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twiceinadream · 4 years

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“The little things.”

Requested: Yup

Prompt: Rich girl Tzuyu meets poor, eccentric artist Chaeyoung when the younger girl stumbles into the underground bar where Chaeyoung works. Tzuyu is feeling lost and lonely after discovering her college friends were only talking to her because of her dad's money, but she finds in Chaeyoung a warm smile and an unlikely friend, and quickly finds herself falling for the other girl despite their differences as Chaeyoung shows her a world she's never known before.

a/u: This is one of my entries in the @girlcrushficexchange, the other one will be posted tomorrow. Thanks for all the love and support and I hope you enjoy!

Category: Fluff and Angst

Word count: 3.5k

Tzuyu couldn’t recall how it went down exactly. She remembers entering the café her friends and she would typically meet up at after classes on Friday had finished as they talked about their weekend plans or parties they had heard some frat or sorority was throwing. But in truth, the Taiwanese girl could care less about all of these, having enough of that when she was growing up surrounded by the socially elite back in Taiwan. Thanks to her family’s namesake and fortune, which she had to admit did have its perks. Especially when it came to the trust fund her parents had given to her before she left to study abroad, which gave her the luxury of affording nearly anything she needed or wanted. Which unfortunately for her, her “friends” noticed as well. Leading to the fall of Tzuyu’s social life in Korea.

She had been running late to meet up with her friends since her last class had run on a lot longer than usual, because their professor had arrived half an hour late due to traffic and poor time management on their part. But, that was then and an out of breath Tzuyu was now as she had jogged most of the way to the café to her small group of friends. She quietly opened the door to the shop so as to not disturb the quiet atmosphere that always seemed to hang in the air of the café as the smell of coffee grounds and fresh pastries began to fill Tzuyu’s nose. Causing her stomach to make the distinct sound of a whale mating call to signal that she hadn’t eaten since this morning and it was already late evening. She spotted her friends at their usual booth in the back corner, all of them huddled together as they talked quietly. Tzuyu slowly made her way over so as to not startle them when their conversation suddenly caught her attention.

“...a new club just opened downtown.” One of her friends said as she looked at the other two across from her.

“Yeah, but it’s expensive. We’re not getting in.” Another said, but the girl before just smiled.

“You’re forgetting, we have our own little ‘trust fund baby’. We’ll just get Tzuyu to pay like always. That’s why we keep her isn’t it.” The three girls laughed out loud. Completely oblivious to Tzuyu who was standing less than three feet away.

“W...what?” The laughter suddenly stopped as Tzuyu’s voice broke through the café, their heads turning to the Taiwanese girl as her eyes filled with hurt.

“Tzu, wait…” But their calls fell on deaf ears as Tzuyu ran out of the café and didn’t stop running. Her lungs and legs burned as she kept going, not stopping till she was as far away from her “friends” as her body would take her. When she finally stopped to catch her breath, she was shocked to see that she was surrounded by unfamiliar buildings and alleyways, as the sky began to darken and a light drizzle started to come down.

Tzuyu walked quickly as her hair began to dampen in the rain and her clothes became heavy with water, searching the neon signs for any open shop or store. Before settling on a bar closest to her as the light drizzle became a downpour. The first thing that greeted Tzuyu was the warmth of the bar as she used a hand to wipe away the tears and raindrops on her face before standing up straighter and walking further into the room. Happy to find it nearly empty, save for a few business looking men in suits probably enjoying some drinks after work, as she made her way past them to sit at the bar. Brushing a few wet strands of hair away from her face when a voice greeted her.

“Can I help you?” Tzuyu looked up at the sound of the voice as she took in the shorter girl’s appearance. She smiled kindly at her as the girl’s fingers absentmindedly tapped against the wood of the bar. The girl’s hair was cut short and was obviously dyed blonde, Tzuyu’s eyes continued from the girl’s hair down to where she spotted numerous tattoos littering the girl’s arms before the sound of a throat clearing caused Tzuyu’s attention to go back to the girl’s face. An amused smile played at her soft and kissable looking lips...wait what!? Tzuyu shook her head as she broke herself out of her trance as she met the shorter girl’s eyes, a dark blush taking over her cheeks as she cleared her throat.

“Sorry, what?” The girl just continued to smile as she shook her head playfully.

“I asked, ‘Can I help you?’.” Tzuyu was suddenly dumbstruck as she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Realizing that she had no idea what to order, she had never actually been to a bar by herself before. Usually relying on her “friends” to get something for her or just nursing a can of soda or a bottle of water the entire night. But, now that the moment finally came she was at a complete loss for words.

The Taiwanese native’s brows furrowed as she looked around the bar for a menu, only to come up empty as she gave the blonde girl a shy smile, “Um..do you recommend anything, Miss...uh?”

“Chaeyoung. Son Chaeyoung.” Chaeyoung said with a smile, “You?”

“Tzuyu. Chou Tzuyu.” Tzuyu returned Chaeyoung’s smile as the blonde nodded seemingly testing the sound of her name like wine.

“Tzuyu, huh. That’s a really beautiful name,” Chae’s eyes did a once over of the taller girl, “fitting for a beautiful girl like yourself.” She said with a wink, causing the Taiwanese girl to blush a deep shade of red that made the bartender laugh as she moved to make a drink for the girl. Which happened to just be a simple can of Sprite with a glass of ice, since Chaeyoung had been working as a bartender for a good while now and she had learned to have a sixth sense when it came to sensing people, and from what she could tell about the girl in front of her was that she basically filled two of her three categories for going to a bar.

After setting down the drink Chaeyoung took the bills that were handed to her, her brows raising at the amount she was given as she placed them in her apron pocket before turning back to Tzuyu as she poured some of the liquid out of the can and into the glass. Chae looked at her curiously, “What?” Was the first words out of the Taiwanese girl’s mouth, as Chaeyoung folded her arms on the bar as she looked at her.

“Are you okay?” The blonde asked sincerely, a look of genuine concern in her eyes.

But, Tzuyu just shrugged and brushed off the question with another question, “Why do you ask?”

“Well, since I’ve been bartending for quite some time now, I’ve learned there are three categories you could place people in when they come to a bar.” She held up her index, “One, sad.” She held up her index and middle, “Two, spoiled.” Finally she held up her index, middle, and ring, “ And three, looking to get laid.” The statement made Tzuyu raise an eyebrow at the shorter girl’s questionable rationale.

“So, you just go about making assumptions about your patrons?” That made Chaeyoung shrug as she moved to grab a glass and towel, cleaning it as she continued.

“Not always, but judging by your appearance and that you came to the bar at pretty much our dead hour, I’m gonna say you fall into categories one and two. So I’m gonna assume...daddy cut you off?” Chaeyoung’s horribly crude and specific assumption caused the brunette to scoff and cross her arms in offense.

Her tone was harsh as she spoke, “No. And what business do you have talking to me like this? You don’t know me or anything about me to make such outlandish assumptions about my life.” But, that didn’t seem to deter the blonde in the slightest as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, you read like an open book.” Chaeyoung’s voice had taken on a more arrogant tone that made Tzuyu huff in disapproval.

“I certainly do not.” This made Chae let out a sigh as she shook her head.

“Wanna bet?” Tzuyu didn’t respond, only raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow, practically daring the shorter girl to continue, “Fine.” Chaeyoung immediately reached into her apron pocket and pulled out the two bills she had been handed earlier and held them in front of Tzuyu's face, “You gave me ₩100,000 for a ₩12,000 drink, and you don’t look a day over eighteen.” This made the Taiwanese frown as she quickly snatched the money from Chaeyoung’s hands and opened her wallet, revealing more money than a typical college student would carry.

“So what? I can’t have ₩100,000 at the ready?” Chae just clicked her tongue.

“No, but, you didn’t seem to panic over the fact you gave me money I could have just easily pocketed and you probably wouldn’t have noticed it was missing.”

“Your point? That still doesn’t prove that your insistent insinuation that I’m ‘spoiled’ holds any ground.” But, that just made Chaeyoung roll her eyes again.

“Yeah, and I’m 160 cm.” The blonde said as she once again leaned against the bar, “So, really? What brings you here?” That single seemed like a key as all of Tzuyu’s struggles seemed to just open like flood gates. As she went on to talk about her childhood, which proved Chaeyoung’s suspicions about her being rich. And what it was like moving to Korea and how her “friends” had been just using her for her money. Leading to Chaeyoung sharing about some of her past as well, and how she’d been on her own since fifteen after her: parents, brother, and grandmother passed away in a car accident.

The conversation between the two flowed like a river as they talked for hours, not noticing how much time had gone by until the bar began to fill up with more people. Tzuyu finally realized how late it had gotten. Smiling sheepishly at Chaeyoung as she took out a pen from her purse, and discreetly wrote her number on a napkin before plucking out a few more bills as she handed it over to the blonde. As she got up from the bar, that was beginning to get more crowded. Waving to the shorter girl as she left, calling an Uber to her apartment when she heard her phone buzz in her purse.

Unknown Number

Hey, it’s Chaeyoung from

the bar. Text me when you

get home, so I know you’re

safe :)

The small gesture made Tzuyu smile as she sat back in the car, maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.

-1 Week Later-

After meeting at the bar, the two had been talking on and off for the past week, till Tzuyu finally mustered up the courage to invite Chaeyoung to her apartment to finally thank her for listening to her that night. Smiling as she got a resounding, ‘Yes!’ From the older girl, that she was...maybe, sorta, falling for.

Chaeyoung let out a low whistle as she took in the surrounding area of Tzuyu’s condo: brand new furniture, stainless steel appliances, floor to ceiling windows. The blonde shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips, “Money really can buy you anything.”

However, Chaeyoung’s little comment didn’t seem to sit well with Tzuyu as she crossed her arms, “That’s quite presumptuous, wouldn’t say? Assuming I just buy whatever I please.” But, Chaeyoung just shrugged as she turned to look at the brunette.

“Are you happy?” It was a simple question but Tzuyu couldn’t find it in herself to actually answer it. So she did what she did best and just deflected it.

“Well that’s very rude. You shouldn’t be asking me this.” But the blonde was persistent as she took a step closer.

“It’s a simple question. Are you happy or not?” That made the taller girl’s eyebrow raise in question as she eyed the shorter girl.

“This is not a suitable conversation we should be having.” The deflection just made Chaeyoung roll her eyes as she gripped her sketchbook a little harder.

“Why can’t you just answer the question?” That made Tzuyu scoff as she took a few steps away from the blonde.

“This is absurd. We are not having this conversation, we barely know each other and you are rude, uncouth, and unpresumptuous.” Tzuyu held out her hand for Chaeyoung to take as she began to shake it, “And I will be leaving now, Chaeyoung. Miss Son! It’s been a pleasure, I have sought out to thank you and I have thanked you.”

Chae smiled as Tzuyu kept shaking her hand, “And you’ve insulted me.” That made the Taiwanese girl scoff.

“Well you deserved it.” Chaeyoung just nodded as their hands were still joined in a hand shake.

“Right.”

However, their handshake continued, making the shorter girl bite back a smile, “I thought you were leaving?”

“Oh, I am.” Tzuyu said in a huff as she finally released their hands, “You are so annoying!” Turning on her heels as Chaeyoung let out a laugh behind her. Stopping her in her tracks as she turned around to face her once more, “Wait! I don’t have to leave, this is my house.” Tzuyu walked back to where she was standing next to the shorter girl as she pointed towards the door, “You leave!”

However that just made the blonde laugh, “Well, well, well.” Chae used her sketchbook to point at Tzuyu as she shook her head, “Now who’s being rude?” That caused the brunette to scoff as she grabbed the sketchbook out of Chaeyoung’s hand.

“What is this stupid thing you’re carrying around, anyways?” She opened the book that was littered with different sketches and doodles, “Are you an artist or something?” However as she flipped through more of the pages she couldn’t help but admire the work that she was holding, moving to sit on the arm of her couch. “They’re rather good.” When finally settled further into the seat she opened the book further, “They’re very good actually.” Tzuyu couldn’t help but look up to the Korean girl who was now sitting next to her, “This is exquisite work.”

Chaeyoung just shrugged, “Well, they didn’t seem to think much of it in old Paris.” The accent tinted French made Tzuyu smile as she looked at the art.

“You really do get around for a po…” Before she could finish the word she cut herself off as she gave Chaeyoung a shy smile.

Which made the older girl laugh, “It’s okay, you can say it. I’m a poor girl.” Tzuyu just shook her head as she continued to look through the blonde’s work.

“Where did you ever learn to draw like this?” The question was genuine as Chae just offered her a smile.

“If you’re free on Friday I could take you?” Tzuyu looked up in thought before nodding.

“Friday sounds perfect.”

-Friday-

The car ride there was pretty uneventful, considering Tzuyu had been asleep for most of it. Classes that week had been a thorn in her side since finals were that week and she was exhausted, not the Chaeyoung minded. The drive was calm and if letting the girl beside her relax was by her sleeping, that was perfectly okay in her book. And, well, Tzuyu was really pretty when she was sleeping. The longer she drove the high rises of the city began to fade away as they were taken over by the nearly forgotten villages near the outskirts of Seoul. The villages that Chaeyoung had drifted through growing up, where she truly found her passion. A soft smile came to her face as she pulled up to the entrance of an old night market, casting a look over to the sleeping girl before waking her up.

“Tzuyu. Hey, Tzuyu, we’re here.” Chaeyoung lightly shook the sleeping girl till her eyes slowly opened, brown meeting brown in an intense stare before the blonde quickly looked away blushing slightly. “Anyways, we’re here.” The artist pointed out the window towards the opening of a sprawling market of tents. The sight took Tzuyu by surprise as she marveled at the lights and smell that greeted her as she opened the door. A fond smile seemed to grow on Chaeyoung’s face as she looked at the market, “You asked where I learned how to draw, so I decided that I’d bring you there. But, I also thought, might as well show you the little things here too.” The artist winked as she began walking into the opening of the market, with Tzuyu close on her heels.

The pair had barely made it a few steps in when Chaeyoung was already bum rushed by a small army of children who pulled at her arms as she knelt on the ground, bringing them into a hug as they all began talking at once. Making her hold out her hands as she let out a laugh, “One at a time, one at a time.” The children all frowned but that didn’t last long when their attention was drawn to Tzuyu who was standing awkwardly behind Chaeyoung. Their eyes lighting up as they began talking amongst themselves.

“Who’s she?”

“She looks like a Princess.”

“I wanna marry her.”

“Is she a giant?”

Among other things, Chae stood up and looked to Tzuyu before grabbing her hand and leading her to kneel on the ground so she didn’t look so intimidating to the kids, “This is Tzuyu.” The kids looked at her stunned silence, they had never heard of a name like that before.

“Where are you from?” A little girl asked her.

The sincerity of the question made her smile as she replied, “I’m from Taiwan.” The kids seemed to look at her in even more awe that she’s a foreigner and once again began talking over each other as they bombarded Tzuyu with question upon question that Chae put a stop to.

“Guys! I’m sure Tzuyu would love to answer all your questions, but right now I want to show her around, okay?” A chorus of, “Awws.” seemed to follow Chaeyoung’s words as she helped Tzuyu stand. As they waved bye to the kids as they ventured further into the market. Each stall they passed seemed to be filled with something new, whether it be art or food, it was like nothing Tzuyu had ever experienced before. And frankly, she loved it. Along the way, Tzuyu couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had happened but her and Chaeyoung’s hands had intertwined as they continued their journey. Stopping at a good vendor that the blonde had claimed had the best tteokbokki in the world. After they placed their order Tzuyu was about to let go of Chae’s hand so she could get her purse but the artist put a hand on her bag as she smiled, “Tonight’s on me.”

After having the best tteokbokki the brunette had ever had they finally made their way out to the far side of the market that looked over a canal that Tzuyu soon realized was littered with street art all along its walls. The art style hauntingly similar to the one of the blonde’s.

“And this is where it all started.” Chae held out her arm in a sweeping motion as she emphasized the art before them, a smile growing on Tzuyu’s face as she looked down into the canal. The moon reflecting perfectly on the water as she looked on in wonder, it truly was beautiful. Much like her companion who she realized was now staring at her. Which caused the blonde to blush as she quickly averted her eyes, “Thanks for coming with today, Tzu. I had a lot of fun and it was nice getting to show you the little things in life that really make the world go round.”

The brunette returned her smile as their eyes once again met, “I think I could get used to the little things.” Chaeyoung didn’t miss the smirk that was playing at the taller girl’s lips as she scowled.

“Really, Tzumong? I compliment you and you make a short joke.” The outburst caused the Taiwanese native to laugh out loud as she pulled Chaeyoung closer to her. Leaning down ever so slightly.

“You’re ruining the moment Chaengie.” The blonde just rolled her eyes as she pulled Tzuyu in close.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Tzuyu couldn’t help but smile as she pulled her in, their lips connecting in a kiss. She couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as a final thought crossed her mind.

‘I think I’m really starting to like the little thing.”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years

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Fallen Idols: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,811

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Yahtzee,” Sam grinned.

“What is it?” you asked with your head on Dean’s shoulder as he messed with his laptop. Sam wanted him to do some research, but he was playing an internet game secretly.

“The seeds aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country. They’re from Eastern Europe from a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, thirty years ago. Apparently, local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite forms and feed from his worshipers. He could only be appeased with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with the seeds.”

“Okay, so how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?” you wondered as you got up from the bed.

“Hm. It's as good a guess as any.”

“Yeah, well, whatever. How do we kill him?” Dean asked the important question.

“Says here to chop off his head with an iron axe.”

“All right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton,” he said with the most serious face he could muster up.

Being back at the wax museum was mortifying, but there was a teenage girl’s life on the line. A flashlight was in one hand while you tiptoed through the museum, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Sam and Dean split up in different directions until you heard Sam whistle for you and Dean to join him. Walking over to the tallest Winchester, you noticed two signs on the door which might be where Leshi is. “CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS” and “DANGER DO NOT ENTER” hung on the door. Rolling your eyes, you broke the latch with your magic before entering the place. Dean had the axe ready to use in case Paris Hilton does show up.

The room was decorated to be like a clearing in the woods with a path leading up the middle to a white house with a wax figure of a man in a suit standing on the front porch. Upon entering, you noticed a woman tied to one of the trees, and you knew it must be Danielle. Pushing past the brothers, you barely made it to the girl before the axe in Dean’s hand went flying into the trunk of another nearby tree.

Leshi appeared behind Dean with a wicked smile before punching him multiple times in the face which caused him to crumble to the ground.

“Go help. I got her,” you whispered to Sam who rushed over to help.

Leshi flipped her hair as you worked the girls’ binds. Leshi shoved Sam as hard as she could into the post of the fake house, effectively knocking him out.

“Awesome,” she grinned.

She raised her stiletto-clad foot and stomped on Dean’s face which knocked him out. She finally turned to you with an evil smile.

“I don’t think so,” she declared as she raised her hand to use her powers to send your head flying into the tree that the girl was tied to.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you collapsed in darkness.

The sound of metal sliding against metal is what woke you up. The ground is what you saw first, and you realized from the restraints on your hands was that you were tied just like the young woman. Sam and Dean woke up not too long after you, and Leshi grinned when she realized you three were awake.

“Oh, I'm so glad you're awake for this. This is gonna be huge.”

“Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it,” Dean grumbled.

He looked over at you just as your eyes flashed blue to let him know you were going to get the ropes untied before doing the same to his and Sam’s.

“I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So, it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change,” she grinned as she filed her nails against the carving knife she had in her hands which was causing sparks.

“Just like the good old days, huh?”

“You have no idea. People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces.”

“Yeah, I guess these days nobody gives a flying shit about some backwoods forest god, huh?” Dean snapped, and Leshi stopped filing her nails with a threatening glare.

“No, not since they cut down my forest and built a Yugo plant.”

“March of progress, sister,” he chuckled. Focusing all of your attention to the binds, you felt your magic dance around your wrist as they began to untie the ropes to set you free.

“For years now, I've been wandering, hungry, and scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy. But then, the best thing ever happened. Someone tripped the apocalypse, and I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So, I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door.”

“Yeah. But they're not your fans,” Sam tried to reason.

“So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton... whatever. I'll take what I can get.”

“You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first God we've met, but you are... the nuttiest,” Dean chuckled. Your binds were loose enough so they fell, and you kept your hands where they were to keep up with the illusion that you were still bound before shooting your magic over to Dean’s wrist secretly to have his binds untied.

“No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones. You used to worship Gods. But this? This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans? You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly.”

“I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself,” Dean smirked with a wink as his binds fell to the ground. He kept his hands here as well just as your magic bounced from his wrist to Sam’s.

“Maybe,” she stalked over to Dean, “but... there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh... you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never even seen House of Wax.”

“No. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?” she smirked and walked over to the axe she threw into the tree earlier. “And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up.”

“Not today, bitch,” you grinned as your eyes flashed a bright blue.

She turned around just as a ball of blue magic hit her square in the face. She stumbled a bit from the impact, and Dean raced at her before tackling her to the ground. The binds on Sam’s wrists snapped, and he wasted no time in rushing over to the axe before yanking it out of the tree. Leshi punched Dean before you sent another ball of magic straight to her chest which knocked her off your boyfriend. She groaned as her healed lolled on the ground seconds before Sam brought the axe down on her neck… again… and again… and again… and then a final time. Her head rolled off to the side as blood poured from her body.

Panting, you looked over at Danielle who moaned in pain. Rushing over to her, you placed your fingers at her neck to search for a pulse. It was barely there, but there nonetheless.

“She’s alive. Barely, but still.”

“Not a word,” Dean groaned as he pointed a finger at his brother who had blood sprayed over half of his face.

“Dude. You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!”

“Shut up,” Dean groaned in pain.

After the motel was packed and cleaned out, you and the brothers left with your bags slung over your shoulders as Dean hung up the phone.

“That was Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be all right. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that, she’s going to be okay.”

“Glad to hear it,” you nodded.

“It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton. That ought to be good,” he laughed as he took out his keys and opened the trunk of the car. Putting your bags inside with the boys’, Dean sighed as he looked at his brother.

“Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you. Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal.”

“You didn't know.”

“Yeah, well, neither did you.”

“I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most,” you sighed. Even though you had nothing to do with the apocalypse, you still had guilt for shutting Sam out when he needed you the most.

“I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith.”

“And start the apocalypse.”

“Which neither of us saw coming, I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing? Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you. So, for that I'm sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you added.

“Thanks,” Sam nodded as Dean closed the trunk.

“So, where do we go from here?” Dean asked.

“The way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this. Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael and Y/N with Amara, maybe there's no changing that. But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting.”

“That we can do,” you grinned.

“Okay. But we're gonna have to do it on the same level.”

“You got it,” Dean agreed. “I say we get the hell outta here.”

“Yes, please,” you nodded. Sam and Dean were about to go their respective ways when Deans topped his brother with a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you wanna drive?” Dean offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I could, uh... I could use a nap.”

“Hell shot gun!” you grinned before rushing to the front of the car. Both brothers laughed at this before Sam took the keys from his hand. Everyone got into the car before Sam started it and drove off.

“Next time, I’m driving,” you declared.

“Keep dreaming, sweetheart,” Dean grinned teasingly.

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neirawrites · 4 years

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I was a Twihard in high school. Then I was a Twilight hater. In 2018, I decided to reread the first book, to see for myself on which side I belonged. I wrote my thoughts as I read, in multiple parts, but on my main blog, so I thought I might share them on my writeblr too, because I kinda had fun with it.

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I’m actually kinda into it. Yeah, there are a many issues every article on editing tells you to fix (filter words, -ing verbs and things like that), but i feel it. I don’t know what it is, but it’s there.

Bella isn’t that bad of a protagonist. Nothing too spectacular, but she’s fine. She is depressed, self sacrificing and hides her feelings, but also a lot more self aware than i though she would be(like when she notices mike, my son, likes her). She’s a typical teenage girl, the introverted type, way into reading. there’s nothing wrong with that.

I don’t know why i remember Edward being a draco in leather pants,but he’s also fine for now. mysterious and handsome and a bit weird. The first real conversation they have, he’s polite and nice and charming. I expected him to be a dick for like 150 pages at least.

Pages 50-100

I’m still really into it.

Yeah,Edward kinda ghosts her/gaslights her after the whole van incident, but with the benefit of hindsight,i kinda get it. It’s a wonder he didn’t pick up his entire family and moved to Alaska again. I also get her mood during that time and I've been there so i feel ya,Bella,it’s not your fault.

And yeah, Bella gets invited to the dance by three different guys and it’s all kinds of fan fic-y, but the fact she turns them down furthers my belief she’s wake up married to Edward in like a few years and realize she would rather be with Rosalie (a solid choice, might i add).

Edward’s really pushy, especially when it comes to the scene after she faints. like, let her go, you jerk, she can drive herself, but he’s more weird than he’s a jerk and i think that was intentional.

A big surprise was the line “what if i’m not the hero, what if i’m the bad guy?” which isn’t this super cheesy, extra dramatic sentence but a jokey joke told with a laugh. actually, that whole conversation in the cafeteria where she tries to guess what he is is gold and don’t try to tell me otherwise.

I’m reading her interests in him as less of a romantic thing, and more of frustration at his behavior,like she would still be fascinated by him if he wasn’t so hot because he’s just so weird (but being hot is definitely a plus).

Plot? What plot?

Still, while the flaws are there, i’m still enjoying it very much.

Pages 100-150

Is Stephanie Meyer into anime? Cuz she wrote a harem light novel,that’s what she did and that’s how i’ll read it from now on and have more fun doing it. (Might make a post elaborating on this further).

All this to say that we got to Jacob. Not gonna lie, I kinda forgot about him. He seems like a nice kid and i’m glad Bella has some positive interaction. Team jacoj 4 life (jk,man,i was team jasper in high school which is in retrospect very weird of me). I know he becomes a friend-zoned dudebro later, but for now, he’s fine.

Meyer, lady, you’re winning me over as a half hearted defender of your work, but why are the girls so bitchy? Yeah,i know, bitchy girls exist in real life, especially in high schools,but girls are our friends and we need more positive female on female interactions. Just my personal preference, I guess.

Things are getting interesting. Bella’s dreaming weird dreams (just fyi, not a big fan of dream scenes in general), she’s googling like crazy and we’re going to Port Angeles.

I never felt she has any sort of affection for Angela or Jessica who seem really nice and have done nothing wrong. Like loosen up Bella, give them a chance. I know, depression makes you into a bitch sometimes, but it would warm me up to her character if she was a little more affectionate with people around her.

That whole scene where she almost gets at best beaten up and mugged and at worst raped and killed is… not my favorite part of the whole thing. I get what Meyer needed to do, to have her be saved by Edward, but there must have been a better way to go about it. What do I know? I’m the queen of forced plot contrivances. I do like their conversation at the restaurant (again, why do we hate the female waitress, Steph?). I don’t know why, I expected Edward to be mad at Bella for what happened to her and he seems genuinely concerned and his anger feels… human. Some of his actions, however, do not.

He stalked her which is weird and creepy and I hate it. Don’t stalk people, Edward. most of us don’t like it. you’re lucky Bella’s a weirdo.

150-200

I kinda love how ok she’s with the whole vampire thing. she’s just “well, this kid i barely know told me a scary story, so i guess the guy from school is a vampire. it be like that sometimes.” my first assumption would be it’s all an elaborate prank to make fun of me (i have some deep seeded trust issues origins of which remain unknown). and he’s waaay to quick to confirm her suspicions. I think there’s an explanation in the part of midnight sun that got leaked, but that was like a century ago.

I would criticize her for being ride or die with Edward so fast, falling in love with him so quickly, but i exchanged like 5 sentences with a cute girl last night and a part of is ready to propose based on the artiness of her instagam, so who the eff am i to judge?

and i get why he’s fascinated with her. she’s the only one he can’t read.

why? i don’t think that question ever gets a good enough answer, but it’s a fictional story about a girl falling in love with a sparky vampire. i’m not here for complex science or detailed explanations.

he seems waaay too protective of her. She’s a big girl, Ed, she can take care of herself. It’s actually kinda annoying. i dislike how he treats like a child a lot of the time. he seems pretty condescending. also, if he broke her car, i’m taking back everything nice i said about him.

ok, let me finally address bella’s biggest character flaw, her clumsiness. i mean, i get why she has it but Meyer goes a bit too hard on it. i’m clumsy, i really am, full of bruises, always bumping into things, but Bella can’t walk 20 meters without tripping. i guess i’m just glad she becomes a vampire in the book four, otherwise the book five would have been about her struggles when she’s diagnosed with a stage four inoperable brain tumor that’s been mesing with her sense of balance and the whole things turns into a weird version of the fault in our starts.

if i were writing it i would focus on her trust issues and being unable to form real bonds with other people as her main flaw, maybe even use it to try and justify the whole thing with the mind Edward can’t read. Like, she’s too different in a way that makes her unable to connect even on a basic level, like that one Blue whale that sings at a different frequency than all the others. Idk,i write pulpy sci fi. but it’s easy to be a general after the battle.

we got to the two infamous lines:

how are you? 17. how long have you been 17? is another line that’s more jokey than i though it would be, but also the most realistic piece of dialogue in this book. i would so ask the same thing.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, this paragraph has been memed to death. Second, there was a part of me-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that would know every word of it till the day i died. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in like with it.

200-300

Not gonna lie, the whole part where he goes around asking her questions he is legitimately interested in knowing the answers to is at the same time my kinkiest fantasy and my deepest fear. like, yaaas, daddy, get to know me on the personal level and don’t be turn off by the fact i’m a tabula rasa.

We got to the infamous meadow scene and Bella is sooo horny on main for that vampire stake it’s actually kinda funny. She gets so effing into it she faints. I fucking love this girl. Go get that adonis dick, Bella, you deserve it.

I don’t mind vampires sparkle.i mean,it’s lame and fanfic-y but in Bosnia we have the lampires so vampires are creatures with a high dose of plasticity. i don’t know why that was like the worst thing anyone has ever done to the vampires. They are kinda too strong and could use a real weakness tho.

So the lion fell in love with the lamb is kind of another joke. Also, this is the skin of a killer is sadly just in the movie.

I do have the feeling he likes the project that he sees in Bella more than the real girl,but ok. Also stop nagging her. He watches her sleep. What a creep. I don’t know why, but the fact that he’s a vampire who doesn’t have to sleep makes it kinda less creepy for me. I don’t know why.

But “if i could dream at all i would be about you,” is the kind of ultracheese i can get behind. they are both such teenagers and i kinda looooove it.

Also non of the boys were her type is such a lesbian excuse. I feel ya Bella, i feel ya. I hope you discover your gayness after the end of breaking dawn.

We meet the cullens and every single one of them has a backstory like 528 times more interesting than Edward. i need novels about them, all of them ffs. it would be so cool. but, one of my favorite oc’s Errien Lark gets like 30 lines in the whole book so i can only be as harsh on Meyer as on myself (which is to say a lot. neither of us deserve these characters, honestly)

This book would have been more interesting if Bella fell in love in any other cullen. Like, Bella and Alice, Bella and jasper (Bella and Jasper and Alice. Sorry, i’m into solving love triangles with ot3s).Bella and Rosalie, Calilise, Esme, even Emmett, who i remember as mike of the vampires, but it’s been a decade.

300 pages in and plot is yet to happen, but it’s ok. we have the vampire baseball next.

the last part.

get your hot takes! hot takes right here

I kinda like billy. He seems like a nice guy. Also billy/charlie as my new otp.

“The beautiful one,the godlike one.” Bella, you are such a teen.

The less fucks she has about him being an all powerful ancient creature of the night who can murder her in a heartbeat, the funnier it is. She is just soo casual about it. Comedy gold, i tell ya. i mean, this is actually part of the narrative, Edward comments on it, meyer knows what she wrote.

Ed,maybe is you stopped saying she smells good, you would be better at not thinking about her as food. Mind over matter. Just a thought. Maybe i misjudged his virgin ass. Maybe ed the incel actually fell in love with her. Or at least what he thinks is love since they’ve been dating for like two days (look who’s talking?the girl who reads any sign of affection as a statement of love and then gets disappointed).

“Emmett could never be compared to a gazelle”. That’s sexist steph. Emmett, honey, you are as gracious as you want to be.

Also a big yaaaas on the whole concept of vampire baseball. we needed more of it.

Plot! Plot! Plot! Plot! Plot!

We have encountered plot. Only 320 pages in. three bad vampires came into town.

Story time: when i was in high school, all like 20 of us in out class were really, really into twilight (dudes included). we quoted it all the time but the height of comedy happened when someone brought their friend from another school to out class and someone else was like “you brought a snack” and a meme was born to be quoted endlessly for months. it was actually kinda fun. and probably very annoying for anyone who wasn’t into twilight.

Also, any development? Backstory? Motivations other than for the hell of it for out boi James and his ginger girlfriend? come on, it wouldn’t even be that hard. Also, some foreshadowing? There was like one line before. This is a legitimate criticism. it’s kinda shitty writing and a wasted opportunity.

Edward is being a dick again. I get he’s scared but her dad could die. Or maybe they’ll trun him into a vampire too (charlie/Edward? Think about it). But they all call him out on it which is nice. Bella’s plan isn’t bad, but “let me go charlie” is the straight up coldest thing i have read in a long time. it’s supposed to be, this isn’t criticism, just stating the obvious. But she showed like an inclining of love for her dad who has been nothing but nice all this time. Yeeey, she’s not a robot.

“It was the best idea. Of course it was mine” . Yaas, queen, you’re not that much of a doormat; take that credit.

i would do something to foreshadow the ballet studio thing in the first half of the book. at least, have Bella or Charlie looking at pictures from her recital, just to intricate it to the plot a bit more.

Ok, now i remember why i was team jasper. He is so effing nice. And he would be awesome for my depression. Neira/Alice/jasper, i ship it.

i’m kinda digging the explanations of how vampires work and the whole venom thing. They are still op af and need to be nerfed, but i wanna be one.

Of course, he used the mom. She’s like the only person bella actually cares about. She falls for it. i would probably fall too, but i’m dumb.

the fact that james hunted Alice is a nice and a very much needed twist. it did catch me of guard. i would be more mad he’s a bad guy monologing, but i can only introduce stones to my own glass houses.

Bella’s now more into the idea of being a vampire than into Edward and i’m living for it. she’s going to use him for his venom and a baby and run off with rosalie.

“and how many times did she fall our of a window?” (yes, that is a Sherlock reference in the year 2018 of our lord. maybe i should do that for my next project. should i wait a few more years?)

her mom is not worried enough, honestly. my mom would be freaking out. but my mom has anxiety issues, so idk… (i couldn’t get her smooth hairless legs, or her blue eyes but i got that gene. thanks, i guess) .

“And i have a couple of girlfriends” now that’s a novel i want to read but i guess i’ll have to write the lesbian twilight myself.

“I want to be superman too”. yeeees, finally, kristen steward in the role of superman casting of the century. you would all watch it and love it, and you know it.

Charlie doesn’t deserve this shit. when will he retire with his husband billy in their cabin where they can fish all day.

“Do you want me to bolt the door so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?“ Are we sure she hasn’t been a vampire from day one?

Jacob is a sweetie (for now) just putting that out there.

Edward is kinda being unreasonable. being a vampire in your universe isn’t that bad.

Aaaaw, and that’s a wrap.

i actually kinda digged it. it’s nothing special, but i read these last 150 pages in one sitting. my main issues are writing oriented. very little foreshadowing, many filter words and things like that, but i guess if you aren’t that into writing, you might not even notice more of that.

it’s not the death of literature, it’s not the worst love story ever told. it’s just a silly and mostly harmless wish fulfillment novel.

edward can be a controlling and condescending prick but he gets called out on it very often. it’s not like meyer is completely oblivious to what she’s writing. and even tho he’s 100, i guess they are all mostly stuck mentally at the age when they were turned. or at least that’s how it seems to me. bella is kind of a bitch to everyone who’s not a vampire and she’s never called out on it, there’s a glimpse of change in the epilogue, but i don’t think meyer really considered it a character flaw. which is a shame, as it could have made for an interesting character. all the vampires have stories i would rather read about, as i said before, but what can ya do? that’s what’s fanfics are for.

i may write more of cohesive thought on it when it settles in my brain, but first, i need to watch the movie. i have a hypothesis i need to test.

but i don’t regret doing this. it was kinda fun and now i’m no longer ashamed of my twihard phrase. i could have done worse, as far as teen phases go.

Someone should like write a fanfic, but Edward is not a vampire, but a rich guy. And he’s into some hard core spanky business. And they should take all the problematic elements and just crank them up to 11. And add a looot of sex. I bet they could make millions.

Tho, honestly, how can you read twilight and not make bella the kinky dom? you fundamentally misunderstood the story. for shame

#twilight #stephanie meyer #the midnight sun #edward cullen #bella swan #long post

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def-jaybnowhr · 6 years

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Just GOT7 Things: Part 2

I know I’m still forgetting things, but listen: it’s not my fault they’re all outrageously outrageous. I’m sure I’ll think of more and there will be a part three. rip.

Part 1

Jackson Wang Things:

- forgot he was in a dress and bent over - Jackson! With! Kids! - won’t let his production team live (”we have food today so they couldn’t afford drinks”) - will date anyone if they like each other (after his contract is up, of course) - “are you from China?” “yes” “are you sure?” “...YES” - breaks the ASC set - once threw his fancy watch in the dirt because Jinyoung gave him one as a gift - curses a Lot - “why are you so daddy” - So Thankful to his mom for raising him as best she could (he cried, I cried) - can actually be serious when he wants to be - which is a rare occasion - Cutoff Tees - Remember The One-Sleeve Look? Iconic. - shouldn’t fall asleep while getting a haircut

Park Jinyoung Things:

- would betray the members for one (1) corn chip - wants to kill the members (except JB) 98% of the time (especially Yugyeom) - you ever heard of Big Dick Energy? (see The King performance) - always watching, always judging - pretends he’s normal - does a lot of weird shit - will probably have a giant flower garden at some point - high notes - gets embarrassed performing old JJP songs - still having fun tho (I see you) - can pop his eyeball out of the socket - Pushups - definitely ripped under that dress shirt and cardigan - shy with fanboys (remember that ONE)

Mark Tuan Things:

- yelled at BamBam for wanting to give Youngjae cucumbers because “that’s mean” and “he could die!” - youtube, sns, youtube (but he’s already watched everything), sns (but he’s already seen everything), back to sleep - nicknamed “Little Cock” by his family because he was born in the year of the rooster (”Little Rooster” - don’t be nasty, ya nasties) - sporty boi - used to be hella tan before going to Korea because Cali beaches - Quiet™ - shady af - probably would trade the whole group for a good meal or a vacation, tbh - he’s either annoying WITH yugbam or being annoyed BY yugbam - loves his members highkey - clingy - he’s just a smol

Kim Yugyeom Things:

- “wow, so ah-mazing” - close friends with Jungkook (BTS) - the worst at bird noises - why are you acting like a dog, Yugyeom? - “majimakcheoreom” - will he ever stop yelling? probably not. - embarrasses himself but still does the embarrassing things - started reading more after hanging out with Jaebum and Jinyoung - TATTOOS - went bowling with Jungkook (who is a pro; Yugyeom probably lost) - filmed himself in the shower - cries when he gets pranked - which is a lot - probably cries during movies, too - he’s just a softy - “jJ pRoJeCt” - admitted he’s an idiot

BamBam Things:

- flirts with fans on twitter - met his idol, G-Dragon - said he wanted to give Youngjae cucumbers even tho he’s allergic - Moose™ - king of girl group dances - the sausage commercial pose (you know what I’m talking about) - the Best at bird noises - embarrasses himself - and everyone else - the best at the bottle toss game - the next BigBang (look out, Seungri, he’s coming for your brand) - does convulsing on the ground count as dancing? - dyed his hair white again (with purple/pink tints) because he wants me to die - was originally going to debut with Stray Kids - the thottiest thot - why does he always sound like a dying whale? - probably actually really smart - under all that meme - troll - you ever heard of Big Dick Energy? (see The King performance) - says his legs are useful because everyone uses chopstick (I hate him) - wants to work at a zoo - “do moose really walk in the street?” - called a giraffe by Jackson

Im Jaebum Things:

- says he doesn’t like certain foods and then proceeds to eat them - loves chicken more than life - always hurting himself - “and then . . . EAT” - according to the personality/compatibility test he took with Yoo Youngjae, he needs to be told when he does something well (which leads me to think he’s the one with the “good boy”/praise kink, let’s be honest here) - missing a whole ass tooth (and yes, it’s painful) - dork - sucks at rock, paper, scissors - the worst at the bottle toss game - taught the foreign members curse words - curses a lot - So Offended when Yugyeom accidentally called him without honorifics - reprimanded by his dad for flirting with fans - secondhand embarrassment is a part of his daily life - the Best eyebrows - cats over people - won’t show fans his room because he wants something to be private in his life (I get that, my guy) - pinned a fan against the wall once (wish it was me) (I would be super dead) - wants piercings (is trying to kill me) - said he doesn’t care what people think (same, I love) - Cooks™ - awkward - could probably kick ass if he wanted, but is a soft boi - looks hot in a dress - went on a date with Choi Youngjae and sang dirty songs - teases fans a lot (he’s a little shit) - watches over fans; saw a fan passing out at their show and didn’t stop until he got them help - a fuckin’ loser (in the best way) - keeps the group on task and focused (most of the time) - used to have anger issues, but chooses to talk about things these days - sees through pranks

Choi Youngjae Things:

- highkey allergic to cucumbers - “hello, my name is Youngjae” - you’re doing amazing, sweetie - laughs just like his sister (everyone was shook) - knows he can get away with anything - Humble™ - likes to hold the fans’ hands at fansigns - softest boi - once tried to get a heart back from a random family outside for like 15 minutes (he’s so cute) - gets offended when you say he’s not pure - Supreme - lives with his brother (does he also have the Laugh?) - and Coco, of course - his laugh makes the world go ‘round - “i don’t like it!” - tricked Jaebum into doing aegyon on Ask In A Box - tattoos - has literally never done anything bad ever - wants to be a husband who makes his wife laugh a lot - a baby

GOT7 Things:

- *whispers: jyp - spoiler7 - “do you miss us?” “no” - WASABIII~~~~~ - savage7 - literally all love the fans so much - Thots™ - LOUD - PIZZAAA~~~~ - interviewers typically say, “it’s tiring with GOT7″ - “ling ling ling ling” - basically admitted they don’t like Never Ever (written by JYP) - seriously, does anyone ever know what they’re doing? - AmeriThaiKong - adds “in bed” to every song title to make it dirty - Inappropriate™ - they. eat. so. loud. (it kills me) - always go to their disabled fans who can’t come to them - watch out for their fans at shows - can make anything sexual - hand out the cell phones thrown on stage to their owners - shouldn’t have sugar - take selcas with fans while performing - meme7 - always look out for each other - but also are all Rats™ - love In-N-Out - make a million versions of EVERY dance practice just to be memes - literally walked into a fancy restaurant and announced themselves (loudly) - but then signed autographs and took pictures with fans - knee dabs - “i’m out!”

#got7 #just got7 things #im jaebum #lim jaebeom #jb #defsoul #ars #choi youngjae #kyum #kim yugyeom #jackson wang #mark tuan #bambam #kunpimook bhuwakul #park jinyoung #why do i stan them #idk #stan talent stan got7

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dogwitchcity · 4 years

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bughead-fic-request · 7 years

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I would like to thank @leaalda for making these amazing banners.

This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @allskynostars work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

The can find them on my tumblr; https://allskynostars.tumblr.com/tagged/allskynostars-fics or on AO3; http://archiveofourown.org/users/allskynostars/pseuds/allskynostars/works

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Jenna, I am 23 (24 in a couple of weeks!). I have 3 brothers.. It's been a struggle haha. I was born in London, my parents and I moved to New Zealand when I was 6 months old. And just two months ago I moved back to London with my boyfriend. I've written a few fics, and have just finished my first multi chapter Ever Since New York. I am currently unemployed, but looking for Pharmacy work as that's what I did at home and would like to continue.

3. What do you never leave home without?

My phone! And keys.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl, 100000%. I suck at mornings.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

Maaan, probably Middle Earth. Like I would kill to be an elf and shack up with Legolas. Or Thranduil, keep it in the family yunno. Or the Harry Potter universe because magic? Yes.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

I've 'met' a whole heap, like I've paid at cons and things to meet Aidan Turner, Dean O'Gorman, Andrew Scott, Karen Gillan. I went to the Age of Ultron prem when I was in London last time and got photos/signatures with Mark Ruffalo (ultimate fav), Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Aaron Taylor Johnson. I got Robert Downey Jrs autograph but no photo. But just by chance without planning too I met Jenna Coleman. We were visiting my family in Wales and just so happened to drive past during filming. Didn't quite get to meet Peter Capaldi though. And then I was in London last time, me and my best friend walked into Jamie Campbell Bower in the street. The story Is actually so cool but I feel like this answer is long enough hahah.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Movies: Eternal Sunshine, Only Lovers Left Alive, Big Daddy (my go to movie when I'm sad, I love Adam Sandler). I always struggle to answer this because after I think of one I should have mentioned! Shutter Island.

TV Shows: There are far too many but right now Riverdale, obviously. And I just smashed through Brooklyn 99. The OC, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, SOA, Friends, Being Human, the list goes on...

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

SO my first favourite and was Panic! At The Disco. Then My Chemical Romance took over my life. Now I'm into The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Bastille, Hozier, Tom Odell, James Bay, Ed Sheeran. Thanks to my Dad I love Alanis Morrissette and Radiohead. Thanks to my Mum I have a soft spot for Robbie Williams. My music taste is diverse so I listen to a lot of rap. I'll defend Kanye West to my dying breath, I really like Post Malone at the moment too. It chops and changes so so much. Also I've seen One Direction 4 times so judge as you will, ahaha.

9. Favorite Books?

Pretty generic, really. Harry Potter series, LOTR, The Mortal Instruments series and all that go with it. Fault In Our Stars, All The Bright Places, Lovely Bones.

10. Favorite Food?

I love Mexican food.

11. Biggest pet peeve?

Sidewalk Hoggers who walk SO SLOW.

12. What did you want to be when you were little? What do you want to be now?

I always wanted to sing or act, but seeing as I can do neither.. I always wanted to work in the entertainment industry and sometimes still do, like behind the scenes. Maybe in Media. But for now I love working in Pharmacy and want to train to become a Pharmacy Tech.

13. What are your biggest fears? Do you have any strange fears?

I don't have many fears, I have no issue with the dark or heights or anything like that. I HATE bugs, like any kind of insect or creepy crawly, just no. Sometimes even butterflies irk me.

And as far as strange fears, everyone always looks at me weird when I say this, I have a fear of whales.. Like I don't like the ocean or fish, sharks etc, but I can handle it. But whales? No. I get goosebumps and feel like my throat closes up when I look at them. I think it's to do with their sheer size and power. I don't even know why but I just, I can't.

14. When you are on your deathbed what would be the one you’d regret not doing?

Seeing the world.

Okay... lets talk about your writing!

15. Which is your favorite of the fics you've written for the Bughead fandom?

Probably Who She Was, How She Loved. It was only a one shot, and it hurt like hell to write, but it seemed to get a reaction from everyone who read it and that's what we write for, right? I don't even know where I pulled that fic from, but I really love it. It feels real.

16. Which was the hardest to write, in terms of plot?

Ever Since New York, just to keep it going. I didn't want to drag it out too much, but it needed a fair amount of content. So I struggled at the end there.

17. How do you come up with the ideas for you fic(s)? Do you people watch? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?

A lot of it definitely comes from music. Like, if the lyrics to a song resonate with me I always think of a story to go with it. Always, even if I have no intention of writing it. I also pull inspiration from certain movies and things, but it is definitely music at the forefront.

18. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

I really love the idea of room mate fics, I haven't actually tried though. Maybe I could do it.

19. Least favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

I only posted the last chapter of ESNY the other day, and the response has been good, but I'm still not happy with it. I couldn't even read it over. I don't really know what my problem is, I guess I just felt it was very anti-climatic.

20. Favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

In my fic And Then? There's a scene where Betty & Jug are in the ocean yelling, and I really loved that moment.

21.Favorite character to write?

Jughead. Always. He has layers...

22. Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you've written?

Dark. Brown. Not round, more sleek. The complete opposite of the girl who's face was flashing through Jughead’s mind at this very moment. Which he knew, of course he did. That's why he had picked her. With her dark head of hair, and her dark eyes, he would never have to be reminded of the one he was missing.

Except for the fact that he saw Betty Cooper in everything. And everyone.

23. Best comment/review you’ve ever received?

Every comment someone goes out of their way to write about something I've spent time on is amazing. I think it always makes me smile though when they say they can see it all happening as they read. And you know, making them cry when they say fanfic never makes them cry.

24. How do you handle bad reviews or comments?

I haven't been 'lucky' enough to have to deal with this, yet. But I think I would just ignore and delete the comment. Who needs that negativity.

25. If you could change anything in any of your stories, what would it be?

I think I would have included more characters in Ever Since New York, like Archie etc.

26. What is your favorite story you’ve ever written? Any fandom?

I've only ever written for the Bughead fandom, but my favourite is Who She Was purely for the emotions. I'm a sucker for emotions.

27. What are you reading right now? Both fan fiction and general fiction?

I have 51 bookmarks on AO3. So I am reading basically everything right now haha. But in terms of general fiction, I haven't read anything in a while and I need too.

28. Do you have an advice for writers that want to get into this fandom but might be scared?

As typical as it sounds, just do it. I was so nervous, but this fandom is hands down the best. Everyone is so, so welcoming, and if there are so many people to reach out too if you’re ever feeling unsure about your own work or anything. Just take the dive guys, it's a fun ride.

#bughead author spotlight #fan fiction #fan fiction writers #bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #jughead x betty #ao3 #riverdale #allskynostars

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It’s been a wild few days. After Trick Daddy dropped off, I decided to resume my search for one other regular SD. I made a new SA profile so it would get a lot of traction and set up a lunch date Saturday, dinner date Sunday and dinner date today. Well the first lunch date I had went really well. We never had a lull in the conversation, he is attractive and he pulled up in a nice ass car, some Jaguar I’d never seen before. I told him my schedule and that I’d like to get together again soon. Most of this week we have conflicting availability so he asked me if I’d like to get dinner the next night (Sunday). He seemed promising so I cancelled my other date for the evening.

He gave me directions to his house and the gate code, so I knew he lived in a nice ass place. His house is unreal. He lives by himself, it looked so perfect inside, pretty much museum like, overlooking the river. We had a cocktail before leaving for dinner and chit chatted. He drove and low and behold he has a Porsche SUV in addition to his sports car. We decided on sushi and he ordered everything, which is promising since I like men who take control. We are still having drinks and talking and we didn’t even notice the restaurant was closing.

This guy seems sane so I end up telling him all about my life, since he doesn’t like talking about his much, and mine is very complex. When we return home, he says he has some reservations about our sexual chemistry because of what I’d been through. I pretty much climbed onto his lap and said I could take it. WELL THIS SHIT TOOK AN UNEXPECTED TURN. There’s guys who think they’re hot shit Christian Grey types, but this dude was all out. He wanted me to be submissive, got out the hand restraints, choking, eye mask, whip. I fucking loved it. He lasted for like two hours and I’m still sore today. It was a little more wild than I’m usually used to, but I would definitely prefer a man who knows what he’s doing.

We laid together for a minute. I walked to his bathroom off the bedroom and on either side are two massive closets. One regular clothing, the other all suits. All perfectly organized. His bathroom was the size of my bedroom. This man has a shit ton of money. He slipped me cash as I got dressed and walked me out.

He’s potentially a whale, but I honestly don’t know if I’ll be able to keep his attention. He only wants to meet 3-4 times a month, which is perfect for me because that’s probably all I could take. Hopefully this lasts for a while, but he’s hard to read so we’ll see.

So I was supposed to have a date this evening as well that I still hadn’t cancelled. He was driving an hour to see me. I reallllly didn’t want to go, I’m exhausted and have a gala tomorrow night. So I asked him for a small cash gift, because money was the only thing motivating me for dinner at that point. I usually don’t ask because I can typically hook guys after the first date and don’t like to make it seem all about money. He responded with “I thought a nice restaurant would be good enough”. Lol okay bye salt. I’m getting a nice ass meal for myself tonight after I take a nap.

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Sailing in Treacherous Waters to Alaska. With Toddlers for Crew.

This was the third time I’d sailed up the Inside Passage in a boat. The third time I’d watched surf explode from the rocky headlands of northern Vancouver Island, the swell rhythmically shifting my view of the horizon. The umpteenth time I’d listened to the weather forecast on the VHF radio while gulls catapulted past me in the wind. But it was the first time I’d done a trip like this with young children on board.

Last June, in the lengthening days of summer, my husband, Pat, and I launched north from Bellingham, Wash., on a 32-foot sailboat with our sons for crew. In 15 years together, we’d learned that we were happiest when we were outdoors; now, we were applying these same lessons as a family. We set out, like we had so many times before, in search of wilderness, adventure, and the thrill that comes when we push beyond our comfort zones. Under the tutelage of a barely-4-year-old and a not-quite-2-year-old, in a floating home the size of a child’s bedroom, we soon discovered that the best rewards were those we’d never imagined.

“Mommy, when I pee in the ocean it gets fuller,” Huxley announced. My older son gazed back at me with serious dark eyes as he shared his latest observation. With one hand, I held onto the back of his life jacket while he relieved himself over the lifeline of our sailboat; with the other arm, I balanced my younger son on my bent knee. Pat was adjusting the sails while keeping watch for a flailing child. We juggled between single-handing the boat and managing kids. Each shift, Pat and I drew straws. The winner got the boat.

But on this day, I was the lucky one. As I helped Huxley pull up his rain pants, a humpback whale surfaced 40 feet from us. Huxley heard the whale before he saw it; his eyes widening at the whale’s loud “whoosh” as he turned instinctively toward the sound. Grinning, he pointed to its enormous silvery back as a plume of breath rose into the sky. So close I could make out the barnacles and unique markings on its skin, I held my boys tight and we peered together into a magical, underwater world. A moment later, the whale was gone, leaving only a stream of bubbles in its wake.

Once we’d finished with bathroom duties and whale watching, we moved on to our next task: breakfast. The boys sat in the boat’s cockpit gripping their steaming bowls of oatmeal, trusting us, and the universe, to watch over them. Our sails stood full and proud in the south breeze that blew steadily from behind. In the gently rolling sea we listed back and forth, our mast dancing against the steely gray sky. For my two sons, clad in yellow and orange rain pants and matching blue jackets, this was just another ordinary day. Like most children, they accepted the world as it came, even if it meant eating breakfast with a whale in the rain.

“Look, daddy, gull!” Huxley yelled.

“Dook, daddy, dull!” Dawson echoed. The boys pointed to a flock of mew gulls foraging near our boat, taking turns plucking tiny silver fish from the frothy surface. The birds played rather than battled with the wind, catching the edge of a gust with one silvery wing, dipping the other to bank steeply as they circled and dove. It was a lesson in the basic laws of physics balanced against the magical principles of flight. The boys laughed and shouted as they watched the birds whirl around us. Dawson tried to stand up for a better view. Instead, he toppled over and Pat caught him by the strap of his life jacket before he landed on his brother. The oatmeal ended up in a pile at our feet.

So far, it had been a typical toddler morning: spilled food, a few tears, an argument about who got the orange polka-dot bowl. We were short on sleep, like most parents are, as we juggled tasks to get ready for the day. The key difference was in the setting. We were three weeks into a 10-week sailing expedition up the Inside Passage, a 1,200-mile stretch of islands and coves that extends along the North Pacific coastline from Washington State to southeast Alaska.

This passage transits some of the most scenic northern waterways in the world, and, if one dares to venture off the main shipping lanes, some of the most remote. It’s a trip that many passengers now take by cruise ship, others by ferry. Versions of this route have been traveled for centuries — by indigenous residents, fishermen, loggers and explorers.

Still, for all of its seeming popularity, the Inside Passage is a far cry from being a busy thoroughfare. In one’s own boat it’s possible to explore granite-walled fjords and secluded inlets, to visit moss-draped forests where old-growth cedar trees whisper their ancient secrets to anyone who will listen. The only crowds to be found are of the wild sort: rowdy sea lions, playful porpoises, rafts of sea ducks that gather in the thousands. Cellphones work poorly, if at all, and sensational news headlines matter little here. We spent most nights in the company of rattling kingfishers and curious seals. Besides the volume of our own noisy crew, this coastline offered the sort of quiet that has become exceedingly scarce.

Despite its often serene backdrop, the Inside Passage is fraught with hazards. Each year, there are reports of drownings and capsized vessels, tales of unlucky sailors who perished in these unforgiving northern waters. Currents turn to roaring rivers if the tides are timed incorrectly, anchors drag along rocky bottoms, and winds blow up channels with hurricane force. Storms arrive, like most things in Alaska, bold and fierce and often without warning. Although Pat and I spent many months preparing for this journey and have two decades of boating experience between us, we knew that these facts wouldn’t guarantee a safe passage. It was prudence that mattered. Each day we woke up and reminded ourselves that we are small and the ocean is big.

Pat and I are sailors. We are adventurers. We are also parents. It’s a dilemma we all must face: how to reconcile our many different identities into a life that feels true, and good, and, in the end, responsible. Into an existence that leaves room for others. Spending the summer on a boat was our attempt to knit the disparate parts of our lives together. On both of our previous journeys up this coastline (by sailboat and rowboat, respectively), our days were distilled to the simplest of objectives: sail, row, eat, sleep, breathe. There were only ourselves, and each other, to look after as we traversed thousands of miles alone. On this trip, many of the elements remained the same: the ocean, the wind, the waves. Yet there had been a fundamental shift; we had two young companions to remind us of the stakes, and of the joy.

We were here on a calm day in a larger boat yet our crossing of Queen Charlotte Strait, in northern British Columbia, felt more difficult. Perhaps it was because there was so little time to focus on the task at hand. Or that my mind was traveling in a dozen different directions at once. Manage sails. Read the chart. Dawson wants Legos. Huxley needs a snack. Prepare the lines to tack. Check that the radar is on the correct setting. It looks like a rain squall is coming; where have I put our rain bibs? Now one boy is biting. The other has spilled his water. Do I smell a dirty diaper? And how can this boat feel so impossibly cramped? Or perhaps it was simply that the physical act of keeping two little boys safe and entertained in a liquid world was by turns exhausting and terrifying.

Before we left, I knew only to expect one thing: chaos. The more practical aspects of our lives on the water were harder to envision. I assumed, foolishly, that five pairs of underwear would be enough for a potty-trained 4-year-old. I packed a dozen novels that sat on the damp bookshelf and collected mildew while I overlooked the ear plugs I needed to temper the volume of small voices amplified in an even smaller space. I brought favorite recipes that mocked me from their corner of the galley as I struggled to cook the most basic, one-pot meals in a kitchen the size of a coat closet. I failed to consider the problem of toy truck wheels rolling back and forth on the table as we sailed, sending me repeatedly on hands and knees to pick up the pieces. Ours was a topsy-turvy existence indeed.

There are plenty of reasons sailing in a 32-foot boat with young children isn’t on the top of most people’s travel itineraries. Many days, it was impossible not to question our motivations, and our sanity. Like when one child, and then the next, spilled milk all over the cushions that couldn’t be washed, while yelling mommy, mommy! (as though I was the one who caused the cup to tip). Or when first one child, and then the other, vomited all over the inside of our boat, spewing into the cracks and crevices of multiple hatches. Or when I wanted desperately to wake up and stretch and fix myself a cup of coffee, alone. But when I tiptoed the three steps to the stove, the floor creaked and I accidentally banged the teakettle and soon the whole boat was awake. There were no doors, no privacy. In fact, there was barely enough room to turn around.

But I’ve also learned why this was precisely the sort of trip that belonged on our bucket list. Each night, peering into the V-berth, the triangular-shaped bed in the bow of the boat, I watched my two sons sleeping, bottoms raised, hands draped across their faces in that deep slumber that comes after a day of playing hard. In the quiet morning fog, I felt a soft warm body curl itself against mine, burrowing under my sleeping bag. I saw my children discover that sea anemones squirt if you poke them. We sat together in the bowsprit as the waves passed beneath us in a swirl of green and white. I watched Huxley encounter death up close for the first time in the form of a flattened crow and heard him say, “I wish it would fly away.” I tuned my ears to a cacophony of voices, wavering between toddlers squealing from the beach, an eagle calling from a cedar snag, and thunder pounding its drum in the sky. I slowed down long enough to realize that our time together was precious, and ever so fleeting.

We dropped anchor one night in a forested cove, where spruce and hemlock branches dangled over the high tide line, ravens watched us from the treetops, and the only sounds were the soft sloshing of water against our hull and the chortles of song sparrows foraging on the beach. All four of us nestled in our sleeping bags, breathing in time with the waves. In those quiet moments there was no place I would rather have been, no adventure better than the one we were experiencing. Never mind the smelly diapers and spilled spaghetti sauce, or the constant echo of “Mommy, mommy, I NEED … milk or sandwiches or that toy RIGHT NOW.” When two brown-eyed boys peeked out of the V-berth, arms open, eyes wide, bodies tuned to the jostling of the sea, it became achingly clear that we were exactly where we were meant to be, as a family.

One afternoon, in the last week of our trip, halfway between Glacier Bay and the northern terminus of the Inside Passage, we loaded into the dinghy for a trip to shore. Pat rowed, I sat with Dawson in the stern, and Huxley took his usual position in the bow.

As we approached the beach, Huxley asked, “Is that a bear?” Sure enough, a shiny-coated, two-toned grizzly had just wandered down to the coast. We wouldn’t be landing there any more. Instead, for the next hour, we floated in our tiny wooden rowboat in a quiet cove and enjoyed the rare pleasure of watching a bear do what bears do. It turned over driftwood logs in search of ants, rolled on its back in the grass, and, to the boys’ great delight, pooped on the sand. The latter was an unusually good performance, with the bear dropping enormous piles of scat on the ground as it walked. The boys started giggling, in that contagious way of kids, and soon all four of us were laughing so hard we were nearly crying. This was our farewell gift: a reminder to hold onto a bit of wildness, and laughter, always laughter.

There was a time for each of us when the wild felt infinite and the horizon might have been the edge of the earth. A time when we didn’t need to be reminded that the present is all that matters. Because somewhere, a bear is cruising the shoreline. Because at any moment, a whale might appear from below. Because life, in all of its messy glory, is there to be seized. For my children these moments were now. And if I was willing to climb on, their magic carpet had room for me, too. “Come on, mommy,” they said. “Let’s go.” And so we did.

Caroline Van Hemert, based in Alaska, is a wildlife biologist and author of the memoir, “The Sun is a Compass,” published in March.

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displacedprincess · 7 years

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Gabe & Elena Aesthetic #3 - Plus A Ton of Friendship HC

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Elena has known Gabe her entire life. Over their twenty-three years of history, he has been her nemesis, best friend, a pain in the ass, first one-sided love, her big brother, protector, bodyguard, and one third of the best thing that’d ever happened to her - her three best friends.

His father, Gabriel Núñez (’the original’ Elena used to joke) is captain of the Royal Guard and has been in the royal guard for longer than Elena’s parents were on the throne. Because of his proximity to the royal family since before either Gabe or Elena was born, and being the Captain of the Guard for much of Elena’s memory, the original Gabriel Núñez and his wife, Emilia, were personal friends of King Raul and Queen Lucia. Elena adores Gabe’s mother, but she’s lowkey scared of Gabe’s dad. Elena refers to him as Captain most of the time, and she is convinced he’s a robot, as she’s never really seen him not in work mode. Even when he was at the palace joining Emilia, Gabe, and the Flores family for occasions like birthdays or random get-togethers, he typically was in uniform and scanning the familiar surroundings for anything possibly off.

The man’s a robot, Elena’s sure. A robot she respects and trusts with her life, but a robot nonetheless.

Because of OG Gabriel and Emilia’s friendship with the King and Queen, Gabe and Elena would have been forced to be around each other a lot whether or not they wanted to be. And sometimes? They didn’t want to be. Gabe loved baby Elena, thought toddler Elena was funny, but when she was 5-8 and he was 7-10, they h a t e d each other, pretty much. They spent a good three years trying to avoid seeing each other, playing mean tricks, and generally just being as mean as they could to each other without being noticed and scolded.

When she was 9 and he was 11, they started to soften toward each other again, and though they still annoyed each other often, they were friends. Gabe began to act protective of little Elena, determined to be her guard in the future, and Elena began to do things she still does now like jump on his back because walking is tiring, curl up to him for hugs while she complains about her day, stuff like that.

They’ve been best friends since then, and after a two-year crush on him during her teenage years, Elena quickly began to think of him as her big brother.

They have lots of cute “things” like. For one, when Elena sees him from behind at public parties and such, she charges and shouts “Incoming airplane!” and hops on his back. She’s done it since she was nine. There’s enough inside jokes to fill a Bible, and Gabe is one of Elena’s favorite dance partners. For a soldier, he’s surprisingly good on his feet.

On the day of her parents’ funeral, Gabe sat beside her and held her hand throughout the service, squeezing gently whenever he heard her take a labored breath like she was trying not to cry. For all the teasing each other they do, they are close, loyal, loving friends.

Gabe is relatively famous in Avalor. He was noticed on the internet for his good looks, so he’s earned the nickname “Hottie”guard. If you Google Hot Avaloran Bodyguard or Avaloran Princess Hot Bodyguard, you get pictures of Gabe on Google Images. There’s a collection of thirst tweets out there about Gabe, Elena used to read them out loud to him. Gabe once threw a pillow at Elena to shut her up when she read a tweet about him out loud that included the words, ‘spank me, daddy.’

Elena’s pre-coup social media is full of pictures of both adult and child Gabe and Elena hanging out. She participated faithfully in Throwback Thursday and Flashback Friday on Twitter and Instagram. Many of the pictures also featured Mateo. Elena would post personal family pictures for #tbt and #fbf (ofc, as you do), and she preferred not to post stuff that the public would already have seen through news cams and such. So it’d be childhood pictures often, and sometimes fun hanging out selfies. And as Gabe and Mateo were really her only real friends growing up, they were the most often featured. There are a couple pictures floating around the internet of the royal family, Mateo and his mom, grandpa, and big sister, and Gabe and his parents celebrating one of the princesses’ birthdays in a chill family style get-together.

Then of course there’s pictures of Elena, Gabe, and other noble children, or other children of high up members of the Royal Guard (like Gabe, Gabe’s not part of the nobility, but he has had access to the nobility and Royal family his whole life because of his father’s position), playing soccer, olaball, volleyball, tennis, riding horses.

A ton of these pictures are complied in gossip site articles or like, tumblr posts for blogs that follow royals (they have those for the Euro families so they’d deff have some for Avalor’s royal family), with English translations of Elena’s Spanish and Portuguese Insta captions. She was quite popular on social media throughout Latin America. Many American Latinxs followed her on Insta and Twitter (her Twitter was mostly Professional, like a few fun posts when she hungout with the squad, but mostly her Twitter was used to discuss politics, charities, etc), because “WOW, an actual Latina princess!!!!”, but she wasn’t social media popular among other demographics. (Hence not EVERY person in Swynlake already having been like ‘Holy BALLS it’s Princess Elena!’)

One picture that floats around often, is one she uploaded to her Instagram in 2013. It featured her aged about 9 sitting on the ground in a dress and riding boots and helmet crying, with little 11 year old Gabe inspecting her leg as if to check for a break, with Elena’s caption (translated ofc) #tbt to when I took a mighty tumble of off Canela and Gabe LEAPED OFF OF HIS HORSE like a superhero to make sure I was okay! This boy was born to be a Royal Guard, I swear. I’ve been so lucky to always have him as my protector and my friend<3<3

There’s been lots of speculation that Elena and her “Hottie"guard are a couple but that’s all rumors, always been. Teenage Elena had a crush but that ended in her stomping on his foot at her quince and flouncing away when he asked her about another girl, whether she was single or not, so after that he was Big Brotherzoned. Granted, the paparazzi photos of Elena having naps on his shoulder after a Esteban-approved nights on the town celebrating her uni graduations, friends birthdays, etc, while waiting for the bus/train/the fancy car from the palace did N O T help the rumors, but there was never a scramble to deny them because they weren’t like. Damaging? Like all they said was "No, they are good friends since childhood, and he is now her guard, so the Princess and Mr. Núñez share a unique bond, but their feelings for each other aren’t romantic.”

They’d both rather eat an entire whale than kiss each other, but they love each other, and Gabe is her best friend, her badbass bodyguard, and her big brother all in one person.

#&&...aes.#r: but who could do without you? [gabe]#&&...hc

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for the ask game,,,,,all of them! :D

jesus christ… blessi hope u mean the critical role one

grog - would you rather lose your best friend or all of your friends except for your best friend?

god what a question. what if you have multiple best friends. i’d rather they live

keyleth - share a shameful embarrassing memory that you’d rather bury and forget.

“i bury my shame.”

um most of my life is an embarrassing memory

percy - what things do you need to live happily?

the friends, a gf (i’m at a loss), Good Content, memes

pike - what’s one secret you’ll talk about online but not irl?

i would say “gay” but i mean i’ll talk about that irlidk if i have a secret i’m not really gonna share it at all

scanlan - if you ever needed an alias, what would your name be?

i went by “the alpha whale” for some time so yea i guess

taryon - what would you title your autobiography?

i’m still a Child and have very little life experience so i have no idea

tiberius - what would you like to encourage more of in the world?

“i encourage violence.”

but really, tolerance

vex - what is holding you back from being the person you want to be?

social anxiety tbh. also the fear that everyone hates me (:

vax - what is the best prank you’ve ever pulled?

i’ve never really pulled a significant prank so [shrug]. i know i’m boring sorry

trinket - what is your favorite animal video on youtube?

idk if this counts but i love when shane dawson does videos about his cat

doty - what was your first word?

“tary.”

according to my mom, it was “daddy” unfortunately

vox machina - what do you define as family?

people who love and support you no matter what

whitestone - where is home to you?

my bed lmao

allura - how is your alcohol tolerance?

i’ve never had enough alcohol to really tell but once i had a sip of beer on accident and i think i got a buzz off of it (or i was psyching myself out)

kima - have there been any people that you care about now, but you had a bad first impression of?

yes indeed

gilmore - what is your strongest personal quality?

my intelligence

jarett - describe your worst boss or teacher you’ve ever had.

i had a bad science teacher once. all he did was tell us what to do and then left us to figure everything else out ourselves. i managed just fine but like?? what’s the point of being a teacher if you’re not teaching

cassandra - regardless of your current age, do you feel like a grown up?

sorta but i know better

victor - share a mistake you’ve made that you’d like others to learn from.

i’d rather not share specifics bc wow embarrassing but… think before you speak

sun tree - what is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

i previously mentioned i was boringbut damn once i had a solo in last season’s winterguard show

kaylie - have you ever punched someone?

no but fam… lowkey i’ve wanted to

j'mon - would you like a dragon or would you rather be a dragon?

i’d rather be a dragon. i’d have nothing to worry about if i just stayed in my lane

earthbreaker groon - where do you find your strength?

my friends and also the thought of helping those in need

kynan - when you were little, what did you want to become when you grew up?

thought about being a vet, and also a scientist (which i still want to be)

zahra - on a scale of 1-10, how strict are/were your parents?

about a five

kashaw - would you rather spend the rest of your life alone or with people that annoy you?

i feel less dreadful when i’m alone so

lyra - what is the clumsiest thing you’ve ever done?

i just remembered this time in like the fourth grade when i fell flat on my back lmao… (god why)

thorbir - do you believe in luck?

to some degree i think

garthok - how would you fare in a zombie apocalypse?

rip lmao

gern - do you use candles, febreeze, incense, or something else to make stinky rooms smell better?

yes, and i use perfumes

lilith - who in your family are you closest too?

my mom

kerrek - can you say irish wrist watch three times fast?

not really… it’s hard

tova - most memorable moment with your friends?

damn lots of good ones. most happened at band competitions tho

shale - what do you hope to experience by the end of your life time?

love (wow gross right)

lionel - what is your patronus? alternatively, your daemon?

pottermore told me my patronus was a horse but i call bullshit

i have no idea what a daemon is but apparently mine is a cat and i agree

craven edge - nickname you have that you don’t like?

when people call me isabel… kms

orthax - in what form do you imagine your inner demons manifesting?

darkness, myself, other people…

clarota - do you like puns?

depends on my mood, but typically yes

briarwood - how far would you go to save the people you love?

“i broke the world for us!”

i’m not sure, but turning them into a vampire is out of the question

ripley - have you ever gotten revenge?

not on a large scale… more like just pettiness

thordak - if you had the power to rule the world for one day, how would you handle it?

anxiously

hotis - what can’t you stop thinking about right now?

some ocs

raishan - on a scale of 1-10, how good are you at lying?

seven

brian wayne foster - if you could get an absolute truthful answer to one question about anything, what would it be?

which religion is correct?

#critical role #ask #real talk tho who sent this in #i love u we should be friends #anon

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