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sojourners-melancholy · 7 months

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ASPEN PARK (my @apt502-if mc)

they/she (nb) / 25 / 5’8 / musician / lesbian

appearance: thin, straight black hair that barely falls past their shoulders / olive skin with a warm undertone / dark, coffee brown eyes / mole near the corner of their right eye / wears round, wire framed glasses

ROs: L and Cal (maybe A too)

tidbits about aspen below !

got a side gig as a church pianist to keep up with living expenses despite being an atheist (money is money, y’know?). the church has 5am morning services every week, and because they can never seem to sleep at a reasonable time, they end up staying up all night and then sleep in until the afternoon. said sleeping schedule may or may not be the culprit of the soft, late night/early morning cooking ruckus that the other 502 roommates hear oftentimes. but hey—at least being up for the sunrise is nice.

falls asleep at the piano more often than not. their poor, a-little-too-well-made bed seems almost a little lonely at times. hopefully that’ll change soon (wink wink nudge nudge). the thought of selling their mattress for rent money has definitely crossed their mind at least once though.

has a messy room—it’s littered to the floor with music books and binders and stray sheets. (somehow the bed is still untouched in the middle of all this. don’t ask why.) every single one of those is solely just music they’ve played or written (and of course they brought all of it to nyc; she “might need it one day”). they all have varying levels of notes scrawled on them, but each one has a couple dates written on them—one for when they started learning/composing them, and the others for when they were performed.

classically trained as a concert pianist while they were still in school, but ended up picking up some jazz near the end to find more music-related work. doesn’t regret switching majors over to music from architecture midway through college (this is ignoring the student loans though).

personality falls more on the quiet side; can seem pretty cold at first, but it’s actually just them being awkward. the quiet demeanor stills stays as they get comfortable, although then it has more mild/gentle undertones—kind of like a bear.

deadpans a lot, which can be a bit confusing with her monotone voice at first (sometimes it’s intentional!) but you get used it. they used hate it when people (rainn) would get the two mixed up and tried to make their voice more emotive-sounding, but eventually learned to stop caring and even started playing into it (“what do you mean you still can’t tell?” “shut up! i know you meant to do that!”).

definitely has that slowburn type charm; the one where you don’t think much about (maybe even find a bit boring) but find yourself choosing to hang out with more and more as time goes on and bam! one random day, you unexpectedly make them laugh. it’s a real, genuine laugh—the one where they’re going on until they can’t breathe and their cheeks are hurting from laughing so hard. and it’s at that moment, when you’re laughing with them, where it feels like when the first ray of sunshine hits you after a long, overcast day and you get all warm and fuzzy and—shit.

fuck.

you’re in love.

but hey, the sun’s finally out; maybe it’s about time you go outside and enjoy it too. you don’t know how long it’s going to be until it hides again, but maybe—just maybe—you won’t be so scared of it going away this time. because, rainn or shine, the sun will rise again. and i think it’ll be nice if you’re there for it.

#hope you guys like em :)#and if you read all the tidbits let me know what you think hehe #ik it’s long so i made the end a little treat if you do #finally decided it was time to debut them since the demo was released #apt 502 #apartment 502 #oc debut!#sobs and cries bc of fucked up tumblr formatting

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icey--stars · 1 year

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Stories To Be Told: PART 8

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

A/N: i was so excited for ya'll to read this part. enjoy lol

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The next morning, I felt even shittier than before. I almost took Azriel’s advice. Almost. But I was determined to stay strong.

One of the females from Azriel’s group waved at me when I landed. I grimaced slightly, but walked over.

“Hi,” I greeted, voice a bit raspy. “How are you?”

They smiled. “Good.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper. I smiled.

“I’ll train with you guys today,” I said. I didn’t say that it was because I wanted to avoid Nesta or Cassian who’d surely comment on my appearance. Azriel would too, but from last night, he’d backed off. Maybe I could just promise I’d skip work or something. Even if I wasn’t. My day off was tomorrow, so it’d be good to use the time, but then again, this wasn’t a severe sickness.

Azriel gave me a look when he saw me, but didn’t comment anything and instructed me to help where I wanted. The priestesses seemed happy I was there, which I was happy to notice.

They stretched and then grabbed some practice swords, doing the eight pointed star. I did it as well, using my own sword this time. The moves worked very well with it. Azriel then paired everyone up for some training. He paired me with him, unwilling to let one of the priestesses try against me, even if I would bring myself down to their level for their learning.

“Did your shivering actually stop or are you here against all advice?” Azriel asked as we faced each other down.

“I’m fine,” I replied. I began the fight, unwilling to deal with any more conversation. Azriel just barely won. He managed to turn my attempt to unhand him of his weapon against me. But even then, while the spar might’ve been done, I wouldn’t have lost that fight in one to the death. Even in my unfocused state. I sheathed my sword, watching as the other priestesses finished up their sparring.

I offered some pointers for a few of them, for their balance or just a tip that tended to help me. Tips I learned from Rainne, or from endless mistakes I’d made in a fight that almost cost me my life.

“You better not be going to work today,” Azriel drawled as he saw me stretching out my wings after training. “Or even flying. Are you sure you know how to take care of yourself?”

I shot a glare at him. “Just shut up. I’m off work tomorrow, so I can take a break then.”

Azriel seemed to sigh, exasperated. “Don’t push yourself too badly.”

I leaped off the mountain then, gliding towards the docks. My boss asked me to use my wings again, and I tried to ignore the cold that seemed to seep into my skin much too easily. I sniffled as I landed, finishing the work of loading a couple boxes.

“Good job Y/N,” my boss said before walking off.

I took a moment for a breather, then began more work.

I had a cough, sniffle and an even worse feeling of being cold when I got back to the House. I was fine, I insisted. I could take the afternoon off tomorrow.

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The fever didn’t break. In fact, I woke up even worse, despite the bath I took and the amount of blankets piled over me during the night.

I still strapped on my leathers.

But, as I landed on the training areas, I saw Azriel heading straight for me.

“Y/N, you should be in bed,” he observed, glaring at me.

“Fuck off,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “If you didn’t want me over with the other priestesses, you could have just said so.”

Azriel sighed. “No, it’s not that. I appreciated your assistance yesterday. It helped set a few of them straight, but I’m saying you have to take care of yourself. Didn’t Rainne teach you to take breaks?”

“There are no breaks in war,” I retorted.

“And there isn’t any war!” He replied, raising his voice slightly. I pulled myself back slightly. A cold mask sliding onto my face.

“I will do what I wish. If you have a problem, then find someone to pull rank. I don’t care, I'll leave. And don’t insult Rainne. She was the best person in my life. I won’t have anyone disgracing her name or teachings.”

Azriel sighed. “Goddamn it,” he said. “Look, I’m not trying to order you into doing anything. I’m just trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“And why would you care? You don’t even know me,” I growled. “And don’t even think about bringing up my past,” I said as I saw him opening his mouth.

He didn’t reply to that. He just simply said, “Rhys is coming to check on the training tomorrow before I leave for a week long trip to Illyria. I sincerely hope to find you healed by then.”

I glared at him for a moment longer before storming off, sitting by the water station for a moment to clear my head.

“Azriel made you that mad huh?” Nedra’s voice said, chuckling.

I looked up to look at her.

“Oh damn, maybe he’s got a reason to say that,” Nesta said, scanning my face. “You do look sick.”

I got ready to start a whole other snarling match.

“Ah, ah, ah- I’m not saying anything. Just observing,” Nesta quickly said. “You have full reason to be mad at him for ordering you around like that.” She took a seat beside me. I saw Emerie and Gwyn also walking over. “If Cassian ordered me like that- I’d have ripped his face off.”

I let a little smile onto my face. “He just doesn’t understand.”

Nesta nodded in understanding. “Males tend to not. You want to prove to yourself you’re strong. Everyone does. Some do it in a good way, some in a bad. Doesn’t really matter as long as you live.”

Emerie spoke up. “To be honest, I find it a bit weird that Azriel is being like this. Normally he doesn’t dare to even talk to me or Gwyn like that. And I’ve been sick quite a few times.”

“Yeah, it is weird. Normally he’s quiet and to himself,” Gwyn agreed. “Weird.”

“If he talks to you like that again,” Nesta said with a grin. “I vote to hit him.”

I chuckled a little, breaking out in a bit of a cough.

“Yeah,” I said, voice raspy. “I like that idea.”

Nesta gave me an evil grin, then stood up and offered me a hand. I took it.

“Great. Now let’s train and ignore Azriel’s weirdness,” Nests said.

Cassian gave me worried glances throughout training, but I evened them with glares. Nesta, I noticed, joined me in this fact. She understood, I realized, the need to prove to myself, not to others, that I could indeed do this, even while sick, because I’d done it before right? Why take a break now?

Azriel came over to me after training. I glared at him, working to strap my sword’s belt on to head to lunch with the Valkyries.

“Get better,” he ordered.

“And you fuck off,” I retorted and then walked past him toward Nesta who was watching.

Azriel grabbed my shoulder. I whirled around, hitting his arm to remove his hand.

“Stop trying to act like you fucking know me,” I snarled. “I know what I’m doing, it’s time you learn I’m not some poor female who’s learning to fight to keep her mind at bay. No, I am a warrior, Azriel. I fight because I must. I fight because I want to. I fight because I WON’T BE WEAK!”

Azriel flinched away slightly, at my sudden raising of volume.

I took a breath. “I’m almost three hundred years old, Azriel. Stop acting like I’m a petulant child who won’t listen. I know how to survive. I know how to take care of myself. I did it after my escape and I’ve done it for the past century.”

Azriel just stared. I glared at him a moment longer before storming off toward Nesta who didn’t touch me, but led me down the stairs for lunch.

“Good job,” Gwyn said as soon as we made it to the warmth of the inside.

For some reason, that brought me no peace. But I also felt cold inside, and it wasn’t just my fever.

We didn’t speak about my outburst, opting to eat and speak upon rumors that Nesta had heard from Velaris. I offered what I heard at the docks as well.

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Rhysand appeared at training the next day, as promised. He stuck to the sidelines, but sparred with Azriel. He also kept glancing at me, oddly enough.

I made sure my mental shields were strong, knowing he was a daemati.

During a quick break after an intense round of cardio, the High Lord approached me.

“You’re very well trained. The Raven did a good job, you’re comparable to Az and Cass,” Rhysand commented. “Have you found your stay at the House comfortable?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Nesta seems to like you,” he commented, glancing over at the female.

“We’re friends,” I stated, wincing at my short tone. I coughed on air then, wincing from my weirdly dry throat as I stood up straight.

“You alright?” Rhysand asked. “You look a bit… off.”

“I’m alright,” I replied. “Just a touch of a cough.”

He nodded. “Well I’m glad you’ve been doing well. I’ll leave you to train.” Silently, I was glad this male knew when to shut up.

I waved as he walked off, heading for the water station early before returning to Nesta who gave me a little grin.

I went to work after, coughing more and more as I continued. I tried to ignore the glances in my direction, and my boss’s attempt at telling me to leave. “You know you can take days off, right?”

“I know, I’m fine,” I said before lifting a heavy box and loading it onto the ship.

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TAGLIST: just comment to be added! in the future, i'll work on a taglist for all my works, but for now, its just this story

@mis-lil-red, @bunnymallowo, @judig92, @biblophilefox82, @azzydaddy, @thegirlintheshadows101

#azriel #azriel x reader #azrielxreader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #cassian #nesta #rhysand #gwyn acotar #emerie #valkyries #mywriting

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mlsofh · 4 months

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Fandom Thoughts - Fandom Etiquette

Hello Wayward Sinners!

Happy 2024, year of the Dragon on the Chinese zodiac! Hope your New Year is spent well. The extermination is over: it's only twelve days until some lucky viewers get access to Hazbin Hotel's first two episodes a whole week in advance. So I'm here to remind everyone of some basic etiquette to abide by for our early hotel habitants. One: Minors shouldn't be entering this fandom. I am not talking 17+ I am talking 16 and under. If you're a minor who is under or is 16 reading my blogs or is in the fandom: you shouldn't be. This is a fandom of an adult show, for adults made by adults. Your brain isn't developed enough to be processing some things in this show healthily no matter how mature you think you are. None of this is said with malice, but with intent to keep you safe. Even if you think you're internet savy, you should be safe. If you want to be in the fandom/you really just can't help yourself, observe from a distance and don't interact with adults. That means liking posts too. Instead, save the link in your notes to the posts you want to like when you're old enough too. Two: Do not send harassment to the Hazbin Hotel Staff(cast.) We want this show to do well, we want to see how much Viv has grown as a content creator, director, character creator and so much more. We want people to succeed. We want one of the first indie animations to get picked up to do well. That being said: the cast has done nothing to you. They did their best and they're professionals: they probably know more than you do about their craft that they've honed for years. Third: Shipping wars should not start again, period. It stressed Viv out two years ago when Chalastor week was in her birthday week. She shut that down, and requested it not be done again. We need to respect the creator herself. If we are fighting over ships then we don't get to enjoy the content of the show to it's fullest. You may ship Nifty/Husker, or Alastor/Valentino, but you don't get to send hate to people who ship Charlie/Vaggie or Sir Pentious/Angel Dust. You can have your opinion respectfully. We need to remember these characters are not ours to claim, they are Vivs. We can love them, respect them, make AUs and more! But that does not mean going and hating someone. We(the fandom) don't own these characters. Fourth: If you have access to two episodes in advance(on the 12th), reminder it's only probably a couple thousand of us who have episodes in advance! When making edits, put a spoiler IN the video not just the caption. If you're making blogs, or content, make sure you have a large spoiler warning or just wait to post the drafts until the 19th of January (when everyone get's episodes 1-4.) WARNING: MENTIONS OF GROOMING AND COM/PRO SHIPPING. THIS IS LAST ON THE POST SO IT'S EASILY SKIPPABLE. Fifth: If proshipping/comshipping posts are made, just ignore them and don't send hate to the person. It's not by any means healthy. I personally don't support it, but I truly want those people to get the help they need and deserve. Especially if they're kids. If you negatively enforce their behavior they're more likely to do it. An adult just needs to be blocked and reported. They're only human. Just report, block, and move on. If you notice an adult is perusing minors, here is what you can do!

How to Report Online Grooming Your priority in a fandom as an adult in circumstances like this will be ensuring the minors in the fandom aren't hurt. We can do a lot as adults with more experience. It's important to report abuse so perpetrators are stopped from exploiting minors. Here are some key steps to take in reporting an online abuser:

Don’t delete any messages the minor has received—these can be used as evidence! Report the perpetrator to the platform your child was using. Block the perpetrator. Save conversations and screenshots to share with local law enforcement. Reporting procedures vary state-by-state so take advantage of RAINN’s State Law Database if you suspect a minor is being groomed or is the victim of any form of abuse from an adult. It can feel scary, overwhelming, and worrying. You are not alone in your worries. You may have trauma yourself. Don't perpetuate it: help the minor. Even if they are upset by you helping just remember they're a kid who doesn't understand the gravity of the situation. You aren't in the wrong for protecting a minor! That's all for now! What do you think? Comment/reblog with your thoughts! Stay Tuned for more, Happy New Year!

#hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel theory #helluva boss #theory #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #hazbin hotel alastor #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin alastor #alastor #fandom #fandom etiquette

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moonless-if · 1 year

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How would the Ros react if they were getting married to the mc and some one objected because they liked the mc? 😂

Khalida would be glaring daggers until the person in question sat down and shut up/left. the person in question was probably invited for a good reason, as at least Khalida wouldn't want to make a big affair of getting married and not want to invite a lot of people, so the least they can do is not be a dick. will fully support it if MC wants to kick them out tho

Mal/Malik/Malika is highly enjoying the drama, especially because they wouldn't doubt that MC is still gonna marry them. would be grinning from ear to ear as they let the person object and/or let mc handle the situation. kinda wants the person to stick around to watch the rest of the ceremony.

Rainn would be rolling their eyes and mutter about how they should've just not made a thing out of getting married and invited other people. if MC isn't kicking them out themself, Rainn is gonna do it.

Silas wouldn't really be comfortable letting the person stay but besides that, they'd let MC deal with the situation as they see fit.

TUO is straight up kicking the person out. himself. no ifs, ands or buts. as soon as he notices what's happening/about to happen, he'll [redacted] to get them to fuck off.

#anon asks #character asks #c: rainn #c: silas #c: the unknown one #c: mal/malik/malika #c: khalida #thank you for the ask!

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aestivetic · 2 years

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My Celebrity Opinions

Here is my current list of all the celebrities I can pull up full-on opinions on. I don’t know if they count as “parasocial relationships”, but here they are.

Don’t see a celebrity here? Either I don’t know them, I don’t care enough about them to have an opinion, or I have forgotten what opinions I have on them. Or they’re not online. Or they’re dead. Or I forgot their names. Look, this list was hard enough in thinking of how many celebrities I actually have an opinion on beyond “Eh, they were good in [X], hope they did alright for themselves”.

Robert Carlyle: True character actor. Incredibly talented, but has an equally strong talent for picking wretched material. Seems to keep his head down and show up, perform in whatever Q-tier soap opera he’s in, take his paycheck and go home. Hope he’s doing well.

Benedict Cumberbatch: Better at comedy than he is usually allotted. Looks a little inbred, but that’s what happens when you go to Eton.

Felicia Day: Glad she’s on MST3K and gets to play a very ace villainess after being slavered over for the past decade-ish. Seems alright, better comic timing than usually given credit for.

Guillermo del Toro: Seems like a really fun guy, going on his interviews, writing, and films. Seems to keep his nose clean. Hope he keeps making films, they seem to stay quality. Good sense of decoration.

Neil Gaiman: One of my top-ten favorite living authors. Very beautiful, hope he’s doing alright. Have considered writing to him, but keep putting it off.

Doug Jones: Seems like a cool guy. Glad he’s still getting work. Amazing physicality.

Matthew McConaughey: Good actor. Lanky and pretty. Would watch him in most things. One of the few actors who can play butch. Hope he takes on that Rust prequel series. Astounded that he decided to act in Reign of Fire. Appreciate his constant shirt allergy.

Mads Mikkelsen: Very still face, making him one of the few people I can reliably recognize on sight. Seems to keep his nose clean. Glad he’s getting work.

Ben Miller: Liked him in Death In Paradise. Unsurprised that he turned out to be anti-trans, given he’s a middle-aged British man.

Patton Oswalt: Very funny, talented writer of imagery. Some of the best writing about fatness I have personally come across. Glad he’s on MST3K.

Jared Padalecki: Very pretty. Dumb as a bag of hammerstones. Has managed to look startlingly like a trans guy throughout his career. Has appeared in Men’s Health (aka Sports Illustrated for gay men) 6 times, a fact I find endlessly hilarious. Can’t hit marker tape for beans.

Michael Shannon: Scary-looking, but he seems alright. Enjoyed his work in The Shape of Water and Boardwalk Empire. Good comedy talent, though it doesn’t get used a lot.

Mark Sheppard: Talented, great sense of timing, openly a short fat guy who’s not played for comedy or gross-out. Appreciate that he seems to keep his yap shut and make good money. Good inkwork.

Rainn Wilson: Better dramatic actor than usually allotted. Gave an incredible performance in Backstrom. Hope he gets work, because political commentary is not his strong suit. But if people kept trying to make me act like their fancast of a job I’d given up ages ago, I’d probably go nuts, too.

Steven Moffat, Bryan Fuller, Ryan Murphy, George Lucas, Tarsem Singh: Can and will be devoured by plot bunnies unless kept on an incredibly tight rein.

Dan Olson; “Andy” of Atun-Shei Films: Voice like butter that makes you smarter. Glad he stays pretty private. Attractive. Incredibly talented writer/performer.

MST3K Crew: Have, by extension, helped me with my lifelong insomnia and nightmares. Glad Mr. Corbett is sober, it’s an inspiration to me. Also inspirational in building a reliable brand with reliable and affordable output, and leaning on clean(ish) humor.

#celebrity #blog guide

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tashabilities · 3 days

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Trying to listen to Rainn Wilson and Rick Glassman But Rick Glassman talkin about how he feels threatened by anti-Semitism when literally nobody is coming for y'all, YOU'RE WHITE, like, Just say you're a Zionist and shut up, bitch. And Rainn Wilson is being a typical Baha'i, Don't stand for shit, Centrist as fuck and therefore supporting the oppressors, Because it's a Baha'i rule to refuse to learn structural oppression and the machinations of white supremacy so as not to make white people feel bad And it's just two white comedians who are not fucking funny and not smart at all but they think they are. I be trying with these white autistic people, but everybody's so fucking dumb.

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televinita · 1 year

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Rewatched the Florida arc on The Office w/ husband and oh my god it is truly my favorite string of episodes in this entire series. We just finished After Hours, and as nauseating as the Packer stuff is, please enjoy this list of other things that made us howl, in no particular order.

“What’s in it for GSL?” (Gabriel Susan Lewis, referring to himself in the third person)

“FIVE DOTS?!”

“I would like your oakiest chardonnay.”

“Do you want us to get scolded?!”

really Ryan’s entire terrible attempt to hook up with Erin, culminating in “SIX MONTHS?! ok, I’m in love with Kelly.”

Erin being the cutest she has ever been in pursuit of Forbidden Hotel Waffles. You’re gonna be all right, kid.

UN-BE-LIEV-A-BULL! (which I hated when it first aired, but I’ve come around)

AND OBVIOUSLY, THE ENTIRE JIM/CATHY/DWIGHT/THE HYPOTHETICAL BEDBUGS SUBPLOT THAT IS THE REASON I LOVE IT SO:

+ Jim dying from fear of confrontation and his desperate attempts to make a third party intervene (Hey Stanley! Hey buddy! Good to see you! Let’s hang out! All of us, together, in here, because there is definitely no need for me to be alone with Cathy in this room with a bed NO WAIT COME BACK)

+ JIM, that is SO RUDE that you would accuse me of hitting on you, GOD! Now shut up and let me fall asleep on your shoulder, like any normal colleagues who aren’t attracted to each other would do (sidebar: actually, hold up, did she see the season 1 tapes??).

+ I still can’t watch the “SO smug” bedbug imitation without mentally replaying the gag reel version where John & Rainn keep cracking up trying to get through it.

+ Favorite scene I can’t believe they deleted, in which Pam teases Jim about Cathy and he does indeed look really cute while being embarrassed. I still can’t believe there was ever even the idea of really having Jim kiss Cathy in this ep. Like. This is so much funnier in every way??

P.S. Pam is so pretty in this episode. Every single time I see it, I have the exact same thought process about how unbelievably gorgeous she looks. Her hair is golden and perfectly styled and her outfit looks great on her; I dunno, she just glows.

#the office #after hours #cleaning out my drafts #episode reactions

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apt502-if · 8 months

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i would like to request a “what’s so special about you, anyway” dialogue between L and Rainn please 🙏🙏

this is a good one! I took that as a L/Rainn POV so no MC? Interesting! This one isn't as serious as you may have wanted, mostly because as I was writing I realized it may get into spoiler territory! So it's just quick and short :}

The elevator dings its arrival to the fifth floor, and the doors open to reveal Rainn Moreno standing to the very left, their head bent down on their phone. L groans inwardly, but keeps a pleasant smile on their face, the expression only growing when Rainn looks up, meeting their gaze.

No words aside from a small 'Good Morning' from Rainn are exchanged as L slides in, seeing the LOBBY button already lit. The doors close, leaving Rainn and L alone.

L can't help but soak in Rainn's six foot frame, their body straight and with a posture so perfect it could put L's model friends to shame. L wrinkles their nose at the thought. They're not sure they ever liked Rainn. Too...stiff for their taste. No wonder they're such good friends with Cal. Both uptight.

As if sensing their stare, Rainn stops and awkwardly flicks their eyes to L, who doesn't look away. Instead, L only lifts their brows in a mocking move that makes Rainn shove their phone in their bag, raising their chin.

"Nice out today, isn't it?" Rainn says, as if that's what L was looking for: small talk. Typical Rainn Moreno. They're always looking to please, to fulfill whatever want or need someone has. So unflinchingly polite. It would be annoying if L didn't believe it was genuine. How can you be mad at such a stickler like Rainn when that's just how they are? Can't blame em.'

"Uh-huh," L says, facing the door. They feel Rainn looking at them a second longer.

"Is there something you need?" Rainn says, their voice squeaking into an awkward dip. When L looks again, Rainn is annoyingly open, looking at L with bright eyes that swim with confusion. They don't get this person....so hard to read but so easy at the same time. Doesn't make sense.

Maybe L's annoyance comes from Rainn's good looks. Pretty people are always the worst.

I would know.

In reality, they know that's just a cop out. In reality, it's because L had to witness their new roommate have a breakdown at four a.m., waking up the whole apartment in the process. In reality, L can't seem to put their finger on what makes Rainn Moreno so great.

"Not really," L says. "I'm just..." They suck in a breath through their teeth, shrugging their shoulders in a dramatic move that's meant to be humorous. "I'm just trying to figure out what's so special about you, that's all."

Rainn's eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

L's face falls and they look at Rainn with as much annoyance as they can muster. "Oh, please," they deadpan. "Don't act humble."

Rainn opens their mouth, but no words escape. They shut their lips before shaking their head once and blurting out a small: "What?"

L sucks in a sharply through their nose. "All MC could do was talk about how amazing you are. It was annoying, considering they were cutting into my beauty sleep."

Rainn's brows knit together, and L catches them smoothing down their shirt. "Really?" they ask, voice quiet.

The elevator doors ding open. And L steps out, waving a hand behind them. "I'll bill you for the hotel room I've inevitably going to get if I keep losing sleep. See you."

Rainn steps out, waving awkwardly. "Uh. Sorry? Bye!"

#mail #about: rainn #about: l #lol this one was kinda unserious :P

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mnm-inc-miles · 2 years

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DALLAS X RAINN – JULY 2022

A bounding of my hands.

Rain.

The pounding in my head.

Pain.

Don’t give up.

The mantra of my life the last couple of weeks. Somehow, they found me. Despite my identity change. Come to think of it, choosing to be an actor and turning out successful to say the least, was not exactly keeping a low profile. I had tried, for a year to avoid acting, but failed. I was drawn to it, it was in my blood to perform. There was no escaping it.

But why now? How after thirty or so years? I thought maybe because I was slightly more “famous” now that I had Marvel money…but even that was a few years ago. So even that didn’t feel like it made too much sense.

Inhale.

Try to keep it together.

Hold it...

Just don’t fall apart.

Exhale.

The door swung open violently as it always did. A younger man came over and smacked me hard across the face. “Are you ready to talk now?”

I shook my head, “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about…” another blow to the face. It hurt more than ever because it had finally gone raw from all the abuse. I was fairly numb to the pain, it wasn’t a stranger to me. It had been such a long time but once it became constant the past crept up fast. Funny how much your thoughts rifle through the tragedies in your life when you’re devoid of hope. I guess that’s not funny. But…when it hurts you laugh and maybe trick yourself in to believing it is…

“Tell me the truth. What happened that night?”

I sighed and shook my head. Any words that I might say would only be met with violence. That was the pattern, and now the trauma of my childhood was taking over. I was drawing into myself, shutting down. Words were becoming lost before they even hit my throat, stuck somewhere in the pit of my stomach with the many knots that continued to grow.

“I’m talking to you.”

“I don’t…” Smack. I shook my head and spit out some blood. My breathing was heavy.

“Start again.” I shook my head, too afraid to speak. He kicked me hard in the side and left. I let my head hang low as I tried to stabilize my breathing. Closing my eyes I wished for a miracle. Something…someone had to save me, or at the very least, just end it. I started to cry because that was the first time I felt like I wanted to die since I was a child. I was giving up. I was so reverted in my mental state that my hope was gone and my desire to push on was dying. I slumped further down until my elbow caught my body and I collapsed to the ground. Tears continued to fall until I finally fell asleep.

The sound of shouting.

Pop, pop.

The vibration of feet above.

Ka-boom.

The smell of smoke.

My eyes opened wide and I looked around, trying to get a bearing on my surroundings. Trying to understand what was happening. I saw smoke begin to billow in under the door. The house was on fire, there was no doubt, and no one was going to save him. Don’t give up. I shook my head and couldn’t bring myself to stand yet. I felt defeated. I watched the smoke grow and I inhaled a good puff and coughed. I shook my head and stood immediately. I will not die here.

“Help!” he screamed. “Help, someone!! Help me, someone’s in here…” there was a small window in the basement but it was underground. No one would hear him. “FUUUUCK!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. “HEEEEEELP! FUUUCK HELP!” and he resorted to screaming as loud as he could.

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Stories To Be Told: PART 13

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We settled into the room for Mind Stilling. I stretched out my wings behind me to sit more comfortably, holding back the wince.

Nesta, Emerie and Gywn did a good job at trying not to seem overly anxious to hear what I had to say, but I could still easily tell with all the glances they sent my way.

“I visited Ironcrest with Azriel, for a mission for Rhys,” I began. They immediately were watching me with careful gazes, as if wanting to glean every single detail.

“Ambroz, the lord, was there. He acted all glad to see me and have me and all that. He was the person who, back before Rhys was High Lord, tried to clip me before I escaped. Turns out, he is actually my father and the reason I have so many powers. He invited us into his home. We went in only for the mission. He made a bunch of questionable statements, until Azriel had to leave so that I could finish the task. As soon as the door shut, he stood and slapped me across the face.”

“That son of a bitch!” Emerie growled.

“I pulled a dagger, naturally,” I continued. “But he slapped it away and held me down. It got to the point when he had my wing in his hand and one of my daggers. Azriel burst in just as the knife made contact.”

Nesta seemed angry, Gwyn was also raging.

“I don’t remember much after that. It was a blur of pain. I ended up winnowing to Rainne’s grave. Somehow I ended up unconscious, only waking up when Azriel and Cassian came into the cave. And then you came- Nesta.”

Nesta nodded, remembering.

A blanket appeared from above, resting over my shoulders and wings. I moved, jerking around in a bit in shock, but soon realized that the House had been listening as well and had wanted to offer comfort. I didn’t chuckle, despite the irony.

“He doesn’t matter. He might be biologically related to you, but you choose your own family,” Emerie told me firmly. “Rhys, Cass and Azriel did it. I did it. Everyone chose their own family.”

I nodded blankly.

“If you want him dead, just say the word,” Nesta growled.

“He’s going to face some sort of death. He’s already locked up. I think Rhys is waiting to hear if I still want that killing blow,” I said. “Ambroz will die, and likely my brother will face some sort of justice too for selling me out.”

“He told Ambroz you were there?!” Gywn burst out. “I’m done. Your family is done. I claim you as a sister now.”

I smiled a little at that. Gywn grinned and then yanked me over to her, my face landing on her chest, but she didn’t let go. “My sister. I’ll kill anyone who gets too close.”

I smiled. I’d never had anyone be so protective. And yet the people here in Velaris seemed so fiercely protective of me. Ready to protect me with everything they had. I didn’t know if it was true, but I’d let myself bask in that feeling of belonging for a while longer.

“She’s my sister now too, then!” Emerie declared and stole me from Gywn, holding my head in her lap while my wings splayed out behind me.

Nesta laughed. “Y/N, you’ve got three new very deadly and protective sisters. Tell us who to murder.”

I couldn’t help the giggling that burst out. Then we all collectively broke down in laughter.

“Aren’t you all supposed to be doing Mind Stilling?” Cassian asked, popping his head in. “And what’s this about sisters?”

“Y/N is our sister and we’ll murder anyone who gets too close,” Emerie said, her laughter pausing for only a moment. Cassian’s concerned stare made us all break down again.

“Alright then,” Cassian chuckled. “I’ll make sure to warn Az not to argue with Y/N again, then. Certainly don’t want any murder anytime soon.”

Nesta had a huge grin on her face, the biggest I’d ever seen her with.

“Nesta, you wanna know what’s funny?” I asked.

She turned to look at me.

“I was warned you were pissy as hell on that first dinner. I think that was a lie.”

“I’m pissy with annoying males,” Nesta chuckled, then turned a challenging stare on Cassian.

“Oh shit, nope I’m out. Bye ladies!” Cassian called and left quickly, unwilling to brave Nesta’s pissy attitude.

“Do you dance Y/N?” Gywn asked as I sat up from Emerie’s lap.

I shook my head. “Never tried.”

Nesta smiled. “I’m teaching you. You’ve already got flow and balance, now you’ve got to just put it in with some dance moves.”

“Oh, you’ve got the best teacher in all of Pyrathian,” Emerie said. “Nesta is gorgeous when dancing.”

“I’m not that good,” Nesta protested.

“YES YOU ARE!” Cassian yelled from down the hall. I laughed. He was too nosey to leave.

“FUCK OFF!” Nesta yelled right back.

“LOVE YOU TOO NES!”

“I HATE YOU!”

“LOVE YOU EVEN MORE.”

I giggled, trying not to seem so entertained, but then Nesta turned back to us and we all collectively lost our shit again. It was nice to laugh, I decided.

When we finally got to Mind Stilling, I could barely focus, and I couldn’t just let everything wash over me like I usually could, but I tried. It was the beginning of healing, I tried to assure myself.

I wandered up to the training area, actually taking the stairs up there this time. I wanted to do something, anything with my hands. Or just stare. Who knows.

“Knew I’d find you here eventually,” Azriel broke the silence. I turned, alarmed I hadn’t heard someone come up. “You know you’re on healing leave, right?”

I grimaced. “I’m aware.”

Azriel stood beside me as I stared off the mountain, down in Velaris and just out- to wherever. “Mind Stilling didn’t help?”

I shook my head. “I’ve done this… healing before. Silence and training is what got me through last time.”

Azriel hummed. “Not very healthy, ignoring it all.”

I chuckled. “As if everyone doesn’t do the same, Azriel,” I answered.

“Still not healthy.”

“Whatever,” I sighed. “I need to do something before I explode.”

“I know you have a limp,” Azriel said, staring off into the landscapes with me. “Don’t even try to go against Madja’s advice. Next time she’ll keep you confined to her infirmary until you’re healed.”

“You speak from experience?”

“No, I listened most of the time. Cassian and Rhys however? Different story.”

“Rhys does seem to be that type. Didn’t expect Cassian to do it though.”

“Cass is very physical with everything. Affection, healing, whatever it is. He wants to be up and doing something,” Azriel explained.

“I guess I can see that,” I said, sitting down with my feet hanging off the edge now. My leg had started cramping. “What did Rhys want?”

“Information on the mission,” Azriel replied, sighing. “He wants to talk to you, but I warned him to give you at least time to heal physically.”

“Thank you,” I said, breaking my stare at the horizon to look down at my feet.

“Also,” Azriel said, an afterthought coming to him. “Rhys might want you to come to this bimonthly meeting at the Day Court. Autumn Court will be there as well. With the new High Lord, Eris.”

“Why would he want that?” I asked.

“Well, to say it in simplest terms, he wants to show off the shiny new shadowsinger and to show you off with Nesta, should you cut the ribbon.”

“Ribbon?” I asked, confused.

“Valkyrie induction ceremony. You cut the ribbon cleanly through and you’re a Valkyrie, should you choose it.”

I smiled. “That shouldn’t be too hard. I cut through rope in training.”

Azriel smiled. “No trouble at all.”

“When’s the meeting?” I asked.

“About 2 weeks. Choose a day when you’re healed to cut it. Nesta will be glad to have you in her ranks.” I hated the way he had to emphasize “healed.”

“So tomorrow then,” I laughed.

“Cassian forbid you to come for a week.”

“I’m gonna be so weak after that though!” I protested.

Azriel chuckled. “Tell you what. Once you lose the limp and wince when you open your wings, I’ll train with you in the afternoons.”

“You’ll already be tired.”

“I pulled 48 hours straight in the camps, so no, I won’t.”

“Why the hell did you do it for 2 days straight-“

“Punishment. I stole something,” Az explained.

“That’s cruel.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that bad. Rhys and Cass joined me for it, just because. We weren’t too far away from the Blood Rite, figured we’d get ready for the week.”

“How far did you make it?”

“Top of the mountain with them both.”

My eyes widened. “Damn. Actually no- you have 7 siphons, that tracks.”

“No magic or wings in the Blood Rite, remember?”

“Whatever,” I dismissed. “The Blood Rite is stupid. Just a way for males to kill who they don’t like.”

“Nesta and her group made it to the top. Nesta stayed behind to guard technically, but she made it in my eyes. Cass’s too.”

“Why the hell were they in the Blood Rite?“ I asked, a bit shocked that the females I’d been hanging out with had actual Illyrian titles and were once in one of the most insane competitions the Illyrians had.

“Let’s just say there was a lot of Night Court drama that didn’t make it to the public.”

I rolled my eyes. “There’s always more drama.”

“It seems to be a trend,” Azriel chuckled.

I hummed in agreement, feeling tired despite having slept most of the day away. I hoped I wouldn’t be like this for long. I hated this feeling of deep rooted exhaustion that haunted me, it made me feel vulnerable and useless.

“I’m sorry for not coming inside the house earlier,” Azriel said, sitting down beside me. “The wards in place stopped sound and I wanted to try and make sure you had enough time.”

I sighed. “It’s over now. I wish it could have happened differently too, but what happened, happened. Don’t blame yourself for this. I could’ve sent a shadow, or-“

“Now you’re blaming yourself,” Azriel observed. “Stop that.”

I rolled my eyes. “You get what I’m saying.”

One side of his lips turned up a little. “Yes, I do.”

I yawned, tears coming to my eyes from the force of it.

“Tired?” Azriel asked.

“Yes, but I fear sleep won’t cure this exhaustion,” I replied.

“It’d help though.”

I sighed. “I’m not going to sleep,” I said firmly. I wouldn’t tell him it’s because I’m afraid of the nightmares that might plague me. I won’t tell him I’m afraid to hear that voice again. I won’t tell him that I might just wake up and finally take that dagger to my throat like all those years ago.

Azriel sighed. “Alright. Would you like to take a walk around Velaris then?”

“I can’t get there,” I replied, cocking a brow in confusion.

“And why can’t you?”

I gave him a look. He didn’t show anything. “Look, you're the one who told me to listen to Madja,” I said, sighing.

“And why would that stop you?”

I raised a brow. “What are you saying, you’re talking all cryptid when you don’t need to be.”

“I could always carry you,” Azriel offered. “I carry others all the time. I carried you here.”

“With the wings, that’s hard,” I countered. “I’d rather not. And after… that, it was required since I felt half-dead.”

“It’s not, actually. I understand if you’d still rather not, but I swear it's not as hard as you’re making it out to be.”

I sighed, thinking for a moment before answering, “Fine, but you’d better not drop me.”

“I would never drop you,” Azriel swore.

I stretched a moment before standing up and facing Azriel who’d done the same as me. “Just grab onto my neck,” he instructed before leaning down and slipping his hand in the area between my wings and back, then under my knees and lifting me up with ease. I held back a yelp and immediately wrapped my arms around Azriel’s neck in shock.

“You fucker,” I swore, looking at him. “At least warn me.”

“You knew I was going to carry you,” he replied with a smirk. “Why, are you scared?”

“I will maul you to the ground,” I threatened.

Azriel crouched down a little and then shot up into the air. I held my wings tightly to my body, ignoring the brush against Azriel as we ascended into the sky.

“How many people without wings have you terrified doing this?” I asked over the wind.

“Many,” Azriel chuckled. “Most don’t open their eyes.”

I nodded, and felt my stomach go up to my chest as we started our descent. I didn’t say anything. But it felt really weird and made me a bit anxious when I wasn’t the one flying. The string from earlier tugged in my chest and I grit my teeth as we leveled out just above the buildings of Velaris.

“Should I visit my work to let him know I’ll be off for a while or should I just leave that to a letter?” I wondered aloud as Azriel came in for a smooth landing.

He didn’t reply, just swooped up and landed heavily on his feet, before setting me down gently. “If you’d like to visit, I can certainly be the excuse.”

I chuckled. “Alright, I guess that sounds good. We’ll make it through a few cool places on the way too.”

“Many cool places,” Azriel agreed. “Don’t tell Madja I let you walk on that leg.”

“I’m walking?” I asked, sending a cheeky grin in his direction. He scoffed and chuckled. I started walking in the direction I knew was the docks. Azriel walked beside me. I tried to hold back the limp, but it was honestly just stressing my leg more, so I stopped and just hobbled down the street.

Jewelry caught my eye in one store.

“You like jewelry?” Azriel asked curiously as he saw my longer than necessary glance.

A small smile trailed onto my face. “Some things about me are feminine, Azriel. I’m not all warrior. Jewelry just fascinates me. I don’t wear it too often though. Only thing I have are the 4 loops per ear really.”

Azriel trailed his gaze to my ears. Rounded, just like any other Illyrian. Two lower piercings and two high. All of them I got in the Winter Court and never really thought about it, with silver hoop earrings in them. “I didn’t even notice,” he chuckled.

A thought occurred to me. “By the way, why the hell is there a meeting at the Day Court, 3 days before Starfall?” I asked.

Azriel shrugged. “Just fell on an odd day this month.”

We made it to the docks. I spotted my boss and quickly explained. “Look, I’m going to be out for a while, I apologize. The Spymaster, here, is forcing me to heal and the High Lord wants me to attend a meeting.”

My boss was dumbfounded. “You know the High Lord?!” He burst out suddenly, looking at Azriel and then at me. “What the hell.”

I blushed. “Uh, yeah. I stay at the House of Wind. Train as a Valkyrie, like Nesta?”

“Take as much time as you need in that case. Holy hell I need to reevaluate my life choices. What are you healing from, if I’m allowed to be concerned?” My boss asked, running his hands through his beard, as if nervous now that he knew I worked with the High Lord.

“Incident in Illyria. Don’t worry about it,” Azriel answered for me when he saw me hesitate. Internally, I thanked him.

My boss nodded. “Alright, just come back when you’re able to Y/N.”

I smiled and dipped my head, then motioned for Azriel to follow me off the docks, skillfully avoiding other workers, farther into Velaris.

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