#~Winding~Inquiries~Memes

[thehiccupingbanana]

Call Me Maybe

PAIRNING/FANDOM: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) GENRE: Fluff WORD COUNT: 2,427 WARNINGS: none :) SUMMARY: Nick opened the hardcover of the textbook to see a pink sticky note, with some writing on it: "hi, hope you don’t mind me saying this, but my friend thinks you’re really cute. here’s her number: xxxx … and if by any chance you are gay, here’s mine xxxx" or Based off the meme with the same quote. ADDTIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - College/University, Meet-Cute, Confident Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Based off a meme, Crack Treated Seriously, i think it's fun when Charlie and imogen are biffles in fics, this has been in my drafts forever, Aged-Up Character(s), nick simping after Charlie from day one

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‘I wonder if he is going to be here today. No Nick, he comes here to pick up his girlfriend, stop crushing on straight men, this never ends well for you.’ Nick thought. ‘Oh, there he is waiting at the door. Man, she’s so lucky that she gets to kiss him whenever she wants, he’s so pretty. Oh my god he opened the door and is walking in now, be cool Nick.’

“Don’t forget to submit your discussion questions before the end of day tomorrow.” Mrs. Robinson, his professor, stated. “Mr. Charles, lovely to see you again as always.”

“Same to you Mrs. Robinson.” The pretty man, Charles, responded with a smile, before he started walking towards the back of the room.

Nick attempted to quickly grab his bag out of the walk way, but suddenly felt the graze of Charles’ bag hitting his shoulder, and the smell of his cologne hitting Nick.

Nick dropped his bag and gasped, turning around quickly to see both Charles and his girlfriend looking at him with concern etched on their face.

“Are you okay?” the girl asked.

Nick looked over at the man and saw only kindness in his eyes. Nick opened his mouth to say anything but no words came out. Instead, Nick grabbed his bag quickly and walked out of the classroom faster than he’s ever walked, muttering under his breath about how embarrassing he is around his crush. 

“Oh no.” Nick muttered under his breath, spinning around to head back to the classroom. ‘Can’t believe I didn’t grab the textbook’. 

Luckily, the short walk back to the classroom was long enough for the room to have emptied out. When Nick got to his desk, his textbook thankfully still there, he noticed a small pink piece of paper hanging out the top of the book. Out of curiosity, Nick opened the hardcover of the textbook to see a pink sticky note, with some writing on it.

 hi, hope you don’t mind me saying this, but my friend thinks you’re really cute. here’s her number: xxxx … and if by any chance you are gay, here’s mine xxxx 

Nick stared at the note in confusion; he hadn’t been gone from the classroom for more than five minutes. Was someone so cruel to play a joke on the bi-guy? Nick left the note in his textbook, closed it, and promptly shoved his textbook in his bag to deal with later.

~🍃~

It’s been two days since Nick has had that sticky note in his textbook, and two days of thinking about that note.

If someone left that note in his textbook as a prank on the bi-guy, then whatever, Nick could throw away the note and not think about it.

If someone left that note in his textbook as a serious inquiry, they (both) could be waiting on a response from Nick, and Nick didn’t want to ghost anyone. He had been ghosted before and he didn’t like it one bit.

The scent of the sweet cologne in the passing wind brings him back to the present. Nick turned his head to see who walked past his desk, only to see that beautiful man with his hands on his much shorter friend’s shoulders, looking like he was consoling her over something.

Nick quickly packed his bag, doublechecking the textbook was there this time, and hastily left the room before he embarrassed himself again.

Hours of studying, a rugby match, a night out with the rugby lads, a day of nursing a hangover, and a morning of mindlessly watching TV, and Nick still couldn’t stop thinking about the what ifs of that note. It might be time to bring in the reinforcements. 

[Darcy, Tara, & Me] Nick: SOS  [image attached] Darcy: NNNNIIIIICCCCCKKKKKKYYYYYY!!!!! Tara: ?? Nick: Help me guys! What do I do? Tara: you text both of them, is what you do! Nick: I can’t! Tara: why not? Darcy: is this about that boy that comes into your class sometimes to pick up his (girl?)friend? Nick: No! Well, kinda? Darcy: have you spoken to him yet? Nick: [typing] Nick: [typing] Nick: [typing] Tara: Nick, we can see you typing! Nick: No, I haven’t spoken to him. Nick: I embarrassed myself in front of him the other day and I don’t know how I’m going to even see him again! Darcy: what did you do nickypoo? Nick: 🥴🥴🥴🥴 Tara: Nick…. Nick: He walked by my desk and his bag barely touched my shoulder and I gasped so loud, and dropped my bag. It was embarrassing. 🥴 Nick: I picked up my bag and ran out the room, leaving my textbook on the desk. So then I had to go back and get it. Nick: And when I got my textbook it had that note in it. Darcy: 🤣🤣🤣 Tara: oh honey… Darcy: nick, you know we love you, but you are an absolute disaster Nick: I know… 😣 Nick: But now you can see why I can’t say anything to him! Nick: What do I do about the note though? What if it’s a joke or they got the wrong person? Tara: what if it’s not either? and was completely meant for you, sincerely? Darcy: listen to tara!! Nick: Thanks guys.

Nick sent the last text message and sighed, not feeling better or getting an answer that he felt like he could do, but knowing what he should do.

~🍃~

Nick: Hi. Your friend left your number in my textbook the other day. I’m sure you’re lovely, but to be honest with you, I currently really like someone and I don’t think it would be fair to you if we went on a date. Unknown: That’s okay! Thank you for getting back to me 🙂.

~🍃~

Nick: Hi. You left your number in my textbook the other day, and just wanted to let you know, I’m bi actually, not gay. Unknown: hi that works too :)  Nick: 😊 Nick: Anyways, I should be honest with you. There’s this guy that I really like, and I don’t think it would be fair to you… I like him a lot. We can still be friends though! Unknown: aww, you’re such a sweetheart, thank you for telling me that 🙂 do you want to talk about it? I’m the king of unrequited crushes 😅 Nick: It’s definitely unrequited, and I think he has a girlfriend🙃 But he’s so pretty! But also, handsome! If that makes sense. Unknown: it makes perfect sense! in secondary school I had a crush so hard on the rugby team captain that i joined the team 🫠 same reason though! he was very pretty and handsome. Unknown: anyways… let me know if you ever make progress with your crush (i’m invested)! have a goodnight 🙂 Nick: 😆 Okay! Good night 🙂

~🍃~

The next day in class Nick was more focused on the work now that the note was taken care of. Nick felt better that he was able to be honest to the two people, and it didn’t seem like anyone had any hurt feelings. Still, Nick was glad that class was over and he’ll get to see his crush.

Upon hearing the sound of something hitting the ground, Nick looked to his left to see a black fountain pen sitting on the ground that wasn’t there earlier. Nick continued to stare at the pen as if it could tell him what to do. ‘Maybe Tara and Darcy are right. I should just talk to him.’ Nick thought as he picked up the pen and walked up to the man and his friend.

“Hi.” Nick greeted the man, taking in all the features he didn’t notice from afar.

“Hi?” the man questioned with a smile.

“I think you may have dropped this?” Nick asked, holding his hand out flat with the pen balancing on it.

“Oh! Umm, th-thanks.” the man stuttered. 

“No problem.” Nick smiled. “Umm, I use fountain pens too.”

“Yeah? I like to use fountain pens because it makes my hand-” the man started.

“Handwriting so much better? Yeah, same!” Nick interrupted and finished. 

“Umm, I’m Nick. I sit a couple desks in front of you…” Nick introduced himself, trying to find a reason to keep talking to his crush, and if she is Charles’ girlfriend.

“Imogen.” the short girl filled in before gesturing towards the man, “And this is Charlie.”

Charlie.

“Nice to meet you both.” Nick beamed.

“Nice to meet you too, Nick.” Charlie replied, his eyes never leaving Nick’s. “We usually go to the cafe a couple blocks away and get some iced coffee after Immy is done with this class. Do you want to join?” Charlie asked.

“Iced coffee?” Nick exclaimed, “It’s less than 5 degrees outside!”

“Yes Nick. I am very gay,” Charlie chuckles and points to the gay man pride flag pin on his bag, “I like iced coffee no matter the weather.”

“So… you’re not dating…?” Nick asked, gesturing between Charlie and Imogen.

“Oh, no!” Imogen replied with wide eyes.

“No, Imogen is just my best friend.” Charlie exclaimed then with a smile, “So… coffee?” 

“Sorry Charlie, not today; I have a paper I need to finish. You both still go though!” Imogen winked at Nick before walking away, “Have a good time boys.”

“Would you still like company to get coffee?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Charlie grinned.

“Lead the way?” Nick asked, grabbing his stuff from his desk and following Charlie out of the classroom to the café.

“Are you in your second year too?” Nick asked, attempting to make small talk. 

“No, I’m in my first year.”

“Oh! So where do you know Imogen from if it’s not a class?”

“We went to the same secondary school, and seen each other around, but were not in the same circles. But I went to a party hosted by the Pride SOC at the beginning of the year here, and she was there so we started talking and now we don’t shut up when we are in the same room.” Charlie chuckled at the end of his story.  

“I went to one Pride SOC meeting last year, but ended up late to rugby practice and coach made me run laps for half the practice. And one Pride Soc party was happening at the same time as a party hosted by one of my team mates so I tried to go to both for a little bit. Some of my teammates and both of my best friends made fun of me for weeks after about how much of a disaster I ended up being at both parties. So, it’s kind of hard to go to events for both.” Nick finished.  

“I guess there’s not a lot of people who are in both rugby and the Pride SOC.” Charlie joked as they came up to the cafe.

“Oh no, not at all.”

The line in the cafe was short and both boys were able to order their drinks to-go (Charlie - iced coffee, Nick - hot tea) and started making their way to Charlie’s flat as it was closer.

“Okay, Nick.” Charlie started, taking a sip of his drink, “Tell me about yourself.”

“Oh, umm.” Nick stuttered.

“Only what you want to! And if you don’t want to say anything, that’s okay too.” Charlie interrupted.

“I want to tell you more about myself, Charlie.” Nick smiled, “I just don’t know where to start.”

“Let’s start simple. What’s your favourite colour? Mine’s yellow.” Charlie said.

“Okay, simple questions. My favourite colour is blue.” Nick answered, “Video games or board games? I like doing puzzles with my mum, but playing Mario Kart with my mates.”

“My friends and I have a movie and board game night every other week, but usually ends with my friend Isacc “accidently” kicking the Monopoly board over.” Charlie chuckled, “But I am really good at Mario Kart too.”

“I will also “accidently” kick a Monopoly board over. That game takes forever!” Nick started, “You have to come over to mine sometime so we can see who the real Mario Kart champion is.”

“It’s me.” Charlie smiled, “I have a younger brother, and I couldn’t let him get a big ego, so I had to be the best at Mario Kart.”

“Sounds like you’re challenging me, Charles.” Nick joked.

“Oh, I definitely am, Nicholas.” Charlie replied, taking another sip of his drink. “Okay next question, do you- on Wednesday, do you want to join Imogen and I after class for coffee again?”  

“Yes! Of course!” Nick exclaimed. “I had a really nice time hanging out with you today.”

“I had a great time getting to know you too, Nick.” Charlie beamed, before waving his hand to the building they were about to pass, “This is me.”

“Wait, Charlie?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can I have your number?” Nick asked bravely. “For our Mario Kart competition?”

Charlie paused for a moment before letting out a shy chuckle and pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Umm, you already have it.”

“Huh?” Nick questioned before hearing a ping on his phone.

Unknown: hi 🙂

“Oh!” Nick chuckled, adding a name to the contact, Charlie joining in with an awkward laugh of his own.  

“Charlie.” Nick said, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. “I- I really like you.”

“You do?” Charlie asked, his dark eyebrows raised.

“I do. Was it not obvious?” 

“No!” Charlie chortled. “But Nick, I really like you too.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Obviously!”  

“Good!” 

“Can you text me when you get home?”

“Yes, I will.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Charlie smiled then reached up and pressed a light kiss to Nick’s cheek. “Bye.” Charlie waved.

“Bye.” Nick blushed and waved until Charlie was inside the door to his flat.  

Nick spent the rest of the seven-minute walk to his flat trying to get his blushing under control. Once he was home and sat on the couch, he pulled his phone out and texted Charlie. 

Nick: Hi ❤️ Charlie: hi ❤️❤️ Nick: I made it home. Charlie: 🙂 i only have a morning class tomorrow… do you want to do something? Nick: Do you want to come over to mine? Charlie: 😳😏 Nick: 🫢 No! Not like that! Charlie: 🤣 I know what you mean nick. You want me to beat your ass at Mario Kart sooner rather than later. Nick: The confidence. Charlie: 😊 Text me your building and dorm number? And I’ll bring you a tea? You can think of it as a ‘sorry not sorry’ gift for when you lose. Nick: Charlie! Charlie: :laugh: Nick: Here’s the pin for my dorm: xxxx See you tomorrow 😊❤️ Charlie: See you tomorrow, Nick ❤️

~~~

as always, if there is a cw or tw that i missed, please let me know and i will add it.

title by the lovely @sleepywriter00

[divineningyou]

tag dump.

[scientificpursuit]

tag drop ---

[theseaistheskies]

( WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S MBTI PERSONALITY TYPE? )

Morgan:  ENFP - The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends. You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority. Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives. You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller! In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart. You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. You break a lot of hearts. At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do. You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused

Sayf:  ISFJ - The Nurturer

You have a strong need to belong, and you are very loyal. A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person... a partner who you do special things for. In love, you express your emotions through actions. Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well! At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist. How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut

Tagged by: @tailoringtay​

Tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this yet!!!

[nctsworld]

couldn’t be better

✩ mark x reader | fluff | campfire au | 1.2k

→ summary: you and mark hang out with the boys in johnny’s backyard during one evening. → warnings: none - pure fluff as sweet as marshmallows! → rating: general  

→ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

With his guitar in tow strapped around his body, Mark’s fingers are daintily hooked with yours as he leads you into Johnny’s backyard through the side of his house. You’ve been there a couple times, but you’re always taken aback every time at the picturesque sight that could be straight from a magazine. 

The landscape is one thing to notice; colourful assorted flowers are sprinkled everywhere in the midst of the thick greenery of bushes and trees. However, what draws the attention of most is the large covered pergola encircled by dim, small light bulbs. Underneath the pergola lies enough comfortable cushioned seats and matching side tables for a sizable party, fitting for the many friends Johnny has. And in the middle of everything, a campfire blazes brightly in the circular fire pit, warmly welcoming all who enter.  

The host formally greets both of you with a hug, albeit more of a side hug since Mark’s guitar interferes, while you’re holding bags full with snacks to share and take-out dinner for the both of you. More greetings are exchanged with Johnny and Mark’s closest friends already seated around the fire before the host gestures with a nod for you to sit in one of the loveseats. You oblige and Mark places the guitar next to the furniture, while you’re filling in the space next to him and setting the food and snacks out on one of the tables. 

Dinner begins immediately as the rest of the guests trickle in and fill the seats surrounding the fire pit. Main courses are inhaled quickly and when you and Mark finish your meals, he eases into his normal routine. Arm slung over you casually, mindlessly drawing circles and lines on your thigh, playing with the tips of your fingers, and the like. Although you’re not always conscious of his every touch, you nevertheless relax into them and reciprocate if possible. Soon enough, Johnny’s handing out long skewers alongside an extra-sized pack of marshmallows being circulated. 

Beginning to roast your respective marshmallows, you lay your head on Mark’s shoulder, gaze focused on the dancing flames heating the sweet treat. Unaware, you don’t see the little smile Mark flashes downwards to you, adoring how precious you are. Your boyfriend plants a tender kiss upon your head. In response, you break away momentarily to link an arm through his and rest your head back upon him, snuggling close. 

Just as the fluffy sweetmeats are smoked to your taste, you ensure to blow on them before consumption. Despite how you’re still blowing yours, Mark suddenly holds his marshmallow between in fingers in front of your face. Your eyebrows ruffle as you glance up at him, unsure why he’s offering his.

“Mine’s cooled down already,” he mutters close to your face over the crackling embers and vibrant voices. Without hesitation, you open your mouth and Mark plops it in.

“Is it good?’ Mark giggles at the sight of you nodding, chewing, and humming with a full cheek. His hands then reach for yours holding the skewer and drags it closer to his face, continuing to cool your marshmallow on your behalf. Once done, he gestures it towards you. Your fingers gently pluck it off and like what Mark did moments ago, you drop it into his mouth, but he abruptly makes an O with his mouth.

“Are you okay?” You sit straight up, unsure what was up with him. Realization dawns on you as he begins to fan his mouth.   

“It’sh shtill hot,” he manages to say. You offer him his drink, but he declines, not wanting to ruin the sweetness. Shaking your head with a laugh, you run a hand through his hair and pet him lovingly. 

Darker shades of blue fade over the night sky while marshmallows and skewers are traded for Mark and his guitar. Songs vary in genres and moods, but regardless, everyone who knows the words to whichever song Mark plays sings along. At times it’s discordant with laughter and exaggerating notes, but there are times when people harmonize as a canorous choir. The stars aren’t quite out yet, but stars could be seen glittering in your eyes, marvelling at your beloved’s natural inclination with music and singing.    

After some time, Mark passes the guitar over to Taeil and finds his hip glued with yours again. You whisper affectionate compliments in his ear prior to your lips meeting his cheek, while he thanks you and wraps an arm that encompasses your waist.  

Stars finally engulf the sky and since it’s near the end of summer, the wind rises with a slight bite. Mark catches on quick, knowing you like the back of his hand, when it’s becoming too cold for you. Without a word, he takes off his plaid button-up and places it atop your shoulders, rubbing your arms to keep you as warm as possible. 

A few moments pass before he whispers into your ear that he’ll be back. You yearn for his body warmth the second he leaves your side. As a close replacement, you move closer to the flames and rub your hands. 

You observe Mark heading towards Johnny, interrupting his conversation, then your love makes a bee line into the host’s house. He heads back out with a thick blanket in his arms. You two are tucked underneath in seconds and thanks are given.

“You know I got you,” he replies. Even with the blanket, you can feel the goosebumps on his bare arms since he was only wearing a t-shirt underneath his button-up.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” 

He nods, dismissing your compassion. “Gotta keep my girl happy, don’t you worry about me.” 

A wink follows, and it warms you more than the fire ever could.  

The conversations all about have veered to topics that you and Mark aren’t as invested in, so you and him are left in your own bubble. Sharing the occasional meme on your phone. Talking about the dazzling constellations. Comparing each other’s hand sizes. 

Across the fire, Johnny notices you lovebirds off in another world away from the party. The contrast between you two and the fire, the soft lighting, and the night sky make for a gorgeous moment, so he rushes to grab his camera next to him and snaps a picture.  

“So,” Johnny speaks up, words cutting through the fire and popping the bubble you’re both in. “What’s it like being the oh, so picture perfect couple?” 

Everyone’s conversations die down, shocked at Johnny’s loud inquiry and intrigued since you both haven’t really spoken up much during the evening. Eyes are on you and your love. You face each other as if on reflex, appreciating each other’s features for a silent moment. 

You watch Mark’s eyes sparkle, reflecting the strong blaze, which compliment his saccharine grin. 

Mark loves how you glow brighter than anything he’s ever seen before, and the way he feels at home whenever he’s with you. 

“It’s pretty good. You?” Mark raises an eyebrow, still keeping his stare on you.

You nod, matching his steady gaze.

“Couldn’t be better.”  

As Mark reaches in and cusps your cheek to share a kiss, fake gags, wolf whistles, and lengthy oh’s erupt in the background along with a “Get a room!” from Haechan. 

[sevenlightd]

@electrivolt​​​​    //     ↣ ↣ spirit color meme !! ↢ ↢

☆             👀 hands u both volk n al

         of the  two,  it  is  volkner’s spirit  that  becomes immediately  apparent  .  oftentimes  people who  know  of  the  sight  inquire  about  how  similar souls  are  to  the  type  that  one  gravitates  toward --  he  can  already  hear  the  inquiries about  how  strongly the  ‘  lightning ‘  that  courses about  him  is  .  how  funny,  he  might  imagine those  faces  when  he  spies  not  voltage, at  first,  that  surges  about  his  figure, but  thick,  ever  shifting  lines  of  deep  navy  blue  that  swirls about  him  ceaselessly .  for  a  moment,  he  is  reminded of  an  arbok  ...  or  perhaps  something else  serpentine  by  the  motions, as  his  spirit coils  about  his  arm  before returning  into  his  body  at  the  shoulder .  yet  every  so  often, 'tis  the  sharp  &.  eye  -  catching  crackle of  neon  blue  that  races  from  one  length  of  coiling  spirit  to  the  end  .

         &.  when  indigo  gaze  eventually  shifts onto  the  young  galarian  gym  leader,  eyes  narrow  in  concentration  .  ‘tis  not  exactly  rare  that  a  spirit  chooses instead  to  hide  beneath  the  flesh,  but  there  is  usually  ...  something  .  a  glow  just  beneath, a  flare  up  of  sudden color  in  the  eyes  .  in  fact,  ‘tis  not  until  the  wind  gusts  that  morty  gets  his  first  look  at  allister’s spirit  .  (     ah  ...  it  makes  sense, doesn’t  it  ?  &.  at  once,  the  realization makes  your  blood  boil    )  .  the  sudden  breeze makes  his  spirit react  violently,  &.  what  rises  to  combat what  may  only  be  perceived as  some  manner of  threat,  are  ...  spikes ?  quills  ?  of  lightless  obsidian  hue  .  ‘tis  of  no  practical  intent  --  the  spirit  cannot touch  the  material  plane  as  it  is;  but  that  it  is  the  spirit’s  first  reaction  all  the  same  is  telling enough  of  truths  that  would  otherwise  be  kept  quiet  .

[greyias]

Companion Interview Meme

Tagged by: @a-muirehen — thank you for the tag!

Pick three companions who know your OC/muse well. Answer the questions from at least one of their companions points of view. Replace anywhere it says ‘Grey’ with your OC’s name. Name the three companions who will be answering here: 1. Theron Shan 2. Lana Beniko 3. Kira Carsen Are they ready to be candid with their responses? Don’t worry, this is totally private. Grey will never read it.

(Slight spoiler warning in one answer for Echoes of Oblivion)

1. First Impressions. What was the first impression you had of Grey?

Theron: Look, it’s complicated. Like on one hand, she just had to be hiding something, because she was just so—so—no one is that nice! Or naive. It had to be an act somehow. I was convinced of it, there had to be something wrong with her, some deep, dark dirty secret she was hiding. Because if she wasn’t then that means she was a genuinely good person who actually cared deeply about random strangers and that was just weird. And kind of wonderful. And in retrospect when I look back maybe I just... needed a few reasons to keep people at arms distance. I once told her that I loved her from the moment I saw her. Striding into the situation room like she owned the place and... yeah. That was also true. As I said, it’s complicated. And I’m kind of an idiot.

Lana: I was quite impressed by what I had assumed at the time was a great deal of pragmatism. She was a Jedi, and yet didn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that I was a Sith. In fact, sometimes I think maybe she was... fascinated by it? There was a moment or two where I wondered if... well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. She has always been a force to be reckoned with. It’s easy to follow someone like that... even if they are a Jedi (and a very impractical one at that. I really should have seen that coming in retrospect.)

Kira: She didn’t know how to take a joke. I mean, I’ve gotten better over the years, but at the start I’d had a tendency to make jokes first, assess the situation later. I’d made some comment about taking no prisoners, and you would have thought I’d just kicked a puppy instead of making a joke. Kind of felt like I had from the look on her face. Luckily, I think we both made better second impressions when we started working together on Coruscant.

2. Grey walks into a bar. No, it’s not a joke - what does she order? If you give her a credit for the jukebox, what kind of music would she put on?

Theron: Something fruity and filled with rum if you don’t stop her. Don’t let her drink the rum. And then because she has no loyalty whatsoever she’ll put on Tai-Vor Swivt on the jukebox and just share my special playlist with the whole cantina. Um. I mean. Her playlist. I don’t like Tai-Vor. I only listen to Heavy Isotope. And things like that.

Lana: The answer depends on the time of day, her mood, and several other factors. I have it all documented in this rubric here. You’ll need to give me more specifics on your inquiry if you want an accurate answer.

Kira: I mean, usually she just orders caf, which almost always gets a dramatic eyeroll from the bartender. So I usually have to order so we don’t get the stinkeye the entire time. And usually she lets me pick the music too -- I kind of suspect she didn’t really know many of the artists. Not exactly dialed into pop culture, that one.

3. How does Grey spend a day off from work?

Theron: Hmm, if I have my way it’s a nice slow morning and any message sent to her e-mail receives a cordial out-of-office message (Lana gets two for each message she sends.) Maybe later we can take a walk in the woods, go pet those stinky Exoboars running wild and ruining the Odessen countryside, maybe we get a little lost along the way. Spend the evening winding down with one of her swashbuckling holoflix. If I don’t have my way someone winds up asking her a work question and then she doesn’t get a day off. Yes. I know the irony of this coming from me.

Lana: If she is onsite at Odessen nowadays she seems to spend it in a mix between time in her quarters, leaving the base to take a walk in the woods, trying to duck surveillance to meditate in her “secret” spot. 

Kira: Back on the Defender, it was just a lot of meditating, practicing her katas, sparring. Honestly, even on her days off she usually just kept trying to make sure we were prepared for the next mission. Although if I invited her to do something normal she’d go along with it. So I may have made sure some of our off days coincided so she would actually take something resembling a break. The weirdo. She seems to have relaxed a little from that here on Odessen. I think that’s nice.

4. What silly superstitions or funny traditions does she observe?

Theron: She meditates each morning, and still observes the Jedi morning fast. Except she totally cheats on her fast and will drink a cup of caf if its hand delivered to her. She’ll warm her hands on the mug as she takes in a big whiff, and this little smile spreads across her face. It causes the freckles on her nose to wrinkle. And maybe I’m the one who hand delivers the caf because its hard to think of a better way to start the day.

Lana: We do not speak of the fruitcake, or any of her other attempted holiday traditions. If we do not encourage her, then maybe she’ll stop. Please, we must all band together, for the good of my digestive tract.

Kira: Whenever we would finish up a mission on a planet, she liked to take off her socks and boots and meditate with her feet sticking into the ground. She even wanted to do it on Quesh but Doc was loud enough on that instance to be able to talk her out of it. She tried to hide it but she looked really disappointed, so I tried to cheer her up by joining her on this weird mud hop at our next port of call. Not sure if I really felt any different but it seemed to make her happy.

5. What does Grey wear to bed? And just how do you know that?

Theron: Traditional night wear is a thin tank top and sleep pants. Let’s just say sometimes there’s less traditional night wear, or sometimes less than that -- but that’s between husband and wife.

Lana: On mission she typically wears something quick to change into her armor. On base she seems to have a standard set of pajama bottoms and sleeveless sleep shirt. How do I know this? Let’s just say I have to keep the Commander on schedule, even when certain people who should know better try and distract her from our very busy day running things.

Kira: She usually was changed and ready for the day before I ever saw her, but sometimes there’d be a late night where she couldn’t sleep, and I’d find her in the Defender’s mess. Pretty simple and spare sleepwear, sleep pants and tank top. Fashion’s not exactly her priority, you know?

6. Your favorite memory of Grey?

Theron: Why do you make me pick? Damn... that’s hard. There’s almost too many to choose, but... I guess it would be just after we got back from Nathema, and I was trying to apologize for everything and... somehow that turned into a proposal. And despite me being a stumbling awkward mess she still said yes and... look. I probably should have picked a different one, I’m not really good at the talking about feelings thing.

Lana: That moment when the broadcast across the galaxy happened after she had tamed the Eternal Fleet, she stood poised and powerful, finally setting the galaxy aright after Zakuul had torn it asunder. It was a moment more than five years in the making and I couldn’t have been prouder.

Kira: That moment when we stood, side-by-side, with everyone else in the Force and turned that creep Tenebrae, and every other of his counterparts into absolute crumbling dust. It almost made up for the fact that I wasn’t there the first two times she sent him packing.

7. A time you very nearly almost kissed Grey?

Theron: I mean, if we’re being technical, I had... thought about it for one moment on Manaan. Just a brief second, as we were saying our farewells before I went into hiding. Our eyes had met while we were shaking hands goodbye and it would have been so easy to just pull her in close and--I didn’t. Of course I didn’t. Not then at least. Now though? I don’t miss a chance.

Lana: I was angry at myself, my weakness, and taking it out on the clutter around the Gravestone. I had been surrounded out in the swamp, and only Koth’s timely intervention had saved me. She had come seeking me out to make sure that I was all right, to check on my injury. And in the low light, she just looked so concerned and guilty, and I’m fairly certain she was leaning in. I would have, you know, if Koth hadn’t been throwing around things and making a racket.

Kira: It was right after my Knighting, and I had snuck a bottle of champagne on board to celebrate. I suspect she hadn’t ever actually tasted alcohol before, judging by her reaction to the first sip. But we kept drinking, and giggling, kind of like we weren’t stuffy Jedi at all. And there was this moment where she asked me about Nar Shaddaa. Not pushy or anything, just... curious about my experiences. She never talks about it, but I don’t think she really knew much of life outside of the Order so she was always cautiously curious. And there was this moment where I was telling her about my first kiss and we kind of leaned in and--nothing happened. At the time I didn’t want to risk making things weird. I... like where we’re at. I’m fine with it.

8. Vacation time! Where do you take Grey for some R&R?

Theron: You know, I just love the sound of that word. Vay-cay-shun. Despite popular opinion I actually do take them, maybe a few more now than when I was single. We have a secret little hideaway that no one else knows about that I like to take her to when things get a little rough or we just need a break from the everything the galaxy is deciding to throw her our way.

Lana: You know, a vacation does sound nice, but someone has to keep things running here, especially when a certain nameless spy whisks our Commander away to fake locales. Seriously, I need a proper itinerary. What if I need to contact them? It’s just rude. Oh right, the question. I suppose I wouldn’t mind visiting some place quiet and out of the way, although I honestly have yet to find a place in galaxy that qualifies because if I take Grey for some reason she always finds someone in trouble that she insists on rescuing.

Kira: I’m not sure if it qualifies as a vacation per se, but I’ve been able to sneak her and one of our other Jedi buddies around base off to Nar Shaddaa for a Girl’s Night. Those are fun, even if we kept getting hit on at the bars. Although that can be entertaining in itself, especially that one time some guy pretended to be a Jedi, and then got this very detailed lecture on how bad an idea that was from Grey. I don’t think I’ve seen a man wilt so fast in my life. I would pay to see that again.

9. Grey’s sense of humor -is it dry, immature, sarcastic, self-deprecating, physical, witty, dark, or…?

Theron: I think it depends on the situation and her mood. It can be very subtle, and sometimes I can’t tell if she’s being serious when she says something ridiculous, or if she’s messing with me. Which... I suppose is fair, because sometimes I do the same to her.

Lana: She loves a good pun, which I find delightful. It’s doubly delightful just to see Theron roll his eyes and groan like he’s being tortured.

Kira: I think a lot of people don’t really get her humor, and honestly it took me a while to realize when she was joking. She likes to let others take the lead when it comes to cracking jokes, but when she does make a zinger, it takes a few seconds for it to land. They’re a lot more sly and subtle than you’d think. My favorite is when she starts to get really frustrated with someone and makes really dry, pointed comments that usually sail right over their heads. She has so many people fooled with that sweet serene Jedi act, they don’t even realize the epic burn until long after the conversation has ended.

Tagging: @confettininjabean, @thewriterandmuse. @shanfamilydrama, @storyknitter, @lumielles, @captainderyn, and @brietopia

[kazeofthemagun]

@cursedfortune​ :  🎤 + please just read the, "Mortem? Ugh." out loud so i can die all over again. x'D

Voice Meme

[Welcome to the night of Wonderland... I am your guide, Quen. Listen, dear guests.]

[This is heavily experimental. Credit goes to the creators of FFU’s OST for “Fabula’s Mansion”, me for being discount Fabula (and witchy girl ;), and my dad (yeahhh! teamwork) for discount Kaze’s dramatic Mortem? Ugh. Enjoy, I suppose. I could not get rid of some audio errors/clicking, sadly.]

Original post here and below.

Perhaps the only positive thing at the moment was his lack of stubbornness, accepting her aid so willingly. Mortem’s hand gently braced against his chest, hoping to guide him in keeping balanced from both sides.

Who was Lou? Besides someone who obviously meant something to him. If he was mistaking the witch for them they must have been of some importance to be so willing like this. It’s a tempting thought that intrudes her mind, she could gather information from him like this but… there’s no actual desire to. There’s no urgency or want when he isn’t consciously aware.

“Hunter, it’s Mortem - the Witch.” Each step brought them closer to the cabin, closer to sitting him upon the soft pillows before the fireplace. “Is that name familiar to you?”

With his balance secured further by the hand placed upon his chest, it would be a tedious but otherwise uneventful trip back to the cabin. The arm he looped around the witch’s form still bore that madly clenched fist, but the fatigue taking hold of his body began to relax his fingers. His heavy head turned to look. There was blood streaming from his palm, dark droplets painting a steady trail behind them as they went. Or so he thought. Where he assumed there were thorns, there was nothing. He blinked, and closed his fist again. Accursed visions. Through the haze, he could hear an inquiry. A different voice, from the outside. Ah…

“Mor…tem..?”

Black Wind paused and lifted his gaze to meet hers, delirious blue eyes struggling to take in her features, almost as if attempting to reaffirm he was not, in fact, dealing with a ghost.

Whatever he gleaned in that short moment seemed to satisfy him, and curtains of dishevelled red soon obscured his vision once again. “Ugh…”

[warhams40k]

a commission finished featuring Boreal and Diomedes...and an unexpected agent of chaos

big thanks to alfa bc prior to bein commissioned, neither i nor my client had any idea who these two were. this inquiry prompted a very passionate, long winded explanation from alfa of these two blood ravens long and rich meme history. i feel very..informed

[whosxafraid]

Meme: Myth and Magic Sentence Starters Status: Open URL: @oracuelum

He’s used to sticking out like a sore thumb as they say. Above average in height, red hair, fucked up face and mixed matched eyes. He’s used to people taking notice. People making comment. But what he perhaps isn’t used to at all is the latter piece of her question. At least in the way she chose to word it. The way her voice drops by degrees despite the lack of anyone else being in the shop currently. The wards he can taste on the air, that allowed him passage through the door only because he held no intent to harm. And the very eyes that apparently led to her inquiry…narrow just so much at the woman behind the counter.

Curiosity peek in ways it hasn’t been in a while. Because the scent of her is…unique. Earthy. Floral. And yet there is something along the edges of her that reminds him of harsh winters. Like a spring flower that managed to survive a rogue spring frost. The flicker flash of another form, like a shadow before it is gone like dust in the wind. And the immortal is far more alert than he had been moments before. Because there is something…ancient to the woman. Something that tastes like the old days on his tongue. The idea of her just another modern witch set aside for the time being, as he does what he can to both answer her question and prove he is not the only one so proverbially easy to read.

          “Bout as much as ye be, lass.”

And there’s a catch to the marred corner of his lips. A glance down at the counter between them before his gaze tracks away. The shelves of herbs glanced over. He isn’t really here for any however what he is here–well it isn’t an item one simply blurts out questions over.  Not unless you’re aiming for trouble from the start anyway.

           “Be lookin’ for o’few d’ings….”

           “Were bein’ told ye moi’ght be able ta help me procure, aye?”

[spiral-chronicler]

My muse in a relationship meme!

 Anonymous said: It was hard to ignore temptation to direct questions at Viral - honestly, the wind was too curious a rogue not to at least give it a go. So, he scribbled his suggestions anonymously, threw it into the pile that would eventually find its way to the host and then pretended (very believably) to not give a care when this Q&A game would be answered.  ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner?   💭 Do they tend to sleep better (Doze better) when in bed with their partner?  ❤ Do they fall in love easy?

  Viral found the questionnaire mixed into the pile of sketches of various places, journal entries, and letters he wrote out of sentiment - all forged upon the outdated but comforting medium of physical paper. The inquiries surprised him, but then, the East Wind was like that, slipping into orderly affairs and making pleasant (most of the time) ripples through otherwise calm waters. The Beastman acquiesced, but he worded his replies within a short visual recording. He would have it ferried straight to the rogue’s personal handheld device, to be accessed whenever he liked, and saved for as long as he wished. 

┖ ”Are you protective of your partner?"  ┚ 

🐾—❝And why wouldn’t I be?

    Lovers, kin, friendships -- they aren’t gifts I can say have come easily during my lifetime. I’ve been better acquainted with solitude and loneliness than I’ve ever desired.  To that end, I have every reason and every intention of treating those bonds as gold. I’ll gladly sink all teeth and every claw into the effort of preserving what I have. To live without taking our loved ones for granted... doesn’t it make sense to be protective of what brings you joy?❞

┖ ”Do you sleep or doze better when in bed with your partner?"  ┚ 

🐾—❝Ah, yes and to no small degree. Without someone nested comfortably in bed to tempt me, I don’t even have an impetus for dozing off. My body doesn’t require sleep, and so I tend to find something productive to do without the need for rest. If someone dear to me insists, however, that I curl up next to them -- you won’t catch me turning them down unless there’s an urgent matter that I must attend. The indescribable comfort of feeling someone resting against me, their breathing, the warmth, there’s no better lullaby in the universe. Keh. Maybe the elaborate and plush design of my bed is designed to tempt my partner, who can then do their part and beckon me.❞

┖ ”Do you fall in love easily?"  ┚  

🐾—❝...no. I’ll deny it or avoid the feelings, first. For as long as I can.  Why? Even if the sentiment is mutual, a life together - and I would desire that - is a difficult premise. I have a place and a purpose - as would the one I love. If we can’t find a way to bring theirs to the stars with me, then... our paths won’t converge for long, I fear. That fact doesn’t invalidate our bond, but it becomes a bittersweet thing. Dreamlike. Ephemeral. Fleeting.  No less precious to me, but all the more potent in the grief I’ll bear for it, if I’m disallowed from preserving it within my means.

   I would not utter words of love lightly. And saying goodbye is... I’ve spent a lot of time beneath the weight of those words, left on the lonely side of those shores. How many goodbyes would I like to issue, for how many hearts I was not permitted to keep? How often will I choose to invest my mind, body, and spirit into kindling a tomorrow meant for myself and this dream of a family of mine? It asks such courage of me, to embrace the risk of losing it all, over and over.

  And I’m allowed to die as many times as I like.❞

[firefeufuego]

Tag Meme Combo

Here is a combo of a few different memes, I was tagged by two of my absolute muses @canardroublard​ and @birdhapley​ (I’m including the last line meme in the ‘share some of your WIP’) 

Name: Rosemary 

Nickname: Rosie

Zodiac: Aries (on the cusp, like a boss)

Favourite musicians or bands: The Jezabels and The Killers are my all time faves. Also got a lot of time for Florence and the Machine and Lana del Rey. 

Favourite sports team: The Australian Olympic swimming team

Other blogs: firefeufuego - that’s where I post non-fandom things, usually fun jokes

Do I get asks: Sometimes, would always welcome more!

Lucky numbers: none

How many blogs do I follow: 76 - I like to be able to get through my whole feed everyday so I don’t miss anything.

What I’m wearing: Quarantine Chic (aka my pyjamas and a cardigan)

Dream vacation: A city that has many cool gardens with lots of crisp hedges. I hate looking like a tourist so somewhere I speak the language would also be ideal. Perfect companion would be someone I’m comfortable enough with to be able to tell them to go away every once in a while so I can wander while listening to music.

Dream car: A vehicle that someone else is driving

Favourite food: There is a spot inside of me that nothing but toast with vegemite and butter will ever be able to hit

Drink of choice: Milk for non-alcoholic drinks, I do love a good reposado tequila but I’ve become a bit of a G&T girl of late (I infuse the gin with this pear tea I have and it is very good)

Languages: English, French, some Spanish 

Celebrity crush: I have a bunch now that I think about it. Part of me will love Brandon Flowers as long as I live. Felicity Jones and Diego Luna (especially when he gets political) are obviously at the top of list at the moment. Special shout-out also to the Democrat’s lawyer from the impeachment inquiry, who proved that being very good at your job is sometimes the sexiest thing of all. 

Random fact: I finished my master’s degree a week ago and I am very afraid that I will not have a graduation ceremony which means I will never get to wear the hat (my uni doesn’t let undergrads wear them) so I guess now I have to go to law school.

AO3 Name: firefeufuego

Fandoms: Rogue One, my love for this movie and fandom still runs deep and true (although I just listened to the Anastasia Musical and there’s a plotbunny rattling around rather insistently there so...)

Fic you spent the most time on: I mean, technically I’ve been working on the sequel for por mas que crezca for like 2+ years but in terms of actual time spent writing, it’s easily encore

Fic you spent the least amount of time on: cake or death - my first published fic that I wrote in an evening based on a not even serious prompt by @lyresandlasers​ 

Longest fic: encore is 19,787

Shortest fic: cake or death is 977

Most hits: what a lovely way to burn at 3733 

Most kudos: same, 226

Most comment threads: encore, 61

Fave fic you wrote: Hmmm, this is a bit tough, I love all my children equally (though I don’t care for GOB). I will say that I’m quite proud of the prose in the little POV swapped version of encore’s second chapter.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I’m not really a rewriter, once something’s finished it’s sort of set in stone for me (which makes me terrible at editing essays let me tell you). I am in the middle of expanding on encore at the moment and I do really want to finish the follow up to por mas que crezca. 

Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: this is from the second chapter of ‘allegrezza’ (I swear that it’s not the setup of a fight! Marshmallow fluff is what I promised and marshmallow fluff is what you’ll get)

By this point, he thought he’d already catalogued every aspect of Jyn’s beauty, that he could no longer be truly surprised by her loveliness, but it turns out he was wrong. She’s gorgeous — with her hair loose and streaming in the wind, her smile bright and her body moving with the easy command that comes from being home — more than that, she looks like she belongs here.

Her love for this place rings clear in every word and he realizes with a pang of guilt that he’d never considered that her moving to New York might be a sacrifice. 

[theseaistheskies]

TAGGING: EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE it’s so much fun OwO STOLEN FROM: @tailoringtay​

Using this generator make your muse with the current mood their in !z

{(So Young Morgan, Older (late teens) Morgan, and Sayf!)}

[outofcalms-archived]

“You’re trembling… Do you regret your actions?”

Odin Sphere Meme || Still accepting!

[ ☾ ] Her Guardians afforded no sense of solace; though her posture stands dignified, her faith remained shaken & scattered to the winds. So the Summoner seeks refuge elsewhere--apart from the stares aimed at her back. Heavy are the shoulders of the High Summoner’s daughter, yet her head is held high. 

Only when the echoes of a familiar voice reaches her does she relent. His inquiry merely ushering in what was to become a new era, providing she had the strength to see it through.

❝I made a promise before I left home: that I would see my duties to the people fulfilled.❞ Like her father before her & those that came before him; footprints left behind--one after another--until she uprooted them to follow a path of her own making.  ❝And that has not changed.❞

     Nor would  it. Obstacles enveloped them everywhere she turned, but ever steady had she carried on. It would take more than empty promises & falsehoods spilled from the lips of her namesake to dissuade her to do anything less  than the impossible.

❝I will see to Sin’s destruction without  the final summoning,❞ Chin raising, mismatched hues settle upon Yojimbo whilst allowing herself to steal a sliver of his candor.  ❝Though I understand that freedom does not come freely. Your aide will be compensated generously.❞

[continuations]

World After Capital: Psychological Freedom (Fin)

NOTE: Today’s excerpt from my book World After Capital ends the chapter on psychological freedom. The prior excerpts covered the freedom to learn, to create, and to share. The following ties this back to one of the central chapters on Humanism.

Psychological Freedom and Humanism

Self-regulation, through some kind of mindfulness practice, lies at the heart of psychological freedom. It allows us to separate wants from needs. It lets us take our initial reactions to content that we see and not immediately reply in anger. It lets us have empathy for others and their creations. It lets us be open to learning something new and it lets us overcome our fears of creating and sharing.

Still, as humans we have fundamental needs for purpose and recognition that wind up making many people psychologically unfree. If you feel that your life lacks purpose or that nobody cares about your existence then you are likely to experience a profound psychological crisis. Existential angst can express itself in many different forms, ranging from a paralysis to do anything to a manic desire to do everything (or own everything). The persistence of religion over millennia is in part explained by addressing these needs. Most religion meets these human needs by claiming that our purpose is to follow a divine set of rules and if we follow those rules the respective god or gods will recognize our existence.

Many organized religions intentionally disrupt the Knowledge Loop. They restrict the process of critical inquiry through which knowledge improves over time, through mechanisms such as censorship and divine “knowledge” which can only be provided by officials and is often permanently encoded in sacred texts. This of course serves to maintain and enhance the power of those who are gatekeepers to the texts and their interpretation. Adhering strongly to such a religion, while it may meet your existential psychological needs, may make it difficult if not impossible for you to participate fully and freely in the Knowledge Loop.

The same is true for many informal beliefs. There are anti rational memes, such as believing in a pre-ordained individual destiny, that can be used to answer one's need for purpose, but will prevent one from being psychologically free. Or people can belong to communities that meet the need for recognition but at the cost of a conformity that restricts participation in the Knowledge Loop. It can often be difficult to recognize just how much of one's behavior, which one thinks of as free and voluntary, is actually tightly controlled by custom or peer pressure.

A new Humanism, based on the importance of knowledge, provides an alternative source of purpose and recognition that does not inhibit psychological freedom but rather enhances it. Participating in the Knowledge Loop is our purpose and how others will recognize us. Learning new things, being creative and innovative, sharing with others is explicitly encouraged. This doesn't mean everyone has to be a rocket scientist, instead there are a great many ways to participate in the Knowledge Loop, including creating art and caring for others and the environment.

We will need to substantially change the education system in most countries to help people be psychologically free. Today's system was developed to support the Industrial Age. Its goal is to mass produce people qualified for participating in the Job Loop. Jobs are seen as the ultimate goal and knowledge as important only to the extent that it provides a qualification for a job. We will need a new system instead that celebrates knowledge (as broadly defined here) for its own sake, allows students to discover their individual interests and deepen those into a purpose, and educates them about techniques for being psychologically free. Put differently, we need to put Humanism at the center of education and learning.

Humanism and the Knowledge Loop thus have important implications beyond individual purpose for how we organize society and take responsibility for each other and the world around us. This will be the subject of Part Four.

[divineharc]

@vinduri sent an inquiry : the question is ;  are you with me ,  or are you against me ? / from giulio ━ ( meme. )

standing akin to marble , statuesque divinity in human form . allowing words to settle between them , a lingering echo on the evening breeze . silence radiated between them , apart from the distant chatter of voices through the halls . a change on the winds of rome long foretold yet ignored . divine matron took steps towards the prefect , head tilting to one side with a singular motion . hands fold together before her as gaze pierce into him . personal loyalties meant nothing , such things long abandoned .

❛ that depends on you , my dear figlio di roma . ❜ voice full of pride , a rare divinity that the newer emperors lacked . a hand is raised , wrist twisting in the air with a melody of chims from the gold adorning her wrists . ❛ do you stand with rome or are you against him ? ❜ roman empire adopted as second son , dear and fiercely protected . her sons were long gone and this was their legacy , the last piece she has of her children . ❛ if you stand with rome , you have the greatest of honours to declare me an ally , but if you are against the empire . . . you know what happens to all the enemies of rome . ❜