#dirty south rp

[archaiclumina]

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This entire blog runs on a queue, so there is no queue tag! This blog is just aesthetic posts and FFXIV related content. I like to keep my queue very full for inspiration for my writing, (or procrastination from it maybe, haha) I also schedule posts of other peoples content into my queue completely arbitrarily! I enjoy reblogging the content of others with supportive tags, even if I don't know them from a bar of soap! Sharing creations is scary and hard sometimes, and I think everyone deserves a hype man personally! Most of my time on tumblr is spent browsing various tags for content to reblog. Once a week I go through a random selection of my mutuals' blogs and try check for content I missed to interact with in some way; like send an ask, signal boost something, or leave a friendly comment. And of course I reblog screens and writing too, in those cases I literally just throw in a random date and time! That's my whole system for keeping things active here even when I am busy with work/real life!

Obvs what that means is that this blog runs all the time even when I am not at the dash. If you send me a message, and I don't respond, please don't worry! I'll always try to get back to you within a couple of days! ♡ I've made this master post to help people find some relevant stuff amongst all the trees! (literally I guess because I reblog a lot of trees c': ) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 🗝Character Info 🗝Carrd 🗝 Tags 🗝 About ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ┊ ┊ ︎✧ ┊ ┊ ✯ ┊ . ˚ ˚✩

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Character Info

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Ren A Sharlayan trained arcanist and Studium graduate with a deep love for Hydaelyn's history and languages and a very tepid interest in the politics and bureaucracy of her homeland. Currently living as an expatriate in Eorzea, working as an archivist sorting out her uncle's private library located in Ul'dah. Ren enjoys a strong cup of dirty chai, long walks at midnight, stimulating intellectual conversations, papercrafts, weaving, old jewelry, and finger sandwiches. She dislikes her mother, politics and people who bend the spine of books.

Oli A rather introverted, albeit well-traveled, herbalist and alchemist. A half-Hyur, originally from the South Shroud. Excellent with plants, with a sharp right hook when startled. Currently makes her living taking on odd alchemy jobs and running errands for her rich Sharlayan friends. Oli enjoys aromatic tea with a slice of Hannish lemon, sun showers, making perfume, talking to plants and baking pies with berries. She dislikes people who walk very slowly, jokes about her ears and impractical hats.

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#totw — thematic aesthetics for Ren and Oli #cargo — aesthetic inspiration for current writing I'm working on involving additional characters/RPs I'm involved in with others #asks and answers — OC asks and my answers, also some of the WoL/OC QotD posts by others that I've answered #tag game — piccrew memes, uquiz and other such tag related shenanigans

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About

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This blog is purely aesthetics for my original writing set in the XIV universe and occasionally some RP related stuff. It also reblogs content created by others in the community.

I go by Elu most of the time in online spaces. I am in my late-thirties, happily married to this ⋆˙⟡♡ rad dude ♡⟡⋆˙ and the proud co-owner of a menagerie of cats. This blog collects inspo material for my original writing about my OCs on the Crystal DC, plus where I post screenshots I take of them, and very occasionally I might post some original writing too (but not very often tbh c': )

I try to stay pretty relaxed in online spaces, but due to past experiences on the web, I like to maintain my privacy. I am WCIF friendly for pretty much all of my mods I use except for the ones I cobble together myself (e.g. Oli's tattoos which are obviously not available because they're my frankenstein creation and I am not a modder c': )

I am open to some forms of RP and more information about the kind of RP i participate in is available in the info section of my carrd linked above.

However, two things worth mentioning: 1. I don't do any RP here on my tumblr. 2. I only RP in-game at events and venues for the purpose of connecting and meeting new people (especially those who might like to RP with me outside of the game.) I don't participate in in-game RP regularly because I'm unable to commit to long term in-game plots of any kind due to my timezone. As I'm located outside of North America, I am only available to RP on my days off work (Mon/Tue) in-game.

My focus is long form RP and in depth plots centered around adventure, intrigue, combat and morally grey situations and outcomes, plus they include a healthy dose of lorebending! So, it is not often appropriate for a teen or general rated setting such as within the game itself, and due to the long form stye and a focus on continuity, it is rarely accommodating to walk up styles of RP outside of the sort of pre-established scenarios that events and venues provide.

The majority of my RP is conducted via gdocs both for the convenience it provides me in my weird timezone, and as I am rarely interested in pro-longed casual and slice of life style RP. While I am not averse to discord RP via group chat or DM, I do use my discord for work and so it's problematic for me... I got a new job where I don't have to use my Discord anymore and so am open to engaging in Discord RP via chat. I would prefer server-based RP for group related plots, but I am not currently aware of any discord servers dedicated to long form styles of RP. If you have a RP focused discord server where people actually do the roleplaying part and not just a hub for sharing advertisements for events and carrds, please feel free to drop me a link to it! I am always happy to use discord for the purposes of plotting and general conversation! I don't hand my handle out publicly, but if you would like to connect via Discord, please just shoot me a message or ask!

I ship my OCs with my husband's OCs so they're unavailable for romance-style RP.

I prefer not to interact with minors.

I do tend to curate my online spaces very closely. If things someone posts cause me anxiety I am likely to block that person. It's not meant to be an offense, but I value my mental health and time away from work-related stress. Tumblr, writing and casual RP are relaxing hobbies for me and I don't want them to turn stressful. So, if you have been blocked by me, for whatever reason, please don't try and circumvent it.

My tumblr also does this weird thing lately where it puts the "follow" button back on blogs I am already following and when I click it I actually unfollow that blog. It is really frustrating and I do try to remember to double check, but sometimes I press the button like a monkey so if we were moots and you can still see this post, it means you're not blocked and that probably is what happened, please just shoot me a message/ask and I will rectify that! (many apologies in advance if it's happened too!)

I really don't enjoy interacting with 'diskhorse' of any sort here, be it fandom, political, cultural, or any sort of subject that is causing heated debate amongst people. There may be times I make an exception to this and something related to human rights may be posted to this blog, but it will be very rare. Please don't assume my lack of engagement with these subjects means I am uninformed about them, or my lack of comment about X means I support Y. It simply causes me a lot of anxiety to engage with those discussions in an online setting and if I have made an exception it is because I have decided the issue being discussed is an issue I can contribute something of value to besides my personal opinion and deserves reach beyond my personal circles.

Lastly, if you're a bigot of any sort, we just can't be friends. I don't want to list the whole sordid table of bigotry here, but regardless of my dislike for online political discussions I very firmly believe in personal freedoms, personal autonomy and personal respect. I don't want to associate with people whose values are focused on impeding other peoples rights to those three things. I think that's just about everything that needs to be here for now!

[cheshire-shuntaro]

We were thinking of writing something together for a while and then @kuinaoflight stumbled upon this wonderful post by @doliminuz which inspired this RP. Hope you enjoy it, my love!

If the lord of the hells himself visited Chishiya this morning and inquired as to his reasoning behind agreeing to drink with Kuina, with the previous knowledge of her head being incredibly sturdy when it came to ethanol comsumption, Chishiya would first, ask him to lower his voice as his head is about to explode, and secondly not have an answer for him. Shuntaro's eyelids slowly lifted, reluctently letting in the midday sun (was it midday already?) shine right into his brown-hazel eyes, he grunted and hissed through his teeth, becoming aware that his mouth felt more parched than a San Marzano tomato left to dry in the south-Italian heat. Slowly, his mind became aware of the slight breeze on his chest and bare feet, he patted his chest to find naked skin, and looked through half-opened eyelids towards his legs to find bare, dirty feet. The last piece of this rather unfortunate morning's puzzle was the cowboy hat laying nearby and a couple of colorful party streamers he took out of his blonde hair one by one when he had pulled himself up with a strained grunt into a sitting position. Chishiya narrowed his eyebrows and quickly took a breath in through his nose... gasoline? One step at a time, the thought bounced around Shuntaro's head as he leaned his back on the nearby wall, but this sudden movement provoked something violent in his stomach, his eyes shoot open and he was barely able to twist to the side and heave out the contents of it. A pool of thick, yellow liquid begun making its way out of the roof and through the slight gap in the railing. Chishiya massaged his temples in disbelief at his own audacity do stoop so low, and scootched as far away as it was possible from the mess he had made, then he took a deep breath in and tried to recall what took place before this fateful morning.

The snippets of memories from the previous night were like the "Where's Wally?" pictures, with every passing minute he was awake he discovered a new detail about it that was not there before. Apparentely, the evening begun with one of the executives proclaiming it was their birthday (no matter that they didn't keep track of the passing time, they just needed a reason to get drunk), it might have been Aguni or An, someone whose name began with the letter "A." As always when such ideas occured, Shuntaro paid it no mind, and mentioned it to Kuina in passing, his tone apathetic as if he was dictating a grocery list to his friend, and of course she caught on and begged him for solid 20 minutes (this time he resisted longer than usually, which he considered a win) to go to the party with her. He yielded after she promised they would stay for a mere hour and then return to the security room to polish up the last details of his next grand scheme. But clearly that's not how the story went. The last thing he remembered before waking up on the roof this dreadful morning was that him and Kuina walked to the pool at about 8PM and her bringing two margaritas to "pre-game" as she put it, then it is all a blur. Where did the cowboy hat come from? Where, oh where did he lost his hoodie? But most importantly, where was his precious taser?

Somehow he managed to pull himself on his own two feet and wander down the two flight of stairs, stumbling and zig-zagging, holding onto the railing for his dear life. When walking through the winding corridors of the complex he passed by a service cart, grabbing a bottle of water from it and gulping it until his throat stopped reminiscing a dried-out gulf. That was the moment he heard the familiar voice coming from behind, what was unusual though was that it sounded way friendlier than usual.

"Chishiya, you cowpoke!" Niragi shouted, slapping the bare back of the shorter man with a loud clap, which resulted in him grunting in pain and the cowboy hat slightly tipping forwards. "Never thought I would say that, but, good job yesterday, your balance is really impressive!" He added, passing him and whistling to himself, the assault rifle propped against his shoulders.

"Thank you?" Chishiya's said, fixing his black cowboy hat, his voice came strained and cracked, like the surface of a dried-out mud puddle. That resulted in Niragi laughing, turning his back and stopping in the middle of the corridor for a second. "Don't tell him I told you that but I think that Aguni has never stood a chance." Niragi said, tilting his head. "For that hangover you should get some scrambled eggs with a healthy amount of butter, if you hurry there might still be some left in the canteen for you." He said turning around again, and disappearing around the corner.

Aguni? Impressive balance? Just what was he doing yesterday? He grabbed another two bottles of water shoving them into the pockets of his beach shorts and his feet led him straight to Kuina's room. There was a good chance that she could tell him what took place last night in details, and what made him end up in the state that he ended up in. When he got to Kuina's room he didn't bother to announce himself, they had an unspoken agreement about not knocking, so he entered the room and with a deep sigh he closed the door behind him. "So, mind telling me what in the 9 circles of hell happened last night?And where is my taser?" Chishiya said, crossing the hands on his bare chest.

@kuinaoflight

[angelicgentleman]

@emptypassicn // for [ x ]

Send me your URL and I'll tell you

with Pocket and Mole

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I never really had anything towards sp Pocket. I didn't hate him, but he wouldn't come up on my favourite character list for a while either. GE Pocket was much better. ; I always enjoyed Mole because he's just the kind of character I like, funny and covered in dirt. I wish both of them had more screentime in South Park How they play them: Now scratch everything I said about Pocket in the first part because Hound made me genuinely love the character with their portrayal of him. I haven't seen many Herbert's out there but I don't need to, because this one is hands down the best out there. Literally ten out of ten, would recommend even if you don't have a sp muse. ; Love their Mole but would also spray him with water (lovingly). Now Moles I've seen a ton in rpc on tumblr and outside of it. I roleplayed with a few but I have to once again say that this is likely the best one I've played with so far. People often tend to soften or water him down to be more "playable" with others, but Hound doesn't do that and it's definitely worth noting. Terrifyingly in character, dirty and funny. Love the guy. The Mun: Literal angel, every minute spent with them chatting in dms is a blast. The rare kind of person I can sanely discuss hellpark with. Huge GE nerd but I just love that. They also have twelve feet which is definitely a trait of a biblically accurate angel, so that just proves my point. It's helluva fun plotting and discussing characters together, the fight with Mole is likely going to be one of my favorite rp experiences ever and it started over a joke. Love the daily meme or cursed pic of Pip.

Do I:

RP with them: YES and boy am I glad I do Want to RP with them: goes without saying that YES

What is my;

Overall Opinion: no lie 10/10 in every possible way, very fun person to interact and talk with personally, and roleplays are just as fun.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[samariamoon]

A random rp beginner that I have come up with on short notice. So I apologize for the poorly written beginner.

*Deep in the middle of a thick forest somewhere in the south. Unknown to any who cross it. The waning Cresent was high in the coal colored sky, dotted with diamonds. Twinkling brightly, sparkling with mystery. Cool summer winds brushing against the trees and brush. You could smell the dew from the rain of the night before, dripping from the leaves and grass. Fog hovered just above the soft, damp ground as the temperature began to rise from a comfortable warmth to a miserable heat, making the skin wet and sticky. Soft sounds of crickets chipping in the blackness of the forest, becoming quicker in their beats as the heat rose hot. Soft rustling of the brush could be heard with the songs of crickets. A owl sounded as it swivled its head around, cocking it's head to the left. Hesitation. Crickets shushed as the owl sounded once more. Danger. Before flying off to safety.

The human body is a truly amazing machine. It's healing process and what it can withstand is a mystery.

No sounds, the wind had even stopped, shushing the rustling of the leaves and brush. Fear swelled in her throat, knotting it up making it hard to swallow. Her icy blue eyes darted around with fear and worry. The blackness making it hard to see even three feet in front of herself. Her arms wrapped around herself in an almost safety hug. Hair matted with tangles and dirt, her clothes torn and dirty. She had gotten away, barely. Only a few scrapes and bruises on her Soft pale skin. Tears trickled down her face, feeling scared, alone and vulnerable in the crowded yet open forest. Many trees and much brush but no one to help her. No one to save her. No one to find her.*

[ohdarlingxo]

Hello August. I hope you bring amazing things.

[littlemxsssunshine]

Life as a nurse practitioner. Some days are a struggle, some days I wonder to myself why I chose this career path and why I continue to this day in and day out. Some days I wanna cry and just give up when either I loose a patient or am treated terribly by one. But all of that doesn't even compare to how rewarding this job this and how good it can make you feel. We may loose more than we win but the winning far out weights the loss.

[felldowntherabbitholex]

@ohdarlingxo: Woke up extra early to make this for my love. I feel bad that I make him eat healthy all the time. I'm just making sure he lives a long, happy life.

[breemationfun]

Things my rp self does that I DON'T do in real life

(This is referring to the character "bree". I made this to further show that my role-playing isn't rly my personality)

1. Reaching South park levels of Cussing. (I actually don't cuss that much. I mean a few words slip every now and then but it's not like almost every 2 sentences)

2. Being overly nice. ( though I am overly nice at times. I can be a big b*tch if I'm rubbed the wrong way)

3. Sometimes Won't help others due to Laziness. ( I can be lazy but if someone needs my assistance, I'll almost always agree to help unless I believe it's outright dumb.

4. Acting dumb for no reason at all. ( I act dumb irl but ONLY for the laughs when hanging with friends or when im trying to lighten the mood.

5. Over doing jokes. ( though I tell dirty jokes, I tell the jokes when the time is right and I don't make fun of others as much when joking)

6. Easily manipulated ( I often think things through before going through with the motion. I often analyze the situation and environment I'm in).

7. Out going. ( I'm mostly a introvert but at times I know how to talk as if I where extroverted )

[thegleeacademy]

are there any famous people that everyone should know?

I don't know that I'd use the word celebrity, because it's not like the focal point in this au is celebrities or entertainment like it is in the real world. The people that are the most "famous" or well-known are actually of the political variety here. Politics has always been such a driving force and power in general in this au that it has always been sought after and has only now been divided more equally. When I say politics, I mean the ruling government. I use words like dynasty a lot here, and that's because I think of it like the old, old, old, old, old world more than I think of it like the modern world. I don't think there's a singular "president" of the United States in this world, for example. I think there are various CEO types that rule like modern monarchs. It's the politicians that rule the world, and it's the politicians that are known around the world like celebrities in the same way as kings and queens were in the old days. Maybe in 1500, the average man couldn’t tell you what they looked like, but they could definitely tell you every single detail on the family trees of the royalty at the time.

This is a Glee rp, but honestly you don’t need to know the fandom to be here. Some of the headcanons people have set up for their families are based on stuff that happened on the show, but this is such a big au that nothing is really canon except for the personalities of the canon characters. Anyone and everyone is welcome here, and if you don’t want to fit yourself into one of the families we already have here (all of which are listed below), then you can come in with your own OC. I may even be interested in talking over your ideas for bringing canon characters from other fandoms over here. Just know that everyone has to adhere to the rule that all births in this au come in sets of three. So there is no such thing as an only child, if you’re here then you’re going to have siblings. You can look at the masterlist and the info below to see where your OC or canon from another fandom would best fit in with exisiting families or you can start your own. 

The rundown on family dynamics here are:

The Abrams family: The Abrams father is a crooked politician that everyone thinks is doing an incredible job because they don’t know he’s crooked. He’s the powerhouse here, the specific place that TGA is located. This is the state he governs. He married the Eliot mother with kids of his own before having kids with her, making one triplet set half siblings to the other

The Anderson family: The Anderson father is a retired politician and the Anderson mother is royalty. They’re removed from any royal line, but not by far. The Anderson mother has her own fragrance line. 

The Amir family: The Amir parents are movie stars. 

The Chang family: They own sports teams, professional ones.

The Clarington family: They are a military family, the most well-known in the states. They were responsible for most of the military force that kept the old laws in place and fought against the rebellion. Many people did, but they were in charge of the actual military groups for traditionalist.

The Cohen-Chang family: The Cohen-Changs are royalty. They have always been royalty but were more focused on flourishing locally than anything else so with the new laws they are now ruling over South Korea

The Curtis family: They’re a poor family from Tulsa, only known for being “greasers” aka poor and dirty-- their parents are dead, raised by oldest brother

The Duval family: For as long as anyone can remember, the Duval family has had an alliance with the Claringtons. As a family that almost always produces submissive children, they were able to maintain a comfortable lifestyle for the whole family by promising themselves to the Clarington family and therefore becoming people they take care of.

The Flanagan family: The Flanagans are royalty from Ireland, cousins to the Duval family but not part of their commitment to the Claringtons. They rule all of Ireland, both before and after the rebellion. 

The Hayward family: The Haywards are royalty, and they’re well-known for their charity work and efforts to make the world a better place. They’ve maintained their power through the rebellion. James Hayward was exposed during the rebellion; he was hiding at TGA so people wouldn’t use him for his name. 

The Hudson family: An average family but Carole (the mother) is the editor of a popular fashion magazine.

The Huggins family: An average family with no worldly ties.

The Hummel family: Burt’s a local politician, he owns a tire shop, but other than that they’re a pretty normal family; not old money and new to politics

The Karofsky family: An average family with no worldly ties.

The Lefevre family: The Lefevre family is heavy in French politics. Lorelai’s family was old money in the hotel business, her family owns a big hotel chain like The Ritz and The Hilton

The Mathews family: An average family with no worldly ties.

The McCarthy family: The whole McCarthy family is known for their musical and athletic abilities. The McCarthy parents are part of a band, one of their triplet set won gold medals in the Olympics, and the third sibling in the parent’s generation invented a bunch of new things and ended up conducting the New York Symphony. Madison and Mason themselves have won a bunch of different awards in music and sports.

The Puckerman family: An average family with no worldly ties.

The Rose family: An average family with no worldly ties.

The Singh family: A tech mogul family, they have business ties with some known traditionalists but they are vocally liberal. 

The Smythe family: The Smythes are a political power that has been around for a long time. They're one of the biggest powers in France and the US-- or at least they were before the rebellion. Both parents are Dominant and both were incredibly powerful, and both were killed during the rebellion when someone burned Smythe Manor down. 

The Sterling family: They are also known for music, they had a family band when they were younger with all 6 of the children and their parents-- and Vic Sterling went on to start his own band that was touring when the rebellion hit. They are also big names in politics. 

[sebastianshaw]

@sammysdewysensitiveeyes So, you asked me not long ago, how I’d feel about Haven as a mutant on Krakoa. As it happens, I’m on an RP Discord where I write her as such, since they allow characters there to be mutants who aren’t mutants in canon, in order to join the RP, since it’s set on Krakoa. I made her a healer, able to heal herself and others. Super on the nose, but it’s what she would want, and it also fulfills *my* desire for her not to be hurt anymore (I mean, she still can be, she’ll just recover) Anyway, in March I wrote this for her in that setting. Featuring Shaw as usual since he’s one of my other muses there and, well, you know I love writing my faves together and their conversations because self-indulgence. No obligation to read, just I remembered I had written it and was like “Oh that’s like what Sammy asked about”

Shaw’s latest job was to spread the Krakoan medicine throughout the country of India. A considerable task; India was made up of no less than 28 states and 8 union territories, with an immense and diverse population. There were the dilapidated slums and rural villages that Westerners most often imagined, but there were also bustling cosmopolitan cities, centers of business and technology and commerce to rival New York, and it was in the biggest of these that Shaw was starting---

Mumbai.

Accompanying him on the recommendation of Charles Xavier was Radha Dastoor---Haven of the healing gardens, whom he had previously met when she had helped with his back. At first Shaw had thought this was a bit racist of Charles, but it turned out not only was Haven from Mumbai specifically herself, she had wonderful connections for the tasks. Her philanthropy had connected her with doctors, hospitals, shelters, and its hidden communities of those suffering afflictions such as the oft-claimed-eradicated leprosy. But, Shaw could have done most of that himself, aside from the hidden colonies. No, where Haven came in most handy was, shockingly, her knowledge of Mumbai’s criminal underworld. Not because she had ever been involved with it, but because she had done so much work getting people out of it---the women and children she had worked to get out of human trafficking rings, the survival sex workers rescued from abusive pimps, the children enticed away from little “found families” of criminals who used them for their dirty work.  . .the list went on. And of course she hadn’t been able to do all that alone, she had been funding an entire network of people to get this done, to keep the rescued parties safe and help them in getting to a new life, to block off or arrest those who tried to take them back or attack the rescuers themselves (Haven had been a target MANY times, but those had been in the days when she’d been kept safe by The Adversary’s powers. . . ) and thus she had an abundance of detectives and double agents on the inside. And because they were on the inside, they could bring in the medicine. . . and bring out the mutants being sold, enslaved, and Heaven wept at what else. Mutants that, for the moment, were staying with them in The Rajmani. Haven’s wealth was originally inherited, but she’d kept it coming---so that she could keep giving it away---through The Rajmani, a luxury heritage hotel on par with the likes of New York’s Ritz or Plaza. In income, anyway. In beauty, it surpassed them both. Well, perhaps that was subjective, but it was built within a restored Mughal Palace, and Shaw had to admit he was impressed with the great domes and slender minarets, the  massive vaulted gateways and delicate ornamentation, the elegant water gardens and charbagh walkways through the carefully cultivated yet lush tropical greenery. Most of all, though, he liked learning the fact that the woman earned at least a little of her own money in some kind of sense, even if by her own admission she only owned it, not managed it. Shaw looked down on those who only inherited wealth, just as they had often looked down on him for earning his. Haven, though, did not seem to look down on him. She didn’t seem to have the proverbial stones to look down on anybody, and she certainly was around people who actually deserved it. She seemed to love being around that type, in fact, went out of her way to benefit them, centered her entire life around it. Some people, Shaw had found, were just mad like that. He suspected that it had something to do with growing up with money, taking it front granted and thus not comprehending its worse. But at least she didn’t dare think she was better than him, so she was that sensible at least. Although it was the last word he’d describe her with. No, if he were to describe Radha “Haven” Dastoor, he’d probably start with insipid, senseless, and downright delusional. But she was also. .  .not an unengaging conversationalist. The reverse, actually. “The Mughals were constantly trying to invade Mumbai,” Haven explained, while Shaw nodded along. He was interested in architecture, and in martial history. “But as much of India as they had conquered, the native Marathis were just as constantly pushing them back. It was touch and go for decades. It surprises me that a Mughal structure remained without being torn down, though it was taken over.” “The native Marathis, you say---are Mughals not native? Or merely from another part of India?” “Well, that’s a complicated question, and the answer is a controversial one, so I till try to explain it as neutrally as I can,” Haven replied, and she indeed sounded neutral. They were standing together on the jharoka, an elaborately carved balcony with a roof, each with a glass of nimbu pani, though Shaw would have preferred a good Scotch. “The Mughal Empire in South Asia was begun by Babur, who came from Central Asia, specifically what is today Uzbekistan. His tribe was of Mongol origin, and the word Mughal is itself derived from “Mongol”. He actually came to South Asia to escape his fellow Uzbeks---it’s a very long story--but instead of being a refugee, he became a conqueror, starting by burning Lahore for two days and killing the last Sultan of the Lodi dynasty in Delhi, and the Lodi dynasty itself was not Indian, but Afghan. India was colonized by the Middle East long before Europe decided to try its hand. But to answer your question. . .they did not begin as Indian, no, but they were a part of our country for two hundred years and left a deep mark in our culture---clothing, food, language, art, and, of course, the buildings. But, the same could also be said of the British, and you would be hard-pressed to find anyone, including myself, who considers the British Raj to have been “Indian” simply because they were there for a long time and forced their ways upon us. At the same time, my mother is a Parsi, a people who originate from Iran, thousands of years ago---Parsi comes from “Persian”. And how can one tell me my mother, who was born and raised here, whose mother’s mothers and father’s fathers were born and raised here, that she was not Indian? And though Babur came from elsewhere, his sons and successors were born and raised here, and often to Indian mothers, and their descendants dwell here still, with no other homeland, so are they not Indian? Because if they were not, then perhaps I am not either, at least by half. Ultimately. . . it depends which Mughals, at what time period, and whom you ask, I suppose.” “And I suppose there’s also a difference between ethnicity and nationality to be considered,” Shaw said, though Haven was now losing his interest with this topic. He’d been more interest in the invasions and warring. “Ethnically, one can be anything, and still nationally be American if you were born there or otherwise have citizenship. But, I suppose you need not contemplate such matters anymore--” He cracked a wry smile as she, with a questioning look, awaited the rest of his sentence. “---after all, we are all Krakoan now, are we not? We’re all mutants, and that’s the only thing that matters.” Haven smiled back, not wryly but sincerely, “Oh, I am now, yes. But I am also still everything I was before. I have been balancing multiple identities my entire life Mr. Shaw, I believe I shall be able to continue to do so. But I must confess--” A moment of hesitation. “--I do not truly think of myself as a mutant yet.” She was not sure what reaction that she had expected to this confession, but it was not what Shaw said next. “I don’t either, Ms. Dastoor.” She looked at him in surprise. “Or rather,” he elaborated, “I do not consider myself a mutant in any sense other than in the way I consider myself to have black hair. It’s a physical fact, but nothing else. It is not a “culture” or “identity” to me, and in truth I find such attitudes to be foolish and even dangerous, not to mention a sign that an individual lacks their own personality and convictions and thus must merely default to group identity politics. Being a mutant tells you nothing about me, Ms. Dastoor, and so if I were to talk about who I am, that’s not something I’d include any more than my eye color.” “That’s an especially interesting perspective from someone on Krakoa’s Council,” said Haven, sounding very curious, “Could I ask you---” But her voice was cut off by the unmistakable sound of gunshots---and from INSIDE the building. “The children!” Haven exclaimed. It was not just her and Shaw that were lodged at The Rajmani tonight; it was where the mutants they had rescued were staying before the journey to the nearest portal tomorrow. And most were, indeed, children. As quickly as she spoke, she was moving back inside from the jharoka, but Shaw grabbed her by the elbow, easily holding her back despite her not being a small or weak woman despite her gentle demeanor. Haven was large, and could carry a grown man. But Shaw didn’t even need to be rough to halt her. “You stay put,” he said sternly, “The guards will handle this.” “Mr. Shaw---” “They are better equipped than you, Ms. Dastoor, you will only interfere--” Shaw and Haven had, of course, not come alone. Shaw had brought several trained mutants on his own payroll---not everyone needed to be one of the X-Men to be capable of handling a few humans and their toys--and they had been tasked with keeping watch over, as Shaw had earlier referred to them as, the latest flock of Krakoa’s little sheep. A statement Haven had also wondered about, though it was far from her mind now. Haven might have been about to argue with him. She might have been about to admit he was right, and she should hang back. But as with her question, she was cut off by a gunshot as she turned her face back to him and started to speak. A gunshot, and bullet through the back of her head. It exited through her right eye, and bounced off Shaw’s face and fell to the floor. She would have as well, had he not caught her as she crumpled. When her healing factor had repaired her enough that she regained consciousness, she was on Krakoa again, as were all the refugees, safe and sound. And so was Shaw. “Well, Ms. Dastoor,” he said, “You’ve been murdered---or rather, nearly so--by perfect strangers for a quirk of your genetics. Nothing can make you more of a mutant than that, wouldn’t you agree?” Haven smiled slightly, “I feel as much a mutant as perhaps a Mughal might feel Indian, Mr. Shaw. Take that as you will.” He took it ambiguously. Which was indeed how she had meant it. == END==

[whatthe-tuckb]

[chase stokes, cismale, he/him] have you seen TUCKER BUCHANAN lately ? yeah, i heard they're TWENTY-THREE years old and a GOLF INSTRUCTOR now in charleston city. i mean, i don’t know if it’s their VIRGO vibes or that they’re -FLIGHTY and -SPONTANEOUS but also +RESOURCEFUL and +INDEPENDENT but they remind me of COME SAIL AWAY by STYX. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble around here(mads, 23, she/her, est )

HELLO FRIENDS! I’m sorry this took me so long but I applied then had to go away for a few days but now I am finally getting Tucker’s intro up and am ready to start plotting with you all lovley people! Here is a gist about him! He was a bby I had from another rp so some things have been tweaked but please give him some love he’s just a lil sweet bean and if you’d like to plot slide into my dms :) ok love u all 

GENERAL INFORMATION.

Full Name: Tucker Jameson Buchanan Nicknames: Tuck, TB, Tucks, Tuck B Age: twenty-two Date of Birth September 23, 1997 Place of Birth: Nags Head, NC Zodiac: Virgo Gender: Male Nationality: American Religion: Christian Orientation: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.

face claim: Chase Stokes height :6'0 weight :160 LBS hair color: Dirty Blonde/Brown eye color:Green tattoos: none dominant hand: right distinguishing: none outfit/clothing: beach, loose clothing, swimwear/surf wear

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

current residence:  Charleston, NC hometown: Myrtle Beach, SC spoken languages English financial status Lower Middle Class education level: high school diploma occupation: Employee at Country Club (odd jobs such as Lawn Matiance, golf caddy, life-guard, etc.) extracurriculars: Sailing, Surfing, Exploring

FAMILIAL INFORMATION.

mother: (birth)unknown (foster 1) Cindy Lorenz (foster 2) Eleanor Hammond father: (birth) unknown (foster 1) Michael Lorenz (foster 2) Justin Hammond siblings: unknown children N/A

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: agreeable, personable, respectable, humble, resourceful

negative traits: unplanned, impulsive, obsessive compulsive

likes: any body of water, sailing, fishing, boating, surfing, eating gushers, making people laugh, trying new things

dislikes: how his mother and father left him, sticks in the mud, following rules, people with money, celery, and the smell of rasberries

EXTRAS.

TV Show: Nathan For You Movie: Project X Book: None Color: Blue Flower: Daisy Scent: Fresh Cotton Food: BBQ Pulled Pork Alcoholic Beverage: Miller Lite Beer Music Artist(s)/Band(s): Sublime, Tame Impala, Styx, The Car Song: Come Sail Away- Styx Car: White, 1974 Ford Bronco

HEADCANNON

Tucker has been in and out of Foster Care his entire life. Only knowing two good families who kept him for short periods of time.

He was always one to explore, adventure, and likes all sorts of outdoor and water activities.

Being raised down south he has that sort of southern hospitality people care about especially with those he cares about.

When he turned 18 he became emancipated and took to trying to find his mother along the eastern coast. All he ever had of her was an old photograph, and her name. Melanie.

He’s a tumble weed blowing in the wind, never in one place too long. Working whatever odd jobs he can to help pay for things along his way.

Tucker enjoys the simple things, being he didn’t come from nor has a lot.

He finds it easy to move because he never really had a home and never really had a family.

Charleston has been the place he’s been the longest since leaving Myrtle Beach,SC. He met some good people here who made his desire to flea not as prominent.

He doesn’t know where he sees himself, his main goal now is just to one day reunite with his birth mom and ask her why she didn’t want him. Possibly form a connection now.

He’s a real down to earth guy, and would do anything for those he loves. Makes you wanna live your life to the fullest and take chances.

HIS WC ARE HERE

some most wanted are..

-possible roommate

-ride or die bestie 

-golden trio type friendship

-ex’s

-hookups/tinder date?

-romantic interest?

[real-south-park-confessions]

You know you are in a South Park RP server, when every character is a homosexual.

When Stan is a raging depressed alcoholic who can't function without Kyle and always follows him around like a lost puppy.

When Kenny skips school to do the dirty dance.

[soundofseventeen]

Cupid’s Chokehold (Kwon Soonyoung)

Hi, I’m excited for this one!!!! I haven’t written anything this good for Hoshi since 7 Things, so here we are!!! I hope y’all like it!!!!!

Inspo: Cupid’s Chokehold

Word count: 6910

Relationship fourteen: met at an amusement park where he hit on the person operating a ride; ended over Soonyoung being 10 minutes late to a date. Time together: Three days short of a four month relationship.

*

Relationship fifteen: met at one of the shopping malls when he was ordering a juice at the food court; ended over Soonyoung racing to keep you company when your date stood you up at a coffee shop. Time together: 24 days.

*

Relationship sixteen:

“Guys, guys, guys, meet my girlfriend!”

In the split second that you looked up from the Superstar Pledis game, you lost your momentum, missed one of the notes, and lost any hope that you could beat the high score challenge, so you just hoped that Soonyoung’s latest fling would be worth losing this. Okay you were exaggerating a little but in your defense you needed all the RP points to help upgrade one of your better cards. You let yourself fail the game and looked up again with a smile on your face. 

“Hi!” Mingyu said brightly, beating you to the punchline and pushing your legs off his lap to stand up and introduce himself better. He took one of her hands in both of his and shook it eagerly. “Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” 

You noted that while a little awkward, she didn’t look terrible. (Not that you were judging, but a lot of Soonyoung’s….past loves weren’t always the nicest.You’re looking at relationships three, six and seven here.) 

“You must be Y/N. Soonie talks about you all the time.” 

Soonie.

It took all your self control to not wrinkle your nose in disdain. Literally, every one of his exes called him that, so naturally you hated it. Okay not hated, but it made you wonder if the nickname held some kind of curse because not one relationship succeeded.

“The one and only.” You did however, squint your eyes at her, not recognizing her. “I’m sorry I don’t think we met.”

“I’m Aiko. I work at the vet where Soonie occasionally brings his dog in.”

Ah, no wonder he’s been bugging Seungcheol about his newest love and taking Kkooma out. You opted to stay quiet and not bust your best friend. Yet. He would eventually bust himself. But you had to admit that you were impressed with how often he changed parts of his persona...at least when you didn’t have to scold him how it wasn’t necessary and that the right person would adore him the way he was. 

But, you still had to give her the credit where it was due. “Awww. Which is your favorite pet that’s been by?”

“Definitely the bunnies. We have some clients that own a rabbit farm so we see them a lot.”

“I love bunnies!” Your lips formed a pout, almost crying at the state of fluffy tails and funky teeth biting into the vegetables clouded your thoughts. You snuck a peek at Soonyoung who had hesitantly pulled a thumbs up sign and you gave him the smallest of nods which was the biggest sign for Soonyoung to start smiling widely and that little crack in your heart to split open again.

They didn’t stay much longer; Soonyoung literally just ran to his room to change clothes and grab his charger so no one really had the chance to talk to Aika other than the basics to avoid the awkward silence.

*

You had long ago stopped crying over Soonyoung seeing past you and going for another person but that didn’t mean the pain lessened. (thank you relationship number four.) You were always “my bestest friend in the entire world” or “my platonic soulmate who knows me better than anyone”, never more and you hated it. You just wanted to one day be someone he saw in a different light or at least find one who was like you. Maybe that would hurt less. 

But maybe you were just happy that you didn’t lose sleep over him like you used to or wept into the armrest of your couch watching reruns of the shows you binged watched together.There was some normalcy back in your life but the pain still somehow managed to hit you as hard as it did the first time Soonyoung brought someone around you. 

“No, you dumbass! She’s right there!” You angrily flicked your hand at your phone screen in front of you. Okay, maybe you figured that if you experienced this in real life (as you had many, many times) you realized that even if the person Hoshi ended up with someone who was exactly like you, it’d be a blow to your heart and you weren’t sure how you’d react to that.

“No, don’t go with her...don’t you dare take another….okay, fine ignore me. But don’t come crying to me when you fuck it up.” You really needed to stop watching these movies. Yes, you always knew how it ended, but that didn’t mean your anger wasn’t real. And you just kinda highkey wished it’d happen to you.

“Please stop yelling at your phone and get out of this car before I forcibly take it from you,” Soonyoung threatened.

“You were the one who wanted to come with me to wash my clothes so you’re doing everything at my pace and I swear if you break-”

“Slow down baby...you’re goin’ too fast baby!”

You smacked him. “Listen, if you don’t want all of South Korea to know you’re here, keep your voice down.” 

He clicked a finger gun in your direction and slid out the driver’s side. “Gotcha. But seriously speaking, are you sure that you don’t mind that I invited Aika to hang out with us later?”

“I mean, I have to get to know her eventually, right?” You smiled a little at him. It had been a couple days since the initial introduction but you didn’t know anything else besides the obvious, and her lack of social media posts didn’t help. (You may have stalked her a little.) You finally unbuckled your seatbelt and slid your phone back into your pocket to bring two carts for your dirty laundry.

If it had been up to you, you would’ve come to the laundromat by yourself just have some time for yourself. Being around Seventeen nearly 24/7 took a lot of energy from you, but not in a bad way; you just liked having peace and quiet sometimes. But Soonyoung took it upon himself to use one of his only days off to accompany you and spend the morning with you. He even went as far as bringing breakfast to wake you up. 

He helped you with the detergent and softeners and other essentials because you would’ve been mortified at the thought of him taking your dirty clothes. You werent sure why but you didnt like the thought of him touching anything. He whistled some Shinee song as he walked inside, already knowing which spot you liked. But before you could actually start loading the washing machines, you needed to reload your card because this particular laundromat didn’t use coins anymore. 

You could feel your phone calling out to you to resume your watching and you were tempted to but you needed to do all this first. You took your money out the wallet and topped up the balance and once the washing machines were ready to go, you sat down at one of the tables, your finger itching to hit the play button and proceeded to ignore the rest of the world. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you were vaguely aware of Soonyoung disappearing for a moment and returning with the bag of breakfast, sliding a disposable tray to you and setting down a carton of juice. Then he quietly brought out a notebook and doodled on it. Your favorite thing about Soonyoung? He knew when you didn’t wanna be bothered, so he often found ways to entertain himself. Sometimes he watched his own thing; sometimes he read one of Wonwoo’s recommendations; and sometimes he worked on choreo. When it got too silent for his liking, he FaceTimed Chan so he could see exactly what he was working with and any adjustments that could be made. 

“Tell the future of kpop I said hey,” you said absently, taking one of the pre-sliced waffles and biting into it. The plot in front of you had progressed drastically, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to stop watching or keep it going because every move and every word hurt your heart. 

“You tell him! Okay Dino, it looks good, but now try the spin counter clockwise. I wanna see how that looks.”

You stopped watching long enough to put it away and focus on Soonyoung as he went into choreographer mode. Though he was sitting, you watched the way his hands moved and if you stood up, you knew’d be seeing them trying to mirror each other’s actions.

“Hyung, what if we did this-” you could hear Chan’s heavy breathing with the way some nonexistent tempo increased and the way his sneakers squeaked on the floor. “-instead of..” More squeaking and you were pretty sure he had thrown himself on the floor. “This? And if we circle around I’m thinking maybe Mingyu hyung, it could work.”

Soonyoung clapped, bobbing...or probably counting in his head, most likely picturing whatever he saw Dino doing, and smiled brightly. “I like it! If we can saturate the movement a little more-” more hand movements and a couple of foot stomps, “- I think we can get him to pull it off.” He stood up, made sure he wasn’t disturbing anyone else and mimicked the younger boy’s action.

You nodded along, breaking out into your own smile at watching him. Your heart ached for him, but you knew you had to content yourself with how you were. You couldn’t risk losing him.

*

“I’m telling you Y/N, I think she could be the one,” Soonyoung sighed dreamily. 

“So you’re telling me that because this woman makes you pancakes any time you visit her in the morning, she’s made for you?” you stared off into space, making a confused face as to how in the world that could add up. “You don’t even like breakfast foods.”

“But when she makes them...oh my god. I even told my mom about her.”

You didn’t have it in you to tell him that not only did his mom video call you and shake her head at the proclamation, but she also expressed her worry about him jumping into a new relationship every time he came home with a broken heart and how one day, he wouldn’t be able to go back to himself. You understood her; since Seventeen’s debut, he had been in 15 different relationships, more than all the boys put together, none of which lasted longer than eight months. (Needless to say, you kept track.)

“You believe me, right?”

“Eat your ice cream Soonie.”

“You know it doesn’t even sound cute when you say it.” He wrinkled his nose at you. “Just for that, you’re paying for our dessert.” He pulled out his wallet and slid it out to you. “Go.”

You pulled out his credit card, frowning a little.

“What?”

“Nothing...it’s just don’t you keep a picture of Aiko in here?”

“Nah, I’m new school.”

“Didn’t you steal one of the boys’ phones the other day to complain to the phone company that yours stopped working?”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault that I forgot that it was still updating. Shut up.”

You threw your head back and laughed before going to pay the nice lady for some of the best homemade treats you ever tasted. You patted Soonyoung’s head fondly, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around his neck and just hugging him for being so funny. Good thing too, because when the little bell dinged announcing a new arrival, the Japanese beauty came in and Soonyoung was up so fast, he nearly dropped the chair. He spoke animatedly, doing some kind of handshake you knew was only for them and then pointed to you, which you waved politely and pushed her your way.

“Always hyperactive, isn’t he?” she laughed when she joined you. “I told him I just had lunch but he swears the muffins are the best here. What do you think?”

“They’re good if you have a sweet tooth, but I personally like the cookies.”

“I’ll have whatever you like then,” Aiko smiled at you. “I’m sorry if I’m awkward by the way. I’m nervous.”

“About? Hi, I’ll take some of those too, and then we’ll be ready to pay.”

“Soonie talks about you like you put the stars in the sky so I’m a little scared to say the wrong thing.” Not the first time you heard that, but you heard it with relationship number 10 (you think.)

“Honestly, just treat him right, and we’ll be okay.” She didn’t have to know how unlucky Soonyoung was...the cheaters, the manipulators, the insecure ones who swore you were stealing him away, the ones who wanted him for his fame and/or fortune and even a couple who only used him to get to you. Every single one ended up with him at your house in the middle of the night and the cheap takeout place that delivered at any hour seemed to be his only cure. Most of the time he didn’t go home and called the leader to say he wouldn’t be going to work the next day. Some days, he used the time to go to the beach or out of town, but sometimes he liked staying in and watching movies...both of which included you.

“Okay.” She received the bag of sweets from the old lady and skipped back to her boyfriend who placed his hand on her hair and kissed it and then gave you two thumbs up. That was your cue to leave, despite him insisting you stay but you really needed to put your laundry away before you decided to leave it by your entrance until it was time to wash again. (Or so you reasoned with yourself to not interrupt them.) Aiko seemed to be the best one for Soonyoung so far, and while it still killed you to see him with someone else, at least she was nice about things. You slipped out, noticed only by your best friend who looked betrayed at you leaving but you texted him your excuse. 

It did, however, surprise you when you opened your front door and you cried all over again, the bitter tears stinging for feeling like a bad person for not wanting it to go as well as it was.

*

“Special delivery!” you cried out to the boys at Pledis in their practice room a month later. “I’ve got some things for my favorite boys.” Comeback season always proved to be more strenuous than the last and you hated how little you saw of them. In their earlier days, you would’ve seen at least one of them roaming Seoul, but alas.

“You’re a lifesaver!” Hansol took one of the plastic bags from you and dug through it, frowning when that one didn’t hold what he was looking for.

“I never said these were for you. I was talking about Nu’est.” (Dongho had taken your treats to his group mates though, but they didn’t need to know that.) However, you handed him the correct bag and he pulled out a small bag of M&Ms, yelling triumphantly and they took turns searching for their requested items.

“Where’s Tiger Brain?” you asked, looking around. He had originally asked you to bring him another pair of sweats because he had ripped them. Again. They currently hung over your arm while you picked the lint off of them.

“Recording studio.” Jihoon opened his can of Coke and somehow managed to drink the whole thing in a single chug. Impressive if not concerning.

“Why?” You counted 12 heads, three different times. No one else was missing. 

“Aiko’s here and she looks pissed.” Junhui then stuffed his face with the lunch you brought for him, in case he had said too much.

“I haven’t done anything!” Your reflexive defense whenever things had gotten rocky for the lovebird in paradise. Always true, but no one ever seemed to believe you until they had seen that you did indeed mind your business. This time was no different.

“We never said you did. Chill.”

“Do I need to go in and clarify something?”

“That might make it worse.” Minghao looked around to see if anyone would hear them. “When she asked for him, it was because she wanted to talk to him about his dog...or rather Cheol’s dog.”

So she found out. “It isn’t something to be mad over.” You had known people who did that, but no one ever had to stop working in the middle of the day over it. 

“When i went to ask him for the notebook with the new dance, she was telling him about the phone call he had with you.”

“Which one?” Now you could feel the annoyance tingling at your fingertips. You always called him and he you, none of which were ever important. The most recent one being him calling you at 2:33 last night (er this morning) when he asked if he should dye his hair red or green or maybe yellow….to which you yelled at him for waking you up. But how did she know about that one? For one moment you wondered if she found a way to bug your phone...it happened in relationship number five. Creepy and unsettling and the paranoia still hadn’t left you.

“I guess she saw you the other day shopping for groceries-”

“You know, sometimes my stomach likes to remind me that I need to be fed. Just a crazy thought.”

Minghao pointed at you dramatically. “This is my story time, peasant.” He waited for you to close your mouth again. “Now, I don’t know what the gist was but apparently you saw her and said something about going to the beach with him.”

Classic word twisting...relationships one through now apparently. “Yeah, we were thinking that after this comeback that we wanted to take everyone out because, you know, you all work hard and don’t take any breaks.” Originally, it had been just for you two, then Seungcheol and Jihoon had cut into the conversation, wanting Soonyoung’s opinion for something they wrote, and from there, Soonyoung said something about a leader line getaway with you, and then Wonwoo’s voice sounded and before you knew it, bam...beach day with OT13. You had a run in with her around that time and you talked about it, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. But you had felt sick now about it, so you smiled and handed the sweats over to one of the boys and decided to go home before you got caught here. On your way out, you picked up a few wrappers that they managed to throw on the floor and went to throw them away when you saw a stack of burned pancakes inside.

“Aiko brings him breakfast some mornings but when she’s in a bad mood, she burns them,” Joshua said quietly dumping his own trash in there. “It’s been happening a lot.”

You said nothing. The one thing about Soonyoung’s relationships you didn’t keep track of? How many of them felt threatened by you near the end. You had lost count.

*

The time on your phone displayed 12:46 am when someone knocked on your door and Soonyoung’s I’m outside text followed shortly after. You sighed a deep sigh, one that came from your tired soul because you knew this was coming and you could feel the beginning of end. The end being your patience hollowing before you expressed how tired you were of his stupidity and possibly ruined your friendship. 

“Let’s go out tomorrow,” he said as his greeting. “I feel like we haven’t done anything together lately.”

“Comeback season, remember?” You wanted to shake your head at him, noticing the way he was wired up and in the way you wanted see him

“But that’s not really an excuse to ditch you. My treat.” He smiled at you hopefully, pleading for you to say yes so you nodded. 

You picked up your phone, ready to place an order on the familiar app. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! I thought you’d never ask!”

In the middle of his kimchi soup dinner, he spilled everything, not even looking at you as he told you everything you missed. You didn’t bring up being at Pledis or seeing the spoiled food, and you could tell he was grateful.

“Hey Y/N?”

“What?”

“Is there something wrong with me?”

You wanted to joke about the infinite number of things just to make him smile, but in his vulnerable state, you couldn’t, just because you knew how he’d take it to heart. (You’ve learned from that mistake.) You just shook your head. “You’re human.” He nodded slowly, trying to enjoy his dinner, but slurping but slurping the noodles so slowly. You sighed. 

Relationship ended over: Jealousy and insecurity. Time together: two months, two weeks.

*

Relationship seventeen: Soonyoung accompanied Jeonghan to get a car fixed and flirted with the secretary; ended over the secretary accusing Jeonghan of trying to scam the company when you somehow got involved saying you had saved some receipts; time together: 43 days.

*

Relationship eighteen: attempted to rekindle something with your neighbor across the street; ended over the neighbor being engaged; time together: 0 days

*

Relationship nineteen: befriended a tourist and offered himself to show off the sites and best places to visit. (No mention of you, but details); ended when the tourist had to go back home but the pair promised to remain friends; time together 20 days

*

Relationship twenty:

“You’re in my seat.”

You looked up at the stranger confused, the fluorescents of Pledis lights blinding you momentarily. “I’m sorry, I always sit here. I’m waiting for my friends to get here-” You blinked, trying to adjust to the lighting.

“Bongcha, you’re here!” Though the voice was very familiar, you were very confused when Soonyoung dashed by you and ran to the stranger….Bongcha, you assumed her name was, and hugged her. “It’s so good to see you!” he turned to you. “Hey you! I wasn’t expecting to see you today!” He made this grand hand gesture to the person he was talking to, not even wondering why you were here this early. “This is Bongcha! She’s my girlfriend. Bongcha, this is the spectacular, marvelous, beautiful, wonderful, talented, amazing-”

“Are you gonna get to the point soon or are you just gonna waste your breath?” Mini tour season, you guessed? He was only ever this hyped up whenever someone told him they were going to sing their hearts out.

“Y/N,” he finished. “My best friend in the whole entire world that I adore to bits even when I’m treated like this.”

Bongcha nodded at you once she looked you over, but didn’t say much else. “I was waiting to see if you’re done with rehearsals so we can go have dinner.”

Okay, she wasn’t gonna acknowledge your presence, which you were fine with. You weren’t here to see her, or even Soonyoung, really. But dinner already? It was still somewhere between the breakfast/lunch area. Whatever though. “Do you know if Seokmin is done with whatever you’re doing?” you asked him instead.

His mouth formed an ‘o’. “You’re finally gonna take my advice and one of my friends? I like it.”

“Gross, no. He wanted to know if he could tag along with me to the eye doctor and I said I’d meet him here.”

“But you didn’t ask me?” He looked hurt, despite the fact his girlfriend was there, clinging to his arm, ready to pull away when she heard enough.

“Our appointments are literally back to back. You’re not missing much. I’ll see you later though?”

“Okay, yeah...ye-whoa. I’ll see you later then. You’re really strong Bongcha.”

As it turned out...you needed a stronger pair of glasses, but so did Seokmin so it wasn’t a complete loss. He treated you (after looking offended at the thought of you paying your meal) to a McDonald’s lunch, raving about the time he and Wonwoo accidentally broke one of the soda machines during their predebut days and then dove into a different topic how they were hitting the road again soon just to blow off some steam and he was excited but he was gonna miss you, because he always felt like he saw you the least, so you offered to go shopping for some friendship bracelets so he wouldn’t be alone and the big baby really broke out into his big grin at the thought and ushered you out the door before you request dessert. If only your heart could want Seokmin the way it wanted Soonyoung.

Bongcha, huh?

*

Seventeen being gone meant that you could catch up (and even get ahead in some cases) on everything you neglected during your free time. Sometimes you wondered how you still had a job because of how easily you dropped it for them, but some mysteries didn’t need to be solved. 

You stocked up on groceries and snacks, and even bought yourself new bedsheets to change the theme in your room, nearly deciding to redecorate the entire place with a sudden burst of inspiration. You nulled the idea when you realized just how much effort it’d actually take, but you did compromise on silverware….and maybe even plates but nothing too crazy. 

You managed to spy Bongcha at the post office once, but she deliberately looked away before you could wave, and normally you’d be hurt about it, but there was no way that whatever she had with Soonyoung could last. You could attest to all the rude ones but it wasn’t worth telling Soonyoung about it. It’s not that he wouldn’t believe you, but he’d confront her, and then take you both somewhere to “work out your differences” and he wouldn’t leave you alone until you swore you were friends now. No thank you.

Most of the time when he called you, he let you in on the details of the small tour like who messed up the lyrics (he was looking at Seungcheol here), or how Seungkwan deciding to play marco polo in the pool and accidentally scared one of the kids when Jun pulled his leg underwater. You loved their antics and sometimes you wished you could take them up on the offer and go on tour with them at least once, but you needed your space from them. And before you knew it, they were finally done and they’d be back.

“Y/N, it could be her. I can feel it.”

Even in your sleepy haze, you could hear the ridiculousness at how he sounded. You paused the FaceTime call, clock letting you know it was 3:17 am and Seventeen was just getting home from the home country tour but he wanted to stop by her house first to surprise her. He had been giving you shit about always going to the first and last concerts but never more unless you had the money for it, but nonetheless letting you know the basics that happened, but now he was letting you know that he was serious about Bongcha. “Oh god.”

“I mean it. Like I talked to my dad about her and I wanna take her to home so she can meet them once we can go on vacation. You should hear the way she says my name.”

“Oh Soonie, you’re so cute. Oh Soonie, you’re the best. Oh Soonie…” you actually had to stop yourself from gagging. That nickname would be the death of you. 

“You know, it’s still not cute when you say it. I don’t know why, but I don’t like it. So just for that, you’re buying me lunch when I-” The phone clattered to the floor and you woke up finally at being dropped.

“Hosh?” Nothing. “Soonyoung?” And then you saw a brief flash of light, and then you could see the denim and you lost vision so you could assume Soonyoung threw you in his pants….or shorts….whatever. 

“What is this?!” You could finally hear him. “Who the fuck is this?!”

Oh shit….that was gonna be awkward. “Soonyoung?” Not like he could hear you but still worth a shot. “Hey, are you okay?” A deeper, unfamiliar voice spoke up, probably answering his question but still sounding muffled. You pressed the speaker as close to your ear as possible, straining to hear anything. “Soonyoung, don’t do anything stupid.” You could hear his deep breaths.

“I...you...and this...you’re joking right? This...it hasn’t been happening right?”  The way he struggled to keep his composure broke you and you just wished you could find the humor in how he spoke, so bright and so happy, the denial. “It has? Okay, well...have a nice life. Just delete my number. And you...I could so kick your ass right now. No, don’t get up.” 

“SOONYOUNG!” you yelled when you heard something break and a door slam. 

“Change of plans Y/N, I’m coming over.” He offered no other explanation and hung up on you.

*

“Is there something wrong with me?” The question you always hated to answer and with every heartbreak just made you wanna lock in his house somewhere and not leave until he didn’t have a rebound. He’s had cheating girlfriends before, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes, and it was different in a sense. 

Nonetheless, you were honest. “It wasn’t your fault, you know. Some people can’t stay committed.” You wanted to reach over and take his hand in yours, seep out all his pain and carry it with you, but you stayed put. He stared at his bowl of soup, not even bothering to eat it. Your own food remained untouched too, no doubt more cold than warm already. 

Soonyoung finally put his face in his hands. “What’s wrong with me Y/N? Why can’t I ever find someone who stays?”

“Do you ever think that maybe you jump into a relationship too fast without even thinking?” 

“No...I always make sure I’m over someone.”

“Twenty relationships since debut isn’t normal Soonyoung.” He raised his head to look at you, tears ready to spill out in case you said something to push him over the edge, but didn’t say anything, listening, waiting. “I think that maybe after your breakup, you come to me and then you’re here with me, and then a couple days later, it’s like you bounce back and repeat the cycle.”

“Where the hell did you get 20?” he asked, but didn’t let you explain yourself. “Where did I meet 20 people that have somehow made me their boyfriend?” 

“It’s just that...every time someone new comes into your life….you just go so into...and I don’t know...you swear they’ve become some part of your life and you look so happy….I don’t know. Twenty.”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you really think that I’m like that?”

“Soonyoung, it’s almost four in the morning; you literally came to me because your ex-girlfriend is cheating on you. You have done this every single time in the past. You just called Cheol to let him know you’re not going in tomorrow because you’re staying here. I’m sorry, but did you even ask?” you realized he never did; he just assumed you’d let him every time and you have. “Later this week, you’re gonna on your own doing who knows what because it’s all too much for you and you’re gonna meet someone. You’re gonna get to them, tell me about it and then it goes wrong.”

“It’s not 20. Hell, it’s not even 10. Am I that desperate to fill a void in my heart? But even if it was, why the hell are you counting who comes into my life?”

“Because I care! I hate seeing you like this. I can’t stand you-” 

“Okay, I’m gone.” He stood up abruptly. “I won’t come back next time.” He pulled out his wallet, took out a few bills and tossed them on the couch. “Here. I’m so sorry I ruined dinner, but I hope this makes up for it.”

“Where are you going? Take your money; I don’t want it.”

“I’m going to my dorm because apparently no one cares how I feel when I’m there. Good night.”

Relationship twenty (not twenty?): ended over a cheater; time together: three months; additional comments: thank you Bongcha for this fight. You just lost your best friend.

*

Much like Soonyoung’s relationships, you counted the days since Soonyoung stopped speaking to you. It’s been 87 days. Your texts and calls went unanswered and the boys pretty much made excuses about Soonyoung not being able to come to the phone when you called them. It didn’t matter; it was fine. You loved being ignored anyways. You didn’t need him; that's why you had your kdramas to get you through the heartache. At least things could work out in a fictional universe. 

Still you cursed yourself for ending up at Pledis and signing in at the front because apparently your pride wasn’t gonna let you have this. You waved to Hyerin who was discussing a possible collab with Beomju, but neither saw you, so  you went on your way to find anyone of the 13 boys who could help you. Your first stop was the recording section with Jihoon playing producer and Jeonghan behind the mic. Joshua was in the corner showing Seokmin how to play the song he liked and Seungkwan occasionally sang the lyrics to “I HATE YOU”  but everyone stopped everything when you opened the door. Although sudden, none of them seemed surprised to see you, but annoyed at being interrupted. 

“Where’s Soonyoung? I need to talk to him. Please don’t tell me he isn’t here.” Your voice sounded tired, and if you heard any type of rejection, you were sure to cry.

“Practice room,” Jihoon said at last, lips pursed, ready to tell you more but thought against it. “It’s a unit day practice so he’s probably showing them a new routine.” He turned his attention back to Jeonghan. “Sorry Hyung. Take it from the top please.”

Seokmin flashed you a quick thumbs up before handing the guitar to Joshua and you just hoped he’d be there. You ran into Vernon on your way over, showing you some parts of the latest rap, and you just accepted the bad omen. Because really, what could be worse than him saying “goodbye”? At least he treated you as if it wasn’t the last time he was gonna see you, but you weren’t sure if that was a good thing and then he disappeared into the room with the vocal unit practiced.

You took a deep breath when you arrived, preparing for the worst, and you knocked gently. You waited a few seconds then you opened the door and were immediately greeted with loud music. Chan and Minghao were stretching on the floor, laughing at some joke and Junhui wiped the sweat from his face. They weren’t surprised to see you either, but now you wanted to know who spilled that you were here because it hadn’t even been five minutes, according to your phone, but man it felt longer than that. The three wordlessly pointed to the furthest corner where Soonyoung chugged a bottle of water in record time.

“Hyung?” Chan called out and he reflexively turned around. “You have a visitor.”

He nodded and the boys dispersed pretty quickly, leaving only the awkward silence, tension and more distance between you than you would’ve liked. You took his sweet time coming to you, making you more nervous by the second. He normally ran up to you as if you had been gone for years and he couldn’t wait to be at arm’s length. You just wanted him to return to normal, or even just run you out of his life already. You couldn’t handle this anymore. By the time he reached you, you wanted him to stay faraway from you. Your hands clammed up and the fight or flight response kicked.

“It hasn’t been 20 relationships,” he said quietly. “It hasn’t even been half, probably half of those at most.” he kicked at the floor. “God why would you even think that? Why couldn’t you ever think I missed you after a long day?”

“You were never at my door unless you wanted to forget someone.”

“Do you think it‘s easy to forget you? Did you ever think that there wasn’t anyone else I wanted to be with, relationship or not? Finding you in everyone was exhausting. Okay, maybe a few of them did get past the whole, ‘maybe-I-can-get-over-Y/N’ phase, but, it’s hard.”

“No, don’t do that.” you shook your head, not quite believing what you were hearing.

“You’re my best friend Y/N. I hate everything we’ve come to because I can’t think straight. Okay yeah, maybe every time something finishes, I think that maybe I can tell you, but then you’re here next to me, and I don’t wanna fuck it up. Did you know I had a dream one time where you had fallen in love with me but i didn’t notice because I was flirting with someone named Minseo and when you finally told me, i was already with her, but you told me in a letter and I told you to get out of my life?”

“Soonyoung, who would be stupid enough to do that? Of all things someone can do.” And then you smacked him. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Do you know much we could’ve avoided. I’ve kept track of all of them...everyone that hurt you, everyone you hurt, mutual fallouts, it’s all there. Why did you wait until all this happened?” You could feel yourself falling to the floor in relief.

“What do you mean why did I wait this long? I want to stay in your life even if you don’t feel that way about me.” He joined you on the floor. “I’m sorry for walking away the other night. But please tell me about shit like this because I can tell you how many girlfriends I’ve had. But that was my bad too…” he rambled off.

“I’m sorry for accusing you,” you stared at his shoes, your shoes. He wanted his shoe to nudge yours; you could see it; you wanted him to do it too. “You’re not exactly easy to forget either. I guess I forget that you’re a big part of my life and not having you around,” you took a deep breath, “it hurts. But I want you to be happy with your life choices and who you end up with, even if it isn’t with me.”

Soonyoung nodded, not really quite sure what to do with the information. He stayed quiet though, sliding closer to you until your shoulders were touching and he finally bumped his shoe with yours. He stared at his reflection, then yours, focusing on the way you stared at your feet bumping into each other. “Hey Y/N?” 

You looked up at him shyly, and you could swear you heard his heartbeat picking up. “Yeah?” He caressed your cheek gingerly and tilted your chin up to meet his maze and pressed a soft kiss to your lips

*

“Are you still there?”

You waited a few seconds before you answered, a smile making its way across your face. “Yeah.”

 “Okay, good. What are you doing right now?”

“Eww, I think I liked it better when you guys weren’t dating.” Wonwoo. “At least you spared us these conversations.”

“Nothing since the last time you asked. I’m in the living room right now. Are you coming over today?”

“If you want me to. How’s Tigger?” You could hear him say something to Wonwoo and the other person there, most likely asking him about some color schemes.

“Down for his nap. I guess the shot tired him out, but I can at least get more things done.” 

“Yeah, we adopted a cat and we named him Tigger; we got him earlier this week and we just took him to the vet this morning. Yeah, we’re painting the bathroom tomorrow. How much is the total?”

“Damn, move in already. You guys are gross. Wait, is that...Y/N guess what?!”

“What?” You jumped at being acknowledged suddenly. “I don’t need to go take him my credit card, do I?”

“No.”

The warm fuzzy feeling crept up into your insides. Somehow it had all come together after his years of heartache. His parents had been thrilled when they found out when you got together, and it seemed that the boys breathed collective sighs of relief at seeing you two, but nothing compared to what Wonwoo said next.

“He has a picture of you in his wallet and he carries it with him everywhere.”

[quartzscn]

Two south park kids I wanna rp. Rebecca. I don’t think she had that many appearances. Maybe it was just that one episode. But also heidi. She deserves better. Also I think the other girls did her dirty. She needed more support. 

[heyitsmejona]

I am exited for Cantha and just got the new Skimmer mastery but don’t know what to do with it or myself - A GUIDE!

Hello fellow GW2-players! This is a guide for cool places you can explore with your Skimmer!

Requirements: 

You theoretically only need the Skimmer but to get the full experience you may also need the Springer (bunny) or any other mount you feel is appropriate. You can follow this guide alone but it may be more fun to do this in a group, as it is most likely you encounter a few difficult situations! If you want to make some money with it you need to bring a few gathering tools like sickle & pickaxe.

You can also only do most of the stuff if you have PoF and LW Season 3 & 4!! However, this guide has 15 steps in total and if you want to save money, the first 5 steps can be done without using waypoints. Don’t worry if you don’t have the map on your character yet, you can use tp to friend if a player of your party is on the map! Furthermore, I did not calculate the time needed to complete the guide but I would estimate it might take ~ 2 h if you’re fast and 3+ h if you are in a group and/or you want to complete everything!

Oh, and to all the roleplayers out there, this includes a few awesome places for some rp-sessions. 

DISCLAIMER: I am not accountable for any danger you get into or deaths that will happen to you!! Also this is a super super long post with visuals so I’ll hide the rest under the break!

If you’re ready: mount-up and let’s get into it!

Overview:

map

1. Bitterfrost Frontier:

Start from the Sorrow’s Eclipse WP and dive down! You’ll find a quaggan city and some corals! You can also loot all the chests gathered on the ice lake and maybe farm a bit of Winterberries if you feel like it. If you are finished you can leave through a portal to Frostgorge Sound and travel to the Earthshake WP and move on to the next step! 

2. Fireheart Rise:

On this map are two cool places! The first one is in Highland Thaw (upper left corner of the map), to reach it you have to start at the Rustbowl WP (Portal from Frostgorge Sound) and move up/north. You’ll find a lake with some underwater ruins and if you’re lucky a rich platinum vein. But be aware, there is sometimes a group event to kill an ice worm, at least 3-4 players are required to finish it.

The second place is further down on the map, you can travel to the Severed Breach WP and swim in dirty water and travel up/ north again until you reach a cool spot where some lava rivers hit the water. Looks really beautiful. Also, if you’re feeling extra fancy, there is one jumping puzzle and a hidden mini dungeon near the lake you can complete.

To reach the next destination leave the map over the Sati WP to the Iron Marches and travel south to the Dew Claw WP and leave the map.

3. Plains of Ashford:

Start from the Ascalon City WP and go east to Foefire’s Heart (poi) and if you glide down with your skimmer you’ll reach a blue cave with a cool hidden spot for some roleplaying!

To reach the next step, travel to Lion's Arch with the portal in the Black Citadel and go through a portal there to the Southsun Cove.

4. Southsun Cove:

Start from the Pearl Islet WP and go down/south to the beach where you can roleplay a bit and then move west to Sawtooth Bay where you will find some cool sunken ships and lots of sharks. Sometimes there even is a group event to kill a shark! Also a cool fun fact, you can enter the Privateer's Moorage and go down to the  cargo bay/the heart of the ship! Which is also a cool spot for some roleplaying as there are only some craps inside.

5. Rata Sum:

Go to the Port WP. There is nothing special in the water except some Triopen and weird electrical fishes but if you travel north you’ll reach a dam (wall) which you can climb onto with your Springer but be aware if you dare move further north you’ll land in Asura Jail, and I am not joking about that, try it out with your friends! To reach the jail like a normal person go to the Research WP and go north to the Peacemakers HQ where you can go down the stairs and you will enter the cell block of Rata Sum. Very cool for some roleplaying, if you are into that. (jk)

6. Draconis Mons:

Wow, have you ever wanted to swim in the sulphuric water of the volcano without dying? Now your time has come, mount-up and dive down. But not to deep or the game will threaten you with murder! You can start from the Mariner Landing WP and go wild. You won't see much anyways.

7. Ember Bay:

Start from the Promontory WP and travel south to the Sulfurous Deep, you’ll find a seaweed farm spot, some corals and if you feel like it, go farm some lotus on the nearby island/shore as well.

8. Malchor’s Leap:

There is much to explore here! It’s best if you start from the Lights WP and move west. You’ll find some cool statues from Malchor, an abandoned quaggan village, sunken ships and weird orrian architecture! Near the sunken ships is a group event where you have to kill a captain and her pet and in the big ship is something weird??? I haven't figured it out yet, but if you enter the bridge of the Harbinger (poi) there is like a veteran creature and some corpses swimming around, from there you can go deeper into the ship and you’ll find a door with some weird dialogue, idk man. Something cursed is going on there. Also The Harbinger has some cool lore, you can check out the Marriner Plaque on deck. If you move south from there you will find some weird swimming architecture and a group event with three bosses no one does, like ever.

9. Sirens Landing:

Okay, soo this one might be interesting for some of you! You can start from the Camp Reclamation WP and lo and behold, there are some shirtless Sylvari volunteers in the bay area! Yeah, moving on… you can find some orrian oysters and corals in the water and if you move east you’ll find The Buoyant Bough (poi) which has some nice plants on deck and if you put two and two together you’ll find some implied bouncing mushroom (HoT mastery) lore. Overall a good spot for some roleplaying! You can move up/north afterwards and do the jumping puzzle on the island, if you feel that's necessary. Otherwise there are more orrian oysters in the water and if you swim into the direction of the Choking Depths (what a cool name, you guys) you’ll find some very big and awesome sea urchins on the ocean floor!

10. Thunderhead Peaks:

Start from the Revolution’s Heart WP and move down to the Shattered Bay (poi in the bottom left corner), collect Volatile Magic and some Dragon Crystal Nodes on the way and if you finally reach the bay, there is a clam farming spot deep down in the water. From there you can move east to the Ice Floe and on the ground of the ocean you’ll find a seaweed farm. But be aware, both farming spots are guarded by some dangerous creatures.

11. Desert Highlands:

Start from the Brightwater WP and move west to the Transcendent Bay, if you have the Jackal portal mastery you can collect a chest in the giant vases, otherwise swim further east and you’ll find an underwater farming spot for clams!

12. Crystal Oasis:

Start from the Amnoon WP and take your Raptor on a walk and travel west to the harbor area, you can dive down and visit the old city of Amnoon, some sunken ships and a few corals. Afterwards swim south, you can make a stop at the swimming party boat for rich kids, do some roleplaying and move on. In the furthest bottom left corner of the map, like really far down you’ll find another clam farming spot. If you are lucky like me you’ll see a salomon and a shark fighting and a whale between the giant seagrass pillars. (Which was really beautiful, I cried a little bit.) And if you feel extra fancy and want to challenge yourself, you can climb on the weird cliff structure where the mastery point is. On top of the rocks are some Scarab Caches where you can get a Mini Scarab (small drop chance) if you’re lucky!

13. Domain of Vabbi:

You can start from the Market Ruins WP and move up/north or you follow the river down/south. Really far down in the south is a small chest, you tell me if it's worth it or nah. However, if you move up/north you can enter a cave right next to the red raid portal. The cave is super pretty and if you make it over a small wall you can enter a jumping puzzle of some sort, but there are super many branded elementals wandering around and at the end chest spawns a giant Volatile Magic man, whom you need to defeat for an achievement. (forgot which one though, sorry!) This one’s really dangerous, it's best if you do it with some friends. But I mean if you’re feeling especially daring like me you can do it alone too, I guess. I warned you though!

14. Domain of Kourna:

This one’s not really all that special, I just wanted to include it because I really like the meta on that map and would totally recommend it to you! I somehow like the map i.g., idk don’t question me. It’s best if you start from the Allied Encampment WP and follow the river and move down south, the water there is slimy but you’ll find some mussels on the shore! You can travel until you reach the bottom left corner where you’ll discover cute coelacanths swimming around and about. (Honestly, f*ck you Joko for polluting the water, have some Respect.)

15. Domain of Istan:

Phew, you have reached the last step! Start from the Champion’s Dawn WP and follow the river into the ocean. There is like a small empty fishing boat, cool, cool, great spot for some roleplaying. When you’re moving on, dive down to the ocean floor and travel further south until you reach Mehtani’s Blade, there is like an awesome anchor in the water, 10/10 would recommend. Also, more coelacanths in the water and in a much better and healthier environment. I am happy for them, this is what they deserve. Whoop, getting off track here, soo the bigger ship, the Mehtani’s Blade has some cool lore, you can speak to the ghost captain! (Also, a good inspiration for a character's story/backstory!) And to finish your trip on a good note, go west to the entrance of the Grotto of the Defeated where you can read some funny notes on the wall, really, go check them out!

Thank you for your attention, I hope you had lots of fun and discovered some new stuff in GW2!

[ohdarlingxo]

OPTIONAL TASK 221

OPTIONAL TASK 221 Brave: 2 Bold: 2 Funny:2 Witty:1 Tolerant: 4 Patient:3 Open with their own emotions:3 Caring:4 Shy:2 Has a zest for life:4 Energetic:4 Wise (learns from past experiences):2 Book smart: 3 Street smart:3 Quiet: 2 Kind:4 Outgoing: 4 Takes risks: 3 Adventurous: 4 Calm: 3 Calming: 3 Gentle: 3 Clumsy: 2 Loud: 1 Loyal: 4 Honest: 4 Charming: 2 Dramatic: 3 Silly:3 Quick on their feet/quick thinker: 3 Sarcastic: 3 Understanding: 4 Old-fashioned: 2 Forgetful: 2 Tech-savvy: 3 Selfless: 4 Persuasive: 3 Ambitious: 3