#wrote a paper about it and my sister did the same omg it was so cool

[metagalacticx]

1-4, 6, 17, 20

1 chipotle order?

genuinely no clue what chipotle is sry bestie but i just googled it and i think a burrito with brown rice, black beans, onions, peppers and salsa would be great

2 thoughts on veganism?

as long as people aren’t annoying with it i think it’s fine? sksjd

3 a specific color that gives you the ick?

white, mostly when i draw. but i almost always start with a white background because it makes me more eager to get other colours on the paper/canvas.

4 mythical creature you think/believe is real?

omg chupacabra

6 do you use a watch?

no and that fact annoys my family a lot

17 an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

oh wow there are so. many. but mostly repeatedly checking the doors, zippers on my bag etc.

20 favorite disney princess movie?

mulan!

thank youuu for asking!!

[dandelioncrownns]

random grishaverse facts/trivia (mostly tgt/kos, tbh), because i love useless details. Also, attempted organisation, because i like order too. + ft. my unwanted commentary

the darkling

has a sweet tooth

loves animals and nature in general

for those of you who have read demon in the woods, he got to meet the white tigers :)

his bedchamber walls are carved into trees bc he loves the woods

his favourite trees in particular are pine trees (or just evergreen trees in general)

he used to be afraid of the dark (many possibly worrying? interesting? implications to this; i won’t get into it here tho)

he likes bright colours, but wears black all the time basically for the aesthetic

he met his younger half-sister, Ulla, when he was a seer’s apprentice in Fjerda 

the darkling is a musician! He plays the fiddle, and growing up, he played the balalaika and oud (i wonder if he can read tablature,,) 

His father was a very powerful heartrender (maybe this is why the corporalki are valued so highly by him?)

genya

she got an amplifier between the end of R+R and the start of KoS (kestrel bones)

Genya used Dekora Nevich, the Ornamental Blade, to poison the King

It smells like cinnamon and is a warm golden colour

the royal family / nikolai’s bio family 

the King once cut himself on his own sword

genya named the queen’s dog 

until she was like 11, Genya was like the daughter the queen never had (omg i really wonder how Nikolai and Vasily felt about that? ik it’s not really mentioned, and Nik kinda acts like he just met Genya is S+S, but they must have been a lot closer, right?? I mean genya was almost always at the grand palace with Queen Tatiana, and nikolai just really wanted his parents’ attention, there must have been some kind of maybe one-sided jealousy/sibling rivalry thing, right?? I digress- for now)

also the queen in a dog person

p. sure Nikolai is a mommy’s boy

(possible explanation:) he looks exactly like his real father (except for his eyes). Nikolai even has the same laugh as Magnus

the queen was also fed up with Vasily and his horses

Vasily rides a white gelding horse and Nikolai rides a speckled grey horse (called Punchline)

speaking of, vasily is definitely a horse girl, but like... just the worst (darkling 🤝vasily)

Queen Tatiana’s letters to Magnus Opjer were “very racy” 

 She doesn’t approve of women in trousers

Linnea is ~1 year younger than Nikolai

she is good at math + studies engineering at ketterdam (I wonder if maybe she and Nikolai crossed paths when he was at uni- they’re around the same age, so maybe?)

The King and Queen hired a clown for nikolai’s 10th birthday (the worst birthday party he’d been to, inclusive of the night Vasily died, according to Nikolai)

Nikolai is afraid of spiders (and also clowns???)

nikolai:

he can juggle

Nikolai sucks at learning languages 

he once spoke Fjerdan so badly a man named Knut offered him a ruby to stop

his Kerch seems pretty good tho

Nikolai met The Darkling when he was 14

Nikolai is a baritone (as is Jesper!)

In his free time, Nikolai writes bad poetry (remember that time he got stabbed w/ a letter opener bc his poetry sucked?)

he went through an emo phase/ existential crisis before becoming sturmhond.

during said emo phase, he wrote rhyming poetry pretty much exclusively

He also took philosophy classes at uni (PPE?)

alina:

alina tried on the same rose dress that the Queen watched vasily die in

Nikolai gifted Alina a VERY low-cut cobalt lace gown (In the words of Nadia, “The bodice might as well be cut to the navel.” )

Alina hates herring, but Zoya and Nikolai love it

She is VERY sarcastic and snarky!! I feel like this gets glossed over so much in the fandom, and just why?? (she’s so gloomy and over everything 90% of the time, i love it so much)

So this isn’t technically a fact-fact, but there is no way Alina wasn’t at least a little bit into women. Did you read how she talked abt genya? Zoya? there’s no way she wasn’t into them

Alina doesn’t really like hard cheese

zoya + zoyalai:

Zoya’s horse is called Serebrine

Zoya can use her lightning as a defibrillator (I’m sure other squallers can do this too with the right training)

Zoya likes Nikolai’s hands (and Nikolai likes Zoya’s feet lmao)

she has ‘weird (long?) incisors’  

she definitely had a crush on Nikolai since Ruin and Rising

kaz:

Kaz grew up on a farm in Southern Kerch, in Lij

Kaz is a both a cat and a dog person  (he just likes strays)

Matthias is a dog person, obviously

All the other crows are cat people 

He likes hot chocolate

both he and nikolai like brandy

hates cereal

Kaz is obsessed with magic + likes puzzles

actually very funny if he wasn’t terrifying (honestly?? at leat 70% of his dialogue is just witty quips/jokes)

Kaz’s right leg is the one he broke, and the dregs usually get their tattoo on their right forearm

the other crows:

Jesper has been known to go line-dancing (and would like country music) 

Mal and Jesper were friends in S+S!! (Probably) Jesper has a not-really-secret crush on sturmhond. 

He also had a VERY not secret crush on Kaz before wylan, ofc

Matthias’ middle name is Benedik

Nina would win in an arm wrestling contest against Jesper

Inej has a thing for Kaz’s eyes

Nina was at the orphanage with the other grisha kids in R+R

In the opening scene of CK, Jesper was wearing a navy waistcoat with little gold stars (his fashion is just top tier honestly)

grisha- powers, etc.:

A solar eclipse would have no effect on the Darkling’s powers, but it would make it harder for Alina to summon.

Fabrikators can make flowers bloom

The twins have shark teeth amplifiers

Adrik and Leoni are saints

general world stuff:

Gay marriage is legal in Kerch!

there was a landbridge connecting Shu Han and Kerch but the council of tides covered it

Antimony is used as mascara

kruge is pale purple paper currency

ravkan currency has Nikolai’s face on it (ig not anymore tho?)

Hringkälla is celebrated on March 20th

the distance between Ivets and Os Alta is only about 100 miles? (i’m just going to willfully ignore this, because thats,, so small?)

Mermaids and dragons exist(ed) in the grishaverse

misc:

the daughter of the duke of ivets has a daughter who can play the harp

there is not fourth tale of krigi

The baroness Natasha Beritrova is fifty (as of KoS) and has lands near caryeva

Elke Marie Smit is from one of the most powerful Kerch families and is just 16 in KoS

Oncat is an orange tabby

Anya liked Joost a lot :( (I got way too attached to them at the start of SoC and was so sad + confused when they died lol)

david eats hard boiled eggs for his working days in the shops

‘Malyen’ is the Ravkan version of ‘Malcolm’ (very fitting)

Nikolai brought the kids at Keramzin toy boats + frequently sends Alina and Mal gifts 

The triumvirate would also visit them every feast of Sankt Nikolai too :)

star signs / birthdays (ik the gv constellations aren’t the same as ours, but idc):

Inej: Cancer (june 21st - july 22nd)

Kaz: Capricorn (december 22nd - january 19th)

Nina: Leo (july 23rd - august 22nd)

Jesper: Gemini (may 21st - june 20th)

Matthias: Taurus (april 20th - may 20th)

Wylan: virgo (august 23rd - september 22nd)

Kuwei: aries (march 21st - april 19th)

Darkling: aries

Nikolai is most likely either a gemini or cancer (but he could also be a Leo or Taurus). Whatever it is, he is a summer baby.

Alina and Mal have the same birthday (they were given the Duke’s birthday when they came to the orphanage)

heights:

Jesper is 6’2” - 6’3”

Kaz is 6′

Matthias is 6’4

Nina is 5’9”-5’10”

Inej is 5’3” - 5’4”

Alina is ’short’ (5’3”?)

Mal and the Darkling are ‘tall’ (tbf, like all the characters are tall >:( I want my short people rights)

Nikolai  (well, stumhond, but i think they’re the same height) is described by Jesper as tall (so 6’2”+?? why is everyone so tall??? I-)

Zoya is several inches shorter than nina (zoyalai height difference lets go)

Kuwei is slightly shorter than Wylan (who is about 5’8”?)

there’s definitely more, so if you made it this far and have any more, pls add to the list!

[vidalinav]

Letting Things Get too Far: (One-shot) *Contains ACOSF spoilers

This is not the fic I was going to post and I am on the fence now about posting “Love is Bright Red, Hope is Dark Blue.” I might still do it, but I don’t know, because I don’t want the six chapters to influence my perception, but OMG I am so mad. I have to laugh because I’ve never been this mad before. And I know eventually it will be okay with the rest of the book, but I cannot deal NOW with what we’ve got. I will not be unbiased, no reader in the world is unbiased when they love a book, but oooo this is a little too much. Like if you’re not deeply enraged are you even a fan? Lol

The only way I deal with emotions is writing because I get really obsessive and I cannot stop thinking about something until I change my mind about it, so I wrote a fic based on those chapters to change my mind. 

So Please don’t read this fic if you haven’t read the 5.5 chapters that were released (legally) to the world yesterday. I do have to say that I wrote this based on Italian translation and not of the one that was translated by someone here in English. But the general concept it the same. 

Summary: Nesta gets threatening (some time after she’s “healed”) 

~

Nesta could tell they were watching her. She supposed it must have seemed off to them that she was sitting in the dining room, reading a newspaper, a toast with jam and cup of tea to the side of her. Too casual, they must have thought. So very much unlike the Nesta they knew.

But one by one they sat—to the side of her of course since she’d chosen the head of the table. Nesta knew of only one other person who would dare sit across from her. She smirked behind the letters, the paper smelling of ink.

First Elain, sweet Elain with her soft, cautious good morning.

Then Feyre with her ruffled hair, matted and imperfect. Nothing like the High Lady she was supposed to be. How embarrassing, she thought, that Feyre had not yet learned that queens were to be perfect in every instance. Every circumstance.

Mor yawned loudly, stretching her arms above her head. The billowy blonde looked to Feyre as Nesta sipped a bit of tea. Green with a slice of lemon.

Amren was shushed as she came barreling in. Loudly and grumpy. Tired, perhaps, from her days going over the law books of Velaris code.

Rhysand kissed the apple of Feyre’s cheek, her little sister’s skin turning red. A honeyed gesture that made the rest gag mockingly for the way Rhys then bit down on the soft flesh and playfully pulled. He indeed sat where she thought he was going to—the only seat left closest to Feyre. His brows furrowed when he noticed her across from him, but Nesta didn’t give him the light of day.

The game had not begun.

Nesta waited for the missing player, ruffling the newspaper, the sound harsh in this room where all remained quiet. As if they were waiting for something.

Waiting for someone.

Azriel walked in, sitting to the side of her. He peered up at her. Wary and assessing. What are you up to?

She blinked at him surprised, not at all expecting that he’d be here for this—that he’d come down from the House of Wind to grace them with his presence. No matter. This talk wasn’t particularly for him, but she supposed he’d learn something too. As they all could.

The last one of them arrived with a flourish down the stairs. Bright and loud, stomping on the wood as if soldiers had been set loose in this house and not merely one male who made her smile sweetly despite herself.

He kissed her on the lips, a small peck. Something new for the others to witness. They looked at each other, mirth in their eyes—shock. But not from her happiness, Nesta thought, from their triumph. This broken girl who’d been mended when her heart was full.

“Sit down,” Nesta commanded softly, pointing her chin to the seat beside her—across from Azriel. She watched him look towards his brother, but Azriel merely shrugged.

“You waited for me?” Cassian laughed, the sound off even to her. His eyes squinting with concern… or was that vigilance she saw?

Oh, how dangerous he must know her to be to look at her like that.

Nesta smiled, her eyes softening. “I’d always for wait for you.”

Cassian lips set into a fine line at the sickly-sweet tone.

“In fact, I couldn’t have done this without you,” she gestured to the room, shrugging at the last moment. A strained laugh on her voice, “Or so they’ll say.”

Nesta set her newspaper down. The paper rumbling. Distantly she could hear the yells of soldiers, the clash of swords calling to her in her memory.

But none of that noise was here. No one said a gods-damned thing.

She sighed, sitting back in her chair, surveying them all. She could scent their fear, but Nesta didn’t know who it was coming from as she looked to food in the center. Vibrant jellies, eggs, and bacon. Much more food than any she’d consumed in her months away. She’d been reduced to plain porridge.

“Just say what you need to say, girl,” Amren said, gripping the table with her hands. Small and powerless.

Not as powerful as her anyway.

“You’re right of course, dear friend. I should get on with it as any other.”

Nesta lilted her head in a nod. “Consider this meeting long overdue. It was my fault really, for having been in such a low place. I suppose being constantly faced with death and brutality is a regular occurrence to the fae.”

She shrugged a nonchalant shoulder, huffing a laugh as Cassian’s gaze went to the skin of her collarbone from where her robe had slipped off from her shoulder. “Or so I’ve been endearingly reminded of for the past four months… It was my bad of course for letting things get too far.”

Nesta leaned forward, laying her head delicately on her hand. “Isn’t that what you said Feyre? I want to get the exact words right.”

But Feyre didn’t speak only stared at her with those blue eyes so much like hers but so different. They were made from different parts she supposed—different parts of their mother. Feyre got the stomach, and Nesta got her cold, melodic heart.

Queen indeed.

“Letting things get too far?” Nesta laughed, the sound loud even to her own ears. “Yes, I suppose that was true… But you know, this amazing thing happened when I was forced to follow this routine of yours. Have breakfast. Train. Have lunch. Work at the library. Have breakfast. Train. Have lunch. Work at the library. Over and over until I thought the monotony might kill me itself.”

Nesta smiled brightly to all of them, her eyes rolling over their gazes. Elain didn’t dare look at her. Nesta was not in the mood to comfort. What were older sisters for but to lead by example?

“If the magic and the trauma didn’t do it first,” she added.

 She lowered her voice as if she were about to tell a story, engaging her audience until all they could do was listen.

“And then—like a miracle—Cassian was called to Vallahan and I went with him. Screw the rules, he said…” Nesta patted him in the shoulder. A good little soldier. “So easy for you to say that when the rules were not made for you.”

“You know what I discovered?” She sang.

Nesta waited for an answer, but no one would meet her gaze.

She looked to the one who knew so much about the outside world. The one who could never leave the one inside her head. “What did I discover Mor?”

Mor took a sip of her mimosa, cringing as she swallowed. “People fear you.”

“People fear me,” Nesta said, proudly.

She laughed, shaking her head at these beings in pajamas who thought so highly of themselves.

She lifted a shoulder, “for good reason of course. I certainly convinced the council of Vallahan. I always knew I had this power, but to wield it—to not let it control me but to be controlled—Glorious.”

“And you know what I learned in those two weeks?” Nesta lowered her voice, the words slipping out of her in a sneer. “That I have more power in my little pinky then you have in your entire body. All of you.”

She flipped her hair back, where a stray piece had fallen forward, “I got your little treaty signed of course. That was simple. You’d be surprised how easy it is for people to give up their will when they are pissing their pants. But no matter, all’s fair right?”

“Why are you tell us this?” Rhys asked. “What do you want?”

Her eyes went to his, those violent storms of subdued rage.

Tell me again to sit like a dog High Lord, she whispered into his mind. Rhys sat straight up, Feyre grasping his arm.

Nesta simply picked up her newspaper once more. The image in the center showing a great depiction of Velaris’s royal family.

“You ever make a decision on my behalf again,” her voice turning to soft silk. As sweet as a poison apple, “I will burn this city to the ground.”

Nesta tilted her head up, noting the marbled leaves engrained in the ceiling. The opulence. The fraudulent comfort of a house too large for two.

“I think I’ll start with this estate.”

She tutted. “Paints are usually flammable, aren’t they Feyre?”

She watched her sister swallow, the light of Rhysand’s eyes dimming to a darkness she thought might engulf them all.

Nesta could smell his fear…

She lifted the cup to her lips, “Understood?”

“Duly noted.”

The rest mumbled their assent.

And Nesta turned to the toast at her side, already spread with apricot jam. She picked up the bread and set it on Cassian’s plate. “I quite like these jams. We should get some before we go.”

“Too much sugar,” he replied slowly, as if he was getting used to the switch from her being threatening to caring. “You eat this, and you’ll be tired within the hour.”

Nesta pouted in response, wrinkling her nose, “You know, you really need to lighten up. Maybe you’ve gotten harsher in your old age.”

Cassian gave her a hard look.

“I mean, you’re in your 500s. You can barely keep up with the times,” She teased. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t keep up… in other areas.”

Cassian scoffed, lifting his lips in an outrageous laugh.

“Wait” Feyre called, holding her hands up in surrender. Nesta turned to her, lifting a curious brow. Her little sister blinked back, unsure if Nesta still wanted to destroy their home.

She would never destroy her little sister’s home...

But then Nesta thought of her shabby apartment laying in rubbles, ready to be rebuilt.

Oh, right.

“Will you continue to be our emissary?”

That was a question Nesta was not expecting…

“Oh, I don’t know,” She flourished. “I suppose we’ll see how it goes.”

She shrugged dramatically, “You follow these rules… and after a couple of months, I’ll re-assess your behavior. We can revisit me working with you all after some time has passed.”

“I don’t see how you’re allowed to do whatever you please, just by being threatening,” Amren noted.

Nesta smiled at the hypocrisy.

“Subsection B, Line 84 says I can,” Nesta sang, “As long as were making up rules.”

~

I’m laughing as I type this. This book is about to be a cathartic experience. It actually did make me feel better to write this. 

I wish someone would release an epub already. Like fuck this shit, we’ve bought three versions, two versions, one versions, multiple versions. There’s only a week left. It hardly matters, release the PDF! The book was supposed to be out last month anyway. I’m not into self-righteousness right now, like the release of books is mostly about money. Sara has earned her part. I’m sure she’s happy. These are the people who hardly cared about promoting it at all. I think they threw this book out the window a long time ago and you know what they saved money on promotions too. They’ll be fine. 

I’m clearly displacing my anger... But I cant handle this anymore... But I cant stay away. 

[jayflrt]

aww <3 you are literally the sweetest akka, do we have a big sister day as in mother's day and father's day?? you need to get the big sis award!! rlly 🥲 you always help me in everything which makes me wanna help you back, but how? i'll figure a way out for that and don't you worry i'll make you the proudest big sister i think i ever have (hypothetically)

thanks for the study tips, i just can't get to focus because of the construction work beside my apartment 😔 but if i do have that concentration, i can complete my whole math textbook in one sitting 😎 that's how fast i am but i'm lazy 🙄

ah~ even me, guitarist!jay and bassist!reader 😲 lmao, i wrote that in flow, well!! then let's make it come true or yk, oh! fuck just got an idea, sjdishfas i'm great!!! 😭😭😭 akka, just wait till i get my life back on track and start writing, i'm sure this story will be a cliche type but more better with many misunderstanding!!! (🤫i'm a sucker for enemies to lovers and fake dating aus 🥺💔)

but the fact that jay had that guitar since his high school *cries* and he still has it, it means that jay is that dude who keeps every gift/thing he loves till it's broken/spoiled or till eternity.

huhu! chennai city girl </3 i'm your local jay simp 😔✊🏻 wah~~ chennai is really pretty and calming yet bustling with the crowd. i wish to visit chennai once again :(

akka 😭😭 not you explaining everything about my mbti, i know about that but i just asked you for the ennaegram one </3 lmao you just help and can't do anything :( you are the sweetest <//3

and what's the mbti test you did with enha, give me the link too and i'll picture mine too, can i send it to you through anon? like there is an option where you can send pictures, videos and links when you on that switch, do you have that option on near the ask settings?

with ddeonu it's perfect and jay it's good, lmao. but i think sunoo would suit you because he needs appreciation and compliments and you give them so well </3 yup! that's right :) normally guessing, i might be compatible with jakehoon or heeki?? just guessing though, hehe. akka once you send the link, i'll do the fucking test.

and thinking about 11:11, just think about 22nd feb (two's day) like the date and time—22/02/2022, 22:22 and then let's go back to the 2011 and the eleven's day—11/11/2011, 11:11 🤯 wow!! and think about the people born on that same date and time, like no wonder it's a wonder or a miracle...

so you knew treasure before that's good, yea- take your time to stand them or just ask me because i've been with them fore three fucking years and the reason they took so long to debut was because of yg's scandals and they delayed their debut many times!! it's sad knowing it and i cried when they debuted </3

and get ready for me to spam you with yoshi pics </3 and why don't we trade pics of each other's biases? you send me my jaehyuk pics and i'll send you yoshi pics... deal?? 👍🏻 or 👎🏻

i'm happy you enjoyed your trip with friends </3 something about them feels different when we get closer to them, be it a 1 year, 3 year, 5 year or 10 year old friendship, it's just different than a romantic relationship. i never had friends since young and it was just me not until my sister was born.

i think i'll rant about this friendship and love scenario after some time later, just you hanging out with your friends gave me a nostalgic feeling.

my weekend felt good but it's just my parents in a quarrel is suffocating my chest, they are in the urge of signing each other's divorce papers 🥲 lmao i mean like just fighting daily and they are in separation from each other...

— 🦔

PLS THATS SO NICE :’’) 💖 and i think august 1st is national sisters day !! HAHAH <3 but omg you dont have to worry ab helping me back or anything, love, it’s my pleasure !! 😭 

also omg have you tried listening to music while you study?? :o that distracts me tbh but it might be better than having to listen to construction :’) also i feel you HAHAH i get so lazy with studying 🤧 in fact i have a lot for this weekend that i need to finish before friday so i need to get my act together and Not procrastinate 🏃‍♂️ 

ahh yes take your time with writing !! and omg i adore fake dating aus as well ♡ friends to lovers is my all-time favorite but enemies to lovers is so so good in a more intense(?) way as well :’) 💘 pls jay is soooo sweet 😭 he’s so sentimental it just makes me love him sm more <33

and omg yeah chennai is v pretty :’) i miss it v much and i hope you can visit again one day 🌷💕 and omg PLS i didn't realize you just needed to understand the enneagram !! i just went on a whim and tackled two birds with one stone <3 also i don’t think you’re able to send photos/videos off anon love 🤧 but i can do it for you here !! 

and omg actually words of affirmation is my least used love language so i don’t think i’d be good in that aspect at all !! 😭 im good with gift giving, acts of service, and quality time 🥰 

also omg i remember ygtb too and i followed for a little but it took toooo long 🤧 but im glad they finally debuted !! and i heard jikjin hit 50 mil :’D and i ALSO hope they enjoy their first win as well 🥰💗 AND HAHAH SOUNDS LIKE A DEAL :’)

you can rant about friends/love whenever you’d like/feel comfortable, so take your time !! and yes i agree it’s much more fun with friends :’’) i have a friend group i’ve known for close to a decade and they’re so close to me ♡ but i have other friends here and there who are close as well 💗 

and omg im sorry ab your parents anon :(( it feels that way a lot sometimes but i do hope that things get better between them! 🌷 do you have any plans for this week? :o

[theivashkinator]

「    @kissedbyspirits​ was amazing and found these two very short excerpts from “Adrian’s Diary”, written by Richelle Mead (author or VA/BL), which means these are canon. Since I sure as hell didn’t know about them, I’m posting them here in my tags so that I can reference when needed, and y’all can have a little more insight into this lovable asshole.

because honestly, these are short, but they’re kind of hilarious and oh-so-Adrian    

note: I’m tagging this in my headcanon tag only so I can find later, but they are in fact CANON and NOT written by me

omg tho Adrian is polyam in canon!!!    」

Adrian's Diary #1

Date: Springtime, sometime during the year Vampire Academy #1 takes place

Well, I did it. I finally quit college. Again. I should’ve known better after the first time, but Mom kept pushing me to give it another shot. After half a semester, I knew I was done. Again. Dad said I didn’t try hard enough to make it work, but I think the university didn’t try hard enough to make it work for me. Like, on the first day of class, my watercolors professor kept going on and on about how we needed to express ourselves. But when I told her a couple weeks later that homework wasn’t really an expression of the powerful emotions burning within my soul, she said I was going to fail her class. Hypocrite. At least I was doing good in Intro to Women’s Studies. My professor wrote “Good effort – please rewrite” on one of my papers, which I think is pretty solid. I also got six girls’ numbers, which is more than the only other two guys in class managed to do. But I don’t really need to get up early and sit through a lecture to get phone numbers. I can do that anywhere. Dad asked me what I’m going to do with my life, now that I’m a second-time college dropout. I told him I’m going to do what I’ve always done. Be awesome. Be Adrian Ivashkov.

Adrian's Diary #2

Date: ~November, the year VA takes place I don’t get why people are so touchy. When I told Dinah Drozdov that I wanted to keep things casual and still date other people, she was fine with that. When I told her sister Aly the same thing, she was fine with that too. But for some reason, when Dinah found out Aly was one of the “other people,” she flipped out. And when Aly found out about Dinah, she really flipped out. I guess there’s some special rule about dating two sisters at the same time. Like that you aren’t supposed to do it. But then things got really bad when their dad found out. He started going off about how I was going to suffer in new and terrible ways I’d never dreamed possible. When Aunt Tatiana found out, things got really, REALLY bad. I guess Lord Drozdov is critical to some motion she’s trying to get passed, and he threatened to pull his support because of me. Aunt Tatiana was pissed, to put it mildly. I still don’t really understand these aura things I keep seeing, but hers was deep red, and that just didn’t seem like a good sign. Neither was her screaming at me. Usually, she lets me get away with anything, but this crossed a line. She told me I couldn’t stick around Court for Christmas, not with Lord Drozdov  there too. She needs to smooth things over, and me sitting next to him at Christmas dinner might throw that off. So now I have to go spend the holidays at some crap ski lodge in Idaho. I hate skiing, but what I hate even worse is finding out my dad is coming along. Two weeks on “vacation” with Nathan Ivashkov? Looks like I really am going to suffer in new and terrible ways.

[nextstopparis]

2, 18, & 19 for the long answer ask?🥺✨

lsfjskjfs ahhh thank u :DDD (also now this is my chance to tell you how much i love YOUR blog omg)

2. What’s your top five songs at the moment and why?

OOF. well rn im listening to Love Story (taylors version) so thats gotta be one of them lol. 

i also really like Good Life by OneRepublic and On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons because they r very good songs. i listen to them a lot whenever things Go Right in my life so i guess i also have good memories related to them.

theres this instrumental piece from the soundtrack for The Crown, called Sisters, and i cannot stop listening to it. i cant really explain bc words??? but i lovelovelove it more than i can say. its been on repeat for like a month now, at least. and while we’re on instrumental pieces: Gwen and Arthur’s Theme from Merlin is just. so many chefs kisses omfg...

18. Describe an essay/story you wrote in school

omfg ok... if its ok im gonna do both an essay and a story if thats ok bc i LOVeD gr.12 english and was really happy with a few of my things. idk how specific u want the description so im gonna get really specific omg feel free to not read this lskjfslkf:

welp one of the last essays i wrote in high school was about the great gatsby. it was like. 2.4k words long, and all about truth vs. reality and gatsby’s journey from creating this ideal life for himself in his head and trying to replicate it in real life and how it all eventually crumbled bc real life cant be ideal and blah blah blah. basically, i was just describing how he daydreamed and then his eventual demise in not being able to accept that the daydreams would never be perfectly replicated in the real world. it was a critical analytical essay and i basically just followed gatsby’s life in each paragraph i think? except we were encouraged to make it a universal thing, not a character study, so by “followed his life” i mean i just used diff parts of his life as my pieces of evidence lmfao... the first paragraph was about how ppl build up their ideal lives in their head, the second paragraph was abt how with the right incentive ppl seek to actually build said ideal life but...outside their head... and the third paragraph was the inevitability of reality falling short of the perfectness they’d imagined in their minds (i mostly used his relationship w daisy as the evidence for that last one lmfao). anyway, it was called “how to save a life” bc i thought i was funny w the whole ideal life crumbling and... the end...anyway idek. i was really proud of that essay, i liked my ideas and it was fairly easy to come up with. wording it was a bitch and after i handed it in i remember reading the doc and not understanding a single sentence and then panicking but. thats not important i got 100 so go me!!. (also: yes i did in fact pull it up to answer this bc i forgot kfjslkjfslkj)

anyway. so gr. 12 english was especially fun bc that was the year it wasnt all about essays. based on the text we read, we either got essay prompts or story prompts. for frankenstein, we got like three pages of quotes and were told to pick one and write a creative piece on it. i chose “I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling”. anyway, i split the quote up into three parts and used those as page breaks to break up three diff sections. the whole thing was just three different stories of three different people in three different situations encountering the same problem. a girl who was trying to write a eulogy for her mom but not knowing the right words to use to do her mom justice, a boy with an oversensitivity issue trying to journal his thoughts but not being able to describe the way it feels properly, and an artist who’s trying to describe an art piece of hers but not knowing how to with words. i was really happy with that one too. :)

(unrelated but i also wrote an essay on j*an j*ques r**sseau and bitched about him the entire essay lmfao but anyway)

19. Whats sole life advice everyone should know?

man, ive barely been alive for 2 decades i jfslkfjslkjfks idek. heres one thing i would have loved to hear at some point: it’s okay to fail at some things, and it is okay to fail at them more than once. heres something ive just learned myself, i guess: people, more often than not, really appreciate it when you wish them a happy birthday, or tell them ‘good job’ or whatever. even if it feels awkward or embarrassing to say it at first. 

lkjksjfsk sorry im really not one to go to for advice lmfao

[ghostburs-blue]

Omg request of Sokka’s POV/letter to the moon (his girlfriend haha) pls ?

Request: Omg request of Sokka’s POV/letter to the moon (his girlfriend haha) pls ?

Summary: Sokka’s first girlfriend turned into the moon, that’s rough buddy

Warnings: *ATLA SPOILERS*, mentions of death, mostly fluff!!

Word count: 1.29k

a/n: this fic is def on the shorter side but i didn’t want to write more for the sake of word count!! i’m soso happy with how it turned out 🥺🥺 it’s my first ever avatar fic and i really hope you enjoy it nonnie!! everyone feel free to request more, i write for the gaang boys :,)

Paris and Helen

“hey, you okay?” katara asked, gently placing a hand on sokka’s shoulder.

sokka jumped, then relaxed as he realized it was just his sister. katara frowned, slowly sitting down next to him.

it was a training day, and aang was practicing his bending with katara, zuko, and toph. sokka, being a nonbender, decided to practice his sword skills.

however, it was obvious he was distracted from the start. he kept stumbling and tripping, to the point where aang had to ask toph if she was purposely putting rocks in his path (she adamantly refused, though admitted it was a good idea). sokka had given up and taken a break, grabbing a flask of water from his tent before sitting down next to it.

“yeah, i’m fine,” he offered weakly to katara, but she knew him better than that.

giving him a gentle punch, she shook her head. “no, you’re not. what happened?” she asked again, softer than before.

this time when katara looked at sokka, she noticed the tears brimming in his eyes. quickly, she pulled his head into her chest, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

she held him for a while, sokka quietly crying into her loose tunic.

after what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart. sokka resumed his position staring up at the sky, sniffling quietly. katara followed his gaze, and all of a sudden, everything clicked.

the moon hung high in the sky, directly across from the sun. it was an odd sight, seeing it in broad daylight.

“yue,” katara murmured, understanding dawning on her.

yue was sokka’s first girlfriend. unfortunately, it was never meant to be from the start. she was engaged to a known warrior from their tribe, for one.

katara sighed. when sokka loved, he fell hard and he fell fast.

sokka sat in silence, recalling his last moments with yue in his head. there was a battle at the tribe, in which the fire nation attacked.

the tribe held an important secret; the moon and ocean spirits were contained in a pond in their city. when the fire nation attacked, they killed the moon spirit. yue had given her life as a replacement, to fix the balance and restore peace.

sokka missed her every day. he wished he could hold her in his arms again, tell her that everything would be okay. that she didn’t have to marry that deadbeat of a fiancé, that she could learn how to waterbend if she wanted to.

but he couldn’t. he couldn’t do any of it because she had to go and make a stupid decision and be a stupid moon spirit to save the stupid. world.

“why’d she have to leave,” sokka whispered, afraid his voice would betray him. “why does everyone have to leave?” he asked, whimpering slightly.

katara sighed, knowing the question was rhetorical and he wasn’t expecting answer, only someone to comfort him through the pain. so that’s exactly what she did. she held him close, soothing him quietly, the same way their mother used to do when they were stressed or scared as children.

eventually, she pulled away. “sokka,” she whispered, holding his head up. “maybe you need closure,” she offered, murmuring under her breath.

sokka narrowed his eyes in confusion. he pushed himself to sit up straight, ”what do you mean closure?”

katara sighed. “i mean that you didn’t get a proper goodbye before she was gone. you held her as she left this world, sokka! that’s no way to let someone go.”

sokka frowned, but understood what she meant. “yeah, i guess you’re right,” he muttered.

katara offered a weak smile, standing up and brushing off her clothes. “be careful, sokka.” she walked away to the rest of he group, who had stopped training to try

and figure out what was going on. sokka turned and gave them a weak thumbs up, cracking a grin for their sake.

toph remained confused, and sokka laughed as he heard her exclaim, “what? what’s everyone making such a fuss about?”

that night, everyone headed to bed early. they were all worn out from the day’s work, and were tired. everyone except for sokka, of course.

he sat a ways outside of their campsite, watching the moon. it was a full moon today, meaning yue’s presence was also the strongest.

soon, sokka found himself talking. it felt a little silly at first, talking to his first love that was now the moon. but the longer he spoke, the longer he felt comfortable.

he told yue about everything that had happened since that fateful night, from zuko joining their team to rescuing his father from prison. it almost felt as if she was next to him, encouraging him to keep speaking.

sokka stopped as he heard a noise behind him. he turned, and noticed the corner of a piece of paper sticking out of toph’s sack, crinkling in the wind. he walked over and pulled it out, laughing to himself as he realized it was a wanted poster that had her face on it, from when she had scammed gamblers in town.

looking down again, something glinting caught his eye. sokka crouched down, picking it up. it was a pen.

looking back and forth, an idea struck him. a letter, he thought. he could write yue a letter!

without a second to spare, sokka found a flat rock to write on. he flipped the wanted poster over, pen poised to write. however, he hesitated slightly before making contact with the paper.

what does he even say? hi yue, sorry you had to turn into the moon to save all of mankind?

sokka shook his head, determined that this was the right thing to do. so, he started writing.

he started with how much he missed yue’s presence. how he loved her laugh, the little smile she gave when sokka made a joke. he missed her calming presence, able to clear his racing thoughts and settle his mind. he missed her eyes, the way she shone with the strength of a thousand stars and the spirit of the moon (literally). he missed her.

he could swear he heard the tinkling sounds of her giggle when he wrote about almost walking into aang after seeing her for the first time. with every scratch the pen made on the rough sheet of paper, sokka felt more and more connected to yue.

sokka finished the long letter with a little message telling her that he will forever love her and she will always be in his dreams.

he carefully folded it up, placing it in his pocket as he quietly tread back to camp. he set the piece of paper on the grass outside his tent, placing a rock on it so it wouldn’t fly away.

sokka slept easy that night, his dreams full of yue’s laughter and visions of her smiling at him.

the next morning, he woke up bleary eyed. rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he carefully stuck his head out of the flap of his tent.

glancing down at where sokka had left the letter the night before, he was shocked to find it wasn’t there. instead, there was a water tribe charm that he instantly recognized to be the one yue would decorate her hair with. a little note sat beside it, fluttering in the breeze.

with unsteady hands, sokka picked it up, eyes skimming over the small sheet.

i have always watched over you, my dear Paris, and i always will. i sense there is another lover in your future. her heart is kind and pure, and for that i give you my blessing. treat her like you would have treated me, had we not been robbed of our time together. i am always with you, my love.

[everlarkbirthdaygifts]

Happy Birthday, ilovepeetaanddarcy-peemadarzy

Happy Birthday, @ilovepeetaanddarcy-peemadarzy​! We hope you’re having a lovely birthday today, and got exactly the presents you were hoping for! To kick your party into gear, the lovely @mega-aulover​ has written a story just for you!

For: Ilovepeetaanddarcy-peemadarzy

Prompt: So, Katniss is pregnant for the third time and OMG they are twins!

A/N sorry it’s late I wrote two drabbles and I just couldn’t decide which one to choose…. So I hope you enjoy both...not beta’d so al mistakes are woefully mine.

Both Rated: G

Title 1: Mel’s Wish

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“Mommy,” Mel said her toothy grin caused Katniss to smile. They were in the meadow. Her daughter was dancing. Peeta was in the distance with their son playing patty-cake.

“Yes Mel?”

“I want a sister.”

Katniss smiled and hugged her daughter tighter. “But you have Jasper.”

“He’s alright but he smells funny and he doesn’t like playing dolls with me.”

The problems of a four year old were not exactly an earth shattering, but Katniss loved that her children could face such trivial things. They did not have to think about hunger, mutts, or cruel arenas with looming reapings. Her children had a chance at peace. Something she was slowly accepting that things would never be what they were again. There had been two presidents since Paylor took office. After four years she ran for the Presidency and won by a landside.

When her second term was nearly finished many expected her to run again. In a groundbreaking move she addressed the nation and put forth a two term policy like their ancestors had during the ancient days of democracy. Following her example many senators also vacated their seats allowing themselves two terms as well.

Power in Paylor’s own words corrupts absolutely without checks and balances. This ideal became was an established amendment to the original contract written by the Districts. It read; “In order for a fair and equitable establishment and to bring forth new and valued ideals no one should have more than eight years in any seat of power.”

These rules and many others eased Katniss sense of forboding about their future. The arenas were torn down and those that weren’t became an attraction to show people a past that we must never return.

“So I am guessing you want a sister.”

“Yes mommy a sister to play with and she can braid my hair and I can braid hers. Someone to play catch with.”

“But you can play catch with Jasper.”

“Mommy Jasper doesn’t understand how to play catch with Mermaids…”

“But certainly teach Jasper,” Katniss tried once more.

Her daughter put her tiny hand on top of hers and stared directly into Katniss eyes.  “No mommy, I need a sister.”

“MEL!” Peeta called.

“Go with dadd,” Katniss urged. She watched her daughter laugh and dance all the way to her father. Mel was practical and although she believed in Mermaids no thanks to Fin, Annie’s son. Her feet was firmly planted on the ground. For her to ask for another baby took Katniss by surprise.

So much so that the thought of another baby stayed with her throughout the day. Having Mel was hard. She had to overcome a lot of insecurities and fears. All of those voices died the moment she held Mel. For Jasper she suffered less knowing the moment in the end holding him was going to outweigh all of pitfalls she faced.

A quick look at the calender let her know she was not getting any younger.  She found her hand straying to her womb as she thought of what it felt like to hold her babies for the first time. The soft baby smell, the downey skin, the way they gripped your finger. The new baby pang hit her hard, but she kept her thoughts quiet. She would as she’d done with Mel and Jasper speak to Peeta about her desire.

Katniss smiled she was determined as Peeta, he waited a lifetime to be with Katniss and their daughter had that same grit. That night as she got ready to go to bed. Mel whispered, ‘Don’t forget mommy.”

“I won’t.” Katniss said getting up and tucking Mel in. She drifted to the bedroom where Peeta was quietly pulling down the bed for the night.

“What was that all about?” Peeta threw her a pillow.

“Mel wants a sister.”

Chuckled, “Of course she does. Jasper refused to put on one of her dresses yesterday.”

“What.”

“There’s been a private battle between them. Jasper wants to do things his way and Mel wants things her way. Jasper refused to play with her.”

Katniss sat down. “How did I miss all this.”

“I only found out about it yesterday,” Peeta said sitting next to her.

“You know what is so crazy?”

“No.” Peeta looked at me expectantly.

“I was considering having another baby before it’s to late for us.”

“You were?” His eyebrows shot up.

Katniss nodded. “This may be our last opportunity for another child, before it’s too late.” Katniss glanced at Peeta. “Crazy right?”

“No not so crazy, and you know me I’ve always wanted a gaggle of children. I only want what you want.”

“You do realize Mel will get an inflated head.”

Peeta laughed. “Well it is her idea.”

“How are we going to get them to get along?”

“Mel has to learn that she can’t have it her way all of the time,” Peeta said.

“Is that why you called her to play with you guys?”

“Yup.”

“I knew you would always be the better parent,” Katniss grumbled.

Peeta kissed her and her heart rate tripled. He pulled back and winked at her,  “Let’s make a baby Mrs. Mellark.”

Four months later Katniss found herself hugging the inside of a toilet bowl. “Did I ever tell you how much I hate this part.”

Peeta didn’t answer he put a cool compress to her forehead.

“You going to say anything?”  Katniss laid back against his chest.

“Nope, I’ve learned my lesson.” Peeta diligently wiped her face.

She grinned petting his leg. “Good boy.”

“So we have our appoint with Doc. Stevens  today, excited?”

“I am, there are a few things I would like to understand.” Katniss looked at her belly she’d already popped.  

“Well you’ve been hungry.” Peeta teased.

“Stop making me laugh,” Katniss chuckled.

“So let's get in the shower before Haymitch brings back the little ankle biters back.”

“We're going to be outnumbered after this one you know,” Katniss slowly got up heading for the shower.”

The doctor's office was shut down early so that Katniss could  get her appointment done in privacy.  To this day she was hounded by the pres. Despite fifteen years having passed since the end of the war.

Katniss was laying back on the table as the doctor did a sonogram. She paused momentarily. “Huh,” her doctor said once more moving the wand.

“Is there something wrong?” Peeta asked verbalizing the terror that gripped Katniss heart.

Suddenly they saw it on the small screen, a second baby.

“Looks like you guys are having twins.” The doctor said.

Katniss was shocked and that night as they prepared dinner.  They were all sitting at the table when Mel just came out and asked.

“So mommy are we having a baby?”

Katniss and Peeta looked at the other and said. “Two, but we don’t know if it will be a girl or boy.”

Mel jumped up, “Really! Jasper we’re getting more playmates.”

Jasper laughed.

Mel danced around she’d gotten her wish.

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Title 2:  The Accidental Surprise

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant not again. Peeta and I agreed that we were having two children. Yet here I am pregnant. The stick with the two bright pink permanent lines does not lie.

“Damit, Jo, why did I listen to you?” Katniss rubbed her face she’d casually mentioned how tired I had become recently.

Jo suggested I rule out a pregnancy.

I didn’t want to, in fact I got mad her suggestion and rebuffed her suggestion. But her words were like an annoying song that gets in your brain and you can’t help hum. I tried to ignore her words but after going down for a nap today I decided to give in and take the test.

The lines glare up at me.

How did I come to this moment I wonder, well actually I know how I got here. It was that weekend. Our anniversary, twenty years. Peeta and I well we acted like randy children. My reflection grins back at me. Getting your groove on with your husband and two kids wasn’t easy. Jo and Annie came down and took the kids on a magical weekend trip.

Peeta and I went at it like rabbits, we were barely functioning and walking straight when the kids came home. There are things that don’t work as right as you become older, Peeta’s back gave out on him on one occasion involving a table and on more than one occasion we did fall asleep. Ah the sleep so great to sleep in without an interruption.  

We did much more than sleep we made a baby.

This kid is an undercover agent because I don’t feel the normal signs, like the nausea, the feeling of being sick. The smelling. With both my kids I had a nose that was scientific. I could smell things from all the way in town. I splay my free hand over my belly and wonder if this real or could it be that this is a trick. I’m not exactly young anymore and because of the trauma I suffered in my youth my body is going through the early onset of menopause.

“Hey babe, you almost done in here?” Peeta opens the door and sees me holding the stick.

I smile, “Guess what…”

Peeta rushes in the bath room, he holds the stick. A riot of emotions filter through his face, shock, wonder, and disbelief. “Is this right?”

“The stick says it is.”

His eyes travel from my face to my stomach before traveling back up. “Why did you take the test?”

“Johanna.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I have been tired, more so than normal and I told Jo and she said to take a test to rule it out. I did and I am afraid this is one of false positives.”

Peeta embraced me and I melt taking comfort in his arms. “We’ll make an appointment with doctor Whitcombe.”

I nod against his chest. Three weeks later I sit gripping Peeta’s hand waiting for the results. They had urine and enough of my blood to make my clone. Leaning into his chest I feel his reassurance. The paper gown crinkles as I sit there. I’ve never been good with nudity so Peeta always brings me a blanket to slip on top of the blanket and socks. I need socks like I need air. Peeta doesn’t understand my insistence on wearing socks to bed. If not for the kids he wouldn’t wear anything.

“Do you think they’re taking so long because I am not pregnant and it’s just a hormonal imbalance?” I whisper my unspoken fear. “Do you think there is something else wrong with me?”

“Whatever they find we’ll face it together,” Peeta brings my hand to his mouth.

The brush of his warm lips against the back of my hand.

Dr. Whitcombe comes into the room with her nurse, Many. “Well congratulations are in order.”

“Congratulations,” I parrot back to him.

“We are going to have a maybe, I mean another baby?” Peeta whispers.

“Another.” Dr. Whitcombe smiled looking at them both. “You’re going to have twins.”

[theoriginalladya]

16 What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve done to put off actually writing? 17 How are you procrastinating today? (I would ask for 15 theoretically but that's Personal so really you don't have to at all!) - If you wanna. :)

from this prompt list

Thanks for asking!!!! (and I don’t mind for #15!)

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15. We all project onto our characters. Where has your personality or life choices leaked onto the page the most?

Short answer:  SHEPSHEP.  

Long answer:  most of my characters display different aspects of my personality or life choices.  I’ll stick with Mass Effect for this since I have so many Shepards - really, there’s a spreadsheet.  Last I looked, it was up to 85.  

So, let me give you a few specific examples:

Serafina Shepard - loves music, used to play guitar (or maybe it was bass? I’d have to go dig it up) with her twin sister (drums) and father (guitar/bass depending on what she played)  back on Mindoir.  She loved to dance, sing, anything involving music.  Later in life, it’s still something she enjoys, but she hides it from the rest of the galaxy.  Especially the dancing.  As she puts it, it’s one way to ‘boost crew morale’.

ShepShep - oh god, what HAVEN’T I projected onto these characters?  LOL  Early on, John and Jane display some of the better moments from my marriage; later on, after they divorce, Jane in particular experiences some of the same things that I’ve gone though.  There’s one moment in the ME2 story where she asks Jack to ‘be mad for me’.  That comes from a direct realization I had a few years ago:  I didn’t have to be ‘mad’ at my ex or waste energy being mad at him all the time because my family and friends were already doing that for me.  Instead, I could focus on the things I needed to, which included working with the Ex in raising our son.  

And the list goes on.  Not everything about these characters is something I experienced, of course, but there is a good deal that is.  What’s the old saying?  Write what you know.  I’m in my fifth decade now; I like to think I know quite a bit that helps to make my characters come across like real people.

16. What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve done to put off actually writing?

Oh, goodness let’s see ...  Honestly, I’m not the type to purposely put off writing, not anymore.  I had a period of about ten years, from when I graduated high school until I moved to the city where I live today, where I had the absolute WORST case of writer’s block.  It was understandable as for almost 7 of those years I was in college/grad school and my focus was on my education, and the other three I was a new high school teacher.  Life was BUSY!  But in all honesty, I really missed writing.  I’d done quite a bit of it when I was in high school, attending any events the school held where writers came in, and I enjoyed it!  

So, fast forward to moving here.  I was working at a bookstore (unable to find a teaching job) and needed some way to kill time and I pulled out my laptop and sat staring at a blank page in MSWord until ideas started to flow.  It took a long while before they did, and I had to listen to a LOT of music to stimulate the muses, but I started to write.  OMG it was BAD! lol  Still, it opened the doors - no, scratch that:  it opened the fucking FLOODGATES my muses had been hiding behind.  I started to write again, and with each piece I wrote, I got better, and then I found fanfiction (I was writing original stuff at the time) and oh man, a sandbox in which I could play where I didn’t have to create the world?!  

I learned pretty darned quick after that if I wanted to KEEP them flowing, I should always have a pen and notebook handy (I do!) no matter where I am.  Also, if I tried to stop them, that’s bad news.  So, I just keep on writing, even if it’s just to get the idea out of my head and down on paper.  Think of it as a sort of ... peace treaty between myself and the muses.

17. How are you procrastinating today?

Today?  Hmm, playing one of my games on my computer, crocheting, knitting, humming to myself, running out to grab lunch earlier from McD’s for me and kiddo, talking with the bff over Skype, playing with the cats, and I’m considering going to play Caleb Shepard’s NG+ for ME3 for a bit.  (and despite all that I’m at 904 words for the day so far, though in past my daily average was somewhere up around 3-5K per day?)   Keep in mind, this is all while ‘working’ from home, too (today was a very slow day, workwise).

[apprenticenerd]

"Anyone can send me an ask with one of the titles and I’ll post a snippet or talk about that WIP!" The Acropolis, Tacet, Checklist, A Tiny Galaxy, Hearsay, Going Back, Ella Disenchanted, Making Peace, The Slashed Circle, Wake Up, Tenno, Midnight, Heliotropism, Arrhythmia, the one about Among Us, the one about Library of Ruina, the one that’s a D&D world concept. Yes, all of them. I know you wanna talk about all of them. So go, go forth and do it!

Hoooo boy, this is gonna be a long post. Lots and lots of writing snippets under the cut to avoid dash stretch!

The Acropolis - original - length uncertain - 1.4k and counting

im not ready for this im not i thought it would be yrs i thought id at least get an english degree first

omg sal whats goin on

fuckin hell whyd it have to be now i have a chem lab tomorrow

sally-tate macpherson. u never swear. ever. wtf is goin on.

ok. jess. i need u to listen really really carefully. understand?

answer the goddamn question ur scarin me

shut up and listen and this will go a lot better

fine but u need to tell me wtf is happnenig

ok. im going to tell you a bunch of stuff. not giving u advice, thats not allowed, but im gonna tell u stuff it seems like itd be impossible for me to know.

?????????????

i said shut up this is really important dont question how i know it. just go with it and figure out what to do. and dont die. bc no matter how crazy stuff seems, if u die, ur dead. here and everywhere. ok?

This is an original story coming straight from a @/writing-prompt-s prompt about a crack in a kid’s hardwood floor that they fantasized was a portal actually being one. I originally intended to write the entire thing like this, as a conversation over text, but that may not be feasible given a certain world-building detail at the other end of the portal (and the limits of my creativity lmao).

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Tacet - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 3.2k and counting

She closed her eyes again, and there it was. Hallucination? Some new science trick with electromagnetic radiation off the visible spectrum? Evidence that she was actually going insane? Whatever it was, it burned behind her eyelids in bright, incontrovertible red - and was completely invisible when she opened her eyes again. There was just the usual mess of club posters and one big one about someone’s exceedingly dumb-looking lost cat.

Eyes open, there was only Sargent Snuggles. Eyes closed, there was the normal darkness and then three lines of text where the poster had been, wavering like scarlet fire:

JOIN TBC JOIN TBC JOIN TBC

TBC? What the fuck was that? She’d never heard of any group with that acronym before. Hardly aware of the flurry of weird looks from half the other people in the hallway, she crossed the hall to examine the lost cat poster more closely. It felt like perfectly normal paper when she touched it, and there wasn’t even a hint of red with her eyes open, unless you counted the cat’s tacky pink sweater. How the hell was this even possible?

“You’re finally cracking, Bri,” she groaned under her breath, then headed for her locker. She did have to get home. Add another big fat entry to the weird shit list.

A backstory one-shot for my Blackout Club OC Briar, telling the story of how she got into the club in the first place. I’ve been stuck in the same spot for a while now, after Briar’s friend Dani explains the club to her, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the scene’s over as is. Of course, writing the next one is the tough part.

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Checklist - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 1.7k and counting

8. You still have a headache. Shouldn’t you go back to sleep and try to do this in the morning?

9. (wake up)

10. Nah, you’ve always been a night owl, and school starts criminally early, too early to get much done beforehand. It’s quiet, except for Dad snoring. Your parents are asleep already. You can stay up until this is done, and they’ll be none the wiser.

11. Your head hurts worse. It’s getting harder to think. At only 9 pm? 9:30? Whatever. You should sleep.

12. (wake UP)

13. What are you thinking? You have to read at least a little of this chapter, or there’s no way you’ll be able to bullshit your way through class tomorrow. Besides, all of a sudden, the silence feels...strange. Heavier? You can’t describe it.

14. You need to sleep. You need a drink of water or something. You need to finish this damn homework. You need to sleep. You need to sleep.

15. Stare at The Great Gatsby. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

16. Realize what’s up with the silence. Dad’s not snoring anymore. You aren’t feeling like yourself. You need to sleep.

17. Something’s weird.

18. (WAKE UP) 

19. ...No. Something’s wrong.

Another Blackout Club story and another Interface Screw, as it were, this time in the form of a (very long) checklist. None of the characters have names (yet). It describes another way a kid could find themself running around at night with the Blackout Club, this time by fighting off the Song just enough to run into a club member who could wake them up the rest of the way. As with Tacet, I still need to write the suspenseful part.

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A Tiny Galaxy - Warframe - 4 chapters planned, 1 complete, 1 in progress - 7.8k and counting

Try it if you don’t believe me, the kid in the vent had said.

It was impossible. It was physically impossible. All of this was impossible. Had the Void...? Could the Void...?

The ship was at a standstill. Her mother had tried to kill her, and something had happened. She’d made something happen. There had been no holoprojector in that kid’s hand. Nothing was impossible anymore.

Jhia took a deep breath. How the heck was she supposed to do this? Was she supposed to feel something, some internal guide? Blue Hair hadn’t said. Feeling incredibly stupid, she did a quick mental checkup on herself. Nothing felt wrong, or different - but now that she thought about it…

Afterward, she would try many times to explain it, and fail every time. The best she could come up with was that once she found the Void, calling on it was as easy and as natural as breathing. She opened her hands in front of her, concentrated on that force like an extension of herself, reopened her eyes, and there it was: a riotous little ball of energy, wisps and motes of light and not-quite-light like a tiny galaxy, the Tau system in the palm of her hand, raging.

More OC backstory time! This one’s for my Tenno, a nerdy fourteen-year-old (at the time of this story, anyway) by the name of Jhia, going through the hell that is the Zariman Ten-Zero and what happened on it. This is possibly the first part of the story I actually wrote: the roll-credits moment when Jhia realizes the Void’s changed her more already than she thought.

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Hearsay - Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina - one-shot - 1k and counting

"Oh? Did they investigate further?"

"They tried. Found a few fingerprints, but they didn't match anyone in the database."

"What's the update, then?"

"Reports from elsewhere in the district of someone not in uniform carrying a Zwei sword. They're slippery, good at avoiding us, which would suggest Syndicate operative to me and HQ. Except that in every one of the descriptions we managed to get, our sword thief is a child."

"What? How?!"

"You tell me, Iona. You're the one who went to the crime scene."

"Right... Jeez, if it's a kid, I guess that'd explain why Petrov thought they weren't a threat..."

"My thoughts exactly. HQ has a fair amount of hearsay to go on, but nobody can quite agree on how old the child is, or whether or not she's with a Syndicate. Most agree that she appears to be a girl, tall for a child, auburn hair, clothes and demeanor typical of a Backstreets native."

"We got a name?"

"They've heard Yeri, Kali, Redbird, Suma, Aelfin... No one knows which is her real one, or if it's even any of them at all."

"Damn. ...Say, are you going to drink that entire pot of coffee?"

"Help yourself."

This is one of those stories that turned into an accidental AU when more of canon came out. The idea behind it is that it’s Kali’s backstory told entirely in conversations in which she did not participate, showcasing the fact that a Fixer’s fame is their livelihood and Kali was about as famous as they come, before the whole L Corp thing happened. Of course, the vast majority of the headcanons here got invalidated with a certain Ruina update, so my motivation’s kinda down on this one.

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Going Back has already been talked about here!

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Ella Disenchanted - The Blackout Club - one-shot (maybe two-shot??) - 1.4k and counting

She woke. Her stomach went through a series of panicked flip-flops as she thought something strange had done it, Dad or a little-kid-nightmares shadow beast had made noise, but no - why had she fallen asleep in the first place? Her butt and shoulder were sore where they’d been leaning on the bottom and side of the windowsill, presumably all night, since the sun was full up over the trees on Old Growth Hill. 

All night. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall asleep, but she did anyway. God dammit.

As she unfolded herself from her cramped ball, though, she froze. Under the comforter she’d pulled around her shoulders for warmth, she was wearing her gray jacket, a T-shirt, jeans, sneakers getting dried mud all over the carpet. 

Last she remembered, she’d been in her pajamas.

In which a Blackout Club kid’s little sister wonders where he’s gone when he runs away to the boxcar, and tries to get to the bottom of the mystery herself. Usually she’d be too young for the club to recruit, but her investigations and an incident involving SAO are more than enough extenuating circumstance. Unlike most of my other WIPs, there’s a whole outline at the end of my doc for this one.

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Making Peace - Warframe - multi-chapter - 1.5k and counting

“I…” Iksoh finally said. “Sorna, I hope you realize. I’m not into this. I never - I’m not doing this. Whatever you’re doing, I can’t.”

“I know,” Sorna said softly. The decision tore at her heart again and she almost backed out of the vent, but no. She had to go. She wouldn’t see another innocent crumple in her rifle sights. “I hope you realize. I’m not coming back.”

Behind her, Iksoh let out a long, shaky breath. “It’s taking all I’ve got not to report you right now. Sorna… the Queens’ll have my head for this. Please, please, let it be worth it. Go. Don’t let them take yours.”

“I won’t,” Sorna promised, and meant it.

Later, after her last fight for her freedom was done, on the Steel Meridian ship headed for Kronia Relay, Sorna looked out at the planet retreating behind her and thought of Iksoh. She’d just learned a new word from a Meridian soldier: vaykor tal, the defector’s spirit. Iksoh had let her go, at risk of their own life. They’d had a bit of the vaykor tal themself, even if they hadn’t known it, even if they’d thought it was just some weakness that was bound to get them killed.

“Ranre treri, duf krun,” she whispered into space, a Grineer well-wishing passed down from sergeant to tube-fresh lancer since time immemorial. May your hands be steady, and may life be kind.

This is an AU born of me and some friends wondering why in the heck Perrin and the Meridian hate each other so much in game. It’s about a group of Kavor - Grineer defectors distinguished from other Meridian members by their pacifism - who get to a Relay and start wondering the same thing. Besides Sorna (and, later in the story, Iksoh as well), there would have been Chakh, Beket, and Sydon, plus at least four of the syndicate leaders and a bunch of side-character OCs, all caught up somehow in what turns out to be a surprisingly far-reaching web of intrigue.

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The Slashed Circle - Warframe - one-shot, probably - 429 and counting

In addition to their written and spoken language, the Grineer have a full language of hand signs. It has its quirks, as all languages do - be careful of confusing it with the Corpus sign language, in which the sign for “to pay” roughly approximates the Grineer sign for...a certain portion of the male anatomy. Among these is the common Grineer sentiment against those who defect from their ranks, baked into the sign just as much as their spoken words. 

The sign of the slashed circle, the sedashkur - a finger drawn in a circle on the chest, followed by a diagonal line - is the highest of taboos to any loyal Grineer. It shows support for such scum as the Kavor and Steel Meridian, enough so that it forms the basis for the Meridian’s battle standard. To sign the sedashkur is to betray your siblings, commit a grave insult to your superiors, paint a near-indelible target on your back. It is an object of hatred and fear throughout the ranks.

She fears it, yes, but she does not hate it, for all her life and into her death as well. It shouldn’t trouble her now, though. It is easy to hide a language, and she burned her journals before she was called to the fortress.

This is a fic about Jhia and her one (1) converted Kuva Lich, namely about the process of said Lich’s defeat and defection, that kinda never got off the ground. Contrary to this snippet, I think most of it would have been written in what are essentially space emails back and forth between Lich and Tenno? I definitely got as far as Jhia sending an audio recording of a bass-boosted dog fart, anyhow.

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Wake Up, Tenno - Warframe - one-shot - 950 and counting

“Wake up, Tenno.”

She wakes. She is - she is Tenno, right? She is a Tenno? Her mind is confused, so full of fog and dead ends - how long was she asleep?

The voice that woke her seems familiar. She might have loved the speaker, in her scrambled past life, the woman in the purple helmet, the one called Lotus in her HUD vision. Her surroundings are a ruin of some sort. Her body is—

...what?

She can move just fine. Her fingers and arms and legs respond with suspicious ease, given how long she must have slept to be this scattered upon waking up, and yet there’s some fundamental disconnect. This is her Warframe, her body, but it’s not her body somehow.

...wait, where did the term “Warframe” come from?

A Tenno, unnamed but intended to be Jhia on my end, wakes up on Earth at the very beginning of the in-game storyline. Since the tutorial has gotten an overhaul in recent months, I may have to modify even what little I have on this a lot.

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Midnight - Iconoclasts - poem - 280 and counting

been anything smaller than been anything

never been anything smaller than

“good morning, how’s miss grump doing today? i heard about that last mission...if you didn’t sleep well i can call you in sick, it’s alright-” “oh, shut up, grey”

there has never been anything

“oh, shut up, grey” “love you too”

smaller

“love you too”

than

me

A very fragmented, stream-of-consciousness-y poem meant to represent Agent Black’s failing sanity near the end of the game. The words of her famous one-liner (“there has never been anything smaller than me”) are interspersed, out of order until the end, with poetic descriptions of other characters and bits and pieces of a flashback involving Agent Grey.

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Heliotropism - Iconoclasts - one-shot - 1.1k and counting

Lily, though she’s superstitious, will have none of these self-important truths, none of these semblances of certainty when really all it is is wishing on Ivory and hoping for the best. She calls for Miss Andress instead. 

A stout but severe woman with ten grandchildren and a great-grandchild on the way, Miss Andress is perhaps the quintessential matriarch: nurturing, selfless, brutally honest. She is the one the people of 17 trust when they feel they can trust no one else. Lily needs the kind of reassurance only she can give, with the authority of ninety-one years and the wisdom of two sons, one daughter, and some five dogs raised under her care.

When Miss Andress visits House 4, she asks Polro and Lily to each bring an object they cherish the most. For Polro it’s his largest wrench, pitted with use but still polished to a brassy shine; Lily surprises everyone by pulling out a tiny, unloaded stun-gun, and surprises them more by not explaining it at all. Miss Andress doesn’t question it. She just turns the two tools over and over in her hands, head bowed, squinting at them as if trying to read the secrets of the universe in the scratches carved into them by time.

Finally she straightens up and sighs, pushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her forehead is slick with sweat, though the night is cool outside. “I don’t know what she’ll do,” the wise woman says, heavily, as if delivering bad news. “I just know she’ll change the world.”

Can you tell I like backstory fic? This one is for Robin, with one short anecdote for each year of her life, up to age 17 and the events of the game. It’s also an excuse to world-build a bunch, lol.

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Arrhythmia - Crypt of the NecroDancer - one-shot(?) - 4k and counting

The creature didn’t say anything, just beckoned to the shadows. Before I could move, two other creatures came for me, sending the other humans - former humans? - scrambling away in panic. One landed a hard blow on the back of my head that sent me to my hands and knees, seeing sparks; the other said “Freeze!” and I could only watch as ice sprouted from the leaf litter, cementing me to the ground.

The one who’d hit me produced a dagger from the inside of its cloak. I tried to pull myself up, to do anything at all to keep myself from getting shanked, but it was no good. There must have been a secondary effect on that spell; my limbs wouldn’t respond. I felt the dagger tear cloth in the region of my back, and prepared for the pain.

It didn’t come. The creature cut a slit in the back of my tunic, then another. Neither one touched the skin at all. I can’t really describe what happened next - my brain was having trouble computing how my arms were in front of me, visible, unable to move, but it felt like the creature was pulling them through the gashes in my tunic, but that was wrong, they didn’t feel like arms at all.

“Holy fuck,” I heard someone say.

The ice holding me down melted into nothing as the spell wore off. I jumped back up, head spinning a little, ready for another fight, only to spot two flicks of scarlet in my peripheral vision. I spun around, but they moved with me.

I think I already knew what they were. I just couldn’t admit it to myself.

You’ve already seen this one, Nick, though I’m pretty sure it was well over two years ago. It’s a pile of old headcanons, some of them now outdated I’m pretty sure, about how Nocturna ended up a vampire in the first place and a little bit about how vampire society works. According to Google Docs, I’ve been stuck on this one since March 2018. Whoops.

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untitled (working title “adult citra meets an impostor bc what is self-control”) - Among Us - one-shot - 572 and counting

“I know. You’re stuck, aren’t you?” Having well and truly gotten their full attention, Citra continues, “God, I can barely imagine. Having to take a weird-ass host whose biology might even be toxic to you, I don’t know. Needing to get to a whole other galaxy, feeling like the only way to do that is by deception and death.” “How…?”

She sighs. “I told you, this isn’t my first rodeo. One of your kind saved my life when I was a kid. Since he’d killed Mom and Dad had been out of the picture long before, he stayed here and helped raise me afterward. It’s how I learned to pronounce...a few of your words, at least.”

“You missed the ‘H’ sound.”

“Isn’t that the one that’s literally impossible to do right with Terran anatomy?”

“Maybe. You think I know Terran anatomy all that well?”

Citra chuckles. “Fair point. You let us find your buddy and fix the ship, I’ll raise Xai when we get comms back and he can try and help you get home. Deal?”

I found an Among Us comic on Tumblr, absolutely ran into left field with it to make a couple of OCs, and then made AUs of those OCs because of course I did. This one is from a future scenario in which Citra (typically orange) meets someone rather familiar on a mission with the crew of the Skeld.

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untitled (working title “library of ruina but they adopt half the guests”) - Library of Ruina - length uncertain - 1k and counting

“And what happened to not caring about others because it’s a waste of time and heartache?”

Now it’s Roland’s turn to sigh. “I don’t care about him. I just don’t want the guilt of killing - look at him, he can’t be older than eighteen or nineteen!”

Raised eyebrow. “Finn will be twenty years old in fifteen days’ time. He is a legal adult. I fail to see why this should matter to either of us.”

“He’s fresh off his first Fixer license! I have years of experience! He had no idea what he was getting into when he signed that invitation and you know it!”

Angela fixes him with a glare that turns his stomach, his freshly remade body reacting to the memory of its sudden, and extremely painful, dismemberment. “I could quite literally hold your soul in my hands if I wanted,” she reminds him in an undertone of steel. “I must do the same for him, following the invitation’s guidance, or my entire plan will be lost, my coworkers’ sacrifices all for naught. Do not disappoint me or ask any more impertinent questions. You know what to do, and what will happen if you do not.” 

Look, some of the people you fight in this game deserved so much better, okay? I came up with an AU concept where if a guest willingly concedes the fight and agrees to stick around, you can get their book without killing them. Finn doesn’t die; neither do Tomerry or Shi Association; all the former employees realize exactly what’s going on with Philip after the Wedge Office fight and manage to calm him down, avoiding the whole Crying Children situation. (And then Gebura makes him collect his jaw off the floor by revealing herself as the Red Mist.)

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The one that’s a D&D world concept doesn’t have anything concrete written for it yet. (Don’t read this bit if you might want to play in my campaign at some point!) Instead of your typical Forgotten Realms planar setup, the world at large would be called the Seven Spheres, each of them different in terms of climate, geography, native species and magic, etc. The First Sphere would be the most “generic” one (to our way of thinking) and the main setting of the campaign; it would also be the smallest of the Seven, its primary continent home to a former empire of dragons that spanned most of the Sphere until its mysterious fall a thousand years ago.

Now, since the empire fell, the dragons and their children have slowly been dying out. Best estimates are that there’s only a thousand or two left in the entire First Sphere, with fewer eggs hatched every decade. The player characters enter a world with pretty typical low-level quests to start with, but every so often, especially if they engage with optional story stuff (this would be a more roleplay-focused than combat-focused campaign), they get wind of changes in the air - a failed harvest here, an unusually hot and stormy summer there, a trade war once they start hitting mid-levels.

It mimics real-world climate change in all but cause. As coastal cities struggle to contend with rising seas and, more alarmingly, wizards all over the Sphere start to notice their magic falter and wane, the PCs’ goal becomes getting to the bottom of this. And what’s at the bottom is...your typical Nerd fusion of science with fantasy settings.

The Seven Spheres are not planes of existence in the normal D&D sense, but seven planets in the same solar system, each with its own ancient god far more powerful than any god in any mortal pantheon; the First Sphere is so named because it’s closest to the sun. These planetary gods are incredibly large and incredibly alien, thinking in geologic time and concepts far too broad and slow for most sapient beings to comprehend. A thousand years ago, the fall of the dragon empire was caused by an ill-advised ritual meddling with the god of the First Sphere’s natural process of rebirth, causing said god to die without a replacement.

It’s taken this long for the First Sphere to feel the effects because, again, geologic time - a thousand years is a blink of an eye in this kind of time scale. But now the ancient earth-magic that had kept the Sphere’s climate temperate and its magicians in business is failing. The dragons, as beings of magic intrinsically, have been failing all along. And now it’s up to the PCs, up at level 17-20 if not higher by that point, to figure out how to fix the situation and find a new planetary god for the First Sphere before the whole Sphere burns to death.

[szopenhauer]

What are you wearing right now? bluzę Lucy, tunikę z napisem Can’t touch this na tyłku, dresy...

Who was the last person you hugged? dad

Do you write down your dreams when you wake up? often

When was the last time you cried? Why? not sure

Do you still have most of your childhood toys? a lot of them

Do you get leg cramps often? recently I started to get them as I never did before :o

What is your religion? Christianity

Do you make wishes on your eyelashes? I blow at them to check who’s thinking about me

Have you ever met someone online then met them in person? If so, which website did you meet on?: yes, Dorota, tumblr

What was the last thing you threw in the trash?: strzykawkę

How many orange clothing items do you own?: just a few

Are you procrastinating at the moment?: kinda

Is there someone you really wish would talk to you?: maybe

Is Halloween simply the greatest holiday ever?: nah (Lisa is offended)

When were you last frustrated?: now

When was the last time you wanted to tell someone something, but couldn’t?: today

How many true friends do you know you’ll always have?: I worry that I will end up without my gf and dad :(

What color car would you definitely not want to own?: pink 

Do you look more for “cuteness” or “hotness” in the opposite sex?: cuteness 

How old is the nearest framed photograph to you?: it’s my dad’s black and white portrait so older than me probably

Are you picky when it comes to music?: dunno

What is something new you realized today? sigh...

Do you pick out your outfits at night or in the morning?: morning

What is the longest period of time you’ve chewed a single piece of gum?: not long

Have you ever seen the movie “Chicken Little”?: nope

What is the closest green object to you?: scissors

When was the last time you got your hair cut?: this month

Do you ever wear long socks?: not anymore

Polka dots or stripes?: stripes

Do you like the smell of hand sanitizer?: noooo

If your friend just died, what would be the first thing you would do?: omg...

Do you like the colors of your room?: they’re fine

Would you rather it be snowing or bright and sunny?: bright and sunny

When was the last time you went to the dentist?: almost week ago

Do you believe in reincarnation?: hmm...

What do you think of when I say PURPLE?: asexuality and Prince :D

What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I’m watching Mean girls reunion now How long do you think you could go without listening to music? dunno How long could you go without chocolate? years

How about without your Cell phone? depends Which do you prefer: computer or television? computer, I don’t watch TV Who do you get along with best in your family? my father obviously How often do you go to the movie theater? I don’t How late did you stay up last night? 1 am at least When did you wake up? late Are you ready for children? hell no Do you prefer to text your friends or call them on the phone? text Do you have a nice yard? meh When you’re bored in class, do you write on the back of your hand? used to at times Do you think that you see the world differently from others? kinda Do you watch the late night news? no news, I avoid them all as much as possible Do you have any odd obsessive habits? not obsessive? Do you prefer sour or sweet? sweet Are you currently in your house? I am indeed Do people ever compliment your eyes? M. complimented my eyes Do they compliment your hair? wonder why  Do you laugh at extremely corny jokes? oh well... Do you prefer ketchup or mustard? preffered ketchup Garlic fries or curly fries? garlic fries? eww! Are you one of the top 5 smartest in your class? been in elementary and partially middle school too Do you own any crazy socks? wouldn’t say so

Tell me about the first five photos you have on your phone or camera.: Nat took pics of cats 

Have you got any half or step siblings?: I have not

When was the last time you were disappointed?: constantly?...

What cars do your siblings drive, if they do drive?: she doesn’t

What about your parents?: neither

Do you like kid’s movies?: plenty

When was the last time you had to take someone home? Who was it, and where did you take them home from?: odprowadzaliśmy Gosie jakiś czas temu ze wsp��lnie spędzonego dnia w parku

Who did you last speak aloud to and what did you say?: parent, forgot

How many siblings do your parents have?: mom has a brother, dad has a sister and two brothers

What colour is your wallet?: I own several coin purses instead

Are you wearing any jewellery right now?: am not

What can you smell right now?: luckily nothing

Who last held your hand?: family member

Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies?: not Hobbit 

What is something you can’t seem to stop doing (or start)? uh oh 

When was the last time you comforted someone who was upset? hours ago When was the last time you yelled at someone? same What types of things typically cause you to cry? everything?... What is one thing that would make your life a lot better? better health - too late for that  How would you describe your overall aesthetic? complicated What is one of your most positive characteristics? What about one of your most negative? matter of perspective

Do you blow dry your hair or do you let it air out? first option Are you always late or always on time? early

Do you face your problems head on or do you run away from them? run What do you think of dreadlocks? cool Who do you know without a doubt cares about you? I doubt everyone, sorry Have you ever caught yourself talking in your sleep? mom caught me once or twice when I was a child Do you catch lizards? I photograph them

What is your favorite lyric in the song you are listening to? I like it whole - Tame Impala - Feels like we only go backwards Has anything seriously made you mad today? whoops

What brand of chapstick do you use? none, gross Is it cold in your house? not now Where you live, has it snowed yet? thx God it didn’t :o Are you the type of person who says you like something just to be cool? been there, done that, regret it What is the title of the last story you wrote? personal Paper clips or staples? staples Is swearing really necessary? helps :x Have you ever stuck your tongue to a frozen pole? I’m not stupid  Do you take screen shots often? shitload Is there an album that you can listen to without skipping over any songs? when in the mood Do you use Mozilla Firefox? only to listen to the mass on Sunday  Cinnamon: Yes or no? rarely What would your initials be if you married the person you are crushing on? who said I’m gonna change my surname? What year was your dad born in? not your business Do you have any beauty marks? moles? mhm Lyrics to end this survey, aye? :] Baby, I'm dying for another taste

hows your life at the moment? “rollerclaster” or worse do watch funny tvshows like family guy and south park? prefer Simpsons

have you let someone down recently? nothing new quick lyrics from the last song you heard.. Hi my little kitten who have you talked to on the phone today? - make a wish. right now. anything. miracles won’t happen to me... if you had to live at one of your bestfriend’s houses, where would u live? I already live with one lmfao how are you on this fine day? not the worst yet? are there any stressful situations in your life? ha ha ha... can you love and hate someone? I felt that  do your parents annoy you? my mother is a pro at this what’s your favorite Lady Gaga song? 911 lately any last words? better stay quiet...

[aqvarius]

[WALKTHROUGH + REVIEW + CG] Romance MD: Tetsuya Hosho

This review is coming in a whole month late because life got in the way of my happiness and general enjoyment lol. When I started writing this, there was still a heart sale on and there was no time limit for reading Hosho’s route PLUS the Collector’s Edition was available! So the value of this review is significantly less than it should have been but sadly life has just been so busy. Hopefully this is still helpful.

Expectations:

I was both more excited for, and afraid of, Hosho’s route. I was certainly more excited than I was for Takado’s route. But I was also afraid that Hosho was going to be So Dark like proper haraguro and this Dr. MC would just get sucked into his darkness and fall in love because of Stockholm Syndrome. I don’t really know if I have anyone that I would compare him to just based on first impression - Maybe Ryoichi from Seduced in the Sleepless City? In general I’m a bit wary of the super flirty and/or princely guys cause they’re always the type that don’t take love seriously and just mess around because they’re ToO aFrAiD tO tRuSt PeOpLe and they’ll treat you like garbage and you just have to deal with all their shit with unconditional tolerance because you’re in love. (Shinobu Narita… my nemesis… will I ever get to a point where I stop mentioning this…? Probably not.)

So basically I was eager to try Hosho but I also went into his route with a heap of trepidation.  If you’ve read my Takado review, you may also know that I’m not a huge fan of RMD’s Dr. MC. Was she any better in this route? Let’s see…

Click below to read the full review, plus walkthrough and CGs

Reality:

This route both exceeded my expectations in terms of plot but also let me down a little bit in terms of the relationship. Let’s start with Dr. MC. Hosho’s MC is fine… maybe I’m just being extra biased because I don’t like her sprite lmao #shallow. I do find her substantially more likeable than Takado’s MC who I personally don’t really like. I like that she actually acknowledges her feelings and actually… has… feelings lol, although something I don’t like about Dr. MC is that she’s not very introspective. I feel like other Voltage MCs tend to have a better grip on their emotions and what it is they’re feeling but Dr. MC is a bit like… omg WHAT??? I’m in LOVE???? They do refer to her as a robot at times which I kind of agree with lol, and I tend to prefer my MCs to be human. Also, I’m so confused by the reports that she writes. Aren’t they factual reports? When I write notes at conferences, I just write about people’s papers… I’ve never in my life written a report on my supervisors’ personal lives, nor would I show them to anyone if I did, and certainly not to the department head!!

Dr. MC is better about acknowledging her feelings and accepting her love for him in Hosho’s route though, I will admit, but it’s just my personal preference to like sweet MCs. If you like MCs which are a bit more snarky, you will probably like Dr. MC. However, because we read these routes from the perspective of the MC, I overall find it easier to actually fall in love with the love interest and the relationship when the MC falls in love. Which Hosho’s Dr. MC does… but just in a way that I don’t find very convincing? I wonder if it’s maybe that I can’t figure out why she falls in love – it feels more like general pity/comfort than love, although it does provoke an interesting thought exercise into what we might define as being in love. The strange thing is that plot-wise, I think them falling in love is smooth enough, but I honestly think it’s just the writing style that I find a bit too clinical (lol) maybe? So while the pacing is fine, it still somehow feels a bit abrupt. I haven’t quite figured out what exactly it is about RMD that I just find slightly off… (and I’m also too lazy to do a proper analysis and compare to some other titles).

I think it also depends on how you play otome games: do you treat the MC as a separate person? Do you tend to self-insert as the MC? Or is it sort of a mix of both?

Personally, I find for myself that it’s a mix of both. I like MCs that I can relate to, so in that sense there’s an element of self-insert, but I also do see her as a separate person (since they make a lot of choices that I wouldn’t and tend to have a form of strength and conviction that I absolutely do not have lol). Something I realised about myself is that when I read shoujo manga, I’m pretty indiscriminate about what types of guys I like… it’s more about the chemistry between the two characters. Speaking of playing otome games, I don’t really know how I feel about the Sekai inserts… I mean it’s fairly relatable to mentally interact with your favourite otoge characters but from a reader perspective, we know absolutely nothing about Sekai so I don’t feel any particular way about seeing him. Maybe it’s just a different way of communicating Dr. MC’s thoughts but yeah I don’t really know that the Sekai inserts are necessary…? Let me know what you think about him.

Also so maybe this is maybe a cultural thing but like what is the DEAL with the pheromones? I can tell you for sure that I’ve been attracted to people in my life but I’ve never felt them like leaking pheromones. (I think my boyfriend smells amazing and it makes me wanna be close to him but like… are those pheromones? I don’t know.) I find it funny that out of all of them, Hosho probably has the most ‘regular’/realistic(?) character design but we have to take their word for it that he’s the Sexiest Person Ever. I feel like it was a bit over the top but then again I really did become convinced that Hosho is just super sexy so… I guess it worked? But equally, I feel like it could have been toned down a little and I still would have believed that Hosho is sex on legs. He’s actually really likeable… but somehow I feel that the chemistry is lacking? There’s something about Dr. MC that I find just kind of bland.

My own doctor friends are totally normal people (by which I mean they have their own quirks and weirdness and hobbies/interests lol that’s what makes us friends) and even each individual love interest has their own personality and quirks so I’m not quite sure why Dr. MC just seems kind of dull to me. I mean I really like some of the newer Voltage MCs like the ones from Masquerade Kiss and Irresistible Mistakes, who are also career women and have a more concrete personality and yet can still fall in love, even when they may not want to. If we’re talking chemistry and sexual tension, look at Kazuomi and MK MC! Even though Hosho is supposed to be a walking sex machine, I didn’t really get much of a sense of actual chemistry between him and Dr. MC. So I think I like Hosho as a person (as in I, both from an observer’s perspective and my own personal tastes, like Hosho) but I don’t love his route. I feel like he would be better off with a different MC, like maybe My Sweet Bodyguard MC – someone who comes off a little sweeter – or even someone like IM or EITM MC who’s a mix of sexy and sweet.

I actually quite like Hosho, but I’m not sure if it’s just because he reminds me so much of Soma. He’s got that same kind of charisma and mystery (and popularity/smoothness with women) to him. I actually wrote in my notes while playing that Hosho is a sluttier version of Soma. While not as cold as Soma, Hosho can definitely be cool when he wants to be, doing the classic “pulling away because he’s scared to love” thing.  I do think there is an element of the “omg he’ll treat you poorly because he’s too afraid to trust people” but I actually like the way it’s done in Hosho’s route. So rather than treating you poorly because he’s too afraid to trust, it’s more like he pushes you away because he’s afraid of being loved because everyone who’s loved him has left him or forgotten him. I actually don’t find him to be too cold – some LIs can act up in really twisted ways (Shinobu…. Narita…..) because they have bad personalities lol but Hosho’s strategy is just to distance himself rather than be malicious about it. In a way, he’s once again similar to Soma who is kind and professional but distant/cold rather than intentionally cruel because of his own dead sister trauma.

All things considered, I think Hosho’s personality is actually quite regular – he’s just a flirty, pretty nice guy who uses physical intimacy to distract from his trauma. He comes across as both mature and composed but also stuck in his childhood and still quite vulnerable in some ways. He’s someone who has definitely found his own ways to deal with his issues, whether or not they’re actually healthy for him. We may have to wait a good while to see this (if RMD is still being continued beyond season 1) but I’m curious to see what he’ll be like as a love interest/boyfriend once his trauma has been dealt with.

(Cute rare blushing Hosho. As rare as cute rare blushing Soma)

I’m also kind of sad that Hosho doesn’t speak in Kansai dialect because I personally think Kansai ben is REALLY sexy and it would make his casual sexiness even better but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I was wondering if they just forgot about it but then you see him speaking in ‘translated Kansai ben’ (a.k.a. the bogan accent that Voltage likes to use as a replacement) as a kid and it’s soooo cute.

(SO!!!! ADORABLE!!!!! I LOVE BABY HOSHO)

(A bonus crying baby Tetsuya… pulls at the heartstrings…)

Something that I do like about all the Romance MD guys is that they all have their own different personality traits but they’re actually all so well-read and clever and demonstrably good at their jobs and individual specialties and they take their job seriously and work hard at it. This is certainly the case with Hosho too, who is a staggeringly talented neurosurgeon both in terms of practical skill and research. Perhaps even more than Takado, I developed a feeling of respect for Hosho as a doctor, although this may be because of the Dr. MC perspective in the storytelling – maybe this is another reason why I feel the chemistry is generally lacking in RMD because it sort of feels like there’s more of a professional relationship being built than a romantic one, and it doesn’t have the same sort of balance that we can see in other workplace romance titles such as Her Love in the Force, Our Two Bedroom Story and IM. I do feel like Hosho gets away with super unprofessional behaviour that Kasumi just kind of allows. I did want more explanation for the Kasumi-Hosho relationship a little bit more, although I am wondering if Kasumi just has a special relationship with every individual member of the ICU crew. 100koi+ has Takado’s MS from Kasumi’s perspective for some reason, so I’m assuming he has some significant relationship there too.

In general, there’s less banter amongst the doctors compared to Takado’s route which was kind of a shame, because their dynamic is part of what makes this game fun. I honestly think Takado is more fun outside of his own route. His grouchiness is kind of amusing. Hosho’s route also reveals a tiny little hint of what I think is Sen’s own true personality, as well as his obsession of Kasumi.

Reading Hosho’s route also piqued my interest in all of the other Lis too. All of these doctors have such trauma-filled lives!! I get that being an ICU doctor comes with a lot of mental pressure and having to deal with losing patients is terrible but they have so much shit going on in their personal lives too. It’s sort of like KOR levels of drama except they’re the affected ones rather than Dr. MC. Watch Ekuni actually have some sort of trauma-induced narcolepsy or insomnia and the theme of his ‘sky’ will be either sunrise or a dark vortex of a night sky. I bet Sen has some complex about being a child genius and his parents will be super demanding, which is maybe one of the reasons why he’s so obsessed with super young Chief of Medicine Kasumi. I’m also willing to put money on my guess that Matsunaga will have the most serious drama of them all.

By the way I forgot to mention this in my Takado review and I have no knowledge or whether or not it’s actually accurate so I wouldn’t trust my opinion on this but I appreciate the medical research the writers had to do. I like that they explain some things just enough for noobs like myself to understand what’s going on, but it doesn’t read like they’re dumbing it down. 

There are a few plot points which I feel are a bit cliched and maybe not as cleanly relevant as in Takado’s route, such as the nurses bullying you cause they miss being on Hosho’s sex rotation. (Also I was really prejudiced against Shirayuki I’M SO SORRY MISUMI FOR JUDGING YOU BASED ON YOUR SPRITE) and the whole thing about Hosho’s reputation as a demon because of his fanatical obsession with memory-based research. I think it’s quite normal in professional research communities to have a particular field of expertise and to focus most of your papers on that one subject and/or adjacent subjects. I’m not really sure why he might have a bad reputation or have people gossip about him because he focusses on one particular niche so I’m wondering if maybe it was a plot point that the writers thought would make Dr. MC begin to feel defensive of him. I had a similar view of that scene in the Pen when the nurses are slating him – I don’t feel like that was a particularly strong narrative point aside from drumming up a little more of that “he loves you but can’t be with you because he’s damaged” conflict. Overall, I would say that Hosho’s route plot is not as dramatic and is rather a little more subdued than Takado’s route, but I felt like Takado needed a route that dramatic to bring him and Dr. MC together while Hosho doesn’t. His route is surprisingly heartbreaking, the more you find out about him the more you just feel so terrible for him. When I went back and flashed through to do the walkthrough, I realised how awful some of the things that people, including Dr. MC, say to him are in light of his past and it definitely made me feel a lot more for him. I found Hosho’s backstory really unique and creative, and it explores some fairly mature themes and definitely adds dimension to the dead relative trope. Because his situation has not been fully resolved, the narrative definitely sets up well for a second season, and I imagine at some point he will have to come to terms with reintroducing himself to his mother.

Regarding pacing, I felt the same reading Takado’s route but I find the routes always start off quite slow. If I were reading them outside of the no wait period, I probably wouldn’t make it past episode 7. There’s also something kind of tiring about being at the early episodes (probably until about halfway?) and just wondering when the actual plot will start haha. But once the backstory starts coming in, then the pace really picks up. I don’t know that this route needed 30 episodes because I don’t think they were utilised as well as Takado’s 30 but 30 episodes = likely more money for Voltage if you spend hearts to avoid wait times lol.

Something I noticed about the game is that when I went back to replay to make the walkthrough, I could actually choose select chapters (rather than having to revert back to episode 1 and play through all the way). I didn’t test this before getting to SHE so maybe the ‘Collector’s Edition’ perks are unlocked once you get SHE! Speaking of getting SHE, you and Hosho don’t end up together in the Normal Ending so… there’s that… and the scene is literally like less than 10 screens long. I feel like it’s slightly unfair since Takado’s Normal Ending at least still has a confession from him.

Finally, I did also note some coding errors in the text boxes, something that I haven’t seen much in newer Voltage titles (we kind of got used to seeing typos and errors pop up here and there in some of the older titles haha).

To me, Hosho and Takado are both guys that I think I like that have compelling histories. My main issue is just feeling like there’s some chemistry lacking with regards to Dr. MC and the expense of the Love Choice system. That said, I’m even more curious to see what happens in Sen’s route, which I believe should be coming out next.

Hosho’s route costs 197 hearts in total. Less than Takado but still a HUGE amount. If you really wanted to buy all the heart scenes, I would suggest making the most of the heart sale that’s on right now and getting the 200+10 hearts deal for 19.99 although this is still atrociously expensive. (lol this is how long ago I started writing this review). As always with Love Choice, you miss out on key plot points if you don’t pick the heart scenes, or there will be contradictions between your choice and what happens next. I really wish there was a better way to still get the plot points and key elements and just miss out on some sweet scenes. Like with Takado’s route, a huge amount of hearts are concentrated in the last 10 chapters. Between chapter 20 and 29 of Takado’s route, the heart scenes cost 110 hearts; with Hosho’s the heart scenes in chapters 20 and 29 cost a whopping 133 hearts!!! This means that 67.5% of the required hearts are concentrated in the last third of the route with 16 points value, so I would save hearts for some of the later scenes rather than the earlier ones if you wanted the heart scenes and/or to get to SHE. If you ignore the ones that I said aren’t worth it, that should give you 26 points which brings you to SHE with all the CGs. Alternatively, scroll past the walkthrough to see the CGs.

Walkthrough below:

Ep 1: (by the way, these options didn’t have “A” or “B” which I think is an inconsistency)

“Let’s start in Pathology.”

“Nurses Station first.”

Ep 2: A: “Are you sure?”

B: “I don’t believe you.”

Ep 3:

A: “I’ll keep that in mind.”

B: “I can’t quit now.”

Ep 4:

A: “Wow. Ouch.”

B: “It’s so true.”

Ep 5:

A: “I don’t get it either.”

B: “It IS beautiful.”

Ep 6:

A: Keep watching. (Love Meter +1/CG) 5 hearts

B: Leave him alone.

Ep 7:

A: “Yes, please!”

B: “Don’t you want to visit your folks?”

Ep 8: (Plot point here)

A: Visit the temple. (Love Meter +2) 8 hearts

B: Turn back.

Ep 9:

A: “Like what sort of people?”

B: “Speaking from experience?”

Ep 10:

A: “Yeah.”

B: “Do you think I’m joking?”

Ep 11: (Absolutely useless. Don’t waste your hearts on this)

A: Start a consult. (Love Meter +2) 10 hearts

B: Admit to being stumped.

Ep 12:

A: “Snap out of it!”

B: “Heeelp!”

Ep 13?: (Not really sure this one is worth it)

A: Try to convince him (Love Meter +2) 10 hearts

B: Leave it alone.

Ep 14:

A: “He’s not like that!”

B: “Wanna bet?”

Ep 15: (A fairly nice scene and a decent heart to love meter value)

A: Go home with Tetsuya. (Love Meter +3) 13 hearts

B: Go to your place.

Ep 16:

A: “Just get some rest.”

B: “Do you want anything?”

Ep 17:

A: Talk to him. (Love Meter +2) 10 hearts

B: Watch him go.

Ep 18:

A: Suck it up.

B: “Should I go in looking like this?”

Ep 19:

A: “I want to be a neurosurgeon.” (Love Meter +2) 8 hearts

B: “I want to go to Ortho.”

Ep 20:

A: Stick up for him. (Love Meter +1/CG) 13 hearts

B: Feign ignorance.

Ep 21:

A: “I’m just his coworker.”

B: “I don’t have that power.”

Ep 22: (Don’t waste hearts on this. Basically nothing happens)

A: See him off. (Love Meter +1) 10 hearts

B: Go with him.

Ep 23: (Some plot here that will be missed without the heart scene but I don’t think it’s that necessary)

A: Talk about it. (Love Meter +3) 20 hearts

B: Do nothing.

Ep 24: (Important plot points and cute baby Hosho scenes)

A: “Tell me.” (Love Meter +1) 15 hearts

B: “I’d rather not.” (you get a second chance to select A if you select this option)

Ep 25: (gives you some love meter points but story-wise I don’t really think it’s worth it)

A: Offer comfort. (Love Meter +3) 19 hearts

B: What’s done is done.

Ep 26:

A: “I refuse.” (Love Meter +1/CG) 15 hearts

B: “All right.”

Ep 27: (Expensive but LOTS of story)

A: “Yes, please.” (Love Meter +3) 22(?!) hearts

B: “I’d rather not.” (you get a second chance to select A)

Ep 28:

A: “Sure.”

B: “I’ll go home with you too?”

Ep 29:

A: Squeeze his hand (Love Meter +3) 19 hearts

B: You can’t respond.

CGs:

[heroes-r-us]

The Taciturn Insipid Encumbrance of a Begonia

It was warm, but also so very cold.

The other kids didn’t like you. You tried to be friendly, but everyone just looked the other way. When the other girls made fun of you, you let it roll right off, and continued to smile and attempt to accompany them. They thought you were weird, you knew they did because they told you so. You made them uncomfortable, they didn’t know how to handle or deal with you, so they didn’t.

But you kept pushing and trying. Perhaps that was why they went to an extreme. Throwing dirt in your face, tearing apart your notebook and tearing your hearing aids out of your ears. They would toss them around in a game of keep-away, and the other classmates joined in on the fun as well.

So you stopped. You stopped trying, and you had hidden in the back of the classroom, avoiding eye contact and no longer offering anyone a pencil and paper. It was easier for you to sign anyways.

The doctor said you weren’t going to get better, that the hearing aids were temporary and that your hearing would most likely be completely gone by the time you turned twenty. Your mother had started crying, but you weren’t really sure why. You knew that you weren't normal, your classmates had told you that so many times, and in a lot of different ways.

You pulled out the hearing aid and set it on the metal tray in front of you. There was no use anymore. No point. Your mother began to speak; you could see her mouth moving, but you had always been bad at reading lips. So, you signed to her.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to pay for them anymore.”

Her face crumbled and her mouth opened. She was crying. You couldn’t hear it but she must have been sobbing. Taking away the burden of paying for the expensive hearing aids was all you could do. She hugged you that night and signed that she loved you very much and that she’d drop you off at school in the morning.

It was later the next day during recess when you saw a commotion beneath your favorite reading tree.

You turned to observe what was happening and thankfully a very loud girl was walking by, chatting obnoxiously about the white-haired boy and classmates that had gone to him to play “Heroes”.

“Omg, you would not believe how weird that kid is! He’s always rooting for monsters- You didn’t know? Oh my, you’re lucky. I heard him talking about how cool they looked or something earlier, and you would be shocked at how he defends them! Making them seem all innocent!” She waved her arms around while talking, and her friends made retching noises while staring at him.

A frown pressed into your lips. Were they talking about the group of boys under the tree? What was “Heroes”?

You turned your gaze back to the tree after gathering your thoughts, only to inhale sharply in horror.

They were hitting him! Why were they hitting him?

No one cared, or at least no one noticed the way the white-haired boy was trying to escape. 

Your feet began moving before you even realized what was going on, or why you were running towards the group. You were halfway there when one of the boys tripped him, and another held his arms back.

“VANQUISH THE MONSTER!”

“YEAH!”

The tallest boy of the group reeled his arm back. You knew what he was about to do, you recognized it. After all how many times had he done the same to you after school? The white-haired boy began to struggle away from his captors, but he wouldn’t be able to get very far before the taller kid landed a punch.

“STAWPIT!”

The shout was enough to cause everyone in the courtyard to pause, but to you, it was softer than a whisper.

“Lat hem goh!” You grasped the arm of the boy who was holding the blonde captive and dug your heels into the dirt, in an attempt to pry the arm away.

“Oi! Why are you hitting- oh? It’s the creepy girl!”

You couldn’t hear him. You kept pulling at his arm and screaming at them to stop. It was only when the tallest boy pulled you off the other boy that the white-haired boy was able to get free. Tatsu was talking to you but it didn’t reach a loud enough pitch for you to hear him. He eventually shoved you into someone else behind you; enough force was used that it knocked both you and the person onto the ground.

“We were just playing "Heroes"! What are you doing, hitting me!?” The boy stared down at you with disgust while you rubbed your head.

“Oi! Can you hear me? Oh, wait.” His friends began hold back snickers, and he leaned over you and roughly pulled your hair away from your face and ears. You knew what he was looking for, but you had given the last set to your mom, so there was no way he could play catch with his friends or ruin them.

You tried to speak again, but no one could understand you.

“Sorry, could you say that again? Wait, wait! I think I can speak her language! Wah, bagwahwah, blah wa!” His mimicked your voice. “Sounds like you got marbles in your mouth, do you?”

You only frowned at him, not even attempting to read his lips. His expression was enough for you to realize that he was mocking you.

The boy tutted and turned. “Whatever, I’m not wasting my recess on you. The teacher isn’t gonna like it that attacked me outta nowhere. I hope you get detention.” His friends followed, and the last one to leave, a violet-haired boy, struck the back of your head as he passed by.

You yelped and put your arms up to protect yourself, and then waited until you were certain they were gone to look for the blonde. He must have been the one you’d been pushed into, as he was the only person who hadn't left yet.

When your eyes connected to his, he frowned and began to speak quickly, waving his arms in front of his face in irritation. 

“Ihm sawry, Ah caantrheed lisps vehrywhel.” Your tone was high pitched and hard to understand, causing the boy to shift uncomfortably. “Uh,-” You interrupted him by digging around in your backpack; finding and then shoving a pen and paper into his hands. “Hewe yew cahn wite ihnthistifuwahnt?” You spoke slowly in an attempt to make it easier to understand you, but it clearly didn’t help. He took it and wrote down his first question.

‘Why do you talk weird?’ You looked at what he wrote and frowned. You were already extremely self-conscious about your voice. You took the pen and wrote your answer down for him.

‘I'm bad at hearing.’

The boy made an ‘o’ with his lips and stared at you for a moment before pursing his lips and writing down his response.

‘Sorry. What’s your name?’ You smiled and answered then circled his question and pointed at him. In messy writing, he told you his name.

Garou.

You were quick to compliment him on it. Embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck and laughed.

He wrote something else down, then handed the notebook back to you.

“I didn’t need any help. I was fine.”

Your brows pressed together in utter confusion as you read; looking back up at him you found his mouth pressed together in a firm line.

“But, they were going to hit you.”

He seemed to be thinking hard about his answer.

“If you try to stop them you’ll get into trouble. They’ll just say that you attacked them for no reason or something.” The way his eyes flashed sadly after you finished reading made you realize he must have been speaking from experience. 

You were about to ask him about the boys, and the seemingly violent game of “Heroes”. Unfortunately, before you could the lunch bell rang, startling the boy and making you confused. He pointed to the school, making you realize that recess must have been over.

He stopped all movement then turned to stare at you. He then grasped your shoulder and began to shake you roughly back and forth. What was he doing?

He abruptly stopped then began to now…  pat your face? Your eyes fluttered open slowly, allowing the light to pour in.

Oh. It was your younger sister. Waking you up for work before she headed to school. After signing her thanks, you proceeded to the bathroom to wash your face and clear your thoughts. You toweled off your face slowly, being sure to catch the stray droplets that sneakily dribbled down your neck; then applied a small amount of makeup, since the greenhouse you worked in would only make you sweat it off anyway.

Your muscles ached as you stretched them, making their morning complaints known as you headed down the stairs to make breakfast for yourself. The greenhouse was to get a large shipment of begonias today, and you needed to be there early to help unpack and water them.

The managers would be the only other ones there. Likely only to help with the heavy manual labor aspect before they disappeared to their own individualized offices, leaving you to man the rest. You had no qualms about the situation though, no company meant no communicating.

Which was perfectly fine by you.

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A/N + story explaining.

This was basically an idea that I’m spitting out here. I don’t know why I liked this idea so much, but once I thought of it, it wouldn’t leave me until I wrote it down. I know the title is weird, but it does have meaning behind it, and I like how the whole piece turned out. This will probably be a one-shot of sorts unless I feel inspired to write more. Right now it does kinda feel like a prologue than an actual story, so that’s something I’ll think on.

Since I may not add more chapters to this, I’ll give you an outline of what I have in my head at the moment.

Garou and Reader met when they were children. What you read, was how they met. However, about six months later the reader leaves due to her parents finding out about the intense bullying she was going through. Of course, the reader doesn’t want to leave Garou but she’s still a child and has no sway over her parents' decision.

They reunite sometime during his hero hunting, but before his eye and hair turn red. 

The scenario I have picked out right now is that the reader was in the back of a grocery store, shopping for next week's dinner when a monster attack occurs. No one knows she was in the back, and she can’t hear the sirens going off, warning people about the monster level. So, when the lights flicker and then go out, she realizes that there must be something wrong. 

She heads to the front to inquire as to why the lights had gone out, or search for the crowd of fleeing people so she could join them, only to find that everyone is gone. It’s like a ghost town. She would run to escape but she doesn’t know where safety is and can’t be informed where to go. She probably scrambles to the back of the store to hide. And a while later the front of the building is crushed; revealing her.

The monsters don’t take much notice of her, and she manages to slip away. She’s looking for another hiding spot when she sees Garou.

I’m still uncertain as to who or what initiates the actual reunitement; as the reader isn’t completely sure that this muscular man could really be the scrawny best friend she had growing up. She’s swayed by the hair though.

Eventually, she does fully recognize him as being her friend from school and when Garou sees her, he tells her to get the hell out of there. Of course, she doesn’t understand him, and multiple fanservice scenes of Garou saving the reader later, she communicates to him that she’d deaf and tries to ask him his name. This triggers his memory of his own short-lived friendship with a deaf girl, and whoop dee doo here we go.

He eventually puts two and two together and realizes who she is.

Several chapters filled with variations of fluff and bits of miscommunication and angst, Garou meeting your younger sister whom you care for and Garou’s quick learning of sign language later, I try to figure out a good ending while still staying true to the plot of One Punch Man.

*bows while curtains close*

-Trivia Time!-

Just so everyone interprets the title in the same way, I’ll tell you what I meant by it.

The Taciturn Insipid Encumbrance of a Begonia: The Quiet and Bland Liability of a Flower.

Taciturn: This is a reference to the reader’s quietness when she’d older. She’s ashamed of her voice and therefore prefers not to speak.

Insipid: This is how the reader views herself. Lacking flavor, uninteresting, bland and unpalatable.

Encumbrance: Again, how the reader views herself. A burden to her family. She feels she is a liability to her family due to the cost of the hearing aids having to be replaced due to damages, getting lost, etc… (This is earlier in her life. Her parents are dead now, and she cares for her younger sister, she has an older brother that moved away, and who visits occasionally.)

Begonia: Ah, yes. A reference to the reader herself once again. Begonias have several different meanings, each changing depending on the color of the Begonia. I’ll let you do your own research and decide what that means.

A/n It got out of the Queue 😂

[fixing-yixing-imagines]

Baby Project - pt 1

What happens when Y/N, a girl who has a lot of friends and is friendly to everyone she meets and loves everyone and everything regardless of if they love her, is patterned with Jeon Jungkook, a guy who only has a close knit friend group, and are forced work together on a baby simulator project? 

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   Both you and Jungkook let out a simultaneous sigh while the rest of the girls in the class let out small gasps. Glares were shot your way by the girls in your class and you couldn’t blame them, you would have also been a tiny bit jealous of the girl that got to be partnered with him…if it wasn’t you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Renjun send a small glare over Jungkooks way, he was a but protective over you (in a friendly way) and he knew that Jungkook wouldn’t have been the best partner for this project. However annoyed both of you may have been with your pairing you had to push your quarrels aside and work hard on this project together. 

  “I’m Y/N” you said shyly to him, it was the first time that you had ever spoken to him and you were a tad nervous, 

  “I know. I’m Jungkook.” He replied, which shocked you as you had no clue as to how he knew your name, you didn’t mix with the same people, neither did you ever have any classes together, that you knew of. 

  “How do you know my name?” 

  “Well first of all, the teacher read your name out as my partner and secondly you’re quite popular in this school, nearly everyone knows your name.” 

You shyly smiled to him as you felt embarrassed by his answer, of course he knew who you were after the teacher read your name out. 

  You were trying to pluck up the courage to ask him about how you guys should work on the project and what days each of you would have the ‘baby’, but your thoughts were cut short as your teacher placed your guys’ ‘baby’ on your desk. 

   “What should we name it?” He asked you while turning to look at you, and at that moment you were sure that you had never seen such a beautiful human being before, he looked so amazing and he was staring right at you, and as he was sitting right next to you, you could finally see all of his features up close and you were jealous of just how perfect his skin was, you follow a rigorous skin care routine every morning and night but your skin was never as perfect or blemish free as his. You didn’t realise that you had been staring at him until he waved his hand in front of your face, 

  “you ok there Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk, it seems that he already knew how powerful his looks are. 

  “Oh, um, yeah, uhhh, what did you say again?” You asked, you were sure that your whole face was red by now, you felt so stupid and embarrassed, 

he chuckled slightly “well, if you weren’t enamoured by my face, then you would remember that I asked what we should name our baby” 

  That comment shouldn’t have shot your heart in such a way,  “Ummmm, I don’t know” you replied, he let out a sigh to your response, “neither do I” he said back to you. 

    “We could look up some names on baby websites or parenting forums.” you said to him in hopes of getting somewhere with picking a name. 

  “yeah sure, but, uh, we should probably check as to what gender our baby is” 

You nodded in response and picked up the baby to see what the sex of the baby was. 

  “Boy” you said to him, he just nodded and got his phone out to check some baby name sites. You did the same, browsing through baby name sites wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing until you were at least like 27 but here you were, at 18 browsing baby forums. 

You found some cute baby names but Jungkook kept rejecting them, saying they weren’t ‘special’ enough, 

“You do know that this isn’t a real baby right?” you questioned “It won’t care or even know that is even has a name, let alone knowing that it has a special name” 

He just shrugged his shoulders, letting you know that he wasn’t going to let up on the idea of having a ‘special’ name for the toy. 

Frustrated you started saying random baby names to him. hoping that at least of of them was special, 

 “How about Kwang-sun, it means ‘wide goodness’?” He just shook his head.

 “Kyu-bok? It means ‘one who has been blessed by God’.” Again, he just shook his head, “I’m not religious” he replied, meaning that it still wasn’t the perfect name for him. 

  As you were starting to give up you scrolled onto a name that you had liked for years and were certain that if you ever had a baby boy, you would name him that name meaning that you didn’t want to name your fake baby that, as you were about to scroll down, Jungkook snatched your phone out of your hand, “I like this name, Junghwan, it’s perfect and special” You shook your head,

   “We’re not naming the baby…” “our baby” he interjected, causing your heart to flutter slightly,   

   “ok, we’re not naming our baby that.” you told him 

   “what? Why?” “Umm, I don’t know, I just don’t like it I guess” you responded looking down, 

   “But why? Junghwan is the perfect name!” You shook your head 

   “nope, not happening, let’s keep looking.” You said a bit too quickly, whenever you lied you always spoke quickly, it was something that annoyed you as sometimes you wanted to tell small white lies to people but you couldn’t due to this train. He eyed you suspiciously, obviously not buying your lie, 

    “tell me the truth as to why you don’t want to pick this name, it’s the best we’ve seen all day and the meaning as well is really good ‘righteous, honest and beauty’ what’s not to like about it?” he questioned.

     You sighed in defeat “because,” you let out a small whine “it’s the name that I want to name my real baby in the future” You told him and he nodded in understanding, 

  “ok, I understand what your saying but it’s still the perfect name! Like I know that you want to use it for your future kid or whatever but like, I don’t really wanna have kids in the future and ‘Junghwan’ has a part of my name in it, so it may be the only time that I’ll name someone or something after me.” He said trying to guilt trip you with huge puppy dog eyes and his lips slightly pouting, “You can still call your kid that in the future and you can get, uhh, practice calling a baby that, and besides like you said, it’s only a toy, it won’t even know its name.” 

  You sighed in defeat, “ok fine, we’ll call it Junghwan” he nodded with a small smile etched on his face, 

   “Maybe now we should work on a schedule on who looks after the baby when” you said, he nodded in response getting his schedule out. 

 You guys agreed that you would have the baby today and he would then have the baby tomorrow and you would keep switching like that, but on weekends you guys had to look after the baby together,  you were each given a booklet about how to look after the baby and the supplies needed in looking after the baby. You were also given a rule sheet which explained how many days you and Jungkook had to spend together co-parenting the baby, which included needing pictures to prove the time spent together. 

  Just as you were finishing up on reading the booklet, the bell rang signifying the end of class, 

  “ok then, I guess I’ll see you around” he said, while handing you a sliver of paper “here’s my number incase you need anything or if anythings wrong or if you need to switch the schedule or anything” he then smirked “or even if you just wanna talk and hear my voice.” 

    You blushed slightly but shook your head “aha, as if, but thanks anyway” you ripped off a piece of paper from the rule sheet and wrote your number on it, 

    “Here’s my number too, call me if you’re stuck on anything or if you know, you want to talk and want to hear my voice” you joked, 

  He laughed along, and waved his goodbye, and as soon as he left Renjun rushed over to you, 

   “Omg, are you ok? Has he just dumped you with the baby? Is he even gonna help you at all with the baby? If he isn’t then I’m gonna go and kick his ass…” 

You quickly intervened, “omg calm down, yes I’m fine, no, he hasn’t just dumped me with the baby, and yes, he said that he will help with the baby.” You explained “Really I’m fine, ok?” 

He sighed at your response, but nodded anyway, “hmm, ok, I’m sorry for interrogating you like that, I just wanted to make sure you were alright” You smiled at what he said and brought him into a long hug, 

  “I know, and I love you for that but don’t worry ok? If after he looks after the baby tomorrow, he decides that it’s not for him, I’ll just look after it alone and then at least I can make sure I’ll get a good grade ok?” He chuckled at what you said, 

    “Ok, but I’ll still kick his ass if he does that.” He replied. You just responded with a quiet ‘ok’ 

   “Anyway how is it working with Wendy?” You questioned him, 

   “Yeah, she’s a good partner, she’s really enthusiastic about this project, but I really wish that it was you that I was partnered with on this project.” He pouted

  You nodded your head, “I wish that I was working on this project with you too, but hey we’ll get to make new friends and I’m not complaining about being able to get closer to Jungkook.” You said while wiggling your eyebrows, suggesting that you wanted to become more that friend with Jungkook but Renjun just frowned at your comment, 

   “yeah, maybe…” he replied “anyway, I better get going, next period is starting soon, I’ll see you at lunch ok?” He said while grabbing his baby and scurrying out of the door before you could even respond, you wondered why he left so quick after you had said that thing about Jungkook, it’s not like he didn’t know about your slight crush on him, so you were really confused as to why he responded like that. 

   You were soon brought back to your sense when you heard Junghwan let out a cry. This was going to be a long few months. 

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We hope that you guys like it! If there are any mistakes please let us know! Also if you have any feedback then please feel free to tell us! I’m sorry that this has taken a while, my sister was in hospital last week and I couldn’t find time to write anything but she’s better now and I have time to write! Also, random, but as a sims player I’m literally always browsing baby name sites as those randomised names just don't hit right lol anyway, I’m not sure when the next part will be up but hopefully it won't be too long <3 

[daddycardan]

Hi would u like to do some Jurdan prompt? After the QoN synopsis there’s so much to imagine

omg i wrote this thing really quickly i hope there are no embarrassing typos and grammar mistakes in it. this is probably the quickest hc i’ve ever written, eventho it still took like an hour, and also just sayin that i still hate taryn with all my heart but i can’t deny the twin vibe is very catchy

Jude lies draped over the couch, still in her streetwear

Balenciaga shoes she bought the other day from Vivi’s enchanted money

Airpods in her ears, listening to Killer Queen

Phone in her hand, scrolling through Instagram registering all the likes she got on her recent post without any particular interest

She basically got over this nonsense faerie shit and is living her best life

Vivi walks in, a wide smile on her face as she hops down on the couch and drapes her arms around Jude’s shoulders

She was never particularly huggy so this sparks a hint of suspicion in Jude

She can see her mouth forming words but she can’t make out what she’s saying

“WHAT.”

“I SAID TAKE THOSE FUCKING AIRPODS OUT,” Vivi shouts through the music

She takes them out, already grumpy at her sister

“What.”

“We have a little surprise here,” Vivi squeaks with overplayed excitement

“Umm. Cool. What is it?” Jude holds back a yawn

“Oh don’t try to play it cool,” Vivi smacks her shoulder, dragging her up on her feet. “It’s in the kitchen. I bet you will be VERY surprised!”

Jude rolls her eyes in silent disagreement, but stops protesting and makes her way to the kitchen with Vivi in her back

It is their third sister, Taryn standing beside the counter

Very awkwardly

She is dressed in a long green gown, barefoot, with bracelets of braided flowers around her wrists—so obviously out of place that it hurts Jude’s eyes

“Jude,” she says sweetly and goes for a long, warm hug

Against her better judgement, Jude swallows her bile and hugs her back

Her twin’s touch feels foreign and offensive and it scares her

Just how much have they drifted apart from each other?

When she looks at her pure, rosy face she sees tears in her eyes, and already knows that something is wrong

Taryn wouldn’t just show up for the sole reason of visiting her beloved sisters

She is up to something, and this realization makes Jude’s stomach lurch

“Oh gosh, I haven’t seen you in ages, you two have no idea for how long I’ve dreamt of a reunion like this” Vivi starts chattering, completely oblivious to the fact that Taryn looks completely destroyed despite her natural loveliness and that Jude is as hostile as she’s ever been

As Vivi starts making coffees, Jude and Taryn lock glances as they both descend to their seats on the opposite sides of the kitchen table

As they stare at each other, despite all the hatred and betrayal, Jude senses a deep, mutual agreement between the two of them

Taryn hasn’t said a word yet, but Jude already knows that something went wrong in Faerie

She sees a familiar, fierce glint in her eyes and realizes that it’s as though she’s looking into a mirror

“I’ll go to the toilet, I’ll be back in a sec,” Jude says suddenly, pushing back her chair and heading towards the bathroom

It doesn’t take half a minute for Taryn to follow

They lock the door and stare at each other once again for a silent moment

“What happened?” Jude asks finally, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub

Taryn’s lips press together into a straight line as she’s trying to hold her tears back, but nevertheless, they roll out onto her cheeks

Jude doesn’t comfort her but she listens carefully to her story about Locke being an ignorant and scandalously unfaithful husband

About Locke’s backhanded compliments about Taryn’s mortality, Taryn’s sensitivity, Taryn’s fragility

The way he makes soft jokes about the fact that Taryn is going to grow old and ugly

And that he might grow bored of her in time

The way he takes complete strangers into their bed, as though he is trying to trigger her

And that he discusses their private life in court as though it was nothing more special than the weather

By the end of the story, Taryn breaks down entirely, crying her heart out and using toilet paper to wipe her tears

“Please Jude, don’t tell me you told me so, I don’t want to hear this from you,” she sobs. “I can’t do this anymore, I feel like with every lonely day I spend in that godforsaken manor I lose a little bit of myself. I am becoming his creature, I am wasting away. Please, Jude, I beg you, do something, do anything! I can’t do this alone. I have no one but you.”

Jude sniffs once, considering

“Jude, you must—“

“Do you realize that you have been the biggest bitch in the entire universe?” Jude says abruptly. “When I needed help, when I was wasting away you literally had no fucks to give. When I was being played with and used as a pawn by Locke, you had no fucks to give. When I was hunted in the woods like an animal, shot in the leg and almost murdered by Locke, you had to fucks to give. You schemed behind my back for my disadvantage and betrayed me, not once but twice. So at this point, dear sister, I don’t have any obligations. I am not supposed to give any more fucks than you did, right? This is but fair.”

At this, Taryn buries her face in her hands and continues weeping, her shoulders shaking, her entire body burning with shame

She obviously cannot say anything that would excuse her actions, so she plays the victim, Jude registers

Jude genuinely doesn’t much feel like helping her, but that little glint of revenge she saw in the opportunity didn’t let her back down

“But,” she continues, her voice a tone softer, “I hate Locke just as much as you do, if not more. And eventhough I did not wish to get into the business of faeries again, I might have changed my mind.”

Taryn goes quiet, slowly raising her face from her hands, staring at Jude red-eyed

“I will help you, but on my own conditions. You can decide whether you want my help or not, but I will not change my approach.” She falls silent for a moment. “We kill him.”

Taryn looks shocked and she stands unnaturally still, gaping at her twin

But then Jude notices the same heated gleam in those innocent eyes that she saw on herself when she looked into the mirror, sick and feverish from the poisons she once took

She looks at Taryn and sees her own soul in her eyes

A slow smile spreads on both their lips

[rankdisasster]

You asked for it. I’m sending you all the zodiac signs. ;)

I did ask for this didn’t i😂 thank you so much !

aries: when have you felt the most confident in your writing? when have you felt the least confident?

hmmm I’d say I feel confident in a story when I feel like I’d enjoy the hell out of it it if I were someone else. I love making a character goofy and dumb to add a lightness to it and if I pulled it off I’d feel really good ! I’ve felt the shittiest when I put hard work into it then tumblr messes it up and won’t let it show up in search. that happens every other time I’ve posted and it makes me feel so hopeless that I’d even think of scrapping it all together. if it doesn’t show up in search then NOBODY reads it and it makes me feel like complete garbage

taurus: how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?

man sometimes I’ll spend days writing bits and pieces then going back a few days later and scrapping/changing a lot cause I have a better sense of it when I take a step back. and for others I write a whole story in a day and that can take up to 2hrs

gemini: how often will your plot change throughout the course of writing?

for me it’s kind of a roll of the dice, I’d have a whole bunch of details that I’d want in but don’t actually end up making the final piece. maybe I’ll change a few lines and reactions and little things but 75% of the time I just stick to my script in my head

cancer: how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

I love writing super raw, vulnerable and tender moments. it makes me think back to times when I’ve felt just as bad and beaten down and I incorporate it in there.

leo: what things will show up in every book you write? do you ever feel like a one-trick pony?

lately yes! I get self conscious that all my stories sound the same, but I know it can’t be all true because of course I’m writing the same character, so he’s gonna have the same tendencies and reactions and stuff. what I like to sprinkle in all if not most of my works is tons of swearing, humor, bantering, food. and I super super wish that the Duffers would’ve provided more insight to Steve’s family/home life, because then I would feel more confident in writing his attitude better. with Billy, I know his relationship with his sister and his dad and absent mom, etc, so it’s a lot easier to imagine it because I watched it.

virgo: are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

so so so critical. I feel like I fuck up present tense and past tense all the time, or I’m like “he would literally never say that”. and sometimes I’d like to write crazy au’s but I just have no knowledge whatsoever about anything so I feel like it’s bullshit and no one will wanna follow along and read it. I edit a ton afterwards even after I post it and get so mad if it’s too late to fix a mistake, but then I remember that when I read fics I never focused on those things, I just read the story and enjoyed it for what it was.

libra: how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

I....hardly even know how to balance lmao it’s so difficult when I have a fat essay to write for college while I do want to write but I’d rather not have it be some stupid argumentative paper that I already wrote in highschool. I do get overwhelmed sometimes, since I just started out posting about a month and a half ago-ish? and getting attention and reblogs and compliments is still so different and shocking to me hahah

scorpio: how much research did you have to do for your current wip? what was the weirdest thing you had to google?

I haven’t written anything on it quite yet, but I just googled ‘funny stories on how people have gotten a scar/injury’ and reddit gave me fucking hilarious ones that I’ll have no choice but to work with later omg.

sagittarius: do you find your writing humorous? do you have any comic relief characters? what do you do if a scene gets too serious?

I love writing cute silly stuff, for me it just adds a lot to a story cause if it’s nothing but crying or sex, those things are entertaining to read ngl, but I much prefer when characters take a sec to joke about whatever situation they’re in:)

capricorn: what does your writing schedule look like? how often does it take you to write a chapter?

since I started getting requests, I’ve been posting ehh probably every 2 days. I’ve taken a slight break from my series and I’m still working on the chapter, but when I was super eager to pump more out for it I’d be writing a new chapter every other day, and it’d take about an hour or two.

aquarius: what is the most unique thing about your current wip?

I have like 6 or 7 works that have yet to be fully developed and all of them are so weird and at an awkward stage that I’m stuck at. one is a modern au which I’m excited to explore, and another is this mythology one that I feel like I’ll have to make shit up for cause my knowledge is so poor on certain things that even extensive googling just does not help me out lololol

pisces: how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

when I first think about it, I usually visualize what I’m writing and try to write kinda what I see if I can find the words for what they’re doing with their face and their body n stuff but sometimes I just vomit up lots of plot if I have ideas that are all over the place.