#my friend these are so rogue and from old playlists but they made me laugh so please forgive me

[corrodedcoughin]

🎧 feel free to give me three song if you're up for it :)

Oooooooh Danny you are spoiling me. Going to shuffle from three different playlists for you

The first one has no lyrics…so uhhh…unless you count ‘bababoheyah’ but it’s fun so I’ll mention it - land of the hidden fronto leaf by general Tao

Ohhhhh next one you’ve got my GUY

Growing up beside you - paolo nutini

‘I don't always get the way you feel,

But now I've learned to live with that.

It's like I'm a part of something real’

Also the bit where he goes awooooooo

Okay so this next one is an outlier but it’s fun in the silly way I promise!!!

Perfume by Jimmy balito

‘I’m not always right, probably wrong most of the time’

[whats-rambled-rambled]

Long Nights - part 1

Neil x Reader

Chapter 1: Don’t kill my vibe

summary: all days blend into one, and as your friend brings back an unusual challenge, you are more than happy to accept it

warnings: 18+, explicit language, some violence, blood mention

author’s note: Woot woot, new series hype!  

This setting has been brewing inside me for months now, and what started as an idea for a one-shot, turned out to be a fully fleshed out series (f!Reader again, for more gender neutral one check out StuckInReverse series!). And a good chance to introduce this brand new dynamic. Aaaand to play with some rogue tropes - because guess who's gonna teach Neil all he knows about locks and how to pick them? (canon what canon or at least let’s forget the implications for a moment and let's enjoy all the HAND CONTENT instead)

I’m really excited to share this story with you all!

The song for this chapter is Sigrid - Don’t Kill My Vibe

Anyway, enjoy! All feedback is greatly appreciated, let me know what you think?

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Tag list: @vaneilla @ergunbilge @invertedneil @wanderedaway

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You absent-mindedly swirled your coffee and ice cubes clinked against the tall glass as you watched a gutsy pigeon searching for crumbs under a table right next to yours. The green and purple feathers on its collar were shining in the morning sun, not as merciless as it was about to get in just a few hours, but still heating the crowded plaza to barely acceptable levels.

“I don’t know, man, all days blend into one, maybe it’s time to skip town again.”

Mahir leaned back on his chair, his glance sliding through the swarm of tourists pouring from the alley nearby.

“No new gigs?”

You mirrored his pose and shrugged.

“Some, but they just lack… pizzaz.”

“Pizzaz?”

“Yes,” - you sighed and gestured vaguely - “that certain oomph, that sparkle, excitement, when your heart starts beating faster at the sole thought--”

“You sure you’re not looking for...would say love but I know you too well, so... a good shag?” your companion chimed in with a sardonic smile plastered on his face.

You scoffed, amused by that insinuation.

“First of all - thank you,” you started, your eyes lighting up and your grin getting wider with every word. “Second - that thrill is better than a good shag, and after a job well done, you can ride that high much longer than even the best orgasm.”

“Forget I said anything--”

“And finally,” - you continued, ignoring his distressed groan - “you skip all the awkwardness of the morning after.”

Mahir raised his hands in defeat, and even though he looked as if he took a mental note to never tease you like that again, you were sure he knew exactly what you meant. After all, he was your favorite partner in crime, and even though he’d come clean (...or at least slightly cleaner) a few years ago, you still could count on him whenever you needed to pull off a spectacular and/or a straight-up batshit crazy stunt.

“How’s Paddsy?”

“Grand, as far as I know, but haven’t heard from him in years, why?” you asked, tilting your head.

Your friend looked at you with impish sparks in his eyes.

“I remember how you kept yourself amused during your teenage years.”

“The challenges?” You raised your brow and laughed at the memory. “Ha, petty theft is one way to fight a dullness of existence, all right.”

“I bet you’ve gotten sloppier with age.”

That taunt in his overly casual tone was clear as day. Were you really that bored, though?

“Please, I could do it right here and now without any prep.”

...yes.

He sent you a smug smile and started browsing the crowd for a possible target. “Okay, what about... that guy over there?”

You followed his gaze and your eyes laid on a pair of men, lost in a conversation, keeping to the peripheries of tourist groups as they walked through the square. One of them was gesturing with enthusiasm, a wide smile brightening his tanned face, the blond hair in complete disarray combined with a slightly unbuttoned white linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves and beige trousers completed a disheveled look. Couldn’t be older than thirty. He was accompanied by a more composed middle-aged Black man, a maroon polo shirt and grey suit pants complimented his fit and refined posture.

“The yellow mane or the polo shirt?” you asked and Mahir snorted in response.

“The polo one.”

You looked the stranger up and down as you assessed the case. Even from afar, you could see an outline of a wallet in the pocket of his trousers, and the short sleeves meant easy access to the watch.

You smacked your lips and pouted. “Too easy.”

“Okay, so both of them,” he said, watching with satisfaction as you perked up at the suggestion.

“Now we’re talking!” you laughed, clapping your hands. You pointed at Mahir’s camera sitting on the table, internally blessing his choice of hobbies. “Mind if I borrow this for a moment?”

“Sure, whatever.”

You bounced at your feet and grabbed the camera and its case, securing both straps on your shoulder. A sudden rush mixed with a familiar coldness as you got your head in the game.

“Be right back.”

Circling the crowd, you positioned yourself on the path of your targets, blending in with the crowd. Right then, nobody would tell you from other slaphappy sightseers, mesmerized by the architecture of the Old Town district. Stopping abruptly every few steps to take yet another photo. Too preoccupied to pay attention to your surroundings. Making it way too easy to bump into someone, you know? Or, if you were clumsy enough, two people one after another, in a little live-action pinball moment.

You raised the camera and stepped back right into the polo guy, yelping at the impact.

“Sorry!” you squealed, jumping out of his way. Straight into the blonde man. “Oh gee, I’m terribly sorry!”

“You all right?” he asked as he caught you, placing hands on your arms for a split-second hold, enough to prevent you from bouncing back and bumping into someone else.

You turned around and met the bright blue eyes studying you curiously.

“Yep,” you mumbled through sheepish laughter. “And you?”

He beamed, raking his unruly hair with his fingers.

“Yeah.”

Your gaze flitted back to his companion, who was looking at you two with polite interest, visibly eager to continue his stroll.

“Sorry again! Have a lovely day, gents!” you chirped, sending one more apologetic smile and squeezing between them to walk away in the opposite direction.

Ten steps later you twirled around. Aiming the camera at a statue nearby, you checked on the men with the corner of your eye. The blonde guy glanced over his shoulder for a moment, but he didn’t seem suspicious. Good.

You made your way back to the cafe and fell back on your chair.

“No sweat,” you said and smirked, handing the camera back to Mahir and placing the case on the table. You turned it around so he could see what was inside - two watches, some mileage card you pulled out of the polo guy’s wallet, and something you grabbed from the other one… an Oyster card for public transport in London? What a combo. And of course, you could have picked the entire wallets instead, but what would be the fun in that? You didn’t have to make their life that much harder, after all, you just wanted to prove a point.

Mahir peeked inside and smacked his tongue.

“Okay, you still got it.”

“Damn straight!” You reached for your abandoned coffee and emptied it in one swig. “But I’d better get going.”

“Wait, what about the loot?”

“Keep it,” - you shrugged, leaning in to place a small kiss on the bearded cheek - “and tip that nice waitress well, will ya?”

“Sure,” sighed Mahir and patted your hand on his shoulder. “Be careful out there, mate.”

“Always.”

You stepped out on the sunny square again. There was nothing particularly interesting on the agenda for the day, so you decided to take a longer and more scenic route to your apartment. You put on the headphones and with your usual playlist on shuffle, you maneuvered between groups of people on your way to one of the alleys. And just as you were about to cross the road, someone blocked your path. You glanced up and it took all your self-control to maintain a neutral expression, despite all the warning sirens blaring at the full volume inside your head. How even--

“Darling! Long time no see!” said the blonde man you’d just robbed gleefully and grinned, his arms spread wide as if you’d known each other for years. Without dropping a jovial face, he leaned in and gave you a chaste hug, using the opportunity to utter straight into your ear. “Don’t make a fuss and come with me.”

Bloody fantastic.

The stranger linked your arms together and started walking down the street, pulling you with him in a little too rushed version of a friendly stroll. It wasn’t your first rodeo, though.

“Where are you taking me?” you squealed, faking badly covered distress and scouting the area in search of his partner, but the polo guy was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, we need to have a little chat,” he said nonchalantly, securing a grip on you with another hand on your arm. “And the streets today are awfully loud, don’t you think?”

He dragged you into a back alley, losing the chummy demeanor with every step further away from the crowds. Lucky for you, the new setting worked in your favor. You’d been indulging him long enough, anyway.

Shifting your balance, you stomped hard on his foot, using the element of surprise to break free. Grabbing the blonde strands, you pulled his head down to meet your flying knee. A muffled groan escaped the stranger’s mouth and his curses followed you when you dashed to a small back street to your right. These few seconds of a head start were more than enough though, especially since you knew the area like the back of your hand. And that’s why you didn’t hesitate when you reached a chain-link fence. You jumped and bounced off the wall, pulling up on the edge and vaulting through the obstacle with ease, then gracefully landed on the other side and turned around just to see the man hitting the fence with frustration. He glared at you, wiping the blood from his face, and you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“See ya!” you giggled and blew him a kiss, disappearing into another alley.

You emerged on the main street at a reasonable distance from the place you’d left the stranger, weaving between people on the busy pavement, making sure nobody followed you. After a few blocks, you grew quite certain that you’d lost the unwanted tail. You smiled to yourself. The day turned out to be way more exciting than you could have expected. And it wasn’t even noon yet. 

You noticed a dark grey SUV pulling over next to you, but by the time you realized what was going on, it was already too late. The next thing you knew, you got dragged into the backseat and trapped between the blonde man and the polo guy. Shit.

You glanced at the driver, searching for clues about what you’d gotten yourself into. The woman behind a wheel gave off a paramilitary vibe, but you couldn’t be sure. Anyway, there was no point in trying to escape - you needed to wait for a more suitable moment. You didn’t have too much room to squirm around, so you just fixed your gaze on the road ahead.

“Well, this is awkward,” you said, breaking the silence as the car started moving again.

“As my colleague said - we need to talk.”

You looked to your right at the polo man. “Abduction is such an underrated conversation starter.”

“So is theft,” he noted, a shade of smile tainting the corner of his mouth. “I really liked that watch.”

“I have no idea--”

“We’ve checked the square’s surveillance system,” he interrupted you, but his statement was so ridiculous you just had to laugh it off.

“Now you’re insulting me.”

He raised a brow as he studied you with satisfaction. “You’d rather admit that you’re guilty?”

“No,” - you bridled, slowly getting tired of the whole charade - “but there’s no way you got to the feed so fast, and with how crowded it was out there, there is no way you’d find anything incriminating in there.” You hesitated for a moment, then narrowed your eyes. “Speaking of-- how did you even find me?”

A sudden movement to your left made you switch focus to the quiet blonde man. Still pressing a bunch of bloodied tissues to his face, he showed you his phone - a red dot was blinking steadily in the middle of a screen.

...tracking? You opened your mouth to ask a follow-up question, but then it hit you and your eyes flared up. That hug.

“Sneaky. I like it.” You grinned and nodded at him. “How’s your nose?”

He lowered his hand with the tissues. It was bruised and swollen, but you couldn’t tell if you’d managed to break it or not. Still - ouch.

“Never better,” he said and grimaced slightly.

“You should put some ice on it.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You don’t say.”

Biting your lip to stifle a giggle, you glanced back to your right. “So? What do you wanna talk about?”

The other man shook his head.

“Not in the car. We’re almost there.”

You looked out of the window to find out you were driving into an industrial zone, and not the nice part of it. You didn’t mind, though - abandoned and creepy factory buildings were your jam, and they made excellent locations if you ever needed a chance to escape.

After a few minutes, you reached your destination. You got out of the car parked near the entrance to an empty hall. The sunbeams were pouring inside through the broken windows near the ceiling, lighting up a small metal table and a pair of chairs.

“Kudos for prepping such a dramatic setting, gents,” you laughed, taking a seat at the table. The polo man sighed and sat in front of you, sliding a folder with documents your way. You peeked inside, only to confirm your suspicions. They got some serious dirt on you, all right.

“Let’s start again, properly this time. This is Neil,” - he said, pointing at his companion, who was standing nearby, leaning against a pillar - “and I’m The Protagonist.”

You gaped at him and slumped your shoulders. “The Protag--...you’re shitting me,” you huffed, but the man was staring at you indifferently. “Dude, your parents must hate you,” you snorted, not even trying to keep a straight face. “What’s wrong with-- ...I don’t know, David? Or some of the classics, like John?”

“That’s how everyone here addresses me, and I’d like you to do the same.”

“Do I have to?” you groaned as you looked at Neil. He simply nodded, so you had no other option but to roll with it. For now. “Ugh, fine,” you said, shrugging. “You guys are spies or something?”

“Or something,” said The Protagonist. “We use certain espionage techniques to our advantage.”

“Sure,” - you scoffed - “next thing you’re gonna tell me is that you need my help to save the world.”

Neil’s amused snort made you glance at him again. “Well, maybe indirectly.” Playful sparks lit up his eyes as he gave you a half-smile. 

Are they for real? If that was an elaborate prank, this would be a good gotcha moment, but the men seemed serious enough.

You shifted on your seat, laughing nervously.

“Sorry to disappoint, but you’ve got the wrong gal.”

The Protagonist pointed at the folder in front of you.

“We need someone with your skills.”

...right. “Such as?”

“Lockpicking.”

You arched a brow. “Why? You need me to crack something for you?”

“No.” The Protagonist shook his head and took a deep breath. “We need you to teach our agents how to do it.”

“Hard pass,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m not a tutor material.”

All of a sudden, a familiar voice rang behind you.

“Show her the lock.”

And then you connected all the dots.

“Mahir, you asshole!” you fumed, glaring at your friend as he joined you by the table. “Sloppier with age, I swear, you’re the main reason I have trust issues!”

“Main?” - he sent you a skeptical look - “What about--”

“Okay, you’re in top three, but mind you, today’s stunt alone got you five places up the table.”

“Oh no, I’m gonna cry myself to sleep tonight,” he mocked in his usual deadpan manner.

You huffed - “You better,” - mentally kicking yourself for falling for his ruse so easily. Maybe he was right. Maybe you’d lost your edge. That’s what you got for staying in one place for too long. You blinked rapidly, getting out of your head to focus on an item The Protagonist placed on the table. A small metal lock, pretty basic. No security pins, but you knew this model was made with sloppy tolerances that could give any beginner a headache.

“What’s so special about it?”

“Give it a try,” said The Protagonist and waved his hand in encouragement.

You reached to the pocket of your pants for a compact set of lockpicking tools you always had on you. Nothing fancy, rather a handy emergency set than anything serious - those were safely stored in your apartment, ready for the real work. Unlike the one you were about to do. Or so you thought.

You placed a tiny wrench at the bottom of a keyway and applied a minimal amount of tension, trying to set the first pin inside using a short hook. Trying and failing. The feedback from the tools was bizarre, like the regular laws of physics no longer applied to the lock’s mechanism.

“What in the fresh hell--” you uttered through gritted teeth, pulling out the tools to examine the peculiar lock.

Mahir smirked. “Enough pizzaz?”

“Shut up, I’m still mad at you,” you waved at him dismissively and focused back on The Protagonist, who was watching your attempts with polite interest. And a hint of a satisfied smile. “Where did you get that?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you,” he replied, leaning back on the chair. “At least for now, that is if you’d like to reconsider our proposal.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, drumming the fingers on the table. Mahir, you bastard. Of course he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist an offer like this. Even if that meant a certain commitment, and that wasn’t something you were particularly fond of.

“Fine,” you sighed. “But I’m gonna teach only one person.”

“Deal.”

As you shook on it, Neil left his spot by the pillar.

“That will be me.”

You nodded in agreement and asked, “What about the lock?”

“Keep it,” said The Protagonist, standing up. As if he’d share the secrets straight away. “I want to hear your thoughts on it the next time we see each other.”

“And when is that gonna be?”

He just smiled enigmatically. “Soon. Mahir - a word?”

“Is he always like that?” you asked Neil as you got up, watching the others making their way towards the exit, but he just shrugged in return.

“He’s a busy man.”

You eyed your soon-to-be student curiously, and he responded in such, although suddenly losing some of the confidence he’d had before. Even with the bruised face, he radiated with this natural charm, a soft smile and the blonde strands falling into the bright blue eyes only adding to the overall appeal.

“Sorry about the nose.”

“Thanks,” - he smirked - “can’t blame you for that though, right?”

Grinning, you extended your hand in an informal truce offering.

“No hard feelings then?”

“Not at all,” he said as your palms clapped together and you smacked each other’s arms playfully.

With any leftover tension gone, all you had to do was to discuss the schedule and a few other crucial details. Neil took some notes and promised to get everything ready over the next few days. He even offered to drive you home, but you politely turned him down. A long walk, even slightly longer than previously anticipated, seemed more tempting.

Your fingers brushed against the weird lock in your pocket and you smiled to yourself.

For the first time in months, your heart started beating a little bit faster.

(next chapter->)

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Tess you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Narcissa Malfoy!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

I don’t even know where to begin, Tess! I absolutely loved your portrayal of Cissy, and maybe a part of that is from just genuinely being excited about having all three Black girls in the group but most of it is because of your stellar writing! I can’t wait to see where you go with her, especially with the plot points that you provided so I know you have plenty in mind to keep us on the edge of our seats. I know that you’re going to keep us all interested with her past, present, and future. You expanded on the very little we know about her beautifully, and really shaped her into someone I fully believe I could run into on the streets (not that I would want to personally) which takes real talent. *your faceclaim change to Elizabeth Olsen has been accepted

application beneath the cut ( tw: insert )

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Tess, 21 years old, she/her, pacific time, USA.

ACTIVITY

6/10. I am able to log in daily to keep up with the dashboard as well as plotting and keep up communication efforts. This group focuses on long paras so getting replies out might take a bit of time, I want to go back to how I was back when I first joined, getting out one reply a day.  

TRIGGERS

No triggers.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Current member, originally through a character tag.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I think I identify the most with Bill Weasley, mainly because I always liked the career of curse breaker and I think that going far away from the family to do something he loved was amazing (and brave).

ANYTHING ELSE?

As some of you know I’ve been having some muse issues so I am switching characters, hopefully that helps rekindle my love for writing. I’m grateful to be a part of this group, you guys feel like family, have been with me through the most important part of my life, and I don’t want to leave, so I’m doing everything in my power to get back at being a good member of this lovely group.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Narcissa Malfoy née Black

BIRTHDAY / STAR SIGN

September 12th / Virgo

*I tried calculating the year but I got confused with what’s being displayed for Andromeda’s year so I hope it’s okay I didn’t put a year. Narcissa would be turning 24 in the upcoming in-game September 1979.

OCCUPATION

Housewive, socialite.  

FACE CLAIM

My options in order of preference: Elizabeth Olsen, Margot Robbie, Amber Heard, Skyler Samuels, Claire Holt. I prefer you guys pick who you think fits best with the current FCs for the rest of the House of Black.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I was used to playing Death Eaters, and then taking on Alastor was a challenge that I enjoyed greatly, I’m thankful to have had a chance to do that in this group. Narcissa has always being one of my favorite characters, I’ve always been too scared to apply for her, even to think about playing her, but this group has always had my back. I hope I get to do her justice, a character that her entire life was told what to do, that survived by following the rules and learning to play the game from an early age. A woman that in the end picked herself, her son, and that if for the most part of her life she was loyal to her family, in the end she realized her family was her son. And now that I’ve become a mother I understand the choices she made. I could only hope I get to play her in this fantastic group.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Narcissa was raised to marry whoever her parents picked for her. I think deep down she dreamed of falling in love before having to marry, but she knew that no matter who it was she was going to have to fulfill her duty as a wife. Narcissa is a cis-female, she/her pronouns. As for ships, well I would love to play Lucissa, but I am open to plotting previous relationships, maybe during her Hogwarts years, or even a lost love. I’m open to plotting according to our characters’ chemistry.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER

-AN AESTHETIC

-A MOCKBLOG ( here: cissablackmock.tumblr.com )

-A PLAYLIST

Beautiful Lies - Birdy

We Were Sparkling - My brightest diamond

Better - Regina Spektor

Yellow Flicker Beat - Lorde

Castle - Halsey

Bells for Her - Tori Amos

The Family Jewels - Marina and The Diamonds

Heathens - Twenty-One Pilots

-EXPAND ON THE TRAITS

+ Proper: Narcissa was raised as the perfect lady. Everything she does has proper written all over, the way she walks, the way she sits, and the way she laughs. Proper and graceful, is what most use to describe her. Some even say that she even cries in a graceful manner, not that anyone would ever dare to actually say they’ve seen Narcissa cry. Even when she’s looking down on people she does it so gracefully people are actually grateful she pursed her lips at them. She was raised as a Black, as a perfect pureblood lady, being proper is in her blood.

+ Loyal: Narcissa loves her family fiercely and will do anything she can to make them proud. She loves with all her heart and protects the ones she loves with everything she has. She is loyal to her name; she will be loyal to her husband. She is loyal to her beliefs and that’s why she’s loyal to the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters.

- Self-Centered: Most people usually fight or flight, Narcissa instead adapts. She plays her cards; she is observing and manipulative when she needs to be. She will always look for the scenario in which she comes victorious. She was treasured by her family since she was a little girl and she grew up believing that if she could get anything she wanted.

-Cold: Narcissa won’t even spare a glance to someone she considers beneath her. To those she talks to she usually treats in a polite but cold manner. She doesn’t get close anyone, she has lost to much. The betrayals of both Andromeda and Sirius made her develop a cold nature, she went from being a bratty pureblood girl who would tease mudbloods to a cold calculating individual. Whoever Narcissa can hold a bit of a grudge, and if someone hurts the one she loves she might even consider getting some revenge, usually sending someone else to do the dirty work for her.

-A FEW POTENTIAL PLOT POINTS / CONNECTIONS

&&. Friends in high places. This could go both ways, Narcissa makes it her mission to make powerful lasting connections with people in positions of power. And people see how convenient it would be to make Narcissa’s acquaintance so they approach her in hopes of getting the support of the Blacks/Malfoys

&&. To love is to lose. Someone Narcissa loved in her youth. Could be mutual or one-sided.

&&. We were friends once. Someone Narcissa used to be friends with and now because of the war they find themselves on opposite sides.

&&. Heroes on both sides. Narcissa discovers that those fighting the war are not what she was lead to believe.

&&. Not today. We know that Narcissa becomes an expert duelist, this person is the one that teaches her how to duel.

&&. Family first. Pureblood that Narcissa considers family.

&&. Just a pretty face. While out of a mission (wearing the DEs’ mask) Narcissa fights someone and proves that she’s more than just a pretty face.

&&. Dirty work. Someone that Narcissa goes to so they do the dirty work for her, she can take of herself, but a lady never fights if there’s someone willing to go to war for her.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“Wouldn’t it be just ideal to have a potion that would make your hair look perfect? Of course my hair is already perfect, but think of others who have no such good genes” Narcissa says with a smile, that shallow answer is what is expected of her, she purses her lips, “but you know what I truly want, a spell that would tell you exactly the blood status of any witch or wizard, that way you don’t make the mistake of making conversation with mudbloods.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“My sister Bellatrix of course” Narcissa says as if it’s the silliest question she’s heard, “she is the person I trust the most in this world. And I would take my House of Black heirloom” her voice with a hint of mystery, she would never reveal the true power of such artifact, “that would be all I need.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“The ones about my family.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“That I’ve never known love.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

With the events of the ‘The New Normal’ Narcissa’s faith in the Death Eaters was rekindled. She had began to doubt their methods after the attack on St. Mungos. She was assured it had been the work of rogue members, and after the announcement of rebuilding, she trusted them about it. She is excited to have a chance to take a public role in the efforts towards a new society. She is ready to continue showing her loyalty and support the cause.  

WRITING SAMPLE

If there was a price for the dutiful wife Narcissa was sure she deserved it. Her beautiful home, the one people had been jealous about, was now full of people, friends, family, and some very terrifying people. There was shouting, and there was screaming, laugh, tears. Yet Narcissa remained unfazed, this is what she had to do, she had always been the perfect daughter, now she was the perfect wife, the gracious host, if you could even call it that. She had been once part of the movement, she had gone to battle with them, but since she found she was pregnant she had been ordered to stay home. She hated it. But at almost six months pregnant she stands behind her husband’s chair, a stoic face, and wonders where her life went wrong. A voice that very recently began to send chills through her spine speaks to her, “Narcissa this is hardly the place for someone in your condition, your husband should spare you the unpleasantness…” with the politest tone she can muster she simply says “my Lord” The Dark Lord now turns to the boy she once dreamed about marrying, now a changed man, “Lucius” and at once her husband stands up and gently guides her outside the room. I have as much right as any of them, she wants to say, but part of her is glad she was allowed to leave. Still she doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t let anyone see, it doesn’t matter if her last name is now Malfoy, she will always be a Black. Part of her wondered why this war has gone on for so long, she had assumed they would’ve controlled the situation long ago.

Just before she got to the staircase she heard a commotion at the door, her curiosity was bigger than her determination to not be part of whatever was going on. Or maybe it was fear, not knowing which face was going to be paraded now, which of the people she used to take classes with was going to be marched towards a certain death. Keep walking, a voice inside of her told her, but she stayed at the bottom of the staircase and waited. There was a lot going on, she could see her sister, more like she could hear her sister, it looked like along with some others they had caught someone, a girl. The girl was a fighter, nothing like some of the people she had seen being dragged before, do not look at her, the same voice inside her said, but Narcissa didn’t listen. As soon as she glanced at the girl she wished she hadn’t. Now all she could do was ignore her. It was a girl that had once helped Narcissa when she was a first year and had gotten lost thanks to the moving staircases, the girl who had not told anyone about it, a girl who she had ignored multiple times after that incident, the girl she will always remember as being kind to her and asking nothing in return. Now in another staircase all Narcissa could do was ignore her. Instead she turned to her sister, avoiding the girl’s eyes, “Bella… the Dark Lord is waiting” she said before turning around and start going up the stairs. Of course the girl had ignored her too, she looked prideful, not like someone who would beg for mercy. Narcissa wondered if the girl was scared, she had looked so brave. Narcissa had almost made it to her room when the screams started. She ignored those too. Placing a hand on her stomach she reminded herself why they were doing this, “we are building a better world for you” she told her unborn baby.

[vocalpmh]

questions tag 🌙💗 !!

Rules: Always post rules. Answer the questions asked, then write 11 new ones. Tag 11 people to answer your question, as well as the person who tagged you.

tagged by a fav @markhyucklee (thank you for tagging me asdfghskfjsk these questions are so cool it took me ages to come up with my own :’))

tags;; the aagc !!! (i know i’m hella dead in the gc but i haven’t forgot about y’all i swear!), @jinjins-freckles, @dontlistensecretly, @taesea, @binsmoon, @kihqun (you guys don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna btw !! i know i must be a bit of a bother tagging y’all in stuff all the time and sending a million asks a day :”))

here are my questions first + my answers will be below ☆

1. your favourite photo card? if not, favourite era of bias group/bias?

2. what never fails to make you smile every day?

3. first korean song?

4. your favourite homemade meal?

5. the no. 1 song on your rainy day playlist:

6. what is something you want to improve on?

7. who would you bring back from the dead and eat brunch with?

8. most played song on your phone/computer?

9. say a little something to you in 2 years time:

10. piece of stationery you can’t live without?

11. favourite accessory? if not, piece of clothing?

end of my questions :))

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1. your bias group and why did you start stanning them.

astro by a million miles :) i started stanning them because they’re so talented, funny, stupidly cute and incredibly humble. their music brightens up my day and seeing them happy and healthy is the only thing i could wish for :’)) 

2. who’s the biggest sunshine of your life, the one person who lights up your sorrowful days in a millisecond?

moon bin? AHAHAHAH but i don’t really have one person who lights up my day, that i know in real life (how sad). but moon bin is still up there !!!!! when his eyes crinkle up and his mouth curls up into that cat-like smile, my sorrowful days do disappear in a millisecond

3. what are your greatest strengths or weaknesses?

my greatest strength would have to be my ability to adapt. i’m not a fan of complaining (or complaining a lot hehe) about a situation or something i’ll be stuck with for a prolonged period of time, so i learn to get used to it and take it for what it is. my greatest weakness would probably be my lack of commitment? i have way more but this one probably, shines the most out of all of them (YIKES). it probably links back to my chronic laziness but i can never stick to something or finish something up without losing my initial confidence or motivation along the way, which is horRIBLE IN MANY SITUATIONS but i’m trying /uneasy smile

4. what’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

i receive too many than i probably deserve :’)) but one that i remember from recently was from a friend of mine on a card she made & wrote for me :))

“you have such a talent; remembering little facts about people. Those things make people happy - the fact you remembered makes people happy. You make so many people happy, and I hope we are making you happy too,”

^^ she makes me want to punch her in the face sometimes but sometimes she makes me want to give her heaps of hugs and pecks on the cheek :’))

5. what cheers you up?

probably making my friends smile and laugh. if i’m feeling happy myself or even if i’m not, i should at least make the people around me happy or spread my happy vibes right? if i’m at home though, i usually listen to music that gets me Lit™ and watch yt videos that make me smile or laugh (every astro ddoca/astro play tbh)

6. do you have a favorite book or read much? why/why not?

i used to read heaps when i was younger and i hate myself for not reading as much now :(( but my favourite book to read is probably any alice-miranda book. OKAY I KNOW ITS FOR NINE YEAR OLDS, BUT I’VE BEEN KEEPING UP WITH THAT BOOK EVER SINCE THE FIRST ONE CAME OUT AND I’VE BEEN L O Y A L. come fight me

7. what is your favorite words and least favorite words?

my favourite (hehe sorry i’m australian) words are probably ‘i believe in you!’ when i asked my french teacher for any tips so i could prepare for my retest yesterday, she told me that she believed in me, i almost cried right then and there (je vous aime madame !!!!!!) 

my least favourite words are most likely ‘can you like chill?’ or ‘why are you so moody?’ just because you said something offensive and i’m retaliating doesn’t make me ‘moody’, it just makes you even more of a dick 🙃🙃🙃

8. what question do you hate to answer?

‘why are you so (insert verb)?’ this only really applies when people say it with that ‘tone’, you know that ‘tone’?? as if the person asking is wondering i’m not as monotonous and dead inside and pessimistic like them 🙄

also, why can’t i be (insert verb), i can be whatever i WANT to be and i don’t have to justify myself buzz off will you

9. things you would say or do if you finally met your bias/bias group;

okay knowing me i’d probably froth at the mouth before i managed to get even a word out, but probably something along the lines of ‘i love you so much!’ or ‘thank you so much!’. knowing that astro doesn’t know english too well except for maybe jinwoo and dongmin, i wouldn’t spit out a whole essay but even saying something like ‘i love you’ would mean a lot even if it didn’t impact them as much me :’))

10. if you could wake up tomorrow in the body of someone else, who would you pick and what would you do?

check out their closet. i mean, i wonder how this person dresses? like my wardrobe has a flurry of blue and black stretchy jeans, t shirts of a fairly plain palette + some rogue concert merchandise, so if their closet is any different from mine, it’d be so interesting :D

11. if you could have personally witnessed anything, what would you want to have seen?

in terms of kpop, probably bts’ red bullet concert in sydney 2015? that was my prime time of being an army and when i enjoyed their music the most, i was super bummed i couldn’t go then. buT !!!!! i’m going to see them in less than two weeks and i’m sosoosososos pumped alkdhaDKHDKajhdhd

BUT, i would’ve wanted to witnessed something important and maybe political? like females being allowed to vote or any achievement that people of colour have made in history :))

[allyourocknrollers]

Tagged by @surgeonsrick thanks a lot mr. mcfuck

Name: Indigo

Blood type: Probably B

Nickname(s): Indi, Mink, Minkle, Indopyo, Indihoe, Cranmuffin (thanks irl friends)

R/s: Takennnn

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Pronouns: They/she

Favorite tv shows: Sailor Moon, Invader Zim, Stranger Things, Voltron (1984) basically anything with an 80s-90s vibe

Long or short hair: Short

Height: 5′5″

What do you like about yourself: My neck idk i’m weird

Right or left handed: Writes and does everything else with right hand, eats with left cuz I have a lot of shit to do

List of three favorite colors: Red, black and pastel colors

Right Now:

Eating: A cannoli with chocolate chips on it

Drinking: my sorrows

i’m about to: finish sketching an oc

Listening to: my spoofy playlist

Kids: idk i’m self-conscious

Get married: fuck idk id like to but im a really sad person who’s gonna be in a band and a bunch of chicks are gonna want my ass and im not into that

Career: Musician, writer and artist (kinda for all three) 

Most recent drink: Lemonade

Phone call: My mom

Have You Ever:

Dated someone twice: pfft no way

Been cheated on: nah

Kissed someone and regretted it: probably

Lost someone special: yes

Been depressed: *sobs* stop

Been drunk and thrown up: ^ the question above ^

Kissed a stranger: ech my social anxiety wouldn’t take it

Had glasses or contacts: nupe

Had sex on the first date: no

Broken someone’s heart: usually the other way around sadly

Turned someone down: im usually the one getting turned down

Cried when someone died: YEP

Fallen for a friend: oh god where do i start

In The Last Year Have You:

Made a new friend: yeah

Fallen out of love: yes

Laughed until you cried: more like laughed till i choked

Met someone who changed you: Yeah i have a long history of cringe

Found out who your true friends were: yep my internet friends (*sobs again*)

Found out someone was talking about you: Probably

Kissed someone on your fb list: I don’t have fb

Which is Better?:

Lips or eyes: Lips

Hugs or kisses: Hugs make me soft

Shorter or taller: Taller if I’m shorter

Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

Hookup or relationship: Relationship (who wouldn’t choose that)

Troublemaker or hesitant: Verrrrry hesitant

First:

Best friend: My [dead] dog Buster

Surgery: Never had one

Sport I joined: Soccer but i kept on getting stepped on so i never showed up

Vacation: Utica, NY to see my family

Do You Believe In:

Yourself: fuck no

Miracles: I prefer blessings

Love at first sight: eh idk

Heaven: Yes x100

Extras:

How many people from your fb list do you know irl: I don’t have fb

Do you have any pets: Freddy Krueger disguised as a four-month-old female bunny

Do you want to change your name: idk

What did you do for your last birthday: ROGUE ONE !!!!! 

What time did you wake up today: 10 something

What were you doing last night at midnight: crying

Something you can’t wait for: A Gorillaz concert and moving to Austin

Last time you saw your mom: five minutes ago

What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish i wasn’t depressed af

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: nah

What’s getting on your nerves: stress and loneliness

I tag no one cuz i’m lazy

[kylan-writes]

But To Love You

My contribution to the @meflashfanwork February theme of Home/Intimacy! It’s been on AO3 since Valentine’s day, but now I’m finally posting! I hope you enjoy the shakarian fluff <3

The light of the bright sunset poured in through the wide windows, casting a pink-orange glow across the space. Rhea hummed to herself as she pulled a glass down from the cabinet, getting herself some water from the tap. She stared out at the expansive ocean that she called her backyard as she sipped, old Earth music playing through the stereo. The little colony world couldn’t be a more perfect home. The tropical climate was almost as warm as Palaven and lacked the high radiation levels that made the turian homeworld dangerous for humans. It was everything the two war ravaged lovers needed.

It’d been a couple years since she retired from the Alliance at the ripe old age of 34. After the Reapers were no longer a threat, she stayed for a little while. They needed folks who were willing to help rebuild and repair the damage done. She did what she could, but after a while she grew exhausted. Her survivor’s guilt and PTSD had settled in more firmly in her mind. That she was so stubborn and strong willed had made it a little easier to manage, and most days she could carry on like normal, but she could still feel it lingering in the back of her mind. Having a permanent home helped.

Her new home was a house on a cliff that overlooked the coast, similar in design to the apartment on the Citadel. Her home, however, had one level with three bedrooms (one which had been turned into an emergency armory, just in case) and a massive living room that was separated from the kitchen only by an island. Garrus hated the large windows that lined the ocean facing side of their home, declaring them unsafe despite there being very few people in the galaxy who wanted them dead these days. Rhea, however, loved the way they let in the sunlight and the view of the sea. Being a pushover when it came to her, Garrus accepted his defeat in that particular argument.

She went stiff as the front door opened, her fingers itching to start up her biotics reflexively until she heard, “I’m home, Ray!” from the front hall.

Rhea closed her eyes, gripping the glass tight as she leaned forward against the stone countertop. Relax, she told herself, controlling her breathing to try calming herself. Her paranoia wasn’t getting any better.  

“I’m back,” the all too familiar voice of her turian fiance said to her, Garrus setting a box of groceries on the counter beside her.

“Hey, honey,” she said, looking over and craning her neck up to meet the gaze of his bright blue eyes. He still wore that tactical visor, as though it would help him defeat rogue shoppers at the market.

His mandibles flared slightly in a way that she’d long since learned was a smile. She let the corners of her lips pull up into a little smile as he put a hand on her shoulder and bent down to nuzzle her forehead with his. Her eyes closed, this time peacefully, and she savored the moment before he stood straighter to start putting the food away.

“So what’d you get?” she asked as she opened a drawer, pulling out two rolls of colored tape. Red for levo, blue for dextro. The color coding was a backup to their positioning system. Food on the left side of the kitchen was for Rhea, and the right was for Garrus. The tape came in handy for those only slightly awake mornings where Rhea would pull out the first thing she found and start eating. It was fortunate that neither of them were allergic in any way to each other’s protein types.

“Enough for a couple weeks’ meals,” he said, opening the fridge to put away the various types of meat he’d bought.

Rhea pouted playfully. “Aww, but now we don’t have an excuse to go out for dinner in the city.”

“I thought you’d enjoy the excuse to stay inside,” he said, amusement in his tone.

She shrugged. “A little change in scenery wouldn’t be too bad. Did you read the message from Liara?”

“Which, the one inviting us to the Citadel?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Rhea said, pulling off a few pieces of tape as she started her labeling process. “Apparently they've finally managed to put it back together. The buildings still need some work done, though.”

He eyed her for a second. Rhea knew that look, the worried one that said 'Can you handle it?’ She looked back at him with one that said, 'I’ll be fine’, and removed any potential for an argument. They very rarely fought, the last time hardly even classifying as such since it was more a disagreement on what to eat for dinner. They knew each other too well for fights, both willing to compromise to keep each other happy.

“It's not for a few months, though,” Garrus noted.

“Nope, gives us plenty of time to find an excuse if we need it,” she joked, sticking the last bit of blue tape on a package of gizzards.

Her best friend chuckled at this, the sound low in his throat and his amusement tangling with his subvocals. “You think there's anything left of the old apartment?”

“I heard that some spots of the Strip made it out alright,” she said. “I'm not that optimistic about the chances of any of our stuff having made it out of there intact.”

“Pessimism is supposed to be my job,” he said, giving her a nudge. Rhea rolled her eyes as she stuck red tape on a box of generic cereal. “Think any part of the casino made it out alive?”

“You mean the one where we got all dolled up just to find a dead man, then returned a week later and you all of a sudden could dance? Doubtful.” She paused for a second, thinking. “Maybe we should go back if they ever fix it up. You know, I wear a dress and you wear that suit, try to sweet talk each other. Make a thing out of it.”

He seemed intrigued by this. “It'll be at least another few years before they get that section of the Citadel fixed.”

“Plenty of time to make sure we don't have other plans,” she joked with a wink. Garrus smiled at this, looking at her fondly as they finished shelving boxes.

Rhea started humming again as the music changed, not knowing most of the lyrics but enjoying the tune of an almost two hundred year old song. Her parents had instilled a love of old music in her, the Frank Sinatra tune just one of many on her playlists.

Garrus noticed her change in mood with the new song. He'd heard it a number of times by now, and each time it made Rhea smile and sway. She was a terrible dancer, unless she was dancing with him.

Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft There is nothing for me but to love you And the way you look tonight

He smiled at her and took the tape from her, putting it back in the drawer of random crap they'd accumulated and taking her hand. She resisted when he tried to tug her to the wide open space of their living room.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her tone almost the same accusingly confused as when he’d done this almost five years ago.

He made a point of meeting her gaze as he turned up the stereo. “Come on, it'll be fun.”

She'd heard that one before. “You're asking a crippled old woman to dance with you?”

Garrus smirked at this, challenging her with, “You're only a couple years older than me and you stubbed your toe on the couch three days ago.”

For a moment Rhea stared at his hand and the silver band on his index finger that matched hers, the promise of permanence once everything else was settled always there. Then she sighed. “Oh, what the hell…” she caved, trying to hold back the smile her face wanted to betray her with. The betrayal came quickly as the small woman was twirled about in a circle, a laugh breaking through the air as she followed his lead.

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose It touches my foolish heart Lovely, don't you ever change Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you Just the way you look tonight

The sunset glow of the room bathed them in brilliant warm colors as they danced, Rhea not once missing a beat or stepping on her best friend's toes. They kept dancing about as a couple more old songs played, including the song that played on their ‘first date’. Garrus laughed along with her as they took the time to enjoy themselves. They deserved it.

The two collapsed on their large couch in a heap, breathless and still giddy as they cuddled up together. Garrus pressed his forehead to Rhea’s, nuzzling her as he held her tight. Of all the good things to come from early retirement, these moments were his favorite.

“I love you,” he said, just as he had every day since reuniting with her after everything that had happened. He refused to waste a chance to let her know how much she meant to him.

“I know,” she teased, kissing the faded scars on the right side of his face. She loved those scars, the dull marks a constant reminder that he was alive and safe with her and that they'd be safe together. “I love you too.”

[shipsthatcouldshowyouthestars]

1-98 coward

Talk about your first love: bet ok my first crush was my cousin’s best friend but like my first real love>>> i love i love i love you so much

What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion?: bright by echosmithhhh

How’s your heart feeling right now?: really light for once, which feels nice

What kind of self care is your favorite to do?: just writing with my feelings

What’s your skincare routine?: god fuck i dont take care of myself

How did you get to be so beautiful?: IM NOT well probably the drugs

Do you have any stuffed animals?: yes oh my god

Best trip you’ve ever been on?: honestly my trip to georgia was so nice

Favorite thing about your room?: so rn im residing in the basement and i love having the cat there

Opinion on love?: love is so good

Are you affectionate?: YES

Who do you look up to?: my nana

Favorite poet?: uhhhhhhh i dont know

Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?: happy: climate change from firebringer. calm down: i just put on the rogues medley and pray that i can calm down at this rate

Do you play an instrument?: no

Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?: i cannot draw or art to save my life

Do you dance? What style of dance?: i do what you call bad dance

What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology?: im a taurus , kind of believe

Favorite old film?: TKAM TKAM TKAM

What’s your hairstyle?: my signature is actually a ponytail, but i do a half up half down quite often

What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?: sunny summer mornings

What upsets you most about the world?: fuckin hate and bad people and mean parents

Are you in love right now?: y e s 

Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!: well u see my crush is actually my boyfriend and i adore you so much

Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!: i have 2dogs. emily is so fuckin soft and she hides under my bed whent hings get loud or she misses me. pepper literally climbs on top of me when i get home. and i have 1 cat, cash , who lies in bed with me

Do you have a lucky number?: 524 or 624

Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash?: yes and yes

Do you believe emoji spells to work?: i dont know

Do you believe in magic in general?: a little bit

What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?: love, happiness

Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue?: pINK I LOVE PINK and baby blue is pretty

What instrumental sound is your favorite?: wind wind wind soft sind

Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain? wild: es rain: no, it makes me really upset?

Who makes you happy?: ollie, cam, my friends irl, my family 

What makes you happy?: im so easy to make happy,,,,i love getting good grades

Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like?: god,,,,i’d have a little farmhouse, in sort of the country, i’d have a couple kids and some dogs, id be married, i’d have some fruits i grow,,,,

Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?: i very rarely wear makeup. my fave is red lipstick, i get from ulta a lot

Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own?: my fave dress is this red one ive got, it’s super pretty, but i dont have it anymore

Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it?: ive been heartbroken, but not in the romantic way..i didnt deal with it very well

Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them? my closes friend is my friend abby. shes been my best friend for 8 years now. i love how energetic and friendl she is. she doesnt care what others think. 

Introvert or extrovert? ambivert

Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI? kind of, im an ENFP

Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, a or an angel? FAIRY

What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? it’s gonna sound so funny, it was the schuyler sisters

Parlez-vous français? a little bit, i can read simple stuff and kind of understand

Most beautiful place you’ve been to? my cousin’s town. everythign about it makes me happy.

Where/when do you truly feel at home? camp.

Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is goreous! i just smiled thank you

Favorite shoe you own? my crocs

Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them? god i cannot walk in refular shoes how am i expected to walk in stilettos

Do you feel loved?  i think so

How do you express love to those you care about? it’s all i can express, love--i try my hardest to express it through everything

Favorite term(s) of endearment? baby, love, honey, sweetie

Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you? literally,,,,love me for me? and also to calm me down if i was spirallng

When is the happiest you’ve ever been? i think it was this summer, i won an award at camp and it made me happy.

Are you happy right now? yeah

What makes you smile? a lot

Do you laugh a lot? i do

What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic? soft soft soft

Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)? love.

What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married? i wanna get married. i never thought about my wedding.

Favorite flower? red roses

Favorite artist? van gogh

Favorite music artist? i dont know,,,

How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you? i think i can be kind. it’s really imprtant to me.

Ever made a playlist for someone? i have i have

Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath? physically? if im with friends, i just want hugs,,,,but if im alone, idont really have anything

Early bird or night owl? early bird

Morning routine? coffee

Night routine? procrastiate sleep

What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion? kindness

Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after? i dont cry often i hate crying crying makes me anxious

Do you like hugs? i love hugs

When was the last time you kissed someone? ive never had my first kiss

Are you small or tall? i am tiny

Do you like wholesome memes? yes

Favorite thing about the past? what i looked like

Do you ever wonder abou the future? yes yes yes

Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in? no

Do you like plane flights? Airports? i havent flown since i was 9, but yeah

Sunrises or sunsets? sets

The beach or a forest? beach

What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood? morning

Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t? yes, i try

Favorite kind of tree? pine!!

Do you care about the health of the Earth? YES

What did you like most about your childhood, if anything? god i was so,,,,motivated

Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book? i used to read a lot, but as ive gotten older, ive struggled, i love little women

What are you most nostalgic for at the moment? summer

 What’s your favorite personality trait you have? i honestly, truly hate my personality.

List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance. my hair color

When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about? honestly like an hour ago

Do you worry a lot? yes, my anxiety is all worry

The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside? country

Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason? no

Favorite pastry? tiramisu

Do you like doing little acts of kindness? yes

How’s your day/night going? todays been one of the best days in a long time.

[nerdyskeleton]

ALL of the author asks

all right, you anonymous rogue, let’s do this. under the read more for length. I’m answering this instead of doing my accounting homework mua ha ha. But thanks in advance for asking for these it made me feel really nice and it was so fun!!!

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

Ah I mean not really? I have a bunch of ideas bouncing around, but I don’t have the time or the energy to sit down and start another multichap really. Still recovering from the last one haha. Plus I need to have the main story planned out before I start writing, as well as most of the big details, so I don’t want to start something without knowing where I want to ehh vaguely end up.

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

oh my god. Everything that’s on ff.net. I wrote SUCH garbage from like 13-16(?) it’s just all such a disaster. But there’s quite a few multichaps there that are complete so I’m proud of little me completing those haha. But it’s all SO cringe-worthy.

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

(lol “““““book”““““) I do write from beginning to end! Sometimes if there’s a scene I suddenly have a really good idea for I will sit down and get most of it out, or at least jot down some notes for what I want to happen. But I try to write in the order of the story so that I can update consistently! And I try really hard to write ahead, like I didn’t start posting School Daze until I had a few chapters as back up, so I could work on the future ones as I updated weekly, like a bad ass.

4) favorite character you’ve written

I LOVE writing Trucy. She’s one of my favorite characters in the whole AA series - she’s just so fun and lovely. Plus it’s fine to like write a regular person instead of prissy ass Edgeworth or Blackquill.

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

I mean I personally never expected to go as hard with Blackmadhi as I did and in such a short time span either!! I’ve written 80k of Blackmadhi in 2 months like girl can you cool it for a minute? Also I didn’t like Blackquill AT ALL while playing DD so the fact that I’m such a thirsty bitch for him is surprising to me. Here we are though.

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

tbh I don’t tell anyone really! Well, not people who are already confirmed dorks like me. Mostly because I don’t want to get into the “oh what do you write?” conversation hahaha. “uh…..gay lawyer fanfic?”

8) favorite genre to write

Hmm…….I mean I’ll go for angst and hurt/comfort all day long, because there’s nothing more satisfying to me when I do something terrible to the characters, everyone gets mad at me for it, and then I fix it later on with a happy little scene of pure love and compassion between the characters.

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Hm. I’ll normally put on some Disney music, because that has been my go-to inspiring music for a very long time. Sometimes I’ll go back and reread some parts of whatever I have written recently to be like “Look! You actually like this part! Write more so you can keep feeling this way!” Or I’ll read the last bits of the last update to remember where I was even going with the plot line LMAO

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

I like to write with music! It has to be very specific music though. Being with people who are also writing/being productive helps, so then I feel obligated to get stuff done too haha.

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

??? man I have no clue. I guess I’m pretty good with like……not sweating the little stuff. If I feel like I don’t have much sentence variation in one paragraph, I leave it, because it’s okay. Not everything has to be poetic (literally NOTHING I write is poetic). I feel like I make up for it later on with a paragraph with better flow. I hope. Idk these things, friends.

12) your weaknesses as an author

I guess like……descriptions?? Both like physical background descriptions like where they are, because I feel like knowing the scenery can be pretty important. but also like facial and behavioral descriptions too? Like sometimes I’m too lazy to find the exact word I want so I just pick a generic one and move on. I love getting things done, so sometimes the quality isn’t what it could be because I just like finishing things hahaha.

13) your strengths as an author

I’m pretty good with writing things out the way I want them the first time, because if I’m going to write I want it to be right (hehe). Obviously I go back and edit things to tweak it, but if I’m sitting down to write something, I don’t want to half-ass it and come back to it later. I HATE finally finishing some huge ass 12k chapter and then remembering I left a scene unfinished because then that means I’m NOT DONE AHHH.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

Not really! Mostly because I can never just like listen to whatever music I want. I listened to Hozier for a month straight as I finished up School Daze because for some reason that smooth hipster really did it for me.

15) why did you start writing?

Who knows man!! But it’s fun!! I got super into a book series called Skulduggery Pleasant like it was my first HARDCORE FANDOM that I wrote for. My ff.net is under the same name if anyone wants so suffer through it. Let me know if you do because it’s all disgusting and I want to laugh about it. But ALSO it’s all really problematic so please don’t judge 13 year old me okay thanks.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

LMAO WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THIS.

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

oh man…..keep on sticking with it man. I’m glad you are writing (even if present me thinks it’s god awful) because you made so many friends and really learned a lot, actually. Good on you for doing what you want to do. Maybe also stop thinking of yourself as the greatest fanfic writer of all time I mean just maybe, girl.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

Yeah, Skulduggery Pleasant again! The author, Derek Landy, writes so sarcastically and I guess kind of simple (not like bad simple haha). I would just crack up every few minutes reading the series so I wanted to be that funny author with clever little deadpan lines like him. idk if I succeeded haha.

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

I have a separate document where everything is planned out. Well, not everything, but the majority of stuff. For School Daze, I always wanted to have the next two chapters planned out from where I was currently. I just always gotta know where I’m headed so I don’t get anything mixed up or forget anything.

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

It depends! Both usually just depending on the time. I write for a looong time on weekends like a loser with nothing else to do, but if I have like twenty minutes to kill between stuff I’ll think up some lines or finish planning out a scene.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

I literally cannot stop laughing at it. I guess it’s not BAD like my grammar was always good and I tried really hard but just like…….I know I thought I was the fanfic SHIT back then so I’m just like “Laura like how could you ever let other people see this???? it makes no sense!!!!!!”

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

I guess kind of the usual suspects…..No non-con, incest, underage stuff. I don’t write it, so I’m never uncomfortable with it!

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

Hmm not really?? Not too obscure, but I took a looong break from writing mostly because I fell out of that Skulduggery Pleasant fandom and I got super depressed in high school. So now that I’m way better, I really enjoy writing again because I remembered the old feelings of being SO happy when I got a review on ff.net. Makes me feel 13 again, which is actually pretty regrettable.

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Ah not really! I don’t write too much stuff that needs expertise (and also tbh I haven’t written that much like idk what I’m doing here) but also I’m just a lazy shit and will look up the minimum required information for what I need to get done hahaha.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of“Meaning, Miles concluded, that she expressed a very high level of care and compassion for nearly everything in her life. Soon, her thousands of questions in class made sense, because she just wanted to understand the information to the highest degree. And now that Miles was witnessing nearly a private glimpse into the art teacher’s collage project, he saw the same level of attention that Trucy bestowed on her own projects in Phoenix, as well.With this knowledge, Miles assumed, logically, that Phoenix had been the one to impart this trait into her. And from their date, he now knew the man had taken her in unexpectedly and still managed to raise her right.Phoenix Wright was clearly not only an amazing father and art teacher, but also a wonderfully kind, considerate, and determined individual. How could Miles not be drawn physically and mentally to the man?” I really liked this paragraph, because this was a part of the first time that I had written as Miles Edgeworth and had taken a very long chunk of time to go into some gay-ass introspection. Thought it turned out pretty well???