#the adventurous adventures of one direction

[ladyrosemone]

Open arms

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms

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LADS x No-Mc

Tw!: Thoughts about attempting to take one's life (superficial but there), reference to depression, reference to therapy.

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The time after a breakup shouldn't hurt this much, but you have the right to feel this way after going through five in a row in the space of half a year.

Eros must hate you, what did you do to him? Did you offend him in some way? Is it because you said Valentine's Day was a day dedicated to compulsive, capitalist buying and selling without any real love? You was kidding! You were younger and wanted to be cool, not because he should curse you like Apollo after mocking your archery skills!

Maybe if you hadn't done that, you wouldn't be in your apartment right now, eating chips and drinking sugary Coke, watching a romantic comedy that's not funny at all, suddenly crying as if your brain wanted to remind you in every scene between the protagonists that you're not experiencing that, that you're the filler character who helped the male lead realize he actually loved the female lead and leave her at the altar on their wedding day. Yes, that specific.

So what now? What's next for the poor extra in her own movie? The one who didn't ask to be the woman in the trial? What's left for her?

You don't believe in destiny, or in happily ever afters that come out of nowhere, or in all that Valentine's Day nonsense (Yes, now it's against you, Eros), but maybe, just maybe…you need a divine sign, something to push you out of the hole you've been hiding in since your last breakup.

…

Of course, nothing would happen, why would it? The universe is just a collection of molecules about to collide and cause another Big Bang at any second—

Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

- Hello? -

- Hey! - Ryan, your dear paramedic friend, whom you've unfairly been avoiding since Zayne admitted to loving someone else - How are you? I heard it didn't work out with that colonel -

There was no need to reply; your silence was the only response you'd been using lately - Look, I have this pass for a hike to Mount Huangshan, all expenses paid, the girls are going too! -

- I don't know, Ryan, I don't feel ready -

- I understand - He sighs - But it's not fair that you rot in your house while the others go off in some kind of…polyamorous relationship, It's not fair! -

- …What about them? - In the background, his friends could be heard scolding him for being so direct, for saying that over a phone call, for saying it in the first place, while the man tries to defend himself, even he sounds remorseful.

- We didn't want you to find out like this - admits a female voice, her friend Minji, the most sentimental of the five, a creative soul who, indirectly, was the one who encouraged her to go out with the artist.

- Come on! It's time to leave your cave! - Yinou's voice chimes in, strong and demanding, a leader who doesn't leave any of her people behind.

- Come on! Please come with us! - chimes in a smaller but no less strong voice. Daiki was the most protective of the five, also the most vocal in his thoughts and a guiding light on their craziest adventures, just like the one you can experience if you decide to go out.

But can you? Leave your nest, your dark but comfortable home, safe from the pain other people can cause you…

- Sorry guys, I…- The television flashes with a colorful commercial, the happy music and vibrant images catching their attention. She's a presenter, a smiling woman who talks about support groups, techniques for leaning on someone when you can't do it alone.

"And remember, if you have to lie to yourself to be happy, you have to get out of there"

Even if it was a generic phrase, a self-help brand slogan, a product being sold with a yellow phone number, those words echoed in your head.

What are you doing? Why are you letting yourself get so down? Why do you give so much weight to the pain? There's a whole world out there! But what if…

No, you shouldn't think like that even if it's the easiest thing to do, you shouldn't believe that even if it's the most comfortable thing to do, you shouldn't give up - Come pick me up first thing in the morning -

The echo of the celebration had never made you feel so happy before.

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Trust the process, you always tell yourself, trust the process.

Accepting that outing was the best decision at the time, the fresh air felt like a respite for your cramped limbs, walking made your muscles remember how to move, you'd even say you enjoyed catching up with your friends, each busy with their own lives and careers who still made room in their schedules to hang out with you.

But when the euphoria wore off, when the trip ended and everyone went their separate ways, you felt that loneliness again, suffocating you until you were breathless, with the thoughts that were once your allies now the most powerful enemies that have tormented you. You don't want the solitude of your apartment, suffocating and tense, like a horror movie playing every minute and every second. The saddest thing is to think that once this place was your sanctuary, your safe place, and now it's nothing more than a memory of things that were.

It shouldn't feel like this. You don't want to feel like this anymore, but you don't know what else to do or where to look…

Unless…no…you won't sink that low, you can do it on your own; but the way it's gone with this, taking it on yourself only makes you sink deeper into a grave you don't want to reach yet. A broken heart really shouldn't feel like this, but it feels like the world is ending, like nothing makes sense anymore and the only way out is the unthinkable.

No! Stop thinking like that! Why do you suddenly think like that?! You're not like that! You're brilliant! Smart and charismatic! You're interesting and feisty! Loyal and caring! Kind and honest! You're so much more than they thought you were worth…! Why do they keep showing up?!

You're tired of feeling like this; helpless, exhausted, and tearful, as if any breeze would knock you down, you hate how it feels, the weakness in your bones and the weight of the world on your shoulders. Seriously, of all the things that could have brought you down, was a bad love the reason? Pathetic.

- You're not pathetic - you find yourself whispering, your subconscious (or maybe conscious) trying one last time to put up a fight -Just tired…-

You should seek help.

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Years ago, you believed in fairy tales.

Obviously for your age, a child who imagined himself flying on dragons and ruling castles that were actually playgrounds. But at the end of the day, you believed in happy endings and in love that triumphs in the end.

But you had to grow up, and when you grow up, you must forget that.

You don't have a tragic story, you weren't a laboratory experiment, or an enchanted princess thief, your parents didn't die in a dramatic accident or anything like that, just one day…you decided to open your eyes, to understand that not everything is like in fairy tales where the righteous always win and the wicked are punished. Life isn't black or white, it's a blurred gray that swings like a coin about to fall, these are lessons you learned like anyone throughout their life. Perhaps what's different about you is that you hide the emotional aftereffects that come with the lesson, good or bad, you repress it inside like someone who keeps jewels in a safe.

It wasn't fair, but it was the cards you were dealt that made those relationships not work out; but if there's one thing you should be clear about now and always, it's that it wasn't your fault they ended this way; no, repeat it in your head, you did enough.

You loved enough, listened enough, cared enough, and now you've suffered enough. Look in the mirror one last time and begin your own relationship with yourself; heal yourself little by little, but return to being that person who shines on their own.

It will take time, a lot of time, but you have the patience and companionship to achieve it. You don't need a partner or a spouse, not right now.

And that's okay; now is the time to heal.

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[caffeinated-moogle]

W E A V E R: Her main canon crafting class. Aeryn doesn't necessarily excel in it, but she is committed, and she loves the satisfaction of completing something that will bring someone else comfort or joy. She does occasionally sew or mend her own clothing, but I do focus more on the weaving element of this for her (she both knits and crochets).

A L C H E M I S T: Stupid Severian and his stupid quests that I love and that make me cry every time. Aeryn's inability to use magic means she relies heavily on potions for energy, healing, and other buffs, and so she seeks a means of crafting them herself. She takes to it fairly well and doesn't struggle to keep recipes in her head with alchemy the way she does with cooking.

G O L D S M I T H ?: I go back and forth on this one. I think Aeryn would express an interest in embellishing some of her weaving, and Redolent Rose might point her Serendipity's direction, where she could learn to weave bracelets and chokers. She'd be good at it, but she'd be more of a hobbyist and would never fully dip her fingers into metal- or gem-crafting.

Honorable Mention

B O T A N I S T: Starting in Gridania, Aeryn does befriend Fufucha and help the botanists' guild by scouting for supplies while out on her adventures. She is useless at growing things on her own except a select few extremely resilient specimen of plants, but she's quite good at finding things when needed.

What gathering and/or crafting jobs does your WoL excel in?

[aventurineswife]

Sampo, Gepard, Phainon and Mr Reca react that reader has a chaotic little sister like Klee from genshin impact

Chaos is a Ladder

Tags: Sampo x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Mr. Reca x Reader, Klee based Little Sister, Chaos, Sibling Dynamics, Mischief, Humor, Fluff, Lighthearted, Action/Adventure, Sibling Care.

Warnings: Minor Destruction/Explosions, Implied Danger, Mild Language/Swearing, Light Violence, Over-the-top Humor.

Sampo leans against a wall, his trademark grin widening as he watches your little sister’s antics. She’s busy blowing things up with her homemade firecrackers, and the resulting chaos is causing a small stampede of frightened people. You look at him helplessly, knowing exactly what’s going through his mind.

“Well, well,” Sampo muses, his tone smooth as ever. “It seems your little sister is quite the bundle of excitement. Reminds me of the old days when my schemes didn’t just get me into trouble… but make me a fortune.”

You groan, dashing forward to stop her before things escalate further. But Sampo, ever the opportunist, flashes a wink. “Don’t worry. You’re not alone. I’ll make sure nobody gets too hurt.”

The moment you turn away to manage the mess she’s caused, Sampo’s already starting to haggle with some of the bystanders who were unlucky enough to witness the explosion, offering "discounts" on goods to ease their 'frustration'.

“Ah, the power of chaos,” he says. “Quite profitable if you know how to work it."

Gepard stands at attention as he watches your little sister, a tiny ball of chaos wreaking havoc in the middle of a perfectly serene courtyard. His eyes narrow, but it’s not with anger. No, it’s a sense of duty.

“Is this how she spends her free time?” he asks, his voice calm but betraying a slight hint of disbelief.

“She’s just—well, she’s energetic," you try to explain, chasing after her as she ducks and dodges your attempts to get her under control. A little fountain of water has erupted from one of her contraptions, and it's now quickly flooding a nearby garden.

Gepard crosses his arms, his gaze remaining composed even as your sister’s antics go from bad to worse. “I understand the need for adventure, but I cannot allow disorder like this. She is… certainly a handful.”

When your little sister playfully tosses a flower at his face, he pauses, blinking at the gesture. His gaze softens slightly. “You know,” he mutters, “perhaps a little chaos can be a good thing. Keeps us vigilant, reminds us to expect the unexpected.”

Despite his stern demeanor, there’s a warmth in his eyes as he observes her mischievous grin. After all, what’s life without a little unpredictability?

Phainon, ever the composed warrior, watches your younger sister with a mix of bewilderment and fascination. She’s jumping around, firing off small bursts of energy from a toy gun and accidentally knocking over a stack of supplies.

His hand moves to the hilt of his weapon instinctively as a loud explosion echoes from her direction, but it’s just a small pop from a confetti bomb she set off.

“Is she always like this?” Phainon asks, trying to keep a straight face, though it’s evident he’s struggling not to laugh.

“I’m afraid so,” you reply sheepishly, stepping forward to try and corral her before things get too chaotic.

Phainon watches your attempt, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She has… much energy.” He pauses. “It is both admirable and terrifying.”

When your sister starts running circles around him, Phainon takes a deep breath, preparing for whatever might come next. But then, to your surprise, he kneels down to her level. “You know,” he says with a soft chuckle, “I think I would enjoy a race. But only if you promise not to set anything on fire.”

Your little sister giggles in response, and suddenly the warrior finds himself caught up in a race he didn’t expect to be a part of. Phainon’s composure remains, but there’s a twinkle of enjoyment in his eyes as your sister leads him around, full of chaotic energy.

Mr. Reca sits back in his chair, watching your little sister with a critical eye. She’s throwing something—he’s not even sure what—into the air, and the resulting explosion leaves a trail of smoke and a few startled citizens behind.

“Another act of meaningless chaos…” he mutters, tapping his fingers on the armrest. “I could’ve filmed that, but it lacks substance. No depth.”

You rush to calm her down, your face a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. “She’s just… being herself.”

Reca glances over, his normally cynical expression softening as he watches the mischief unfold. “I suppose she does have a certain… authenticity to her,” he concedes. “But let’s see if she can manage something with more depth than mere explosions.”

Before you can respond, your sister sets off another round of firecrackers, and this time, Reca rises, walking toward her with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “If you’re going to make a mess, at least make it one that has a story. I don’t want to see just destruction. Show me the meaning behind it.”

As your sister throws another wild concoction into the air, he tilts his head, almost impressed. “Perhaps you do have a spark of potential.”

You can only sigh, knowing that this time, your little sister's chaotic nature might just inspire something worthwhile for Reca—though whether it’s the film he’s hoping for or just another headache remains to be seen.

[eldritchtoast]

ROZALIE STEELFORT

Character Bio

Bio

Gender Female [ MtF]

Age 43

Race Tiefling

Height 1,75m

Sexuality Bisexual

Class Sorceress

Background Acolyte

Alignment True Neutral

Deity Bhaal

Weapon Dagger

Voiceclaim Lest [ Arcane ]

Backstory

Being the youngest of two sisters born to wood elf and cambion parents, Rozalie didn’t have as much of a recollection of her biological family as her older sister Elyr does. She vaguely remembered living with her father in their cottage in the woods, but most of those memories are gone by now and more so facts she can recall. After her father was assassinated by a Bhaalist assassin, Roza found herself extremely susceptible to the murder god’s influence, even if she herself didn’t know that was it at the time.

After their father’s passing, both her and Elyr got taken in by a paladin living in a temple of Mielikki near Baldur’s Gate. The sisters lived relatively normally while there, however there was always this strange force in the back of Roza’s mind compelling her to venture into the Shadow Cursed lands. Most times, either Elyr or their guardian would be there to stop her before it was too late, however on one such occasions, no one noticed fast enough and she found herself walking straight into the forest in the direction of Moonrise Towers.

She eventually found herself face to face with Ketheric Thorm. The undead general looked after Rozalie for most of her formative years, using her as a way to cope with the loss of his daughter for the second time. However, Roza knew Moonrise Towers wasn’t her one true purpose, and soon after, she found herself in the cult of Bhaal’s lair underneath Baldur’s Gate, who indoctrinated her into the cult.

Roza found herself living pretty well among cultists, be it because of her hellish ancestry or just her sheer will to survive at all costs, and by the time she reached her early twenties, she was appointed as a head recruiter, prowling the streets for vulnerable people to be taken into Bhaal’s clutches the same way she was. She learnt to be everything her current target needed, be it a mother figure, a support system or an object of desire, which helped her understand how to manipulate people more and more, which in turn allowed her to sink her claws into increasingly powerful targets.

Before she knew it, thirty years since her original disappearance had gone by. She was the cult’s High Priestess and engaged to the chosen of Bhaal himself, the highest position she could achieve while not being a bhaalspawn. And things would have been as perfect as they could get in her situation if it wasn’t for Orin the Dark Urge. After the albino Dragonborn, Roza was the next on the deathbringer’s list.

Left for dead in Moonrise Towers, Roza was found by Ketherick, who wasn’t about to lose a second daughter. She was handed over to Kressa Bonedaughter to be revived and tadpoled, however instead of being sent out on the nautiloid, she stayed in Moonrise Towers, where she conspired her revenge against Orin until Thorm was defeated by a group of tadpoled adventurers, with who she teams up with on the way back to Baldur’s Gate.

Character Ties

The Dark Urge • Love Intrest

Unlike most Bhaalists, Roza decided that a good strategy to get the Bhaalspawn’s favour was to be a meddlesome but necessary thorn on his side. The two were roughly the same age when Roza was welcomed into their ranks, and even though they revealed in screwing over one another for a while, the two eventually grew up to be a very responsible duo looking after different parts of the cult. It wasn’t long before their competition for Bhaal’s favour became their personal banter, after which blossomed their bloody romance. The two eventually got married and had a daughter together, in the days before the plan of the absolute. The Dark Urge worshipped the ground in which Roza walked, and in turn she was just as determined to make sure the child of Bhaal would achieve their full potential.

Enver Gortash • Ally

While Roza loves how she thrives in the underground cult, having someone who is just as much into mind games as she is was a breath of fresh air. Roza and Gortash play a game of cat and mouse with each other where they try to one up the other’s plans at any turn possible. The two of them along with The Dark Urge become a nightmare of a throuple during the days before Orin’s betrayal.

Orin • Sister Figure

When Rozalie arrived to the cult of Bhaal, Orin was already there. She unintentionally took the changeling under her wing, looking after her like she was her little sister. The two were very close, but fell off after Roza became engaged to the Dark Urge due to Orin’s hatred of the Dragonborn. Orin was outraged roza would belittle herself so much, while Roza thought Orin lacked foresight and ambition.

Ketherick Thorm • Father Figure

Out of all parental figures she’s had, Ketherick is the one that shaped Roza the most. The two had a codependency for each other- Roza lacked parental guidance and Ketherick had not gotten over losing Isobel after her resurrection, and so it only made sense the two would find a sort familiar comfort in each other. Ketherick’s death shook up Roza, however she knew her main purpose was to serve Bhaal’s plan, which would eventually lead to his death either ways.

[smilesatdawnmain]

Big Family Au

Pick your Adventure 1

(Day with MK Part 5)

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Mk’s eye double in size, staring at you in for a moment too long.

For a second, MK looked like he might brush it off with a laugh or a quick change of subject. But then his shoulders slumped, and he let out a long, reluctant. “It’s... it’s kind of stupid, honestly,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m supposed to be this big hero, right? The Monkey King’s successor and all that. But... spiders? They just... they freak me out. Like, really freak me out.” He glanced at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability, all with a smile. “It’s not just Ms. Chyou or her family. It’s like- All spiders. Doesn’t matter the size.” He paused, his gaze dropping to the ground as he kicked a small pebble with his foot. “I know it’s dumb. I’ve fought demons way scarier than spiders. I’ve faced down armies, taken on gods, and even dealt with my own family’s... uh, “drama”.” For a moment, just a small fraction of a second, his brows furrowed, his lips more like a scowl than a smile.

Then it was back, like it never left, “But spiders? They just... they get under my skin. Literally and figuratively- a spider demon tried once.” He shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself as if the mere thought of them made him uncomfortable. “It’s not like I haven’t tried to get over it,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “I’ve tried. Or… I”m working on it,” he corrected him, because that sounded better to him.

You two started to walk again, with no real direction or interest in the stalls as you take in his words. Through it all, MK’s smile doesn’t drop- it’s almost like it’s plastered to his face at any given moment of the day. Practiced. Perfected.

He gave you a side eye, his eyes crinkling a little to something more genuine. ”I’m… talking too much,” he realizes, chuckling at himself. You smile back at him, shaking your head no. “It’s alright, I know when I’m blathering on like my Baba~” his eyes shifted back and forth, “Don’t tell him I said that,”

You had a strong feeling however, that there was a high chance the Six Eared Macaque already heard.

MK chuckled as if he realized the same thing himself, “Well, now you know the great fear of the Harbinger-” he cut himself off, “Of the Monkey Kid~!” He says with a tad more pride. You already knew what he had almost slipped up and said. The Harbinger of Chaos.

You had heard the whispers and rumors of the one destined to Bring the end of the world. It wasn’t a secret. They say the day MK was born, Nuwa had appeared for a few brief moments to declare it so. To single this child out as the one to bring about the end of all things. You tried not to openly stare at him for too long, or think about that too obviously in case he could somehow read your mind.

You weren’t sure that was a typical Monkey King power, but better to be safe then sorry.

Still, MK wasn’t what you thought he would be. He wasn’t scary, or brutish, or unapproachable. He was... kind. A little awkward, sure, but there was a warmth to him that made it hard to believe the stories. The way he fidgeted when he was nervous, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his hobbies, the way he tried so hard to keep that smile on his face even when it seemed like the weight of the world was pressing down on him—it all made him feel... human. Or as human as a demon prince could be.

“You’re not what I expected,” you admitted, your voice soft but sincere.

MK scratched his cheek, “Oh? Did you expect something else?”

You weren’t sure how to respond, especially since Yes you were. How could you not when you grew up outside of the mountain, where nothing but rumors flew around. It was only in recent years that MK even showed himself to the common public, slowly but surely being recognized more for being the Monkey Kid, rather then Nuwa’s cycle ender.

"You’re... different," you said carefully, choosing your words. "I guess I expected someone more... intimidating. But you’re just... you."

MK’s smile faltered for a moment, his eyes flickering with something unreadable before he chuckled softly. "Yeah, I get that a lot," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I notice you staring a lot.”

AH SHOOT- He’s onto you!

You almost tripped, making MK laugh and your cheeks burn. “I wasn’t staring cause you were- you know- that.” you insist. Liar. You totally were.

“Ooo?” he drawled, “Why were you staring at me so intently then?” he teased- he found this amusing.

You fumble to respond. QUICK! Say something!

[ivyheaven]

"You are incorrigible" fully teasing, though she remembered his comment for later. Too many clothes, and his wish was her command. "Neither can I. I want to know everything about you." Laurel felt her face redden when he confirmed the story, completely mortified, but she knew she had earned that one. "If she finds it funny, then it'll be worth it. In my defense, I got some...not great advice, and I don't know, I guess I got caught up thinking of college boys and their antics. But, it felt silly to tell you. I mean, we hadn't even been on a date by then." Then again, Juju had also given her the good advice but she had already gotten too in her head by that point. "Loneliness is exactly the feeling, you get it. I am excited to meet them," she left out the part about how terrifying it felt to meet his family. "I hope she does, especially since she's your best friend."

Home and Texas never really went together in her mind, but the way he said it, it flowed so naturally. Like it was always meant to be that way. "The heat is always something worth complaining about. I'm glad you think of Texas as home, means you won't leave anytime soon." It had briefly crossed her mind, college comes to an end and would he leave? She was glad to be wrong (again). "I would love to join you, a fun adventure for us." Anything that implied them spending time together was an immediate yes, her eagerness showing at how easily he included her in his world. How quickly. "And, it's a big state so it'll be a while before we're done."

His words caused a burst of laughter, shaking her head as the laugh echoed. "I love the cuddles though!" Underrated, in her opinion. Laurel was mesmerized observing his green eyes flutter. Frankly, she could stare at him all day. Even in her mesmerized state, her features began resembling a ripe strawberry - each word bringing a more profound blush. He had a way about him, to make her feel like the only girl in the world. It took her an extra minute to find her brain (and her words), before answering. "Huh, that almost sounds like me," but when he confirmed what they both already knew, she was elated and in her excitement, cupped his face and kissed him. "And now the pressure is up a thousand times."

"It's pretty inconspicuous, right? Calling it a study break," a cheeky wink in his direction, a soft smile drawn as his hand rested on her hip. "Just for...being you, and being so understanding. I feel like I've brought you so much trouble, and you're still here. Guess I just feel like i've made you age five years since we met." Which said a lot considering they've known each other less than a year.

Eli couldn't help the smirk as he nodded. "Could very well be my over active imagination. But, if it is. You're wearing way too many clothes." he hummed as the prospect was enticing enough. "I can't wait." Shaking his head he knew that was just an honest mistake. "Don't worry about it. It's gonna be a Phillips story though. She'll find it funny you thought she was my girlfriend. I can't believe that you thought I was running off for another girl." There was a moment he looked at her and nodded his head. "Being lonely makes sense. I wasn't lucky to have my three siblings until I was eleven. So, in a way I understand where you're coming from. Just think though, once we make it past college era. You'll gain three siblings. You won't be lonely anymore. Emma will love you."

"I guess I've found my home for now. Texas isn't all bad. It has you. I can hardly complain about that. Though the heat I will forever complain about. I hate it. As for the food bucket list, I am excited to try out every menu item in the state. Maybe you can join me on this. If you want." Sharing a part of himself with her was easy. Easier than he thought it'd be. He wanted to have her share his space. Something he had only reserved for family.

"If cuddles are the best part, I'm not doing it right." he quipped. "But, I know what you mean. You're always really warm. I like that." A small smile took over his features. "Well, these green eyes," he fluttered his eyes at her. "Have taken this one girl home. She's got these killer dimples and this melodic laugh that I can hear on a loop forever and long cascading hair that is the softest I've ever felt and is one hell of a kisser. My favorite though is that she's named after a flower." Being clownish came naturally as his finger caressed over her cheeks. "You're the first," he confirmed.

Eli leaned into her personal space as he hummed and gave her a fleeting kiss. "Is that what we're calling it nowadays. A study break?" One hand rested on her hip as he nuzzled her hair. Feeling her closer had him look up a bit confused but still pulled her close. "Thank me? For what?"

[exhaled-spirals]

« I shall call my friends, then, all those influences which warm me and start running again all my currents of thought and imagination. The persons, causes, and books that unlock the prison of my intellectual torpor, I can justly call my friends, for I find that I feel toward them all the same eager joy and inexhaustible rush of welcome.

. . .The difference between them lies in their response to me. My personal friends react upon me; the lecturers and books and music and pictures do not. These are not influenced by my feelings or by what I do. . . The excitement of friendship does not lie with them.

. . .One of the curious superstitions of friendship is that we somehow choose our friends. To the connoisseur in friendship no idea could be more amazing and incredible. Our friends are chosen for us by some hidden law of sympathy, and not by our conscious wills. All we know is that in our reactions to people we are attracted to some and are indifferent to others. And the ground of this mutual interest seems based on no discoverable principles of similarity of temperament or character.

. . .our friends! They are no types, but each a unique, exhaustless personality, with his own absorbing little cosmos of interests round him. And those interests are real and vital, and in some way interwoven with one’s own cosmos.

. . .To those of us, then, who have not been tempted by success, or who have been so fortunate as to escape it, friendship is a life-long adventure. We do not integrate ourselves, and we have as many sides to our character as we have friends to show them to. . . . Each friend calls out some particular trait in us, and it requires the whole chorus fitly to teach us what we are. This is the imperative need of friendship. A man with few friends is only half-developed; there are whole sides of his nature which are locked up and have never been expressed. He cannot unlock them himself, he cannot even discover them; friends alone can stimulate him and open them.. .

Foolish people like to test the bonds of their friendships, pulling upon them to see how much strain they will stand. When they snap, it is as if friendship itself had been proved unworthy. But the truth is that, good friendships are fragile things and require as much care in handling as any other fragile and precious things. . .

[W]e feel that we could go on exhaustless forever, without a pang of ennui. And this inexhaustibility of talk is the truest evidence of good friendship. . .

If we are their friends, we are stimulating them as they are stimulating us. They will find that they talk with unusual brilliancy when they are with us. And we may find that we have, perhaps, merely listened to them. Yet through that curious bond of sympathy which has made us friends, we have done as much for them as if we had exerted ourselves in the most, active way. The only duty of friendship is that we and our friends should live at our highest and best when together. Having achieved that, we have fulfilled the law.

. . . For the secret of friendship is a mutual admiration, and it is the realization or suspicion that that admiration is lessening on one side or the other that swiftly breaks the charm. Now this admiration must have in it no taint of adulation, which will wreck a friendship as soon as suspicion will.

But it must consist of the conviction, subtly expressed in every tone of the voice, that each has found in the other friend a rare spirit, compounded of light and intelligence and charm. And there must be no open expression of this feeling, but only the silent flattery, soft, and almost imperceptible.

And in the best of friendships this feeling is equal on both sides. Too great a superiority in our friend disturbs the balance, and casts a sort of artificial light on the talk and intercourse. We want to believe that we are fairly equal to our friends in power and capacity, and that if they excel us in one trait, we have some counterbalancing quality in another direction. . . It is these aspects of friendship, which cannot be sneered away by the reproach of jealousy, that make friendship a precarious and adventurous thing. But it is precious in proportion to its precariousness, and its littlenesses are but the symptoms of how much friends care, and how sensitive they are to all the secret bonds and influences that unite them.

Those persons and things, then, that inspire us to do our best, that make us live at our best, when we are in their presence, that call forth from us our latent and unsuspected personality, that nourish and support that personality, — those are our friends. The reflection of their glow makes bright the darker and quieter hours when they are not with us. They are a true part of our widest self; we should hardly have a self without them. »

— Randolph S. Bourne, The Excitement of Friendship (1912)

[preyontheweak]

preyontheweak‌:

THE BASICS ––– –

Age: 36 Birthday: April 5th Race: Kul Tiran Human Gender: Female Sexuality: Pan-sexual

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: Onyx Eyes: Persian Blue Height: 5’9″ Build: Muscular, toned from the weight of plated armor. Distinguishing Marks: Clean scar across the bridge of her nose, it’s thin in nature and hooks underneath the right eye. A few miniature scars can be seen on various parts of her body, especially on the upper torso. Common Accessories: Alexa is rarely seen without a pistol strapped to her form, typically found on her outer right thigh. Often an officer’s sword is sheathed and polished at the right hip, ready to be drawn and utilized at a mere moments notice.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Vice-Admiral of the Grand Alliance Navy Hobbies: Fencing, playing chess, social drinking, people watching, drawing Languages: Common, Darnassian, Thalassian Residence: Boralus, Kul Tiras  Birthplace: Brennadam, Stormsong Valley Religion: The Light and The Tide Patron Deity: The Light Fears: Loss of purpose, being forgotten in death.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Parents: Both alive. Siblings: At least four known next of kin. Other Relatives: Plenty, far too many to list here. Pets: Damien (Doberman), Artemis (War-steed)

TRAITS ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––– –

Smoking Habit: Often. Drugs: Rarely. Alcohol: In excess.

RP HOOKS ––– –

-The Few The Proud: Alexa has spent most of her life within the structure of the military, your character might know her if they are a Veteran of the Wrathgate, participated in Operation Shieldwall, or invaded the Broken Shore. She has recently returned from supplying the invasion efforts in Nazjatar.  -Sea-Faring: Due to heritage and profession alike, the Admiral has spent a decent amount of time upon the open-waters. In such she is well traveled, and often meets many interesting and diverse people while on land. She’s often spotted in taverns, acquainting herself with the locals and sharing stories. -Server of Justice: Someone has to do it, right? And Alexa brings down her wrath upon the corrupted with gusto. Pirates, Undead, the Horde, she is eagerly combative with anyone who dares defy the status quo or her direct orders.  -Nobility: The Imortis family is known to partake in the games that nobility play, though the upper echelons of society are of no interest to Alexa. One could readily know her from her younger years in Upton, but admittance of this particular sway of power is not often readily discussed.  -Tavern Terror: Rarely, if at all, will she be caught without a drink in her hand while on leave. If she is not glued to the bar and drinking away her sorrows, you can find her in the back playing darts competitively. 

WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR –––

-All types of RP:  Action, adventure, slice of life, drama, long term, short term, pre-planned, spontaneous, whatever your heart desires. I have no issue with Alexa being the hero or enemy in your adventure, or even an innocent bystander (she’ll still have thoughts and opinions). I also enjoy cross-faction RP and conflict, and am open to discussion and plots alike. -Military: For obvious reasons Alexa fits well into this particular trope, especially with her current profession and interests.

-Connections: I’m looking for RP here on tumblr, discord, and in game (both on Moon Guard and Wrymrest Accord). If you know of a guild on Alliance on MG that you think could be a great fit, let me know. 

CONTACT INFORMATION— -

-Tumblr! I do threads here, starters, and edits (sometimes). Feel free to message me whenever and we can work something out! -Discord: Seatart#5080  -World of Warcraft: Imortis (Moon Guard) | Wyrmrest Accord (Coming Soon)

Looking for contact.

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[nanamidays]

You’re laughing. They turned the JJK men into One Direction and you’re laughing.

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

I edited My favorite 2 scenes in AAOOD 3 to make you guys smile (this isn’t supposed to insult the boys or anything but mark did a great job with the series!)

[ao3cassandraic]

Okay, sorry, I'm late answering this, but in fairness I got back from four hours on the picket line (one more time: not mine!) exhausted.

I can't hear much of any similarities between the Sanctuary Moon theme and the Murderbot theme -- not in orchestration, not in structure, not even in chord progressions (though somebody else check that, please, I'm not good at it). There is a cool and useful dissection of the theme in this comment to Alex Brown's ReactorMag recap.

So I went in a different direction (because comp lit major!): intertextuality. What is the Sanctuary Moon theme nodding to?

If it's soap-opera themes, that's incidental at best. Sung themes were fairly rare, it seems. In this compilation, I found only two: Guiding Light (which could have been something the SM composer listened to) and Passions (not even close).

The next obvious comparison is Star Trek themes, since (as has been commonly noted), SM is very Trekky in set, costume, and shipboard culture. Here you go. We definitely hear orchestration similarities: consider the relentlessly brass-heavy themes for the cartoon, ST:TNG (though they did tone down the brass later on in the show's run, moving some of the melody to strings), and ST:Voyager. We also see the damn-near-overused trope of the camera watching the ship pass a cool-looking planet or star (rings/flares OBLIGATORY, ship visual whoosh of some kind scientifically witless but nonetheless recommended).

It's the damn lyrics that don't fit either of these obvious inputs. What is this "you and me" nonsense (other than an obvious setup for Murderbot's self-insert)? That's Saturday-morning-kiddie-cartoon shit! And then @centaurianthropology dropped a truth bomb about Murderbot being structured like a early-to-mid-20th-century adventure serial -- many of which were aimed at kids -- and yeah, I think I have it: it's 1990s-ish adventure-cartoon themes.

I will set the Captain Planet theme down right here and back slowly away.

The Murderbot opening theme

It's a bit on-the-nose, but it works. I'm guessing it's in 2/2 because having this show's theme be binary gives me a li'l giggle, but it could also be 4/4. Tempo is somewhere in the vicinity of allegretto.

We start with what I call the Anxiety Theme, staccato eighth-notes from an anxious violin, anchored by quarter notes in what I think is cello range (but I'm pretty sure they're electronic, as the violin may be also).

Then there's a brief quarter-note transition in the violin to Thoughtscape Theme, in which the eighth-notes go down to the cello (and are a bit less staccato) while the violin gets longer-held notes and a viola (I think) friend. (Notice that the assembly-line SecUnits are very weighted and trapped, but during Thoughtscape Theme, our Murderbot zooms around weightlessly under its own power.)

We then return to Anxiety Theme. Murderbot has weight again, settling into the dusty planet surface. The recapitulation translates the cello into something a bit brassier, and adds some mid-voices and triplet rolls for the PresAux crew. Finally, Murderbot escapes back to its thoughtscape for a few seconds, and we close.

[pathetic-dreamy]

*The adventurous adventures of One Direction*

Villain: You’re too late, Superdorks! You'll never stop me now!

Harry: That’s where you’re wrong, evildoer! We WILL stop you, with the powers of:

Liam: Friendship!

Zayn: Harmony!

Louis: Incredible violence.

Niall: And love!

[sunnys4n]

AAOOD DRAWINGS. ★

PLS I LOVE THEM SMWJDKW, I made this so if is still some AAOOD fans, lunch moment.

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Climate Control: The Need of the Hour

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Choosing products made from sustainable materials, supporting companies that use eco-friendly practices, and reducing our consumption of meat and dairy products are just a few examples of how we can positively impact the environment.

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[loveisxpromise]

The Doctor grinned and helped her to her feet. "Well, I've got this one anyway." He said, releasing her hand and getting his bearings. He hadn't known before, but he had quite a good salary from UNIT as the scientific advisor, then he made money working his little desk job when he retired from it. If his future self/selves wanted to resume being scientific advisor then good luck to him/them, but this Doctor wanted a quiet life in between small adventures in the TARDIS.

Except now, he had Rose and her plus one(?). He glanced at her again, studying her. He already made up his mind that he'd protect them -- that's if she wanted him in their lives.

"I believe," He licked his finger then lifted it into the air. "There's a shop a block this way." He turned in the direction he guessed there was a chip shop and offered her his hand to hold.

Rose nodded. "Having a bit of human always helps." She told him. "I mean, it has always helped you when you have had a human travelling with you." She said. "So I guess they were right about saying that."

She watched him stand up and offer his hand to her. She took a hold of his hand and then got to her feet and grinned hearing him say this. "Did I? I mean I could argue with you about that but I will let you this time." She said.

[goofyjelly]

And now, the moment no one has been waiting for...

The Adventurous Adventures of One Direction Fun Fact Template

as made by me ✨✨✨

this is for a very very VERY specific group of people and i recognize that lmao. but now you can write your own 1d fun facts! or just. any fun fact really. its not really explicitly for 1d. its more of a iykyk situation.