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whatiwillsay · 3 years

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off topic - let’s talk about gaylena 👀

selena gomez is one of taylor’s oldest and bestest friends and given that she is in the 22 liner notes, a huge part of taylor’s life, and maybe fruity herself it seems like possibly we don’t talk about her here at the blog enough!

i don’t want to do a timeline of selena and taylor’s friendship - you can read more about that here, but they met back in the day when they were both dating jonas brothers and to me this idea of finding a real friendship in the midst of these contrived promances is pretty adorable.

ofc most of y’all think taylor is a fruit basket but i think there’s a good chance that selena is too! i’m not saying she is for sure but y’all know me. i’’m here to make a compelling case that everyone and their dog is gay so let’s gooooo!

Part I - At least one fake rs!

Selena “dated” Taylor Lautner in 2009 and he’s definitely gay. Of course, that doesn’t mean she is, it could just be PR, but y’all know I gotta note everything! We stan our fruity bffs dating the same gays 😍

Part II - Selena x cara delevingne

i feel like there’s a chance they met through taylor but everyone in that squad adjacent circle knows one another. cara dated michelle rodriguez for the first half of 2014 and then got with annie clark in March 2015 but it feels like it’s possible something has gone on between her and Selena from summer 2014 - early 2015? ...maybe something casual on and off a bit?

August 2014 - Steamy pics surface in Saint-Tropez, France

Selena and and a freshly single Cara vacation together in part to celebrate Selena’s 22nd birthday.

They party together and look cozy!

Pictures such as this surface and spark rumors around the two:

Selena apparently loves the rumors and gushes about being shipped with Cara.

Quote:

You say Selena drag queens were the true measure of success for you. But isn’t it true that you’re not truly famous until you’ve been the subject of a gay rumor? And last year, the tabloids had a field day with photos of you and Cara Delevingne. I’ve made it!

How did you react to those rumors? Honestly, I loved it. I didn’t mind it. Especially because they weren’t talking about other people in my life for once, which was wonderful. Honestly, though, she’s incredible and very open and she just makes me open. She’s so fun and she’s just extremely adventurous, and sometimes I just want that in my life, so I didn’t mind it. I loved it.

Notice she doesn’t deny them? Now of course she could just be being cool, if she freaked out about it that might be even weirder but hey, it’s still kind of interesting.

Then she admits to questioning her sexuality???

Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Oh, I think everybody does, no matter who they are. I do, yeah, of course. Absolutely. I think it’s healthy to gain a perspective on who you are deep down, question yourself and challenge yourself; it’s important to do that.

(Selena btw, this is cool and all, but not everybody questions their sexuality, maybe you’re just gay 👀)

November 1 - LACMA Art + Film Gala

they even left the event together 👀

and they hung out earlier that day as well:

They were seen the next day partying for Kendall Jenner’s bday singing to her:

a few weeks later Cara tweets Selena’s lyrics!

In December 2014 they are travelling together in texas:

in january 2015 they get cozy at the golden globes together!

and they leave together again:

January 19th/20th a bunch of gay nonsense happens

They post this gay shit with matching shoes and linked fingers:

then they say this to one another:

Enty says they were hooking up!

then we don’t get any more content that i can find for about six months! perhaps they had a fling from summer 2014-jan 2015 and then it ends, Cara gets with Annie in March? Then after half a year apart Selena and Cara resume a friendly relationship? Perhaps! Selena is seen with Justin a bit off and on during this time but this was in their Style/Heat Death Era imo (tbh i probably shouldn’t give a hetty pairing including Justin that designation 🤢but y’all get what I’m saying - it’s fully possible Selena was hooking up with both of them!

Now I’m not super familiar with Selena’s discography so y’all lmk if I’m missing anything major - lyric wise that point to her not being straight.

Selena’s album Revival that comes out after this relationship has a few songs with some vibes, even though I get the feeling a lot of it is probably about Justin, allow me to reach. The title track could be translated as someone coming to terms with their sexuality (among other things):

I feel like I've awakened lately The chains around me are finally breaking I've been under self-restoration I've become my own salvation Showing up, no more hiding, hiding The light inside me is bursting, shining It's my, my, my time to butterfly

Good for you, imo, is too sexy to be about a man even if it’s not super queer lyrically it’s a vibe ok?

Me & My Girls might be a bestie anthem a la 22 (oh wait, no 22 was gay too) but I mean...could be about a girl gang of lesbians too!

And if we want it, we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it I know we're making you thirsty You want us all in the worst way But you don't understand I don't need a man

Quinn Fabray indeed!

Nobody feels probably like a retrospective on Justin 🙄but...there is a hint of sapphic craving in there! Saying this particular lover loves them differently than everyone is a bit 👀 plus this stanza:

No oxygen, can barely breathe My darkest sin, you've raised release And it's all because of you, all because of you And I don't know what it is, but you've pulled me in No one compares, could ever begin To love me like you do And I wouldn't want them to

Is Perfect about some bitch Justin started dating? Probably but bear with me here this song is actually pretty fucking gay. Gay enough that I’m gonna add it to one of my gay playlists. Could this song actually be about Cara moving on to Annie?

Ooh, and I bet she has it all Bet she's beautiful like you, like you And I bet she's got that touch Makes you fall in love, like you, like you

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips Maybe I should be more like her Maybe I should be more like her I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too And she's perfect And she's perfect

Part III - Selena x Julia Michaels

Julia Michaels is a singer/songwriter known for her song Issues. I don’t know her sexuality but she at the least has gay vibes! It seems they met around this time perhaps because Julia wrote on Revival.

They have a friendly enough friendship for a few years, liking one another’s posts on IG from time to time, posing for a photo a time or two and then they seem to get swept up into this very intense friendship in 2019. They write some music together and Julia goes whole hog in promoting the shoe brand Selena is hawking this time 😭

2019 - The Superior Sapphic Jelena Timeline:

It starts, for some reason with a lot of shoe promotion:

chill, chill

more shoes

but more gayness?

this homo shit

ok...

Then we go into the REALLY GAY NOVEMBER OF 2019:

Then they perform together:

And...actually kiss...on the mouth on stage???

Sure it’s just a peck but still...if that were a guy people would say they were dating.

Somehow kissing on the mouth isn’t the gayest thing these girls do over this period because these fucking dykes got matching tattoos. I’ve read enough Larry blogs to know this actually means they’re secretly married. All jokes aside this is fruity behavior.

From their IG stories:

Selena gets Julia a very nice christmas gift:

Covid sets in and content drops off but god damn! It’s possible they just had an intense friendship but if a man and a woman collabed on music together, kissed in public, and got matching tattoos everyone would say they were dating!

Selena, as far as I can find, didn’t have any public boyfriends around this time so who are some of these love songs about?

Rare comes out in January 2020 and perhaps has some gayish songs?

Don’t tell me why but boyfriend lowkey, has a gay vibe. Don’t ask me to explain it but it’s just the musicality of it.

Crowded Room could be a love song for Julia? (or by Julia for Selena, since they’re collaborators?)

Baby, it's just me and you Baby, it's just me and you Just us two Even in a crowded room Baby, it's just me and you, yeah

These are general gay vibes, our secret moments in a crowded room tease

It started polite, out on thin ice 'Til you came over to break it I threw you a line and you were mine

It would have started out polite between them, since they worked together for years before whatever 2019 was happened. And throwing someone a line first of all makes Selena sound like the aggressor but also “throwing someone a line” could be a reference to writing songs together.

Yeah, I was afraid, but you made it safe I guess that is our combination Said you feel lost, well, so do I So won't you call me in the morning? I think that you should call me in the morning If you feel the same, 'cause

Lots of people are afraid at the beginning of a gay rs. Treacherous tease 👀

In summation!

Selena does gay stuff like fantasizing ab kissing other women in her music, getting very touchy with famous dykes on vacay, hangs out with Taylor Swift, has chronic mental health issues, dated a jonas brother and a twilight gay, has admitted to questioning her sexuality, and loves being shipped with women. Is she gay? I don’t know! But all she’s missing from her celesbian bingo card is a suspiciously intense friendship with a Glee Cast member! What do you guys think? Selena fruity or just weird?

Edit to add: so apparently I missed an entire ship and Selena supposedly acted really gay all the time with her backup dancer Charity Baroni. Exposing SMG has posted a lot about all that.

Also Selena has been cast in a gay role! edit to add: @bisluthq went and found this for me - julia is indeed a fruit queen

#selena gomez #gaylena #taylena #gossip #cara delevingne #julia michaels #lesbian #sapphic #of interest #taylor's fruity friends

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theotherackerman · 3 years

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My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

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Saturday, January 23rd

chapter twenty-six: when the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room

There was a problem with medication. Once one took it, people seemed to get the idea that one was cured. All those feelings one had earlier were simply gone. Disappeared into some sort of blackhole.

But they weren’t.

The medication stabilized, it made it easier to deal with.

This was the problem that Eren Jaeger was wrestling with today.

Grisha’s birthday creeped near.

It started Friday afternoon and continued into Saturday.

Eren couldn’t tell you why but suddenly he could hear Grisha’s voice in his head. Telling him the music wasn’t good enough. The music would never be good enough. Nothing Eren ever did was good enough. He would never be good enough for anyone. For Mikasa. For Armin. For Zeke. He didn't deserve any of it.

The same things Grisha would say when he was alive.

It didn’t take long for Zeke to notice the change in Eren’s mood.

“Eren,” Zeke said as he sat down on the couch next to his brother. “How are you?”

“I’m not good. Dad’s birthday is coming….I know it’s stupid….I’ve been thinking of him a lot,” Eren muttered before he looked down.

“It is not stupid, Eren. Is there anything I can do to help?” Zeke’s hand rested on Eren’s shoulder.

“I don’t know. I just...I’m going to go upstairs,”Eren said before he stood.

“Well, if you need anything…”

“I know. Thanks, Zeke.”

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Zeke Jaeger didn't drink that much.

For obvious reasons.

Much like his brother, it took far too many drinks to make him drunk.

But right now, he would give his left arm not to be sober.

Eren was breaking down as Grisha's birthday came closer.

Pieck was wrecked over Jean.

Niccolo was feuding with Sasha.

Reiner's aunt was in the hospital, dying.

The only sane ones were Marcel, Porco, and Bertolt who were far too wrapped up in a mix of school and work to do anything else.

This was insanity. It was the literal definition. Doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.

Zeke pulled out her phone and clicked on the contact.

"How do you do it?" Zeke asked.

"Are we friends now or something?" Levi's voice rang in Zeke's ear. "Because I thought you were somebody I paid hourly to listen to my bullshit "

"Okay, fine. Whatever. I am at the end of my rope here and you are the only semi sane person I know. I have two broken hearted people, another kid was a dying aunt, and my brother is going through a mental health crisis because of our piece of shit father's birthday is coming! So a little friendship and compassion would be nice!"

Levi laughed.

He laughed.

Zeke wanted to commit murder.

"Hmm...seems like your kids are as bad as the ones here."

"They are not my ki…."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Alright, Captain. I see what you did. But what do you do? I cannot deal with this level of heartbreak from all of them."

"Nothing. You do nothing. You listen, you let them cry. You hope they get through it. They're all past needing us to fight their battles. I see the guilt you have for Eren. Not getting him away from Grisha soon enough, saving him. But you've got to let that go. You can't save everyone. And you're there for them. That's what counts. Besides, you and I have bigger things to disassemble."

"I believe I gave you that advice."

"Learn to practice what you preach, doc. Also get more fucking friends. You think Eren wants Mikasa over there sooner? Would that help or make it worse?"

Zeke sighed. He thought about it.

Eren had improved since having Armin and Mikasa back into his life. That improvement was directly from their influence.

"If she does not have other plans, it could not hurt."

"How's he holding up?"

"Well, he has not injured himself or drank. So that is an improvement from last year."

"He injured himself?"

"Not on purpose. He slipped and fell. He hurt his arm. It looked very strange for a bit there."

"I'll tell Mikasa you called because Eren isn't doing well."

"Thank you. I just have to work and I worry while I am gone."

"Whatever. I'm hanging up now."

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Stay stable.

Don't relapse.

Easier said than done when it came to the struggle with his bipolar.

Eren was walking a fine line recently. One between his sanity and his past.

The past was harder to deal with than Eren thought.

His phone rang.

It was Mikasa.

"Hey," he said after he answered the call.

"Hi. Zeke called Levi. He said you weren't doing very well."

"Yeah. It's not a big deal though. It's just...my dad's birthday."

"Do you want me there?"

"More than anything. I mean you don't have to be here but I wish you were. Besides, it's getting late. I don't want you driving in th dark. I know how much you hate it."

"It's okay. I can come."

"No, don't. Tomorrow. Come tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just...stay on the phone with me, okay?"

"Okay."

"Thanks, Mikasa."

"Anytime. Anything you want to talk about?"

"Hmmm….distract me. Tell me something I don't know about you."

"Eren, you know almost everything about me."

"Come on, there has to be something."

"Let me think...oh. When we won battle of the bands, we all went and got tattoos that sort of go together. They're all space themed."

"Oh. That's why you have a moon on your ankle."

"You noticed?"

"Of course, I did."

Eren noticed everything about her. How she laughed and the way her nose crinkled.

"Yeah, so I have a moon, Historia has the sun, Ymir has Saturn. Sasha has a galaxy and Annie has a star," Mikasa explained.

"Why the moon?"

"I don't know. I guess because I've always liked looking up at the moon."

"Hmmm…"

"What about you? Any secrets I don't know?" she teased.

"Oh. I've got a bunch."

"Really?"

"No. I wish. I've told you all mine. No secret tattoos."

"As you said...there has to be something I don't know "

"Uh...well I guess I have always wanted a tattoo especially since you and Armin have them."

"Wait! Armin has a tattoo?" Mikasa exclaimed.

"Oh. I thought you knew. With him dating Annie, I thought she would have told you. He's got birds on his shoulder."

"Huh. I never knew that. What would you get if you could?"

"Well, at first, I wanted birds. Now...I'm not so sure. I guess that's why I haven't got one yet. Maybe something to mark everything I've been through, you know?"

"I do."

Eren and Mikasa talked all through the night about everything. About how Zeke let stray cats come into the house. They talked about writers block and how they both failed at getting rid of it. They talked about what Zeke's house was like in the winter.

They just talked.

Eventually, they both fell asleep on the phone together.

#mmtylif #my writing

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #444

“the monster you made is wearing the crown / i’ll be the king, and you’ll be the clown”

Do you take off from school, or work for your birthday? Ha, I used to try to talk Mom into letting me stay home from school... It only sometimes worked. Have you ever created ‘open when’ letters for someone? No. That'd be cute for an s/o, though. What is the best thing about being in the relationship you’re in right now or about being single? Not having to fear my partner leaving because of the struggles I'm going through. Not having to worry about not being enough for another person, because I'm not even enough for myself. Do you have a favourite painting? Not by a historical artist, no, but there is a piece by a deviantART artist called "Denialism" (by NukeRooster/Tatchit, if you're interested) that I adore so much I've actually gotten her permission to get it tattooed one day when I can afford a brilliant artist to do it. What are some of the best life hacks you know? /shrug What makes you smile without fail? MARK LAUGHING laj;sdkafjwlk;erj Do you know what you’ll be getting your loved ones for the holidays this winter? No clue. That's still a whiles off. What is your biggest short-term goal (within the next month)? Just lose a decent amount of weight for a month's time. What will your next tattoo be of? It depends on what cash I have available, really. As much as it sucks, I think my next tat is a whiles off because I just have more pressing things to pay for. Has anyone very close to you ever died? Besides pets, the closest human to me that's ever died was Jason's mom. If you were throwing your significant other/best friend a themed party, what would the theme be? Uh, Frieza-related, obviously. Do you feel prepared for the apocalypse? I don't believe in the apocalypse in the biblical sense of it being determined by an ultimate power, so this isn't something I really think about. Whenever humanity ends, it ends. I don't have a say, so I may as well not obsess over it. Do you think you will have children naturally, adopt, or forgo having children altogether? I'm not having kids, but if I did, I know that either I'd have to give birth to them or my hypothetical wife would for me to feel *properly* connected to them as a mother should. Oh, or if my male partner had a kid from a previous relationship, but I'd have to be REALLY in love with him to feel like that child is also my own. Do you take pictures of yourself on a daily basis? Oh god no. Do you believe in angels? No, but rather just spirits. Is there anything in your past that you used to regret, but now you don’t? Hm, maybe? Does your knee hurt? My knees always hurt. Has anyone ever called you sexy? Yes. Do you like raisins? omg nooooo What is your favorite bug? Butterflies! :') Do you like Scrabble? Sure, it's fun for a board game. Do you have a printer? Yes. What is your favorite food? Cheeseburgers or pizza, probably. I know, so American. Have you ever overheard a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Yes. Do you like ants? They are very fascinating when you really think about it, but I still find them incredibly annoying. Did you like the movie Antz? I loved it as a kid. Have you ever drank goat milk? No, I don't believe so. What’s your favorite video game? Silent Hill 2 and Shadow of the Colossus. Do you like cats? I love kitties!!! :') Are goldfish your favorite fish? No. I think my favorite is probably the lionfish. Do you like vanilla pudding? No. I only like chocolate pudding. What is your opinion on gay marriage? I 100% support it and would fight to the death for it. What is your opinion on gay adoption? Don't even fucking look at me if you see a problem with a parentless child finding a home with two people in love. Who was the last person you had a crush on? Sara. What’s the most expensive piece of clothing you own? I have zero clue. Why do you drive the car you have right now? I don't have my own car. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Omg yes and it sucks. Are you friends with your neighbors? No. What is your current desktop picture? One of my favorite pictures of my late pup, Teddy. What’s the coolest thing you’ve seen out the window of an airplane? Mountains! Does your neighbor have any pets? *shrug* Have you ever swam in a mountain lake? No, but that sounds VIBIN'. Has a cat/dog ever thrown up on your bed? alksdjflk;a;jdfalwe yes Have you ever had a concussion? One or two. Do you know anyone who has a pet gecko? Not currently, I think? I want a fat-tailed gecko, though. :( Would you ever go bear hunting? I wouldn't dare hunt ANY animal. Have you ever seen two movies at the theater in a row? I have not. How many teenagers do you know who have babies? I know no teen personally that has a child, but there were some pregnant students in high school. If you could keep your parents or trade them for other parents, which would you pick? I would NEVER change my parents. Is there a piggy bank in the room you’re in? It's not a "piggy" bank, per se, but my sister got me a skull one that she says is for my tattoo funds. :') How many sets of twins do you know? Two, off the very top of my head. If you have younger siblings, are you very protective of them? Yes. No one fucks with her for as long as I live. If you have older siblings, are they very protective of you? Not especially. Who is your favorite Disney Channel person? Uhhh, maybe Raven Symone? How many pets do you have? Just two. Do you think you will be successful in life? No. :/ What do you have pierced? My earlobes, twice, and my bottom lip. I have been dyinnnnggg for some new ones lately. :/ Does techno annoy you as much as it annoys me? No, I actually enjoy quite a bit of techno. What’s your comfort food? Ice cream. Do you like paranormal stuff? YES. Do you have a favorite stuffed toy? Rebel, my adorable meerkat plush from Jason, and Brownie, my moose from Cabela's. What’s the most exciting project you were given? In a way, my senior project since you got to choose your own topic, but I dreaded the presentation. Do you have a good sense of direction? Not at ALL. What are your favorite colour for a cat? Orange! If you had to live your life carrying a shield, what would its design be? This is gonna sound super, super cheesy, but probably a heart to symbolize how love should and could block the effects of hate and general evil and that we should pursue that instead of violence. Out of all the cancers, which one do you think needs to find a cure first? Oh god, they all do. If I had to pick one though, it'd be one of the inevitably fatal kinds, like pancreatic. What are your general afterthoughts when you’ve finished a book? I feel accomplished for actually reading to a story's completion. How many pairs of glasses (not sunglasses) have you owned? Two, I think? What color is your flash-drive? Hot pink. Have you ever built a sand castle? Yeah. How many houses have you lived in? Six. One I have no memory of. Do you shut off the water while you brush your teeth? Yes. What video game should everybody play at least once? Amnesia: A Machine for PIgs for the symbolism. It blows my mind how most horror fans hate it; it's like they totally miss the point. 100 years from now, what modern things will people look back on and say, “WTF?” Hopefully things like homophobia, racism, misogyny, concepts like those. What is impossible to understand until it happens to you? Mental illness, to name only one thing. What fictional food item from a television show, cartoon, movie, or video game have you always wanted to try? Hm. There's a lot that has looked super good, really. What’s something that gets much more hate than it deserves? Nickelback, lmao. What phrases or sayings drive you crazy? "Everything happens for a reason," "it could be worse/some people have it worse," "it's all part of God's plan," "just think positive"... a lot of stuff. Do you have a deviantART? I do, even though Eclipse made it fucking suck. I only really stay because I cling to the dying hope of being at least somewhat successful on there, and I enjoy keeping tabs on the artwork of the hundreds of people I watch there. Who is your favorite character in your favorite movie? Mufasa, even if he doesn't last long in the movie. :''''''( Have you ever been to Germany? No, but I'd love to! What is your favorite holiday? Christmas. Have you ever been ice skating? No. The blades on the skates scare me. Have you ever taken a karate class? No. Do you have any nieces or nephews? I have a lot, if you include my half-siblings' kids. Do you own an Xbox? Nah, I've always been a PlayStation gal. Would you date someone who’s well-known for cheating? Nope. Would you break up with someone your parents didn’t approve of? No. I'd consider their reasons, but ultimately, it's about me loving the person. Could you be in a relationship without sex? Yeah, sure. It's not ideal, but I mean if the other person is just very opposed, I'm certainly not forcing them. Emotional intimacy is more important to me, anyway. Have you ever been “friendzoned”? Yep. :') Briefly, anyway. Jason tried for my sake, but it was VERY short-lived by no one's fault but my own because all I know how to do is fuck shit up when it comes to him. Which “famous couple” is your favorite? LOOK Mark and Amy are FUCKIN GEMS Have you ever “destroyed” a relationship? Pretty fucking much. Are you the “dominant” or the “submissive” part in a relationship? I'm submissive by nature. Do you think Valentine’s Day is overrated? No, I think it's a cute holiday. Which do you feel is worse of the two to smoke: weed or tobacco? Well, weed has more carcinogens, but at least it has actual health benefits. Who did you last see that you haven’t seen in ages? *shrug* Are you photogenic at all? God no.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''necessary evil'' by motionless in white (ft. jonathan davis)

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secret-engima · 4 years

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So in your Naruto FF cover where Noct/Yoru is believed to be a god, what are the reactions of the families of the Chocobros? Cause their Clan member just got poached but they've also been really strange ever since their near death experience that woke up their memories (or did they always remember)? Especially the Hyuuga because they basically had Hikaru/Ignis enslaved and branded. Or even some povs from the Chocobros. (Poor Prompto, being an Aburame lol)

Ooooo tricky. Kinda depends on the family?

Lemme see- Ignis’s family are Most Displeased. They are super possessive of their eyeballs and treat their branch members as slaves anyway so they see it more like theft than a powerful man claiming a friend. Of course, there’s not much they can DO about it considering it’s Yoru and he burns Ignis’s seal off in .05 seconds and also threatens to burn the rest of the main branch to the ground if they touch Ignis again (not in so many words, but his magic does flatten a few of the members with its intensity when they got too close to Ignis.

Tbh that’s probably a blood grudge the Hyuga hold until Naruto’s time even though they stay in Konoha and Ignis is known among the hyuga not only as the blind member but the Stolen Hyuga. A warning to all hyuga of what will happen if they are not careful with their eyes and other such nonsense that only works because younger Hyuga don’t interact with Yoru enough to know that he’s a really chill dude and Ignis is happy where he is.

The Inuzuka are not too thrilled at first, but more laidback about it? Gladio still visits and they can tell that he’s Super Happy about being reunited with Yoru, and Yoru is polite and respectful to them and their dogs like him and you can never go wrong with the opinion of dogs in an Inuzuka’s eyes.

The Aburame ... are honestly the most chill about this? They aren’t too thrilled at first, but Yoru already has a Hyuga and an Inuzuka by then, so there is a precedent, and after a bit of watching it’s clear that these four are basically a Hive unto themselves and Prompto is happy to be there, is healthy and well cared for so they just kinda- shrug and move on. Maybe use the fact that one of their own is “Favored by Yoru” to their advantage during tricky Council meetings generations later.

The oddness and memories thing were long commented on, but ... mostly unnoticed in Hikaru’s case? Among the Branch Clan it was noted, but no one said anything or really thought about it because honestly I doubt the Hyuga have never had an Incident where Branch Members get a bit ... weird post Sealing and post a traumatic experience. That’s a chakra doohickey tattooed to your SKULL, side-effects are not impossible. The Inuzuka noticed it too, but Gladio was still ... himself, just a big more jaded and mature so they let it slide.

The Aburame maybe spent a good few years trying to figure out what the freak happened with Prompto though. Because they’ve never had a bug-a-phobic member before and it’s weird. They love him tho. He’s their disaster child.

Tbh in the Warring States Era nobody was really focused on mental health. If you were loyal to the Clan and could fight that was all that really mattered, weirdo personality changes aside.

Uhhh POVs but only short snips, and pls forgive any inconsistencies with previously establish AU lore my brain is tired and I may not keep all the details 100% straight. Just roll with it.:

Ignis:

After a lifetime of being blind, being able to SEE everything, all around, at any given time is unnerving. This entire era is unnerving and Hikaru has bitten his tongue more than once to keep from railing against it. Against sending CHILDREN, some not much older than toddlers out into the field, against the brand on his head and the heads of so many others that burns on the whim of a Main Branch member.

He keeps his head down, but inside ... he hates. More than a little bit. He is a fractured piece of glass and he knows too much pressure with make him snap, so he does his utmost to avoid those situations (because if he snaps children will get hurt even more than now and nothing will change in the Clan).

Then one day they go to meet Hashirama and Madara, to speak of peace, and of course Hikaru has heard of Yoru, the mysterious forest spirit that supposedly watches over the new village and ensures no fighting happens, but he does not actually think this Yoru will be all that impressive.

He never expects it to be NOCTIS. Noctis, who looks at him with hope and wonder in his eyes, who looks so very unchanged despite lifetimes, who rises and calls him brother and Ignis and friend and CLAIMS him in a way the Clan Head cannot dispute. No one can dispute against Noctis, because he is still a Lucis Caelum and a king and to him, their chakra is pebbles in an ocean.

And for the first time in a long time, Ignis is happy. Ignis has hope.

...

Gladio

Gladiolus loves his new family, and he knows they love him back. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss his old life like a wound in his side. Iris’s presence makes it a bit better but also not, because war is cruel and no one cares that she is still so young (older than the other Clans children sent to the field, because Inuzuka treasure their puppies, but still far too YOUNG to the mind of a Shield and Crownsguard). He loves his canine partner and the Pack, he loves that they don’t really question his memories, how his personality has matured and changed since the incident that woke him up.

Even so...

Even so, the absence of his brothers is a bleeding wound in his heart, and when the Clan Head looks at him, Gladio knows the man can see that in his heart of hearts, Gladio is not part of their Pack. He is family, but he has another Pack, another Alpha he swore to a lifetime ago, and that loyalty still howls in his soul far stronger than even the ties of blood and Pack and love that binds him to the Inuzuka.

So perhaps that is why the Clan Head does not look as outraged or surprised as he could have been when Yoru finds him, when NOCTIS looks back at Gladio from an eerily familiar yet not face. That is why, while the Hyuga sputter in shock when Gladio hugs Ignis tight and spins him in a circle for joy, the Inuzuka just watch with comprehension dawning in their eyes. Gladio looks to his Clan Head and says he’s going with Yoru and there is not request for permission. Just a courtesy of announcement. Because THIS- this is his Pack, his Alpha, his Beta, his brothers and littermates. He will follow them above all.

And the Clan Head lets him go.

...

Prompto:

Prompto wants to know who he ticked off in his past life that had a say in the next, because he HAD to have ticked off someone. Why else would he have been reborn into a clan of LIVING HIVE PEOPLE???????

He thinks he distresses them- no, he knows he does, when he flinches from the clan techniques and hives, from the little insects and their pheromones that the Clan uses as essentially an insectoid, chakra-based texting system amongst themselves. He knows he stresses out his hive for a long time, flinching from the feel of them inside him, from the skitter of their legs and wings and the whisper of their tiny, simple little thoughts in his own when they talk to him.

It .... it’s bad for a while. A WHILE. Bad enough the Clan won’t let him fight (which is fine with him) but also bad enough he loses weight and can’t sleep from the hive buzzing buzzing buzzing under his skin from his distress toward them.

It’s his great great grandma that saves him, quite literally, because an Aburame that rejects the hive is an Aburame who dies, not by any malicious intent on the Clans’ part but just- biologically. Just like starving to death will kill him, rejecting his Hive will kill him too and he KNOWS that but he can’t just- turn off his fear.

Then one day Elder Maya, the oldest living Aburame, sends for him. He comes to her private house with shivering skin and jumping senses and the hyper-awareness of the things inside him buzzing buzzing buzzing trying to remove the source of his distress and making it worse because they WERE his distress-.

Elder Maya takes his shaking hands and leads him to her garden.

It’s- it’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful he could cry for his long lost camera of another life. There are colors everywhere, blues and greens, reds, pinks, whites, and mixed splashes of yellow and purple- flowers that stand tall, flowers that droop, flowers dangling from the vines growing up tree trunks.

And everywhere there were flowers, there were butterflies. Butterflies and ladybugs, the two insects he wasn’t completely creeped out by because they were so pretty and photogenic, and for a moment Prompto is so awed his shaking stops, the Hive inside him goes quiet. A butterfly flaps lazily over to him, a glorious thing with vivid blue wings the color of magic and black dots and swirls that remind him of fire. It settles on his hand and he doesn’t flinch from it like he does the kikachu of the clan, just stays quiet and watches it with a bit of awe.

“You are not scared of these ones,” Elder Maya hums.

“U-um ... no,” he whispers as he watches it, “they’re ... pretty. Cute. They don’t ... they don’t look like they’ll hurt me.” And that’s not really his issue with the Kikaichu, but he can’t explain a phobia to ninja, not well anyway.

“Good,” says his great great grandmother, but not with her lips, with the soft splash of impression-scent-sensation from the butterfly on his hand and he gapes as he realizes THIS is her hive. These ladybugs and butterflies are Elder Maya’s hive. He stares at her and she adjusts the dark glasses she wears, “I will give you some of mine. Why? So you can cultivate a new Hive that you will not be afraid of.”

And she does. And it’s CREEPY, but also ... kinda not? It’s ... it still freaks him out to have bugs under his skin, but these ones ... he knows these ones. He chose them, he hatched them, he raised them. They are beautiful and deadly and soft looking and can strip flesh from a target in seconds and he wishes he had a camera because it would be so cool to have butterflies that can pose on command.

It’s a rocky road, but his shaking stops, and his weight goes back to normal, and his sleep schedule returns, and all the Clan breathes a sigh of relief when they see Prompto ambling around, not flinching from the glittery blue butterflies flitting on his shoulders.

And it’s not like his old life, his brothers he misses so badly, but its kinda nice to never be alone. Wherever he goes, his Hive goes, and his new Queens are kinda ... bossy almost and its endearing in a creepy kinda way. The only thing that would make life better, make it perfect (other than to not need a Hive in the first place) would be to have his brothers again.

And then they go to the new village of Konoha, and he meets the famed and terrifying Yoru, who isn’t terrifying at all, but is instead old and tired and blue eyed, and a fish lover and when he smiles, crooked and shy at Prompto all his Hive SINGS under his skin because he KNOWS.

And suddenly the world is perfect again.

#SE asks #spideypoolalways asks #Not Everyday is a Good Day (Live Anyway) verse

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akkermans · 4 years

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( madelyn cline / cis woman ) PHILIPPA ‘PIP’ AKKERMANS is 22 years old and is a JUNIOR at thales university. SHE is majoring in JOURNALISM and is known for being THE DESPONDENT as SHE can be CURIOUS and INSIGHTFUL as well as SELF-PUNISHING and MOODY. every time i see HER, SHE reminds me of SMOKE RISING FROM A CIGARETTE, THE CRUNCH OF LEAVES UNDERFOOT, INCOHERENT SCRIBBLINGS IN A NOTEBOOK.

hi hello hi i’m hero, i’m 22, she/they and i live in the est tz! i’m a recentish graduate who likes horror, my cat, and a damn fine cup of coffee!! i’m so excited to be here w/ pip!! if u wld like to plot, give this a like or hmu on my discord @ ‘garlic bed #3345′!!

full name: philippa ‘pip’ akkermans

birthdate: june 24, 1998

age: 22

gender: cisgender woman

pronouns: she/her

zodiac: cancer

nationality: dutch-american

ethnicity: white

hometown: utrecht, the netherlands

languages: dutch, german, english

family:

julian akkermans, father

lotte de vries, stepmother

amelia akkermans, mother (deceased)

sophie akkermans, twin sister (deceased)

orientation: bisexual biromantic

religion: atheist (formerly catholic)

height: 5 ft 6 in

distinguishing features: thin scar from crown of head to right eyebrow, eyes, lips

character inspo: theo crain, alaska young, shane and ryan from buzzfeed unsolved, camille preaker

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

TRIGGERS: death, car accident, alcohol and drug use, mental illness (depression, ptsd)

born in utrecht, the netherlands to a dutch father and american mother, pip akkermans’ life has been marked with tragedy since she was born. it seems to follow her. she was born five minutes before her twin sister, sophie, but as the two girls took their first breath, their mother took her last, leaving julian akkermans a single father.

growing up without a mother, pip and sophie found solace in each other, forming a bond akin to many twins, one so close, so dependent, it was like they were in their own little bubble. sophie was always the bright one, the one who walked into a room and immediately lit it up. pip was always the quieter of the two, her energy more dour, more withdrawn. but together they were a team, causing trouble left and right, getting out of it with sophie’s sweet smile.

their father was never the same after their mother died, but the coldness that possessed julian was all they’ve ever known. often times he was out of the house, unable to properly step up in the role of father to girls that were the spitting image of his lost love and the sole reason she’s gone. he drank. a lot. but he was never violent, simply sad.

he starts going out a lot, and eventually, brings home a woman that he says is going to become their step mother. a wedding quickly ensues. there’s a meanness in her, a clear disdain for the twins. but they don’t care, they don’t need to. they have each other. they’ll always have each other.

they’re fourteen and visiting amsterdam for the weekend when their car is hit head on by another, there’s enough momentum to flip them twice. the driver and pip are fine, minor injuries, but sophie passes away before anyone arrives, her hand in her sister’s as she takes her last breath.

pip is distraught, and for obvious reasons, she’s lost the better part of herself, even though she promised she wouldn’t go away. if her dad is heartbroken, he doesn’t show it. he simply continues to pull away. eventually sending pip to live with her aunt in america, rhode island to be specific.

she doesn’t exactly adjust well, not only is she still reeling from the death of her sister, but she’s experiencing intense feelings of detachment and nightmares of sophie every night, among other symptoms. her aunt eventually takes her to a psychologist, where she’s eventually diagnosed with depression and ptsd.

thus begins her long journey into managing her mental health, her aunt showing a surprising amount of support. she wishes on some level, that she had always grown up with her, that her father sent them away when they were children, maybe she wouldn’t feel so alone. maybe sophie would still be here.

for the first year in america, she doesn’t quite have friends, because she prefers her usual solitude. but eventually, she finds her group of friends, within her soccer team, her clubs, anything to get her mind off of her old life.

she tries to be normal, she really does, but she knows something is off– she feels empty, all the time, and her medication makes her feel like a zombie. eventually she falls into a crowd that is prone to partying, drinking, smoking. she’s sneaking out most nights to join them at their spot.

her senior year, she spins out, has a very public breakdown, that ends up leading to her taking a leave of absence from school, and essentially once again, returning to pariah status.

she does manage to graduate and get into thales university, by sheer force and extracurriculars, where she begins majoring in journalism, because it’s always been something she’s interested in, having been a part of her school’s newspaper before, well, everything.

she meets nana in one of their gen eds, and they hit it off immediately. they’re practically inseparable for a few years, until there’s an incident of pip being caught in a compromising position with one of nana’s flings at the time (it wasn’t what it looked like) and before she has a chance to explain, they’re no longer speaking.

nana goes missing a few weeks afterwards, and the emptiness comes back, feeling guilty as if it was her fault. as if everything that has happened has been a result of knowing pip and her general trail of misery. she was going to apologize, too. she just never got the chance.

now with the death of steven, her curiosity is piqued, her journalistic instinct triggered by the mystery afoot, and focusing on that means she doesn’t have to think about herself, because by god, she does not want to think about herself.

TL;DR: pip and her twin sister, sophie, are born in utrecht, the netherlands– their mother dies when they’re born. their father withdraws, eventually remarrying a bitter woman. when pip and sophie are 14, they’re involved in an accident that takes sophie’s life, and leaves pip alone, a bit traumatized. she moves to america to live with her maternal aunt, and goes to high school there, until she essentially has a breakdown her senior year. she meets nana her first year of thales, and they’re inseparable until a misunderstanding a month or two before she disappeared. now with steven’s death, she’s using her journalism skills to investigate it all.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

between the melancholy is a very bright girl. she’s always been rather inquisitive and observant, the quieter one of the akkermans twins. as she grows older, learns to live without her sister, learns to live alone, she grows into her own voice. she becomes someone unafraid to speak her mind, simply because she has nothing left to lose. she’s a bit dry, a bit sarcastic, and her humor can border morbid on occasion because she’s gotta laugh or else she’ll cry. she has a bit of trouble sticking her nose in places it shouldn’t be. she’s rather loyal, but it takes a lot for her to trust you– she trusted nana, and look where that got her. that being said, she has long bouts of depression, and detachment, which she’s been trying to manage for years now, but still, in the quiet moments, there’s a feeling the girl is rather– haunted.

𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

she has pretty good investigative skills! she works on the newspaper at the school, so she’s kind of all over the place

explores a lot, likes to wander because it clears her head, though it also means she’ll probably enter places she’s not usually allowed (i.e. abandoned buildings, etc.)

also a soccer player! she’s played soccer for a good amount of her life, except her senior year of high school when she withdrew, she’s debating quitting the team here though

has a slight dutch accent, it’s noticeable mostly on specific words

disaster bi….. disaster bisexual…. usually stumbles into relationships and they never last due to her own shortcomings

can’t drive fr shit never learned how, fr some… obvious reasons, has some anxiety getting

has a few tattoos! her first and favorite was two butterflies on her wrist for sophie

has two piercings in each ear, a daith piercing in her right, and a upper cartilege piercing on her left

doesn’t really talk about her sister, however, claims she sees her/feels her sometimes

a skeptical believer of ghosts and spirits, mostly likes the stories that comes with her

speaks to her father once every two years, their relationship is nonexistent

likes to have a beer every so often but doesn’t exactly party, if u do see her at parties she’s prob lounging on a couch chatting with someone who’s name she’ll never remember

lived on campus for the first two years but this year got her own apartment, has an esa, a two year old scottish fold named noodle

has an extensive collection of sweaters and cardigans

kind of an old lady……. just learning about tiktok now

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

partner in crime – the ryan to her shane, the trixie to her katya, maybe they’re not the best of friends but they get into a LOT of trouble together

the reason nana and her stopped talking – pretty much nana walked in on a situation and misread it entirely and her drama loving ass cut pip off until her disappearance

friends

former friends – pip pulls away a lot, she is the undoer in a lot of relationships… or maybe it was your muse….

roommates (2-3) – new girl-esque shenanigans to be had!

newspaper coworkers

soccer teammates

someone she’s been helping with a case

fwb (f/m/nb) – girl has got needs, and doesn’t always like to be alone so

exes (f/m/nb) – prob broke up because pip’s inability to ever truly connect to other’s… haha! or it could be on good terms, and they’re pals now

crush (f/m/nb) – either way, reciprocated or unreciprocated, but it’s weird and you’re both kinda hot?

people she has Hooked Up w/ and now it’s awkard (f/m/nb)

rivals, but are we?

only likes her because her cat – noodle rights, babey!

‘she accidentally stole your coffee order once, but hey, she’s pretty cool’ – prob bought u a new one after she drank a bit of it…. now you see each other around fondly

‘she stuck her nose in your business for the Scoop’

hate-to-love friendship – i want to k*ll you to hey you’re pretty alright but don’t tell anybody i said that

‘you sent her an anonymous tip, but she accidentally figured out it was you’

someone who gets her out of her shell – takes her to parties! out with friends!

anything in my wanted tag!

#pyrrhic.intro #intro.#death tw #car accident tw #alcohol use tw #drug use tw #ptsd tw #depression tw #blood tw #only because the watercolor on the graphic does look a lil like it

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shadowofthelamp · 3 years

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Sorry it’s a lot 🥝, 💤, 💗, 🌷

For Timber and Twix?

FIRST OFF THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT TIMBER, it’s really nice that people still care about him after a long time. This got so, so long, so it’s under the cut.

🥝 What does a bad mental health day look like for your OC? Walk us through it with them. What kind of things can help them out of this slump and what kinds of things comfort them when they start to feel like this?

TIMBER: There’s two kinds of bad days for him- ‘I just feel like garbage in general’ and ‘I have to interact with people way more than my battery allows’. ‘Garbage in general’ is often sparked by something reminding him of Shadow or him feeling like he can’t live up to the ideal he thinks his parents are setting for him. He tends to withdraw into himself on those days, meditating or burying himself in his books. The twins tend to grate on his nerves pretty easily when he’s on the edge, but Manik figured out that he doesn’t mind their presence as much as them being loud, so sometimes he’ll just sketch next to him while he’s reading. (It’s a tossup if it’ll help, though, but Timber generally tells him he’d rather be alone-alone and he’ll go.)

Sometimes he goes to spar with Lara-Su to work himself to exhaustion, although she learns to catch when it’s because of a bad day, because he tends to be even less talkative than usual. Generally it just goes away with time, but a good cup of tea and feeling like he’s being productive helps. He wouldn’t admit it, but being around someone who won’t push him to feel better means he tends to like Lara-Su more than his family on those days, since she understands what the pressure feels like.

When he’s got a drained battery, it’s similar, but he’s more comfortable with his family talking with him then, because it reminds him that he’s not a burden for not being as much of a social butterfly as his younger siblings. Just letting Manik or Sonya talk at him without expecting him to reciprocate is nice.

TWIX: She is really, really lonely sometimes. She doesn’t recognize that for what it is, just that she kind of aches and clings desperately to her one friend and her parents/Gir/Minimoose. She tends to just do whatever usually makes her happy but more aggressively, tearing out whatever weeds managed to slither into her greenhouse and setting the holosim battle program to high. If she doesn’t pay attention to it, it’ll go away. She’ll also drown it in sugar, and just wander around the city to see if she can spot anything interesting.

💤 What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets?

TIMBER: Timber was actually a pretty fussy baby/toddler, but it was partially because he wasn’t able to fully control his chaos powers, and Sally couldn’t really help with that, so he always felt like he was bubbly soda on the inside and it came out as frustration. Working with the echidnas helped a lot, as did trying to teach him about expressing his feelings. People tended to nudge him to sort of push down his feelings a little out of worry he’d turn out more like his bio dad, and it ended up with him being... pretty repressed through a good chunk of his later childhood/teenage years, so he was mostly quiet except for brief bursts of anger when things boiled over. He’s resentful that he had to exist, because he thinks everyone sees him as a mistake.

As he got older, he withdrew a bit from his parents, but while he was a bit jealous of the twins at times, they never showed him anything but love, so he didn’t mind them, and Lara-Su and Julie-Su ended up basically family. After sealing Shadow, he started to come out of his shell a bit again, especially since people started trusting him a little more. He starts growing a little closer to his parents again, and eventually admits how bad it felt having to think they were scared of him. It’s good to get off his chest, and they work together to rebuild that frayed bridge.

He becomes very quietly confident, and he has a sort of dry sense of humor that you get to know better as you know him, because he’s got some serious walls up for most of his life that require time to be allowed in. He does wish sometimes things had worked out differently and they’d managed to stop Shadow permanently during the Tikhaos incident when he was seven, but he really doesn’t miss his childhood and prefers his 15+ years better. Timber ends up moving away from home but keeps contact with his family and is generally happy feeling like he was using his royal training to help people, even if it’s somewhere else.

TWIX: Twix was a nightmare baby, and if they hadn’t had advanced alien healing equipment she 100% would not have survived. Between her allergies, her hodgepodge organs, and the fact that she was sickly but loud as hell, it’s a miracle her parents didn’t go insane. As a kid, because of... well, all that and her tendency to shove so many things in her mouth that they seriously considered a muzzle, she was basically locked in the base as often as possible.

When she got to finally go to skool, she was an... odd child, to say the least, having no idea that her ‘norm’ from being raised by Zim and Dib did not translate to the ‘real world’, and dissecting roadkill during recess is kind of weird. She didn’t have many friends but clung very, very tightly to the few she managed to get. Mostly she was just really eager about stuff and lost in her own world at the same time.

As a teen, she was dealing with a resurgence of health problems as her human and irken hormones basically ended up at war, to the point where she went through an irken partial molt days after a really horrible acne breakout. (Luckily, it actually washed away the acne- lucky, for once!) She became more temperamental and chaotic, wanting it to basically be over because her parents promised her a Pak to help stabilize her when she hit 25. She doesn’t really like her teens much, and preferred both what she saw as the innocent fun of her childhood (although it wasn’t really innocent) and later her adulthood.

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

TIMBER: He’d say his ability to absorb and use information since he prefers to think of himself as brains over brawn and, half-sarcastically, his smile. It’s a shy, half sort of thing, but there are fansites dedicated to the royal family and they always seem to like that from him. His family says it’s his ability to stay calm under pressure and how he’s a solid pillar to rely on, and Devi says it’s how he’s able to talk them out of almost any kind of trouble. (She’d agree on the smile thing, but unironically.)

TWIX: She’d say it’s her wit and her skill with a scalpel and gardening gloves. She’s very proud of her experiments and isn’t afraid to talk herself up because she knows she can walk the walk. Her parents pretty much agree. Tulip loves specifically how enthusiastic she is, and how she just does not care what anyone else thinks.

🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself?

TIMBER: Oh boy does he feel alien in his own skin at times. If he could, he’d switch his species from hedgehog to chipmunk in a heartbeat, or at least change how his quills look. He probably bands his quills up a lot, letting them grow just long enough to pull into a ponytail since it’s not like he can spin-dash and use them that way. Mostly he sees his body as the vessel for his ‘self’, something he just has to deal with. I can see him getting a small tattoo to match with Devi’s after they get married though, since she gets a bunch of them. Just something cute and symbolic like linked rings with roses or something. It’s a little step towards feeling more like he ‘belongs’ in his body.

TWIX: If she could get rid of her asston of allergies and medical problems, absolutely she’d do that. She likes being a hybrid and wouldn’t want to pick being either just irken or just human, it’s just all the shit that comes with it. When she’s older, she definitely gets some tattoos, and the Pak alters her body to mostly keep her from the wear and tear of aging. She’s actually pretty happy with how she looks on the outside.

#timber #twix #aip #iz #sth #sonic blogging #iz blogging #Anonymous #asks

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megahwn · 4 years

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Pairing: Park Jimin x female reader

Genre: roommates to lovers

Word Count: 3,850

Rating: 18+

Warnings: tattooed!reader; pierced!reader; explicit language; handjob; cum eating; biting/marking; cunnilingus; vaginal fingering

Summary: Jimin has never seen your tattoos. You decide to show them off.

“You haven’t seen my tattoos?” you say incredulously.

“No,” Jimin reacts almost defensively. “I didn’t even know you had tattoos! How long have we known each other?”

“Too long,” you quip. “No, but seriously, we moved in just as fall was starting, and I hate the cold so I always wear long sleeves and pants and fluffy socks when it is anything other than boiling outside.”

Jimin is quiet, and you can tell he’s looking at your newly polished toes. You start to fidget under his stare.

“So... do you want to see them? I have eight.”

Jimin’s jaw drops, but he nods anyway, so you pull your pant leg up to fully reveal your ankle.

“The Deathly Hallows was the first one I ever got. And it’s a sibling tattoo! I’m the eldest so the wand is my Hallow, and I’m a Slytherin so I got the wand in green. My sisters have their Hallows in their house colors, too.”

“That’s a cool thing to have with your siblings,” Jimin muses.

“Yeah, it makes me happy,” you say with a smile. “And then this one,” you continue as you turn your ankle over to show Jimin the other side, “is the Volunteer Fire Department symbol from A Series of Unfortunate Events. It’s one of my favorite series and I’ve always loved what it represents.”

“Which is?” Jimin asks.

“Doing good just for its own sake and not expecting anything back. So much so that you’re willing to do that good in secret.”

Jimin nods thoughtfully at your answer but doesn’t say anything. You wonder what he’s thinking. You wish you knew.

After putting your pant leg back in position, you go to remove your hoodie.

“What are you doing?” questions Jimin.

“The rest of them are on my arms and my back,” you say matter-of-factly.

“Oh, well you don’t have to-“

“It’s fine, I want to show you! Besides, I’m getting hot in this thing anyway.” That was a complete lie, but you weren’t going to pass up this chance to shamelessly show yourself off to someone you were so into. You figure the cold will be worth it.

As soon as you get your hoodie off you fling it across the room carelessly and you continue with your monologue.

“So these two are song lyrics,” you say as you point out each newly-revealed tattoo on your now-bare arms. “This one is for my depression and this one is for my anxiety,” you say without hesitation. You had discussed your mental health plenty of times with Jimin in the past, so there was no need for you to give further explanation for him to understand the significance of those pieces.

“And this one,” you continue as you move over to your other arm, “is the Dark Mark, also from Harry Potter.” You move further up your arm. “And this one is the Cerebral Palsy awareness ribbon. I was a camp counselor for people with disabilities and my first campers had CP. Working with them made me realize I wanted to work with people who have disabilities for a living. It’s kind of fucked up because I scratched at it while it was healing, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get it fixed. I kind of like it like this.”

“Wow,” is all Jimin says.

“Yeah,” you say, a bit lost in your own memories. Then you grin. “Anyway, I saved the best for last.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you say as you begin to turn yourself around on the bed and move your hair to one side, “this.”

Jimin is silent for a moment before shouting, “Oh my God, it’s huge!”

You snort before beginning to explain your final piece. “Yeah, it’s the enchanted rose from Beauty and the Beast. It’s my favorite Disney movie and I love the message.”

“Which is?” Jimin repeats his words from earlier.

“Loving someone so much that you’re willing to sacrifice your own happiness for theirs.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, but you feel shuffling behind you and then the lightest of touches on your back where your tattoo lies. Your instinct is to tense up because holy shit Jimin is touching your bare back but you resist the urge, instead choosing to look down at your lap and wring your hands in front of you while he examines your artwork. Does he like it? Hate it? You’d give anything to know what he’s thinking in this moment, but then his touch disappears from your skin like a flash and you’re left feeling empty.

“Wait,” Jimin starts, “you said you have eight tattoos and you saved the best for last, but that was only seven.”

“Was it?” you question. Then you remember. “Oh, right! I’m terrible, I always forget about this one,” you say as you begin to remove your leggings down to your knees to show Jimin your final piece on your left thigh, not noticing his eyes going wide or his cheeks filling with color. “It’s the words ‘I love you’ written in my family’s handwriting. I think it might be my favorite.”

“Oh-“ Jimin coughs out before clearing his throat and continuing, “that’s cool.”

“Thanks,” you smile while pulling your leggings back into their rightful place. It’s only when you see Jimin’s red ears that you realize what you’ve done, and you mentally slap yourself for making such a mistake. Most of your friends were women and you never had any qualms about taking off your clothes to show them your tattoos. You just got so excited when Jimin asked about them that you did what you always do to show them off, and now you were greatly regretting that decision because Jimin was looking anywhere but at you. Was he really upset by seeing you half-dressed? The thought made your stomach sink and practically brought tears to your eyes, but you willed them away. The last thing you needed to do right now was cry in front of Jimin.

“So,” you pressed forward as if nothing weird had just happened, “cuddles?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Jimin responds quietly. “Um... do you think you could be the big spoon this time?”

This catches you off guard completely, as Jimin never asks you to be the big spoon. Ever. You want to take more time to ponder any possible hidden meaning to his request, but he brings you out of your thoughts before you can fall too deep down the rabbit hole.

“Hello? You there?”

You snap out of your reverie just in time to respond with a slightly pathetic, “Yeah, I can be big spoon. No worries!”

Jimin’s expression changes from one of concern to one of what looks like genuine relief, and you can’t for the life of you figure out what he has to be relieved about when all you two are discussing are cuddling technicalities.

“Okay,” he says, and he lays down on your bed and faces away from you. “Cuddle away!”

While you still think the whole thing is confusing, you oblige and lay down next to Jimin, facing his back, and you sling an arm around him.

You can feel how tense Jimin is in front of you, so you attempt to break the proverbial ice. “This is... different,” you say, and then you roll your eyes at your own remark. Jimin turns his head to try to face you.

“Bad different?” he says anxiously.

“No, no,” you hurriedly respond. “Just... regular different. I’m used to you holding me, I guess.”

Jimin quickly turns away at your comment, but you can see his ears become red once again. What is going on with him today? Is he uncomfortable? Nervous? You can’t seem to figure it out.

You decide to stop stewing in your own thoughts and just ask Jimin whether something is wrong. You go to move your arm that’s around his waist so you can push yourself off the bed to look at him, but in the process you brush against something... hard.

“Oh God,” you whisper. So that’s why Jimin wanted you to be the big spoon. From what you felt he’s at least half hard beneath his sweats, and you immediately begin to think of all the different possible reasons for his current state. When your mind brings up the one where you’re the cause for Jimin’s erection, you mentally scoff.

“Oh, Christ,” Jimin says at the same time. Then he begins to flounder. “Um- uh- I don’t-“

“It’s no big deal!” you squeak out while lifting your hand up and away from your friend’s body. Surprisingly, he doesn’t turn around to face you. Before you can completely retract your hand, however, Jimin manages to grab onto it and bring it back to his front. He holds it tightly, but doesn’t say anything else. The silence is now deafening, so you try to broach the subject again, this time with an apology rather than a simple dismissal.

“I’m really, really sorry,” you say sincerely. “I didn’t mean to touch you... there. It was an accident, I swear.” You imagine that you look about as red as Jimin did only moments earlier, and for a moment you’re glad that he has his back turned to you.

“It’s okay.” He pauses, and you think he has finished speaking and things can go back to normal, but then he squeezes your hand and begins again. “Um... I want you to.”

Your eyes go wide behind him, and once again you’re thankful that Jimin can’t see you. You feel hot all over, head swimming with thoughts and stomach full of butterflies, which you try to ignore. Jimin wants you to touch him? What does that mean? Does he want you as much as you want him?

You must have taken some time to think about those questions, because you feel Jimin shift in front of you and hear him speak up again.

“I mean, you definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t know why I said that, just forget-“

“Jimin,” you say to hopefully shut him up.

“... What?”

You scoot as close to him as you possibly can and press a kiss to the back of his head. You let go of his hand and move your own along his taut stomach, feeling all of his muscles as you touch him delicately above the waistband of his sweatpants. You hear him breathe in but you don’t hear him exhale, and for a moment you feel proud of yourself for being able to put him on edge. You dip your fingers below his waistband and he finally lets out a shaky breath. You continue lower, lightly threading your fingers through his pubic hair and secretly wishing you could see what you were doing, wishing you could see him. You still can’t believe this is truly happening as you inch even lower, finally reaching the base of his cock. You’re touching Jimin’s cock. This has only ever happened in your wildest dreams, and now it’s reality.

You move your hand further down into Jimin’s pants so you can comfortably hold onto him, and he sighs heavily and presses closer to you so that your front is flush with his back. He feels hot and ready in your palm, and you slowly begin to move your hand up and down his length.

“Fuck,” he breathes out so quietly you almost don’t hear him speak. You’ve never been in this position before while doing anything sexual, and it feels intimate. Being the big spoon and holding Jimin’s cock in your hand makes you feel powerful. Hearing him whimper as you touch him makes you want to please him all the more. Even though you both still have all your clothes on and even though Jimin isn’t pleasuring you directly, this is still possibly the most turned on you’ve ever felt. You continue to stroke him, collecting the beads of precum that keep falling from his weeping head, and you lean yourself toward him to nibble on his ear, your breath ragged.

“Fuck,” he whines softly, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

“Then cum,” you say as evenly as you can. “I want to feel you cum.”

That’s what does it for Jimin. He tenses up and then spills into your hand, and you milk him for all he’s worth until he begins to soften underneath you. You remove your hand from his cock and put it into your mouth, eager to taste him. Jimin turns around to face you, just in time to see you do it.

“God, that’s so hot,” he expresses earnestly, waiting until your hand leaves your mouth to kiss you passionately.

When he breaks the kiss, much to your dismay, he tugs at the hem of your shirt and says, “Do you mind if we take this off?”

Instead of responding verbally, you nod and lift your back from the bed to get the offending garment off your form. You don’t even bother settling back on the bed with your bra on, choosing instead to fling It in the same direction your shirt had gone. Jimin’s eyes go wide and he gulps.

“I, uh... I didn’t know you had your nipples pierced,” he says meekly.

You grin back at him. “You never asked.”

Jimin huffs out a laugh at your comment and kisses you again, deeply. He then begins to pepper kisses onto your jawline and down your neck. While you appreciate his gentleness, you do want him to be a little rougher.

“Bite me,” you say, head thrown back against your pillow to give Jimin greater access to your neck. “Please.”

You can feel Jimin pause on your skin, but he quickly recovers and heeds your instruction, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck and sucking harshly. You moan at that, gripping onto his hair at the roots and refusing to let go. Feeling him suck a hickey into your skin was getting you so wet it was almost uncomfortable, and you wonder if you can somehow take the rest of your clothes off without Jimin noticing. You decide against it, and you begin tugging at his shirt instead.

“What about this?” you ask, and Jimin stops lavishing attention on your neck long enough to look at you with lust-blown eyes and a devilish grin.

“What about it?” he asks, playing coy, and you roll your eyes up at him.

“Can you take it off? I want to feel you.”

Jimin’s smile falters at your words. “Fuck, yeah, okay.” He pushes himself up onto his knees and removes his shirt while never breaking eye contact with you or your body, and then he’s back on top of you and putting his mouth to use on the rest of your top half, leaving marks that will surely bloom purple in tomorrow’s light.

After working his way down your stomach to the waistband of your leggings, he pauses and rests his chin on you. You look down at him, and he’s giving you a smile that melts your insides and makes your underwear even more damp than before.

“Yes?” you say, giving him a smile in return. He begins to pout cutely.

“I want to keep kissing you, but these things are in the way.”

Your expression becomes serious as you murmur, “Then take them off.”

Jimin’s head is off your stomach in an instant as he sits back on his heels again, hands eagerly grabbing at your leggings and peeling them down your legs, along with your underwear. You bend at the knee to help him get them off more quickly, and soon enough they’re lying on the floor along with the rest of your clothes.

“You too,” you say petulantly, while making grabby hands at Jimin’s pants. He takes the hint with a chuckle and stands up to remove his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on your floor. Without missing a beat, he’s back on your bed and back to kissing down your body, but practically chokes when you spread your legs open for him to view your pussy in all its soaked glory.

“Jesus Christ, you’re pierced here too?” he half-mumbles, half-groans into your hip. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smile to yourself, pleased with how you were affecting him so easily. While past lovers had commented on your body modifications, there was something especially exciting about having Jimin do the same. Oh, God, you were in deep.

You try to push your feelings away as you feel Jimin move his hands down your frame. He begins kneading into the flesh of your thighs, and you can tell that he’s nervous about something as he bites into his plush bottom lip. You move to run your fingers through his soft black locks.

“What’s up?” you question him gently. He looks away from you for a moment, seeming to gather his courage before he finally looks back to you. He continues to draw circles into your thighs with his thumbs.

“Can I, um...” He sighs heavily and lets his head fall onto your leg. “God, we’re already naked, so you’d think this would be the easy part.”

You continue to move your hands through his hair as you respond, “What would be the easy part?”

He lifts his head off of you, cheeks blazing. “Asking if I can go down on you.”

You want to laugh at how cute he is, but you don’t want him to take it the wrong way so you just smile and say, “Why was that so hard to ask? You’ve done it before, right?”

“Yeah, but never with you.”

Your butterflies return in full force at that moment, and this time you welcome them. You make him nervous. You don’t want to get ahead of yourself, but you like where this is going. You snap out of your thoughts when Jimin clears his throat, looking at you expectantly. His hands have stopped moving on your legs.

“Okay.”

Jimin grins at that, his grip on your thighs tightening ever so slightly in excitement. He replaces his hands with his tongue again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the insides of your thighs while he rests one hand on your breast and the other on your hip. You’re suddenly overcome with the need to say something, despite how good you already feel under Jimin’s touch.

“Hey,” you say tentatively.

“Hm?” he responds while continuing to kiss your thighs, inching closer to where you need him the most.

“It’s okay if I don’t cum.”

He pauses his ministrations and looks up at you inquisitively, so you continue. “I don’t cum very often, so I don’t want you to feel bad about it or anything if I don’t this time. I’ll still enjoy everything we do.” You’re already feeling brave making such a confession, so you tack on, “since it’s with you.”

You don’t get to see Jimin’s reaction because you’re looking up at your bedroom ceiling, but you can feel his grip on your body tighten again. You attempt to breathe normally and expect Jimin to go back to kissing up your body, but instead you feel a kitten lick to your clitoris and you gasp audibly, your legs widening of their own accord. He doesn’t stop there, placing his beautiful lips around your clit and sucking just enough to make your breathing become a little less even. When he begins using his tongue to deftly lick upward without easing up on the suction, you bite your lip to keep from crying out. You begin moving your hips in time with his licks and kisses, and he doesn’t stop you.

Eventually, he removes his bruising grip from your hip and begins moving his fingers along your slit, coating them in your arousal. You let yourself sigh audibly to tell Jimin you’re happy with what he’s doing, and you take his other hand from your breast and you interlock your fingers with his own. At that same moment, he begins pushing a finger inside your pulsing heat and curling it just enough to press against your g-spot. You squeeze his hand tightly and cover your eyes with your opposite arm, too lost in the feeling of Jimin being inside your wet walls to keep your eyes open any longer.

It’s when Jimin adds a second finger to the first that you begin to squirm more noticeably. You can hear him moving his fingers inside of you, practically caressing your g-spot with every thrust. He still hasn’t let up his virtual assault on your clit, either, continuing to suck and lick as if his life depends on it. You begin to feel the electricity thrum through your veins, feel your limbs tense up beneath you, feel the buildup of pressure in your lower abdomen. You know you're close to orgasm, and for a moment you become excited at the prospect of Jimin being able to make you cum with just his tongue and his fingers. Then, before you can think on the subject any further, you’re brought back to the present moment when Jimin adds a third finger to the other two. You cry out in ecstasy as you come undone under Jimin’s touch, head swimming and pussy clenching around his fingers. You’re breathing too heavily to notice Jimin pull out of you and begin to crawl up your body, but you look up when you realize he’s aiming to get off the bed. Your head comes back down and hits the pillow with such force that Jimin giggles in your direction as he scans the room for his clothes.

"You okay?" he asks with an obvious chuckle.

"Can I be honest with you?" you respond nervously, toying with your belly button ring because you can't keep your hands still under your covers. You see him stiffen at your question, so you hastily add, "It's nothing bad, I swear!"

He relaxes then, and says, "Yeah, you can be honest."

"Okay good," you breathe and try to steel your nerves before saying what you're going to say next. "Thanks."

"So... what is it?" he presses, sounding apprehensive despite your previous reassurance.

"Oh, right!" you practically yell before realizing how loud you sound. "Sorry, I just... I don't want to be like those people who bury their feelings and pine forever, you know?" He nods and you continue, "Okay cool, well what I really wanted to say is that I don't want this to just be a one-time thing, alright? I like you."

For a moment he doesn't respond - doesn't do anything, really - and you start to panic even though you try not to show it. Then -

"Do you really mean that?"

You're not even looking at him but you can tell he has a big dumb grin on his face, and you finally turn to face him, mirroring his expression now that you know he feels the same way.

"Yeah, I really do."

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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Alrighty sooo we all know Becca but what about this woman named...Hannah in you WIPS? (and in my WhatsApp) 1,2,4,8,9,15,16,18,23,26,27,31,33,39,45,52,54,55 this shall keep u occupied lol

*sighs* Hannah Hannah Hannah... when will I finish your saga 😔

i’m going to use both prompt lists for this and choose my favorite questions aha

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? & Age, Birthday, Star Sign

Hannah Amelia Weill

I really like writing complicated women with long names and multiple identities.

Growing up her friends all called her Hannie. She was always Hannah to her family and everyone who doesn’t know her intimately. One boy (’Bryce’) called her Han. Later in life her partner calls her Anna because of his thick accent. Her alias and the name she went by during her uni identity crisis was Leah, a derivative of her middle name.

I don’t like her last name so it may change to fit with the metaphor of the whole piece 🤷🏻‍♀️

The story moves between her being 16-18 and 23.

tbh i haven’t given much thought to her birthday 😂 i feel like she’d be an edgy libra

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? & Gender Identity

Nothing formal lol

But her mother calls her a ‘hurricane’ and after high school that group of friends she had relegated her to a ‘selfish bitch’ and proceeded to cut her out of their lives without any warning. (side note: later in life she’ll realize she may have been The Toxic Friend)

She’s hetero female. Though she was bi-curious with only one friend when she was 17. She leaned into that for a while but realized women just weren’t doing it for her.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? & Race and Ethnicity

She’s estranged from her father and hasn’t seen him since she was five. She’s an only child and had some distance between her and her mother because of socio-economic factors. At her core Hannah is a private, enigmatic person and her mother always kinda let her do whatever she wanted as long as she kept her grades up. It wasn’t a bad childhood or growing up. There were some rough patches but she lived in a bubble compared to the rest of the world. When she moved away her relationship with her mother got better because her mom would call or text her every week to make sure she’s alive. She still does and Hannah sometimes doesn’t answer so her mom calls.

She’s white bread with European roots.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? & Weapon of Choice(?)

They had a dog which she loved and taught her the meaning of unconditional love. The dog even slept in her twin sized bed. As an adult Hannah is much to irresponsible (and self aware about this fact) to bring a pet into her life. She loves animals but keeps a distance and prefers the odd well behaved domestic pup.

She has wit, stoicism and psychological manipulations at her disposal.

9. Hometown and current residence

She grew up on the waterfront in Suffolk, New York. Now she resides in Southwark, UK.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? & Can they sing? Can they dance?

She can cook if she has to. She’s not bad at it when she knows what she likes but she cannot handle another person in the kitchen with her and gets so so so angry when they make comments over her shoulder. Some times she gets the urge to bake but it’s TERRIBLE at dough so it’s just a box cake or cookies. Others think it’s edible.

When she’s older ‘Ethan’ teaches her how to cook fancy, complex meals and it’s rather meditative. And maybe she doesn’t mind having him in the kitchen with her.

She cannot sing to save her life. She has absolutely no rhythm. Doesn’t stop her from doing either. Her go-to dance of choice is a drunken grind.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? & Can they drive?

She doesn’t, well not really. She tries to hoard books but she’s moved around so much her moms outlook on life seeped in. Her mom always encouraged her to get rid of unnecessary things and so she has very minimal clutter (excluding her closet girl loves clothes). She does have a book shelf filled with CDs and vinyls and books and that makes her happy.

When she’s settled down and has disposable income she starts to collect tattoos and street art.

She can drive but doesn’t like to, especially in Europe. She’s thankful she lives in places with fantastic public transport.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else & Have any special keepsakes?

Books: she likes horror and drama as books she’ll read in public. When she’s alone she likes a romance book or young adult novel.

Music: folk, indie and alternative.

TV: comedy, drama, anything on the old CW was her jam. She likes dark humor.

Films: romantic comedy. she went through a phase of only watching foreign films to seem more cultured. she’ll only watch action if there’s a comedic lead because blood and gore disgust her.

Video games: she doesn’t play. never got into them. but she did try because ‘Bryce’ really loved his xbox and she loved ‘Bryce’.

The one thing she made sure to take with her was a throw pillow that she’s had since she was a kid.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

She remembers everything about the people in her life. For better or worse - it’s no bueno for her mental health because she overanalyzes everything and dissects it until she’s essentially fabricated a whole other reality.

She misplaces things all the time and gets mad about it. ‘Ethan’ finds it an endearingly annoying habit of hers.

She’s okay with names and better with faces. But she really identifies people by their vibe and how they make her feel. If she feels good she’ll remember every single thing about them. If they make her feel bad she’ll only remember the bits about that person that make her feel that way - even if it’s only one sentence out of an entire year of friendship, that person will become that one bad thing to her.

She never truly forgets someone. Sometimes it’s better to pretend like she did in order to save face.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? & Guilty Pleasure

When she’s happy she can do anything! She feels like she can fly. She usually is listening to a song and she’s very creative in this space. She parades around in her underwear singing at the top of her lungs when she’s alone. When she’s happy and with someone, she lets her guard down and shows who she really is. When she’s happy she’s the person she wants to be and not the front of an unbreakable woman she’s been pretending to be since she was old enough to remember it’s importance.

Oh yes, Hannah hides her emotions. it’s her MO.

Her guilty pleasure is popular culture. ‘Ethan’ makes fun of her for it but indulges her any chance he can get. For the longest time he’s also her guilty pleasure. She doesn’t want to like him from the beginning. But conversation just flows. And he’s such a Good Boy. she can’t help but fall for him quick and quietly.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? & What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

People make her sad. Failure makes her sad. She’s trying to cultivate a better life she’s read about in stories and feels like she needs to be successful to show up everyone who’s ever doubted her. She needs to be successful to prove to herself that she’s not a waste of space and worthy of this existence.

But successful comes in all shapes and sizes. Which is something she’ll learn when she least expects it.

Hannah only lets herself cry less than a handful of times a year. Usually in the dead of night or in the shower. And only when she knows she’ll be alone the entire time.

After she falls for ‘Ethan’ she can’t control her emotions as well any more. He’s always there for her even if he’s the source of her tears.

When she’s mad it’s almost manic depressive. She gets really really low and cuts people out. ‘Ethan’ will not have that. He will not let her go through this alone. Even if she doesn’t want him to see her or hold her he’ll still only be a short walk away.

I think I answered this above ? Her family was her and her mom. They weren’t close growing up but once she moved away they both made an effort to keep in contact.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? & What’s their current main conflict?

Yes. She chooses whiskey and scotch for the connotation associated with them. She cannot stand scotch but the commitment to the illusion is greater than her taste buds. Her new friend Polly introduces her to wine. She gets really bad stains on her lips from red wine and no one tells her this until she’s half a bottle down with ‘Ethan’ and he comments on it. She’s so embarrassed and rushed to the bathroom to wipe it off. He stands just outside the doorway laughing his ass off.

She’s the kind of drunk that wants a smoke or sex. Sometimes both.

When other people are drunk and she’s not she cannot stand it and avoids them. Unless it’s her roommates whom she cannot avoid. She’s teasing and loving and will be a complete idiot with them.

When ‘Ethan’ is drunk she lovingly teases him and finds him so fucking cute.

uhhhhh her main conflict during the entire series is trying to find herself. She needs to stop being the person she is out of necessity and be the person she doesn’t know who she is at her core.

Then there’s the conflict of falling in love with ‘Ethan’ given the circumstances and how stupidly happy he makes her. And the conflict of still loving the ‘Bryce’ she knew back then that still gives her butterflies and plagues her thoughts and dreams and then comes face to face with her temptation after all these years.

The Enigma, The Boy and the What If 👀

this girl’s just trying to figure life out because she didn’t have a strict parent to map her whole life out for her. it’s a blessing and a curse compared to all those she grew up with and modeled her life after. She’s just off on an unknown adventure making things up and she goes and stripping the past from her future.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? & How have they changed over time?

She likes hipsters but if there’s an ounce of a chance she’s gonna be naked she needs a v-string even if they make her feel constipated. As for bras she loathes them. But apparently she needs them because of her body type. So if she’s gotta have a bra it’s padded and sexy. She’s not wearing it for her it’s for whoever will see her in it.

Eventually she’ll learn to love lingerie. For herself, not for ‘Ethan’.

The Hannah Evolution is messy.

A generally happy kid -> bogged down by having a single parent and the connotations that comes with that -> curating the perfect personality not to put strain on her mom -> creating an air of mystery and becoming an enigma. of never sharing her true feelings with anyone, even herself -> going after her dreams even if it pisses people off -> stupidly letting herself fall in love -> self sabotaging her happiness -> letting the facade crumble and rising from the ashes

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? & Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

Modern love letters are texts to wake up to and fall to sleep to. That’s something she romanticized with ‘Bryce’ and didn’t realize that meant nothing until ‘Ethan’ showed her.

Cappuccino. Probably a lemon poppy seed muffin. Or if they do sandwiches it would be a panini.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Other people not related to her see her as arrogant and a closed book. She isn’t forthcoming and makes it really hard to get to know her on a personal level. That makes making friends in adulthood hard.

Her ex-friends see her as selfish and fake and can’t deal with the drama that seems to follow her. They are actually really resentful for how well life was panning out for her once they all stopped being friends.

‘Ethan’ is intrigued by her. She finds her brilliant and beautiful and he wants to know more about her. The difference is he’s willing to put in the work. He’s able to see the funny girl hiding behind the rogue exterior.

She varies in how she sees herself. Some days she loves who she is and walks down the street with unwavering confidence. Other days she cakes on a face full of make up and becomes her alter ego. She’s never truly fully happy with herself. Something inside her is constantly looking for the next best thing to happen in her life and it is detrimental.

52. How are you and your character the same? How are you different?

You can find the projection yourself 😅

I’m not as bold as Hannah. I also like to think I’m a little more lovable and have a better grip on reality than this mess.

54. What does your character want, and what do they need?

She wants to be successful and shove her success up the ass of everyone who told her no growing up. She wants to be on the cover of Forbes 30 under 30. She’s creative and a bit chaotic and follows whims. She just wants recognition.

What she needs is ‘Ethan’ and everything he’s opened her eyes to.

55. What’s your character’s core trait? What’s their best trait? What’s their worst trait? When happens when these all interact with each other?

Instability.

Her best trait is her drive. It’s a little shaky in the grand scheme of things but at her core she just wants the best life.

Her worst trait is her tendency to write and cut people off without another glance. She does it swiftly and unapologetically.

Gosh all of these things combined come out when she fights with someone and it’s terrible. There’s screaming and slamming doors and ‘Ethan’ doesn’t know what’s going on and wishes she’ll just talk to him. But she’s not that easy and he understands that but goddamn he loves her and for him this is worth fighting for.

THE END.

#aylaramseycarrera #asked #oc #hannah weill #fun fact: her last name is a typo that i took as a sign #to change from farina to weill lolll #theo zaino #elliott hensley #the enigma the boy and the what if #Ayla i required detailed feedback on this thank u much love

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angelbunnywrites · 4 years

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☆ SERIES TITLE: beasts & the horrors of the apocalypse ☆ GENRE: dystopian horror apocalyptic adult lgbt fiction ☆ POV: third person, 7 main character rotation ☆ STATUS: first draft in progress (currently at 51k words!) / book 1 out of 4 ☆ TRIGGER WARNINGS: horror themes, graphic gore, mental health struggles (including suicidal ideation, eating disorders, trauma, and substance abuse), death, abuse, supernatural themes ☆ TROPES: supernatural abilities, childhood friends to lovers, lgbt/poc rep, majority fem cast, training sequences, government conspiracy, background characters galore, universe lore (this book is an apocalypse au for another story), forest fires, anarchy, chaos, war, body horror, mutated animals, cryptids, “zombies” but not zombies, romance side-plot, found family ☆ SYNOPSIS: the world is coming to an end. it starts with a pandemic and people dropping dead like flies--fear is as rampant as the disease. anarchy is on the rise, with an election of a fascist and public upheaval. before they know it, the pandemic slows people down; afraid, alone, and isolated. the young are dying; so are the elderly and sick. and then they start to turn. to mutate. so sick that they can’t control themselves; the hunger for fresh meat becomes too much. and so the parasite takes hold of them, and they lose control.

two weeks after the start of hell on earth, a group of co-dependent seven young adults hit the road and leave the destruction behind. scared, tired, and just looking for a safe place to hide, they go on a road trip in the midst of summer, and find themselves in florida at a government-sanctioned refuge. with many questions left to be answered--the most importantly seemingly being what they saw on the road trip, and how the apocalypse started to begin with--the group must navigate the trusty waters of the unknown, for better or for worse.

when up against hellish beings, zombie-like creatures, and the government itself, will the group manage to survive? or will they succumb to the weight of the world on their shoulders?

☆ CHARACTERS, LINKS & MORE BELOW THE CUT !!

☆ DANNIE YOUNG: 23, bi, androgynous boy, white. he/him (minor they/them). chaotic disaster, anxious traumatized mess, ex-drug dealer / tattoo artist / piercing artist. nephew to a mafia member. loves to say the words ‘fuck’ and ‘shit.’ preference is boys. soft boy but make him a punk-ass who’s not afraid to set things on fire. he’s still got hella anxiety though. big brother to ashley. fiona & spencer are love interests (no love triangle or poly).

☆ APRIL BROOKS: 21, bi, cis girl, biracial (half white/half mexican). she/her. manic, sarcastic, snarky, ex-bartender. although she seems really mean she’s actually super sweet and gentle; great with kids beneath her tough exterior. had a bad childhood but she doesn’t really show it. absolute punk aesthetic. loves dyed hair, has many piercings and tattoos. hardcore. adoptive mother to alexis brooks.

☆ ASHLEY YOUNG: 20, bi, cis girl, white. she/her. soft-hearted, gentle, sweet, and loyal. she was enrolled in college and working at a coffee shop as a barista. she doesn’t seem the type to swear, drink, smoke, or do drugs, but in this story, she does all of the above. traumatized and has Secrets. knows secrets too but she’s not a snitch. little sister to dannie. has a girlfriend named emily.

☆ FIONA YORK: 21, bi, cis girl, white. she/her. brutally honest, can be mean at times, but breaks down really easily. she’s quiet, adventurous, and driven. she’s flighty and doesn’t like being in the same place for a long time. tends to up and leave without any notice because she sucks at communicating. people rly either love or hate her. very flawed but honestly she’s trying ok. love interest is dannie.

☆ JACKIE VITSIN: 21, bi, cis girl, white. she/her. somehow super mean and super nice. she’s mostly just bitter and upset with herself half the time. very up in the clouds but not in a fun or quirky way, she’s just depressed and dissociating. she can be very cold and snappy but when she’s with someone she really bonds with, it’s not too hard for her to open up. was best friends with dannie when institutionalized, but bonded well with fiona too. love interest is piper.

☆ TUESDAY MCMILLAN: 23, bi, cis girl, biracial (half white/half mexican). she/her. she’s 100% the hippie of the friend group. very considerate and probably the most feminine besides ashley. she’s very sweet, open-minded, kind-hearted, and honest as fuck. she’ll be real with you when nobody else will, but also isn’t afraid to be nice about it. she loves a good social justice movement. including riots. loves conspiracy theories too but rarely believes them. honestly quite the skeptic but in a sexy dana scully kinda way. strong preference for girls. love interest is natalie, dannie’s childhood best friend.

☆ NATALIE THOMPSON: 23, bi, non-binary fem-leaning, white. she/they. resident art fanatic with a beautiful voice. she loves all kinds of alternative music and is great with a guitar. she’s very emotional, selfless, and loving. had a shitty ex-boyfriend who’s now dead but also we don’t talk about him )-: bc he kinda sucks. a lot. her art and poetry is great too, overall very artsy and meshes well with dannie and tuesday in particular. she’s extremely independent and a social butterfly. love interest is tuesday.

☆ LINKS: spotify playlist, pinterest board, credit for header (i, ii, iii, iiii)

☆ TAGLIST: @grimeberry !! tell me if you want to be added <3

#my wips #// entity.#wip intro #writing #writeblr #and yes those are my edits it took 4ever #i love v's psd for it tho omfg

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safiya-hensen · 4 years

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safyia presley hensen - 01/12/1994

tw: depression, anxiety, car accident

faceclaim: naomi scott

name: safiya presley hensen

age: 26

occupation(s): wedding planner (non complete degree in business)

label: resident sweetheart

tattoos: 2 - a rose on her right side ribcage, butterflies on her left bicep above her elbow

piercings - left ear: two stacked helixes, lobe and upper lobe, tragus. right ear: one helix, lobe and upper lobe, and a daith piercing. nose: small diamond stud on her left side (right side when you face her) she has her belly button pierced as well.

family: Everly Hensen, mother. Adam Foley, step-father. Helen Bell, aunt. Jameson Bell, grandfather.

The Rundown: Safiya has a very happy, charming, flirty and bubbly personality that she tends to lean into to hide the nasty anxieties that flood her mind in the day to day. From her hearing loss diagnosis to the nightmares of a car accident that nearly took the life she took for granted away from her, her mind can be a war zone. But, hidden behind flirtatious glances, great jokes and personable appearances lies an insecure and reserved person who believes she’s unworthy of love she used to have, of finding the happy ending so many of her clients receive when she does her job correctly.

The Bio

beginnings - Safiya was born in Chennai, India to a family of 7. Her biological parents weren’t able to afford another child and therefore got her to an adoption agency. From there she was sent to an United States based agency, in hopes that her chances of being adopted was greater. It took about a year before Everly found her. The woman jumped across the pond and quickly gathered the young girl from the world she knew. Thankfully, Safiya remembers nothing of her life in India, the only reminder being her first name. She was grateful that Everly had kept a piece of her heritage for her to hold on to, even if she didn’t know much else.

childhood - From the day of her arrival to the states and the Hensen household, Safiya grew up as a normal kid. She grew up with her adoptive mother, guidance from her aunt and her grandfather being a strong father figure for her. The presence of these adults served as role models in her life. They guided her through life and encouraged her hobbies from volleyball and singing, to fashion design and piano. They were just happy to have the light in their life that they did. All through high school, Safiya strove in her academics, played on a successful volleyball team and had joined the school choir. She was organized and made sure that she had time to balance everything in her life, her friends, her family, her boyfriends, hobbies and homework. Time seemed to fly by rapidly, and soon, Safiya was attending college as a business major. She was so excited about the idea of creating a business and being a business owner, she’d just not settled down with a product. She’d figured that maybe she would pick just one, versus the many types of services and products she’d dreamt up. College served her well, creating a bubbly, fun and outgoing person who had a wild streak when the moment was right. She was charismatic, yet kind and was always looking out for her friends surrounding her.

a bump in the road - Though, her plans faltered a little when Safiya realized she was having trouble hearing some of her professors in lectures. She would then go to the Health and Wellness services on campus, only to be directed to an ENT. There, they diagnosed her with sensorineural hearing loss, meaning there was a part of her inner ear that wasn’t working correctly, and was irreversible. Unfortunately, Safiya found that over the course of the semester it began to worsen. Finally, she began to really struggle and started the process of figuring out how she could acquire hearing aids. She knows that it will gradually get worse, eventually leading to complete loss of hearing. She’s terrified for that world, and it’s coming sooner than she knows. Because of that, she has a rather difficult time coming to terms with the idea that people will treat her much differently, so she keeps her mouth shut about the topic most times than not.

the downspiral - It was her diagnosis that began the harsh beginnings of her battle with depression. While her mother knew what was happening, she did everything she could to support the daughter she had taken in. However, she felt completely helpless. There was nothing that could fix the problem, and she was horrified of having to go into the world one day, not being able to hear it. She spent weeks trying to get out of bed, leading to academic probation from her school. Everly was worried and wasn’t sure what to do with her. She’d broken up with her boyfriend, and shut most of her friends out in fear of rejection. This led to Safiya shutting herself into her room and truly ignoring her studies despite how excited she’d been to earn her degree. Eventually, she withdrew from the semester in an attempt to maybe save her GPA when she returned in the next semester. Unfortunately, she never returned.

the accident - Over the summer, Safiya tried her best to get back into her life, and picked up a gig working at a local boutique in order to give her some assemblance of a schedule. Driving home one night after a shift, she’d been struck head on by a drunk driver who’d crossed over the median. This changed everything for Safiya. It had been a week of near consciousness and some dismal looking predictions from doctors. Coming out of the accident with a broken arm, broken leg and a severe head injury, it was a large surprise that she’d managed to recover as quickly as she had. This had left her with a few scars that remind her of where she has come from. They encourage her to get up and move past the simple struggles, as she knows she’s been through far, far worse. It was months of recovery and pushing past the claims of a lesser quality of life for her. Yet, something in Safiya said ‘no, you’re getting through this, dead or alive.’

regrowth - After the accident, she knew she didn’t want to go back to school. She wasn’t wasting any more time at a desk in order to prove her successes to a large university. Over the course of her recovery, her mother’s boyfriend had proposed, and Saf watched her aunt help her mother plan her marriage to her step-father. Sitting as an audience member, she somewhat shadowed over her in an attempt to see if wedding planning was a good fit for her. Low and behold it was. She ended up becoming her Aunt Helen’s intern for a summer, before taking on a wedding of her own. Eventually she was hired and working with her aunt for a good two years and found that she loved it. She loved romance, the beauty of seeing a couple come together, and knowing that she was helping bind them in an everlasting moment, and a memory they could look fondly on. And maybe it was this career that led her to her greatest fear: being alone.

love and life - Safiya had definitely had her share of relationships, and she was so happy in some of them. However, upon the diagnosis of her hearing, and what the outcome may result, she was terrified to let people in again. Friends, that was something different - but a partner? One who she’d live with and be so intimate with? She couldn’t imagine, never being able to hear her partner’s voice ever again, or making their life so much more difficult because of her disability. So, she thought she was better off. Yet, that doesn’t mean she isn’t a hopeless romantic, and doesn’t want love. She just knows that it’s not in the cards for her, or so she seems to believe.

a new page - Maybe that’s why when Adam and Everly sold everything to their name and jetted off to Germany that she left Helen’s business, and started her own in the suburbs of Chicago, away from what she knew. To start over, and maybe be the person she was before everything hit the fan. She’s trying to be the same person, but when she looks in the mirror, she can’t help but see the ugly scars that remained from the accident, the mental scars from beating herself up over a diagnosis she couldn’t predict, and a life she had made up in her mind, even though she’d not even lived it yet. Chicago was going to be her reset in a way, if she wanted to or not. So now, 2 years into owning Ever After Events, she’s finally in a better place - or so she hopes.

#bio #saf

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chronicparagon · 4 years

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Free Verse

I decided to move this to its own post to keep verses better organized and make Harmony’s information versatile.

The profile for Harmony’s Free verse is below.

NAME: Harmony Halcyon NICKNAMES: Harm, Har, Harmy, Ha-chan, Har-chan, Mato Ciqana (by her family, which means Little Bear).

Her nickname in her family changes to Mato when she inherits her grandfather’s Lakota name in honor of graduating from high school. AGE: Varies by verse between 18 years to 26 years. Default age is 19-20. POSITION: Default verse is a university student majoring in nursing and member of the swim club. Becomes a certified midwife nurse later on. RESIDENCE: Grew up on the Black Hawk Reservation in Montana, United States. Her current location depends on the verse. FAMILY: Destiny Halcyon (mother), Lucas Halcyon (father), Issac “Mato” Halcyon (grandfather, deceased). NOTE: Mato means bear or fiercely angry in the Lakota language. Harmony’s relatives are found here: LINK

ETHNICITY: Native American (enrolled member of the Lakota) Note: She’s half Lakota Sioux, a quarter Crow (the Crow Nation), and a quarter Euro-American (Irish and British). SEXUALITY: Pansexual

RESIDENCE: Grew up on the Black Hawk Reservation in Montana, United States. She moves to Yokota Air Force Base near Tokyo before relocating to Iwatobi when her father retired from the Air Force.

IMAGE COLOR: Turquoise MOTIF ANIMAL: Grizzly bear SWIMMING STYLE: Butterfly, breaststroke, freestyle (crawl)

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Art made by Yohao88

Appearance: Her long hair is dark brown, sometimes mistaken as black with long bangs and gray eyes. Harmony stands about 5 foot 4 inches (162.5 cm) who is toned due to working out with a pear-shaped figure. Her weight fluctuates between 135-140 pounds (61.2- 63.5 kg).

Her style varies. Compared to many girls in Iwatobi, Harmony is deemed to be a bigger girl due to her figure and musculature. Harmony is a member of the Lakota tribe from her father’s side. It was a goodbye present from her grandfather before leaving Black Hawk.

Harmony has three piercings. One on each ear lobe and she has a piercing on her tongue. When she swims, the piercings are replaced with retainers.

She also has features indicating her motif. Harmony has sharper canines to resemble a grizzly bear’s teeth. Hidden beneath her clothing are ghastly scars over her body. Her upper back, right shoulder from childhood. Growing up, there’s a reason why she opts to wear long sleeves. By the time she turned eighteen, Harmony received a tattoo on her upper back of an eagle.

Note: Due to cultural norms, Harmony would conceal the tattoo in public in Japan. in other verses where she is located elsewhere, she would be more likely to reveal her tattoo and scars.

More information for it can be found here: Link

PERSONALITY: Generally, Harmony a shy girl who can get excited on occasion. This can be off-putting to other people, especially if she just met them. It makes her come off as socially awkward. Most of the time, she’s more reserved, often in the background. She fears that people won’t like her because of the color of her skin, her name, or the scars she hides. This makes her have little confidence in herself. It will take time for Harmony to warm up to someone. Once she does, she’s sweet, even affectionate. Her most noticeable traits are her kindness, being polite, and quiet nature. Much like a grizzly bear, she can be fierce, which may be a bit scary. It occurs when she witnesses injustice or when her friends are in trouble. This is a little bit of a contrast to what she was like living in Tokyo prior to moving to Iwatobi. She was more belligerent and had a habit of getting herself into trouble. This is explained more in detail to what brought this on in her full backstory, which is further down the profile. She’s stubborn, sometimes this can do more harm than good. Harmony means well, but even after living in Japan for several years, she still has much to learn and a lot to adjust to. Harmony is dedicated, sticking to her tasks to the end. The last thing she wants to do is let anyone down.

BASIC MEDICAL INFORMATION BLOOD TYPE O+ MENTAL DISORDERS: Depression, anxiety, insomnia MEDICAL PROBLEMS: Scars, family history of Type II diabetes, heart disease, and kidney disorders (tied to diabetes). More information can be found here: LINK

STATUSES CURRENT STATUS: Stamina: 4/5 Body: 4/5 Mental strength: 2/5 Water repellency: 3/5 Logic: 3/5 Courage: 4/5 EXPECTED STATUS: Stamina: 5/5 Body: 5/5 Mental strength: 5/5 Water repellency: 5/5 Logic: 5/5 Courage: 6/5

FULL BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Triggers: Fire, racism, xenophobia, death

Harmony Halcyon was born and raised in Montana. Her parents owned a small bison ranch, and she used to spend her days helping her parents and riding her horse to endless plains. She loved the mountains that stand in the distance and the sky was open, limitless. As a child, she spent time with her paternal grandfather. He often told her various stories from legends passed down between generations and humorous misadventures of himself and his sisters as children.

She had a Karelian bear dog named Sedona and a paint mare, Mojave. She used to take long horseback riding through the trails in the neighboring forest. Harmony was a happy child.

.Unfortunately, her life would dramatically change. Harmony was a child when her parents lost everything. It all started with fire. It grew and ravaged the wilderness, stretching far and wide. The Halcyons couldn’t save their home. The fire surrounded Harmony who was riding Mojave on their way home with Sedona in tow. The raging fire scared the horse, and the girl fell from Mojave’s back. She was trapped in the fire. A burning tree strikes her down, pinning her to the scorched ground. A desperate attempt to free herself burned her right hand and arm. Burning debris fell upon the girl.

She couldn’t escape.But she wasn’t alone. Sedona desperately dug at the pile of fallen branches and ash. The dog pulled Harmony out and to the edge of a lake away from the smoke. Sedona left her, only to return with a rescue team following her. If it wasn’t for her Sedona, Harmony wouldn’t have survived. Mojave’s return without Harmony warned her parents and they acted quickly, only to find that rescuers found their daughter and was transported for burn treatments. The burns would remain as scars on her skin. Harmony struggled when she became ill from infections, a result of the burns. In the end, Harmony would pull through. But the same could not be said for the stability her family had.

The wildfire took everything. The herd was killed by the flames and stifling fumes. Harmony’s home engulfed by flames. It almost claimed her life.All that was left was her family, Mojave, Sedona, and a few of their belongings.

.The Halcyons had nowhere to go and the hospital bill was high, Indian Health Service couldn’t help cover all the costs. Employment was difficult to come by in Black Hawk. No one in their small town would hire them, except two Air Force recruiters who met Harmony’s father, Lucas. He took a chance that day. He enlisted and soon found out he must go to Yokota Base near Tokyo, Japan. The family made sacrifices before leaving the United States. Harmony’s heart broke when her parents sold Mojave. They couldn’t take her with them. The little girl could only watch when a strange man drove away with Mojave in a trailer behind his truck. Harmony wouldn’t ever see her again.

Thankfully, the family kept Sedona, and the family relocated when Harmony was ten years old. They lived modestly, just like always while sending some money back to help Mato make ends meet. She struggled in a new country. New expectations, new people, new language. She was rebellious as a child, not adjusting well to the culture shock. Children made fun of her trying to speak in Japanese and her appearance. She was darker compared to the other children. The children often question whether “Indians” still scalp people or live in tipis like in the old movies. They teased with war cries and left her out in most of their activities.Fitting in society was just part of the problem. Harmony couldn’t stand the sense of claustrophobia with the city enclosing around her. She stayed in the large city, almost forgetting what the stars looked like and it’s as though the sky that she once loved is imprisoned by towering skyscrapers. She missed the mountains and valleys, and the sky that could go on for thousands of miles.

Yet, Harmony soon got used to it. Slowly adjusting to the life on the base and in an urban setting. The family learned to speak Japanese and blend in the best they could. Unfortunately, there would be another tragedy inflicted on Harmony when she turned thirteen. Her grandfather passed away, succumbing to his long battle for hsi health.

First her home, Mojave, and now her grandfather. Harmony felt isolated, hurt, and yet she couldn’t do anything. Kids made fun of her for not looking the same, her necklace, and although she became more fluent in Japanese, she still stuck out. She tried to make the most of it but wished things were different. Isolation has left her longing for friends, becoming withdrawn and unsure of herself. This led her to get into trouble for any sort of attention. This included getting into fights.After several years, Harmony’s father went into retirement from the Air Force.

Her parents grew to love Japan, but missed the quiet life in the country. They were also afraid of Harmony getting into trouble, such as joining gangs that were rampant in the city. They thought Iwatobi would be the perfect place and relocated there. Harmony’s mother, Destiny, received an education from Yokota and gets a job as an elementary school teacher in Iwatobi. Lucas got a job as a security guard at Samezuka Academy, and Harmony transferred to Iwatobi High School.

After moving from the city to the quiet town, Harmony must acclimate to another dramatic change of environment. This time, it was easier because Iwatobi is closer to nature, just the way she likes it. However, making friends isn’t easy, which led her to wonder if joining a club would help in achieving that goal. After searching for all the options, Harmony discovered the Iwatobi Swim Club. A chance to challenge herself, make a name for herself, and make friends.

#ooc #for Harmony's Free verse #the default bio will be a little different #working on that for my new promo

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meleuki · 4 years

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Thanks for the tag @flowrxchild, @satans-helper, all my love to you both x

What was the last thing you read?

if we’re being specific, I read @satans-helper post completely. low-key dude, you remind me of myself.

Favourite movie?

The Hobbit, I just watched all three the other day and my love for them was remembered.

Favourite book?

I AM DEATH by Chris Carter. It will forever be my favourite, I’ve never read anything as good as that book.

Dream date?

A walk through a forest, or to the beach. Anything that involves a good long drive, with good music.

Do you have a crush?

I do, and we’ve been on a few dates recently.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, painting, drawing, yoga, astrology, tarot, learning about everything that catches my eye - mostly butterflies, outer space, mythology of any kind. I can also never get enough of making things with my hands, sculpting, cooking, baking etc.

What’s your favourite time of day?

My usual wake up time, that my body has gotten used to, is 4-5am. So the early morning. I wake up and make coffee and breakfast, and watch the sunrise. When it’s nice and cool in the morning is my favourite.

If you could look like anything, what would you look like?

A flowy forest fairy type gal I guess, that’s what I’d aim for.

Are you romantic?

Yes and no, that to me - is complicated. I wish to be, and I can be if I really feel the need to, but my demeanour around people I love is often more friendly than romantic.

What’s your favourite type of weather?

Sunny, but with a cool breeze. I like to be able to wear things that cover my whole body, and not feel over-heated.

What do you like talking about?

Astrology, I would talk about it all the time if I could, but the people around me aren’t so keen on hearing about it all. Also, music, like the blues and rock n roll, I love when someone can return my enthusiasm about Muddy Waters, The Kings, Jimi Hendrix or Stevie Ray Vaughan.

What are your turn ons?

Someone who will roll with my ramblings; make sense out of nonsense; try something they’ve never done; mother nature’s child; understanding and supportive; a little wild and a little crazy; considerate; a good heart.

Turn offs?

Over-confidence, selfishness, dishonest, disloyal. Doesn’t take any advice. This is a specific thing, but if in a conversation I am the only one asking the questions.

If you got a tattoo what would it be and where would you get it?

Oh, I want many. I want a triangle on my right shoulder, covered in flowers and vines, with my mother, grandmother, and sister’s name at each corner. I also would like to get a protection sigil tattooed on the space between my thumb and pointer finger.

but that’s for when I have money.

Do you have any pets?

A small dog named Wesley, I love him a lot.

Dream job?

Designing album covers or just being an artist. An author, or a professor of Creative Writing, I would like to be a lecturer one day.

Dream place to live?

I would like to build my own place, by a lake in the woods, with a couple of dogs, maybe some chickens. Cabin or cottage vibes throughout the whole house.

Dream vacation?

I want to travel Canada, and go see all the lakes and forests. Portugal is also on my list. ( @livewiredroger )

Do you have any piercings?

Just the two in my earlobes. I wanna get my septum and line a few up my ears however.

If you had kids, what would you name them?

Ophelia and Titan are the only names I’m sure of at the moment.

What are your best traits?

I am straightforward when I need to be. I believe I am kind, and I do my best to live up to that belief every day. I will talk about anything and everything. I think a lot.

Worst traits?

I often get tired and irritable, which makes it easy for me to snap at people or sound uninterested in conversation. I’m in the process of learning how to still be kind no matter what mood I am in. I am unaware of how much I ramble on sometimes.

What’s your worst fear?

Loss of my sight.

What do you want to eat right now?

Uhm, nothing really. Chicken and spinach maybe? I just ate so I have no idea what my body wants.

What’s your best vacation you’ve ever been on?

Every year I go to Sydney for Christmas, to see my grandparents and other family. Each year seems to be better than the last, so I’m not to sure which is my favourite.

Favourite city?

Coimbra, Portugal.

Favourite social media platform?

Tumblr.

Favourite article of clothing?

My long hippie skirt that I wear whenever I get the chance. It’s gorgeous and I’m in love with it.

Do you play any sports?

I used to play Ice Hockey. I had to stop because of health issues, and I’m not sure I want to play again. Although, I do miss skating a lot.

Favourite meal of the day?

Lunch.

What are you excited for?

Christmas! I can’t wait to see my family, go to the beach everyday and enjoy summer once again.

Not excited for?

I’m not really sure, there isn’t anything that makes me feel awful at the moment.

When was the last time you cried?

Last night, my head was hurting as well as my throat and I couldn’t talk at all.

Dream house?

One that I built myself.

What’s something you hate about the world?

Selfish people, selfish things, selfish minds. Being the kindest you can be, no matter how awful people are to you is the key to a happy life. My grandma told me, “Kind, but stern. Just because you are kind, does not mean you are a doormat.” I hate how people take kindness for granted and see it as weakness.

What’s something you love about the world?

Love. I love, love. The feeling, the essence, the emotion, the spark of it. I love, love. @satans-helper is right, it’s magic.

What scents do you like?

Earth smells, or the smell of fire smoke. Patchouli and candles, essential oils. The smell of bread baking is my favourite. Or when you hug someone and they have an inviting smell, like their own personal relaxer. (I dunno how else to describe that lmao)

What kind of sleeper are you?

I will sleep for hours upon end, or just a few. it really depends on how I’m feeling, what mood I’m in.

Are you a cat or dog person?

Dogs. I am slightly afraid and slightly allergic to cats.

How long would you survive in a zombie apocalypse?

A while I think. I used to be obsessed with Zombies. When I was 10 I even made my own get away bag. I don’t have it any more, but I remember all that was in it. I also enjoy learning about herbal medicines and such, that would probably do me some good. I also have friends who are good at conflict, which would help. So an estimate of maybe 2-3 years? probably not, I don't really know lmao.

Are you trusting?

It takes me a while to trust people fully.

What fictional character do you identify with?

Mitch Kramer and Slater from Dazed and Confused. My sister said Young Goob from Meet The Robinsons, and Mallory from the Spiderwick Chronicles.

This is Goob btw.

What labels do you commonly get?

Emotional, Straightforward, “mature for my age”.

What song would be your life anthem?

Afraid Of The Dark by The Frights

What issues are you dealing with rn?

My Iron, mental health, and a whole bunch of other shit that I’m not gonna get into.

How can someone win you over?

Match my level of crazy. Be awkward and stupid and wild with me.

What’s something about you people don’t know?

I have an interest in witchy things, most people in my life don’t have a clue.

I tag @xx-kurt-cocaine--xx @livewiredroger @solohqrry @guns-n-crue @born-to-be-my-baby @antheasnow @eru-vande @malibubarbievince xx

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❝All I see is red. What do you see?❞ Full Name: Annie Renée Stewart Pronunciation: An ∙ nee, Ra ∙ nay, Stu ∙ art Meaning of Name: ❧ Annie is a diminutive of Anna. Anna is most likely a variant of a Hebrew name Hannah, meaning "gracious" or "favored", because in the Bible she was a sincere and merciful woman. Ultimately the name lost its initial 'h'. ❧ Renée (often spelled without the accent in non-French speaking countries) is a French feminine given name. Renée is the French form of the late Roman name Renatus and the meaning is reborn or born again. ❧ Stewart is relating to the royal family ruling Scotland 1371–1714 and Britain 1603–49 and 1660–1714. Nicknames: The Broken Crown Gender: Female Pronouns: She / Her Age: 124 years old Mental Age: 28 years old Birthday: March 28th Zodiac: Aries Race/Species: Nephlim Nationality ❧ Mother’s side: Angel ❧ Father’s side: Alp (A mythological nightmare demon) ❧ Birthplace: Remote barn in upstate New York. Accent: American ❝Queen is nothing but a title. A title that I cannot claim. Nor do I want to.❞ Skin Tone: Pale Hair Color: Raven Hair Style: Straight and long, reaching far down to her hips. When it gets wet it curls up just slightly. Sometimes she will pin it up into a messy bun or ponytail. Eye Color: Naturally crimson and she has cat-like pupils. Other details about her eyes: Her dark magic can change them to a bright blue just to blend in with humanity. Under stress, fear, or change, they'll flicker away back to the natural dark red. Body Shape: Square Clothing: She'll mostly wear anything black and quick to throw on. Easy to blend into the night and flexible for when she's fighting. Height: 6'2" Weight: 135lbs Tattoos: A faint one on her back depicting butterfly wings. The color is a bright cyan. She has another that's a vine decoration from her left hip all the way up to the base of her jaw. Piercings: A simple black ball on her tongue. Birthmarks: It's kind of covered up by the vine tattoo, one on her left hip that looks like a skull. Scars and burns: Long inflamed marks on her back, stomach, and chest. She has multiple burn marks everywhere on her body from closing a wound with Dawn. ❝If you hate my cold nature stop stepping near the freezer.❞ Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Preferred Gender: She doesn't have one. Romantic Status: Single First Kiss? ❧ Swept away by one of her mentors. Their relationship was simply platonic, she tried to use him to escape. He, in returned, tried to use her for power. First Date? ❧ She will always claim she never really had one. Unless slaughtering hordes of brainwashed millennial demons count as romantic in the slightest. ❝And why would I care about your petty feelings?❞ Overall Personality: She's very cold and blunt. Always stating the obvious. She has a bit of a humorous wit to her, able to dance around someone's mental state. How they view themselves? ❧ A monster. A killer of the night, ready to snap her jaws on hunger. How others view them? ❧ She doesn't know many, only family. Rumors leavened with conjecture, she is seen as a disgrace. The words were mostly uttered by her grandfathers, tainting her image. Postive Traits: Intelligent Brave Integrity Responsible Reliable Negative Traits: Cold-Shouldered Hot-Tempered Loner Aggressive Grim Likes: Clear night skies Her flower garden Silence Sitting on her roof Exerting power Dislikes: Someone using her shadows against her Human food Enthusiastic people Changes Demons Temper: She's very quick to set off. Anyone she meets is always on thin ice. Watch where you step. Dreams: Freedom To be human To be accepted Fears: The death of humanity Accidentally killing a human Falling asleep ❝You're merely a pawn in a small game.❞ Weapons: Dawn and Dusk, they're two spectral blades bound by a soul. She can call upon them, but cannot banish them unless they are physically broken. Once broken, Dawn cannot be resummoned until the full moon, and Dusk the new moon. She has to be careful when and where she does this, Dawn can cause fires. Powers: She can control both shadow and light. The shadows are like multiple hands or persons with a deadly grip. Also with the shadows, she can make your greatest fear come to life, long enough for her to flee or attack. With light, she has multiple arrows at her fingertips and a temporary blinding power for fleeing or attacking. However, she doesn't use her light powers too often and relies on darkness. Her darkness isn't well trained and she often causes a nightmare to herself. Intelligence: 10/10 Strength: 6/10 Emotional Strength 1/10 Speed: 9/10 Agility: 10/10 Stamina: 10/10 Defense: 0/10 Wisdom: 8/10 Humor: 9/10 Common Sense: 9/10 Loyalty: 7/10 Teamwork: 0/10 Confidence: 0/10 Patience: 4/10 Anger: 10/10 Control: 3/10 Kindness: 2/10 Trust: 1/10 Physical Health: 4/10 Emotional Health: 0/10 ❝It's not negativity, sweetheart. It's called life.❞ Overall health: Fit as a fox. Nothing fully wrong except her mentality and her blood. Mental Health: She's broken. She views herself as disgusting. A monster to be reckoned with. Something to be killed and slaughtered. She also periodically hears the screams of her victims. Physical Health: Her body is frail and tiny, but due to her small frame it makes her fast and nimble. Illnesses? In all technicality, her blood is corrupted. Being of a split breed, her body doesn't know which to choose. The plasma is loose, almost like water. Yet it is dark like thick black paint. It's easy to spread the tainted drops across the grass to turn the blades black. She has to be very careful if she gets cut. Mental Disorders? PTSD. If she sees a whip or small knives, she'll either break down into a panic or cause a fight. Smokes? Yes, cigarettes. Drugs? No ❝I have seen the ups and downs of this plane. It doesn't deserve to be wiped out.❞ 〈〈 HISTORY 〉〉 Childhood Life: Spending most of it in a cell, Annie can vaguely remember the age before she was swept away. She can remember the day she had met her blades. Well, at least the spirits that attached themselves to the dark and light. Dawn and Dusk fell from her lips, naming the dead. The dead that would be forever lost if she hadn't bound them to two weapons. Before she had reached four years old the demons took her. Locked her up because she was a combination not only feared, but also forbidden. To top this off her parents had royalty in their genes. After her birth their not allowed to claim their crowns. She cannot touch either as well. She was kept in a dark cell for many years. In silence, distant flames of fires beyond to be her friend. Cold bars were her enemy. A shackle to her ankle was a parent. Teenage Life: Still in the cold lifeless cell, she stayed. As she grew older, she got cocky. Arrogant and spiteful. Lashing out anyone who came to mock her. Fed up with the noise, her grandfather issued punishment to the now sixteen-year-old. Day in and day out, she was slashed with whips upon her back. Many times it brought tears to her eyes, cried to her silent voice. The skin on her back painted in the black ooze. Many times she thought she had died, only to realize to demons controlled that as well. Adult Life: Broken and quiet. That's all that remained in the cold cave with bars. A few would come, snicker at her humiliating place. She'd glare, the eyes filled with hunger and anger. They would scurry off whenever she stirred the shadows. She had grown powerful in dark captivity. Many forget that her genes carry ones of an Alp. Able to weave in and out of nightmares, of night. Finally, a March wind rolled over the surface of her imprisonment. Her bones could feel it as she turned twenty-five. It had been many years since someone came to the bars. To snicker, to laugh. To call her disgusting, a waste of a crown. This one did not, however. A man stood, just beyond the bars, a pitiful look upon his face. Empathy? Sadness? A combination of the two? She couldn't tell. "What have they done to you?" He called out as if he knew her, crimson eyes flickering in low light. The bars pried open, shadows she did not weave. The inky hands snapped the metal bars as if they were twigs, nothing more. Stepping into the cave, he gently removed the chain. It was rusted and surprised she hadn't realized she probably could break that off on her own. The realization hit once more. She fled, faster than she ever could. Instincts kicking in, one to feed. One to slaughter. This is when she made her first regretful kill. Standing in a pool of blood, she cried. Demons can forget their morals so easily, yet angels carry that weight with a heavy chain. After the rampage, she broke down. Killing easily over one thousand humans. Swallowing every soul greedily to fulfill her hunger. Warmth touched her shoulder, darkness filled her vision. The same two she had met years before, regaining their helpful master. Dawn and Dusk remained with her this whole time. Yet stuck on the surface, spinning in circles. Unable to save their savior. They fled into the night, searching for a new home. A new calling. They settled with a plot of unclaimed land, Dusk and Annie building a cabin in the middle of the woods. Far away from society and demons. Happy Moments: She can't recall much, the faint moments of her sisters. Either a tea party with Linda, who would then accidentally freeze the plastic cups or a dance with Lina. A prank or two with Lindy, only to get into trouble soon after. She holds these shattered and faded memories as close as she can. Sad Moments: Her heart drags through the mud each time she remembers the faces she killed. At times she will cry at night because of this. The faint faces of her siblings and parents also haunt her; she desperately tries to remember. ❝Just because you're here doesn't mean I needed you.❞ Mother Name: Cassandra Stewart Status: Dead. History: In older days her name was Cassandra - Dawn would be her future name - heir to the thrones of gold. She had four girls, all witches. It is one of the laws within the gates that all angels bare one witch in their life. Finding one human to serve as mother or father and fleeing with said child. Cassandra was special, she gave the gift of the seasons to her children. Even as the years went on, every time there is a hot day or a cold winter, Annie knows who made it. Cassandra was never happy though. Living under the unending course of laws and regulations. She ventured to the mortal land one day, meeting a man with horns. At first, she didn't know what to do, beginning to arm herself with a twig. A demon stood before her, handsome no less. Tall with black hair, piercing red eyes. His horns were curled, their tips barely touching his long, elf-like ears. He gave her a smile, opening his arms to the golden beauty. He had no weapon to brandish or show off. Instead, he just wanted to admire her, gaze at the lake eyes and blonde locks. Talking can lead to common ground. They both felt trapped with their crowns, unable to burn them away. Years would go by, feelings would pump strong. Until one day a child, ebony hair, eyes bouncing between red and blue. Happy, always happy. If that child could've only stayed that way. Cassandra was called in by her own father, ridiculed. He told her she didn't know what love meant. That loving a demon was unnatural. Cries of an unwanted child made her father snap. He broke off her wings, leaving her bones shattered and feathers a bloody mess. Tossing them aside, she was squished under his boot. A king can be cruel, even the ones with a heart of gold. "Don't," her final words began to crawl out of her throat. Her face turned to him, tear-stained and coated in her own blood. "Don't hurt her." He was a fool to even think she'd beg for her own life. No, instead Cassandra groveled for the halfbreed. If she wanted to be lower than scum, so be it. He would happily oblige. The angel plummeted to earth, surrounded by sandy deserts. Crimson mixed in with creamy tans, Cassandra wasn't able to get up. She bled out, buried by the forgotten wastelands. Father Name: Dani Acor Status: Dead. History: Demons are slightly weaker, at least those who don't have strong blood behind them. Millions upon millions of types conversed under the rock. There was a prince named Dani; Dusk would be his name in later years. After the news of his missing wife, only recently marrying her, he fled to the underworld with his newborn. Demons turned heads, staring at their fallen prince. He glared back in fear. He did the thing any father would protect his little girl. Although still children themselves, Dani found the coven of four witches. It wasn't hard, the house still under his fallen wife's name. Dani spoke with the eldest of the four, holding her face in his hands. That was his only option, to trust the half-sisters to raise the nephlim. "Lindy," Dani spoke to the confused fifteen-year-old. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask how he knew her name. "Your mother, she was special," Dani didn't let the girl speak, "far beyond special. Remember that, okay? I need you to take care of your youngest sister." He was holding back his own heartbreaking cries. Lindy looked back at Lindsey in confusion, she was the youngest that they only knew. Her mouth opened again, wishing to speak. Dani squashed her curious flame. "Just trust-" a loud bang came at the door. Time ran out. "Dani boy!" A snake-like creature broke the door into wooden fragments. Its face twisted with a horrific fanged grin. The blood born alp stood protectively in front of the children, they cowered in the corner in return. Dani would go down fighting, willing to spill his blood for his only child. The fight lasted for minutes, shadows and demons arguing about right and wrong. The prince was pinned down by the snake-like creature, unable to move or fight. Dani made his last decision, he sacrificed himself to damnation. The demons dragged their prince in chains, happy with a catch. He was brought beneath the earth for eternity, his throne no longer in view. He didn't care for the cheap seat, his heart ached for his lost love. Loneliness is a silent killer, his few months of confinement and heartbreak left him dead. Dani literally died of a broken heart. Siblings Names: Linda Stewart, Lindsey Stewart, Lina Stewart, and Lindy Stewart. Status: All alive. Friends Names: Dawn and Dusk (Spirits behind her blades.) History: Dani and Cassandra were doom driven lovers, a power beyond the kings brought them back. Angels and demons never die off, simply reborn into a new body with their memories erased. These two prolonged such a thing, they didn't want to forget. However, such a thing is written for them. Forgetting little by little of each other and their child. That is until Cassandra set foot on familiar land, a house with overgrown greenery. A coven beyond doors and a child with a crown of golden horns. She wasn't alone, a presence stood beside her. The golden dead turned, meeting purple in her eyes. Flashes of a man of horror, a sweeter heart in his chest, danced before her very eyes. A sly grin spread across his faded face, arms open for the golden beauty. "Dani?" Cassandra was in tears, practically choking on her own words. It was him, the one she never wanted to forget. Before she could run into her lover's arms, she was stopped by a young girl. The girl's hair was as ebony as the hours before midnight. "Why are you crying?" The child was no more than three, her big red eyes making her look innocent. Cassandra knelt down to her own daughter, wanting desperately to touch her face. "Nothing An-, I mean," Cassandra cleared her throat. Annie would never remember her mother's face, nor know why this strange woman knew her name. "Nothing, child." Cassandra gave the little nephlim a smile. She attempted to place her hand upon the girl's head, but her heart broke. She couldn't touch her own daughter, her fingers slipping through matter. Dani stood there, stiff. He couldn't look at his own daughter, the familiar ache echoed in his soul. Agitation was soon replaced in the sad pit, his hand roaming over his face. He could barely watch this, perhaps hoping he would forget. However, it melted when his daughter popped up with a question. "Want to play?" Annie scurried for a ball in the play yard. She held up the rubber toy with the brightest smile on her face. The two dead shared a few glances, they figured why not? Wanting to share the last few moments with their creation of profound love. "What are your names?" Annie tossed the ball, but it went through Dani. There was a flaw in their plan. The nephlim wasn't going to be discouraged, she tossed the ball away and offered tag. A single rule was made; the hand of the person who was it had to go clear through the other. Her parents agreed, but Annie brought the question up again. What were their names? The dead paused, thinking on how to carefully answer. For some reason, they didn't want to state their names. They figured if Annie ran to her sisters, Lindy would definitely know something was up. No, Cassandra wasn't going to let Lindy waste her days away trying to bring back the dead. She knew the fire witch would try. "How about Dawn and Dusk?" Annie said, hoping that the two liked the names. Her parents shared a smile, that was their loophole to avoid the truth. The three laughed, a family again; at least for the few moments, they had left. That was until Dusk fell, his hand pressed against his transparent forehead. His memories were fading, along with him. Dawn quickly ran to him, her own glow brighter than his. "No, no! Dusk! No! Don't leave now! Please!" Tears filled Dawn's eyes, she knew he would fade from existence. Annie stood quietly behind her parents, a tepid expression across her face. No one will ever know what pulled her to do what she did. "I can save him." Determination was clear in Annie's heart. The child was always strange, sensing something that was never said or there. She ran into the house, dragging a book back out with her. It was bigger than her, but she did it without complaint or question. She flipped the book open acting like she knew what she was doing. Except she knew what she was clearly doing. "Annie, this isn't time for ga-!" Dawn felt a shock throughout her body, something inside of her grabbed ahold of her invisible heart. Dusk was in the same pain, neither of them was able to speak. When the pain wiped itself away, Dawn and Dusk panted to regain their breath. Whatever it was, it hurt. Badly. In the very end though, both of them felt different. They felt connected to the earth, the heavens, and the underworld again. Dawn reached out to Annie, but something appeared after she did. A bright shimmering blade stood before her gaze, lighted by flames of holy. Floating above the ground and leaving a patch of burnt dirt. Dusk grunted behind Dawn, she whipped her head to see if he was okay. He was no longer becoming a faded memory, but he held his chest in pain. Dawn took his head into her hands, she felt him. He existed in the world and so did she. Dusk let out a painful scream, the core of his chest glowing an intense purple. Just like Dawn, Dusk summoned a blade, jagged and corrupted. The weapon had thorns to rip flesh open, twists and turns to pull out guts. It was large and heavy, slamming into the earth. Becoming lodged into its own hole in the ground. Enemy: Name: Her grandfather, Coro (Father's side), the king of mayhem. (Underworld.) ❝Get the hell away from me!❞ Pessimistic or Optimistic? Pessimistic. Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert. Bookworm or Party Animal? Bookworm. Dare Devil or Cautious? Dare Devil. Logical or Emotional? Logical. Working or Relaxing? Working. Think before Speaking or Speak before Thinking? Speak before thinking. ❝And when plants die, what do we grow after?❞

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