#when it's been a trend thru the show to fuck with hair as a way to show oddities between timelines...... okay lol

[reikunrei]

everyone being like "yay will's hair looks cute now" "yay he actually looks good" you are all weak. the clean bowl cut fit his character. it's perfect. it's silly. it's cute. this is NOT will byers.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Falling - REQUESTED

Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Mentions of Cheating/Photos  Summary: You went on a business trip for the week and when you return to New York. Your husband friend calls you over to tell you. Chris wasn’t all alone when you were gone.

A/N: This is some angst. Yall be giving me a lot of sad fics. And heads up, for those who requested, they might or might not be short. I’m sorry if they are not what you expected. I’m in a little rush right now due to school and work so I’m really trying to get these things done for you and that I have a chance to relax and prepare for the challenges.

Thank you!

Request: Hi! I have a request uhm..Chris Evans x wife!reader. When y/n was gone for a business trip and Chris cheated on her with other girl without her knowing but she found out when Sebastian Stan told her :)

It had been a week since you have left New York for a business trip in London for a while. Traveling had been your main thing around almost 5 times a month. It wasn’t the best but you’ve earned a lot of money for it and it was nice to go somewhere new. You took the first flight that was heading out in the morning. You were desperate to get home soon as possible.

So once you got on the plane and took your seat, you rested your eyes for a bit, read a book recommended by your husband of four years. Chris was an actor in many films and he found you in such a strange place before he asked you to marry him.

An after party in New York was not a place you’d meet your husband. You remembered you two got kicked out of the party and then you just ended up going out more and more. His fans slowly warmed up to you and Chris kept you for a long time.

He cherished you like no other. 

Gave you the attention he desired. Waking up every morning to see him staring at you with those hazy blue eyes. Going on walks with Dodger was always a morning thing you’d do with Chris. 

You couldn’t be happier.

After hours on the plane, you landed and took a cab back to your place. You didn’t bother to message Chris because you’d surprise him when you or him walk through the front door. You had a place in New York while Chris held his in Boston and Los Angeles. He decided to stay in New York to wait for your return. 

Taking the elevator up to your place, your leg bounced up and down. An anxious feeling that you’ve been doing since you landed. 

When the elevator dinged, you nervous stepped out and made your way to the front door. Using your key to open the door, you could hear faint voices that were arguing towards each other. You furrowed your brows and leaned forward to look around the corner.

Two men were in the living room, one had his arm out like he was gesturing to someone. “If you don’t tell her, I will. Do you know how everyone on the damn internet will react?” 

Your heel clicked on the hard floor and the two men turned. “Chris?” You asked, your eyes look over to the other man and your face drops, “Sebastian?” Seb’s shoulders drop and he lowers his head. Chris was frozen and his face was horrified and now you noticed a new feature.

Tears.

Why was he crying?

“What’s going on?” You asked. Sebastian finally looks back at Chris to answer that. Those blue eyes began to glisten and his breathing was rigid. “I can... Y/N, I’m sorry-”

“Sebastian-”

“Chris says he wasn’t the one who started it,” Sebastian pulls out his phone and taps on the screen. You slowly walked up while Sebastian pulls out the website. He shows you his phone and you were afraid to look. Looking down, you see photos.

Photos of Chris in Boston and beside him was a tall woman. Taller than you. Her hair was longer than yours, different shade of color. Her smile was wide that could almost match Chris’s in the photos. Chris stutters, “Sebastian, please. Y/N, I-”

“When was this?” You cut him off, you take Sebastian’s phone and held it up to him. Chris swallows hard. “When was this!” You shout, your arm falls, “And you said you stayed here. So you lied two times.”

Chris shakes his head, “I was... Y/N, you know I would never. She’s a friend.” “Chris, you know what photos have been taken, the media is already going crazy over them and you’ve basically fucked yourself up,” Sebastian growls. You look up from the photos of the parties Chris came out of with the girl. Tears began to flood and they slipped without permission. Your bottom lip quivers, “Sebastian, can you excuse us?” You lowly say. 

He doesn’t hesitate to deny but he turns, “I’ll be outside if you need me,” He says to you only. Sebastian was a good friend to you and he’d never lie to you. You both hear the door close and Chris began to walk up to you to reason but you pushed him lightly. “Don’t.”

“Sweetheart-”

“How could you?” You ask, Chris shook his head and raised his hand up to run it through his hair. You then shook yours, “I hope you’re happy about yourself. Not everyone is going to take your side of the story. You’ve ruined your reputation in life.” Chris takes the chance to sit down on the chair, leaning on his knees, sniffling in regret.

You hear a choke sob from him and your face softens. The thought of him breaking in front of you for some he did, you weren’t sure to believe him. Like some man claiming to be innocent in front of the judge by feeling mournful knowing that he’s guilty. You couldn’t take the bait. 

“I’m leaving. I’ll be staying with Sebastian for a few days until this is all cleared up. And I’m sure you’ll hear from me soon with papers. I can’t do this anymore, Chris.” You turned your footing and began to walk away till his hand reaches out to your wrist and stopped you.

Turning, his head was still low, looking into his lap. His fingers caressed yours, slowly feeling your soft and warm hands. More tears fell from your eyes as his fingers slowly slipped away from yours to let you go. His hand falling back into his lap, he didn’t look up to see you leave.

Sebastian never spoke to you on your way out of the building. He accepted your request to stay at his place till everything cleared up. Your social media were going crazy and you muted the notifications and turned off your phone with a sigh.

Sebastian turns. “I truly am sorry. I would’ve told you sooner but the way he was talking sounded like they were just friends but it got worse that night and-”

“It’s okay,” You muttered, “I just hope this will all go away soon.” Sebastian frowns and reaches over with his free hand and held your hand to reassure you. “It will. I promise. You’re not the only person to go through this and have it go trending on the media.” You turned away to look out the window and the rain began to pour on the window. 

And you made the call right after you got to Sebastian’s place. And Chris never bothered to call or text.

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Museum of Mayhem Art Analysis

ahhh it’s finally here and it’s AWESOME. Lots of credit to @ifalnasminiatures for bringing this to my attention! Also credit to Hayder Hype for providing (nat zero six on gearbox forums) sources (Ashley Landry on twitter) in the description of his video because oh man it’s a lot

you can view most of these art pieces on the borderlands instagram as well

lots to talk about especially regarding the calypso twins so let us dive right in

tl;dr: tyreen has a weird red marking on her face in some old designs. i think troy used to be blind and missing his metal plates. more proof for my elpis/chemical sludge/lost legion theory that the twins are using said chemical sludge to give their followers psuedo-siren powers bc a dahl pumping station (hyperion pumping stations on pandora) but dahl had a presence on the moon

one of my favorites, it reminds me a lot of the Mask of Mayhem, but for villains.

Punk Girl is shown again twice, probably further proving she’s tied in with the CoV somehow

we also got some crazy looking villains such as

baby face. which is all kinds of extremely fucked up

this dude who looks like he could be a miniboss with the glasgow smile and the cool goggles

this guy who i legitimately thought was dr zed for a hot second there

could it be

the evilest brother?? pfft nahhh

this girl who seems like she could be a unique character with a baseball cap. wondering if maybe she’s related to Punk Girl in any way. What’s the verdict on the other band members? 🤔

uhh let’s give it a solid maybe and move on

this piece! very interesting to me

so, the very first thing i noticed is zane’s eye patch being on the other eye lol

amara’s tattoos are also gone, however that might’ve been for reasons similar to the japanese cover art of the game. 

most interestingly is a point @ifalnasminiatures made and it’s that the calypso twins are actually palette swapped! you can see Troy is the one with the white hair and Ty is the one with the darker hair. which I think mayyy play into a few things we see later about the twins

we also see a tiny ship in the background. i can’t tell if that’s sanctuary-iii or the blue/yellow ship, it all blends together a lot due to the quality of the pic. but it is next to the calypso twins, which makes me want to believe it’s the blue/yellow ship we see with red markings all over it. you know this one from the mural of mayhem wallpapers

you can see the reddish markings on the back right next to the engines

then we have ummm

this cover art

😬

thanks for not using this one gearbox cuz 

oh my god

she just reminds me of suicide squad, that’s not a good image you wanna dredge up from the deep recesses of your fans’ brains

she might be a unique character given the clothes/hair? cuz you don’t normally see psychos with stilettos on. or yknow, shoes in general. the hair also seems way to clean and neat to be a psycho/cultist

i just feel uncomfortable looking at this, so moving on

a different logo. also not my favorite cover art, but at least im not physically uncomfortable looking at this. that poor girl’s pelvis... anyway

lots of silhouettes

interestingly, i feel like the roses might have been a thing they just put in for the new cover art. haven’t seen hide nor hair of them across any of the pictures i’ve seen.

we got a lot of figures. out of them i most definitely recognized amara, salvador, maya, another salvador?, zer0, moze (maybe?), and axton. i thiiink one of them is maya as well, but im not 100% on that. 

i can guess why they didn’t pick this one: it’s hard to tell who’s who. a lot of these poses make the silhouettes kinda hard to see and the merging together at the bottom makes things even worse. i do think it’s interesting there are some bl2 characters on here as well, but hayder hype mentioned they very well could be placeholders, and given that i can’t make out fl4k or zane, im inclined to believe him.

this art which was used during the promo for this event

rip elpis i guess LMAO

a better look at the psycho himself from the promo released by the borderlands twitter.

there’s a new red planet which hasn’t been shown off before, looks like a gassy planet kinda like jupiter, but interestingly it has this green crack in the side?

very reminiscent of pandora’s eridium scar. i am wondering if this is because this planet had a vault opened, or if it is tied to the Eridians at all. be interesting if it was their homeworld.

also i have no idea what the symbolism is in the homeworld destroying another planet but maybe we shouldn’t think about it too hard e_e

the other planet that’s being destroyed... idk fellas

it doesn’t match up to me but like, this is only one shot

i don’t know 🤔 if you really squint, maybe you can see that hint of purple at the bottom there?

here

tbh, i thought this was elpis the first time i saw it due to the cracks, but i figured elpis doesn’t have like continents across its surface, just craters. and wayyy more cracks.

so it’s probably not pandora and it’s probably not elpis.

huh...

i do think the actual shot is suspended above promethea, you can see the familiar asteroid belt surrounding it

there’s also a planet in the background,

which i imagine isn’t pandora bc no eridian scar

could be elpis or eden-6, or the 5th planet we don’t know about. i kinda get the feeling the 5th planet may be that gaseous red planet tho. which is probably going to be super weird to traverse now that i think about it. they said oz kits weren’t coming back, right? i wonder how that would work. hmmmm

there’s also this redder planet here which i actually DO think is Pandora. if you squint real hard u can see the purple from the eridian scar. plus the color matches up pretty well with the pictures provided above.

there’s also these two bodies over in the corner where the light is coming from. i can’t tell what they’re supposed to be

there are also these little dudes in the top right

i assume they’re maliwan? they remind me a lot of the maliwan drop ship things that fly overhead when you enter promethea

YESSS okay this is the start of some PRETTY WILD twin stuff

troy: missing his tattoos, blind in one eye, has a weird mark above his eyebrow. also, no metal bits!

Tyreen!!! with a red stripe across her left cheek going up to her eye??? no tattoos on her left arm as far as we can see, but that might be for marketing reasons (she’s also covering up part of her bicep). she’s also missing her coat and chains and wearing a different glove.

we also have a bunch of bl2 VHs taking up space. again i think hayder hype is right in that they’re simply placeholders. not much else to say, but 

this trend of Tyreen having red markings on her face and Troy being blind in an eye (or both) actually continues through a fair amount of these posters!!!

more cover art. one of my least favorites again... i just think it looks like the psycho is puking out the VHs. also, seems to be an older version of the psycho mask.

fl4k seems to be less rendered than the rest of the cast? like they have less detail, especially on their coat

also you can see an older looking space shuttle up at the top, which reminds me a lot of the one we use in TFTBL to get to helios. except less caravanny and more rockety

the splatter also reminds me of siren powers, with the purple and the glitter. it’s cool that it’s showing a different shot than what’s behind it. maybe a hint to siren powers because it’s sort of like a portal.

more puke! 

this time troy is blind in both eyes it seems,

tyreen seems to still have a mark on the left side of her face, im wondering if this ties into her scars at all? it doesn’t seem as prominent as the previous red mark.

Zane seems to have an actual eye patch instead of his more high-tech eye patch, which reminds me a lot of the leaked character concepts from like january i wanna say

amara seems to be dual wielding lol i wonder if originally that was going to be one of her 3 skills but then they were like “wait salvador. wait. nisha. FUC-”

also fl4k is being obscured by this weird saturn-like planet. let them be free!

moze is missing, the saturn like planet shows up 2 times total, and that blue/yellow ship is seen again behind troy

as for the purple stuff? you already know my theory that the twins are going to be using the chemical sludge on elpis to empower their followers. it could also just be straight eridium/slag. you know, like the testing from the WEP with bloodwing and even krieg. we’ll have to see. it would be interesting if they tied krieg into the story through there.

i do lowkey think it’s chemical sludge though, because some of it is actually glowing blue in places, you can see it clearly below amara’s feet. maybe some tie in to siren powers cuz they glow the same blueish color. who knoooows not i

big shot of this psycho here, looks like he’s crumbling. 

i really like the 4 VHs standing at the base with the elongated shadows. very dark vibes from this tho, probably not suitable for the series as a whole. i can see why maybe they decided not to do it. 

i wonder if we’ll see this giant psycho statue somewhere on pandora. it would certainly be a sight to behold. 

also i kinda wish we had cloaks like the concept art shows. cloaks are cool

more sketchy art. this one is also kinda strange, i definitely get why they decided not to go thru with it.

possibly tie-in with the ‘mother’ imagery we get on the propaganda signs across pandora.

lmfao the foot

very bl2 like, im glad they didn’t stick with this. i like that they decided to change things up

troy seems to be blind and also missing his metal implants on his face. his jacket also looks a lot different, it looks more like tyreen’s with the spikes and stuff across it. we also can’t see his metal arm at all, tho we do see his sword! which looks a lot different, im glad they decided to revamp it to be more visually interesting lol

tyreen is more interesting to me. it looks like her right arm has like a silver coating over it? unless that is a metal arm as well. she also is wearing a different kind of glove. her tattoos are missing as well, but again, it’s probably because of the cover art. her scars also definitely seem to have reached her left cheek at some point.

zane also looks a lot different, tho amara, moze, and fl4k look about the same.

another shot of the ship, this one is definitely the blue/yellow one. there’s gotta be some significance with that, right? either we’re getting skins for sanc-iii, we’re going to be painting it a new color, or it’s a different ship.

what the HECK

maybe the twins stole sanc-ii and we’re using sanc-iii. idek. this ship is driving me up a wall lol

gun head.

not a lot to say here. i actually like this one lol it’s very mellow and straight to the point. it’s nice that the logo is right in the middle, not at the top like most of them.

game. buy it. okay? cool.

similar to the other background we did, a bit different. again, like @ifalnasminiatures pointed out, the twins are actually palette swapped here. 

Zane also has the old eyepatch on his right eye instead of his left eye, and his jacket is black instead of blue. fuckin’ edgelord.

one of my favorite ones out of all of them. it’s beautiful, i really wish they had kept it. Fl4k is missing but i assume they were meant to go next to Amara? i also think it’s interesting Moze is in the front, as I took Amara to be the leader this time around. Zane is also an older design, with the eyepatch back on his left eye again (starting to think this is an aesthetic thing lol) and a black jacket instead of blue.

We see the twins on the top. Tyreen has that mark on her face again, and Troy is the same as the last few covers.

We also see Maya, Zer0, and for some reason Brick? Which is weird to me considering we have a few other characters who initially feel much for important to the story (cough Lilith cough), but I’m not complaining. 

the purple splatters again make me think this is a tie in to eridium/slag/elpis’s chemical sludge. i also like the logo being worked into the design instead of just thrown on top, i think that’s a nice detail

i couldn’t find a great shot of this poster which is a shame because it’s one of my favorites

a lot of baddies to go around on here. i love the dude up top, he reminds me of the Anchormen from the captain scarlett dlc in bl2!

these dudes

we can see Punk Girl on the left again

and this guy who appears to be in some medieval armor

i have no idea what’s going on there but i am EXCITED

i’ve been thinking and tbh i think the multiple planets thing was just an excuse for gearbox to go absolutely ham on the character designs/settings. 

i mean why should they have to hold back all their medieval armor designs for another dlc like tiny tina’s? all their pirate/sea-fairing designs for a pirate dlc? fuck it! go WILD. i think they did, anywho

there’s also this post which... tbh i can’t make out much at all. again, seems like an older psycho mask design. it looks like there are characters in the splatter on the bottom left, but it’s very hard to tell who’s who, especially at this angle and image quality lol

if we get a better shot later on i may return to this piece and try to figure things out!

we also have this piece which is giving me huge ‘Happy Together’ vibes. very trippy

moze looks like she’s using an untextured atlas gun? dunno what’s going on with that tbh lol

i really like this one too. it’s cool. i get why maybe they wanted to go a little crazier tho, feels too simplistic for the MAYHEM vibe they’re going for.

oof! can we get an F in chat for whatever planet/moon this is

lots of pink floyd vibes going on here as well

we see a different looking blue/yellow ship flying away from the explosion. it seems to missing a lot of the parts that make sanc-iii so recognizable including the engines/wings

i like the destruction vibe they’re going for here, really sells the “universe destroying power” the twins are supposedly going to get. 

anyway, in addition to the cover art pieces, we also got a few concept art pieces as well!

this bit which looks like a gun

you see the aiming mechanism up there? you see how it’s aimed at that planet/moon? yeah i 100% timed this so you’d see the above concept art with this immediately after :P (im kidding i didn’t but hey now you don’t have to scroll)

fuck yeah babey

we also have seen something similar to this in the gameplay trailer!

i didn’t actually think it was a giant fucking GUN tho. can we get an F in chat for Promethea and/or whatever else this thing gets aimed at

yooo

i thought this was opportunity at first cuz of the bridge but it’s more likely promethea

when u go meet zer0 you can see some water surrounding the city so i would guess this is somewhere else on promethea

im mostly interested in the giant fuckin triangle in the middle of that courtyard looking area

oh also the giant trench of destruction on the right there. that’s probably important, too.

more concept art!

i think the bottom of the 4 VHs is actually what was leaked in january.

some art of the twins on the left there, tyreen is so much shorter than troy omfg

and this does indeed looks to be a younger version of angel so credit to @prettypinkdork for mentioning that on my angel post. it is nice to see those tech-y wings in action, definitely does prove it’s her.

we can also see this art of what i think is Punk Girl, which is interesting to me because she looks to be doing something with her right hand. possible siren powers? maybe! 

we also get a much cooler, bigger version of that maliwan ship people were talking about, with what look to be maliwan... eye bots? surrounding it. this is soooo fuckin awesome to me because it reminds me of a sailboat. and airships are fucking COOL

but something interesting is that i don’t think this ship was actually always maliwan

we got an A in the back here... for Atlas? i mean... you know it’s coming... the colors would match up. Yeahhhhhhh...

more interesting is that it actually looks like maliwan covered it up with their flags/tarps. i would not be surprised if this was claimed by maliwan possibly during the takeover.

a cyclone, with a whole fuckin lot of detail. just... holy shit.

not much else to say here though. i like the stuffed animal on the side, though

a better shot of jakobs manor which holy shit looks badass as fuck

big turret/observation thing on the right there? im not sure

pretty sure this is eden-6. also more tropical trees? possibly a water planet? but maybe just ocean on eden-6. also there seems to be like webbing on whatever is on the road, so maybe some spider-like wildlife?

most important to me is this

yeah i would bet that’s eridium/slag/the chemical sludge from elpis

im pretty convinced this is something on elpis mostly because the DAHL logo on the side. which again, they were on pandora yes but they were mining for iridium not eridium. if this was pandoran pumping stations, that would be hyperion.

i do think this is elpis. and i do think the twins are using the chemical sludge that mutated the lost legion into those fake siren things to give their followers superpowers.”holy holy holy” indeed.

this, plus the rakk wings on the psycho in the mask of mayhem are just convincing me more and more

that’s all for now folks. i gotta run

[captusmomentum]

Okay! Here’s this monstrosity! finally finished the thing from yesterday. basically a collection of drabbles of Thenvunin/Inan/Uthvir in an ancient au/looking glass setting bc I had ideas and they made the most sense there (and if i tried to pick from the like 50 other kinds of au i’d’ve died). Deciding to post them all together just bc ????? it made sense in my head????? i dunno. Probably should have gone thru this shit to check for oocness at minimum but w/e I’’m sick of looking at this shit so it is what it is. 

Thenvunin + Uthvir are  @feynites‘s  Inanallas is mine 

Notes:

drabble about Inan’s history in an elvhenan setting, not mandatory for this to make sense but it’s Useful 

Thenvunin was with Mythal and her other high ranking servants in a meeting, listening attentively to his Lady and discussing with his follow servant the division of labor and various elements related to their new tasks. He notices a small dark shadow in the corner of his eye, moving towards where they all sat. He realizes quickly as they move more into his field of vision that it’s not a threat but a servant. Inanallas he registers as they kneel down next to Mythal’s chair and whisper something to her, a small dark blue figure like a shadow next to Mythal’s great expanse of gold and white.

He has never interacted with them, or even formally met them—or seen their face he realizes suddenly, but he knows of them, everyone does. It was quiet a stir when they has been found by Dirthamen’s people in the wilds being raised by spirits and animals, the news had spread through the empire like wildfire. He wondered how that came to be, did their parents abandon them? Did they die? What happened to leave them stranded in the woods like that? The idea of someone abandoning such a young child made his blood boil, it was the sort of thing that should be punishable by death. He hoped that whoever they were they did not callously toss aside their child, that they loved them dearly and it was some terrible outside force that separated them, be it death or something less final.

They were a mystery in nearly all ways, the most he knew was their profession and even that was vague. They were constantly swathed in more layers then was ever acceptable by any of the Aesthetic Guidelines or trends, the cloth always shades of blue, their face was always covered, the only skin visible was the strip of freckled skin around their eyes. Which were… very Blue, a steely blue, piercing even, and emphasized by the blue of their clothing. It seemed in general, that they worked on the fringes of the allowed, rarely seen and answering only to Mythal, like something still only half tamed. His mind wanders against his will as he watches the exchange.

Mysterious and a little wild, a little traitorous thrill runs through him thinking about it. They must be very strong, clever and resilient to live in the wilds for so long, and to manage in such an unsuitable place for children as Dirthamen’s court. And very intelligent and talented for Mythal to give them such leeway, though perhaps what was more because of the feral traces in them. He wondered what the rest of their face looked like, if it was as captivating as their eyes and what it would take to get them to trust him enough to show him, to open up to him at all.  

He snaps out of his reverie and chides himself furiously, how could he?! This was no time for idle daydreaming! He had important duties to tend to! He made a point to focus intently on everything but Inanallas as read over the papers in front of him again with renewed zeal and pointedly ignored the small pang he felt when they left the room again as silently as they entered.

Inanallas did not like parties. At All. They thought they were stupid and trite and a complete waste of time. Well. Not a complete waste of time, there was some use to them. They were excellent for eavesdropping, which Inanallas was very good at and for people watching, which they enjoyed intensely. It did not seem like it from their own wardrobe but they were actually quite interested in the fashions that seemed to sweep through the upper classes with obnoxious frequency. They just didn’t like wearing them themselves or being forced to mingle with strangers and suffer small talk and quiet barbs at their Otherness.

Which is why they did not like parties.

But sadly, they could not escape all of them and so here they were, at a party, dressed in a marginally fancier version of their normal garb cut from a fabric enchanted to shift and match the environment around them. Just because they couldn’t escape being here didn’t mean they had to make it easy for people. They stuck to the edges, shadows, and hiding places near interesting conversations mostly, occasionally darting over to the food before retreating.

They were sitting idly, back resting on an urn overflowing with flowers when they saw a flash brightness in the corner of their eye.

It was Thenvunin, ethereal in a long flowing gown that showed delicate patches of his flawless skin through sheer lace. The light catching his hair and jewelry had been what caught their attention. He was very, very pretty, especially now, with the current fashions actually kind of suited him for once. They are very much enjoying how the looks with his board shoulders and muscled back.  He was also very high strung, strong, temperamental, difficult, obnoxious and considered vapid or dense by some they had heard. He also apparently was desperately found of birds, not her first choice of animals, they liked wolves more���easier to cuddle and play with— but birds where very pretty and some where very menacing which was good. He took his job, and pretty much everything else very seriously, perhaps sometimes too seriously.

This was of course all things they had heard from listening to others, and observation in the brief moments they were even near each other so the credibly of it all was iffy.

Right now he just seemed to be trying very hard to have a good time. Or look like he’s having one, or something like that. They’re not too sure what’s going on there. Another elf begins to engage him in conversation and they watch as he becomes increasing more tense and visibly upset even while he tries not to show it. This other elf is being rude, sneakily given Thenvunin’s reaction, if they where being outright mean he could tell them off but he seems to be trapped in that double speak they all seem to do. Another reason they hate it here, they’re also very bad at it and always end up losing and looking like an idiot.

They want to go over and defend Thenvunin, who while he might be a bit of an ass by the accounts of some people had always struck them as fairly genuine and relatively harmless and so does not deserve this bullshit, but find themselves stuck. They really aren’t good at solving things with words the way the elves do it and it would be disastrous to try to use force. And if they do go out there they’ll be exposed, in the open, with all eyes on them. Which they desperately do not want, their life right now works because they are anonymous if that is broken they’re royally fucked up the ass.

Thenvunin settles the debate for them by primly telling the other elf off (or something like that) and removing himself from the conversation, hair and gown swirling around him as he turns and leaves to move to some other section of the party.

They feel terrible, relieved, and mad at themselves that they’re relieved. They really should have backed Thenvunin up or something, even if they had no idea what it was all about and if only because they were from the same faction. They moved from their perch and moved closer to the offending elf to better hear them and maybe get some idea of the context of things. They were talking to some other elf now, a friend of theirs Inanallas thinks, the two are laughing derisively about something.

After a while they realize that something is Thenvunin, and is very very mad. They instantly hate these two on principle and are determined to find Thenvunin even more attractive just to spite them.

…Which they acknowledge is a very stupid and ineffective revenge plan so they also make note of their names to do something to them later when they have more time to think about a good plan.

They decide then that now’s a good as time as any to fuck off out of this hellhole and make a quick circuit to look for Thenvunin first, mainly out of curiosity, they like having a sense of how the stories they watched unfold at things like this end otherwise the not knowing bothers them. They find him talking animatedly and furiously with one of his acquaintances, most likely abut the encounter and it seems like he will not be stopping for a while.

They smile and turn to escape from this nightmare castle and get back to less shittier locales.

Thenvunin returns to his quarters after an particularly troublesome day to find a golden bracelet laid out for him neatly on his table in a sweet little box with no lid on a dainty pillow. A gift, he assumes that’s what it is as it’s certainly not his. He picks it up and examines it, to his delight, the entire bracelet is made of the silhouettes of a songbird interlocked in a chain. It’s warm to the touch, a spell he assumes, so that he doesn’t feel a chill from the cold metal upon further examination he finds more spells in the bracelet, to protect it and keep it clean. How thoughtful. He examines the box and pillow too, which is actually not a pillow but a folded square of cloth, white cream with little golden birds soaring across it. His heart flutters.

He looks around the sitting room, then the other rooms of his apartments, looking for someone or something to explain this, some sign or clue but finds nothing. There’s no note, no clue as to who did this, he feels a pang at that but also a thrill of excitement. He has a secret admirer. It was the sort of thing he’d secretly dreamed of for years, it was so romantic. He wondered where they were now, what they were like, they clearly had taste and knew he liked birds at least. He slipped the bracelet on and admired it, as giddy as if he’d been drinking champagne. He even twirled a little and rushed to a mirror to see himself with it on then flitted out to his birds to show them and enjoy how lovely the day had just turned.

He wore it quite frequently after that, more than would be considered fashionable but not so much it could be seen as tacky, and made sure to wear it whenever he was around different people than usual to try and maximize the chance of his admirer seeing him wearing it. It made his heart flutter when he did, thinking that whoever gave it to him was out there and might catch a glimpse of him enjoying their gift. He desperately hoped he looked as half as beautiful as the bracelet.

He got more gifts after that sporadically, he never had any idea when they would appear in his apartments nor a sign or note when they were left. He got earrings, a necklace, and rings to complete the set the bracelet had started one after the other. He’d started leaving a thank you note in the place where the gifts tended to appear, they did not accurately describe his feelings but he couldn’t stand not thanking them. He was delighted when the gift came and the note vanished. He also received a jeweled brooch in the shape of a peacock’s feather, a finely crafted perch for his birds and even an embroidered dressing gown which had made him blush when he’d realized what it was. It had felt very, forward of his admirer and his heart had raced with excitement and concern, so suggestive and he didn’t even know their name!

This gift had had the first note from his admirer.

It appeared that his admirer had foreseen where his mind might go with that gift and had wanted to clarify. The first thing he had noted was that their handwriting was not very elegant, a slight disappointment but it did not deter his excitement or curiosity. His admirer had wanted to try their hand at sewing and embroidery and wanted to make him something he could wear, but did not know his sizes nor wanted to invade his privacy by trying to find it out so had settled for the dressing gown since it wasn’t as fitted as many other options. It was sweet and charming and he forgave them instantly for their poor penmanship. He’d considered that they might be making their gifts themselves but now that it was confirmed it made them all even more precious. He’d changed into it immediately and admired the garment in the mirror beside himself with how pretty it was, the fabric was soft and gentle against his skin and the embroidery was as a stunning tapestry of flowers and birds. He wished, and not for the first time, that he could wear this for his admirer and see their reaction to him modeling these gifts.

Mythal is visiting Andruil. It’s not too odd but it’s uncommon enough to be of interest, at least for the time being. Uthvir recognizes the majority of faces as constants in Mythal’s entourage, though there are a handful of new faces. They scan the white and silver flock dully until they spy one slate blue figure out of alignment with the aesthetic of the rest, using their small size and the throng of people to camouflage themselves. That peaked their interest.

They watch their prey whenever they can as Mythal’s people bustle around settling in and then all through the evening meal. They consider going over to them and get a better look, see what they can pry out of them, but really it’s already quite interesting watching them from a distance. They don’t seem to talk to the others too much outside of necessary communication and do much of the grunt work, unloading and unpacking whatever nonsenses their party had thought to bring. At the dining table now they still don’t seem to speak to anyone, they can be completely sure since their face is still covered by a veil. It’s amazing to them that they’re managing so successfully to remain so obscure despite being so oddly dressed. Years of practice they surmise, but why? Why are they so desperate to go unnoticed?

What interesting prey.

Eventually things move on to a more casual, party sort of event as dinner is finished and people become increasingly more drunk, they themselves are still sharp having nursed their single drink the entire night. Normally they’d prefer at least another glass but they’re hunting right now. Their prey hasn’t even filled their glass once, they note, frankly a wise choice given the company. Music strikes up in earnest now and their prey uses the opportunity to make their escape. Silently, Uthvir follows.

They’re moving with caution and only mild stealth, putting in effort to avoid others but not so much that if they do run into someone it’s not suspicious. Their pace makes it easy for Uthvir to catch up to them, as silent as a whisper even in their armor.

“Was it not to your liking? Or is watching drunks attempt to dance just not of interest to you?”

They whirl around to face them and Uthvir can see clearly now their lamplike blue eyes, the color not unlike their clothing, and a smattering of freckles covered by bits of vallaslin. They have a feeling their expression under all that fabric is comical but the why they move is not, jerky and somewhat inelegant but speaking to a instinct for combat or quick defense even as they fight against it to avoid looking aggressive.

They straighten themselves awkwardly, clearly not sure what to do or how exactly to respond.

“I’m not very……….I don’t really enjoy that sort of thing.”

They raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Which part don’t you like? The drinking? The dancing? The hunting for partners?”

They gesture vaguely with their hands and eyes. “The whole thing really, I’m not really big on large groups and talking to strangers and all that.”

They grin. “Well then! How fortunate I intend to not be a stranger! My name is Uthvir.”

They don’t bow really, they just make a motion that hints to a bow, just a slight polite dip of the shoulders.

They look at them searchingly, they think it’s hard to tell with their face covered and they note suddenly, with their emotions so carefully controlled, almost too carefully as if perhaps manufactured somehow to be as bland or expected as possible. They make note of it to pick apart.

After a beat of some internal debate they reply “Inanallas.”

“A pleasure, Inanallas.”

“Yes, well if you don’t mind Uthvir I was planning to retire…”

They shift getting ready to turn and leave, so Uthvir takes ground, narrowing the gap between them.

“Come now, the night is still young and this I think, your first trip to one of my Lady’s holdings. It would be such a waste to go straight to sleep, stay and chat for a while.”

“I’m not really much of a conversationalist.”

“Then you can listen to me talk, I am very interesting after all.”

They grin again and see Inanallas very clearly look at their teeth, not with fear or concern as they can tell, but interest. A good sign, they think.

“I’m sure you are, but I doubt that would be very fun.”

They close the gap even further, they’re coming into arms reach now.

“Oh I think it would be, nearly anything is interesting when you have such interesting company.”

They begin to look nervously from side to side looking for an escape, probably not as covert in this as they’d like.  “I’m really not all that interesting.”

“Oh but I think you are. Very, very Interesting. I’d love to learn more about you, peel off all those layers, become closer.”

It’s laid on fairly thick but they’re interested in the reaction a pass will get them, plus they’d be lying if said they weren’t curious about stripping them down and seeing for themselves what they looked like under that, they had a feeling they wouldn’t be disappointed.

They get what they wanted immediately, Inanallas’s eyes widen and the visible strip of pale skin flushes a deep red, their whole body reacts leaving them frozen ridiculously in place. They can’t help but chuckle at the sight, they’re liking this little oddity more and more. They savor the sight and the increasingly incoherent attempts at a reply for a moment before beginning to closing the final stretch.

“Tell me, what would you enjoy? To be trussed up like a fresh kill? Or savored throughly.”

They reply finally, though it seems without thinking. “ You can’t truss what you haven’t caught.”

They can’t help but smirk. “I am a hunter, and you are in my sights.”

They look at them for a long moment, then spring into action.

They had not anticipated however that their prey would make a break for freedom.

Through the window.

Out into the forest.

Which is full of beasts.

They curse and jump out fluidly onto the grass and chase after them. It’ll be on their head if one of Mythal’s pets dies from their own idiocy with them the last person to see them. They give chase easily but their quarry is faster than they’d first anticipated, they might of considered a pleasant surprise if it weren’t for the situation. They also realize very quickly that Inanallas is used to the woods and moves expertly through the underbrush, not silently like themself but without any of the struggle they’ve seen other servants of Mythal have.

They gain on their target quickly and expect to end this merry race quickly.

Only the other elf has tricks.

Using a boulder as a base they create a ramp of ice and use it to rocket themselves further ahead, widening the gap again. Clever.

They’re even more interested now that it’s clear the other elf won’t run immediately into the maw of some beast and get them in flogged for it. The thrill of the hunt crackles through them and they change tactics to more that of a proper hunt. Their prey may be competent, but they do not know the terrain like Uthvir does.  

They use that to their advantage, letting them think they have lost them while the hunter instead slips out of their wake and moves to cut them off, using secret trails and hidden paths to propel them ahead of Inanallas’s path. They note the direction of their progress and chose a spot a long its course to lay in wait for them, obscuring themselves in all ways as they do.

Eventually the prey comes to their blind, now on more of a nature walk than a heated chase. Uthvir waits the span of a breath, then makes their move.

Inanallas whips around to look at them at almost the same moment they think to instigate their plan and breaks into a run again but it’s too late. The gap between them is too short and Uthvir is the faster of the two. They lunge and catching them by the waist and dragging them to the ground. Inanallas is far, far stronger than they’d anticipated, almost monstrously so and they have to work to keep them from freeing themself.

But they are laughing uncontrollably. Uthvir can’t help but chuckle a little too.

“Caught you.” They whisper into a long freckled ear.

An ear that had previously been covered.

They move to better look at the squirming figure in their arms. A figure they note with a thrill they can see the face of, the veil covering it had come off at some point and now the entirely of their head covering was nearly off from all the thrashing.

Their suspicions had not been wrong, they can see in the moonlight an unconventional but highly appealing face framed by a wild mess of black hair. They’re deeply freckled, with a small straight nose and very full lips Uthvir thinks, they would very much like to enjoy.

Inanallas’s hysterics work their way down to silent fits and Uthvir moves to pin them with a straddle, crossing their arms is they continue to watch the ridiculousness between them.

Inan finally looks up at them, they reply with a look that says “Well…?” and she almost immediately devolves back into giggles.

They reach over and pick up the forgotten head and face covering which they can see now are two separate elements that link together, allowing the head covering to be worn without the mouth piece, probably to make eating easier.

“Why I cannot help to wonder, do you even wear this?” they muse.

The hands that had been hovering around their face and chest as they’d laughed come to rest at their sides, so on Uthvir’s thighs, not that their complaining. It doesn’t seem however that Inanallas has noticed this placement yet as they continue to look around the clearing, putting thought to word. Their fingers tap and rub at the metal of their plate unconsciously.

“Well, I’m not good at hiding my expression….and well, um—so much stuff in Elvhenan is all you know, secret-y, double speaky um… whatevering. Subtly? It’s not good to be so expressive, people can easily use it against me and I never got good at it so I figured that this was the safest bet.”

They shrug noncommittally, the motion seems to make them finally realize   position of their hands and they jerk them away like they’d been burned.

Uthvir can’t help but agree now that they can see them unmasked. Their face has every thought in their head written on it in shining letters, they’d be eaten alive if anyone else saw it. It’s an extreme disadvantage, especially here in Andruil’s lands where the hunters would have scented them like blood in the water and abused that weakness to whatever end they wanted.

“I see your point.” They secret the material away and get up off their prisoner.  “Well this was certainly very fun.”

They give Inanallas a hand up which they take with surprise. They had considered continuing their teasing but didn’t feel like risking them bolting again. They’d try again when another time, when they’d properly cornered them.

Like clockwork hunt is called, naturally it’s a mixed hunt with their soft guests joining them as is the tradition when Mythal visits. It seems to be shaping up to be the usual suspects until some dots are connected or something like that among Andruil’s people and Inanallas is recalled to be some child who’d been found in the woods. They can’t quite remember if they’d heard of this before, it’s certainly the kind of thing people would talk about even centuries after it occurred but it also wouldn’t have been information that interested them too much. Until now that this. Now it’s exceedingly interesting. And goes a long way to explain at least some of their oddity.

A call goes out from the hunters that they should join, since they’re half wild as it is. Uthvir tries to gauge their reaction to this but cannot quite manage it through the many layers that seem to be their usual manner of dress, as far as they can tell they seem fairly calm.

Mythal looks over at them. “ What a fine idea, I’m sure they would be more than glad to join.”

Inanallas bows deeply in return and moves to stand with the others going on the hunt.

When it’s time to set out Inanallas is still weaponless, save for what seems to be two short daggers on their waist, and completely covered with no armor in sight. None of their compatriots seem to care about this either, so Uthvir doesn’t comment either.

The hunt goes to shit.

No one’s dead and the injured are already being tended to but they’ve been forced to camp for the night while the party recoups from the debacle. It had started off just fine, and would have ended that way if about 20 other creatures hadn’t scented the blood and decided to pay a visit. It had paid off in it’s own way since they got to see what was clearly more competence then Inanallas had wanted to show around that many people.

They were now setting to work mending armor for the the party, sitting off to the side silently hammering away on piece after piece, working them to the point where they’d be at least wearable and semi-functional. There were plenty of pieces in there Uthvir knew would have to be scrapped when they get back but no one was keen to make the trip back without something between them and a beast’s claws.

They wait until it’s their shift keeping watch and the rest are sleeping to go over to talk to them. Judging by the pile next to them and the pace Inan is going at they don’t intend to go to sleep tonight. They take a seat on a stone near them and grin.

“Care for a bit of company?”

They look over surprised then groan when they recognize them.

“Man, you’re relentless huh?”

They shrug. “I did say I wasn’t going to stay a stranger.”

They groan again and turn back to their work, hammering at a piece they had resting on their knee.

“Now that seems exceedingly foolish.”

“It’s fine. Barrier on my knee, I need the curve and it’s not like I’ve got an anvil here.”

“There are stones here, stones that are round.”

“This is more comfortable.”

“Beating metal with a hammer against your knee is more comfortable then using a stone.” They drawl out incredulously.

Inan glares over the veil. “Yes. Now cut it out you’re harshing my vibe here.”

Uthvir snorts. But settles in, going between watching them work, and watching for threats.

The next time Inanallas sees Uthvir it’s at some party thing or whatever in Arlathan. They have no fucking clue what it is they just knew they couldn’t get out of it. They’d seen Uthvir in their red ass armor (did they own anything but armor?????) but lost them again in the crush. So she’s hiding again, sipping on whatever it is they’re serving and picking at a plate of fruit. Mostly they’re just people watching, working on running commentary about the clothes and jewelry, testing out jokes they’ll never get to use.

“So this is where you are.”

Inanallas chokes on a grape and almost topples over the edge of the rail they were sitting on. The “almost” coming from a clawed metal hand grabbing the back of their shirt and yanking them back up.

They turn to see Uthvir laughing.

“Ass” they cough.

The red hunter puts a hand (the hand that’s not still on their back they notice) on their chest.

“How rude, I just saved your life, you really are still feral aren’t you?”

Inan clacks their teeth together at them in response, though they realize the effect is somewhat defeated since there’s cloth in front of their mouth. They unfasten it from one side and clip that end next to the other so they can make a respectable ugly face at Them. Uthvir just laughs and comes closer so their standing beside them, hand unfurling from their shirt but staying where it is.

“Taking off the veil? I’m flattered.”

“Well it’s kinda pointless now soooooooooo”

“I see, less flattered then. Now I wonder… what were you looking at so intensely?”

They peer over, out into the crowd. Eyes darting about for anything of interest, eventually the lock on to one tall figure.

“Hmmmm, Thenvunin looks particularly lovely tonight.”

Inan snorts and gestures aggressively. “When does Thenvunin not look like, insanely gorgeous? Like he’s distracting he’s that handsome!”

Uthvir looks over at them eyebrows raised.

“What?”

“Nothing, that’s just a very strong reaction.” They smirk obnoxiously. “ Is this a crush?”

Inan turns to face them sharply face an intensely exaggerated “Are you kidding me?” look. “What are we?????? 75???????”  

Uthvir cackles delightedly. “Maybe. I’m certainly not immune to his charms either.”

“Oooooooooo~” They waggle their eyebrows obnoxiously.

The claw on their back jabs them a little and they spasm.

“Alright, Alright. Push me off why don’t you…”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t answer my question, Inanallas.”

Inan look at them incredulously.

“Stop doing that! For fuck’s sake, I didn’t even realize I didn’t answer!And if you’re gonna hound me on it yes I was looking at him, along with other people, I’ve literally been looking at people since I got here.”

“Why look at Thenvunin in particular? To admire the view? Or some other reason?”

They can’t parse a damn thing out from them, Uthvir’s expression and emotions are totally unreadable to their unskilled ass. They really needed to be better at that, it was kinda like, a super big deal.

“Why? What does it matter?”

Uthvir smiles like sneaky cat and leans on the railing, taking a quick glance back down at Thenvunin.

“I’d considered taking him to bed tonight and wanted to make sure I wasn’t stepping on any toes.”

Gently they place a hand on Uthvir’s cheek, they look shocked for a half second until they saw inan’s exaggerated “kind” expression.

“Uthvir, darling, you two are big kids, you can do sexy stuff with whoever you two want, you don’t need my permission.”

They place their hand on top of Inan’s, trapping it. Shit.

“Oh but Inanallas are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure.”

They hum, keeping Inan’s hand trapped in theirs as they look back down at the man in question.

“It’s interesting….Thenvunin has worn that jewelry quite frequently recently… He seems to want someone to see him in it…”

Inan shuddered aggressively, jerking away as they made a face.

“Oh fuck you!”

Uthvir grinned hugely, like the evil mastermind they were. “You gave it to him!?”

“You just said—!”

“I didn’t say anything, I simply commented on his jewelry.”

“I—You tricked me!”

They smirk, it’s very very attractive. They want to punch it off.

“I didn’t even need to. You gave yourself away with out any prompting.”

Inanallas groans and puts their head in their hands.

“I’m going to diiiiiieeeeeeeeeee.”

Uthvir comes close, as if to comfort them, return a hand to their back and placing the other on their thigh.

“There, there. You’re not going to die.” They pause, the grin is palpable. “Imagine that will happen when Thenvunin finds out.”

Inan chokes.

[ufocafe]

do all the voltron asks!!

holy moly thanks pal i’ll answer them under the cut bc i anticipate it’ll be Longe since idk how to shut the fuck up

keith: how edgy/emo do u consider yourself to be?

tbh i don’t think i’m that bad like trust me i used to be way worse but overall on the inside i am Soft on the outside i still look hella edgy bc all my clothes are black and it’s just ,, how i look

shiro: are you a good leader and can you handle responsibility?

no and no i am So Bad at being in charge cause i don’t like telling people what to do and i’m a stressed out pushover who avoids anything like group projects at all costs

lance: what’s your type of humor and what’s your favorite meme?

whatever the hell this blog consists of is my humor it’s legit just a shitpost collection. nd my fav meme would probs be the whole cryptid meme trend ? idk if it counts as a meme itself but i lob posts that are like ‘i saw mothman in a overly air conditioned chili’s at 5:47 pm and he bought me a soda’

pidge: are you good w/ technology?

i’d say i’m average for someone my age like i’m a teenager in 2017 so i can operate simple stuff like computers and phones, find how to fix small problems but i’m not a #hacker though i did go to wikihow once to try and learn then gave up after a solid 30 seconds bc it was too hard

hunk: how kind and loyal do you consider yourself?

i’d say i’m pretty kind like i can be rude to a handful of ppl but only cause they’re bad ppl so it evens out. idk bout loyal cause ig it means to stick by your friendos and support them which ofc i do but i can’t say that i like stay by someone’s side thru everything bc sometimes things become Too Much or stuff goes down and u just gotta blast

allura: do you feel underestimated sometimes? and should you totally be the black paladin?

i feel like it’s more overestimated? lots of ppl expect great things from me that i don’t think i can achieve so it’s p stressful. also black paladin allura 4 life

coran: what’s your fav show other than voltron?

i have so many so i’m just gonna name a few; over the garden wall, star vs, gravity falls, stranger things, steven universe, etc.

zarkon: would you consider universe domination for your lost cat/pet

i,, don’t think so ? i mean idk what this question is rly implying like did someone steal my pet and now i gotta take over the world ? or did it die and the only way to like avenge it or whatever is world domination bc probably no to both which sounds heartless since i lob my dog but like everythings gotta die someday and i’m not gonna take over the world to reverse/stop smthn thats inevitable

kaltenecker: do you look good in sunglasses?

not sure i never wear then since i have glasses and rarely go to a beach-like setting but i probably do

slav: are you a perfectionist? do you believe in alternate universes?

i’d say i’m in the middle of perfectionist and absolute walking tornado like i’m so fucking messy and i’ll let stuff pile up until i’m basically living in a dump and i’ll hate it sm but i’m so lazy cause Depression then one day i’ll just do a massive clean up and make everything PERFECT. also yes i like to think theres alternate universes/realities it’s a cool concept to think abt cause it doesn’t exactly affect me it’s not an existential thing like pondering if god exists its more like “i wonder if i’m a duck in another reality”

thace: would you go against the authority if it was the right thing to do?

ofc fuck the authority

haggar: who is your fav character in voltron?

i’d have to say lance i lob my sweet son

matt: what are some things you like abt watching voltron?

i have to admit i’m more into filler episodes rather than fight scenes every few minutes so probably just like all the humor and team bonding it warms my emotionless heart

commander holt: do you like peas?

ya

voltron: are you a team player? do you prefer to work alone?

i rather work alone bc then i get to use all my ideas instead of make a compromise with someone else cause i can never find the voice to speak up for what i want so i just end up watching ppl do stuff i don’t like when there’s stuff i think would be better

blue lion: how trusting and loyal do you think you are?

i already mentioned the loyal thing but for trusting i think i trust too easily? ill just spill beans to ppl i’ve barely known for a long time i wish i was more mysterious but whatevs

red lion: how impulsive and/or decisive are you?

i have 0 impulse control for example i have problems with picking at my skin and i’ll just see a piece kinda tore away and before i know it my fingers are all bloody and i’m like owo what’s this. but when i actually put thought into a decision i am very indecisive because i always wanna make youre i’m making the right choice w/ smthn like choosing classes or buying a certain thing

green lion: how curious are you and what subjects are you interested in?

while being impulsive i’m also quite curious so if i wanna go sneak and see smthn there’s not hesitation. i like english/writing and psychology stuff.

yellow lion: do you consider yourself strong and reliable?

i don’t think i’m either i mean i’ll always be there for ppl if they need me but i don’t really think i’m the best person to lift ppl up even if i wanna

black lion: what are some things you want in season 3?

def more lance and hunk character development, some gay shit (cough klance cough) more team bonding in general, and allura piloting black lion ofc

rover: what’s one fact abt a pet you have/had?

once i had a dog and i can’t recall his breed but he looked just like toto from the wizard of oz and we had him for a few months but he pissed everywhere and on everything so we ended up selling him to some ppl. fast forward to a few months later maybe a year the couple had auditioned him to play toto in the school’s wizard of oz play and he got the part so that was cool

shay: do you love hunk? how do you feel abt the enviroment?

i lob hunk with all my heart he is a sweet bean + i care abt the enviorment a lot i think that with trump as president it’s really gonna go to shit more than it already is bc obv it’s been a dilemma for years now but with the goverment denying climate change and all that i rly fear for our planet

lotor: how concerned are you abt your looks?

i think i’m generally good looking but that’s not to say i’m not concerned with my looks bc i kinda am like ill see myself as cute or smthn but then as soon as acne starts popping up or my hair is bad i kinda just spend the next few days doing whatever i can to fix it so i stay nice hnngh it’s a work in progress

alfor: when faced with conflict, would you rather fight or flee?

i suppose it depends on the type of conflict but i’m most likely to fight until it gets too stressful and then leave

ulaz: would you sacrifice yourself for a cause?

we were asked a similar question in history regarding the dude who discovered gravity or smthn like that idk and it went against the churches beliefs so there was a trial and it was either death or admit he was wrong which is a pretty big thing i guess and we can all say we’d die for what we believed but if it actually came down to it the answer is kinda blurry. i had said i’d say i was wrong then continue to spread my info. underground or just flee but unlucky 4 him he was on house arrest for the rest of his life so choose wisely kiddos

i think i’m gonna sleeb now so bye