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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Joseph Quinn falls for a peasant.

Joseph Quinn x Plus size reader

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Ok I'm gonna dabble into this real world type setting. Because my heart aches.

Warning: language, and angst.

Not proof read and no word count

Summary: life is hard for Joe. He loves all the attention he's getting but it makes it hard to find a nice girl. But one day changes everything.

If you would like a part 2. Please let me know. If not. Well I'm gonna write it anyways. This is my swamp and I do as I please. Kay love ya bye.

Part 1: what ifs?

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It's been a year since Stranger Things and Joe is still at the forefront of everyone's mind. The sudden eruption of his career was overwhelming for him. Of course he was used to the small interactions he got before he portrayed the character famously know as Eddie Munson. But after just a mere 20 minutes of screen time changed his life forever. Trying to adjust to this added fame was hard to say the least. Constant travels to places that he only dreamt of going where now his new normal. Hotel rooms where his new scene. To be honest, he hated it. The stupid TSA, the continuous harassment he got from obsessive fans got to be too much. Sure he loved all those who supported him and got him to where his is now. But sometimes he would just like to rest. To top things off he was lonely. Even being in a room full of people there solely to see him, it still felt like no one really saw him. Besides the men and women who threw themselves at him. He was 29 about to be 30 and he still lives with his parents in south London. Not that he minded it. But he wanted to take care of his mum and his family that have supported him through out his journey. That's why he agreed to do modeling too. He wanted to earn enough to get his parents a house. So he was on a constant move. But his was missing something or someone. He met a lot a good looking woman. Some not so nice. But none the less still women who were interested in him. Weeding through the real ones not full with lust was harder than he thought it would be.

After a while he decided since he spent so much time in America he would get an apartment there. But definitely not in LA. He hated LA. It was just to much for him. So he decided to get a studio apartment in Seattle. Close enough to California but far enough to not be bothered so much when he would film and model. He picked a lovely place that was high up that he could over look the city. He liked Seattle so much because it reminded him of the weather in London. He would go out to this small tavern to drink and sometimes play a song or 2. They had an open mic night twice a week and he loved it. He would always wear outfits to hide his identity. But every once in a while someone would recognize him.

One morning he was walking to a small coffee shop to get a tea when he bumped into a woman coming out while he was going in. Spilled her drink all over her.

" Oh I-I I'm so sorry."

Your were holding your shirt away from yourself. "It's ok. I should have been paying attention"

He watched as you took off your hand bag and jacket.

" Could you please hold this?" You said holding out your things to him.

For some reason or another you didn't look at him. You had taken off your shirt leaving you in a black spaghetti strap under shirt.

" I'm so sorry. Please let me buy you another drink" he offered.

You shook your head an took your jacket and bag back. " No that's ok. Thank you but I'm running late."

That's when you finally looked at him.

Oh my god! That's Joseph Quinn.

" Umm you have a good day." You said before turning heel and sped walked away.

He called after you, but you were already crossing the street.

Does she not no who I am?

He was dumbfounded. Normally people recognize him instantly. But you didn't really give him the time of day. He went into the shop and order a tea. That's when he saw a familiar look the servers gave to him.

" Oh my god Joseph Quinn" one of the employees said.

" Ello love." He loved at the reaction he got.

After a few pictures and autographs he spoke to one of the employees about the woman who had just left. He found out that you were a regular. That you went every Friday in the early mornings. But today you were running late. He wanted to see you and apologize again. At the very least get your name. Which he did. And from the information he received, he found out you worked in a building up the street. He wanted to come back the next Friday but he was going to Milan for a fashion show. So it was gonna have to wait.

...

Did that really just happen? What the actual fuck.

Making your way up the block to work you couldn't help but think about who the hell you just ran into and who you walked away from without so much as a hello.

No that can't be him.

As you made your way into the building you opened up the office and turned on the light. There were already a few clients waiting for you. You had set up the front desk and turned on yours and Brenda's computer. You and her were receptionist/ assistants in a lawyers office. Normally you were never late. But last night you decide to get high with your best friend Colin who came to visit from Minnesota. You met Colin when you lived in Wisconsin a few years back. But when he went to college you had a job opportunity in your favorite city. So you packed up and moved to Seattle after your 6 year relationship ended.

The day was filled with clients and small talk with Brenda. She was this nice older woman who had been working there for the greater part of her life.

You were sitting in the break room picking at your salad still thinking about the guy you ran into this morning.

" What's is it hun?"

You looked up to Brenda who was making her way to the table.

" Uh nothing I'm just not that hungry."

" How is that when all you eat are salads?"

"I'm trying this keto diet. I really need to lose some weight. The doctors said that it's the reason why I can't sleep. I even have a stupid sleep study on Sunday."

" Oh you're gonna get a CPAP machine. Those things are a pain."

" Yeah. I just hope I don't need one. So I'm trying to drop a few pounds. Maybe that will help with my snoring."

" Sure sure. So what are your plans for the day?"

" Colin? That's the gay one right?"

Your face filled with excitement. " Oh man Colin is here for a few days so I'm gonna take him to see Wicked."

" So when are you gonna start seeing someone?"

He's literally my only friend.

You nodded.

" Hun don't let work run your life. You are young. It's time to start getting out there."

" What? No please we work too much to have a life like that."

You hadn't dated anyone since Lucas. You guys actually had gotten engaged when you realize that he wasn't the one for you. He was upset of course but he understood that the marriage would have never worked out if the love wasn't mutual.

You went home around 4:30 and found your bestie doing some light reading.

" Poop! I've missed you." You said walking over to the couch.

" Bitch where have you been all my life?"

You laughed and hugged him. " So you're moving here with me right? I have a spare room."

" I wish. But I have one more year until I graduate and get my teaching license."

" Then you're gonna move here? There's loads of schools you can work at."

" Yeah that will be cool. Just don't give my room away or we're fighting."

" Oh poop I would never." You pouted

" So I have to tell you something."

You nodded and sat back against the couch.

" So I have this guy friend right. And I really like him but he's like straight."

You raised an eyebrow.

" Yeah yeah I know. Unavailable. But I just can't help it he's so fucking hot."

" Is that right?"

" Oh man y/n you don't even know. Here let me show you."

You watched as he opened Instagram and pulled up the guys profile. He was cute. Super cute. Totally Colin's type.

"Nice."

" I know right! We work at target together and man I just can stop looking at him. Do you think I can turn him to the dark side."

" Well poop I don't know. Does he have a girlfriend or anything?"

" No I don't think so. My Friend Cassie's said that she's never seen him with anyone. OH SHIT! Ok check this out. So one day we were working and Cassie started to freak out. She went to a customer and she asked for a hug and a picture. So I went over there with her and I'm like ' Who are you?' and he laughed and said that he wished more people were like me. Anyways after he left Cassie was so fucking happy. She said that he played some character in Stranger Things. Some guy named Eddie."

Your mouth dropped.

" Yeah right! So anyways that's when Ben..the hot straight guy I'm in love with came up and was like 'Oh my god his accent is so hot' and that got me wondering."

" Wait wait hold on...back that's shit up. Are you telling me you met Joseph Quinn?"

" Umm I guess."

" You guess!" You pulled out your phone and showed him a picture of him that you pulled up from Google. "Is this the guy?"

" YEAH! Oh my god. He's so fuck fine."

I mean yeah but

" Anyways soooo he said that he was hot right. Like I couldn't have made that up. So there might be a chance you know?"

" Ok ok. Yes that sounds a bit sus. But I don't know. Just ask."

" What?! I can't do that you know me."

" Yes I do poop. And I know you've gotten better at talking to guys. So just try."

" Yeah. I should just talk to him. Hey want to smoke?"

" Of course my horse." You got up and opened a window while Colin pulled out a blunt.

You sat back down. " so I can't believe you met Joseph Quinn. That's so fucking crazy. I could swear I ran into him this morning."

Taking a hit he passed it to you. " Bitch you know he lives here right?"

You shook your head and let out the smoke until you couldn't hold it anymore. "Nope. I don't look him up or anything. He's kinda just everywhere. I try not to get on social media because he's literally all I see."

" Well I do. He's 29 and he lives here sometimes to be closer to work. But he hates Americans and he really hates LA."

"Really?"

Then why the hell would he do that?

" Yeah and his birthday is coming up in a few months."

"Colin are you stocking the poor guy?"

" Well no and yes. Did you know he can actually play the guitar?"

" Umm yeah I saw a video once on TikTok."

" Oh shit come here. I'll show you all the shit I've seen. Man if this guy said for me to hop on his dick I wouldn't question it."

Same

"Gross"

The rest of the night Colin was going on an on talking about Joseph and his new love interest.

...

After an amazing weekend you said your goodbyes to your best friend. Monday morning was a weird one. Brenda was already there. You walked into the office and saw a bouquet of flowers on the counter. Brenda peaked her head to the side.

" Hey pretty flowers."

" They're for you."

Me?

" Who are they from?" You asked smelling the flowers.

" A Mr. Joe Quinn."

WHAT?! HOW?! WHAT?!

" What?"

" He's cute." Brenda said while holding up an autograph picture of Eddie Munson. " Is this the guy from Stranger Things?"

You didn't answer from the shock to your system.

"Y/n it is him. When did you start seeing-" Brenda paused to read the back of the photo. "To Miss y/n, please accept the flowers and an apology for the mishap that happened on Friday. I know your wondering how I found you. Well technically I did not. I sent out a few bouquets to all the offices in the building in hopes one would find you. My apologies again. I hope to see you soon. Possible have a drink?" Sincerely Joe."

He remembers me. Also how did he know my name?

" Umm let me see that." You held out your hand to take the photo from Brenda. You studied it and reread it again."

" Friday? That was they day you didn't have your normal Friday shirt on. Did you sleep with him?"

You shot your head up to look at her. " God no Brenda. What kind of woman do you think I am?"

"Hey no judgement here. He's a very handsome. If only I was 30 years younger."

" Stop it. I was running late that day and I rushed out of the coffee shop down the street and we ran into each other. Spilled my coffee all over me. I took off my shirt and when I finally saw him I was too shy to introduce myself . Anyways, I left in a hurry because well I was late."

" Did he introduce himself?"

You shook your head.

"hmm I wonder what he means by seeing you again. Would you go out for a drink with him?"

" umm no. He's famous no way would we be able to have a normal conversation without interruptions."

" Well maybe you could have him over to your place. Or maybe vice versa."

" I wouldn't even know how to get a hold of him"

" Hmmm let's see." Brenda opened up a browser while you grabbed the flowers and set them behind you on the desk.

You smelled them once more before looking to see what Brenda was doing.

How to get a hold of Joseph Quinn?

"Oh sweet baby Jesus Brenda don't do that. I don't want to hang out with him?"

" You liar. I can tell you like him."

" No I don't even know him to like him."

" Well you find him attractive then. I can definitely see why. You see how big his eyes are. Like a baby cows eyes....so pretty."

Yeah they are.

" See look it lists his American agent phone number." Brenda pointed out and grabbed the phone.

" NO! BRENDA PLEASE DON'T." You tried to hang up the company phone but she kept you from it.

She quickly dialed the number while you begged her.

" Shhh it's ringing."

" Brenda please." You pleaded but she held up a finger to shush you. You could feel your eyes swell from embarrassment.

" Hi. Hello is this Joe Quinn agent?" Brenda listen while you shook your head. Tears threatening to leave you.

" yes I'm calling about some flowers that were delivered to y/n.....Yes uh huh she got them.....yes that's why I called I'm her assistant and I would like to schedule something.......oh out of the country.....uh huh....so when will Mr. Quinn be returning?.....ok how about we schedule something for let's see."

Brenda looked at you and just kept mouthing no's.

"Ok she will be available this Thursday for lunch.... perfect sounds great thank you... goodbye."

Your head was in your hands.

Oh my god this is not happening. This has to be a joke.

"See not that hard."

" I hate you Brenda."

" That's ok a lot of people do. Can I keep this?" She said holding up the picture.

" Sure"

Why would he want to see me again? Wasn't the flowers enough? I thought it was too much.

...

The rest of the week was agonizing. You could not stop thinking about your upcoming appointment. It couldn't have been really right. Joseph doesn't do shit like this.

After calling Colin he convinced you to just go to lunch with him. And though you honestly didn't want to you decide on it. It's not that you didn't like him, because obviously he's gorgeous. It's just what on earth would someone with such popularity want to share a meal with someone so...well plain.

Waiting outside the small mom and pop shop under your apartment, you were having doubts. You were early so you could look at the menu and find something without sugar or carbs. But there was little to nothing. But you were definitely gonna order something. You didn't want him to think that you were just another girl trying to hide the amount of food you ate. That's when you saw a red Porsche pull up and park.

Oh fuck

...

After his run in with you, Joe immediately called his assistant to get flowers sent out. He had him attach a signed copy of a photo of Eddie Munson in hopes that maybe if you didn't recognize him that maybe now you would. Then maybe give him a chance to make it up to you.

" Joe! How was it?"

When he finally got to Milan there were troves of fans and models. Most of them being incredibly beautiful. After a long night of photos and interviews he was able to get some rest in a hotel. His phone went off. He looked and it was Jamie face timing him.

" Good mate. Real good."

" Fantastic. When are you coming back?

"I should be back in Seattle on Monday morning."

" Great! So I'm having a party on Friday. Please come. There will be food and drinks, women."

" Yeah sounds good mate."

" Perfect! So any lovelies joining you tonight?"

" No Jamie you know I don't bring anyone back."

" Well you need to. It's already hard being in this business. But doing it alone is so much harder."

" You know I've been looking. It's unbelievable difficult finding someone who is real. And actually nice. Instead of pretending to be just so they can see me. Then completely change course when I do give them a chance."

" Well you either need to lower your standards mate or find someone who isn't in this business."

Joe was quiet for a moment. Y/n.

"Joseph? Have you met someone?"

"Well not officially" he said rubbing the back of his neck.

" Alright. Spill the tea."

Joe went on about the encounter he had with the pretty woman at the coffee shop.

" Oh Joseph. Oh no. Joseph you didn't."

"Well what was I suppose to do mate. I needed her to know who I was."

" But you sent her an autograph"

Fuck

"I understand it was too much."

" You think?" Jamie said sarcastically

" Yes but what if she actually didn't know who I was?"

" I'm sure she does. You're Americas sweetheart. Everyone knows you."

"Then why wouldn't she ask for a picture or anything?"

" Maybe it's because she was running late to work. Or maybe she's not that big of a fan. Or she's doesn't care that your famous. Who knows? So has your assistant gotten back to you yet?"

" No. I don't think the bouquets won't be there until Monday."

" Oh so is it too late to take out the photo?"

" Yes it's already gone to the florist."

" Well good luck with that. And if you do get a chance to officially meet and it turns out you like her. Bring her to my party and let us meet her. And we will give you the approval." Jamie winked and hung up before Joe could protest.

He got ready for bed sending a text out to him mum and his assistant. The assistant got back to him right away saying the flowers were still pending.

Please get them. He thought before falling asleep.

...

Monday morning he got off the plane and made his way to his car. Once in he looked at his phone and turned off airplane mode. He immediately got a text from his assistant

'Lunch appointment on Thursday with Miss y/n l/n. Meet at Lola's cafe.'

He was excited. You got his gift and you didn't freak out about the other thing attached to the flowers. He looked at the address and smiled. It wasn't far from his loft. He loved that place. It had the best carrot cake he's ever tasted.

Thursday couldn't come soon enough. He was anxious. Surprising to say the least. He was always shy. And the fact that he did anything like this was not like him at all. But he was glad he did it. He wanted to get there early so he could see if they had his favorite cake. He saw you standing outside waiting.

He parked his car and tried to calm his nervousness. It's been a while since he felt like this. And he didn't know it but you were feeling the same way.

I see you're early as well.

He got off the car with his assistant to greet you but he tripped on the curb. Not paying any attention to the big step up. He almost fell but caught himself. He was looking at you hoping beyond hope you didn't see that. But you had dropped your body a bit and leaned forward to try and catch him if he did fall. Your face was filled with concern. He liked it. But once you saw that he was fine you gave him a soft smile and shook your head.

Joe nodded for his assistant to go inside while I'm could have a moment alone with you.

" Ello. I'm Joe."

" Yes. Nice to meet you. I'm y/n."

You held out your hand for a shake and he took it. Your hands were so soft and warm. He didn't want to let it go but deemed it inappropriate.

" I hope your hungry this place has the best food. And their carrot cake is to die for."

Your smile was so lovely he wished it would never go away.

" Why thank you. I make it for them."

" You do?" He was taken back.

You giggled. " Yes the owners are my landlords. And I help make their desserts sometimes. That's my apartment right up there." You pointed at the top of the building

You live close to me then? Perfect.

" Oh that's wonderful. Well your going to have to show me how you make that next time."

Next time. There's gonna be a next time? You thought

" So shall we?" He asked holding the door open for you.

" Yes thank you." You replied going in.

Polite and beautiful.

You guys put in your orders and sat down. After a few seconds of awkward silence Joe apologize again. You told him it was fine. That it was just an accident and that he didn't have to buy you lunch or send gifts.

He was gonna respond when the server came with food and drinks. You looked at him and smiled. You did the sign of the cross and muttered 'thank you Jesus for this food' under your breath.

He grinned at you when you did this. He was gonna speak again but a crowd of people came in and were being unruly loud.

You looked up and saw a gaggle of girls staring at Joseph's back.

" Looks like you have some visitors." You said nudging your head towards the females.

He turned and his heart sank. Just once would he like to have a meal in public without being bothered. Especially now that he was sharing a meal with you. He turned back around to face you.

" I'm so sorry."

You just grinned. "Don't be sorry. They are here for you. Go. Or else they will never stop staring."

He nodded and made his way outside with the crowd following him and his assistant. After about 20 minutes of photos and signing away he still had a line of people waiting for him.

" Hey Tim is there anyway we can go back in. I really would like to spend some time with y/n."

" Oh I'm sorry sir. She left 5 minutes ago. She said she was sorry but she had to go back to work. But she did give me this."

Joe felt awful. Seems like you two wouldn't be able to have any time alone. He took the piece of paper from his assistant and stepped back from the fans to read it.

It was the recipe for the cake. He smiled. He must absolutely see you again. This time just you two. After about an hour he had his assistant try and set up a dinner date for tonight. But your assistant gave him your number so Joe could call you personally. It's been a while since he's done that. Normally his friends and family were the only ones who knew his personal line. But for some reason he didn't mind if you had it.

Once he got to his loft he called. It rang about 4 times before you answered.

" Hi. Umm can you please remove my number from you call list. I would really appreciate it. Thank you."

Joe's eyes widen when you hung up.

Wait what?

So instead of calling you again he messaged you.

" Ello love it's Joe from lunch. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tonight?"

You looked at your phone and almost fainted.

Oh my god. I just hung up on Joseph Quinn. Fuck me!

Instead of texting him back you called him.

He answered right away.

" Ello."

" Hey Mr Quinn I'm so sorry I thought you were a telemarketer."

He chuckled " You can call me Joe and it's completely a'right. I understand."

" I uhh. How did you get my number if you don't mind me asking?"

" Your assistant gave it to my assistant."

"My assistant?"

" Uh yes Brandy I believe."

" Ohhh you mean Brenda. Yeah that lady is such a meddler."

" Oh why's that?"

" Ok Quinn can I be honest with you?"

" Always."

You cleared your throat. " So Brenda is not my assistant. We are actually both receptionist/assistant at the law offices of Mark and Decker. She was the one who signed for the flowers and the one to read your note. Once I told her that I didn't plan or even know how to get ahold of you. She took it upon herself to set up the lunch."

" So you're saying you went out on a date with me under protest?"

Shit

What? That was a date? You freaked

" Umm no not at all. It was really nice of you to show. I thought I was being punked or something."

" Didn't that show get cancelled?"

" I'm not sure. I think so."

"I'm sure you wouldn't. So what's this about dinner?" You tried not to sound to egger.

" Oh no love I wouldn't do that to anyone."

Oh my Lord. If he keeps calling me that I will pass the fuck out.

" Yes of course, I was wondering if you cared to join me for supper?"

"That's sounds nice. But umm do you mind if we don't go out in public?"

" I was just about to ask you the same thing."

" Oh great thank you. Would you like to come over to my place? I had already taken out some chicken for dinner if you don't mind."

"No I don't mind at all. Should I bring a bottle of wine?"

" You can for yourself. I'm sorry I don't drink."

"Oh that's fine I'll just bring some punch or something."

" Don't worry about it. I have everything here. Just come around 7?"

" Absolutely. I'll be there."

" Great. Umm see ya soon."

" Yes. Um be seeing you."

He hung up the phone. He was so damn nervous he had to take a puff of his inhaler to be able to breath again. He was so excited that he went to his closet and looked for a proper outfit for a date that was 5 hours away. That's when his received a text. He thought for a moment that you were gonna cancel on him but to his relief it was Tim.

Tim reminded him about his flight tomorrow to LA in the early morning. He had to do an interview on Jimmy Fallon again with Jamie, Sadie, and Joe. Then after, celebrate with Jamie and the others. But now that he was able to see you again. He didn't want to go. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with you before he was off again to a different show or whatever Con he was booked to go to.

After you hung up you sunk to the break room floor. You had been walking around trying to calm yourself when you were talking to him. You could not believe this was happening. You wished someone would punch you in the face so that you could wake up from this dream. When Brenda came in to check on you. You explained to her what just happened and what you were thinking. That's when she leaned down and smacked the shit out of you.

You gasped as your head turned from the slap and your eyes watered. You looked back at her. Not believing she actually just hit you.

"See hun your fine. This is really happening. And you have a date with Joseph fucking Quinn. Now get your ass up and get back to work."

You nodded and got up still in shock.

Holy shit I'm having dinner with Joseph fucking Quinn.

...

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gunterfan1992 · 4 years

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Interview with Half Shy (the songwriter of “Monster”)

For the last few months, I’ve been collecting information for a second edition of Exploring the Land of Ooo that will also cover the production of Distant Lands. This means that I’ve started to look into the new songs that we have been graced with this year, and this of course includes “Monster,” the beautiful track from the masterpiece that is “Obsidian”. And so I reached out to the song’s writer, Half Shy, who was kind enough to chat with me via email about the songwriting process!

(Photo courtesy of Half Shy)

In many ways, Half Shy is living the creative Adventure Time fan’s dream: She got asked by Adam Muto himself to write a song for “Obsidian” after he heard her music through Bandcamp! (I’ve dabbled in fan music before, and the fact that someone from the show might listen to it just blows my mind.) What an opportunity; I am so excited for her!

Since a second edition of my book won’t be coming out until after all the Distant Lands episodes air, I thought it would be best to share my Half Shy interview now. Read on for the fascinating behind the scenes story of how Half Shy and “Monster” came to be..

GunterFan: What is your origin story? How did you get involved in music, and how did the Half Shy project come to be?

Half Shy: I’ve been making music pretty quietly since I was in high school with a keyboard and guitar. I played one or two shows a year after college when I could find a friend or my brother to get up on stage with me, but I don’t really have that performer gene in me naturally. I get too much in my head and forget what the lyrics are to the song I wrote, or what the next chord is. Total brain freeze. So that whole experience is a bit of a mental drain. It’s something I think I’d like to dig into and figure out, but right now I’m really enjoying the time writing.

Even playing a song for my friends I still get pretty nervous. That’s where the name Half Shy comes from. I’ve always been interested in making things that by their nature draw a bit of a spotlight, but at the same time, I am just really quite nervous about the attention.

I recorded my first songs under my old name Hey V Kay in my bedroom and started putting them up online one at a time. When I got enough I thought about packaging it up into an album, but then got really distracted by learning how to fix up motorcycles and going to automotive tech school. When I eventually got back around to it I named the album Gut Wrenching.

After a few years I realized that I didn’t want the day-in-day-out life of a mechanic, I just wanted to know how to fix cars for myself and to have that knowledge in my back pocket. I got back into making music but grew frustrated at the process of writing and recording songs. I felt like I wasn’t able to capture the ideas I had in my head. Like trying to draw on your computer with a mouse. Doable, but it’s not going to come out like you’d hoped.

So these last couple of years I’ve focused more on learning the technical aspect of it, from the initial ideas and lyrics, to the recording and mixing. During that process I put out Bedroom Visionaries, and while writing I happened upon the name Half Shy in an old Thesaurus which felt instantly right. Learning all of that has been fun, I even went as far as to create my own book to solidify a daily writing routine (lyricworkbook.com). All that has been a bit of a tangent from actually making much music though. I should be getting my books in December from the press so I’m really looking forward to getting back into making more music instead of dealing with printing presses, setting up websites, and sourcing ribbon suppliers.

GF: What is the story behind "Monster"? How did the show get in contact with you?

HS: I keep a log of “Song Starters” with neat things I’ve heard in the world, and I would look through it every now and then and notice just how many came from Adventure Time. Eventually I thought well, I have to make a song about this show that just keeps breaking my heart. It was around the time I was nearly done with the first [Adventure Time-inspired] song “In My Element” that I got an email from Bandcamp saying “someone bought your album (Bedroom Visionaries).”

I get maybe one or two of these a month at most so I love to go in and say hi to the person and say thanks, be curious about who they are, [and] what they’re all about. Turns out it was Adam Muto, the executive producer of the show. (I asked and he has no idea how he happened upon my stuff. He guessed that I must have tagged something #adventuretime and he just happened to see it.) So I sent him an email saying, “Hey wow thanks for checking out my tunes. Also... holy crap you’ve made the best show I have ever seen in my life.” [I] played it real cool like. After finishing up writing my second [Adventure Time-inspired] song “Betty” I couldn’t help but fangirl real hard [and I sent him another message saying], “I’m sorry this is probably awkward, but I really love your show and I wrote these songs about it.” He was incredibly kind and shared them with his Twitter Universe, and a while after that I got a random email from him saying basically, “Hey, I’m working on this thing I can’t talk about, would you be interested?” I was like… well you know I’m pretty busy working at a sign shop so I’m gonna have to pass on this once in a lifetime opportunity (J/K. Obviously I fan-girl squealed and said yes immediately).

We chatted a bit about what the project was going to be and the direction. He mentioned there [would be] two Marceline songs in the special, [and he asked if I] would I be interested in giving the love song a try? Trying real hard to suppress my instant imposter syndrome I was like, “Yea, totally I’d be into giving that a shot!” So I read through the story and loved the idea of the dragon mirrored in Marceline, thinking through how they’ve both built up a protective shell, how she grew tough for a reason, but now she can open up and be vulnerable with PB.

From there I wrote the initial demo with the first two verses mostly intact and we went back and forth a few times editing it down into the final version. I recorded the final parts for the show in my little home studio in Seattle.

GS: When you were writing the song, what emotions, thoughts, or ideas were you channeling? Was there any sort of memory of event that you were trying to artistically "catch" or "recreate" with the lyrics or music?

HS: As far as channeling an emotion, generally I’d say just the experience of existing as a human. It can be so hard to open up and be vulnerable. I can remember that feeling even as a young kid—getting really excited about something and having someone completely trash it or look at you like, “Why are you so interested in that? It’s dumb.” [It causes us to grow] a little more weary to share ourselves because we know that hurt and embarrassment. The pain of being misunderstood is something I think a lot of us can relate to. Then having to decide whether to keep sharing those vulnerable parts of yourself or think, “They’re just not going to get it, I’m going to get hurt, so why bother?” and then stop putting yourself out there. You lose a lot with that thick armor though. You might feel protected, but you’re not feeling a whole lot of anything else other than the weight and chafing of it (I had a whole lot of armor-related metaphors that I didn't end up using.).

I struggle with this in songwriting too. I’m not the bolt-of-lightning type. There are pages and pages of cliches, total garbage, bad jokes, and cheesy lines that I have to get through in order to get to something that I am excited to put out there into the world: “Here I did this thing, I know it’s a little (this or that), but I made it... What do you think?” It’s hard to open yourself up to hearing the other end of that question.

I filled about 5 little pocket notebooks just thinking through the story, ideas, and trying to get this song right. I wanted it to feel familiar and honor the past songs of the show ([e.g.,] using the ukulele and referencing a few of the familiar chords from “I’m Just Your Problem”) but also be pretty open and vulnerable and different for [Marceline]. [I wanted to] show that she’s going through some tough emotions but also figuring herself out and growing.

GF: I feel like “Monster” is, at its core, an ode to the “Bubbline” ship. How do you feel about your song being intimately connected to one of the most famous LGBTQ+ relationships in animation? Do you have any general thoughts on Marcy and PB, Bubbline, etc.?

HS: Oh, I’m a total fan girl of Bubbline. The whole story of how Rebecca Sugar and Muto slowly morphed it into this deeper relationship is just great. As a part of the LGBTQ community myself it really means so much to see the representation of characters like yourself portrayed in an intelligent way. Growing up I was too young to fully understand what was going on but I saw Ellen getting cancelled, and [I] heard people around me saying they’d never watch her show again after she came out. That stuff sinks in as a kid and so to have these characters who are not only intelligent, but funny, complex, and unapologetically strong who also happen to be queer is really great. I love that the story here isn’t about their orientation, but that they’re people struggling with how to be open and vulnerable in a relationship.

It feels like something sci-fi and animated shows do so well—to show that ridiculousness of limiting who a person should and shouldn’t love. Marceline is a 1000+ year old half-demon/vampire and PB was born from the Mothergum of an apocalyptic radioactive world, but you’re going to get hung up on them loving each other? It sort of brings it into perspective in a really interesting way.

GF: Do you have any other thoughts about the experience that you'd like to share?

HS: Just how lucky, thankful, and honored I feel to be a part of my favorite show, writing a song for one of my favorite characters. It’s also incredibly cool how the people on the show are so willing to connect and collaborate with their fandom. Everyone [on the production crew] was very open and a real joy to work with.

I’d like to give a huge “Thank you!” to Half Shy for agreeing to participate in this interview; she really was quite amiable! If you’d like to hear more of her music, check out her website and her Bandcamp. You can also follow her on Instragram here and on Twitter here. And of course, here is Half Shy’s awesome video of “Monster”.

#adventure time #atimers #adventure time distant lands #atdl #half shy #monster #bubbline #marceline #marceline the vampire queen #bubblegum #princess bubblegum #pb #adam muto #interview

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sweet-little-nerd-writer · 4 years

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Slime Rancher Ninjago AU (kinda)

Lloyd: On the range exchange, he only requests fruits and sometimes plorts. (I'm planning on making his sprite soonish.) He offers his range exchange up after you reach the moss blanket, which holds his most prized resource. (Mint mangos, but you didn't hear that from me.) He raises exclusively honey slimes, though he usually makes the pure slimes into largos to get more valuable plorts. his favorite honey largos to ranch are rad honeys, but also honey hunters. He just thinks they’re adorable (and, as you might be able to tell, there is no line between cute and dangerous in his mind.) He used to live with his parents on the ranch, but his father had radiation poisoning and burns, and it was taking a number on him, so his dad went back to earth to get treatment for the huge amounts of radiation that he had been exposed to from wrangling the slimes. His mother on the other hand, was studying the ancient ruins until she pretty much lived there. He was maybe 10 when he was first left to fend for himself on the ranch. He was looking for his mom in the ancient ruins when a little... incident happened, causing the time around him to speed up so exponentially that only a few seconds of real time had gone by, but he was suddenly sixteen when the time dilation stopped. Since then, he has had an exponential distaste for the ancient ruins and quantum slimes.

Zane: On the range exchange, his requests are quite rare, and are usually for plorts and the occasional silver parsnip order. He raises mosaic slimes, and dabbles a bit in slime science, you find out right away that he's a robot in his first starmail to you. He was an android programmed by an old rancher, even older than Hobson or Thora, that just couldn’t do his own job anymore. His creator had a husband with him that had died a few years prior to Zane’s creation, but Zane always viewed him as his father as well. The old rancher taught him how to ranch and wrangle slimes, and how to take care of them correctly before he passed on. Zane always had an affinity for the cold, but after seeing his first mosiac, he just couldn’t resist ranching the little guys. He was fireproof after all.

Cole: He only requests food on the range exchange, any types of food really! His orders evolve as you unlock areas accordingly (briar hens in the moss blanket and oca ocas when you unlock the indigo quarry are just a few examples.). He requests mostly veggies, with some orders for meat or fruit on the side. Though he says it's for the slimes, you can't help but suspect that he sometimes eats some of it himself! he raises rock slimes and crystal slimes. He never asks for mint mangoes though, and when asked, he says something about them tasting like toothpaste. Ever since he first heard of The Far, Far Range, it had always been his dream to go there. His father, however, had different plans for him. His father had always wanted his son to follow in his footsteps and become a performer, and wouldn’t even listen to cole’s protests as he forced him through dance classes, saying it was going to help him in the future. As soon as he could work, he worked his ass off at the best job he could find, saving it all up for that life changing trip. Every cent of the money he was given went into his fund to go and live on the far far range. As soon as he finished highschool, he said adios to his dad, taking only his giant jar of money and his climbing gear to start ranching.

Kai: He usually asks for plorts, probably to make himself a spot of money on the side to his jobs of taming and exploring the glass desert and raising fire slimes (causing the occasional ask for burnable items) He was actually the first ever person born on the far far range, born to a young couple making their mark on the world by only ranching slimes that they knew would be easily accessed by the poor. He was soon joined by his little sister, Nya. When he was twelve, their parents disappeared, leaving him and Nya to take care of the ranch.

jay: oh god does this guy make millions. He primarily works for mochi gathering quicksilver plorts, and as a side job with a hint of danger, he likes taking care of boom largos. at the first sign of a lucky or gold slime, he's off! he's also a walking slimepedia jesus. He's often cooped himself up at home when not working for mochi or chasing some rare slimes doing slime science! he mostly requests slime science materials (primordy oil, that kinda stuff) and plorts. Jay was the offspring of a rancher and a reality TV show

nya: she has some of the best trades in the game, even though some of them can be tricky, and it's worth time and effort completing her trades! She trades for slightly rare slimes (rad, crystal, and quantum, for example) and reimburses you with rare items and a good sum of newbucks! She, like her brother, raises the unconventional slime types of puddle slimes, but she's easily the most risky out of the group, because she has mastered The Wilds, though unlike odgen, she doesn't enjoy the kookadoba. she's also the one to call when a tarr outbreak occurs, as she's modified her vacpac to have a spray gun mode where it sprays water.

pixal: on the range exchange, she requests everything related to the ancient ruins, including phase lemons, quantum slimes, along with quantum plorts. she, along with her father cyrus research the ancient ruins, and they also dabble in slime science. she and zane are acquainted, mostly because their ranches are so close to eachother. she is the master of keeping quantum slimes. She is the robot assistant, and kind of daughter, of cyrus borg. They have a ranch near the ancient ruins, as most of their studies surround them. She also has a bit of a reason to believe that the ones who created the ruins in the first place were humanoid in form and in thinking process, though she has little proof of it.

this is all i’m gonna write for today cause my hands r tired.

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moominquartz · 5 years

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rating: T fandom: Steven Universe prompt: Secretly Drawing the Other warnings: None Apply word count: 3.4k requester: @kohakhearts

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Connie is in desperate need of a reference picture.

My first complete fic for Fluff Bingo, which is something solely in a writing discord I’m apart of! Yes, it was inspired by BTHB, but it’s fun to have something to go to when I’m all out of angst juice. :)

[Read on AO3!]

~*~

Connie has never been especially talented at anything outside of school. She wins only as many tennis matches as she loses, and she struggles with the advanced sheet music that most of her peers seem to pull off flawlessly. Her grades are always A’s, sure, but that hardly seems like talent or skill, only an ability to test well.

The one thing Connie has never allowed herself to itemize — never allowed herself to compare herself to others, no matter how tempting it is — is her ability to draw.

To be fair, she knows she isn’t very good. When she begins, she’s heavily influenced by the wide-eyed, shoujo anime she adores, and proportions are the furthest thing from her mind. She draws solely for the fun of it, for pure expression. She draws when she’s ecstatic, she draws when she’s angry, she draws when she’s so sad that her tears stain the pages.

It’s only pencil drawings, but they’re very personal to her, and it’s something she doesn’t want anyone knowing she’s doing. Her parents know, because they’re her parents and she needs them to buy her the sketchbooks and the pencils. None of her friends do.

No one except Steven.

“Whoa,” Steven whispers with wide, childlike awe as he holds her sketchbook between his hands. He cradles the book as if it were scripture bound in expensive, gilded leather. “Connie, you’re amazing.”

She blushes. “Oh, it’s not anything special.”

“Are you kidding?” He looks at her with such fervent belief that it throws her off-kilter. “Connie, I don’t know anything about drawing, but look at all the details you put in here!”

That isn’t quite true; Steven draws as well, though maybe not as frequently as she does. Still, she supposes she can see what he’s saying. Even though the proportions are way off and Archimicarus should not be double the size of Lisa’s head, Connie took the time to put in every accessory she loved into Lisa’s outfit. She was determined to make sure Lisa was recognizable, despite the fact that the movie hadn’t come out yet and nobody knew what Lisa was going to look like.

“Okay,” she murmurs, feeling high on the praise. “All right, I’ll take that. Thanks.”

He grins. “Will you show me more sometime?”

“Oh, uh… sure.” Flattered that he’d even ask, she agrees without thinking about it.

Connie starts to draw him. Not out of any intention, and certainly not because she wants to. It happens entirely by accident that she looks down at her sketchbook, struggling to find inspiration, and realizes she’s doodled his head in the corner.

It becomes commonplace that, when they’re spending time together — time not always spent doing something, but rather, sharing the same space and simply being — Connie will draw.

Sometimes Steven asks, but more often than not she says no. He takes absolutely no offense at all, and that’s part of why she likes him. He just lets her do her thing while he chugs through another playthrough of GolfQuest Mini or plans out his next TubeTube video.

Connie’s never been good at drawing real people. They’re even harder to get right than her anime characters. But the doodle doesn’t look entirely bad. It doesn’t look like Steven, but it doesn’t look bad.

And this is how Connie learns to use references: she stares at him while he doesn’t look at her.

She’s nervous at first, watching him while she draws. She’s afraid he’ll realize what she’s doing and draw attention to it. He’ll strike a pose or blush and say something about how she should be drawing someone else, or worse, he’ll ask to see it when she’s done. But Steven doesn’t do any of that. He keeps right on going, completely oblivious.

Connie gets pretty good at drawing him.

Years pass and Connie gets pretty damn good at drawing him.

The way she draws him changes with time. Her skills transform and puberty hits Steven like a freight truck. Every time she sees him, he seems to have grown a few inches. She hardly gets the chance to draw him more than once or twice while he’s in front of her. Once she reaches high school, she has far less time to just “hang out” — or if she does, and they aren’t doing anything, she’s forced to spend her time doing homework.

And then she figures out the work-around.

“What’re you up to?” she asks aloud as she types it into text. “Send pics.”

It sounds as if she’s asking for something else, but she absolutely isn’t. She hopes her Mom doesn’t still go through her text messages, or else she’s going to have a very awkward conversation with her later.

Her phone dings in response before she even sets it down.

w/ lars at the bakery!! lookit this! [IMG attached]

Yes, score! She only hopes it’s got a good enough angle—

—aaaaand it’s a picture of a dessert. It’s a very delicious-looking chocolate orange mousse, but it’s not of Steven.

She tries again on a different day, when she’s so tired of studying her eyes will fall out if she has to read one more word. She pulls out her sketchbook, lays on her bed, and texts him again. I’m so boredddd. Doing anything fun?

To prompt a photo in return, she attaches a selfie while she’s lying on the bed. It isn’t the best selfie she’s ever taken, but this isn’t about that. It’s about getting one back.

Steven, as always, replies quickly. sry, @ LH, can’t talk now. No picture. Connie glances at the clock just to make sure it is, indeed, past 8 PM, and she frowns.

Fine. Maybe she can ask for some help.

I am so sorry, Connie. Pearl’s texts are always way longer than they should be. You should’ve asked me a few weeks ago! I had a ton of pictures saved, but I recently exported them to an external harddrive. And he’s been so unwilling to let me take pictures of him recently.

Connie bites her lip. Pearl isn’t exactly a ‘grandma’ with technology — most of the things she’s learned how to operate, she’s done herself or only after one demonstration — but Connie wonders if she pressed, if she asked Pearl to retrieve her most recent picture of him to send to her, that Pearl would be a little too curious in return.

With all other options exhausted, Connie turns to desperate measures.

“Why am I doing this, again?” Amethyst asks over the phone. “Can’t you just, like, ask him yourself?”

“Please,” Connie all but begs. “I can’t tell you what it’s for, I just need a picture of him from the front, and it need to be at least waist-up. Although if you could get a full picture of him standing up, that’d be even better. Oh, and please don’t let him know that it’s for me.”

“Hmm.” Amethyst’s little hum is plotting, and Connie absolutely hates it. “Well, what do I get in return?”

“Huh?”

“What, you’re not expecting me to do this for free, are you?”

Of course. This is Amethyst. Connie chews on her bottom lip, considering.

“Well, what do you want? I could order Fish Stew for you.” Connie’s mom gives her enough of an allowance for her grades that that wouldn’t be a problem. “Or some of Lars’s bakery’s treats, if you like.”

Amethyst’s laugh goes to her bones. “What? I’m gonna need more than that. Hmm… How about this: I’ll take the picture for you, but you gotta come here to get it yourself.”

“What?” Connie’s voice squeaks. “You can’t be serious, Amethyst! It’s a school night!”

Amethyst snickers. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it tonight. I’ll text you when I have it, and you’ll get it when you come over. Oh, but when you do, you’d better bring two full pizzas with you, okay?”

“O-kay,” Connie mumbles, defeated.

“Sweet. Catch you on the flip side.”

do u need his face showin?

Connie blinks at the text on her phone, three days later. She’s just gotten out of school and Amethyst sent it three hours ago.

Yes.

dam. well heres the outtake [IMG attached]

When Connie clicks through, she gets the full shot of Steven all right. But he isn’t standing upright and still; instead, he’s rushing past the camera, blurring the shot, a hand in front of his face to block it from being seen.

This is a shitty picture.

i kno, that’s why i sent it to u w/o getting pizza, dam!!

In the interim, Connie tries once more to provoke a selfie from Steven. This one requires a little more effort and is incredibly flirtatious — borderline forward — but she has to try it. Her sketches of him seem more and more off by the day, and it’s driving her nuts. She needs that reference shot, at least one.

She has a violin concert one Friday night. She dresses up for it, wearing black slacks, a white button-up with a high collar, and a black blazer. A simple tie, black with blue stripes, adorns her neck, and she lets her hair down. Like this, it would just barely tickle her shoulders. She puts on a little more makeup than she normally would for a concert; she dabbles in foundation, in blush and lipstick, when normally she would settle for mascara and concealer, if she decided on makeup at all.

Eyeshadow is still too foreign for her, but she hopes this is enough.

Then the trick is taking the selfie itself. At first she takes a shot without her shoes on, then decides it would probably look better with them on, especially if she’s trying to get one back. So she puts on her nice pair of loafers and stands at the full-body mirror in her room, taking a deep breath as she tries to set her nerves to rest.

“It’s fine, Connie,” she murmurs. “It’s fine. It’s just Steven, and what’s the worst thing that could happen? That he just flat out doesn’t respond?”

That is, by far, the worst thing that could happen. She doesn’t know what he’d do if he did that, because Steven is always the type to reply within a few minutes. She doesn’t know if it’s just like that for her or for everyone, but she has to trust that he’ll reply to this.

She takes the picture. It’s a little lopsided because her hand is shaking, but it’s the full picture of her, head to toe. She sends it off with a caption that, she hopes, is not too flirtatious, not too forward, because she would hate to put him off:

Don’t I look nice? What are you wearing tonight?

She bites her lip. Mom calls for her to get going, that she’s taken too long, but Steven’s response is almost instantaneous: a long, long string of heart eyes emojis and hearts of different colors and patterns. Then another text, this one saying, you look amazing!! i wish i was there!!!

It isn’t a selfie, and it doesn’t answer her question, but it makes her heart soften nonetheless. He’s so good to her, and of course that makes him difficult to manipulate. Maybe she really should just ask.

Several hours later, on the drive back home from the concert, she turns her phone back on. And to her surprise, there is a message waiting.

sorry this took so long, i wanted to match!! [IMG attached]

She blinks.

Steven has gone all out for this. He’s wearing a formal dress she hasn’t seen before, the same blue of her tie; an A-line that allows her to see the broadness of his chest, with off-the-shoulder sleeves that proudly display the freckles of his shoulders, and a pleated skirt that begins at his waist. His shoes are the same color, heeled, open-toed, and he’s even done his nails.

His makeup is more intricate than hers. Blush, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, an iridescent violet eyeshadow and vibrant lipstick.

He’s sent multiple pictures. One is of him doing a kissy face, eyes lidded; the next is him laughing, blurred from moving the camera, what might have been a shot he hadn’t done on purpose; and the next is of him doing a peace sign.

Connie’s face burns. She’s glad her mom and dad take the front seats, so that she can have this little moment all to herself.

I love it! She hesitates over the send button. He sent her all those emojis, and she can’t even say more than three words?

You look great! Oh, but he looks more than great, doesn’t he?

Can I come over? Now that was honest, but way too suggestive!

She deletes it again and then realizes they’re almost home. She has to send something, she’s been thinking way too hard about it!

You’re the most beautiful, most handsome man in the whole world, and I wish I was with you.

She sends it before she can think twice about it. Steven responds immediately with many more emojis.

Connie can’t get the way he looked out of her head. In school, she doodles the dress in the margins of her notes. At tennis practice, she imagines trying to wear those heels and run at the same time. In orchestra, she pretends Steven is watching, that he came to her concert in that outfit.

She draws him, of course. For hours in her room, she flips through the pictures and draws, and draws, and draws. She draws him in the dress in different poses, in different settings, with different people.

… Mostly with her.

Her outfit’s different, though. It’s not the same, boring orchestra one she had to wear for the concert. She Googles different outfits and finds some fantastic, colorful tuxes, and of course pretends she would ever be able to wear them.

She’s in the middle of coloring a self-indulgent piece in which the two of them are dancing in these outfits (and this is one she would never, ever show to anyone), when she gets a text from Amethyst.

i got the pic. but uh… kinda havin some issues [IMG attached]

Connie blinks.

It’s a picture of Steven, though not the one Connie asked for. He’s closer to the camera, a rage in his eyes as he moves toward the person taking it, mouth open as if speaking.

Oh, no. Is he mad at Amethyst for sneaking pictures of him? Quickly, Connie tries to call her, but it only rings twice before going to voicemail.

Oh, no.

She calls Steven instead. He hangs up on her, too, but shoots her a short text: can’t talk.

URGENT, she replies in all caps and without punctuation. He does not reply.

She grabs her sketchbook, rushes downstairs. It’s late but not so late that she’ll be in trouble. She runs past Dad at the kitchen island, sipping on coffee before he goes in. “Sorry, I’ll be back before Mom!” she promises, slipping her shoes on.

“Where you going, honey?”

“To Steven’s!”

And when she opens the door, there, waiting for her, is a pink-hued lion.

When she throws open the door to the beach house, Steven is still yelling: “—you know I don’t like it when you take my picture—”

“Why?!” Amethyst yells. “Just because it’s me?!”

“No, it’s because I don’t want y’all snapping pictures of me for a scrapbook like I’m a baby—”

“AHEM.”

Connie’s clearing of her throat cuts through it, startling them both. They spin back around to face her, and while Amethyst’s glance goes askew, almost ashamed, Steven sees in her an immediate ally.

“Ugh, Connie, this isn’t a great time!” His voice is high, angry, but not at her; clearly, he thinks she’ll be on his side. “You won’t believe this, but Amethyst’s been trying to snap photos of me all week when she thinks I haven’t been looking, without even asking me or anything, and I’m in the middle of confronting her about it because if she thinks this is funny—”

“She doesn’t!”

“—just because that concealer isn’t working on the dark circles under my eyes, then she’s got another thing—” He cuts himself off, and Connie feels her nerves spike as he turns to her again, looking almost like a startled animal. “—uh… what are you talking about, Connie?”

“I asked her to do it.” Connie’s voice is one of defeat. Shame makes the room feel so much hotter than it is, and she wishes she could hide. She makes do by pressing her face into both of her hands and speaking against her palms. “I’m sorry. I just… I needed to get a picture of you and I didn’t want you to know, and that was probably really weird and creepy of me, and I’m sorry.”

The silence is suffocating. Steven whispers something to Amethyst, and Connie can’t hear the response. He must think she’s so creepy, that she’s been manipulating him somehow, and that she’s a horrible, untrustworthy person—

A moment later, Steven is right by her side. “Hey.” His voice is soft, and he pries a hand from her face to enfold in both of his. It should be comforting, but for a moment, she feels even worse; like she’s tricked him into offering her this kindness. “Um… So, why didn’t you just ask me?”

“I thought you’d say no.” That’s not quite it. “I… I thought you’d ask why.”

“Well, now I kinda really wanna know.”

“I…” And here it is, the big moment. The confession. She looks down, unable to meet his gaze as her free hand fists at her side. “I’ve been drawing you and I needed a reference.”

There’s another beat of silence. Then two. And then Steven bursts into laughter, loud and relieved and maybe even playful. It still is humiliating to hear, but at the same time, she’s so, so glad he isn’t angry.

“You totally could’ve asked! I would’ve sent one to you, because that’s like… really, really nice of you to draw me.”

“No, it’s not!” And as she looks back at him, she can see just how much he doesn’t see this. She doesn’t tug her hand free because, selfishly, she hopes he never lets go. “I haven’t been doing it because I’m planning to paint you a portrait or anything, I’ve been solely using you for practice and it’s probably a really selfish thing of me, I-I even used the selfies you sent me that one night, and I’ve kind of lost all control over that, because you were so gorgeous in that dress and I…”

“Wait.” He cuts her off, and she bites her tongue. “Can I, like… see the drawings you’ve done? Or a few of them? I know you don’t like it when I ask, but there’s got to be at least one or two you’re proud of, right?”

“You… want to see them?”

“I want to see everything you’ve ever drawn!” His voice is so sincere and enthusiastic that her heart soars, forgetting immediately every single thing she said that could have soured their relationship. “But only if you’re cool with it! You’re such an amazing artist, Connie.”

“I don’t know if that’s true.”

“Don’t start with me. I can go on and on.”

She smiles. She fidgets with a strand of her hair, and though it’s juvenile, she plays witness to the way such a small thing makes Steven’s face light up in adoration.

“Hey.” The word cuts through the moment, startling the both of them, and they look over at Amethyst leaning against the fridge with a raised eyebrow. “So now that like, the truth is out there and all that, I think I’m owed something.”

Connie opens her mouth at the same moment Steven groans, cutting her off. “I… yeah. I’m sorry, Amethyst. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, and I’m sorry for just… assuming stuff.”

Amethyst’s gaze then turns to Connie.

“Uh… Thank you, Amethyst.” Connie sighs. “For doing all of this for us.”

Amethyst laughs. It startles Connie a little, but Amethyst just shakes her head, a knowing grin on her face. “I can think of, maybe, a way for you two to express just how sorry and grateful you are…”

Steven blurts out a “huh?” while Connie giggles, reaching for the phone in her pocket.

“On it.”

#connverse #su #su fic #steven universe #connie maheswaran #isaiah writes #fluff bingo #real talk this was so much fun to write lmao

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Omg omg dabble idea bc I’m obsessed with this headcanon.

I think Chifuyu gets psychosomatic illness when he’s even the slightest bit stressed. The symptoms get worse the more pressured he feels.

After even one sneeze, Mitsuya is eyeballing him the whole time, because he knows despite Chifuyu never telling anyone.

I can just imagine Mitsuya getting pissed off in Chifuyu’s place when he sees the little guy so sick he can barely stand. 🙌🙌

Holy- I'm learning so many new words today! :D This is absolutely amazing and I love you for sharing this with me- I've gotcha covered, Ducky! :D

CW: Sickness, Swearing

“Chifuyu, what the hell?”

It started out as a sneeze. Just a simple little “Achoo!”- nothing anyone in Toman put much thought into. Heck, not even Chifuyu thought much of it- must be seasonal allergies.

Definitely not because Midterms, a big Toman meeting, Peke-J’s vet appointment, and Baji’s birthday were all falling in the same week. Nope, definitely not any of that.

Chifuyu was convinced he had this. What was a little stress? He’s been through worse. And yet- soon the symptoms were getting worse. Sneezes turned into congestion, coughs grew more hoarse and hard to hide. Eventually he was waking up in the wee hours in the morning nauseated.

Still- he pushed on. He had this! He just needed to get through the upcoming week and he’d be fine. Once it was over, he’d be his usual self again.

For the most part- Toman believed him.

Except for Mitsuya.

That man saw everything.

Currently the pair were in Chifuyu’s room, the mentioned boy far too sick to even sit up on his own. His body felt like one huge furnace, and he wanted to both rip off all the sheets binding him to his bed and climb into a freezer. He barely heard Mitsuya come in- just heard his disappointed exclamation. “I’m fine..I just-” A hoarse cough exploded from his chest as he doubled over, hands rubbing his back to help him through it. When he looked up, he found Mitsuya glaring at him.

And in his hand, a glass of water.

“Dumbass. I can’t believe you’d let yourself get this sick! Here you are practically dying on us and you’re too stubborn to say anything!” Mitsuya’s back was turned as he dug through the convenience store bag, pulling out cough medicine. “Honestly- it’s bad enough Draken and Mikey only JUST sorted out their bullshit, and now this? What are we to do with you-”

The sound of sniffling made him pause. When he turned around, he found Chifuyu’s head bowed, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Oh Chi..”

“I’m not-” The blonde sniffed, reaching up to wipe his face. “I’m not cr-rying!” He ducked down, shamed at how weak he looked before Mitsuya of all people. “Ju-Just..give me a se-econd.”

Mitsuya didn’t say anything, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. A moment later, he reached out, resting a hand on the younger boy’s head. “So stubborn, even now.” He sounded fond, almost like he was smiling. “Tell me what’s going on. I can help, you know.” He reached over and snatched up the planner laying by, poking through it as Chifuyu wiped his face. “Ah, okay. Easy enough. Look- I’ll take care of Peke-J for you; I’m free that afternoon. Baji’s birthday- Toman’s gonna do something; we’ve got that planned out. You just focus on getting better and knocking out finals, kay?” He reached out, ruffling the other’s hair.

“....Okay.” He sounded so young, like his sisters getting over a fit. Mitsuya almost hugged him right there like he’d do with them.

Instead, he cuffed his chin, smiling. “That’s my guy.”

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #tokyo revengers #chifuyu matsuno #takashi mitsuya #dabble #tw: swearing #tw: sickness #angst with a happy ending #mitsuya being a big brother is goals #he's giving big dad energy lols #someone get Chifuyu a hug he needs it

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ofcnoel · 5 years

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𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔... 𝕟𝕠𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥

― chance perdomo. he/him. cismale. ／ noel laurent just pulled up blasting a boy is a gun by tyler, the creator — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-two year old rapper, i’ve heard they’re really reckless, but that they make up for it by being so altruistic. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say rolled up sleeves on an oversized sweater, missed 2am calls, messy notebooks filled with lyrics. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

tw: uh , homophobia? yeah yikes.

hi it’s me, dumb bitch machine, raq. annnd this is my lil cherub noel. lit rally love this rp more than life itself and i’m SO happy that it’s come back. it was a crazy special place a year ago and it’ll be another crazy special place now too. noel’s brand new so excuse the awkward phase i tend to go through while i feel out a new muse. i’m also playin with new aesthetics for threads and what not so like just be patient with me skjags. i ... already have a second muse in the works because yes i’m extra! cannot wait to write with you all !!

[ 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕤 ― ❝ BETTER DAYS FOLLOW ME LIKE THE SADDEST SONG ❞ ]

full name: noel amari laurent

age: twenty-two years old

date of birth: may 12th

star sign: taurus

place of birth: san marcos , texas

currently living in: los angeles , california

voiceclaim: brockhampton / kevin abstract

sexual orientation: bisexual

spoken languages: fluent in english and very limited in spanish thanks to his dad *more on that later

TL;DR : noel laurent is a twenty-something rapper/boyband member who is…. honestly trying his best and failing lmao. he lost alot of connection to his family really young and recently. because of this, he has a tendency to cling hard to people and make himself his own makeshift family in people who don’t always have his best interest in mind. which always lowkey just hurts him in the end cause his expectations are too high! he’s ambitious and loving but hella reckless.

[ 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ― ❝ I WISH YOU'D LOVE ME FOR LIFE ❞ ]

alright here we go

noel was born in san marcos texas to eva laurent on may 12th 1997. For all of his life, it was just him, his mother and his younger sister. They didn’t have a ton but eva did everything she could to make sure they had everything they needed. she’s an incredible hard worker and that work ethic trickled down to noel from a very young age.

alright so #daddyissues much? noel’s dad was in his life when he was really young. from three to like eight, because his parents got back together for a couple years . once they broke up again his dad vanished again ! he has very few memories of him but some of them are still they’re prettyyyyy fuzzy. tbh , his dad’s a really touchy subject so he tends to just pretend the guy doesn’t exist !

he kinda always wanted to help out his mom ( spoiler alert, he’s a mommas boy but more on that later ) so, pretty much from the age he was legally able to, noel his been #grinding. like, imagine that one kid that fell asleep in english because they work late the night before. that was him throughout highschool. he was working odd jobs constantly on the side of his main job. mowing lawns, dog walking, you name it he probably dabbled. he’s smart so he’d do other kid’s homework for pay but wouldn’t do his own homework cause… fuck his grades ig lmao

he’s always had an affinity for music but rarely found the time to actually play an instrument or write anything for that matter. it’d take one really stubborn choir teacher junior year who’d nudge him to start turning the handful of short poems he’d turned in for their songwriting project into songs.

you could say mid highschool was really formative years for the boy … along with falling in love with making music he literally fell in love FOR REAL with someone for the first time !! soft, yes. If you’re lucky he’ll talk about dylan quite fondly buuuuuuuuut that’s another touchy subject cause had to keep it secret til it all essentially fell apart. His mom had met a handful of noel’s girlfriends prior to dylan … and he hadn’t gained the bravery to tell her about him. It’s sad i’m sad.

him and his bois would later collaborate and realize “ hey we’ve got something good here ! “ soooo they planned to move out to la pursue the #bandlife .

now, telling his mom about this move led to an EXPLOSIVE fight cause,,, noel was basically helping support her and he wouldn’t be able to do that if the band stuff fell through. The mess of the fight resulted in a bunch of stuff that probably should have been said and… noel coming out. great timing son. So yea, he left the house at the ripe age of 18 and has been hanging with his bros ever since. honestly pls protect him

[ 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 ― ❝ LUCKY STRIKE, FILTERTLESS, DON'T PUSH ME. ❞ ]

kay so if you can’t tell the boy is… ambitious ! he’s the type to believe in something and throw his fully self into it because he’s just that dedicated to chasing dreams . killer work ethic , but he’s gotten a better handle on balancing work and fun thanks to his bois. he is insanely lucky which one pushes him to take more risks

kinda goes with the last one but he’s SUCH an open hearted dude . that guy after a break up no matter how messy will probably wanna be friends ( but also messy enough to turn exes into friends with benefits and then catch feelings again.. Issa nasty cycle pls pray )

loves a party , is probably skinny dipping and calling his ex while drunk i- WATCH HIM OK? afskajd

he’s honestly so sweet and humble buuuuut don’t think that means self deprecating cause my son knows hes pretty . he’s got enough self esteem to share and prioritizes #selflove skagja will accept a compliment with a cheeky smile and a simple thank you. so, not arrogant but like he’s not gonna deny the obvious truth? lmaooo

swear to god, he’s bad at keeping secrets and will let u know how he feels. even with crushes so unless he’s feelin nervous for some reason most likely he’ll make the first move. he’s a romantic. he’s just all around really honest

one direction STAN :) skfjadk

[ 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ― ❝ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ , ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʜᴜɴɴɪᴅꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ❞ ]

Exes are always great , maybe a best friend who isnt’ apart of the band, general friends, bad influences who take him to parties where he’ll inevitably skinny dip, good influences, new crushes, unrequited crush cause we love heart break, neighbors, enemies ( i ?? don’t put it past him to have ended up in a fight while drunk or something cause.. reckless ) people he might’ve met in texas? His band mates ( if you’re lookin to bring a second ;) ) sibling like friendships, anything sis

#intro

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taylorlearnsjapanese · 5 years

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How did/do I learn vocabulary?

This is a question I’m asked quite often and I usually have a different answer each time. The reason is because I have no set way I learn vocabulary. This post will focus entirely on my experience and journey with vocabulary. Grammar will be a topic for another day. ;)

In my opinion, there is no set way to learn vocabulary. I can’t stare at lists and lists of words and suddenly they’re memorized, but I have! I can’t use flash cards because they take too much time, but I have! Kind of see where I’m going with this? I’m the perfect example of an informal or unstructured learner/studier.

I am a lazy learner. THE LAZIEST. I’m all for fast and easy ways to learn without so much as lifting a finger. Insane, right? Totally. Extremely insane for a beginner like I was. Butttttt, I did it though. Was it smart? Probably not. Did it work? Well… kinda?

I also want to point out that I’ve never studied Japanese in a classroom setting nor have I had tutors to teach me.

Okay, what I did:

I started learning Japanese on June 11, 2018. I’m going to list the resources I’ve done roughly up to this point in time that this is posted.

Please don’t take my views on the apps and resources listed as final say. Everyone learns differently and I suggest you try all of these resources out! Things that don’t work for me, may work for you and vice versa.

DuoLingo. It was the only app I really knew of that was credible. I drilled the crap out of that app! That’s how I got my foundations in kana, my first words, and first kanji!

DuoLingo is good in some ways, but bad in others. It’s perfect for repetition and getting you to think about those words over and over. But that’s also why it’s bad. Each step makes you go through like, what?, four or five tiers or whatever they’re called? By the time you reach that fourth of fifth tier, it’s just annoying to do that pattern over and over again before you can move on. This is just my opinion though, some people thrive off of that. Don’t knock it till you try it, ‘kay? I’ve heard the app has changed some since summer of 2018, so I’ll have to check it out again.

LingoDeer. Gosh, I love LingoDeer. I really need to use it more. It is the best app ever to introduce you to grammar when you have no idea where to start.

Workbooks. I got my first workbooks (not textbooks) at the end of June 2018 (I had been learning for roughly 3 weeks by that time). It was Learning Japanese Hiragana and Katakana and Learning Japanese Kanji Volumes 1 and 2, all published by Tuttle. As I worked through the kana book I managed to learn many vocabulary terms from the exercises in the back with the writing exercises (all spelled in hiragana and katakana, there is no kanji in that workbook). I tried and dabbled lightly in the Kanji Vol 1 book, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet back then.

I ONLY used those resources until the end of August 2018 and added Memrise too my list of apps during that time. I gained A LOT of vocabulary knowledge (and some basic grammar but that’s a post for another day) just from using three apps and a kana workbook over two and a half months.

It was nothing fancy like some people tend to think? I didn’t somehow learn all these words over night.

Textbooks. Genki 1 and it’s workbook was my first ever textbook. This is one of the most widely known textbooks out there for learning Japanese from scratch. Most people know how vocabulary works for that resource. Each chapter introduces vocab and you learn it as you study the grammar and do the exercises.

Um, so, I’m gonna be honest for a second. I HATE TEXTBOOKS. I hate them with a fiery passion. *clenches fist* I stopped using Genki after completing half of the book because I felt like I learned nothing. It just wasn’t the resource for me.

At this point you’re staring hard at your phone, tablet, or computer like WHAT? Yeah… I didn’t hate them at first!! But because of my laziness and informal learning style, I grew to haaaate them. Textbooks are too “cookie cutter” in my opinion. But Taylor, don’t you use one right now? Yes, and let me explainnnnnn. I find that textbooks don’t give you freedom to expand!

Remember when I asked on Instagram what were some things you’d like me to discuss or talk more about? One user messaged me and wrote,

“How [do] you apply grammar and vocabulary? Because I try to come up with sentences on my own then look up examples of its usage but I continuously use the same type of examples. But when I look at other example there is so much vocab and other grammar structures that go into play that I don’t understand, so it’s hard for me to find a balance that will make me push myself but also know that I can decently understand…”

That’s EXACTLY what I struggled with, with Genki! Textbooks only provide examples for that lesson and the grammar it teaches at that point. So you only know those words (and grammar) in those contexts only. You try to make your own sentences but you end up only using those words and those grammar points over and over.

There’s simply no opportunity to expand.

Then when you look up other examples you see other new words (and grammar) and it freaks you out because suddenly you don’t feel like you’ve learned anything! This is the e x a c t reason I hate textbooks.

My answer? For me, I don’t depend on textbooks anymore for vocabulary. They’re amazing for referencing vocabulary and pulling grammar structures, but textbooks only give a limited amount of vocabulary and if that’s all your rely on when learning grammar, it’s going to be rough. It stagnated my learning when I did that.

When I make my own sentences now, I pull vocab I've been learning from apps, social media, reading, etc. I could go on and on about this, but that’s not the point of this post. I’ll discuss my more of my hatred for textbooks later. Same with grammar and how I make my examples and such. I’ve already gone off on a tangent long enough, hehe. (I hope that answered the above question though! If not, I hope future posts will! Or just message me, lol.)

Other textbooks I have used after Genki for vocabulary gain is Basic Japanese by Tuttle and the にほんご90日 series.

YouTube. Japanese Ammo with Misa is my love. I love her videos and her personality. Her teaching style is relaxed, but she gets the job done. She has a wide variety of grammar videos along with lots of other videos related to Japanese and Japan.

After my downfall with Genki 1 and some discouragement that led to a nearly three months hiatus of studying, I started using her videos to get the grammar knowledge I needed in January 2019 (I have been learning (counting the hiatus) for about 6 months at this point).

It’s the perfect things for a lazy learner like me, hehe. I could sit down at my desk and watch one of her videos (they can be anywhere from 8 to 40 minutes long) and watch, pause, and rewind as much as I wanted to write notes with ease. I was learning the grammar I needed to know and learned SO MUCH VOCABULARY.

She uses common words you find in textbooks, but she also throws in culturally relevant words. She references Pokemon, manga, TV/anime, music, etc, vocabulary all the time! She even teaches the informal/casual variations of words along with formal/polite variations and that’s where I gain so, so, so much vocab! I still use and reference those videos to this day!

PRESENT DAY:

Okay, I just explained what I did to start learning vocabulary from the beginning to about ~5 months ago. I rambled a lot, I know… But did you kind of see the point I was hoping to make? I did not stick to one resource for learning vocabulary (and kanji).

I didn’t not, nor do I still, learn vocabulary in a “traditional” way. There is no one way to learn everything you need to know. Over that course of time I learn about ~35-40% of my current vocabulary knowledge. Wait… Taylor… You learned ~35-40% of your vocabulary over the course of 10 months, but you’ve learned the other ~60-65% in less than 5 months? Yes, and I’ll explain below~~~

What I mainly use now, app wise, to gain vocabulary knowledge is Memrise, Quizlet (rarely though), Kanji Tree, and LingoDeer. I even use Instagram to learn new vocab too! I follow users who teach vocabulary (and grammar) with their posts. Yes, you will see lots of repeated terms but that’s exposure and review!

Here are some profiles I really like for introducing vocabulary (new or review): boxofmanga, japanesepod101 (Instagram infographics only), japanese_language_mlc, j_aipon, blue_aoi, and _urabanashi_.

I also suggest you find native Japanese Instagram users. Not just celebrities or idols. I mean average natives who use Instagram the same way we use our private accounts. I follow larger profiles (500+ followers) for the fact that I don’t want to be a creep and follow someone who only has like 100 or 200 followers. So, I follow some “mommy blog” Instagram's because they tend to use simpler vocabulary when referring to their kids. I also follow some book reviewers, writers, and one guy who loves camping! You get to see lots of natural Japanese this way and it shows common words that are used. I don’t understand a lot of it, but I’m being exposed to the language!

And by now you’re asking, “Okay, but how do you learn vocabulary NOW?” I’m going into N4 if you’re going to look at this from a JLPT stand point, but I don’t only learn strictly N5, N4, N3, etc level material. (That’ll be another post too, lol. Pssst… it’s another “cookie cutter” issue with me.)

Well, those apps mentioned above, obviously, but those only make up about ~30% of my vocabulary gain now. I use my textbook にほんご９０日 Vol 1 as a reference and gain some vocabulary there and I have a couple JLPT related vocab/kanji lists I use too, so that’s like another ~5% of where I get my vocab.

I get the other ~65% from reading. Yup. Reading. Literally that’s it. I read all the time. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to learn Japanese!

I have a short story digital bundle I read often from TheJapanShop.com and it’s aimed at beginners and becomes “harder” as you move to the next book and so on. I read through them and when my brain sees a word I know I’m like, “Cool.” But when I don’t know a word I see, I either look it up quick and write it in the margin or I continue on. I learn a lot through context clues.

Here’s an example sentence from Story Two in Book One of the Japanese Reader Collection offered from TheJapanShop.com.

「この傘は、雨が降るといつのまにか傘が開き、晴れると傘が閉じている…」

Roughly translated to “This umbrella opened unnoticed when it began raining and upon it becoming sunny the umbrella closed…”

When I read that sentence, I knew all the vocabulary except いつのまにか. The stories have lovely vocabulary guides, so when I looked it up, it said that it meant “before one knows; while unaware” and I took what I knew from the rest of the sentence and managed to learn that new word as a result! This is the best way I could explain how I use reading to expand my vocabulary… ^_^” Just taking what you know and expanding on it over time. I use this same method for grammar, but that’s saved for another post, lol.

I also use NHK New Web Easy to read articles about current events in Japan. It’s set up for native elementary and middle school students so they can read within the kanji and vocabulary they’ve learned so far in life. Guess what? That’s PERFECT for a language learner who has an okay-ish foundation with vocabulary. I learn so much everyday vocabulary that way.

Lastly, I read books and manga. Yup, manga. I don’t use these resources much right now because they’re bigger and more intimidating. I haven’t “officially” started a book but I’ve opened and read passages quite often to sort of test myself. Manga is simpler since there are fewer words than a novel, but they’re bigger than a short story or a news article. You’ve seen on Instagram that I’ve begun reading よつばと！ and so far I’m having a blast! I’ll talk about specific things I’m reading later.

Sooooo…. That’s basically it.

Most of my vocabulary gain now is through exposure to Japanese through social media (bless the internet), reading, and some usage of apps like Memrise and LingoDeer. I use no formal education or study plans or any structure at all.

My word retention grew to be nearly double these last ~5 months because I built on what I knew and it grew easier and easier for me to learn and retain those words over these last few months. I never believed it, but there is definitely a language hump. Once you crawl over that, things simply become easier. It just takes A LOT of time and effort (and tears) to get over that hump. But, I believe anyone can do it, you just have to be determined and eager enough.

One tip I like to give is to learn through context. Don’t just learn lists of words and kanji. What’s the point? You can recite them, but can you USE them?

Oh, quick thing, I want to point out about how I personally learn vocabulary. I failed to realize this right away when I started learning Japanese, but quickly caught on and now hold onto this belief firmly.

I learn vocabulary and kanji together.

I do not separate the two. I do not have a separate notebooks for vocabulary and kanji. I don’t even have a notebook at all actually for them, lol. When I post on Instagram that I’m focusing on kanji today, it means I’m just learning vocabulary or reviewing it. The 1026字の正しい書き方 book I use that teaches “kanji” is mainly for vocabulary expansion and how to write those kanji (stroke order). I don’t study the individual meanings of the kanji character, I study the example words it lists. That’s one way on how I’ve been expanding my vocabulary so rapidly.

Kanji is vocabulary.

Kanji should be treated the exact same way that hiragana and katakana are treated in my opinion. Jokingly, kanji is just fancy kana. ;)

If you “fear” kanji, you’ll have a bad time. I joke and say now when I see an insane kanji or a difficult one, “Damn, that’s some angry squiggles right there.” and it makes learning it that much more enjoyable. :)

For example, 食 means “eat, food.” Okay, cool that kanji has a food related meaning. But I’m not going to do that for thousands of kanji especially since each kanji has multiple readings depending on how it’s used. It’s simply impossible! I found I personally learn better when I learn the kanji in it’s “true” form, aka, in WORDS.

食べる - to eat / 食べ物 - food / 食事 - meal / 朝食 - breakfast / etc.

Holy crap, not only did I learn the kanji 食 effectively, I learned four words and THREE other kanji! (I’m over dramatic, I know, lol.)

Vocabulary is all interconnected. You can’t learn one thing without stumbling and learning other things by accident. Learning through exposure is the best in my opinion. It’ll be tough to begin with when you don’t know much and it will cause you to doubt yourself and your ability to learn this language. But, just be patient. Learning five, three, or even one word a day is progress.

Small progress eventually builds up to big progress as Yuta says. ;)

Words are meant to be strung together and form sentences for you to read, enjoy, and react to. That’s why books exist. You read those words and sentences and they make you feel warm and fuzzy or cry or laugh. Don’t keep them at an arm's length and treat it like it’s some delicate flower. Language is a not just lists of words, kanji, and grammar points. It’s a culture and way of life for people. Treat it like an old friend and play with it (or go get a beer with it, ya know, whatever gets this point across, lol)!

I tend to treat language learning like I’m a curious five year old. I’m constantly asking questions and discovering new things and it just sparks that fire that makes you want to explore more and more.

I don’t take it seriously (from an academic view) and that’s why I find some stuff so easy. It only becomes difficult if you make it difficult. Everyone learns differently. There is no one way to learn Japanese and there is no one way to learn specific parts of Japanese. Also, don’t compare yourself! It only ends in self doubt and discouragement.

Explore and try out all sorts of things. Try out the free apps, read articles online, watch YouTube videos, just do SOMETHING. Don’t look for the “perfect” resource or routine. Just. STUDY. You’ll find in time what works for you and what doesn’t.

Language learning is no race. There is no ribbon or trophy at the end for becoming fluent overnight. Take your time and enjoy the process, you’ll be learning your whole life, ‘kay?

I’ll talk further on how I review it in another post. :)

#studyblr #studygram #japanese #langblr #langblog #vocabulary #taylor talks

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keen2meecha · 5 years

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10 Questions Tag

Thank you so much tagging me @dustylovelyrun!!!! I know you tagged me a while back almost a full month exactly LMAO, so I appreciate your patience!!!

Rules: Answer the 10 questions, ask a different 10, and tag 10 people

1. What’s your favourite part about writing?

Ironically? The actually writing - I especially love writing middles! That’s where the stuff happens! The characters develop, the fights explode, the villains interfere, people cry - it’s so good! I love love love writing the meat.

2. Your least favourite?

I’ve got a few - I hate writing the first line, because I put a lot of pressure on myself to write an absolutely perfect, killer first line to grab the reader’s attention. Except that’s not how writing always works. So I’ll have this idea, I’ll have lots that I want to write, but unless I have a first line, I will not write it.

Also the endings. I have never in my entire life written an ending that I’m happy with. It never feels appropriately wrapped up, or the right level of dramatic, or it feels to explain-y, or - ugh. It’s unfortunate.

3. Do you have a trope or theme that frequently occurs in your writing?

I’ve realized that a lot of my WIPs actually focus on characters healing and recovering from something terrible. Sofia in gifted, Suriyah in A Mother’s Love, Melissa in Happy Endings - I’m actually having trouble thinking of a character who isn’t going on that journey in at least the first book. Also, found family. Of course.

4. What inspired you to start writing?

Honestly? I’ve literally been writing for as long as I can remember, so it’s hard to put my finger on one thing in particular. I think some of my favorite childhood authors - Jessica Day George, Gail Carson Levine, etc - inspired me to pursue it more seriously, as did all of my elementary school classmates being so interested in my writing (although, in hindsight, I’m aware that for them it was an ego boost because I would have them create characters and then write about them in ways that made them look cool but it’s f i n e)

5. How long have you been writing your current wip?

Oof - uh, I think gifted has been in the works since sometime 2015. In 2016 I started pursuing it more seriously, which is why an early draft had an election subplot haha.

6. Which OC do you hate the most?

This one is difficult because I don’t usually write about people I actually hate, because then I just don’t want to write about them. But, if they can count, I would say definitely Vera’s dad, the asshole, and maybe Kruze’s dad - who I do hate either way, but I’m still deciding whether he’ll actually be a character that we see. If we do, I’ll hate him so much more, but it’ll also be fun to tear him down.

7. What do you think is the most important part when it comes to developing a character?

They’re relationships with other people, 100%. In the early drafts of gifted, before I fully understood and fleshed out Sofia and Kruze, she was much more carefree, a bit more timid - and significantly more afraid. There’s nothing wrong with that, but that just didn’t quite feel right for her. But then when I looked closer at her and Kruze, and fit together the complexities of it, she suddenly turned into the person we all know and love. And honestly, as the book goes on, I fully expect and look forward to learning more about who she is as a person!

8. Favourite genres?

In terms of reading? I will read absolutely anything, unless it deals with sexual violence - and even then, I’ve made exceptions, like for GoT (I only read that first book though). I even read realistic fiction - mostly only if it’s gay, but I’ve made some exceptions before.

In terms of writing? My eyes were forcibly opened by my teacher with a crowbar when he told me about magical realism as a genre. But anything with magic, or any genre that involves fantasy (urban fantasy, high fantasy, low fantasy) I have definitely dabbled in it at least once. The only thing that I don’t write is realistic fiction, because I already have to deal with living without magic or anything interesting happening in my real life, why would I subject myself to it in my escapism as well?

9. What inspired your writing style?

Well, I would certainly kill to write like Maggie Steifvater. I’ve been writing and developing my style for so long, though, that it’s pretty much a hodgepodge of everything I’ve watched/read and liked. There are also times when you can tell that my writing was heavily influenced by a certain writer or whatever, but only for that one scene lmao. There was a part of gifted that I had to go back and scale back a lot because I had just finished reading Shakespeare for class when I wrote it.

10. What’s the main theme of your current wip?

Our connections with other people will save the world, and also things (and people) aren’t always what they first seem to be.

My questions:

What’s your writing routine? Do you have a specific time or place you prefer to write?

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever written?

Do you like writing longer pieces or shorter ones?

What’s the most underrated trope, in your opinion?

Who’s your favorite OC that isn’t one of the main characters?

What’s your favorite genre to read? To write?

What’s the first book that you remember making a distinct impression on you?

If you had to write a short story based on a song, what song would you choose and why?

What’s your writing goal? (Word count, page number, general deadline for finishing a project, etc.)

And, because I am writing a superhero novel: what’s a superpower you would want to have and why?

Oh boy do I ramble. I’m gonna tag @saiko-tsuki, @kai-is-writing, @literary-lavender, @lemon-writings, @aziz-writes, @magicalwriting and @silas-the-reading-addict - and, of course, anyone who’s interested! For realsies, if any of my questions look interesting to you, go for it! Make sure you tag me in it so I can see it.

(As usual, no pressure! I would certainly be a hypocrite if I expected you to do it right away, and you don’t have to do it at all if you don’t vibe with the questions haha)

#tagged #ahhh this was fun #thanks again for tagging me!#i look forward to reading yalls responses!

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 13

Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)

Summary: Modern Declan harp AU. Declan plans a date and hopes it goes well. It goes so well neither of them wants it to end.

Warnings/Tags: Mild. Language. Date Night. Bella softening up and stepping up! Maybe they finally kiss?

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Thanks to Bella’s stellar work ethic, she was able to concentrate despite the buzzing in the back of her skull. With her still highly suspicious coworkers she managed to avoid questions with glares, but the bravest and admittedly closest to her, CeeCee, wasn’t convinced.

She stands in Bella’s doorway after hours, door open for the 4th day in a row. She’d been playing old Motown all day, they’d even caught her dancing and singing to herself in the studio, chewing on a pen and swinging her hips as she read over papers.

“Alright. Who is he? Or her, what the hell do I know?” CeeCee shrugs.

Bella's eyes shoot up from her clipboard, looking wide at her ballsy business partner. “What?” she asks with no inflection.

“I’m not stupid. I know you. I have eyes. You’re happy about something.” she says with a jutted forward chin, giving Bella tight lips that show her obviousness.

Bella only stares, her eyes under a deep set brow.

“The Motown all day? Singing and dancing to yourself? I even saw you smile at your phone today. You tell me nothing is going on I’m gonna tell you you’re full of shit.” Her bold statement delivered with a back and forth of her head.

“Then save us bother the time and tell me that then.” Bella snaps back quickly.

“UGH.” she throws her head back dramatically. “Fuckin’ Scorpios I swear to GOD!” she groans and turns to leave. Bella smirks as she returns back to her checklist.

----

All Declan had told her was to dress comfortably and for movement. To say she was curious was an understatement. She’d suggested something fun that would help her forget the hard week she’d had. While it had been tough, there was something different, something that kept her mood from crashing despite the workload and meetings. She’d not told him about that part though.

With his advice in mind, she’d dressed comfortably. She struggled to find the balance between form and function, fussing over if she looked “cute” enough. Which was something she hadn’t weighed in many years. But he made her want to consider things like that again. He brought out something in her that made her want to be feminine. After years of leather and denim, of hard brows and severe hair, she’d found herself shifting. This was also something CeeCee noticed. She’d even worn a dress to work more than once in the past week, and on a non-meeting day. Wearing her hair down and loose, softer make up in lighter colors and less black, she felt a part of her opening up that hadn’t since she was young. Her armor of leather not feeling as needed when she had him around, she didn’t feel the need to protect herself so much. She knew she was in good company.

Declan makes it to her house, the roar of a motorcycle surprising her as she fussed over Robbie before having to be out the evening.

“You’re fucking kidding me?” she scoffs out a playful laugh. She watches him pull up on an old bike, something like her dad would’ve ridden when she was small. A surprising shade of turquoise, but what was more surprising was how he looked.

He was no stranger to showing more skin in the warmer months, just like her, but riding a bike requires a bare minimum of coverage to still be responsible. Plus maybe he’d gone to the gym every day this past week, gone up to the woods and started clearing out his stomping grounds of the winter build up. Maybe he’d wanted to look good for her. She was making him consider his appearance just the same as he was her. He hoped he succeeded, as he knew she’d look good to him no matter what.

She wracked her brain for the long since buried information on motorcycles she had from her childhood. Her dad having his and treating it like a member of the family before his wreck. After it he’d dabbled a bit here and there, helping friends work on theirs. But he’d kept being a fan of them, trading road trips for magazines as he got older. She gets washed over with an odd, warm nostalgia. She thinks of the old pictures of her parents, him in his leather jacket and her in her bell bottoms and flowing dresses. She wonders if this was what her mom had felt like when big Sandro had rolled up to take her out all those years ago. A deep pull in her gut that she didn’t want to acknowledge told her yes.

She jumps and shakes out the nerves. “Be cool. Be cool.” She whispers, stretching her arms and neck as he makes his way to the door. “Be cool. You can do this. It’s just a date.” It was a date right? Shit, had he said date? She knew he liked her, no room for wondering there, the almost kiss was still burned into her mind. So it was a date. Or was he going slow? Was he going slow because of her or because he wanted to? Her brow furrows and she scratches her big wavy hair, falling past her collar bones now as she’d opted out of the usual spring cut. The doorbell makes her jump and she rolls her eyes at herself in harsh judgment. She counts to ten slowly and breathes, then goes for the door.

Declan stood with gleaming shoulders in the late afternoon sun. His tank top long and loose, faded over dark jeans and his usual shit-kicking boots and chain. The leather vest was something she’d not seen him in before and to say she was a fan was an understatement. She wonders if there’s more leather where it came from and if he had a collection to rival hers. She doubted it but filed the curiosity to his kinks away for later.

“Hey, Babe.” She greets first and boldly, pulling the door back to welcome him in.

“Hey Bells.” A broad closed mouth smile that makes his eyes nearly disappear comes across his face at the sight of her. A dress cut in at the waist with a little ditzy floral print of white and yellow against a black background reminds him of some cool girl from a 90s sitcom. It brushed at her knees and he saw her same little boots loose around her ankles. With effortless hair and makeup, he wanted to hold her against him and feel that softness. The cotton of her dress under his hands as he leaned in to hug her, the warm berry vanilla scent of her as he kissed her cheek and made her blush as she side-eyes him before moving away.

“Gonna grab my purse. Say hi to Robbie if you want. He missed you.” She tells over her shoulder with a tone that suggested he wasn’t the only one.

“I’ve missed him.” He responds in a deep and even voice, Robbie already loudly announcing his presence and rubbing between Declan’s legs. “Hey, baby dude.” He mrmurs with a scratch to his fluffy butt. Robbie purrs in approval.

“Alright.” she announces with a black leather crossbody bag to match the jacket. Warm for the weather but she wouldn’t get on a bike without it.

“I know I said comfy but, I don’t know if a dress will work for what I’ve got in mind.” He responds with a hesitant face.

“Oh, I’m prepared.” She responds proudly, hand reaching down to lift the hem of her dress to show shorts underneath. “Got bike shorts underneath.” She grins.

“Always prepared huh?” He nods in approval.

“I try.” She smiles sweetly, bending to pet Robbie one last time. “We’ll be back, kay? I put your catnip toy on the bed for you.” She coos at him, taking out her keys.oo

“Hope you don’t mind.” He says, shrugging to the bike.

“I should’ve known you had a bike really. Black Wolf and all.” She answers, putting her keys and zipping shut her purse. “But you’d never mentioned it.”

“I don’t ride her in the winter. Well, not this one anyway.”

“She special?” Bella asks as he moves to grab a helmet out of studded leather saddle bag

“The most.”

“So this is the woman I’m competing with huh?” She chuckles.

He feels his face flush slightly, thankful for the color he’s gotten in the woods the past week to hide it, skin now a warm-toned tan that caught the sun like a dream. Bella wanted to run her fingertips down those muscled arms and feel every curve of muscle he’d earned. “Yeah. My first love.” He explains after clearing his throat. “First bike.” He clarifies, handing her a black matte helmet, same as his. “My mom hated it, so I painted it her favorite color as a way to suck up to her.” He grins at the memory.

“Did it work?”

“Eh. Not really.” He fully laughs and mounts the bike, holding his hand out to her. “You got it?”

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about me. Dad had bikes growing up.”

“Seriously?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Ugh. Lucky.” He remarks, getting out his keys and readying his foot to kick off. “You gotta tell me about that later.”

“Can do.” She nods with her helmet on, now fearlessly wrapping her arms around him, the warmth of his stomach and chest against her palms and fingertips as the unbelievably soft shirt shifted in between her fingers with the flutter of the wind. He wasn’t reckless or fast and she appreciated it greatly. It’d been decades since she’d been on a bike.

They pull up and Bella peels herself from the hot skin of his leather vest, looking forward to seeing all of in motion as she’d gotten her fair share of his arms during the ride. Although driving out of town had been an unexpected but lovely detour, the site of his arms, which up close rivaled the tree trunks on the sides of the two-lane road they rode on. They pull up to a long line of fencing. His bike not the only one there, but by far the coolest in her opinion.

“Forest Fortress?” She states out loud with a wrinkle of her nose in question as she shakes out her hair from her helmet.

“So you haven’t been here before. Good.” He proudly declares and takes her helmet.

“You gonna tell me what it is or do I have to keep waiting?” She smiles.

“Have you ever played paintball, Bella?” He asks, half bent and securing the helmet in the saddle bag.

“No, but I’ve played laser tag.” She offers.

“Think of it as laser tag that hurts.” He laughs.

“So this is a paintball place?” Her brows go up and she shakes out her dress.

“Hope that’s okay.”

“Hell yeah it’s okay.” She answers with a big grin, bouncing on the balls of her feet slightly. “My legs are gonna get totally fucked though.” She lets out an amused noise.

“Nah, they have protective gear you can use. Wouldn’t have let you leave in that if I thought I’d be bringing you back all bruised. Robbie would never let me live it down.” He kids with a straight face and she manages to suppress a girlish giggle at him beaming a killer smile her way.

With his charisma and gentle guidance, he found that smile that he was worried might only exist at the festival still fully engaged as they went through the steps of putting on gear and teaching her how to use the guns. People knew him there, half bro hugs and slaps to the back in greeting all the way until they were both equipped and ready to head out into the obstacle course.

“So you do want to be on the same team or different ones?” The guy at the last stop before the entrance asks, knowing she was a newbie.

Before Declan can even turn to look at her she answers definitely “Different.” With a big and challenging smile.

“Look at the balls on this one.” the guy laughs and slaps a blue stripe on her gear. “And red for you D.” He remarks with a firm slap to his back. “Clean fight guys. You heard the rules.” He commands and opens the gate to reveal a scattered and varied series of wooden and rope courses in a fenced-in area of the forest. A rainbow of paint colors splatted all over everything. Tarps, haybales, stacks of giant tires, it was essentially a playground for adults. Which was a perfect choice in Bella’s eyes as she scurried away as soon as they crossed the threshold much to Declan's surprise. He was more than thrilled with her enthusiasm for his choice and the feisty competitive behavior it was bringing out in her.

The alarm blares and the shots start. She decides to keep an eye out for Declan, but take out anyone else if they popped up. She took out one person, her smaller size and workout routine she’d amped up for the warmer months helping her out. Declan was at a disadvantage with his height, she would see his back arched and bobbing around but could never get him head-on. So she uses the pole dancing classes to her advantage and shimmies up behind a terrace, thighs burning as she aims and misses. He whips around fast and sees nothing and she decides to just have some fun and jumps on his back, the unexpected attack knocking him to the ground as he hears her distinct laugh from on top of him as he moves to face her.

“Got ya bitch.” She snorts and laughs.

“Jesus Christ Bella!” He mutters out as he scrambles. “Where you even fuckin' come from?”

“Always look high.” She answers rolling off him as she keeps laughing quietly to not draw more attention to them.

“You didn’t shoot me though.” He grins wickedly and holds his gun up to her.

“I missed.” she shrugs. “Worth it though.” She leans back and sighs and smiles at him.

Well dammit, now he didn’t want to shoot her, laid back looking all soft and smiling at him.

“But you haven’t shot me either.” she raises a brow and grins, gun pointing at his chest now.

“Seems we’re at an impasse partner.” he says with a cowboy twang that makes her snort.

“If we eliminate each other, we can start over, or go back to town and eat. If we don’t, we have to walk 10 paces and try our luck with everyone else.” she replies with a playful wrinkle of her nose.

“I am hungry.” he answers with a pout of his lips.

“You know I am.” she smirks.

“A truce? A duel?”

“A...betrayl?” she tilts her head, finger on the trigger as another alarmingly charming smile comes across his face.

He flinches like he’s going to shoot her, only wanted to get her to wince and give her shit for it, but instead he knocks her gun and sets it off when he startles her, shooting him in the thigh. “Oh shit!” She squeaks, covering her mouth and sitting up as he balls up and groans. “Please tell me I didn’t just shoot you in the dick.” she begs with a serious face that makes him contorted up in discomfort, snort and laugh loudly.

“Glad to say you did not.” he groans.

“Oh, thank God.” she exhales sharply, rubbing his arm and frowning. “I didn’t mean-”

“Nah, nah I know. My fault.” he shakes his head. “Guns involved. Shouldn’t have fucked around.” he grunts out, sitting up. “It fuckin’ hurt but I’ll live. Be a nasty bruise. That was so fuckin’ close.” he lets out a pained chuckle.

“Yeah that had to hurt, dude, I'm so sorry.” she gives him an entirely genuine apologetic face, leaned in close to his that was still grimacing as he rubbed his leg.

“I’ll live.” he gives her an exhale and a nod, giving a good show of his words. “Well you know what might help?” he says, leaning and looking at the splat of paint.

“What?” she asks so earnestly he feels guilty already.

“You could kiss it and make it better.” he responds with a straight face and she shoves his shoulder so hard he hits the ground, forcing out a laugh from his chest.

“Maybe later.” she rolls her eyes and stands, dusting off her legs. “You fuckin’ goof.” she shakes her head and reaches her hand down to him. “Timer’s about to go off.” she nods towards the large LED board above the box where the scorekeeper watched.

They walk with his arm around her shoulders back towards the front, her arm around him as if she were helping him along.

“The 'ol seduce and betray. I like it.” the guy at the front holds his hand up for a high five as she passes.

“Oh fuck you Kyle.” Declan bellows out.

“Thanks.” Bella grins wide and answers the guy's gesture enthusiastically.

Since she’s mildly maimed him, they decide to go eat instead of going for another round. The energy sourced of nearly an hour hunting other humans had taken its toll on them both. The same closeness, the same warmth, and smiles they’d grown so fond of from each other over more junk food in a shitty little diner he liked. They talked bike’s, his and the ones she’d ridden, the ones her dad worked on, how he’d wrecked and her mother wouldn’t let him ride now out of worry. He learned about her family a bit and was glad to see she’d had a good upbringing, parents still alive and together, something he’d always wanted in a family and for himself. At that small table in the crowded room that felt like no one else was around, they sat and talked for nearly two hours without even checking the time or their phones, it felt to oddly effortless. They both felt heard and like they were interesting to someone else. They talked about nature, about music, sharing their favorite things that everyone else told them they talked too much about.

So when the time came for Bella to go home, her gut was telling her no. In fact, it was screaming it at her. He’d left with another cheek kiss and a tight hug, proving to her he was more than decent. She watches his broad shoulders slumped, jacket now on to guard against the night chill as he rode, his hands shoved into his jean pockets and biting his lip, wondering if he should’ve kissed her.

'You can’t let him leave', her conscience tells her. 'Don’t let him leave. This day was damn near perfect. You KNOW he wants it and you’re brave enough to admit you do too. Just… get his attention. Do something.' Her brain scurries and her throat turns to stone, her mouth open and trying but her nerves wanting to keep her quiet. It would be real if she made a sound. It would turn into more if she called out for him. Knowing you’re living a defining moment is funny. You can let fear freeze you, taking the easy way out, or you call push your cards all in on the table and win big. Or lose everything. But isn’t a life lived with failures better than a life lived with what if’s?

“Declan.” she forces out, the keys in her hand shaking from her nerves, not even moved to be put in the door.

He shuts his eyes for just a second, hiding the relief on his face. God, he had wanted to say something. “Yeah?” he asks over his shoulder, his hair soft around his shoulders, skin still warm and seemingly glowing in the sconces by the door and the solar pikes in the ground along her walkway despite the sun being long gone.

“I-” she starts and doesn’t know where she’s going. But she started. That was like half of the job, wasn’t it? “I don’t... uh...” she licks her lips and puts her keys back in her purse. “I don’t really wanna go home yet.” she manages, looking down before meeting his eyes.

“Oh.” he says, hiding his delight with pursed lips and a nod. “Well that’s, y’know, fine with me.” he shrugs and turns fully towards her, taking slow steps as her feet also carried her towards him.

“You wanna... I dunno... go somewhere else? Like... somewhere you like to go on a nice night like this?” she offers, eyes hopeful as they looked up at the man nearly a foot taller than her as he ran his fingers through his hair. The night was almost as lovely as he was. Almost.

“Yeah. I’ve got a place. Can’t tell anyone though. It’s a secret.” he leans in and gives her a wink that she doesn’t act exasperated by, just a lazy smile on her face.

“I won’t.” she replies softly.

“Let’s go then.” he whispers, taking her hand and walking her back to the bike.

---

The ride is serene and gorgeous. The moon out, bright light dropping through the tree canopy, the long dull roar of the bike as she held herself against him both rumbling together with the motor. She doesn’t know how many times she sighed, but she couldn’t stop. This day had been so nice and it really was a perfect night to be outside.

To a small clearing they drove through a barely broken in path to a large tree on its side. A marked stopping point, a few others having been removed offered a little meadow to see up into sky. Out in the forest, there was no noise or light pollution to take away from the view. They check that their phones were on silent subtly, they weren't taking any chances of being interrupted.

“This looks like someplace in a movie where teens come to get in trouble.” she remarks with a grin, fluffing her hair and shaking her jacket, standing as he turned to sit sideways on the supported bike.

“Or some 30-somethings looking to get away from everyone else.” he offers with a voice that was deeper and more even when he was among the trees. His face fell softer as if he felt at home there.

“You make this?” she asks, looking around, the moon giving enough light to see around up to the tree line.

“Somewhat. Cleared it out a little. Beat out the path over time. I like to get away up here. Sometimes I camp out.” he shrugs his explanation.

“It’s really nice. It’s so quiet.” she whispers.

“Don’t have to whisper.” he gives her the same warm smile that made her give him a chance in the first place.

“Feels like I should.” she remains quiet, standing closer to him, almost between his legs.

They both occupy the silence, looking up at the stars, feeling a slight breeze, taking in the sounds of nature. She wasn’t used to it. But she certainly felt like she could learn to like it. “I can see why you like this so much.” her voice still soft. “Only missing one thing for me.”

“Wassat?” he mumbles, looking at her with her eyes shut and face to the sky.

“Music.”

“Yeah...no wifi out here.” he chuckles.

“I’ve got music saved actually.” she announces, pulling out her phone and ignoring all the usual alerts.

“‘Course you do.” he gives her a smile, watching her nose twitch in thought as she was lit up from the phone screen.

“What? Should I not play it?” she asks with more genuine concern that makes him even more certain there’s a real soft kitten under that hard exterior.

“No, go for it.” he answers with a casual shake of his head.

“‘Kay.” she bites her lips. “There’s only one playlist I have saved, but it’s a great one. My parents wifi up at their cabin is shit so I saved this one so they could listen to it once I hooked up their stereo in the house for them.”

“Please tell me your parents aren’t country fans.” he snarks.

“No, no. They’re cool. Well I mean, I think they have good taste in music anyway.” she smirks. “It’s all Motown and 60’s stuff.” she explains as the Supremes comes over the phone, she sits it on the back of the bike. “One of moms favs.” she reminisces with a happy expression, moving her hand and hips in rhythm. “We’d watch old recordings and do the dances. I still remember most of them.” she admits with a shy smile. “Guess it’s the dance training. Or we just did it way too much.” she chuckles.

“Dance training?” he asks with a nod of his chin.

“Yeah, I danced as a kid. Mom with her pop culture dances and wanting me to learn the Celtic stuff. She thought I was good at it, so she put me in classes. Dance team in school, that whole thing.”

“Should’ve known.” he huffs out.

She turns her face to him, feet still playing out the easy steps.

“You’re good.” he offers with another charming smile.

“Oh.” she looks back down and smiles at the ground with her eyes crinkling at the edges. “Thanks.”

“You don’t think so?”

“It’s not that it’s just...I’m not really the best at taking real compliments.” she admits with a nervous laugh.

“I caught on.” he offers softly and leans forward.

She continues to sway and he contently watches her, wondering if he should make a move or just let her be. “You have a favorite out of these?” he suggests, thumbing through the long list.

“A few of course.” she snickers at herself.

“I wanna know what you're into... pick one out for me.” he urges, his voice slipping deeper and her body notices as it tightens and reacts.

She nods and leans in, getting close and bending over his long legs. His eyes turn a deep shade of brown, growing more lidded as he moved in close enough to smell the sweet scent of her perfume in her hair. Goosebumps bloomed over her skin at the feel of his breath, she gulps and plays it cool, making another little list of her favorites. She thought maybe she could set a soundtrack. Set a mood that couldn’t be ignored, interject with her encyclopedia of knowledge on the music of the time. She decides to loosen herself up first and get a laugh out of it, always a good place to start.

“Alright. Hit play.” she orders with a cheerful smile, Jackson 5 coming through and it wasn’t what he expected. She starts with the dance steps he knows to be associated with them, little turns and hand gestures and he sits back with crossed arms and nods his head to the beat. He applauds with an impressed face even though she didn’t do much and she bows. A cute smile with flushed cheeks as she leaned over to check the playlist.

“Don’t worry about it. Just relax. That’s what this place is for.” he whispers and stands, pulling her away from the bike. He’d seen the songs on the list, he knew he didn’t have anything to worry about with any mood being killed. With the night ripe and the air tense between them, he wanted to facilitate what he thought she wanted and knew he wanted. Maybe she was more timid with things like this than he realized. Her confident front falters as he takes her into his arms, a hand sliding under her jacket to her back pulling her in, another taking her hand, elbows bent with fingers laced together. The moon was bright enough to see her face, surrounded in a soft frame of thick wavy, naturally almost black locks. Her green eyes caught the light as they sat wide and almost innocent as she spanned over his chest and to their clasped hands. He leans his face down closer to her, his voice sweet and calm, trying to ease any nerves she had about getting close to him.

Her first thought when being taken into his arms was boy, is he bigger up close. But the quick second was realizing how close they’d been already. They’d slept skin to skin, nestled like little bunnies together and she hadn’t had a problem with it. So why was standing close and holding his hand erupting a fire in her stomach that threatened to bubble up and out of her throat with words that took away from the moment? It was like when bypassing her mind, her words changed from yes, I want this, to, did you know that when this song was recorded- putting up her wall to keep her from getting too close. But there was nothing to be afraid of at this point. He’d proven himself on all fronts. He was one of her best friends so quickly it threw her off her game, she didn’t bond quickly with people, she didn’t attract good men who helped their friends and cared about other people. Why was all this happening now?

With AlGreen lending him the mood, he keeps her close, looking down curiously as she looked thoughtful but almost frightened. “Thought you might want a dance.” he speaks, making her look up at him. “It’s all you bothered me about down there, thought you might want to show me a thing or two when it isn’t pouring rain outside.” he offers with a soft smile.

“Or getting electrocuted.” she adds and he feels her take a deep breath, her posture straightening and watching her come back to herself slowly. “Need to slow dance properly.” she almost mumbles, but he’s close enough and observant enough to catch the words. His choice of song isn’t lost on her. “Good one to do though.” she offers with big eyes that catch the moon and shine, making him sigh and only nod in response. He moves his hips to the beat and hers follow suit naturally. “You’re better this time.” she praises.

“Good teacher.” he says with a kind smile.

“Oh. Go on.” she looks down and chuckles nervously.

“Maybe I will.” he speaks low and pulls her closer.

She has to respond so she closes her mouth and blushes. The moments build, the last push in Tired of Being Alone, the vocals screech and he moves them fast in a circle, causing the tension to break as she squeaks much to his delight and he moves his hips and shoulders faster. “Keep up Bells.” he laughs, she does she as she throws her head back for a moment, the song fades fast, her head falling to his chest and she chuckles at how nervous she is. But it wasn’t any match for the next song. One of her mom’s favorites she’d sing to her father when they were being sickly sweet with each other. Natural Woman by Aretha, a song that could move even the most stubborn heart. And Bella was no exception. From the get she knows she’s doomed. Or would it be blessed at this point? Maybe it was a sign. One of those moments her mom told her about. When the universe just tapped you on the head and said, pay attention girl. So that’s what she did. She danced with the one man to make her feel anything since she was young to the song her parents slow danced to when she was young, thinking she wasn’t awake, peeping down the hall to see them swaying in the living room. The string section builds her confidence and takes a deep breath and does what she really wants for the first time in a long, long time.

She looks up at him and gives a little smile, finding him already watching her intently, his face as dark and calm as the sky behind it. She bows back and puts her back to his chest, swaying with both hands interlocked in his for a moment, placing them across her stomach, and she felt no resistance from him. He even bent his knees like she told him, feeling his nose in her hair as it brushed close to her ear. This was how this should've gone at the festival, this was the way they were dancing before and now without a cloud in the sky, there wouldn't be any interruptions.

From his vantage point he watches her shut her eyes, her chin up and head rested on him, one hand rubbing over his, a slow and smooth ascent up her own body, fingertips grazing her neck, pushing her hair out of the way before it snakes up and touches his face. With eyes still closed she turns her head towards his, he can feel her heartbeat racing under his palms. Her fingers are soft and light up his jaw and into his hair. He shivers at the touch, an almost grunt coming from him, putting his head even closer to hers. He wasn’t going to pass up another invitation when she was so boldly presenting it. The words ring too true, and she knows she has to face what she’s doing. She has to be the one to do it, because he’s too good too.

When she opens her eyes he’s already there, looking down at her with his deep, dark brown eyes. A heavy brow almost hiding them if the moon hadn’t been so full. With a brief flutter of lashes at how handsome he really could be so close up, she looks to his lips. His parted just as hers were, trying to calmly get more air as their heart demanded more of them as their pulses raised. As the song rolls into Percy Sledge smoothly, they both know there’s no turning back this time. Nothing to break them apart except themselves, and neither wanted to. A melodic organ he feels in his chest, this’ll be it.

He watches the lump in her throat bob and he smiles, grazing his nose against hers and feels her body give a little shudder when he got close. The air is thick and tense, the night air hot only around them, the moon and stars the only witnesses to what felt like such a monumental moment for both of them. With her head twisted, chin lifted to meet him as close to the middle as she could, they share one more glance between them, a final chance to bail and neither take it. Back down to their lips their eyes move, sharing a breath, his hand moving up to her face, as hers still rested in his hair. They break on the blare of a horn, both their breathing halted with the warmth that washes over them all the way down to their toes.

What starts as one press of lips, almost chaste with his rough fingers against her smooth jaw grows deeper, turn after turn of their mouths, until Bella can’t stand it any longer. With a tiny whimper, the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, she turns in his arms, only parting for a moment and in a flash he runs cold, afraid the moments gone before she crashes her lips back into his, hands on his chest and the other in his hair, he gives over to her, leaning back against the bike, arms moving tightly around her to hold her close between his legs, splayed fingers working lower than they ever had before to her hips and between her shoulder blades, not wanting to even catch his breath as her arms slide around his neck.

They could’ve stayed like that forever. They both wanted to. This perfect moment, him surrounded by nature and her picking the soundtrack to her life was something they both wanted to hold on to for as long as possible. Her chest felt like it was full of fire, the butterflies in her stomach only fanning it with the rapid assault of their wings. Her fingertips tingled, only feeling warmth where he touched her, feeling the press of his impressive hands against her body under her jacket. His lips were softer than they seemed for a man that looked like him. The strong cupids bow and pinked color they natural held were always hidden at least in part by his facial hair, but she was getting to experience the full breadth of them tonight.

The kisses turn softer, more lips, more breathing, and her hands move to his rising and falling chest. With closed eyes still living in the blissful moment, their foreheads rest together as they take a few breaths. Wow, they both almost said. Few kisses felt like that one had. Some might never experience it. A painfully strong mutual attraction based on more than aesthetics. Built on friendship and trust and months of earning a place in each other's lives. It was real and raw and those things felt so rare for both of them.

“I can’t believe I waited so long to do that.” she eventually whispers, eyes still shut as her breaking the silence between them makes his eyes open to see her eyes flutter, half-lidded and pupils blown, fingertips light and shakey on the thin material of his shirt.

“You did it at the perfect time.” he coos back.

“Ugh.” a hand moving up to push back his hair as she beams up at him. “You’re so nice. Sweet, I mean.” she shakes her head, still trying to get the blood to flow to it and not the other brain that was shouting orders at her she was ignoring. “And… patient.” she adds with a huff of a laugh.

“Worth it.” he grins, kissing her cheek, the warmth flooding her all over again.

“Can we just... do more of that?” she lets out a girlish giggle he’s never heard, her head falling into his chest as her shoulders shake. She brings her head back up, shaking the hair out of her face and tracing her thumb over his cheek. “I’m so rusty at this.” she admits and he sees no shame or hesitation in her eyes now, only brightness.

“We can do as much of that as you want.” he kisses her softly. “And you don’t feel rusty to me.” he purrs back against her lips, eyes dark under a relaxed brow as she hummed happily.

“Not bad yourself, Harp.” she nudges her nose to his and smiles into a kiss, a content sigh shared as a kiss grows again. It felt so good, so right, just like she hoped it would. Just liked it should she thinks. He was so hot and pliant to the touch, a small lick of her tongue to his bottom lip makes his nostrils flare, a slow and teasing exchange between them. He bites on her full bottom lip and her eyes roll back in her head, a heavy sigh escaping her. She sucks on his after he releases it with a pop, her tongue moving to explore his own as they shared a more messy kiss, one that was clearly doing something for him as his hands ventured lower. He finally got his hands on that ass of hers, her letting out a little moan as he gave it a slight squeeze.

“Too far?” he asks, still learning the origin of her noises.

She answers by moving up into his lap, thighs on either side of him and shaking her head, putting his hands back where they had been. “No.” she answers before another wrestling kiss forms. Even with the advantage of being on him, he was still not taller than her. This was new for her as well, she’d never been a man this tall this... big. All over big. Or at least she hoped the hard place resting between her thighs was growing proof of that. Her hands slip under his jacket at the shoulders, far past her own in width and she moans as how hard he is under her hands. She greedily explores the planes of him, and he does the same. Hands down his chest to a stomach that was almost hard, fingertips pressed into shoulder blades that shifted as he easily picked her up to resituate her. Which she really didn’t mind at all. In fact she thought she might’ve found a new kink. No man she’d been with had even been strong enough to pick her up and throw her around so to speak, and literally. Her mind was full of racing ideas for him.

They kiss like teens at a make-out point as she’d teased upon arrival. Moans and pants exchanged against now swollen and wet lips, tongue in and outside of mouths as they explored what worked and didn’t, and so far there wasn’t a thing that didn’t feel good. It all felt too good and that was another problem entirely. One of those good problems she’d always heard about but never had herself.

She felt like taking her tits out of her dress, him getting those shapely lips on them and grinding on him until they both came. But she didn’t. She’d like to say she knew better, but she didn’t. She only knew not to go too fast, which is where she’d been burned before. “I know we have to stop at some point. But I don’t want to.” she half moans into a lippy and loud kiss.

He smiles against her. “I know babe. I know.” he groans and moves his hand back up to her waist. Hers on his jaw, thumbs swiping over the short sides of his beard as she kissed the corners of his mouth, the tip of his nose, wanting to feel every part of him against her lips.

“Mmph. That’s nice.” he hums with closed eyes and continues to his cheeks, that masculine brow, over the scar that lies there and one to his forehead.

“You’re very, very kissable.” she giggles, nuzzling his face with her nose. Touching him felt like a drug.

“So you are. Among...other things.” his nostrils flare as she bites her lip at him.

“Will there be time for that later?” she whispers, an almost naughty turn to her words.

“All the time you want.” he raises his brow, his voice deep with grit and hunger.

“How about we make time for it?” she asks, fingers into his beard and scratching, wanting to take in as much of him as she could.

“Mmm?” he asks, grunting as a response to her question and to the affection.

“We should make time. We’re both busy, I don’t want to go another week without seeing you... without... this.” she coos and kisses him softly.

“Then let’s do it. Let me take you out. A real date.”

“Oh, a real one huh?” she teases, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah. We’ll go downtown, meat, and wine the whole thing. Wine and dine.” he says playfully.

“Wine dine and...sixty nine?” she asks before her nose wrinkles and her face falls into a giggle.

“Like I said, whatever you want babe.” he grins.

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i'm not sad | s.m

warning: i've never dabbled in angst (?) before and am (clearly) not well versed with writing in 2nd person, SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME! / slight cursing, nothing too serious

summary: you have a shitty day, and platonic roommate!shawn tries comforting you

"Fuck!" You curse under your breath, startled as the glass topples off the counter, stepping backwards when the broken shards skid around the room on impact. Cursing yourself, you crouch down, urgently tucking your untamed hair behind your ears. Your shaky hands pick gingerly at the pieces of glass, replaying the day's events in your head. This isn't the first time you've had a complete, utterly shitty day, but that's not what triggers the tears that start flowing down your face — it's the fact that the entire month leading up to this day hasn't been any better. Choking on a sob, you continue to grab at the shards, hazy vision causing you to cut your finger against a sharp edge. Flinching only for a moment, you keep sweeping and piling until you physically can't anymore. Falling limply against a cabinet, you continue to cry, bringing your knees up to your chest. You don't know how long you're there, and although it feels like a lifetime, only minutes pass. You wipe desperately at your face, empty sobs raking through your body, but stop when you realise that it doesn't help. So you bury your head in your knees, chanting to yourself the happiest things you can think of.

When you hear the sound of a lock being turned, you immediately try to quiet down — sniffling only when you absolutely have to and staying completely still otherwise. You don't want to talk to anyone right now — you can't talk to anyone right now. Especially not your roommate — fuck, if Shawn saw you in this state he'd probably join in the crying too, for all you know. He cares too much — not that's necessarily a bad thing — but the last thing you need is someone fretting over you. All you can hope for is that his perpetual hunger has calmed down for a second, because he had no other reason to venture into the kitchen anyway.

You hear him calling out your name, saying, "You there, dumbass?" but you pinch your lips shut, gulping softly. Not even a minute later, a smily Shawn walks into the kitchen. Whistling, he spins the keys in his hands, cheeks and ears tinged red with the roaring cold outside. It takes him a second to spot you, eyes widening almost comically at the sight of you crouched on the floor, body still shivering with your cries.

Smile immediately dropping from his face, heart beating loudly in his chest when your red, tear-stricken face stares back at him.

“Hey," He begins, glass crunching beneath his shoe clad feet as he makes your way towards you, “What happened?”

You answer with a cry louder and wilder than the rest, immediately lowering your head. Shawn crouches down, arms going around you. You push against his chest, almost making him lose balance and fall on the shards still littered around the floor.

“Leave!” You manage to choke out, then quieter even, “Please.”

“What?” Eyebrows furrowed, Shawn moves back towards you, only for you to press further into the cabinet, “Hey, you need to—“

“Just fucking leave!” You shout through your tears, palms pushing weakly at his clothed chest.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N!” Shawn says, grabbing your arms to calm you down, fingers closing around your fists, “I’m not fucking leaving! What happened to you?”

The next time Shawn tries to hug you, you don't resist. Your head falls against his chest, hands balling his sweater. As you continue to sob, Shawn runs a hand up and down your back, whispering words of comfort into her ear. Pressing soft, sure kisses against her temple. Although he tries to calm you down, with every second that passes, his worries only increase. What happened? When did it happen? Why are you crying when Shawn has never seen you cry before?

“Talk to me,” Shawn says, hugging you tighter, so close that he can feel your heart beating against his, “Please, baby, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

When you shake your head adamantly, Shawn pauses with his inquiries. He wants you to want to tell him, but he can’t help but assume the worst. Did someone say something? Even worse — did someone do something?

"Hey, hey," Shawn pulls back, balancing on the balls of his feet. His eyes carefully map over your face, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe at your tears. He notices how you completely avoid eye contact, something so unlike you, and something breaks in his chest. Softly cradling your head in his hands, he whispers, "I'm sorry, okay? For whatever happened — I'm so sorry. But I'm here now. I'll beat up whoever the fuck hurt you. I'll beat up a door if you stubbed your toe. You'll be good, 'kay? I'm here for you."

All you can manage is a weak chuckle, but that doesn't seem to satisfy Shawn. He tries really, really hard to hide his disdain, but he can't fucking stand the sight of you upset. You're known for being the absolute light of your friend group — the one with the shittiest of jokes, but the brightest of smiles. With a little bit of convincing, he gets you to step over the glass — since you absolutely refuse to his offer of picking you up — and makes you sit on the couch in your living room.

Shawn crouches in front of you, looking up at you with concern apparent in his wide, puppy eyes. You hate the fact that you've got him all worried, that his sole attention is on you, and you'd be damned if you let it continue any longer.

"Shawn," You push his fretting hands away, using the back of your hoodie to wipe at your face, "I'm good. I'm — stop touching my face."

"You're good?" Shawn echoes childishly, and you can tell he's struggling to keep his balance, "Hello, your feelings called; they think otherwise."

"Shut up," you mumble halfheartedly, trying to push him away, only for him to lean closer into you. He thumb and forefinger grab at your chin, tilting your face downwards, but you still can't look at him. Your eyes are too red, you just know it, and Shawn doesn't need any further indication of your sadness.

"Come on, look at me," He coos, using his spare hand to push your hair behind your ears, "You're good, right? Look at me, then."

"The constitution guarantees my right of not looking at you."

You can't see Shawn's reaction, but you hate how can almost hear his smile. You don't feel any better, and if Shawn were to leave, you'd probably continue your pity party in full swing. For his sake, though, you manage to keep your emotions at bay. And it's hard, because while bottling up is something you're an expert at, building a dam isn't something you're well versed with.

"Alright, then," He lets go of your face, going on his knees so he's almost the same height as you sat on the couch, "What's your favourite Kings of Leon song?"

"How is that relevant? Shawn, I'm tired, can you—"

"Just tell me and I'll go fall asleep in my room. I promise I won't bother you anymore."

"Your mere existence is a bother to me," you mutter, loud enough for Shawn to hear, and he can feel his heart warming again. Although he can tell that you're still just as upset, the fact that you're still cracking jokes has his eyes dancing with love. Inhaling deeply, you answer, "Revelry is my favourite Leon song — there. Are you happy now? Can you go, please?"

Instead of leaving like he'd promised he would, his hands go to the back of your head, carefully pulling at your hair tie. Your hair, now fully out of control, cascades down your shoulders. You give him a confused glance, and he answers with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His fingers softly run through your hair, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

"That isn't your favourite song, and you're not good. If you can't tell me what happened, it's okay," His fingers softly itch at your scalp, and you can feel your eyes blurring again, "But you don't have to hide from me, honey. You're the strongest girl — fuck, the strongest person I know. Remember when you broke your toe at my birthday and didn't tell anyone because you didn't want to spoil my day?"

You're crying again now, leaning into his touch, and it's so goddamned difficult for him to continue. He pushes back his own tears, saying, "Or when you gave an exam five minutes after hearing your grandma passed away?" He's wiping at your tears as they fall, crouching so he can meet your eyes, "You've put on a brave face for as long as I've known you. But it's okay to feel sad—"

"But," you hiccup, shaking your head, "But I'm not sad!"

"Right, of course," Shawn doesn't know how to respond to that, because what else are you? But he knows better than to argue with you, so he coos, "But you're tired, right? That's it, you're probably so tired. You had a full day of college and your job, I'd be tired too. Are you tired, bub?"

You nod softly, not finding it within you to tell him just fucking sad you actually are. The way he's looking at you, all sad eyed and gentle, you're scared he's minutes away from crying too.

"You know what we're gonna do?" He gets you to look at him, running his hands down your arms, "We're going to take a nice, hot bath," His hands are on your face again, and he's stroking your cheeks, "Then we're going to fill that tummy of yours, and then I'll sing that song you love. I'll sing you to sleep. How does that sound? That sound good, honey?"

"You'll sing All Star for me?" When he nods, you sob harder, "But you hate All Star!"

"And I hate seeing you sad even more."

"But I'm not sad!" you declare with tears running down your eyes, hating how close Shawn is right now. But when he pulls you in for a hug, you accept it with the utmost readiness, awkwardly bending your body to meet his. You bury your face in his shoulder, sniffing loudly, and he rubs your back, gently moulding your bodies into one.

"Did I say sad? I meant rad. I've got the raddest roommate, who occasionally cries, but not because she's sad. Have I ever told you how fucking rad my roommate is?"

"I hate you so much," your words are muffled by his sweater, but he hears you clear as day. And although he's still hellbent on getting the reason of your sadness out of you, he manages a small grin — because he knows it'll be okay. That you'll be okay. You always are.

"Love you too, bub."

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verena, what's the scoop on this year's tributes??

OH. MY. GOD. Listen up EVERYONE because the 78th Hunger Games are bound to be the best, most dramatic Games YET. We are talking siblings and significant others of past tributes (MULTIPLE ONES), a couple of the cutest little girls I’ve ever seen, and of COURSE some CRAZY FIERCE Careers!!!

District One wouldn’t be District One if there wasn’t a showstoppingly drop-dead gorgeous girl tribute volunteering to take that stage, would it?? Ashanti Simmons is ONE TO WATCH. Listen, our D1 girls have NEVER failed us and this girl is already at the top of everyone’s watch list!!

District Two keeps coming SO CLOSE and I feel it in my bones that this is the year they could take it home!!! Now I hear from my little twittering birds that Josiah Delisle is THE one and only boyfriend of our dearly departed Leon so the drama WRITES ITSELF. and SPEAKING OF DRAMA I heard a rumor of a rumor that Ingrid Bray wasn’t even supposed to be going into the Games??? It was ANOTHER girl who hit her head or something so I have a feeling Two is gonna be a WILD RIDE this year!!!

IS IT JUST ME OR DO WE HAVE A GHOST??? Demelza Oberon is the twin sister of one of our old faves from the 76th Games, Dayta!!! Her sister was, like, the smartest person to ever go through the Games so I cannot WAIT to see what kind of tricks our new girl from Three has up her sleeve. And how rare is it to get TWO volunteers from a place like Three??? I can’t wait to see what Ember Lowell has up his sleeve!!!

District Four is looking FINE this year!!! Can someone get me Kai Eldoris’s number??? You know I have a soft spot for cute ginger boys and after Landon left me high and dry last year I need a new tribute man!!! But then again Misty Shore might turn me. Homegirl is gorgeous AND a sweetie!!! Looks like District Four is going in a completely new direction with their tributes this year and I am HERE. FOR. IT.

SPEAKING OF GHOSTS. Who here remembers Ampere, AKA the girl who served some MAJOR sexual tension on the ropes course with our most recent Four victor, only to finish it off with the DRAMA of a hot makeout and HER OWN DRAMATIC DEATH. Well I think we’re about to see that same level of excitement from her sister Joule Shapiro!! It’s gotta run in the family, right???

Ok, I’m going to need someone to check in on Royce Carter. Is he ok??? Does he need, like, a glass of water or something because our new boy from Six looks out of it and to be honest??? I’ll have what he’s having!!! (Listen, I may be a shining spectacle of a blogger and human being but that doesn’t mean I don’t dabble in some fun every now and then!!!)

Rumour has it that our cute boy from D7 actually goes by Wilder, instead of the name that was called at the Reaping (Elio Sartori, btw). We love a mystery man!!! and is it me or is there some CRAZY tension between him and DP Laurel Oaken?? I don’t know about you guys, but I ship it!!

District Nine brought us another babe with two names!! Aspen Fields reportedly goes by Maisie back home! We love a cute nickname! And Couscous Dale’s brother Quinoa broke our hearts last year when he died in the bloodbath. I hope he lasts at least a teensy bit longer!!

Finley Ottern from Ten is just the cutest little bean!!! Watch out for her token; she’s brought a notebook with her so that she can tell you all her thoughts on paper, because she doesn’t like to talk out-loud. Major Hunger Games fans will recognise her surname; her brother was killed back in 69!

I’m not sure what to make of Twelve’s little one, but she’s definitely someone to keep an eye on. My friends tell me that Dahlia Hornby is wild, in a raised-by-wolves kind of way. I’m sure she’ll be just adorable beneath all that mud, though, and I for one can’t wait to see it!!

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imliterallypercyjackson · 6 years

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To all nine of you that follow me, I just wanted to say thanks. To anyone else who sees this, I figured I might put this out there as a feeler so y’all can see my writing, if you want. This is the first chapter from a story I’m writing about the son of Lugh the Long-handed, the Celtic god of light, who is also a reincarnation of his son CuChullain, growing up in modern America and has to deal with mythical bullshit alla PJO/HOO but, like, adultier and angstier. So. Yeah.

Also, an important note. Please feel free to reblog if you want, comment, I don’t care, but THIS IS NOT A WRITING PROMPT and it would really hurt my feelings if one of y’all took my idea and used it and wrote a book off of my chapter or something and I’d probably cry and scream and break something and feel pretty stabby and I don’t like feeling stabby so please please please please please don’t do that kay thanks.

Chapter 1

I'm not here to tell you that your problems aren't valid, because everyone has issues. But, seriously, if you heard what was going on in my life, you'd agree: other issues seem easy. Because, you see, as hard as going through a layoff and a divorce and your dog dying are, you still probably don't have to deal with almost getting your head blown off on the regular, do you, George? No? Didn't think so.

It's kind of a long story, and parts of it will probably sound familiar. But for you to really understand what's going on, I'll have to start at the beginning. It was my senior year of high school. Yeah, already a bad start, I know.

I was on my way out of the building at the end of the school day. Normally, at the end of the day, I would meet up with my best friend and we'd drive home to pretend we were gonna do our homework and really just play video games.

So I walked out of the building and found Asim waiting by the car.

Asim Bahadur Qarim is one of the greatest men who ever lived and that's a fact. His parents came to America when he was young, so young he doesn't remember his home in Iran. But they ran from all of the political turmoil that befell basically the entire Middle East, and they already had friends and family in America. Luckily, Mr. Qarim made friends with some soldiers that were taking some time off from their deployment. One of them, who came to be known to us as Uncle Miles, put them up in his place until they could find work and a house.

Now, Asim was about to graduate high school and had been accepted into Julliard in the fall for his acting talents. He, in part, wanted to do what he loved and make his parents proud, but he also wanted to be a famous Muslim actor, something he didn't see a whole lot of.

Asim was a handsome guy, or so the girls we went to school with kept reminding us. He had coal black hair that fell in wavy locks about his head. He kept it long enough to fall to his neck but not enough to hit his collar if he was wearing a collared shirt. His eyes were like black coffee, and his skin more like a mocha. His frame was strong but thin, as his exercise included mostly running and hiking. He had thick stubble on his face, thicker on his lip and chin. He was leaning against the hood of my car, one of his black loafers up on the body, with his thick jacket on and a pair of black jeans, a scarf around his neck and a beanie on his head. He was smoking a cigarette, putting it out and putting it back in his pack when he saw me.

“Really, man?” I said walking up. “Right before we get in the car?”

“Roll the windows down,” he said with a shrug.

“It’s January you turd.”

We got into the car, a dumpy little station wagon that was pretty much all that my parents could afford. But it didn’t matter. It had four wheels and an engine, so I was happy. In addition, the heater worked, which was especially good since I would have to sit in the car with Smokey Bear.

“I’m so excited to go skiing this weekend!” Asim said.

“Me too!” Since my parents didn’t have a whole lot of money, they spent all year every year saving up so that we could go on a big trip for Christmas. This year, they were taking Asim and me to a ski resort out in the mountains. I had been looking forward to the trip since September. “You packed, right?”

“Yeah, if we can just swing by my place really quick.”

I nodded and started heading for Asim’s house. It was a short drive, and we were there in no time. He ran into the house and was back out in a few minutes. Neither of his parents were home yet, but they would be meeting us at the resort later. My parents didn’t pay for them, but of course they invited the Qarim family, who graciously accepted. They were even bringing Uncle Miles.

We went back to my house, a tiny little townhouse in the suburbs just a couple miles from school. I ran inside and to the second floor to grab my bag from my room. I started heading back downstairs and looked at the walls that were covered with pictures of the three of us. I stepped out into the living room to see our sparsely-furnished but well-loved home, covered in even more pictures, month old newspapers my dad hadn’t gotten rid of, and old files from projects my mom finished and never cleaned up. It felt like home.

I sighed and stepped back outside. The air was colder than I remembered, so I drew my scarf up further around my neck and walked back to the car. I got in and was glad to be in the heat again. I rolled up the windows, the smell of cigarettes now gone from the cabin of the vehicle.

So we made our way to the highway and off to the mountains. It was a while before either of us spoke, but neither of us needed to. We were both comfortable enough with each other that we could sit in silence for hours.

Inevitably, one of us broke the silence. “Did you pick a school yet?” Asim asked. This had been a topic of hot debate for quite some time. I wanted to go to college, but I had no idea what to study. I had no idea what school to go to. I was kinda falling off the back of the wagon.

“No, I haven’t,” I said.

“Gotta get on that if you want to go to college.”

“Well, there’s community college.”

“You wanna be a community college guy?”

I gave him a glare quickly, then looked back at the road. “What’s wrong with community college?”

Asim suddenly got an uncomfortable look on his face. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?”

Asim was suddenly confused, and looking flustered. His cheeks flushed and he lowered himself in his seat. “I’m suddenly feeling very attacked.”

I chuckled. “Asim, I’m fucking with you. I know what you mean, but I don’t care. Fuck the stigma associated with community college. I’ll be getting an education for a fraction of the cost of something like Juilliard.”

Asim relaxed a little, some of the color leaving his cheeks. “Dude, don’t do that to me.”

“Well, I’m not some super star, so it isn’t like I can get into Juilliard. I’m not an athlete, so I can’t get into a D1 school. I’m no super computer that could make Stanford, or an engineering prodigy to go to MIT, or a social demigod to get into Harvard. I’m just… me.”

“You know as well as I do that you could have done any one of those things if you actually wanted to.”

Asim was right, of course. My biggest issue was that I never applied myself. My grades were always rather lackluster. I got good enough grades that my parents wouldn’t be on my back about it all the time, but not good enough to warrant any awards or scholarships. I was in fantastic shape and could have easily been a star football player, or track star, or a wrestler, baseball player, whatever I wanted. I was capable of doing it all, but I didn’t care enough to try. I never wanted to be on a stage, either, unlike Asim. I could sing, dance, act, I even dabbled in poetry from time to time, but I had no desire to share that with anyone.

“That’s not the point,” I said quietly.

“Then what is, Seth?”

“Maybe I don’t want to be in the spotlight. Maybe I just want to be a background character, like a librarian or something.”

“So what will you do then? Do you want to be a librarian?”

“Well… no… but you’re missing the point. Not every job needs a bachelor’s degree.”

“Then find one, and get passionate about it. I haven’t seen you passionate about anything in a long time, man. I’m starting to get worried.”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh, really? Name one thing.”

“I was really passionate about supporting you in The Sound of Music a couple months ago.”

“That doesn’t count, Seth! I mean your own stuff. The last time you were passionate about anything you did yourself was a long time ago! Ever since Becca—”

He winced, froze, and calmed down. He slunk down in his seat again, trying to make himself look smaller, almost like he wanted to hide from me.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said. “It’s been a year since she… well, yeah. I should be getting better by now.”

“It’s completely understandable, Seth. When Becca…”

“Died, Asim. She died. There’s no sense in hiding it, or denying it. She died.”

“Alright, when Becca… died… it was devastating. I mean, I lost my best friend. I can only imagine what it was like for you.”

I let out a deep sigh.

“Becca was everything to me, Asim. She was more than just my best friend, and my girlfriend. She was my muse. I wrote poetry because she inspired it. I sang because she made my heart sing. I danced because she made it hard for me to sit still. I worked out and got better grades because she inspired me to be better, and to make something of myself one day. When she died, she took it all with her. My love, my heart, my passion. It all faded.”

Asim put a hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t a lot, but I knew the intent behind it. I took one hand from the wheel so that I could cover his, holding tight for a second before letting go.

“Eventually you’ll have to do something, Seth. You’ll have to make some kind of decision, pick a path.”

“Eventually I will. But for now, I’ll survive.”

We sat in silence for a little while longer before I spoke again.

“For the record, I wanted to teach.”

Asim nodded. “That’s a noble pursuit there, Seth. For someone who says he doesn’t care, you sure seem to.”

“I always thought that the best teachers were the worst students,” I said.

“How does that make any sense?”

“Well, think about it this way. The teacher who was a bad student, who messed around with drugs and got in trouble, maybe got a girl pregnant or wrecked his dad’s car, that teacher understands the hardest parts of being a teenager because he succumbed to them. So, I didn’t necessarily do all of those things, but I have not been a great student and I would understand a kid who doesn’t like to do their school work. Maybe I could help them.”

Asim shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. I never thought about it that way.”

“Everyone has their own beasts to slay.”

We concluded our ride in silence. It was only another hour to the resort, so we arrived and found the house, going by the rental office to pick up the keys. Good thing my parents thought to put my name on the rental so I could sign for them.

We got up to the house, a nice little place up in the mountains. It was big enough for the six of us to fit comfortably, but not too big that we felt spaced out.

The first room we walked into was a kitchen, which opened out into a living and dining room beyond. None of the rooms had real walls separating them, just an island separating the kitchen from the living room. There was a staircase off in the back right corner of the living room that seemed to head down into a basement. Based on the placement of the house on the side of a hill, I figured that it would open out to the hill side.

We walked in and headed down the stairs. There was another open area with a television and a DVD player. There were a few doors off of the open room, indicating that they were the bedrooms. Two had queen beds, one had two twin beds, and one had a bunk bed and a twin bed. Asim and I moved our bags into the room with the bunk bed and set them down.

“Alright, now what?” Asim asked.

I shrugged. “We go shopping.”

I grabbed some paper out of a drawer and a pen and wrote a quick note:

Mom, dad,

Went out for groceries. Key under mat. See you soon.

Love,

Seth and Asim

Then Asim and I went on a very routine shopping trip. That was about the last part of our trip that was “routine” in any way.

#wip #original #oc #original piece #My writing #mine #all me #no touchy #Celtic #celtic mythology #cuchullain #irish mythology

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Tagged Yo

Name: Briana, but I go by Bree and sometimes Bryn

Gender: Genderfluid (65% female, 30% nonbinary/other, 5% male)

Star sign: Capricorn

Height: 5′ 8″

sexuality: Bisexual

What image do you have as wallpaper: A pic I took in FFXV of Ardyn which looks like he stole the camera and took a selfie. It’s my lockscreen and my wallpaper.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: In like 2nd grade, cause all the boys in my year were trolls and I was sick of them. We don’t talk about it. Or 2nd grade in general, it was a bad year.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years: It’d be nice if I was settled in a successful acting/writing career, but the way things are going who knows.

If you could be anywhere else right now, where?: England. Preferably London. Unless we’re talking, like, LITERALLY anywhere, including places that don’t exist, cause then I’ll take Middle-earth or Eos.

What was your coolest Halloween costume: Uh... hm. Tough. I’m gonna go with my Phantom of the Opera Red Death costume sophomore year of college, because I made the mask myself. It was based on the movie version, obvs, and of course it was far from perfect, but it still turned out awesome and since it was also for a class, I got the highest grade on that mask-making project. So booyah. But in high school, I was Darth Vader, Eric Draven aka The Crow, Batman, and then I was gonna do The Joker (Dark Knight version) but I could only get the makeup and scars and not the suit, so my friend lent me a purple fairy costume and I was a Joker Fairy. I won a costume contest.

What’s your favorite 90s show: Uhhhhhh... I suddenly forgot literally all 90s shows. I didn’t really watch TV in the 90s, so... hang on lemme look some up. Okay uh... Dexter’s Lab, Powerpuff Girls, I really liked those. Um, Freaks & Geeks was pretty good? Oh, Friends is pretty classic.

Who was your last kiss?: I literally have no idea, it’s been years lmao

Have you ever been stood up?: Not that I can think of, that sort of requires someone to ask you out, ya feel me?

Have you ever been to Las Vegas?: Once, my freshman year of college. My bff from high school’s mom paid for us to go see Avenged Sevenfold at the Hard Rock Café, only it was RIGHT before my very first finals. So obviously I said FUCK IT cause finals week was Thur-Wed, and I didn’t have any finals until Monday at 8:00 AM. So we flew out Friday morning, went to the concert Saturday night, and flew back Sunday. And then I went to my final hating the world but happy for the experience. Since I was still 17 at the time, we didn’t do any gambling or drinking but neither of us wanted to anyway so it was all good.

Favorite pair of shoes: Whichever one I’m wearing the most at any given time lmao

Favorite fruit: Probably mangoes, I really can’t resist them

Favorite book: The Hunchback of Notre Dame, followed closely by the Inferno from The Divine Comedy, Frankenstein, and Dracula.

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: Only one thing? Jeez. Um. It’s either a) the time I stuck a prop necklace for a play I was doing in a floor socket, nearly electrocuted myself, destroyed the necklace the day before opening, and looked like a moron in front of my cast and crew, all because my brain literally went, “hey, this part of the necklace is flat! I bet it would fit in that slot on the socket!”; b) the time I tried networking at the place I was temping because I wanted them to offer me a permanent job, and ended up so drunk that I passed out on the MAX home, stumbled off a stop, fell over and puked on my boots, and had to be taken to the emergency room; or c) the time I was at a band trip up the river in high school and wanted to swim across the river with my friends, forgetting that I was a scrawny weakling until I was at the mercy of the current, nearly got run over by a jet boat, and was so tired by the time I crawled to the rocks on the other side that they were already ready to go back across, I had to rest, and then almost drowned trying to swim/float my way back over because I was so tired. Straw poll, what do you think was the stupidest?

Hogwarts House: Ravendor, it’s really a 50/50 split at this point

Hours of sleep: Who the hell knows anymore? Usually 6+, often 12 because ~my brain doesn’t work properly~.

Blankets you sleep with: Preferably like one or two sheets, a comforter, and maybe some soft throws on top of that, but I’m not picky anymore.

Favorite Bands: Panic! at the Disco and Fall Out Boy are probably the top right now, also Imagine Dragons and WALK THE MOON probably, and Golden Bough which I’ve listened to literally since I was born. And I guess you could count Vitamin String Quartet. I don’t really listen to music that required bands much...

Favorite Solo artists: I actually listen to more solo artists than bands, but still less than just classical and instrumental. Faves are probably Lady Gaga, David Bowie, The Living Tombstone, Kesha, Andrew Bird, Sia, and Syrano.

Song stuck in my head: O-FUCKING-KAY LET ME TELL YOU, so for the last like two weeks I’ve had three songs cycling through my head and I wanna die. Bitch Better Have My Money (okay, not bad, it’s a fuckin awesome song); Tunak Tunak (SWEAR TO GOD WHY, WHY DID IT COME BACK TO HAUNT ME); and to my utter horror The Living Tombstone’s “W* *r* N*mb*r *n*” remix (I WANT TO FUCKING DIE AND IT’S @chocokweehn‘S FAULT)

Last movie I watched: Alice in Wonderland (1951), I got nostalgic

Why did I create my blog: Someone on the ProBoards RP I was on posted a gif, and I was like 😱 what is this soRCERY? WITCHCRAFT?! And so I boogied over here and just started exploring. And I’ve been here ever since, just cause I liked the format and the reblogging and the Idk the community feel? And now I’m trapped like the rest of you lol.

What do I post: Basically anything I think is worth it. Humor, politics/activism stuff, art (mostly others, sometimes mine), fandom stuff, pretty things, Idk just whatever.

When did I create my blog: Like early 2011? I think February 2011, I’d have to check which I don’t know how to do

Do I have other blogs?: So fuckin many, mostly RP blogs, but the main other ones are @peredhelhathladring, which was my last URL that I wanted to save so I made it a Star Wars only blog (which is funny cause the URL is in Sindarin, a very not-Star Wars language), and @breerps which is my writing/RP/inspiration blog.

Do you get asks?: Now and then.

Following Blogs: 1,836, and honestly so many are probably inactive and I need to go cull them but who has the energy for that

Favorite colors: Dark red, dark purple, black, and gold

Lucky numbers: 7

Instruments: I played flute from 5th grade to I think sophomore or junior of high school, then switched to alto saxophone from then to freshman year of college. I still have my instruments, I just haven’t lived anywhere where I could play them without disturbing other people. I’ve dabbled with piano and guitar for a long time and I have a keyboard that I plunk at sometimes.

What am I wearing: Black t-shirt, black, gray, and pink fuzzy pj pants, and Star Wars socks

Dream job: Actor and writer

Dream trip: Paris, specifically to Notre Dame

Favorite food: Chocolate. Just, yeah... chocolate.

Nationality: American

Followers: 1,441, with blocking all porn blogs lmao

Reasons for your url: Because I’m Star Wars trash, and I was thinking about how Indiana Jones named himself after the dog and was like how funny would it be if Kylo Ren did that?

Tagging: @aceofaces20, @comepraisetheinfanta, @maiievshadowsong, @arcanerogues, @hey-hey-shutthefuckup, uh yeah just whoever wants to

#Bree's stuff #about me #about Bree

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rakuraiwielder · 7 years

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I'm working on your ask, but here's some for you: I, A, M, S, P, O, T

Ask prompt here: x

thanks puffin!! this is gonna be long and nostalgic eyy

I - HasTumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

I wouldn’t say “actively dislike” butthe toxicity of fandom on this website has sucked away most of my passion for Voltron lol. I used to really dig itthe first month or so after getting really into it when S2 aired. I still havean unfinished draft for a 7-parter rarepair fic //ey guess my fav duo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)// sitting in my folders. don’t think I’llbe touching it any time soon though. im rather burnt out from this fandom, evenif I do still enjoy watching all the new seasons thereafter.

another is StevenUniverse ah a. (but in its and my defence, I wasn’t really into it anywaysas compared to other fandoms. the songs are still good, but I haven’t beenkeeping up with the newer Steven bombs, one part because of motivation, andanother because the thought of going into the tags to reblog contentintimidates the heck out of me pffft)

A - Ships that youcurrently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone hasOTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

(puffin this question is gonnatake up half the ask oh god)oh bOY where do I start hahahaha. there’s so many aph and fe callbacks hahaha few otps aside I really have too manycrackpairs and platonic friendship ride-or-die squads I would die for. theseare only a few really relevant ones from the top of my head-

OTPS:

Norway/Vietnam (Hetalia) – alWAYS. i dont talk about and reblog much aph anymore but i still think about these two frequently. they were my first and closestthing ever to an actual otp in all my years of knowing what an otp was gosh Ihope to write about them again soon. their dynamics are the peak of mypreferences.

MU(avatar unit)/Silas (FE Fates) – thechildhood friends + loyal knight and liege trope + a pinch of memory loss wasnever really my thing, but guess there’s a first for everything ha h a ah a….silas is too pure for the angst I put him through im so sorry ಸ ل͜ ಸ

Berkut/Rinea (FE: SOV) – the second that one cutscene of these two played I got1000% more invested in the story pffft. anyways rinea may be top tier fav andberkut shit tier fav, and their story tragic as heck (and I would also arguethat he doesn’t deserve her), but their genuine and honest love for each otheramidst the incoming death flags gets me every time

707/MC (Mystic messenger) – honestly they can either be a really good platonicdynamic duo or a solid otp. purely from the perspective of my own MC, theycomplement each other well; perfect balance of light-hearted teasing and asolid wall of comfort for each other.

Ray-Saeran/MC (Mystic messenger) – ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(Other) Ships:

Seychelles/Iceland/HK (Hetalia) – they are good togetherromantically or platonically hahahaha. a good golden trio of kids

Russia/Vietnam (Hetalia) – their potential relationship and clashof character due to conflicting personalities fascinate me. a totally differentnoir vibe from norviet and one I hope to explore if I ever come back to aph

Nyx/Leo (FE Fates) – nyx ships are reallyrare but half of them are surprisingly sweet and poignant. Odin and Laslow tooare really sweet candidates to woo this jaded grandma’s heart.

MU/Laslow (FE Fates) – got to thank a wacky7-11 employee au dream I had for this one. but in the games their supportconversations are surprisingly thoughtful and low-key flirting which was notwhat I expected at all. wholesome.

Ham/Kai (MUxMU, FE) – remember when I said protag/protagships are the good stuff? yea h thatprincess tutu au is coming along swell

Alm/Celica (FE: SOV) – the rare main canon couple I love whodon’t die and get their happy ending (LOL this sounds really pathetic now thatI’ve said it)

Leon/Valbar (FE: SOV) – no one is surprised LOL. romantic orno, as long as leon is happy with where he stands with valbar and valbar ishappy with where he is im happy for them both

Conrad/Rinea (FE: SOV) – I know there are a couple of youreading this whos gonna give me that look but liste n; they could have met, and there is potential for them.(honestly this is just like another norviet situation where I put my 2 topfaves together for crackpair experimentation bUT IT WORKS I ASSURE YOU)

Zen/MC (Mystic messenger) – zen is so earnest that I can’t refute himhahaha. he also has a special seat in my mysme heart, since he was the firstroute I played and made me create content for the fandom proper

707/Jaehee (Mystic messenger) – they are rapidly gaining OTP status ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª aaaa nightmare flashbacks because justlike norviet they really are the rarest of crackpairs and have almost to no content(gonna get down to business and churn fic out one day). these two are moresimilar than they’d think too.

Cecil/Haruka (Utapri) – ahahaha a good ship from a guiltypleasure fandom

(Purely) Platonic:

Izuku/Iida/Ochako (BNHA) – the first golden trio of thisseries. I love them so much.

Vanderwood/MC (Mystic messenger) – they parallel each other. truly thebiggest ride-or-die duo I will support to the end of time

Zen/Yoosung (Mystic messenger) – zen is such a mother hen to yoosungwwwww truly wholesome

Chise/Ruth (Ancient Magus Bride) – platonic master/familiar-partner relationships where both of them care for each other so much to the point where they would die for the other are my one weakness. its the reason i love writing more fleshed-out pokemon aus and loyal dogs/animals in longer fics. anyways these two are good

M - Name acharacter that you’d like to have for a friend.

707. It would be a trip justknowing him. (apart from the memes. but my life is already 80% meme, honestlywhats the difference ahahaha aaa-) Just, I feel like it would be really fun tohang out with him and revel in his wackiness (even if that personality is afront, maybe one day when i finally get into his inner-circle of friends, I hopeto be privy and be a good listening ear to his truer, more sombre personality.)

On the other hand, myself-confidence and 2nd hand embarrassment will be directlyproportional to each other (And im 100% sure Seven is the kind of person whowill exploit that hAH)

S - Show us anexample of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Every relevant character inMysmes is either a type of asexual (greysexual etc.), or on various points ofthe bi-spectrum. Yeah; even self-proclaimed, “straight-laced” Zen lol.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (wealways need more ideas)

Vampire/Selkie AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

a selkie whose skin gets stolen and hidden from a human man is forced to become his bride and taken back to his village. there, to escape the stares of bigoted villagers and the clutches of her overbearing and possessive husband, she takes refuge in the only place he would not go; the old holy church.

only, she finds she isn’t the first to occupy this place of solitude. the master of the church notices her soon enough, and when vampire recognises the ancient weave of magic that flows within her, he appears; intrigued for something other than a fresh meal.

(basically a deviation from the standard vampire (romance-ish) novels lolol plot bunny hit me pre-Christmas eve dinner/yesterday and sofar im digging it. still planning the ship and fandom though; it might very easily be OC-based)

O - Choose a songat random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

since 1 is never enough, hereare 4 songs I was listening to recently:

Little Knights, Nem feat.Noire : Zen/MC(a zen-ish song through and through)

over and over, Yanagi Nagi : Saeran Choi + 707&MC(more saeran-centric with interpretative lyrics and referencing to both ray andunknown personas)

Finding something to do, HelloGoodbye : 707/Jaehee(fits their “don’t go where I can’t follow” dynamic haha ow.)

Life will Change, Shoji Meguro + Benjamin Franklin feat. Lyn Inaizumi : Kai(mui) or Ham(let)(honestly the entire persona 5 ost is massive fe fates protag feels)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons thatyou will die defending?

Not really. I’m a very flexible person when it comes tointerpretable lore and content, especially if it’s the type of HCs that thefandom collectively comes up with. Unless it’s a canon fact, I like to dabble orjust stay away from HCs in general. If I have to come up with some in my fics,then so be it. But most of the time these HCs are either super vague or onlyapply to the context in this particular piece or series of writing. Basically Idon’t mind switching HCs for charas frequently as long as it does notfundamentally change their own character. (HCs for hobbies and loves and habitsand relationships apart from their inner circle, etc. are all fine)

Honestly it just boils down to expectations lol I know myown limits, and I know not to be disappointed when canon updates end updebunking (popular) fandom HCs or my own.

#answer and recall #thanks #puffin you never fail to be one no.1 hypeman every time ahahaha

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