonder if Kaela has ever glanced their way since entering this room. Let alone notice the past stolen glances the Monarch has been casting in their direction since they first met. 

The Monarch did offer to help with work, claiming the need to relearn their responsibilities after years of enslavement. But they didn’t spent hours carefully choosing this outfit- fit enough to accentuate their physique, modest yet exuding allure- only to burn the midnight oil (or rather, afternoon light) without grabbing a sliver of Kaela’s ironclad attention.

It feels almost childish, beneath their station. They’re the Monarch. The yarls and nobles alike view for their favor. 

But with Kaela, it feels natural for the Monarch to cater to the politician, one way or another. 

With a plan brewing in their mind, the Monarch nonchalantly loosens their robe, letting it slide down their shoulder to show more skin. Slowly, they tilt forward, eyes pointedly engrossed on their own paper, scribbling on the paper as needed, as they take the time brush the sweet treat on their red lips before taking it for themselves.

Hopefully, they can finally catch something from Kaela- a body language, a sound, a response different from their usual mask of professionalism. 

First of all, that was adorable of the Monarch. So needy... cute. Kaela is very professional, but sometimes it helps that their veil can hide their expression...

I think the Monarch is truly pushing it with the skin and making use of those lips

#kaela is professional but perhaps a small glance... #fanfiction #tsilw fanwork #kaela #loved it anon💗 #also feel free to send in naja content!

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The Loose Ends

Pathfinder Pirate Campaign Character Reflection

Session 16

Content Warnings: Putting this at the top this time because this was a heavy session. This character reflection explores the thoughts of a character who is dying. Themes of death, dying, and grief are present throughout. Fortunately, there is a happy ending.

Context: After being tossed from the ship and fighting the aboleth, the party was pulled aboard and the worst of it seemed to be over, until Yunma, Edward, and Jhara collapsed, their skin drying and cracking, and getting worse and worse by the hour. No regular healing or medicine seemed to reverse it. It was some effect of aboleth, and no one knew what to do. As the three of them lay dying, they shared what they believed would be their last words, as Piper fought and begged and bargained to try to save them, to no avail. Yunma, however, sharing a link with his twin sister Esme, was able to commune with her and she had a key piece of information: they needed a curse-breaker. Quite literally at the last moment possible, Vida, the ship’s quartermaster was able to cast remove curse over them, and after several days of recovery, Jhara, Edward, and Yunma finally awoke.

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The captain was a bad liar. 

When Monk revived me on the deck, and I saw Piper and Yunma pulled aboard, I thought the worst of it was over. I tried to help the other wounded, but I could no longer stand. I collapsed, as did Edward. It was dire, whatever this was. We were fading and fading fast.

I think of my crew. Being away from them was like missing a limb, a whole part of me. We were one, broken into pieces and scattered. They are lost and I will never find them, never hear their voices or feel their embraces. 

I think of this crew, still new and strange, but I found my place within it. They visit our bedsides often, Vida, Zula, Monk, and even the Captain. They care, even in the short time we’ve known them. If I had tears to spare, I might shed them. I had them all wrong. In my grief I was bitter, but they are a family like Vida said, and Zula and Monk are my friends, and they would make us family too. They are trying to save us, but I don’t know if they can.

I think of Yunma, fresh to the world outside his village, with only a taste of the wonders it held. This wasn’t how it should be. This wasn’t what this life was meant to be like. He has a duty, he couldn’t fail it like this. I think of his sister and I think of mine. What must it feel like, to lose your half with a link like he has? What would Esme feel? Would she not know until she slept and he did not appear? What would Unerri think if I never came home again?

I think of her, Uni, and Mamá, too. I’ll never come home again, to see the beaches and feel the soft sand, to sit at Papá’s grave. I haven’t been home in years. Shame and guilt kept me away. And now they’ll never know the truth. Or they will and know I haven’t been honest. Will they hate me even more than I’m sure they already do?

I think of Edward. I didn’t expect him. It was understated, quiet. He had become my land when I was drowning and I didn’t even realize. He had pulled me along and became a safe harbor in a storm. At the very least, I try to take comfort in the fact that we will enter the unknown together.

I think of those I may meet beyond the sea, the faces that may wait for me. I’m not religious, but I hope they’re there. Dhul, Kohaku, Zelfaen, Rali, Papá. I hope they’re there to greet us and guide us to whatever awaits.

But most of all, most of all I think of Piper. The thought of us leaving her here alone is more debilitating than the curse. That thought may kill me first. I didn’t care about the pain, the cracking skin, the burning. I took her hand and I held it tight. She deserved everything. I offered her the Watch, my crew, my family. Any of them to look out for her. She would not be alone. I wouldn’t allow it. Kaela said it takes a wild amount of will to keep a spirit bound to this world, and this might be enough to keep me here after my body is gone.

With Kaela holding my one hand and Piper holding the other, I drift off, not knowing what awaits when the dark takes me. I do not dream.

When I wake, for a moment I think I must have died. I do not hurt anymore. The pain is gone. And then a mass of hair is in my face, and arms are constricting around me. It is Piper, and I am alive, and I am holding her, and Edward is here and alive, and Yunma is here and alive, and we are alive. By some miracle- no, by Yunma’s sister and Vida’s magic, we made it. The crew is happy to see us too and the tears I couldn’t shed earlier fall now, and I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted to. 

And finally, a sight almost as beautiful as my friends with healed bodies and bright faces fills the horizon: Zaragoza.

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There was lots of emotion this session, but fortunately we all made it through! Feel free to send me any questions!

#PF2e: Jhara #Character reflection #Dead Men Don't Bite #Pirate campaign #PF2e #Pathfinder 2e #pirate oc #Ghost hunting #Writing #The Loose Ends #Pirates #cw: death #cw: grief

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HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE ARE! Feathers and Flowers content, WOOO! owo

For anyone possibly new, Feathers and Flowers is my OG project that’ll be a comic in the near future! And this here sketchdump was done all for the sake of drawing an embarrassed Evangeline B)

Nah, in actuality it was kinda to test out how her magic would look like when activated; I'd imagine a Witch's magic is reactive to their emotion, so I needed an instance that would make it go haywire (harmlessly), so the cutest way for that was to just show her friends giving her affection. uwu

SO! Some lore tidbits and funfacts!

-Evangeline, as some of ya may know, is a Witch with the Lightning tether. Lightning is a relatively uncommon element to be tethered to, and any Witch tethered to it will have natural markings that run down from the base of the neck to the end of the spine. I'd imagine it even runs up to the crown of the skull but those won't be visible unless the head's shaven. When she uses her magic, it conducts itself down then up the markings, all along the spine almost akin to a lightning rod, and afterward she can expel the energy however she wants, although lightning typically arcs off her spine while in use. When her usage is particularly strong, it affects her hair, making it bristle; it'll lie flat afterward though so it doesn't remain fluffed owo

-Generally, when her magic is reacting to her emotions, it's harmless. Think of it like a more showy way of blushing, although it arcs off her like this in any intense emotion, including happiness and anger. The only emotion that doesn't activate her magic when it's intense is sadness, in which case the unusual light in her eyes will instead dim.

-Any casual show of affection is likely to set Evangeline's magic off, mostly because she isn't particularly used to affection from anyone outside the staff of her family mansion. To prevent the display I'd imagine Evangeline would probably have to wear some sort of special jewelry as ordered by her mother; a necklace or a pair of earrings that suppresses her magic. Such jewelry would be illegal to be used, but I can see her fam being able to get it made anyway, probably in private and with some hush money to keep it under wraps. Eva's not wearing that jewelry in this image.

-Each character shows affection very differently! Mal doesn't mind physical affection but she usually isn't the one to initiate it. If she does, she's always gentle and careful, quiet, almost "gentlemanly" in how she goes about it.

Kaela's more likely to initiate contact that Mal but she keeps it reigned in. Short but sweet and meaningful; she usually shows it in shoulder/arm touches or a quick cup of the cheek, and forehead kisses, a term of endearment to tidy up the package. Kaela will always ask first before she initiates affection. uwu

Sakura's the most openly affectionate of any of them and it's very easy for her to give physical affection; she's entirely comfortable with it. Hers usually comes in the form of full-body hugs and hearty smacks on the back, the arms; it's often accompanied with laughter and her full on picking you up before she sets ya down carefully. She's just as capable to show more careful affection though once she learns boundaries; she's particularly mindful with Evangeline. B)

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ANNNNDDDDD there we are! owo I hope ya'll like the art and if you'd like to see something in particular for the girls or perhaps have any questions, I'm all ears! Until then, thank ya'll so much for the support thus far, more art and stuff to come! ;w;

#Character Design #feathers and flowers #sketchdump #doodles #fnf canon #fnf #original characters #my art #my stuff #my characters #evangeline #mal #sakura #kaela

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Single Dad Jared Headcanons

1992-1999

- becoming a father was not something on jared’s to-do list, he was still 20 years old (she was born early in the year) but he thought everything would okay if he had the mother of the child on the parenthood journey with him

but everything wasn’t okay

the mother died shortly after delivery

he was heartbroken and now here he is, a 20 year old struggling actor, and now father to a newborn daughter

- plans of moving to new york are now shot as he has to take care of a baby

speaking of

instead he now travels between louisiana and california for auditions

relying on his mom and shannon to watch her while he’s away until he has enough money to rent an apartment so they could move there.

- jared gets work sometime in 1992 and he’s so happy he could cry. finally he has just enough money to get a babysitter and to fly shannon out to la

- he gets minor roles for about a year until my so called life

by now she’s two years old, and already in daycare

 the cast and crew always ask about her (let’s give her a name and call her kaela)

 which makes him to bring her to set sometimes

they all love her and fawn over her

 during his break he reads to her and watches sesame street with her

- by 1995, jared’s career is on full steam and he’s getting roles left and right, eventually landing a movie role.

which means more money coming in and he can finally afford a house 

 he can take kaela to toys r us and buy her plenty of barbie dolls and other stuff

- he finally feels like he’s able to give his daughter the life she deserves

- maybe this dad thing isn’t so hard after all, he’s managed for three years with no accidents

- until he has to leave to prepare and film for prefontaine 

shannon takes care of kaela while he’s away

 which isn’t so bad. he’s like a second father to her

but kaela still misses her father and is too young to understand why jared is away all the time

constance visits also; she misses her grandbaby

constance may or not be pressuring shannon about having kids of his own after he sees him drawing in chalk in the driveway one day

- jared and kaela preparing for “big girl school”

she loves picking out her backpack and lunch box

he knows that kaela only needs the 24 pack of crayola crayons but 64 pack WITH THE SHARPENER IN THE BACK is on the shelf above, so he gets the 64 pack

who wouldn’t want to be friends with the kid who has the 64 pack?

- jared being emotional as he drops her off

he obviously sticks out like a sore thumb

every father is either dressed in khakis or in expensive suits with shiny black shoes and gold watches with gelled back hair or clean haircuts

and here’s jared with his longish hair, wearing the t-shirt he wore to bed last night and ripped jeans. he can already tell he won’t have anything in common with any of the parents here

maybe private school wasn’t such a good idea, but it was the school closest to the house

- jared gets bored while kaela’s at school and he doesn’t know what to do with himself

the house is way too quiet

grocery shopping isn’t all that fun without her

neither is cleaning the house

he can’t even get through the day without her, how is he supposed to get through 12 YEARS?

- he gets used to it though when he hears kaela talking about her new friends during dinner

- second grade is easier as he has stuff to do for thirty seconds to mars

they have a routine going

although jared can’t drop her off anymore and kaela now has to take the school bus

he’s a little uncomfortable because now people other than his bandmates and family and friends know where he lives

 it also teaches kaela how to be a little more independent and also about time management, so a win-win.

2000-2010

- kaela’s growing up and she’s starting to form an identity outside of jared

she has her group of friends and interests

kaela is definitely a harry potter fan

jared takes her to see the movies

thirty seconds to mars is becoming more successful in the rock world

- kaela is literally growing up right in front of his eyes

she looks just like her mother

oh god, kaela needs a mother

is he ready to start dating again?

he can’t rely on his mom for everything

- kaela starts middle school and jared is FREAKING OUT

valentine’s day in middle school is his worst nightmare

why does she have so many cards from boys???

shannon, solon, and matt teasing him about it

him glaring at any boy who stares at her for too long

- at this point jared is dating cameron diaz 

when jared introduces them, kaela doesn’t know what to do

she’s happy for him, and she likes cam a lot but she’s so used to it just being the two of them it feels... odd

they do get along though

kaela being there for jared when he and cameron breaks up

- jared now considers middle school as a cake walk compared to high school

he has to restrain himself from choking fans his daughter’s age when they comment about her

 of course the media also notices how stunning the leto girl is becoming

even more valentine’s day cards from boys

yes, my daughter is very pretty now stop staring at her, boy in front of us in the trader joe’s checkout line

- just because jared’s easy going in his interviews doesn’t mean he’ll be easy going on the guy trying to take his daughter away from him

okay, maybe not take her away from him, more like date

 he’s definitely a chaperone on dates

if jared’s not available then shannon goes

- kaela having her first boyfriend is very emotional for jared

he’s jared’s worst nightmare, the stereotypical l.a. rich kid. seriously kaela, wtf are you thinking?

he’s lowkey manipulative af (let’s call him brandon)

like that time kaela got asked to promote a clothing line. jared was happy for her, brandon, not so much

thankfully kaela dumped him before senior year

- speaking of senior year

kaela is busier than ever. she’s filling out college applications and going to college interviews every time he turns around

jared doesn’t have to pay schools to get kaela a spot in school unlike certain celeb parents. kaela works for everything she has, thank you very much

- when graduation is around the corner, he’s an emotional wreck

invitations have been sent

kaela already has a school picked out, louisiana state university to be exact

it’s also closer to constance if she needs to get away sometimes

and also closer to her mom’s side (jared knows about kaela contacting relatives from her mom’s side, and he’s happy that his daughter is getting to know them)

- jared and shannon almost fighting other parents to get the perfect shots of their kids 

did i forget to mention that kaela’s valedictorian?

jared being so incredibly proud of his little girl who is not a little girl anymore

 hearing his daughter’s full name and seeing her walk across the stage brings him to tears

her mom would be so proud

he knows that kaela’ s going to be successful no matter what she chooses to do in life

present

- kaela is absolutely stunning; she’s in her 20s now and the media always do those transformation things complete with slideshows 

she chose a profession that she loves and is passionate about

jared, shannon, constance and everyone else are so proud of her

it requires her to travel A LOT so jared has a hard time keeping track but they talk/facetime every week

kaela being in the city of angels video and it also showed pictures and videos of her growing up 

kaela being best friends with chloe since jared introduced them

-kaela is also instagram goals

she’s friends with plenty of celebs and has a good following on social media

kaela still has her own life and career that’s not in the entertainment industry

but damn does she know how to take a good selfie

- kaela helping her uncle with his coffee company

she works pop up shops around the country if she’s able to do it

kaela and shannon are partners in crime

they also drum together too

shannon being a Proud Uncle

is this really the same kid who he used to push on the swing sets and watch disney movies with?

- no matter how old kaela gets, she’s always gonna be jared’s little girl. 

this was made with @echelongaga

#jared leto x daughter #jared leto imagine #oc in the making? probably i'm not sure yet #jared leto

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WIP Wednesday Friday

Thanks @desiree-0816 and @annekebbphotography. It’s already Friday here but like it’s never too late.

1.) Always Be My Driver : Colt x MC [Emma] Logan x MC

Logan sat on the hood of his car leaning on the windshield with his arms folded behind his head looking up at the sky in the dimly lit parking lot that made the stars light up a little clearer. He was trying to get any jealous or insecure thoughts of Colt and Emma’s relationship out his mind. Their just friends, you’re not the jealous type so don’t start becoming one.

“Hey..” Emma announces herself and he is pulled out his thoughts. She walks up to him with one arm wrapped around her waist, a subtle smile plastered on her face. “Ximena said you went out for some air, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He lied plastering a fake smile, slowly getting down for the hood of his car. He pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her waist then presses a soft kiss on her lips. “Sorry I had to leave mid way through your performance, there was a call I needed to take.” He lied again.

“So that’s why you’re still out here, leaning on the hood of your car, looking at the night sky?” She questioned in a skeptical tone, they had been together long enough to recognize when something was bothering him. “Logan, you know you can talk to me if something is up. No secrets remember?”

Logan heaves a sigh. “This is going to sound stupid and the last thing I want you to think is that I don’t trust you.” Emma raises an eyebrow at him, she was curious to see where this was going. “I know you told me that you and Colt were close growing up but did the two of you ever have feelings for each other? In a more than friends type of way?”

2.) Before there was You TRR X ROE (Gahaha! Sorry Idk when This chapter will be posted. I am somehow not satisfied with what I wrote so posting date for this series will be TBA)

Back at Applewood Manor

Drake sat on the armchair with his foot propped up on the ottoman, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand while scrolling through his phone. It was almost midnight and the halls were quiet as most of the nobles were already asleep. He suddenly hears noises coming from out Eve’s room and gets up to see what’s going on.

He slowly opened his door to get a peak, his brows quirk when he sees who was coming out of the room. “Tariq?” Tariq checks to see if the coast is clear before he signals someone, a woman that look like Eve steps out from the room. “Eve? What in the world?” The two quickly and quietly walk away, Drake walks out and tries to follow them as quietly as possible.

“Drake?”

“Gah!” He jumps up startled. “Eve? How did you? You were just walking that way.. How did you change so quickly and why are you all wet?”

Eve raises an eyebrow at him. “Okay.. You clearly had too much to drink. I literally just got back from town.”

3.) Playing with Fire Colt x MC [Kaela] (okay another series that hasn’t been posted in a while..sorry! Again I’ve been re-evaluating the plot for this. So I don’t have a posting date yet.)

A few seconds later there is a buzz on the door, Riya opens and is greeted by the delivery guy. “That will be twenty four fifty.” He says hold the pizza box out.

Riya takes it and shuffles through her purse for cash but is a little short. “Um.. I’m a little short on cash. Could you hang on a sec?” She hurries to the island and grabs Kaela’s purse to get some cash but she ends up finding more than she bargained for. Oxycodone? She quickly stuffs the bottle in her jeans and pays the pizza guy. “Here you go, keep the change.”

A few minutes later Kaela came out of the bathroom and saunters over to the living area, Riya was seated on the couch glaring at her. “Is something wrong?”

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[clara-christensen]

Character solidifying!

questions under the cut!!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

As a child who only knew any bit of affection at the hands of her father (she couldn’t remember her mother), she would idolize her father and do whatever she could to please him. He would tell her stories of amazing schemes he carried out, and how he was thwarted by magic and monsters and unfairly imprisoned. He promised he’d get them out one day. But as Clara grew older and realized escape wasn’t in their future, she found herself to be less tolerant of him and he of her. Clara began to sought out an escape from home and new sources of affection, though she still remained the closest with her father. These days, she thought nothing but a sad usurper and an indifferent father, constantly demanding that they find their way into Auradon’s ranks so he can be released; However, even if Clara did somehow find herself with the power to free him, she wasn’t sure if she would. 

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

Clara has no real living memory of her mother, only faded pictures of the two when she was a baby. All she knows is that her mother was a young woman of nobility, just as all of the Christensens’ mothers were, and that she died not long after her brother, Luca, was born because of complications due to childbirth. Hans told her constantly as she grew up that she looked like her mother, though it never really seemed like a compliment. 

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

Clara has three siblings; Noah, the eldest brother, Mikaela, her only sister, then Luca, her younger brother. Though they were so close in age and circumstance, none of them were very close. Living under Hans never really fared well for their familial ties, with Luca constantly butting heads with him, Kaela preferring to stay in the background, Clara trying to stay in his good graces, and Noah nearly absent most of the time. Clara doesn’t really despise any of her siblings-- in true Clara Christensen style, she blames them for not loving her, for never being there when she needed them. Not that she was ever there when they needed her either.... but maybe being in Auradon can change that. 

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

There was no real discipline in the Christensen household. Hans lacked consistency and the patience and attention span to keep his children to any sort of rules. Mostly, they learned not to anger their father, and then when they got older, they learned to stay out of his- and each other’s way- as much as possible. But the only time the Christensen manor was really quiet was when everyone was asleep. 

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

Clara was only protected in the sense that the Christensens were one of the better off families when they were imprisoned. With a disgraced royal for a father and a large manor for a household, they had plenty of antiques and comforts to last them awhile, which was more than many others could say. 

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

Admittedly, Clara had felt both. Though her father often greeted her with indifference or belligerence, he did have his moments. Sometimes Clara wondered if he only ever pretended to love her so she’d love him back. But sometimes she felt so sure that he did, that he loved her more than any of his other children because of how alike they were. 

7. What was the economic status of their family?

As mentioned above, they were a few steps below royalty when they were imprisoned. Hans was still considered a prince of the Southern Isles despite his misbehavior, and he married three noblewomen to pad his wealth with their dowries. Once they were imprisoned, however, with no opportunity to prolong their wealth, it drained away slowly as they had to trade their things for food and supplies and the manor quickly fell into disrepair. 

8. How does your character feel about religion?

Clara’s completely indifferent to it. In a world where miracles and feats of magic happened, where a royal could forge his own nation and prison, the possibilities of who created the world they lived in and why seems to have an immeasurable amount of answers. 

9. What about political beliefs?

Despite her party girl demeanor, Clara actually cares a lot about the politics of Auradon, mostly because she’d been shorted her entire life as a result of Auradon politics. Her memories of trying to escape Auradon- of trying to find hope for a future, of longing for fresh food, or any idea of what was beyond the barrier- fuels her interest everyday despite her new residence. She thinks it’s ridiculous that children were imprisoned with their parents when they’d done nothing wrong, and that magic was ever outlawed for the safety of its wielders. She also is a bit of a regiphile, having been told about her broken royal history, so she’s interested in pretty much any business involving royalty. 

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

Clara’s your classic “too-smart-for-her-own-good” case. She’s just smart enough to figure out how to get herself deep into trouble but usually not smart enough to get herself out of it. She’s never been good at school because it’s not good at keeping her attention, but she’s good at scheming and flattering and figuring people out. 

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

She sees herself as uneducated compared to her Auradon peers, and most of her Isle peers. Again, she never tried very hard at school so undoubtedly everyone who did knows a little more. However, she does think she’s smart enough to handle everything herself. 

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

The people of the Lost Isle had little inhibitions when it comes to curses or vulgarities, so it was easy for Clara to pick that up. However, her prim and properly educated father never used such words, so she knows the difference between appropriate and inappropriate speech and adjusts herself according to her conversation partner. 

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

Again, Clara saw school as more of an opportunity to socialize and flirt than to learn. What was the point when you were trapped on the island for the rest of your life? Now, however, she’s doing her best to do a little better and make sure she graduates from college.

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

Isle schools were never the most diverse or opportunistic, and most kids preferred to stick to their own friends anyways. Clara mostly just sat in the back of most classes, flirted with the hottest guy in the room, snagged invites to parties, and the loped around the island most of her days. 

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

Clara graduated from the Isle’s equivalent of high school, then was allowed to attend Auradon University.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

Clara’s just a student for now, though she works as a shot girl at the local bar and dabbles in theatre on the side. She chose it for its apparent ease, but she actually has a knack for it and wonders how exactly she could pursue a career with such a major. If not, anything that didn’t feel too academic or shabby would be okay for her. 

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

Clara’s probably one of the least-traveled of her peers. She’d never been outside the Isle’s barrier for most of her life, then she never traveled too far from Auradon U’s campus, even during breaks. Sometimes she thinks it might be cool to visit her relatives in the Southern Isles, but fearing their complete rejection, doesn’t. 

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

Laleh remembers all her travels. She has kept a photo journal that reminds her of all the beauty she has seen but, also, with each photo she has put a caption about exactly what she was doing and her parents were doing at the time the photo was taken that way she can remember the moment forever. Laleh also enjoys getting souvenirs from each place she visits. More often than not she winds up getting a recreation of one of the places famous artworks. She loves art and has a huge collection of the worlds paintings now.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

Laleh always assumed that people would care more about poverty than they seem to do, especially royals. She believed everyone would fight for those who didn’t have a voice like her parents do and she is prone to do but that is not the case. It angers her that people don’t care more about the well being of others and instead care more about the money in their pockets.

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

Laleh celebrated when women in Saudi Arabia got to drive. She was over the moon about this.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

She is very well mannered even when amongst friends although she is a big more relaxed in those sort of social settings. She was raised to be a princess after all.

She is a Catalyst-Hero, born to set about change in others.

Laleh really doesn’t hate anyone except Jafar and that is simply because of the emotional abuse he inspired in her mother. She is very adamant that an abuser can never change and she knows Jafar will always stay the same.

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

Laleh has very few friends. Traveling around so often it was just very difficult to keep friends. Every other weekend she was visiting someplace new or helping her parents out with foreign dignitaries. Really her only friends became her parents and her cat.

Laleh, again, does not have any lovers. The only person who comes close is @luciencharming. She would never fall for him though. He is someone she wants to sleep with but is too smart to sleep with. He doesn’t want a relationship and she doesn’t want anything tying her down.

Her ideal partner is someone who rivals her. Laleh has always felt at her best when someone is challenging her. It pushes her to be smarter and better when someone is challenging her. Of course she doesn’t want to spend the entire time fighting but here and there it would be nice to have a challenge.

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

Laleh wants someone to travel with her. She wants someone who is willing to see the world and fight for justice just as she does. Laleh likes sex but she doesn’t need to be having sex constantly. Really she’s out for more of an emotional relationship than a physical. The physical is just an added bonus.

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

She loves going to art events. Gallery openings, sculpture classes, painting nights. She doesn’t participate because she has no artistic ability in that sense but she loves watching others work. This is often times when she brings her camera too in order to take photos. People working on their art provides some of the best subjects for her photography.

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

Besides traveling, Laleh loves photography. She also quite enjoys hiking and going antique shopping.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

Her home is a palace so we’ll describe her room. Laleh’s room is covered in artwork. Every inch of her walls are taken up by paintings from around the world. Her bed sits in the middle of the room and she has only a desk and bookshelf as other furniture in the room. Her closet is huge and full of varying styles of clothes. Much of it is also from her travels but she prefers her traditional dresses from her home. The floor length dresses often flatter her the best. She wears her hair natural which is quite curly and voluminous and she hardly ever wears makeup. The most makeup she does wear is eyeliner.

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

Laleh wears what she feels that day. If she’s in the mood to be comfy then she’ll wear pants and a shirt but if she wants to be a little more put together than she’ll slip into a dress. Everything is high quality due to her money but she doesn’t like to draw too much attention to it.

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

N/A

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

She is incredibly indecisive. To this day she still doesn’t know what she wants to do. Traveling has allowed her to be indecisive because if she isn’t in the mood to stay at home then she could just hop on their plane and fly wherever she wished and mid course she could just change her mind and go somewhere else. She has never had solid roots. Staying in one place is really awful for her. Laleh also expects to be good at something as soon as she tries it. If she isn’t good at it then it isn’t of interest to her. Except art. But she’s very good at appreciating art so, there’s that.

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

Yes. Except its not something from her past, its from her parents past. She does not believe she could ever forgive this person, though.

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

No.

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

She is the sort of person who has been in countless high stress situations and at this point she is rather chill about it. Laleh can sometimes even be found making jokes in high stress situations.

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?

She used to drink but after confessing her love to @princerose one night - which she is not in love with him at all - she has decided to take a break. She does not do drugs. Laleh is incredibly healthy even though with her dietary habits she shouldn’t be.

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

Oh she totally feels self-righteous. She has seen so many things that she feels she has enough knowledge to take over and guide people to the proper actions. She is not revengeful nor contemptuous.

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

No. Laleh can admit her faults. She believes they are rare but she will own up to something she has done wrong. A lot of times she is very embarrassed and acts very awkward when confessing.

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

Obviously not. Laleh lives a life where she works very hard not to suffer and tries to end the suffering of others as well. She is a very caring soul and seeing others in distress puts her in distress. She is an activist and wants nothing more than to help the people who are suffering in the world.

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

Laleh lives very much in reality. Despite constantly wanting to be in the world, she is very much a realist. Jading herself with daydreams is just silly. The world is tough and there are many horrors to it. She may be optimistic and try to get through life with a positive outlook but it can be hard because she’s seen just how horrible things can get. She lives very much in the here and now, though, even for being a history major.

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

No. She’s very enthusiastic about trying new things. In fact she tries to do one new thing every single day. Even if its really stupid like balancing a spoon on her nose. Laleh is incredibly adventurous when it comes to new things.

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

People who do not care about other people but instead care only about money and power. She also finds people who judge others based on race, sex, and sexual identity incredibly stupid and she is not afraid to tell them so.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

Laleh is actually pretty childish in her sense of humor. She’ll laugh at fart jokes and dad jokes. She can be pretty funny but it’s only when she’s not trying to be. But, yes, she has a sense of humor and can laugh off most things.

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

Laleh is very self aware. She knows exactly who she is, she knows her strengths and weaknesses. She is able to tell a person just what it is she approves of and disapproves of.

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

Laleh wants friends. She wants a sense of belonging with the people around her. For a person who fights for the people, Laleh has a very hard time connecting to others. She’s talkative and sometimes ignorant of the people she is talking with. Laleh’s ultimate goal is to find someone who makes it worth staying in one place.

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

Not really. Shes a very open person. Besides, secrets were almost the ruin of her family so she tends to stay away from them.

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

Very badly. Laleh is a very determined person. When she sets her mind to something, she will do it. The only problem is, she is at a time in her life where she has to make a decision on what it is her future holds.

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

Laleh is incredibly pragmatic. As much as she likes to joke around, she can be incredibly real. When it comes to making large decisions she is thoughtful and responsible. She talks it out with her parents or other people involved. The most important detail about Laleh is that she is passionate in every thing she does. If she isn’t passionate about it, she won’t do it.

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

Laleh is of average height, she is thin, and always has great posture. She has never really cared to judge her physical body, she is that confident in herself.

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

Laleh doesn’t care about what image she gives other people spare for when she is meeting with important foreign ambassadors. When it comes to social events at school, however, she is one hundred percent herself and free. She does not care if people don’t like her because, in the end, she’s only going to be here temporarily and that person wouldn’t have made for a very good friend anyway.

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

The girl is very strong and energetic in all her movements much like her father. She is bursting with energy.  

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

She has a very distinctive voice of medium strength, deeper tones, and lyrical rhythms that makes everyone just want to stop and listen to her. She does not have much of an accent due to all the traveling she has done.

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

Cheerful and sarcastic are about her two main facial expressions.

[futurewriter2000]

Hello lovely!! Are you still doing ships for Marauders era?❤ I'm a smartass feminist Ravenclaw; I love getting into debates and am respectful of other's p.o.v(unless it's offensive or discriminatory) and come up with witty comebacks. I like to keep to myself and my small group of friends but if I need to be in a big group I can put on a show. I tend to be quiet but I do have a big mouth&attitude on me as well as a great sense of confidence. I love to read&write&learn new things.Thank you love❤🙏

I ship you with Sirius Black

Like definetly Sirius Black. The two of you would be perfect together. 

The two of you never met officially, but you definetly knew the Gryffindor playboy as he knew the smartass Ravenclaw. 

He always liked you, mostly because you were the only one who could give better and wittier comebacks than him, which always shuts him up. 

You were a complete challange for him.

He always dated a different girl every month, which pissed you off. Being the feminist that you are you didn’t like him using girls only for his pleasure, so when he asked you out like he did the other girls, you shot him down cold.

To you it wasn’t just the pretty face and a great body. You valued respect and he had none. 

He was angry at you because you were the only one who shot him down that way. So he saw you in a different light. He saw you as an annoying know-it-all, always having a say about everything. But as much as he wanted to hate you, he couldn’t. So being a Sirius, that he is he started dating your roomates and your friends only to piss you off. (which worked)

Damn the two of you had a complicated relationship.

He hated how you always shot him down, but he loved how you talked back to the teachers or how you read in the library. He used to hide behind the bookshelves and watch how your eyes sparkled, when you were reading or how a smile appeared on the corner of your lips, when you read something funny/cute.

Just like James changed in the 7th year, so did Sirius and you saw him in a whole completly light. His hair grew longer and curlier, his smile was so perfect and you realized you started having feelings towards him. 

He didn’t use girls anymore like he did before and he was constantly asking you out. After so many turn downs, he really didn’t give up, god he was annoynig , when finally… -”Come on Kaela, one date. Just one. I promise you won’t regret it.” -”If I say yes, will you stop annoying me.” -”I will try my best.” he grinned.

He took you to a picnic, somewhere you weren’t before. “I bet you take all the girls here.” you still didn’t believe he changed. -”Actually you are the first person I brought here. Not even Pr- James wasn’t here.” that really warmed your heart, but you felt like maybe he said that to all the girls. (little evil voice on the back of your head was really annoying you, telling you how naive you are to his stories) 

You two would start dating soon and at first you were quiet, when you went to Hogsmeade with the guys, but then you shocked everybody once you got comfortable around them. The guys completly loved you and sometimes you and Remus would have long debates about anything you could think of.

Sirius had a powerful effect on you. Your confidence grew bigger (which you didn’t know it was possible). It showed when you took a dare to swim with the squid, but Sirius saved you from that awful mistake, 

You would wear Gryffindor sweaters, that smelled of his cologne. You stole them and he didn’t even notice it., James on the other hand did and he didn’t say a word. He just had the smuggiest face when Sirius finally noticed he doesn’t have any sweater left.

After he found out you had most of his sweater, he didn’t say a word because he loved seeing you wearing them. But when he wanted them back, the two of you had the biggest show down and sometimes you even wrestled for it. 

Since you won every argument (like how can you not), he started stealing your Ravenclaw scarf and little things, that you loved to wear. It was war, which lost because soon you two returned eachothers stuff. You lost the war but you didn’t want to admit it. “Come on, love. Admit it. Denial will get you nowhere.” -”It’s a tie.” 

Sometimes when you were studying with him you would talk so much, he felt like his ears would fall off so he always shut you up with a long and passionate kiss. And on the end, the two of you were found snogging in the dark corner of the library or in a broom closet. -“What if someone sees us?” - “Than we might as well put on the show,love.”

#sirius black #sirius black ship #marauders ships #the marauders #marauders era

[shou7]

Special Programme: Perfume "Collaboration" Excerpts

Morisanchuu: How will Perfume be like when everyone turns 50? N: I think we’ll still be together. K: Yeah, We do talk about it quite a bit huh - how the 3 of us will be like. I wonder if we’ll still be able to dance when we’re 50. A: That is a problem huh. 50 years old - that’d be around the same age as my mom. K: So it wouldn’t be weird to have a 20 year old daughter huh. N: Well, but I get the feeling that there’ll definitely be something interesting that we can’t imagine. Don’t you think so?

Kimura Kaela: If you were to change your hairstyle, how would it be like? K: Since I’ve always had long hair, I want to try having hair around as short as Nocchi’s, or maybe even Kaela-san’s. A: Since Kashimama’s is short too, it’ll probably look good. K: What about A-chan? A: Huh, I don’t have any in mind. N: What about the colour? A: Ah, well, it seems like it’ll be really fun to wear black clothes with hair that’s browner and brighter. K: That’s true, huh. It’ll change their impression on others. A: So I guess, maybe a bright colour or something? N: In my teens, I had hair about as long as Kashiyuka’s. But right now, I really feel like having a fringe again. K: You haven’t had a fringe in some time huh. A: Nocchimama has that hairstyle too. (Laughs) N: Yeah, all of my female family members have started having that hairstyle. K: Well, since everyone has more or less the same image, it probably looks good on everyone.

Takahashi Yuu: How do you keep the things you treasure? N: Well I do have a treasured items box. K&A: Me too. N: With like our matching bracelets. K: And straps. A: And costumes, as well as letters from fans - as much as six boxes. N: That’s amazing! A: That’s why I keep mine above. K: Ah, so you’re the above type? I’m the below type. The things I don’t have space for at home I leave at my parents’. N: I guess I’m the below type too. But they’re all scattered about in various places. A: Please keep them together! (Laughs)

Yuusuke Santamaria: What do guys do that make your hearts skip a beat? N: I like nasally voices. Nasal inflammations are the best! So if we’re talking about actions, I like it when they cough. Like “eghem” or something. A: Ain’t that no good! (Laughs) K: I like it when they make a face like nothing’s happened after they almost fall. Like when they think no one saw, and without letting out their voice, they gaze off to the side. A: Something that makes my heart skip a beat… The person I like!

MIKIKO: What are the moments that make you most happy for joining Perfume? N: Though there a plenty, recently it’s been when we receive choreography from Sensei, and being able to dance that really cute choreography makes me go, “This is the best!” K: For example, when we have our first lives at overseas locations, the moment we start, I often think, “Our dreams are coming true! Right now! Ah, I’m so glad that it’s the three of us, I’m so glad that it’s this team. There really isn’t any moment that’s happier than this!” A: Yeah, I understand that. We get really nervous, right? But somehow, standing on stage, overcoming our nervous selves, being together with our precious comrades, and at the very end, we say “Well then, we’re Perfume! Thank you very much!” And then when we bow, I often think that I’m really glad to have joined Perfume. Like, nothing can replace that sense of accomplishment, and I can’t get enough of it. N: It’s a bit complex, but I get it. And I’m sure Sensei thinks the same.

Miyagawa Daisuke: What are the parts about the others that you dislike, or wish would be changed? N: Well, I mean it’s not like I wish for it to change, but if I had to say it, there is something… So A-chan likes to eat tasty things, but she has a small appetite, so when she gets full in the middle of a meal, she’ll become a little moody. The first bite is her peak, like “it tastes so goood!!” All: (Laughs) K: I also have something about A-chan. A: Oh no! What could it be? Why is everyone choosing me? (Laughs) K: It’s not like I dislike it or want it changed, so it’s like just some info, but there are times when she really gets into the choreography, and gets into a groove, and becomes unable to dance normally. All: (Laughs)

Pornograffiti: What kind of house do you live in right now? N: I’ve tried out various spacious floor plans, but the clutter began to build up, so now I’ve tightened it up. A: You remodeled a lot huh. N: I did. It’s left me worn out. K: You threw away quite a lot of things, right? N: Yeah. A: All at once, right? N: Yup. A: As for me, my kitchen doesn’t have partitions to separate it from the rest of the living room, so I have to keep it clean. Other than that, the scenery is pretty. K: Because it’s high up, huh. A: Yeah. N: Kashiyuka’s room is the probably the one I’ve seen the most photos of. K: Ah, maybe so. N: Inside anan (the magazine). K: It’s scary how much of it is available to see. (Laughs) A: She has plants, and she’s an animal person too. She really loves raising things. (Laughs) K: Yeah, I have many living things. N: If you look it up in anan you’ll probably more or less understand how it's like. (Laughs)

Maeda Kenta: Do lives feel good? A: Well, it feels suuuper great. N: Feels suuuper great. Nothing can take its place. K: I want to experience even more of it.

Chatmonchy: What kind of pajamas do you wear to sleep? N: Recently, I’ve been wearing rompers, the one that look like a pair of shorts and a T-shirt joined together. The thin one. K: I’m finally wearing the one I got from A-chan. A: Really? I’m happy! The organic cotton one right? K: I got it for my birthday but I thought I’d be too cold if I wore it in winter since it’s thin. So I’ve finally gotten to wearing it recently. A: Recently I’ve been particular about the materials. To begin with I already have 80 or 90 sets, but I really really love pajamas, so there are times when I’ve bought one before I know it. Like, why’s this in my bag? (Laughs)

Maximum the Hormone: If you had to get a tattoo, what and where would you get it inked? N: I think, I’d get something tattooed onto my scalp after shaving my hair. K: How scary! A: Wouldn’t that be troublesome for the tattoo artist? (Laughs) K: I’d tattoo a triangle onto the back of my neck. A: Ah! The fashionable sort. K: If I got something like that, I wonder if it’d make feel like an android. A: I can’t imagine it, but I like the kanji for strict (厳) because I think it’s the most balanced. K: You’ve mentioned it before, huh. (Laughs) A: Yeah. I’d tattoo that.

Manabe Daito: What’s the hardest challenge you’ve faced from using technology? N: The pressure from Cannes was overwhelming, huh. K: Yeah. A: We had to wear the machinery on our shoulders for about an hour huh. K: Yeah, on standby. A: Yeah, after putting on the costumes and turning the switch on, the nervousness continued to build. Usually for our lives we put on our costumes right before the performance begins. But for Cannes, we didn’t know when our turn would come, and we didn’t know if we could smoothly put on the machinery, so we decided to get dressed earlier. K: But overcoming that slow build-up was really fun, right? Like, the feeling of slowly getting closer to our goal was really enjoyable. A: Yeah. That’s why we’d like to continue to challenge new things, so we’ll continue to await any new proposals too. N: We’ll be in your care.

Seki Kazuaki: What MV(s) did you dislike filming? A: Wasn’t the reverse playback really difficult? K: That’s what I thought of too. N: (Groans) A: (Laughs) But, y'know, wasn’t Seki-san waiting for that answer? K: All that hard work… A: In the second chorus of Magic of Love, though it looks like we’re dancing normally, the truth is that we danced it in reverse. K: From the way our hairs fly up, and the balls move backwards, you can tell that it was in reverse. A: Yup yup. And the movements were a little weird too. (Laughs) That really was difficult.. N: We had to download a reverse playback application. A: Yeah, and we recorded a lot with it, and because it was so difficult, we had to save all of it. K&N: (Laughs) A: And when we tried doing it for real it looked really bad. K: We took quite a lot of takes huh. But it turned into an interesting MV, huh. A&N: Yeah. A: I really love that MV.

Notes from the Nakata interview - It’s been about 14 years since they became acquainted. Nakata was about 22-23 at the time. Perfume were around 14-15. - Nakata used to look much more like an uncle than he does now. His hair was short, and was blacker. He was wearing sunglasses too. It’s because he thoughts adults were cooler, so he wanted to look like one sooner. - A-chan practiced hard to get the strange rhythm for Oishii Recipe down, but Nakata was very cold during the recording, which made her feel frustrated and tear a bit. - Nakata talks about why he gets his vocalists to sit down while recording but I don’t really get what he means because it’s too abstract. - Nakata uses auto-tune just because he thinks the songs would sound better and cooler with it. - Computer City was the changing point in Perfume’s attitudes towards Nakata’s music. It was the song that made Perfume understand what Nakata was going for with his music. They brought the single’s poster to their high school to promote it. Before that, they used to be embarrassed about and keep quiet about their activities. - The reason Nakata doesn’t really go to Perfume’s lives is because he doesn’t want it to change his impression of what songs he should be making for Perfume. - Nakata thinks it’s important where a person is born, and he tries not to make music that can’t have its place of origin identified by the listener. So he doesn’t really go overseas much because he’s afraid of having his music sense changed.

#prfm #just a rough translation #i'm sorry if there are any mistakes but i guess the general gist of it is more or less there

[mynopoly]

Eydin: Farewell

Everything is getting dark...I can barely breath...My limbs refuse to move...Move...Move dammit...

He watched his companions deal with the Chimaera. The same ones that accompanied him through this journey to the ends of Khorvaire. Well, except for Giddeon. They picked him up along the way. He wrestled for control over his body, to break free from the spell that was turning his body to stone. Yet, he couldn't. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't.

Not now...I have a Chimaera to kill...I have a world to help save so I can return to my old life...I have to move....Now before--

He froze in his spot when he met the Gorgon's gaze once again. Fear traveled down the length of his spine and rooted him even more to his spot. Memories from long ago flashed before his eyes, a cruel and permanent reminder to the days where he was just a fledgling adventurer. How he watched his companions be turned to stone and become devoured by the creatures that did that them. All of that as he hid for hours, days even in fear until he was one hundred percent sure that the creatures were gone. This is what he deserves. A fitting end for a coward.

This is what I deserve...I should have died with them in that cave long ago....I shouldn't have made it this far...I shouldn't have...This is right...This is what I deserve...

Surrendering himself, he let Death pull his spirit away, back to the land of the dead. The land that he and his companions escaped a few days ago. He shouldn't have left. He should have stayed. Feeling his body turn rigid and his flesh convert into stone, he closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

I'll see you all soon...Fillia...Irvine...I can finally apologize to the both of you face to--

His thoughts ceased when he heard a distance voice. Was that...Kaela? No, it was Giddeon. Yes, that was definitely Giddeon. He was angry. Why? Because of his death? Why? All he did was help him out with killing his Father. He only did it because everyone else did. So why? Why did he--Again, his thoughts ceased when from the corner of his darkened vision, he saw Thuren sprinting towards him.

Thuren? What is he--Ah. He's trying to use dispel magic isn't he to free me? As expected.

He smiled at that. Briefly. With the last of his strength, he watched his companions bring their wrath upon the beast.

....Why? Why are you all getting this upset? I'm just a thief, an assassin that decided to tag along with all of you since that seemed like my best option on that bloody island.

He thought back to their journey. Their trials and tribulations, their moments whether it was sad or happy. He thought back to everything that happened to them while he was with them. They weren't that bad were they? He told himself in his final moments, his faltering gaze focusing on each of his companions.

Giddeon...You're a weirdo but that's funny coming from me. Your strange attire, your bird, and those ominous spirits that I saw during the middle of the night. All of it strange but it was enjoyable. You have a good heart. Far better than mine.

Siale...You're probably the one person here that I got along with the quickest because of your quirky and sometimes insufferable behavior but that was the entertaining part of our friendship. Hopefully you'll be able to deal with Erri on your own until someone else learns draconic. Good luck with that, your family, and the Mistress of Shadows.

Thuren...You goody two shoes. Admittedly, I found you to be the most annoying. Your constant need to help others that were in trouble. Admirable to many but a waste of time to me considering what else we had to do. But, you were always reliable with your spells--Well, until now but I suppose life decided to deal me a bad hand this moment. Good luck.

Kaela...I didn't find you as odd as the other. You were quiet most of the time, a trait that I can easily get along with. You had your moments. Where we crawled through the sewer in search of a bounty only for me to have to guide you due to your lack of vision in the dark. Fortunately we got that fixed in Krona Peak. Besides the point, you're a good person. Dependable. The last person that I expect to stab me in the back alongside Thuren and Giddeon. Keep at it, and Good Luck with Gawain and your girlfriend.

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Bloody Hell...Why am I getting sentimental? Is this what coming to terms with your death is like? Damn...

As his vision started to finally fade, he saw the looks on all of his companion's faces. At that, he offered his last smile to them.

Don't be sad for my death...You all deserve someone with a far better heart than me. Someone who isn't a coward or would prefer to use the most violent methods to deal with things. Smile all of you. It's what I did to help keep my sanity mostly in check. It's as they say. A smile better suits a hero. That's what all of you will become without me. A hero. Farewell...

#dnd character #DnD Character Death

[earthnashes]

"A-are you sure you're okay with this? I know my tub's a little cramped for yo-"

Mal chose to turn in that moment to look directly at Kaela and silently raise an arched brow. "A little?"  the expression says, and the girl has the good graces to blush at that. "Okay, a lot cramped. But... there must be something else we can do?"

Mal's response is to simply take her top off, thumbing the buttons holding it in place and being careful when sliding it off her wings. "Done it before," she says, her strange voice vibrating in her chest as she stretches her wings to their full span; they cast a wide shadow on the ground behind her, over the spot Kaela stands, and she hears the audible sigh of relief as feathers ripple from shoulder to wingtip before they fold, relaxed.

Kaela hums and glances at the pond Mal's so keen on entering. It's certainly wide and seems clean enough based on its clarity, so clear she can make out the bottom of the deepest part even from where she stands. Overall, perfectly safe, but even still...

"You shouldn't have to bathe in a pond..." Kaela mutters, feeling a strange pang of guilt in her gut at the thought. It isn't her fault the tub is simply too small for someone as towering as Mal; the Spirit could barely sit in it without her legs and arms completely overtaking the edge, and that isn't including the massive wings cramped against the walls.  But it was Mal's apartment as much as it was her own now, surely there were ways to accommodate her? There's got to be something else that's better than a random ol pond in the forest, right?

To her chagrin, none of her silent questions are answered with nothing but the click of a belt hitting the ground, and before she knows it water ripples with movement as Mal wanders out to the deepest depression of the pond. She sighs under her breath; they were here now, may as well make the best of it.

 Setting the box of wash products on the edge of a rock where Mal can reach them, Kaela strips down to the swimsuit she wore under her clothing and lets herself slide feet-first into the cool water with her own relief. Even in the early morn and the shade of the trees the summer sun felt stifling, and it felt nice to finally get away from it.

Mindful of giving Mal space and some semblance of privacy, she closes her eyes as she sets herself adrift the pond on her back, lazily kicking this way and that. The water splashes quietly with every movement Mal makes, and while they don't speak, the silence is comfortable and relaxed. Kaela she doesn't know how long they stay like this, but it's long enough for her to soak in her surroundings; morning birds chirping merrily as they get ready for their day, the warmth of the sun on her skin filtering through the green leaves of the trees, the soft smell of the soaps Mal uses mixing with the clean summer air. Kaela sighs quietly; she can't quite remember the last time she's felt this relaxed.

"Kaela?"

The sound of her name startles her enough to nearly sink underwater and she flails briefly before righting herself. Pushing some of her hair out of her face with an embarrassed sputter, she turns around to look at Mal with a hoarse "‘Ae?"

To her relief, Mal doesn't seem to mind her sudden surprise floundering (or is courteous enough to ignore it) and instead simply looks at her with a weighted gaze. Her fingers are repeatedly trailing over the expanse of her braid, tapping occasionally against the metal clasp that holds the end in place, and Kaela is suddenly struck by how nervous she looks.

For all the expanse that she's known Mal over the last few weeks, she's never seen her look nervous about anything.

She sits up fully, or at least as much as she can while actively keeping afloat, and asks "what's wrong?" The spirit shakes her head in response with a hum, takes a step closer; she's tall enough that she doesn't need to swim. Her fingers trace over her braid one more time before she puts her hand down, allowing it sink into the water as she squares her shoulders.

"Wash my hair?"

 Kaela feels her eyelashes flutter in bewilderment, and all she can do is stutter out “ah” before she falls quiet. The last time she offered to wash Mal’s hair, she was met with a guarded stare and hands flying to protectively grasp at the long expanse of dark strands. A resounding no. She never offered again after that, unwilling to make the spirit uncomfortable. But this was… new.

The silence stretching between them this time is more tense than the last, and Kaela takes the time to take in Mal’s stance; standing to the full extent of her height with the water only just reaching her waist, wings raised slightly, shoulders squared yet still just barely trembling. Mal’s eyes are burning with knowledge Kaela doesn’t quite understand, but she gets the impression her request has far more meaning behind it than it does on the surface. A silent question masked beneath another.

It didn’t feel appropriate to answer with words, so Kaela answers by hoisting herself up onto the rock nearby, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap before giving a slow, quiet nod.

Mal drawls out a breath through her nose, as if trying to expel the last of her nerves, before she wades over to where the girl sits patiently. She turns around the moment she’s in reach and allows her braid to fall in place against her back, doing nothing more than being as still as a statue. Kaela takes a moment of her own before she reaches for the braid and carefully clicks open the metal clasp, setting it aside before getting to work.

 The hair is unlike anything she’s felt before; heavy and coarse, a strange mix of being rough yet smooth enough to easily glide her fingers through as she undoes the braid. Closer to the scalp the hair feels slightly harder, almost like the quills of a strong feather, and Kaela gets the impression not a strand would come loose even with a strong tug. Mal tenses when neat nails scratch lightly over her scalp, but when Kaela combs through the tresses again with her fingers to feel for any tangles, she heaves a deep, rumbling sigh that the girl feels in the base of her own chest.

Kaela sets about washing Mal’s hair with shampoo next, massaging from scalp before combing outward to the ends in a repeated motion before she cups water to wash out the suds. She repeats with conditioner, and it’s only when she begins to carefully run a toothed comb through Mal’s hair that she notices the consistent growling noise the spirit’s making. She slows the motion of the comb as she glances up with her brows furrowed in confusion; this wasn’t hurting her, was it?

“Are you okay?” She asks, and all she gets from Mal is a quiet “hm?” in response. “You’re… I’m not hurting you, am I?”

The spirit shifts a little at her question but otherwise remains where she is, and it takes a moment for Kaela to realize she shook her head no. She blinks as she brings the comb back up to bear, having stopped momentarily.

“Then…?” She combs downward, digging only slightly at the base of Mal’s neck before moving the comb outward again, and she can’t help a startled laughing breath when the same rolling noise erupts from the spirit in a loud, relaxed sigh.

“Ah. Are you purring?”

Mal shakes her head again, but the movement is only followed by another one of those “purrs”, and Kaela doesn’t stop the giggle that escapes her. “Sounds kinda like you are,” she teases lightly, but she drops it when Mal snorts and shrugs, and the two fall quiet again.

For the remainder of their stay at the pond it remains quiet, not a word passed between them, but Kaela could feel the change in the air. This one is far more comfortable, even more so than any of the quiet moments before, and as Mal leads the way back into the forest and toward the path back to town, she sees how different her posture is. Still as tall as ever, but her broad shoulders are sloped, wings lax and her freshly braided hair still falling against her back instead of over her shoulder as it usually is. Not an ounce of underlying wariness she carried since the beginning of the morning, since the first time she met her.

Kaela slows her walk down and stares at her feet for a long moment, gathering up her courage to break the silence. When she does with Mal’s name, and when the spirit stops to turn and look at her, she swallows the nerves that bundles in her throat and asks:

“Can we do this again sometime?”

The silence returns for a few quickening heartbeats as Mal studies her, searching her face like she always does. Before finally, right before she runs out of breath to hold, one of her rare, careful smiles curls onto her lips. 

There’s warmth in her voice when she drawls out “yes”.

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CHRIST ALMIGHTY THIS GOT LONG! I didn’t think I’d manage to write upwards to 3 pages of Mal and Kaela hangin’ out at a pond but uh. welp. Here we are. o3o

Based on the anon question I got here asking about how long Mal’s hair was, and that ended with me writing a short story and makin’ some art to answer it. ;w; The story itself is entirely based around the first image while the other two are just showing off Mal’s hair in her braid and out of it. uwu

General context of the story itself is showcasing a moment Mal, albeit nervously, decides to fully trust Kaela. I wanted to show it off in somethin’ that could seem mundane to someone else, but to Mal, who holds great importance on her hair, asking Kaela to wash her hair is essentially her asking “can I trust you? Even when vulnerable?” and the way Kaela responds is essentially her saying “you are safe with me.”

I tried not to outright say that in the story so I hope it comes off that way! ;w;

ANYWAY some additional background stuff too if you’re curious:

Mal’s too big to fit in Kaela’s tiny bathtub and the first few weeks living with her was kinda troublesome when it came to bathing. ESPECIALLY for cleaning her wings. After a few awkward tries with the extendable shower faucet, Mal outright gave up trying to use the tiny little bathtub and just opted to use the springs deep in the woods.

Kaela dislikes the idea of Mal having to use a damn lake in the woods to bathe but until they find out about Spirit Bath Houses, it’s the best they come up with, so she would sometime accompany her. This particular instance is probably the first time Mal asks Kaela to come with her. o3o

Aaaand I think that’s all I have to say for now! If you’re curious about the characters and the world they live in, just visit the Feathers and Flowers tag, of which I’ll link below! In the meantime I hope you enjoy the writing and the artwork, and thank you for taking a looksie! ^.^

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Quadruple 2017: “Our playlist!”

A spread in “Quadruple 2017″ where they share what they listen to when they’re warming up and when they want to relax. This was asked during the summer so things may have changed since then.

Uno Shoma What do you listen to when you’re warming up? I don’t listen to music when I’m warming up. There’s nothing in my iTunes (😅).

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Tanaka Keiji What do you listen to when you’re warming up? When I’m warming up, it’s quite a number of idol music, like Perfume and Kyary Pyamu Pyamu. Before competitions, I go rent some new music and put it in my music player. I’m the kind of person who looks through a CD one at a time when I’m at the rental shop so if I put it in the basket, it’s something I like (laughs). To prevent myself from getting lost in the tension in the arena prior to competition, I keep my ears busy by listening to good music that clears my head. The song titles shall remain a secret. It’s a little surprising and embarrassing so I won’t say it (laughs)!

What about when you want to relax? That’s when I listen to songs I’m really into at the time. For example, the main theme of a drama—music that’s stuck in my head. Living by yourself is lonely at times so I end up listening to throwback tunes a lot out of nowhere. Like Yui, I liked back then. I like girls’ pop music; I don’t really listen to men. Male groups, though, sometimes I go for MAN WITH A MISSION or SPYAIR.

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Hino Keiji What do you listen to when you’re warming up? When you listen to Kimura Kaela’s “Magic Music,” her lyrics say “Jump higher and higher,” and in my head, it feels like, “Ok, got it” (laughs). If I decide I’m gonna listen to this specific song at a competition and it doesn’t go well, it can throw me off so my routine is just to make a sign of the cross before my performance.

What about when you want to relax? Stuff like Otsuka Ai and random western music. As I’m just casually listening along, songs would stick out at times. Especially recently, I feel like there are a lot of unique western artists.

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Mura Takahito What do you listen to when you’re warming up? How you’re feeling is completely different at each and every competition. So sometimes I listen to uptempo music, or sometimes it’s calming slow jazz. It really depends. I’ll listen to whatever in my music player in line with my mood. I have a log of western music.

What about when you want to relax? Generally, it’s a lot of jazz. I listen to classic jazz, but there’s a lot of unique ones out there, too. I’ve been listening to a lot of Shroeder-Headz albums a lot lately. They have a lot of different type of songs, and their albums are all different from each other as well. They have up tempo songs and relaxing songs, too. I’ve been listening to them for quite a while.

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Murakami Daisuke What do you listen to when you’re warming up? When I’m warming up before competing, I have to run through the choreography with the program music at least once. After that, I listen to a bit of upbeat music. I like Maroon 5 and David Guetta. I listen to music that gets me pumped.

What about when you want to relax? A lot of people tell me it’s weird, but I don’t really like listening that kind of music. I listen to a lot of different kind of music, but in my down time, I like it to be calm and quiet (laughs).

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Kawahara Sei What do you listen to when you’re warming up? I like upbeat western music like David Guetta. I also like DNCE. And also Justin Bieber.

What about when you want to relax? Lately, it’s been Wiz Khalifa (feat. Charlie Puth)’s “See you again” and Charlie Puth (feat. Selena Gomez)’s “We Don’t Talk Anymore.” I also listen to EXILE’s ATSUSHI’s cover songs quite a lot. I let classical music play on Apple Music Radio in my room.

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Miyata Daichi What do you listen to when you’re warming up? I listen to Mr. Children. I like the song “Tomorrow never knows.” I like a lot of Mr. Children songs—I listen to them on shuffle. My father likes them so I’ve always been listening to them.

What about when you want to relax? I like ballads so like Kobukuro and Ketsumeishi, all kinds. I also like Back number.

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Tomono Kazuki What do you listen to when you’re warming up? I like music so I’m always listening (laughs). I listen to all kinds of genres—I listen to a lot of songs on the Billboard charts. When I’m stretching, getting my head into the game, I listen to Monkey Majik to pump me up.

What about when you want to relax? I don’t listen to just one person—I listen to a lot of different artists. I listen to quite a number of famous artists. Fun music, soothing music—whatever I’m feeling at the time. I definitely listen to Monkey Majik (laughs).

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Kishina Yuto What do you listen to when you’re warming up? Definitely western music, the dance genre, EDM. I love the crazy, low beats. Listening to that kind of music gets me amped. It gets me excited and ready to go.

What about when you want to relax? Generally, it’s western music, mainly slow songs. I have a lot of artists I like (laughs). I like DJ music. Like Davis Guetta and Calvin Harris. I like club/dance music.

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Miyake Sena

What do you listen to when you’re warming up? I don’t listen to music when I’m warming up, but I’ll listen to some before my performance. Up until last year, I was listening the “Pacific Rim” movie sound track, but lately, I’ve been listening to “Gokigen RADIO” (laughs). It was playing in my dad’s car, and I thought, “Aah, this is a good song.” It’s like a no worries type of song, which is a plus for a song (laughs); when I’m feeling nervous, it’s a good reminder now to clear my head. My dad like that band (The Mods).

What about when you want to relax? There really isn’t anything, but I listen to Enya before going o bed. There’s a lot of music like that though (laughs) and listening to that helps me relax. Asleep before I know it.

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Shimada Koshiro What do you listen to when you’re warming up? Feeling nervous during the quiet moment before the competition, I have my earphones in. Since I want to head into the competition in the same mindset as always, I listen to songs I generally listen to when I’m at the skating rink. I search for popular western music and download them. Popular songs like Justin Beiber and Taylor (Swift). I also like Michael Jackson. For Japanese music, I like Back number, GReeeeN, Naoto Inti Raymi, etc. I listen to both upbeat and calming music.

What about when you want to relax? When I feel like it, I play music on my speakers and dance in my room (laughs). When I’m looking for music to skate to, and I think, “Ah, this song is good!,” I’ll dance around trying to see how the choreography would go (laughs). I only see skating in my future, and I have an interest in choreography. When I try it myself, I realize how incredible choreographers really are.

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Yamakuma Taichiro What do you listen to when you’re warming up? Western music. It’s different at every competition, but I listen to the Billboard ranking songs a lot. Every time I get into something, I’ll listen to it repeatedly and won’t get sick of it. During Junior High Nationals, I was constantly listening to the group, BLUE. I was so into them—I’d listen to them alone in the hotel and right before a competition. Recently, I’ve been listening to Justin Timberlake’s “CAN’T STOP THE FEELING.”

What about when you want to relax? I play the songs in my music player. When I’m sleeping, I like slow songs or songs with soft lyrics. Recently, it’s been “A Thousand Years” (Christina Perri), which I got into after seeing Yoshino Kohei-kun’s short program, and “7 Years” (Lukas Graham)—both nice, slower songs. For Japanese music, I like rap—HOME MADE Kazoku, Rip Slyme, Orange Range, Ketsumeishi.

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Sumoto Mitsuki What do you listen to when you’re warming up? I don’t listen to anything when I’m warming up. I think it’s annoying dealing with earphones. I’m the type of person who makes mistakes when I try to concentrate so I stay out with the audience up until right before my performance. That helps me calm down. But, it’s like I’m keeping still, I’m walking and moving around.

What about when you want to relax? When I’m in the car, I raise it up. I listen to stuff like Hirai Ken or Nakashima Mika’s “Life.” Also, I’m always listening to Dreams Come True. I don’t sing—the songs are playing in my heart (laughs). I like listening to music, but I don’t like singing. I absolutely will not go to karaoke. I can’t imagine myself singing (laughs).

[kp4t]

2 August 2017 | 3:01 a.m. | Wednesday

a couple days ago, i deep cleaned my bedroom for what may be the last time before i go to college. tucking away all my valuable notes and small reminders of why i am who i am made me feel awfully sentimental about the end of my beginning. i don’t think that there is a pretty way for me to say that i am going to miss not only this room but home. it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.

i won’t be able to crash onto my mom’s bed and talk to her about my day. i won’t be able to see kenzie develop into another kind of monster each day.i won’t be able to be there for kassie when she endures the openly bleeding artery known as high school. i won’t be able to listen to kaela’s boisterous but sometimes soft voice. i won’t be able to hear dad’s dry humor. 

honestly, i am going to miss everything that makes my family my family, even if those details annoy me today. throughout high school, my family has been my rock especially since i picked the bad eggs to befriend almost all the time. even if i am excited about my new life in a new town and a new atmosphere, i do look forward to flying back to them. but it is necessary for me to leave to find out what the hell i am going to do with my life.

earlier, i was crying like a little bitch about this. i couldn’t have possibly captured what i was feeling hours ago because i was blabbering through sobs miserably. currently, i am feeling excited and hopeful that my new chapter in boston will be fruitful.

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another ball game that i have been losing myself in is the fear of leaving my boyfriend. it is august now, so the dreaded day that i fly away is nearing us. i have felt an evident shift in our relationship (and he has noticed it too), for we are no longer on honeymoon avenue. recently, i have felt him pull away from me and try a little less with me, and i consequently changed the way i acted around him as a defense from getting too hurt. 

i tried to be fake happy and be patient with his new behavior, but i couldn’t act anymore. i talked to him about it and cried to him about it (honestly). suddenly, all these love songs and sad songs made so much sense to me. and so, he told me that all relationships go through this comfortable stage but it is what each couple decides to do with this newfound comfort that will make or break the relationship. 

yesterday, after what felt like weeks (though it has only been a week) of this uncomfortable different feeling, he took me out to get noodle soup and ice cream. his energy was clearly higher and the effort was there. it felt great to feel like he was enthusiastic to be with me again. i know that he does want to see me and enjoys my company, but more recently, he has not made it known and i always felt uneasy or insecure. i was saddened because if he is getting accustomed to my company or becoming weary now, what if these days become weeks and months until we ultimately bottom out and break up during college when we are 3,000 miles apart? 

at the end of the really good day after the less good days, i told him that i understated my insecurity and was still really scared. he kissed me a lot and hugged me a lot and asked me to pull out a calendar so we can coordinate flights during breaks.

in between tears, i told my mom before we went out that i was considering breaking up. she told me that it wasn’t right to prematurely end something that could be good just because i was scared of being taken for granted. it wouldn’t do either of us any good. given that we have passed the honeymoon stage, nothing good will come easy and we are going to have to work. i am just so scared.

i was reassured after that good day and reminded of all the reasons why it is worth it through it all. i just hope that i am going to be worth it for him to keep trying to. i am sure as hell that i am going to try my hardest.

after lots of overthinking, i realized that if we do not end up together, it is not because he is a bad person. lucas bezerra is a good guy who has made me happy through his acts both big and small that exemplify his love. if we do not work out, it does not mean that i am unworthy of being loved. it does not mean that i am not enough, because i am a whole lot of things that are beautiful and grand. what i noticed about myself is that when i admire a personality that i feel is big, i sort of feel dull or small in comparison. but just because i am different does not mean that i am not cool or worth knowing better. and just because i am quiet does not mean that my thoughts cannot move mountains.

if we do not work out, perhaps it will be because our differences will make it too hard. or maybe he will meet someone else whose sense of humor or music taste matches his like a glove. maybe we’ll grow out of each other. though, i want to keep talking to him about my day and about trivial subjects and about existential subjects. i don’t want us to fall apart. but whatever happens, i am going to look back on my first love and remember this tall dork who unfailingly made me smile and cry like a fool.

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Parenting 101 For Rockstar Dads

CH. 3- The One Where Everything Is Not Okay Pt 1

Warnings: medical malpractice, child birth, loss of blood, and death

Nessa’s pregnancy wore on throughout the fall and into the winter and spring. Jared and Nessa were having a girl and they had settled on the name Kaela, Kaela Dominique Leto; a lot had changed from the time of the pregnancy announcement such as Jared and Nessa turning the second bedroom of their apartment they used for storage into a nursery, Jared’s older brother Shannon crashing on their couch and Nessa being officially on maternity leave from school and work. She hated it, and with Jared and Shannon at work, she was absolutely bored. With summer in full swing, it was way too hot to do anything, and Nessa had very little energy. Her days consisted (sometimes) making breakfast for herself, Jared and Shannon, watching soap operas as she painted or knitted, fetching the mail, and concluding the day with a treat from the ice cream truck.

Jackie would come by after work or practice to keep her company until the guys came home. One Monday evening, she had stopped by after dance practice while Jared and Shannon were out at the laundromat. “Oh Nessa, I swear on everything I love, I’ll beat the fuck out of Lisa Russell! She gettin’ on my last damn nerve,” Jackie vented. When Nessa announced her pregnancy to the SUSLA dance team, her backup, Lisa had taken her place. It should’ve been a surprise that Lisa had even made the team in the first place, seeing as she couldn’t dance for shit, but she had rich parents, so it wasn’t really.

“The other girls are threatening to quit the team until you come back.” Nessa listened as her best friend cursed Lisa to the high heaven, never once losing steam until Shannon walked in carrying his laundry basket. The two of them were definitely checking each other out, until Jared bumped into him. “Dude, you gotta move. These mosquitos are eating me alive.” Ever since Shannon moved in, Jackie always hung around longer than necessary, and they were getting especially close.

Nessa liked the idea of Kaela’s godmother and uncle growing closer, but Jackie has a boyfriend who is absolutely wonderful, and for that reason, she only hoped that they were only getting to know each other because of the baby. Shannon plopped down in between them and threw an arm around Jackie’s side of the couch. “That’s cool, it’s not like I’m carrying your niece or anything.” They completely ignored her as they launched into their conversation; no matter how many times Jared and Nessa tried to include themselves in the conversation, Shannon and Jackie always managed to drift back to their own world. Jackie ended up staying for dinner, and the only time she and Shannon stopped talking was when either of them took a bite of their pizza.

“So Jackie, how’s Will doin’?” Nessa asked; she briefly wondered if her friend forgot that she even had a boyfriend. “Oh! Uh... he’s okay. Just really busy with summer practices so I haven’t been seeing him much lately.” Nessa saw the disappointed look on Shannon’s face but he still asked, “who’s Will?” “Just a guy she’s been seeing for a while.” He didn’t say anything after that, and the rest of dinner was quiet and a bit awkward. 

Jackie let at almost eight o’clock, saying she had to get up early, which was a lie, and even after she left Shannon was still quiet. “Shan, are you okay?” Jared asked his brother carefully. “What? Yeah, I’ll be fine, I’m just tired. I just want to go to bed. Had a long day.” Nessa and Jared went in the back to their bedroom and got ready for bed. “See Jared! I told you he has a thing for her! And she definitely likes him too!”

“Nessa baby, we’ve been through this. Shan and Jackie are going to be Kaela’s godparents. Of course they’re getting close.” Nessa only rolled her eyes as she put her hair up and put on her bonnet. “You saw how upset he was when I brought up Will.” She wasn’t even sure if Jackie even liked Will the way he liked her as she always seemed annoyed by him. “Let’s just go to sleep. You have your last doctor’s appointment before Kaela comes, first thing in the morning.”

Nessa still couldn’t believe that she was going to be a mom, that she was going to bring a child into the world with the love of her life; absolutely mind boggling. Everything was ready for her, the crib assembled and filled with stuffed animals and other things she might need, and a closet filled with pink outfits. She went into labor on July 13th, at 5:30 am which threw Jared and Shannon into a frenzy. They were both running around like chickens with their heads cut off as they made last minute plans; Shannon grabbing the hospital bag and putting in more things that might be needed and starting the car while Jared called everyone he knew. Turns out that Kaela was a very impatient baby, and by the time they made it to the hospital, Nessa was just about ready to push.

Finally, at 7:30 a.m. Kaela Dominique Leto made her grand entrance, weighing in at four pounds even. She had brown skin, a head of dark curls and the biggest brown eyes Jared had ever seen, and for the second time in his life, he fell in love. The placenta was delivered soon after, and that’s when everything went to hell. Nessa’s regular doctor was out of town due to a family emergency, so her replacement was a balding white man in fifties who brushed off Nessa’s concerns about bleeding after delivering the placenta. “Don’t worry Miss Arceneaux, the bleeding will stop soon.” The doctor had the nurses put some gauze to stop the blood flow but Nessa was losing her color and energy, fast. Jared was getting pissed; clearly there was something wrong with his girlfriend. Why wasn’t the doctor taking this seriously?

“Dr. Archibald, there is something wrong with her! Do something!” By this time Constance and Jackie had made it to the room, only to see Shannon holding Jared back as he was yelling at the doctor with Nessa running a finger over Kaela’s soft cheek; neither women had ever seen Nessa look like this. Of course it was normal to not look your best after giving birth, but it looked like someone had dimmed the lights from within. Nessa gave them a weak smile and they slowly walked over to her. Shannon had escorted Jared and Dr. Archibald into the hall, closing the door so the women wouldn’t have to hear it.

“Nessa, she’s absolutely beautiful,” Constance whispered. She couldn’t believe that she was a grandmother, but here she was, holding her new granddaughter Kaela. Surely this had to be a dream; she and Jackie took turns holding the baby, and it was a while before Shannon and Jared came back. They had plastic bags of food and they sat them down on the rolling table. “Nessa baby, you need to eat something, get your strength back up,” Jared told her.

Eating seemed to do something good for her, and her blood pressure seemed to return to normal after drinking a few ounces of orange juice. Nessa’s family came later in the day to fawn over the baby while Jared went to see about a birth certificate; when he came back, his eyes were red, he looked tired and a piece of paper in his hand. Jared looked over and saw his daughter in one of those makeshift cribs, sleeping peacefully. “Jay, why are you crying? Everything is fine. I’m okay,” Nessa assured him. He wiped the remaining tears away with the back of his hand and began kissing her face. 

“I thought I almost lost you Nessa. It was horrible.” Jared was shaken to his core, and the thought of losing the love of his life scared the shit out of him; he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her. Which reminded him... he still had the ring in his pocket, a ring he’s had for months. Of course the two had never talked about marriage, Jared had been too chicken to bring it up, but now that their daughter was here, now was a perfect time. “You’re not gonna lose me Jay.”

Jared felt like crying again, but his eyes were sore and he didn’t know if he could produce more tears; he felt like he’d done enough crying to last him twenty years. “Nessa, it was bad, and that doctor, I wanted to fucking punch him.” He could feel his throat close up again, and he focused on Shannon holding Kaela, with Jackie begging for a turn again. “It’s my turn Shannon. You’ve had her for ten minutes already.” Constance, Jared and Nessa had to step in to get the two to stop bickering.

“Come on you two, knock it off! She’s only three hours old and these are not the first sounds she should be hearing!” Constance’s tone was enough to make Shannon be quiet after Jackie called him a name. “Shan, Jackie’s right, you’ve had your turn. Give the baby to her.” He settled his niece in Jackie’s arms who had the biggest smile on her face. A few hours later, everyone had to go back to work, except for Jared who had some time off, so now he and Nessa finally had time to themselves to admire their daughter alone. 

The new parents couldn’t believe that their baby was real, they were actually looking at her, and yet it still felt like they could wake up at any moment. Kaela was, without a doubt the most perfect baby in the world; as Jared watched over his sleeping daughter, he felt a flash of anger. Here he is, holding this miracle he helped create, the thought of leaving her behind too painful to even fathom, and yet Tony Bryant had no problem leaving his two boys behind. He looked over at Nessa, who was staring at him holding Kaela. She looked tired, tired but happy, and Jared knew that now was the perfect time to ask her to spend the res of her life with him.

“Nessa, I love you so much, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I won’t question it.” He sat Kaela back down in her cradle thing so he could get the ring from his pocket, and when Nessa realized what he was doing, she gasped. “Jared, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Jared didn’t answer her, instead getting down on one knee at the side of her bed. “Vanessa Dominique Arceneaux, will you marry me?” 

Nessa had a smile on her face, the kind of smile that reached the eyes. “Of course I’ll marry you! I love you so much!” Jared slipped the ring on her finger, and they kissed as Kaela made some noises in her cradle. “Yes, pretty girl, your momma and daddy are getting married,” Jared cooed at the newborn. Jared didn’t expect that their celebration would abruptly end.

Nessa died two days later in her sleep sometime in the early morning. Jared was awoken by the heart monitor flatlining, thinking it was his alarm clock back home before he remembered where he was. It was dark in the room, the curtains drawn and the only light in the room was the monitor and the little sliver of golden light under the door coming from hall. Jared leaped from the couch and into the hallway. “Nurse, nurse! I need a nurse!” The monitor had to be wrong, she was only sleeping...

Doctors and nurses began to rush into the room and Jared was quickly jostled about as they tried to get to her; it took two security guards and a male nurse to calm him down, to assure him that they were doing everything they could to revive her. He was dragged into the waiting area kicking and screaming and crying. He tried to take his mind off what was happening by pacing the floor, listening to the early morning news, but none of that was helping. It was another fifteen minutes before a nurse came into the waiting area to tell him the news, but she didn’t need to, he could see it on her face.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Leto. We tried everything we could. There was one time where we tried the paddles and it worked, but only for a second.” Jared could feel the hot tears streaming down his face and he dropped back into a chair, bending over and grabbing his head, then rocking back and forth. He knew that he should go back in and say goodbye to Nessa but he couldn’t, it would be too real, but his feet moved on their own accord. There she was, his new fiancée lying on her back, eyes closed as if she was sleeping peacefully. Jared grabbed the hand he put the ring on, squeezing it and he just cried.

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Last Hurrah

I had my last night at Big Chill for the year on Saturday night. Sherlock and Rob were behind the bar wearing Santa hats. There was a salsa band and an awesome DJ. Simon was in a disgustingly good mood. It was a good, if short, night. Kaela was with me while Pen stayed in with Dave. She doesn't drink so I didn't quite know what to do with her. We didn't really talk to anyone besides each other and the bartenders. When we first got there I checked my coat and walked over to where Arturo was working behind the bar. While standing waiting to actually get to the bar I saw Simon standing by coat check so I walked over and said hi to him. He hugged me and I introduced him to Kaela. He said hey and hugged her before running off to wherever he was going. I turned to Kaela and said, "He's not normally that huggy. I'm trying to figure out what he's on." Her eyes widened a bit at my nonchalance. While I was waiting for Arturo to finish serving someone Rob caught my eye and waved at me, not bothering to put down the bottle that was in his hand. I introduced Kaela to Arturo over the bar and he asked, "The same?" and then gestured for single or double. I told him a double while silently horrified that he actually had my order memorized. I got my drink and we wandered around for a bit. I went looking for Dawid so we went upstairs to the Snug. Simon was working and I said I was looking for Dawid and he said he was on break. He originally didn't know who I was talking about and said, "Who? Oh, everyone calls him Acid now." This is beyond weird. I said, "Why? Because he did acid?" This beyond unlikely. Simon laughed and said, "No, he's straightedge. Well, he was straightedge", with this glint in his eye. My eyes widened, "What do you mean 'were'? Did you break Dawid, Simon?!" There were customers standing at the bar now so he laughed and said he'd tell me about it later so we walked away. 

We were in the stairwell at some point and there's this ledge that always has a bunch of free newspapers and stuff. I looked over and the title of one stack caught my eye: the Socialist Worker. I shook my head and said "Simon fucking Prendergast". I ran upstairs to the Snug and leaned on the bar. When Simon leaned towards me I grinned and said, "So, do you want explain to me why there's a stack of the Socialist Worker in the stairwell?" His eyes widened as he jumped back, defensive, "No! You're not going to believe me when I say this but they were here when I got here! Liam said the same thing to me! It wasn't me!" I was crying I was laughing so hard. I was leaning against the wall trying to catch my breath. So amazing. We walked away and stood at the door to the Terrace talking to Tof for a bit before Ed came to give him shit and we went back inside where it was warm. At one point I asked Ed where he was from and he told me to guess, I said Brazil and he smiled. I then asked him if his full name was Eduardo. It was. Too cool for words. I love being right about things like that. It is going to be a constant struggle to not call him Wardo though. Damn you, TSN. Kaela insisted that she was ok without a drink. I walked to one end of the bar downstairs and Maggie walked over to me and said, "Hello, Trouble," before hugging me. I introduced him to Kaela and he attempted to disparage me. I tried to shut him up and he talked over me going, "People at home should know who you really are!" Jerk.

I stopped to talk to Toff for a few minutes and gave him shit about not calling Neelam (which she's totally ok with but it's fun to watch him flail). I went and sat on a ledge for awhile to see if there was anything interesting to see, knowing that I could not drag Kaela with me to talk to randoms. She would probably die. We ended up back upstairs so I could get the Dawid story from Simon. It turns out that Dawid didn't drink before moving to London. He started drinking out of necessity; he's a bartender. I can't believe anyone from Poland had to move to the UK to start drinking. Simon made some quip about how there's a lot of things about Dawid that don't make sense. I decided not to push the issue there. I told Simon that Kaela's never been drunk and his eyes widened. I told him I felt like I needed to buy her a shot of something, Agwe maybe? He told me that if I let him make her a proper cocktail he'd give us a 25% discount. He decided on Rosie's Lemonade which is a sweet whiskey cocktail. I told him to make us two and as he did so I gave him shit about how he was doing it just to watch him smile and defend himself. As he finished I told him that he was making Kaela her first legal drink and he goes, "I've never taken anyone's virginity before." I responded quickly, "Really? I heard it's a good time." "What?" "Nothing." I handed him a tenner and he gave me back change. I could get used to an employee discount. I miss William and Mario. Kaela took a sip of her drink and blanched, "Oh my gosh!" Simon fell apart, "That is literally the most adorable thing I've ever seen." He came out from behind the bar to hug her. He couldn't handle it. It was hilarious to watch her drink it. I liked it more than I thought I was going to. I'm not normally a fan of whiskey but Sim has a way of making it sweet enough for me to enjoy. Jesus, I'm disgusting. 

Maggie ran upstairs at one point and poured two shots of whiskey, one for Simon and one for the girl that was working with him. Simon threw back the shot and I said to him, "Are you gonna be able to keep that one down?" with my tongue between my teeth. His face stretched into a defensive grin, "I hadn't drank in two weeks!" Maggie laughed and grabbed my arm as he walked past to go back downstairs, "Look after Simon, alright?" I laughed and stopped him from walking off long enough to say, "Yeah, that's the best plan I've ever heard. Me look after Simon? That'll really end well." Maggie barked a laugh, "It will!" He's ridiculous.  It got a bit busy then so we went and sat up in the Nook to drink our drinks. Well, I drank my drink. Kaela nursed hers. As it got closer to when we had to leave I started to make my rounds. I found Toff and Ed and said good-bye. I waited next to the bar for Sherlock to be free and hugged him while he said something incredibly Irish over the music. We went to go upstairs to find Simon but we stopped in the stairwell so I could drink some of Kaela's drink. Maggie walked in and goes, "I thought you were supposed to be looking after Simon!" I rolled my eyes at him as walked to the other end of the stairwell and pulled open the door to the break room. I heard him laugh and he called back to me, "You actually are!". I heard Simon respond, "What?" and Maggie laughed again as I fell apart. 

A group of guys walked down the stairs and went to open the door to the main bar but I stopped them. "Declan?" It was Callum's friend Declan who I think is amazing. He's far more normal than anyone else in the group and he has the added benefit of looking like he's 16 and adorable with his curly brown hair and hoodie. There was a guy with him I didn't know and he walked back into the stairwell looking a bit terrified. He said hi and turned to the guy he was with, "This is Callum's friend." I cringed a bit at that and Declan goes, "She hates Callum." "I don't hate Callum!," I protested. The guy with him was someone named Tom. He then told Tom, "This is the girl that gave me shit about my Bears hat." "Well if you don't know what it is you shouldn't wear it. Do you even know what sport it is?" Declan smiled at me, "Yes! After you gave me a hard time about it I went and did research." I practically fell over. So fucking funny. I asked him if Callum and Liam were with them mostly because I'd made a joke the week previous about how I was going to run into Callum the night I went to Big Chill with Kaela. It was going to happen. Declan said that they hadn't come out. I laughed a bit at this. They're definitely terrified which is hilarious. I have no bad feelings towards Callum at all. I might be a little pissed off if he ignored me or if I saw him hitting on another girl but generally I'm not angry at him for anything. Tom was hitting on Kaela but I couldn't help her as I wanted to be besties with Declan and that required conversation. Tom did interrupt me at one point to ask if anyone called me Britz. I rolled my eyes at him. Declan than made me tell Tom Penny's full name which they both found hilarious. I told Declan that we needed to be facebook friends and he attempted to give me Tom's full name and then goes, "And it's Callum Mackenzie!" "I know Callum's second name. Do you know how common a name that is? And come on, what's your surname." He eventually gave it up and I said we had to go, we had to catch a Tube back to mine which meant explaining that I don't actually live in King's Cross and all that. I hugged him goodbye and wished him a Merry Christmas. It was a hilarious encounter. I'm so glad I noticed him when he walked by. 

I finished off my drink and Kaela couldn't believe I wasn't on the floor. Sure, it was a Simon drink so it was fairly strong but it brought me to my third drink of the night and I'd eaten. There wasn't that much alcohol. Both Bobbie and Ed had walked in while we were talking to Declan and Tom and told us that we couldn't stand there and both of them looked at me and said, "You know that" before walking out. I go there too much. I gave Kaela my coat check ticket and asked her to grab my coat while I ran upstairs. Simon was still on break or whatever but Dawid was behind the bar in the Snug. I gave him the rest of Kaela's drink and told him to give it to Simon or have it himself. I just didn't want it to go to waste and I know that Simon at the very least has no issue drinking my drinks. He nodded and I said I was going, I'd be back in a month. He came out from behind the bar and hugged me goodbye. He looked a bit out of it and was a bit quiet but I was in a hurry anyways so it was fine. He wasn't wearing his normal trucker hat which was a bit strange but I waved goodbye while he looked a bit helpless from behind the bar. I went downstairs and ran into Arturo who kissed me three times and told me to have a good Christmas. I got my coat from Kaela and stood at the end of the bar waiting to catch Rob's eye. He saw me and walked over. I said I was leaving and he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. He asked when I'd be back and I said the end of January. His eyes widened and he hugged me again, tight. I told him to have a good Christmas and all that and he hugged me a third time looking sad as he pulled back and I kissed him on the cheek. 

I really wanted to see Simon before we left so after saying goodbye to Toff I ran back upstairs really quick and stuck my head into the Snug. There was still only Dawid. I went back downstairs and led Kaela out the side door that I'm not technically supposed to use but the main bar was crowded and I was afraid we'd miss our train. I didn't want to have to pay for a cab when I'd already said goodbye to everyone. 

We got home without incident and I logged onto facebook. Simon was online so I messaged him saying sorry that I didn't see him before I left but to have a good Christmas, New Years, etc. I didn't expect him to respond. I just didn't want to post it on his wall. He responded and we had a decently long conversation. It was bizarre. I could not believe that I was having a facebook conversation with Simon. We've definitely crossed the line from customer to friend. He was off and just waiting for everybody else to finish so he was sitting in the office. I called him a loser and told him to go home but he kept talking to me for ten minutes as we shared how we both love how fucked up everyone in London is compared to what people think. I told him about me telling my friend who will be here for two weeks in January that "There will be a lot of people on a lot of drugs. If you know that, things will be much less confusing." He sent me back a million ha's before agreeing with me. He really does think Kaela is adorable. I told him I didn't think her boyfriend would appreciate that and he responds, "I didn't mean it at all in a sexual way. She is quite cute though." He types like a human which I knew he would. Eventually he told him he had to dash but he'd see me in January. It absolutely kills me how many of these bartenders I am legitimately friends with. This number increased the next day when I was sitting on facebook in the afternoon and Dawid messaged me. Simon and I had a legitimate facebook conversation months and months ago but it had happened. Dawid had always been closer to Pen (they have a hilarious friendship made up mostly of panic and confused hand signals). I'd never really spoken to him. He messaged me apologizing for the night before. He'd been hammered the night before and was running on an hour of sleep. His written English isn't too bad actually. We talked for like 45 minutes. They'd all gotten off of work and were going to go out or something and they found him passed out in the break room, dead to the world. They'd put his coat on him and brought him to the Tube station and sent him home. He'd passed out on the Tube and woke up somewhere he didn't live, which is disturbing as he lives at the end of the Piccadilly line. I told him that they should've known better and sent someone with him to take him all the way home. He said that Sherlock was with him but he somehow convinced him that he was fine and he'd gotten off. He has no idea how he managed this as he has no idea what his English is like when he's that drunk. I was dying. Kaela thought there was something wrong with me because of how hard I was laughing. I probably did sound a bit bipolar as I was simultaneously having a frustrating conversation with George. Dawid and I talked about a lot of nothing but I learned a lot about him. He's genuinely a hilarious person and I was so sad that there was no way for Penny to be a part of this conversation. Eventually he had to go but he wished me a merry Christmas and wished me luck with my family.

I'm glad that I got to kind of cement my friendship with him and Simon before I left. I genuinely adore that whole bar staff. I love that Maggie calls me Trouble and gives me shit about things. I love Sherlock's teasing comments, sarcasm, and the fact that he can tell us how much he hates his life. I love having in jokes with Simon and watching his face when I tease him. I love knowing that Toff, Ed, and Ben would all protect me with their lives. I love Arturo's genuine affection and David's smile of recognition (even if that does means he think's it's ok to get grabby when he's drunk). I love that Rob and I are clearly friends and that he clearly cares (though how much is really up in the air as there's been some confusing moments with him lately). I love that Dawid was worried I'd be mad at him or something because he didn't wish me a merry Christmas. They are genuinely good people. They may occasionally make stupid decisions but they're good people. I have no regrets about the relationships I've forged with them. They've even seeped into my new year's resolutions. I feel like making out with Simon is inevitable. It really is. We have a ridiculous amount of chemistry and his territorial response to Callum makes me think there's something there. Plus, we do have a tendency to get drunk and end up with out faces close together and me standing between his legs. It's ridiculous. So, I figured I'd stick it on my list of things to do in 2012. That way, when it happens I can feel slightly accomplished instead of horrified. 

My other thing is that I want to have a conversation with Rob. I want to know if he's just an awkward person or if there's something awkward between us. I don't know if I could have a legitimate relationship with Simon. It would be too ridiculous but Rob is a different story. He's less unpredictable, sweeter and with less of a tendency to get high and act like an idiot. I want to know if there's something there or if he's just a really strange person (which he kind of is but that's not the point). God, Simon would freak out though. He would be so passive aggressive if I started dating Rob. Penny had an epiphany the other day. We've dib-sed up the bartenders. She has Atilla and George and Arturo (by default) and I have Simon, Sherlock (though I will never have Sherlock really), and Rob. She had a thought, what if they'd done the same thing to else? What if they'd decided who had dibs on each one of us? The sad thing is that they probably match pretty closely. Atilla and Dawid would lay claim to Penny. Rob and Simon would both throw their hands up for me. One day we're going to end up at a staff party with them and hard drugs and things are not going to end well.