#(Fam can usually get through 2's ... All right Enough there can often be lots of downed trees and such STILL but Yeah)

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Evening conversations (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N:  Hello, hello, hello! How are we feeling, fam? PB delivered, we finally did it guys. I, of course, what else is new, couldn't help myself, and had to attempt a rewrite. Added some scenes cause I have no impulse control. Now, we have a few long weeks ahead of us, but it is 1) understandable and 2) so incredibly smart and good of PB to put the health of their people first. We live in hard times, the lives and safety come first. It will fly by, and hopefully, in the meantime, that scary situation is over. Take care of yourselves, guys.

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Her shoulder comes in contact with Landry’s chest and suddenly her mind is quiet. No amount of shouts or looks thrown her way could puncture the fog that surrounded her for that one moment. It was nothing, and then all at once, it came with double the force, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Both of them tumble to the ground, Claire’s elbow digging into Landry’s ribs, a sharp pain radiating from the point of contact. Before she knows what is happening, a pair of hands grab her by her arms forcefully, fingers digging into her skin, and make a move to pull her up, when a voice booms over the field and next thing she knows, the weight on her back is eased.

“Don’t touch her, you son of a bitch.” His tone is chilling, filled with newly found rage that wouldn’t be easily explained if anyone asked why he was so quick to defend her. Luckily for him, the fight breaks out and his act of protectiveness gets forgotten by everyone but her, too stunned to participate in the insult fest that ensued as a result of her attempt to secure a win for Edenbrook.

It only stops when a very disappointed Naveen scolds them, breaking them all up and sending them on their own way. Claire was getting her clothes out of her bag when she heard his voice again, just behind her back.

“So? Was that worth dragging me down here?” Ethan’s words were slightly slurred, and as soon as she turned around to face him, she knew why. He was holding a cold bottle of beer to his cheek, the skin beneath the glass turning an ugly shade or purple. She winced, feeling a pang of guilt in her chest.

“I regret you getting hurt, but I don’t regret having you here.” She revealed, a proud smirk pulling on the corners of her lips when she thought about a crushing defeat that left Mass Kenmore licking their wounds. “I came to mess them up and I definitely achieved that.”

He smiled without humor, his eyes remaining emotionless. The lines of his face are even more pronounced under the floodlights over the field than normally, making him seem even more tired than usually.

“I got the feeling your head wasn’t really in it tonight.”

“It’s softball. My head was never going to be in it.” he responded matter-of-factly, looking past her. There was something in the way he closed himself off to his surroundings that worried her. Something was off, something was bothering him, and she would be damned if she didn’t try to help him, any way she could.

Her fingers brush against the back of his hand with the softest touch, raising goosebumps up his arm. It was all she dared to do in public, where everyone could see them and draw their own conclusions.  Despite all that, the warmth of his skin against hers made her pulse jump, endorphins rushing through her bloodstream rapidly.

“I know it’s more than that. Talk to me, Ethan.” Her face fell, realizing how little they could keep from each other, despite their best efforts to keep things professional and keep their private affairs separate from their work. His gaze made its way back to her eyes, and the depth of his yearning is as strong as her own. When he speaks, its with the softest tone she’s heard from him in a while, almost like he didn’t care about all the other doctors that were passing them by.

“Not here.”

“Then where?”

His eyes flashed with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He finally let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing a bit. “… I suppose you could come home with me.” a muscle on his face twitched like he was about to smile, the line feeling too domestic, too familiar. “I have a new recipe I’ve been looking for an excuse to try.”

He was trying to impress her. He was definitely trying to impress her, she was sure of that. If not because of the way he said it, then because of the way he smiled when she asked, surprised. “You cook?”

“I do. Often. I find it very meditative, actually. It always helps me get my thoughts in order.”

“Okay, now I’m intrigued. Take me home.” She blurted out, then blushed a crimson red when she realized what her sentence carried with it. His lips curled into a warm smile, a reaction she didn’t expect, but wasn’t about to ask questions.

They separated briefly, for just enough time to shower in the locker rooms and change into their casual clothes. When they met again, they walked to his car, picking up their conversation about the patient they had earlier that day.

Ethan opened the door to his apartment, the space as clean and spotless as she remembered it to be. Her eyes got drawn to the view behind the windows, the curtains being thrown open only making it easier for her to watch how the lights flickered above the water.

She walked further into the room uncertainly, running her hand along the back of the couch. “So what’s this recipe you’ve been dying to try?”

“Georgian Stuffed Chicken.”

“On a random weeknight?” she asked, surprised that he was willing to go through such a meticulous process when they both knew they had an early shift the next day.

“Correct. Come over here.” He nodded, tilting his head towards the entrance to the kitchen, letting her go first. Following close behind her, he walked over to the fridge and then placed a full chicken and a bowl of butter in front of her.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Claire’s voice went up an octave when she voiced her concern. She did know how to cook, she was pretty good at it too, but measured up to Ethan, she was almost certain that she was a novice. He grinned at her slightly.

“Get massaging.”

Her moves were insecure and awkward, not entirely convinced that she was doing it correctly, and she was completely right, for she heard him laughing under his breath as he watched her struggle.

“You’ll have to do better than that. Rub it right in. Full coverage.” He instructed her, then turned towards his own work. His body seemed completely at ease and strangely content when he occupied himself with chopping ingredients and sautéing them in a pot.

“Ethan, just how long have you been a secret chef?”

“For about as long as I can remember.” He answered her question, wiping his hands on the towel he had by his side.

“As in… you had an Easy-Bake Oven?” she tried imagining little Ethan helping around the kitchen, the vision of it endearing more than she anticipated.

“As in my Dad liked to cook, and he let me help him with all the easy parts as soon as I was old enough.” He set the record straight, his face not revealing any emotions connected to the memories.

“That’s painfully adorable.” Claire giggled, leaning against the counter, her eyes focused on him. “Did little Ethan have a special apron? Or a little chef’s hat?”

“… No.”

The scent of their food being made filled the air around them, occupying her senses for a moment. Ethan turned back to the counter, chopping the cherries into smaller chunks. While he was working, he continued explaining. “My dad worked a lot. He took on extra shifts. The kind of thing single parents have to do to keep the lights on. One way I could help was making dinner sometimes when he was exhausted.”

“That’s pretty sweet. I guess you got good at it.” she pointed out, a sweet smile brightening up her face. A satisfied smirk made its way into his features.

“I make it my business to get good at everything.”

As she finished up with the chicken, Ethan added more ingredients to the pot, inhaling deeply, something weighting on his chest heavily.

“It’s missing something.” He mused, shaking his head after a second of thought.

“Did you check the recipe?”

“Recipes always tend to the safe side, flavor-wise. What would you add?” he asked, pulling out peppers and herbs from his fridge. She nodded towards the peppers.

“I should have known you’d want to add more heat.” He grinned, putting the herbs away and getting started on chopping the peppers.

“It’s not the only kind of heat I’d like to add…” she muttered under her breath, clearly enough for him to hear and understand. His gaze zeroes in on her, eyes meeting in a look of longing so intense it makes him weak in the knees. It lasts only a moment before it’s gone, with a deep breath, and then he’s back to being his self-controlled self, focusing on the cutting board once more.

“You make it hard to stick to my intentions, Claire.”

“Good.”

They both got busy with keeping their eyes on their food, but time went by and Ethan still didn’t say a word about what they were meant to talk about in the first place.

“So… are we going to talk about whatever’s got you so…” she extended her arms widely and Ethan sighed in defeat.

“I suppose I did promise you an explanation. The thing is… I’ve been avoiding my father.” He told her, and it felt as though he let go of a heavy burden. He’s always been on his own, dealing with his problems alone. Now, at least in that moment, he had her to rely on, and the way she looked at him told him that she was there to listen, and help should he need her to do so.

“But why? It sounded like you and him have a strong relationship.” She noted, trying to find the straightest line through all the parts she couldn’t possibly understand. Perhaps one day, she would be by his side to help him deal with it all, but today was not that day. Today, he needed her to just be with him and help him any way she knew how.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you and I talked about in the care that day we followed my mother. I always thought that Dad and I had a decent relationship for two people with not much in common.” He placed the knife back down on the cutting board, exhaling loudly before continuing. “But I’ve come to realize that I never tried to get closer to him. Because I couldn’t truly understand him.”

“Because he still loves your mom.” She understood what he meant with a somber realization, seeing past the façade of a strong man that was rarely rattled by missiles that hit him. He only nodded.

“That kind of unconditional love… I could never comprehend it.”

“He loves you unconditionally too.” Claire pointed out to him what was obviously there. In any other circumstance, she would try to get to the bottom of it, but it was clear what he meant, and they didn’t have the time to delve into it just yet.

“Everything in this world is conditional, Claire. Everything. My dad, he never pushes anyone. He never challenges anyone. He never demands anything of anybody.” He tapped his finger against the counter every time he pointed out a trait of his father, his face as blank as it could possibly be. “What my mother did to us, it’s like it didn’t matter. And I needed it to matter. I need what I do to matter.”

“I take that it’s not how your relationship with Dr. Banerji was.”

“The opposite. “ he smiled softly at the mention of his mentor that became a second father figure to him. A man that pushed him to be the best doctor he could be and was now pushing him to be the best man he could possibly be, even if Ethan himself wasn’t aware of what his friend was doing. “Naveen challenged me every single day. Still does. If I ever came up short of what I was capable of, he let me know.”

Her face fell when she put his words together with what she knew was a typical Ethan Ramsey reaction. “And you haven’t talked to your dad about any of this.”

“I have no idea how I’d start that conversation.”

“So you’re avoiding him altogether?” she asked, already knowing the answer. It was such a characteristic thing for him to do, and yet she hoped that she was wrong. But she rarely was wrong.

“Yes.” He breathed in deeply, stirring the content of the pot.

The perfect silence of his apartment is shattered by the knock on the door, and Ethan’s whole body visibly tenses at the sound.

“Just how long have you been ignoring him? Long enough for him to show up unannounced to make sure you’re still alive?” her eyes flickered between him and the door, a look of concern blooming on her face. His face twisted pensively.

“… I’d better go answer that.”

His own footsteps ring in his ears as he approaches the door. He counted the distance between him and his father, dreading the conversation that most likely would ensue the moment he opens the door to greet him.

He could feel the pleasant warmth on his back, in the place where Claire had her eyes on him, offering her silent support from afar. He took a deep breath, then answered the door.

‘Hi, Dad.”

“Thank goodness you’re here. I was starting to worry about you.” a relieved smile lit up his father’s face, his posture visibly relaxing as soon as he was sure that his son was safe and sound.

Ethan’s expression fell when he realized how worried he must have been. “Sorry, Dad, I’ve been…”

“Busy, as usual. Don’t worry, I understand.”

Alan stepped into the apartment, sweeping his eyes over the room, and then his eyes stopped at Claire and his movements halted instantly.

“Oh. But I see you have company… Hello again, Dr. Herondale.”

Claire smiled at him warmly, her eyes sparkling. “Don’t mind me, Mr. Ramsey. Pull up a stool and help us make fancy chicken.” Her comment made him laugh, his gaze shifting from the chicken on the counter to his son.

“I see a chicken that needs proper seasoning. Do you mind, Ethan?”

He waved his hand at his dad’s comment. “Add whatever you like, Dad.”

Moving around the room with comfortableness of a person that knew the area well, Alan reached into the cabinets and pulled out a few bottles of spices, spreading them over the chicken. “This chicken’s going to give us all a little punch in the jaw.”

Ethan kept his line of sight on the stove, refusing to look up and face the situation he was in. But then he felt warmth on his face and found it impossible not to look back at her. He was met with her smile and shining eyes.

Deciding to break the moment before he did something irresponsible, he took the pot off the stove and moved towards the counter. “Incoming.”

Alan and Claire stepped aside, observing as Ethan stuffed the chicken, then moved it into the baking dish. Ethan’s father cleared his throat. “So what exactly have you been busy with these past couple weeks?”

“Work. Same as usual.”

“… I see. It’s just that until recently, you always had time to answer my calls.” He pointed out, his face twisting with sadness. Silence fell upon the three of them, Ethan remaining quiet, unable to answer. Claire’s eyes find his own once again, asking a silent question. He shook his head, refusing to act.

“Talk to him.” she mouthed towards him, frowning. Alan noticed something was off, and he caught their little exchange.

“Am I missing something?”

Her eyes were still on him, still encouraging him to talk to his father like he should have done weeks ago. With a heavy sigh, he gave up and turned towards his father.

“Dad… I have to talk to you about something.” Ethan said, then turned towards her with tired eyes. “Can you handle the bird?”

Her hand itched to reach out and rest on his arm. She resisted the urge, instead nodding her head reassuringly. “Sure. You two go talk.”

Claire tried not to focus on their conversation too much, tried to give them as much privacy as she could, but one line reached her ears despite her best efforts.

“Love is complicated, Ethan. I thought you’d know that by now…”

In her peripheral vision, she was convinced she could see Alan looking at her, and then, a second later, a hot flash brushed against her skin. Ethan looked at her too, convinced she wouldn’t notice.

The conversation the two men needed to have was private. So much so that she felt as though she was intruding, despite knowing what the said conversation was about. Knowing all that, she decided to make sure that all in the kitchen was taken care of, and then started creeping towards the door of the apartment. Ethan’s worried voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Claire? Where are you going?” she turned around, nodding towards them both.

“Home. I think you two need some privacy.”

“But the chicken…” he was genuinely upset that she was leaving, which made her smile so widely her cheeks hurt. Winking at him playfully, she responded with humor in her voice.

“Bring me some tomorrow.”

She could see the war that was waging in his mind as he looked between her and his father before he nodded, relieved that he would have time to set things straight with his dad and still catch up with her later.

“Wait here, Dad. Claire, I’ll walk you out.”

“It was nice seeing you again, Mr. Ramsey.” She bid the older man goodbye, smiling at him widely. He reciprocated the gesture in kind.

“It’s always a pleasure to talk to you, Dr. Herondale. Get home safe and have a good night.”

Ethan led her out of the building, holding the door open for her.

“Can you get home okay?”

“Sure, I’ll call a car.” She shrugged, reaching into her pocket for her phone when she was stopped by Ethan’s hand. He rested it on her shoulder, his touch gentle and warm, and then turned her towards him.

“Claire…”

He pulled her even closer, resting his other hand on her cheek. His thumb caressed her skin, tracing the line of her cheekbone tenderly. When he spoke, his voice was low and filled to the brim with longing, not for the first time that evening.

“Thank you.”

“Ethan…”

It all felt familiar, the determination in his eyes, the certainty of his moves, the warmth of his touch. Without another moment of hesitation, he leaned down to make their lips meet, wrapping his arm around her securely. He couldn’t get her close enough, couldn’t hold her tight enough.

So many times, he imagined what it would be like to have her by his side again. So many sleepless nights he spent missing the heat of her body, the softness of her touch, the tenderness of her caress. Now that it was finally happening, he felt as though he was dreaming again.

He could feel the desperation in the way her lips moved against his, the fierceness and eagerness to bring him closer. It was everything he’d wanted to do, to have her close and keep her there. He wanted it to happen every day of those past months, every time she came near him, talked to him, argued with him. The fire was still there, simmering lowly, waiting for the circumstances to change so it could flare up again.

Their breathing got irregular, both of them trying to catch as much oxygen as they could. The intensity of the kiss was rising fast, threatening to destroy the scale. Every cell in his body was calling for her, to hold her, to have her, to bring her back home with him. She held him tighter, their lips coming together fast and hard, desperately trying to prolong the moment. His fingers grabbed the material of her dress that covered her back, willing to do whatever it took to hold onto her.

At long last, she pulled away from him, forcing herself to not dive right back into him. Their eyes met, longing in them clear as day. They still held each other close, unable to put even an inch of space between them.

“Ethan… what does this mean?” she muttered, her voice small and insecure. He felt a pang in his chest when he realized what she was expecting him to say.

“I don’t know.”

Ethan pulled her right back in, the kiss having an entirely different tone. Slow, soft and tender, filled to the brim with emotions he was beginning to understand and come to terms with. She kissed him back, her hands caressing the sides of his face.

“We’ll talk about it later.”

They were breathing the same air, electricity cracking all around them. The invisible force slammed them back together, his hands moving lower to grip her hips. She leaned backwards, kissing him hungrily, like she was never going to get enough of him.

Ethan’s lips left hers, moving along the line of her jaw, descending down her neck. The sound she made bordered on obscene, definitely not suited for the situation they were in currently, but he couldn’t care less. It did things to him, things he could definitely name, things he definitely wanted to explore with her, over and over again. But it wasn’t the time and place for it.

“Do you think-“ he leaned back for just a fraction of a second, but it was enough for her to reach for the door handle, pushing him back inside.

The corridor was dark and she slammed them against the wall, hiding them from the view. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled tightly, a low groan ringing in the empty space around them. The thought of letting her go seemed impossible, and he had no idea how they were going to say goodnight.

Kissing her was intoxicating him, making him feel lightheaded. His hands wandered on her body, touching every part he could reach. With just the tips of his fingers, he brushed the skin of her legs beneath the hem of the dress she was wearing. A heavy sigh slipped out of her mouth, sending a shiver down his back.

Ethan’s touch got more insistent, now gripping the soft skin of her thigh, pulling her leg up and around his hip, growling at the contact. Claire’s smirk was concealed by the darkness they were drowning in, but they knew each other well enough for him to know she was smug. Pressing against her, he elicited a desperate sound of her own, grinning against her.

He trailed off from her lips yet again, sucking on the skin of her collarbone gently, then leaned back and rested his forehead against hers. Their breaths were elevated, shoulders moving up and down rapidly. Any more teasing, and he would have to take her against the wall, which he didn’t want for multiple reasons, the main one being that he wanted to take his time. He waited so long to have her by his side again, he can wait one day more.

“Let’s get you that car.” He whispered and was met with a slight nod from her, the same thought process happening in her mind at the same time.

They waited for her ride to arrive, holding each other close and kissing each other from time to time. When time came for her to leave, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into her one last time, kissing him like there was nothing else in the world.

“Goodnight, Ethan.” She whispered, then got into the car. Once seated inside, she looked back at him, his eyes staring at her with longing. He followed the car with his gaze until it disappeared from his view.

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“You were gone for a long time.” Alan greeted him, leaning back on the couch with a knowing smile. Ethan stopped dead in his tracks, then scoffed and went to the kitchen to check on the chicken.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He tried deflecting the obvious question, to no avail, for his father laughed loudly.

“Ethan, you’re grinning like child that got candy. Can you honestly look me in the eye and say that it has nothing to do with her? Or something that happened while you two were gone?” a suggestive undertone in Alan’s voice made Ethan blush. He really was that obvious, so evidently taken with her that even his own father noticed.

“I- that’s not what we were supposed to be talking about.” He walked back to the couch, and his dad laughed a bit more.

“And you’re blushing! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this flustered. Makes me regret that I came here and interrupted your evening together.”

“Don’t. Claire is right, I do need to talk to you. It’s weighing on me, ignoring you like that. I want us to talk and resolve it.” Ethan sighed, running his fingers through his hair. His relationship with Alan was never stellar, but they made it work as best as they could. With his mother back, the pain he felt since he was a child came back to the surface, widening the chasm between the two men more and more with each day that passed.

“She’s got a good influence on you. Promise me that you will talk to her when we’re done here.”

“I promise.” He nodded, his eyes shifting to his phone, left on the table. His fingers twitched in a gesture to reach for it, but he caught himself just in time to stop himself.

“Text her. Now.” Alan advised, knowing that his son would not act on his feelings if he didn’t encourage him, one way or another.

“She isn’t even home yet, and even if she was, she won’t have time to respond right away.”

“Then ask her to call you when she does. Come on, you’re one second away from bursting.” He said with a clear indication that there was no point in Ethan denying or arguing the point his dad was making. Letting out an annoyed huff, he produced a short message carefully.

“There. Happy now?”

“You’ll thank me later-“ the ping of an incoming message interrupted his smug remark, both men looking on the phone, then at each other. Ethan, almost like he could read his father’s mind, snatched the phone before he could reach for it, causing the older man to laugh.

He could lie to himself all he wanted, but there was no lying to Alan. Ethan’s face lit up as soon as he read Claire’s message, and it was at that moment when he was finally hit with the reality.

“… oh god.” He muttered, leaning forward heavily. Turning to his dad, he tried to form a coherent sentence, but found it impossible. Alan put his hand on his son’s shoulder, offering a smile.

“Congratulations, son. You just realized what everyone else already knew. Including Claire herself.”

For the next two hours, they walked through all the issues Ethan had developed over the years. There was no way they could resolve it all in one night, but it was a good start. By the end of the evening, they had a solid foundation for their road to forgiveness.

Just as they stood up to end their night, Ethan’s phone started ringing. He jumped slightly in his seat, and then started breathing a bit heavier when he saw who was calling. Alan’s grip on his shoulder tightened briefly before started walking towards the guest room he usually occupied when he was visiting.

“Tell her, Ethan. You already know how you feel, it’s time to let her know too.”

“Thank you, Dad.” Ethan walked over to him, hesitating for just a second, before he hugged him tightly. Alan was stunned for a while, and then embraced his son, thanking silently for the universe placing Claire and Ethan on each other’s paths.

[isabeladraws]

harrington fam doodles 🌿🌟🌻 big headcanon dump below | ko-fi

jett phoenix harrington, air & metal att

thief player and very good at it (becomes captain eventually)

not so academic but get's good enough grades (beckett still pushes him a lot)

 loves to travel (one year he suddenly hates it)

 him and selene are T R O U B L E M A K E R S

 mischevious and playful

 knows the deans office like the palm of his hand

 popular at school

 takes every opportunity to show off like his mom

 sunday's clumsy twin

 cry baby

 runs hot and biggest cuddler

 loves animals. he would always bring an injured animal home to nurse them back to health

 sporty and energetic, can't sit still for very long

 kind and open minded

 has sunday’s chaoticness with none of becketts caution lol

 wears his heart on his sleave

 beckett was the only one that could calm him as a baby

he starts to thrive academically at penderghast after picking his major (there was a lot of comotion surrounding this because beckett wanted him to choose the right path and be involved but the friction in their relationship made it seem beckett was disappointed and frustrated with jett instead)

selene maeve harrington, air & wood att

daddy's girl tm

can do no wrong in becketts eyes

very good at school with not much effort

teachers love her. sunday taught her all the tricks

 her favorite subject is natural studies, anything with herbology and potions

butterflies are her motif

 veeeery michisvious and is never caught. atlas taught her a few tricks to get past professors/beckett (she cant fool sunday though)

 appears to be unapproachable but is very loving

 atlas is her favorite person

 loves to garden & animals (bugs especially)

 bff with shreya's daughter (shreya and atlas may or may not be married in my headcanon)

she likes to travel and meet new people/species

 keeps a journal that is spelled to leave you smelling like farts for 48h if you (jett) try to read it

 has sunday's chaoticness with becketts caution/awareness

 morning person, loves to watch the sunrise

 loveees to dance and beckett is more than eager to be her teacher and dance partner

 has beckett's snobby/expensive taste

 pro at skiing

 she hates how often dad pulls out his philosophy major card to scold them for using their powers on each other (they all do tbh)

 she names her plants

very curious bub

marlow archie harrington, water & metal att

the baby tm

a bit of a wallflower compared to his siblings

beckett sees a lot of himself in marlow

loovees water related books

enjoys being near the water a lot

has very specific interests, like we'll just spit out random facts at the dinner table and beck and sunday look at each other like ?? 

he takes long ass baths (very particular with his bath bombs too)

he can be a bit blunt and rude if he's flustered and with strangers

atlas taught him how to breathe underwater and he spends a lot of time exploring

the merpeople love him, he brings them snacks

mister know it all, the smarty pants

beckett doesn't seem to be as hard on him as he is with jett

lowkey hates to travel

he enjoys routine and being in familiar places

observant and forgetful

big video game fan

he's better at metal than jett but jett has a better grasp of other attunements than he does 

loves to sleep with his parents and it was a habit hard to kill

asked for a fish tank for xmas but felt bad for the fish so he released them in the middle of the night

he's the one that figures out the triplets together can make sun magick

sunday & beckett's grocery shopping buddy

loves to cook

vegetarian

he doesn’t have freckles like his siblings, just a bunch of moles

sunday & beckett as parents 

not sure what their jobs would be (i would love to hear your thoughts on magickal jobs?) beckett maybe would have a job that he could do anywhere since his major is magick philosophy? sunday i think could go on to do thief professionally for a while but quits after getting pregnant. i don't think she'd want to go back afterwards. i wish we had more info what could be done post uni or an idea of the majors we could take. i could see both of them teaching later in life though. 

in my mind, they travel aaaaa lottt. like maybe twice a year would be least they travel. sunday wants to see the attunned world and beckett is more than happy to give her that. they both love exploring and gives them opportunity to be espontaneous and nerdy at the same time. beckett loves teaching sunday about things he always knew growing up but she's only now discovering. it started when sunday was asked to join a pro thief team and beckett was studying away for his masters. they'd take mini trips almost every 2 months to escape their lives and have these unforgetable memories. they got the bug and never stopped since. 

sunday after getting pregnant - which i think they were parents quite young at 25 - she wants to stay with her kids, beckett too, and they both find this need to be home all the time. they want to be there 24/7 and not leave the kids with nannies or babysitters. do not get me wrong, they ask the pend pals and the family to watch them frequently for sanity and date nights. beckett officially went back to work after 1 year of staying home, he started working properly after 8 months of the triplets being born though. sunday didn't mind being at home with them. she found motherhood to be the greatest code she could ever crack. 

around 6 months of the babies being born, beckett and sunday tried to travel for a few days to a nearby lake town. there, they discovered marlow's affinity to water. they had a hunch, the kid loved bath time but being in untamed water sparked something in him. after that, they decided to keep travelling, to take their kids exploring. they went on a trip almost every 2 months after that. beckett went back to work and it was time to adjust a little and slow down.

sunday became an avid photographer. they had filled out 3 albums in a year. "they grow so fast!!" she would say when beckett made fun of her after pulling out the camera.

as you can tell, they travel a lot. after the kids get a big bigger, they try to stay places a bit longer, so they can really explore. they do settle when the kids reach school-age, but keep travelling during weekends, school breaks, etc. i think they'd make big moves every 3 years, until officially settling in in their forever home, before the kids join penderghast. (this could change, depending on their jobs. but yeah u get the gist)

sunday cant cook for shit when she becomes a mom. beckett is much better at that. she becomes better bc she cant lose to her husband, of course. the kids will say they prefer her food now over his.

WHEN DO THEY GET MARRIED? who knows folks jdsngk (secretly eloping after graduating penderghast?)

surprisingly, sunday is the one with an iron fist. she sets rules like cleaning up, curfew, no using their powers to hit or fight each other, etc and she’s the one the kids don't want to defy the most. beckett gets annoyed easily but settles down fast and lets them go do everything in the end. sunday doesn't disapprove of them exploring and doing kid stuff but she has a bit of fear given what atlas has been through.

sunday is the ultimate soccer mom. the kid's biggest cheerleader

beckett teaches the kids yoga super early, marlow and selene find it very relaxing

beckett makes the triplets wear penderghast's uniform

sunday packs them regular clothes so they can wear wtv they want when they aren’t visiting (beckett made a surprise visit once so now they have a backup uniform in their bags at all times)

every sunday of the month is tuneless food day. (get it) they usually also make trips to tuneless cities during weekends to get even more in the mood.

sunday and beckett collect postcards from wherever they go. they have a big wall full of mementos and family photos.

(i haven't decided on familiars for the kids and i kinda want a new type for selene *coughs* butterfly *coughs*)

sunday starts some homeschooling with the kids. being attuned to every element has its perks and she enjoys teaching them spells. they’re quite advanced for kids their age, magick wise

[draculaurennn]

PRERELATIONSHIP -Liona General – Cullida Love – McJunk Domestic Life - Fuujiro

S— SHIP QUESTIONS @silverblighted

PRE-RELATIONSHIP — Liona .

How did they first meet? Siona was locked in a crumbling temple under the deserts sands and best girl Nova found her! And then Link and Gan cornered them like 10 minutes after they escaped.

What was their first impression of each other? For like 5 min Link thought she was actually tricking them that she wasn’t an evil mage, and then she passed out, and he was like “ok maybe not.” Siona’s first impression was like 2 hours later when she woke back up and she thought he was really nice!

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Link’s fam really did not! But Siona’s only family is Nova and she did. 

Who felt romantic feelings first? Uhhhh... I think technically Siona did, but only because she thought meeting a prince like that is really romantic and was probably just projecting that ideal on him a little bit. But either way they’re both idiots smitten within 24 hours so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Siona does, a few times. She does because she has to go home, she does because she thinks she has to return to the Twilight Realm alone, and she does because she doesn’t think the way her story is playing out that she’ll be allowed to stay with Link. I think Link probably did for like one week and then decided it’s not worth it to try resisting people you care deeply about. 

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? asdfghjhgfd this one’s so hard UHHHHHH i think Link would think that’s pretty fuckin swell and makes sense if it goes hand in hand with finding a lost princess in the desert, and i think Siona would say that’s not a thing but she’d be super jazzed bc she’s an idiot romantic too. 

GENERAL — Cullida .

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? It’d ultimately be left up to Cullen, I think. I think Cressida wouldn’t have been afraid to tell him she was waiting on him to tell her when he was ready, but I don’t think she would have ever pushed it after that. So it was probably Cullen, and it was probably right after her dumb ass almost died after Haven. Went great, though, even if she was groggy and turned around. Cressida would have probably told him it was about time LOL

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? As official as you can get when you’re in the Inquisition, I guess. I don’t even know if they count things as dates? Just nice outings with each other away from their jobs and duties. More than likely it was a nice trip to a lake to sit and chat and have a picnic and not worry about busy places and other people. 

What was their first kiss like? Their technical first kiss is in the alternate reality nightmare with Dorian, and Cressida tried kissing a red lyrium-corrupted Cullen to get through to him. For her, that was a first, but it was awful, and not even in their reality, so it doesnt really count. Their actual first kiss was in Haven right before she ran off to help Vesta, bc I think they were both pretty sure they were just doing to die there LOL. 

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Cressida is Cullen’s first-pretty-much-everything. I guess technically Cullen is Cressida’s first (and only) husband, which she’s pretty glad about. 

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Cullen’s about a foot taller than Cressida, and nine years her senior. 

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Cressida’s family is... almost totally horrible. Her dad is dead, so no relation for Cullen there, and her mother is a monster of a woman who abused the hell out of her sister. Vesta is awkward with Cullen but I think she’s grown to like him over time. (Not enough to tell him, but enough to be supportive I think LOL). They’re cordial enough and can be in a room alone, even if they don’t talk a lot.  Cullen’s family is so many sisters and a brother, and they all love Cressida. Cressida was panicked to meet them; she doesn’t panic meeting anyone, but she was really worried they wouldn’t like her bc she doesn’t think she, as a genuine person, is a likable person. She was also worried they’d think she was too pompous and shallow because she just doesn’t do field work. But they really like her bc she’s earnest and forthright and tries, even if she’s awful at menial field tasks. And they joke she’s too pretty for Cullen, so that’s always a plus. 

Who takes the lead in social situations? Cressida. Hands down. It’s what she’s good at, it’s what she lives for, and it probably annoys some people that she has to open her mouth, but she commands a situation very well and in her mind, that’s how it should be. Cullen’s p fine w that though bc he doesn’t love social situations and he’d rather do his own job and be left alone.

Who gets jealous easier? Uhhh, probably Cullen. Cress doesn’t make that easy for him bc she’s flirty and commanding and winds people around her fingers to get her way. I think there’s been a few times early on where he wasn’t even sure she genuinely liked him or not bc she can pay fake attention and admiration so convincingly even to people she doesn’t like. Cressida’s also... like, so obnoxiously confident in her own outward personality but also so incredibly convinced by how much Cullen loves her (once she knows) that I don’t think she ever worries about him vying after someone else. (Although, she did get pretty upset and tilted with the Warden Surana hanging around since she knows about that LMAO.) 

LOVE — McJunk .

Who said “I love you” first? Jesse. He said it a few times. Jun-ki’s kinda mean, though; I’m pretty sure she told him no he doesn’t a few times? Idk, he’s too nice for this bitch.

What are their primary love languages? Jesse’s is pet names and touch both. He’s not really shy so he can express it in a lot of ways. Jun’s is small gestures, like sitting with someone while they’re struggling. I guess her other one is also literally fighting people for him even tho he definitely probably did not ask LOL. 

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? All the time. All the fucking time. Their coworkers hate them. Think April and Andy, and then multiply. (And Jun literally would spit her gum in this man’s mouth just to annoy other people.) 

What are their favorite things to do together? They do... so much together uhhhh sdfghj idk, I know Jun likes doing most things with Jesse around now. Movie nights, pizza dates, annoying PDA, drinking games, weird places to fuck... they’re a little inseparable. I think the only thing Jun doesn’t like to do with Jesse around is upgrade sessions with Angela because she doesn’t want to be seen all broken up, and training segments because she doesn’t want to be responsible for him getting hurt. 

Who’s better at comforting the other? Jesse. Jun’s never been good at it. He says what he thinks she needs to hear without impressing on her a bunch of psychology she never said she had. He’s just good at offering her something to relate to and a shoulder to lean on. Jun’s not very good with words, though, so she’s not very good at or sure how to offer comfort when someone needs it, especially Jesse. But she just says she’ll hang around and if they fight about it she just says to shut up and deal with it. He’s usually better once he vents.

Who’s more protective? BIG DEBATABLE. I think it’s pretty... even. I think either of them will fight as hard as they can for the other, though I think Jun may be the only one more likely to throw herself into actual harm’s way, and that’s just because she’s definitely the more reckless of the two. 

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Jesse’s a more verbal person but I think physical affection and affirmation is where they’ve connected. No one has to say anything, he just does, but it’s just the cherry to the rest of it and physical communication and affection is more than enough for both of them. 

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? THERE”S A WHOLE BUNCH ON THE SPOTIFY LET ME TELL UUUUU BUT THE BEST ARE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD “Something About Us” by Daft Punk “Amphetamine” by MNQN and also I could add matchbox 20 but i’m not tryna get roasted

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? Yikes. Uhhhhh, Jesse’s partial to: darlin’, sweetie, sweet pea, sweet bean, juniper berry, junnie b jones, jun-bug, and the list goes onnn.  Jun’s partial to cowboy and (affectionately) dumbass. 

DOMESTIC LIFE — Fuujiro .

If they get married, who proposes? Probably Shinjiro, and it was probably something stupid and weird at the grocery store. 

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? Small, probably at a park or something, but all of their friends. They don’t have a lot, but that’s what makes it nice. I think they’d be more interested in spending money on travelling afterwards than trying to make a big deal out of a celebration.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? I don’t think they have any kids. I don’t think Fuu has any interest in bringing a kid into the world bc of the shit she’s gone through on her end; there’s no innate part of her that thinks she needs to have a kid to raise them better just to make up for how alone and neglected she was as a child. If they wound up with any kids, it’d probably be some circumstantial adoption of a wayward orphan they kept coming, honestly? A mentorship or personal attachment just kind of developing, really. Like Denzel LMAO. That’s the only thing I could see happening really asdfgh.

Do they have any pets? THEY HAVE KOROMARU. Otherwise, I think they just put food and shelter boxes out for their neighbourhood cats. Shinjiro probably lets them in a lot. 

Who’s the stricter parent? Shinjiro, hands down. He was the stricter parent when he was a teenager. Fuu is/ would be the parent who is also being scolded.

Who kills the bugs in the house? Shinjiro kills them and Fuu takes them outside. Shinjiro just doesn’t think bugs belong in the house, and Fuu thinks killing them is bad luck. If he kills them before she gets to take them outside, they probably “fight” about it, but it’s not a divisive convo that’ll sour the day.  

How do they celebrate holidays? Shinjiro’s not really a holiday person and Fuu’s really busy, but I know she thinks they’re worth doing. So everything’s probably pretty quiet and half-decourated for. Holidays with events to go to that they don’t have to prepare for, like festivals, Fuu definitely nags to attend. Things like Christmas, I think they just plan on nice dinners and quiet evenings. 

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Ooh, uhhhhh asdfg that’s hard. Probably Shinjiro? I don’t think he tries often, but he is the one more likely to sleep late. I guess it’d be circumstantial, in a lot of ways. Like if he wasn’t sleeping a lot lately, Fuu would sleep late to try and keep him around. If Fuu’s overworking, Shinjiro would try to bait her back. But otherwise, it’s probably Shinjiro, since she’s usually up early because she wants to run early.

Who’s the better cook? Shinjiro, hands down. Fuu’s okay at it; if she has to make dinner, she’s happy to do it and it’d be fine food, it just wouldn’t be anything exciting or special. She understands basic seasoning laws and how to use a rice cooker. Shinjiro’s the one who’s anal-retentive about produce quality, technique, prepwork, etc. He’s the one who literally watches home cooking network and considers buying a separate pasta cooker, after all. It’s one of the few things he’s really passionate about, and he’s always emphasized how important a good meal and diet are to health with the idiots he hangs around. 

[alpxcamin]

Flirt

Requested?: Yeet

Words: 4.6k

Group: Nine Percent

Member(s): Yanjun (feat. Banana fam)

A/N: Lol I got a little carried away tbh, but this one was a fun one to write! Also wow, what an original title yup totally...but I hope ya’ll enjoy it~

You sigh, shuffling into the classroom. You silently take your seat next to your best friend Yanjun. Right after you sit down, Yanjun loops his arm around you, resting it on the back of your seat.

“Good morning,” Yanjun gives you his classic dimple-revealing smirk.

“Morning,” you grumble.

“You gotta stop being so grumpy, babe. I’m right here,” Yanjun winks.

You snort and roll your eyes. The two of you have been best friends since forever and over time, you’ve gotten used to his flirtatious behavior. To say that Yanjun is a natural flirt is an understatement. You’ve seen him unintentionally flirt with his salad and pillow. In fact, you have video proof.

“You know mornings aren’t my thing,” you groan, taking your notebook and pencil case out of your backpack.

“Cheer up, I got you a cup of coffee on the way here,” Yanjun smiles before setting a cup of your favorite coffee in front of you.

“Thanks, you always know how to cheer me up,” you wipe away a fake tear, picking up the cup for a sip.

“No problem, babe,” Yanjun chuckles.

“Alright, shut up kids. Class is going to start now,” your professor walks in, announcing to the class.

You giggle slightly at Yanjun when he rolls his eyes before turning to the professor. You scrawl down notes as your professor drones on and on. You feel a pair of eyes watching you and you momentarily pause your writing to look over at Yanjun. He quickly turns away, pretending to write when you look over.

“Hey, your notebook is blank. You got questions? Is that why you were staring at me?” you whisper.

“Uh...yeah?” Yanjun whispers back, sounding a little uncertain.

“Don’t worry, I’ll lend you my notes after class...again,” you let out a small giggle.

“Thanks, babe,” Yanjun ruffles your hair.

—-

Finally, after a whole day of lectures, you quickly buy some food before rushing off to the studio as usual. Yanjun and both of your guys’ friends are usually at the studio practicing after school.

You unwrap a cookie and silently munch on it as you make your way to their usual practice room. Before you can even open the door, the door is shoved right open for you. You jump back a little as Zhangjing practically attacks you.

“Y/n!!! Hey, you have cookies!” Zhangjing loudly greets you.

“Yeah. Here, take this bag,” you hand Zhangjing the bag of cookies, chuckling at his behavior.

“Thanks! You’re the best!” Zhangjing squeals and runs off.

You roll your eyes before entering the room where Hongling and Dinghao greet you with a hug. Chaoze waves over at you while trying to take the bag of cookies away from Zhangjing. You giggle at the sight, but your eyes scan the room for your best friend.

“Oh, where’s Yanjun?” you ask when you don’t see him.

“He went to the bathroom. He’ll be right back, but should we start our dance first?” Chaoze asks as you set your things down.

“Oh, of course!” you nod, tying your hair up.

You and Chaoze share the same dance class and luckily the two of you are close friends since there are many partner dance projects and such. The two of you always pair up. Both of you are also the best dancers of the class so the teacher usually doesn’t mind the fact that the two of you pair up so often.

As the two of you are in the middle of your dance, you see the door open and Yanjun walks in. You yell out a quick “hello” to Yanjun as Chaoze dips you.

Yanjun gives a quick nod and goes on to try to steal a cookie from Zhangjing. As you and Chaoze progress in the dance, you feel Yanjun’s gaze getting more and more intense. He usually watches you dance so it was nothing new, but this time, you feel as if he is drilling holes into you.

Both you and Chaoze had come up with a quick routine while in class for the new project. Your teacher had chosen songs for each group and you had ended up with a very sensual song. Luckily, you and Chaoze are close enough to avoid the awkwardness. In fact, the two of you had a laughing fit when you had drawn the song.

Finally, the song finishes and Chaoze pulls you in close, his hand supporting your waist while you stare up at him, arms wrapped around him as well. You feel his breath on your face and you can’t help but grin a little. The two of you stay in the position for a while, panting slightly from the intensive routine before breaking out into giggles.

“I think that’s good. That’s the feeling,” Chaoze nods as he pulls away.

“I agree. We just need to clean up a few moves,” you hold your hand up for a high-five.

Before Chaoze can return your high-five, you feel arms wrap around you, picking you up. You let out a small squeal before slapping Yanjun after he set you back down. He lets out a laugh and ruffles your hair.

“Hey, that was amazing...as usual,” Yanjun pats you lightly on the head.

“Give me some credit! I came up with it too,” Chaoze pouts.

“Haha, I guess I’m just cooler than you,” you laugh, nudging Chaoze lightly.

“Wow, I’m never pairing up with you again,” Chaoze feigns offense.

“Sure, I’ll just go find Zhengting or Zeren. They’re much better dancers,” you jokingly stick your tongue out.

“Oof, roasted. Need some ice for that burn, Chaoze?” Yanjun cackles from behind.

“Ahh! You guys are so mean!” Chaoze screeches, running off.

“Sorry, buddy!” you giggle, shouting after him.

You watch as Chaoze pouts in the corner. You laugh at the sight before deciding to take a short break. You turn around to face Yanjun who is still laughing at Chaoze.

“Need anything?” you ask.

“Your notes, please,” Yanjun whines a little.

“Ah, right. What’re you gonna pay me with this time?” you playfully roll your eyes.

“Aren’t I enough for the payment?” Yanjun follows you as you make your way to your backpack.

“Only because you’re my best friend. If you said that to anyone else, you’ll get slapped for sure,” you snort, handing Yanjun your notebook.

“Um, a lot of people would fall for that,” Yanjun mumbles, flipping through your neat notebook, “not you though, apparently.”

“You’re so greasy! Get yourself together,” you laugh, slapping Yanjun lightly.

“Whatever, thanks for the notes,” Yanjun chuckles.

—-

“That was good practice today. See you in class tomorrow,” Chaoze waves as he heads out the door with the others.

“See ya!” you wave back, picking up your backpack.

You shuffle towards the door and wait for Yanjun who is still packing his things. The two of you always walk home together since you guys live in the same apartment complex, just different floors. Yanjun lives just two floors above you and you always wait for him to go to class together.

“Come on, I don’t have all night,” you pout.

“Coming, coming!” Yanjun laughs, zipping up his backpack.

You roll your eyes and open the door, slipping out of the room. Yanjun follows suit and the two of you make your way out of the studio. On the way back, you and Yanjun chat about your day and laugh at your friends.

“You know, I saw Ruotian raising his hand in class today and when the professor picked on him, he suddenly forgot his answer and just stood there in silence. It got so awkward, I couldn’t help but to laugh,” Yanjun chuckles at the memory.

“That’s such a Ruotian thing to do,” you giggle.

“I know right. He truly is in charge of being awkward,” Yanjun rolls his eyes playfully.

“Oh, today, Maotong was trying to eat in class, but he bit his tongue and let out the most high-pitched scream ever. Zhangjing would’ve been jealous,” you laugh, suddenly remembering just how loud he had really screamed.

“Wow, that must’ve been so embarrassing. Got caught red-handed,” Yanjun snorts.

“Ugh, why do we know them? Why are we friends with them?” you chuckle, pressing the up button on the elevator.

“Who knows,” Yanjun shrugs, “maybe it’s fate?”

“Well, fate sucks then,” you shake your head slightly, stepping into the elevator.

Yanjun shuffles behind you and you press the 2 button. Yanjun leans over and presses the 4 button. His breath tickles your neck and you flinch a little. You feel yourself blushing a little from the sudden closeness, feeling a little flustered.

“I could’ve pressed it for you,” you complain.

Yanjun simply chuckles and shrugs. The two of you stand silently as the elevator goes up. Finally, the door opens and you step out the elevator. You wave to Yanjun, mumbling a ‘goodbye’ before heading to your room.

You pat your pockets but didn’t find your keys. You then slip off your backpack to look for your keys, but you can’t seem to find them. You groan when you suddenly remember that you had given them to your best friend. She promised to come back earlier from the party she is at to give you your keys back, but she seems to have forgotten.

You try calling her, but she must have put her phone on silent. You feel tears prick your eyes and you sniffle a little, resting your head on the locked door. You quickly dial Yanjun’s number, trying hard not to cry. You know you are overreacting, but this is the first time something like this has ever happened to you and you began to panic a little.

“Hey, y/n?” Yanjun immediately picks up.

“Yanjun...c-can I stay over at your place tonight?” you sniff.

“Of course, you’re always welcome. What happened though?” Yanjun asks.

“I gave my keys to my friend. She promised to be back earlier, but I think she forgot. She’s not picking up either,” your voice begins to shake as you scurry back into the elevator, pressing the 4 button repeatedly.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, baby. I’m sure she’ll come tomorrow,” Yanjun comforts you over the phone.

“Sorry, I know I’m overreacting, but this has never happened before,” you sigh, wiping away a few tears.

“It’s okay. See you in a few minutes, okay?” Yanjun replies, his tone softening.

“Mhm, bye,” you mumble, hanging up.

As the door opens, you sniff and wipe away your remaining tears before making your way towards Yanjun’s room. You knock on his door, thankful that the two of you live so close. Yanjun immediately opens the door and invites you in with open arms. You give him a quick hug, thanking him again.

“Why don’t you go take a shower first? I have clean clothes in there, you can just wear them, okay?” Yanjun takes your jacket and ushers you into the bathroom.

You barely let out a ‘thank you’ before Yanjun shoves you into the room and close the door behind him. You chuckle a little before locking the door and taking off your clothes. You see a pair of his cozy sweatpants and a white t-shirt neatly folded and placed on a small stool Yanjun keeps in his bathroom.

You quickly strip your clothes off and turn on the water. You get into the shower and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of your water. Then, you remember that it was Yanjun who would be paying the water bills and you decide to hurry up a little.

You glance over at the shampoo bottle and quickly pump a few pumps into your hand before massaging it into your hair. You chuckle at the thought of smelling like Yanjun. His shampoo smells really different from yours. His smells a little minty while yours smell more fruity.

Humming quietly, you quickly finish up your shower and grab the extra towel Yanjun never uses. He always kept an extra just in case someone comes over. You pat yourself dry before stepping out. Luckily, you always keep a clean pair of underwear in your backpack so you slip it on before putting on Yanjun’s clothes.

You giggle at the sight of your own reflection. His shirt hangs loosely on you, close to slipping off. You had also tightened the strings on his pants so they wouldn’t fall off. You plug in his hairdryer and relax a little as you dry your hair.

Once your hair has gone from drenched to damp, you pick up your backpack and step out the bathroom. You step into the living room and leave your backpack by the table where Yanjun has left his. You look around for Yanjun and find him in the kitchen.

“Yanjun,” you call out softly.

“Oh, y/n, you’re done already? That was quick,” Yanjun turns around, scanning you up and down.

“You just take too long,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Ugh, whatever. Here, I made hot chocolate,” Yanjun shrugs, handing you a mug.

You let out a small ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You smile, swirling the warm, creamy drink in your mouth. You giggle when you see Yanjun’s specs have fogged up. He laughs a little before chugging some more of his own drink.

“I’m going to go shower now. We can study together after,” Yanjun places his cup in the sink, rinsing it.

“You’d better hurry then. I’m tired,” you pat Yanjun’s back as he makes his way out the kitchen.

“No promises!” you hear Yanjun yell as he disappears into the bathroom.

You chuckle and make your way to the table where you had left your backpack. You place the mug down and pull out your books, looking through the chapters. You hear the water running and take a few more sips of your warm drink.

Luckily, Yanjun is a little faster than usual. He comes out, ruffling his wet hair with a towel. He plops down on the couch next to you, tossing the towel to the side. The scent of his minty shampoo drifts to your nose.

“Hey, you came out a lot quicker today,” you tease.

“Yeah, because you asked me to,” Yanjun winks at you, pulling his own books out.

“Gross…” you snicker, “Let’s start.”

Yanjun nods in agreement and the two of you begin doing your own studying. You thankfully completed quite a few things without being interrupted. You’re really in the zone and suddenly feel your arm being poked. You jolt out of your thoughts and look over at Yanjun.

“Hey, how are you done so quickly? I’m still stuck on this one,” Yanjun grumbles, looking over at your paper.

“Which one? I can help,” you giggle, leaning over to look at his paper.

“Uh...that one, yeah,” Yanjun mumbles.

“Ah, that one took me a while too,” you nod as Yanjun pushes his glasses higher up on his face.

You scoot a little closer to Yanjun, your legs touching. You take your pencil and begin writing a few notes down on his paper. After you finish, you look up at Yanjun who has a strange expression on his face. You can’t tell what kind of expression it is.

“What?” you ask curiously.

“Nothing, I just never noticed that your hands are so small and cute,” Yanjun shrugs.

“What? Focus, Yanjun! I’m trying to explain the problem here,” you whine, blushing a little.

“Okay, okay. So how do you do it?” Yanjun laughs at your expression.

You grumble a little before turning back to explain the problem. Yanjun listens closely as you point to the note you have written down, nodding every here and there. After you finish, you look back up at Yanjun, an expectant expression on your face.

“Ah, I see. I got it now. Thanks, babe,” Yanjun grins, patting your head lightly.

You watch happily as Yanjun sets to work, scribbling down his own notes and answer. You quickly finish up your remaining work before dumping your books back into your backpack. You watch as Yanjun finishes his own work.

“Hey, you can take the bed,” Yanjun says as he slides his books into his own backpack.

“No, it’s okay. I can just sleep on the couch. It’s only one night anyway,” you shake your head.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch,” Yanjun looks over at you, a stern expression on his face.

“Really, it’s okay,” you pout.

“Nope, you’re sleeping with me,” Yanjun smirks, picking you up.

You yelp as he slides his arm under your knees and back. You cling to him, in fear of falling off and Yanjun lets out a laugh. You slap his chest a few times, whining a little. Yanjun kicks open his bedroom door and drops you onto his bed.

You fall into his blankets and you roll around a bit before sitting back up. Yanjun slides into the space next to you, pulling the blankets so that it covered the both of you. He scoots a little closer to you and pulls out his phone.

“Scoot over, I’m almost falling off,” Yanjun tells you as he scrolls through his phone.

You let out a small huff before scooting over and pulling out your own phone. You scroll through Instagram for a bit before receiving a message from Chaoze. You quickly reply and start a conversation with him, discussing about how to refine your dance routine.

You chuckle as Chaoze tells you about a silly move he had randomly thought of. Then, he proceeds to send you a video of him doing it with Zhangjing who was dancing with no passion at all and a dead expression on his face. You squeal at the sight, doubling over from laughing so hard. You wipe a few tears away as the video comes to an end.

“What’re you looking at that’s got you so worked up?” Yanjun peeks over at your phone.

“Oh, Chaoze just texted me,” you let out between chuckles, “He said he wanted to add this move and sent me a video of him doing it with Zhangjing, but Zhangjing looks like he wants to die.”

“Really now? Let me see,” Yanjun plucks the phone out of your hand and clicks on the video.

You let out another burst of laughter as the video begins and Yanjun joins you. He throws his head back, cackling. You slap your leg a few times and the two of you begin to calm down a little as the video ends.

“Wow, that’s really stupid,” Yanjun snorts.

“I know, right? But it’s also so creative,” you giggle, “That’s what I really like about Chaoze.”

“Oh?” Yanjun sits up a little more, his expression becomes a little more serious.

“Yeah, I love dancing with him since he always comes up with such detailed and fun dances,” you nod, looking over.

“Hmm...that’s nice. Uh, I’m gonna sleep now,” Yanjun nods, sliding down into the blankets, turning away from you.

“O-oh...okay. Goodnight, Yanjun,” you whisper as Yanjun turns off the lights.

You sigh at Yanjun’s sudden change in demeanor and tuck yourself in, turning away from Yanjun as well. You cuddle into the blanket, curling up a little out of habit. Soon, you fall into peaceful sleep, forgetting about the way Yanjun had just acted.

—-

You wake up to the sound of alarms and you groan when you feel a heavy weight on you. Groaning a little, you try to shift into a more comfortable position, but it seems that you have been trapped. The arm on you pulls you closer and your eyes snap open. You gasp a little when you notice just how close you are to kissing Yanjun. Biting your lips a little, you try to pull away, but Yanjun’s grip on you just tightens. You sigh, patting his arm lightly.

“Yanjun, wake up. We have to get to class,” you whisper.

You feel him sigh, the warm air hitting your neck. Yanjun opens his eyes and bops his head lightly into yours. He gives you a small smirk before sitting up. You also sit up, brushing your hair with your hands.

“Good morning, babe,” Yanjun nods, stretching.

“Good morning,” you yawn.

“Sleep well?” Yanjun asks, running his hand through his hair.

“Your arm was heavy,” you pout, blushing a little after remembering how close the two of your faces were.

“Really? My arms are just solid muscle though, so that might explain why,” Yanjun laughs, flexing.

“Ugh, it’s too early for this. I’m going to go get ready before you hog the bathroom again,” you roll your eyes, crawling over Yanjun and off the bed.

“I don’t take that long in the morning,” Yanjun calls after you.

“Yes, you do!” you yell back, locking yourself in the bathroom.

You brush your teeth and quickly toss off Yanjun’s clothes before stepping into the shower. You quickly wash but keep your hair dry. You dry yourself with the towel you used yesterday and pulled on your clean underwear. As you reached for your clothes, you realize that you don’t have any clean clothes. Your clothes from yesterday had been drenched with sweat from dancing.

You wrap yourself in the towel and open the door cautiously, looking around for Yanjun. You shyly call out his name and he appears by the door in a second. He seems a little surprised that you’re only in a towel and you look down, feeling the heat rush to your face.

“Uh, I don’t have any clean clothes on me,” you mumble.

Yanjun doesn’t reply right away and you look up, confused. You notice that he seems a little shy and you softly call out his name again, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“O-oh. Right. Uh, I’ll get you some clothes. Just wait right here,” Yanjun looks around, a little flustered, before heading back into his bedroom.

He comes back after a while, handing you a pile of clothes. You take them thankfully, a blush clear on your face. You look down, nodding your head in thanks.

“Um, I found a pair of leggings you left here from last time. I don’t know why they’re here...and you can just wear that shirt. If you’re cold, I have a jacket,” Yanjun points to the pile of clothing.

“Okay, thanks,” you nod before slamming the door in Yanjun’s face.

---

After the slightly awkward incident, Yanjun seems to have recovered. He walks with you to your class as usual. The two of you are greeted by Chaoze, who has a suspicious look on his face. He sniffs the air a little bit before pointing at you.

“You smell like Yanjun,” Chaoze sniffs the air once again.

“Uh…” you aren’t quite sure where to begin.

“You’re also wearing his clothes! Ooh, what happened last night?” Chaoze wiggles his brows.

You contort your face, showing displeasure, but Yanjun just laughs and drapes an arm around you. Chaoze just stares at the two of you suspiciously when Yanjun informs him that nothing has happened.

“Okay, bye Yanjun! Don’t you have class?” you practically shriek as you shove Yanjun out the room.

“Wow, where’s my goodbye kiss, babe?” Yanjun teases.

“No! Bye!” you shut the classroom door.

“Don’t be so rude to your boyfriend,” Chaoze laughs, hitting your arm lightly a couple of times.

“Shut up, Chaoze! He’s not my boyfriend,” you pout, hitting him back.

“But you wish though,” Chaoze snorts.

You simply roll your eyes but don’t deny it. You’ve grown to like your best friend over the years, but you didn’t want to ruin what you have. You sigh, beginning to practice with Chaoze who continues to tease you throughout class.

Shaking your head, you immerse yourself in the music. You and Chaoze dance away, making adjustments here and there. Soon, class ends and Chaoze leaves first, saying that he has to find Zhangjing for something. You nod and head out the door. You spot Yanjun standing nearby and wave to him. He happily waves back and makes his way to your side.

“Hey, how was class?” he asks.

“It was alright. Chaoze and I still have some things to work out, but I think we’re basically done with the choreography,” you nod.

“Oh, sweet. You look really cute in my clothes, by the way,” Yanjun says, out of the blue.

“What? Thanks...I guess?” you look at him, feeling your face heat up.

“Maybe I should lend you my clothes more often,” Yanjun looks at you, chuckling at your expression.

“Ugh, why are you like this?” you groan, turning away.

“But you still love me,” Yanjun tosses his head back in laughter.

“Unfortunately I do,” you mumble.

Yanjun stops laughing immediately and you gasp. You were hoping that he hadn’t heard it, but he probably did. You gulp, feeling the blood rush up to your face. You continue to look down as you walk, avoiding eye contact.

You hadn’t noticed that Yanjun had stopped walking until you feel his hand grab your wrist and spin you back around. He pulls you close and you gasp at the distance. It was just like this morning. You were surely close enough to kiss him.

“Do you really?” Yanjun asks quietly, pulling you to a quieter corner.

“Um...yeah?” you squeak, looking down, embarrassed.

You hear Yanjun chuckle and you bite your lips. You feel yourself tear up and you sniff a little. Suddenly, Yanjun pulls you into a warm hug and you gasp, breathing in his minty scent.

“Silly, I’ve been trying to flirt with you for the longest time. I was trying so hard to get you to like me back and I thought you liked Chaoze or something,” Yanjun chuckles, patting your head lightly.

“Really? You’re just so naturally flirty...I didn’t know,” you pout, hugging Yanjun back.

“Ugh, you’re so dense. I literally don’t flirt with anyone else. Chaoze and the others already know,” Yanjun sighs.

“I’m not dense! Just ask me to be your girlfriend already,” you whine.

“Okay, okay~ Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?” Yanjun asks, pulling away from the hug.

“Yes,” you groan, pulling Yanjun back into a hug.

“Love you, babe,” Yanjun laughs.

“You flirt,” you mumble into his chest, closing your eyes.

“But I’m your flirt,” Yanjun snorts.

You immediately pull away from the hug and smack his chest. You groan, shoving him away as he laughs at you.

“Yanjun!” you shriek.

“Alright, sorry, sorry!” Yanjun snickers, grabbing your hands.

“Ugh, it’s break, let’s go,” you pout, intertwining your fingers with Yanjun’s.

You hear Yanjun mumble an okay as the two of you strolled down the hall hand-in-hand. You look down, feeling the blush on your face and you smile a little. Little did you know, Yanjun also has a small smile and flushed cheeks.

~Admin Liz ♡

[opalai-pixel-witch]

It´s a me again! :D

 “Heya!! I’m so sorry it took me a while to get to this message, college and real life stuff has been kicking my ass ;;_;; I’m glad to hear that things are going well for you!!”

– I so sorry too! I have a lot of work and no time to answer you, I love talking with you about HH and MS but the life is heavy :,c

I was waiting they correctedmy proyect, and now I have to share them my progress :,D 👍

  “I mean…isn’t she? |D Jokes aside I agree with you, since the only talk of skating she’d done in the game was casually acknowledging the others’ obsession with it :P Still, I am super tempted to draw Pesto skating at some point >.>”

 –When you want, draw her, I’d love to see her

  “That reminds me of a weird headcannon I’ve been thinking about—I feel like with her being in charge of diseases and stuff, she has the power to remove an illness along with her ability to inflict it :o Maybe I’m just being dumb, but I thought it’d be cool…and yeah, I can totally picture that |D”

 – Maybe Pesto has that ability, although I can’t think of what she would use it for, unless she use it like a threat, like one of the paranormal investigators captures her friends and she makes him sick so he liberate them and if not liberate them, he will suffer the disease and if he liberates them, he will recover.

I wonder if she can kill, I have this doubt from MS where Death can’t kill and says “he wasn’t due” after killing Samon Guy, but War was killing gangsters, although that can be justified with the fact they were in a shootout and so it was time for them to die. And in HH we have Fam killing little Ramsey, I can only justify that with:

♦ Fam is capable of breaking the rules in order to carry out Satan’s orders;

♦ Or if you find are in another hell, horsemen can kill you even if it isn’t your time;

♦ Or the only world matters to them is humans world and if they kill beings from other worlds, it doesn’t matter, because they run the humans hell (in HH they make it clear that there are different hells for different creatures)

  “I dunno if I’d label the horsemen as dead though, I think they’re just some weird immortal entities :P”

 – About “the horsemen are already dead”I took from Death’s twitter, I have several headcanons from there. There he makes jokes like he is living the best moment of his death, for example XD

https://twitter.com/Death_4_Lyfe

;)

  “If dA is becoming deserted now, that only means their Eclipse scheme has failed =A= I wonder how long they’ve been banging their heads against the wall in regret…”

 – Sometimes that I think that all of Eclipse thing was a conspiracy from how bad it turned out, the owner of DA changed a few years ago, I wouldn’t be surprised if the new owner is the competition or he wants to sell the domain to someone else.

They took all the good things out of the page like: the search for groups by name and the counter to know in how many groups you shared the drawings, I have to multiply 2 x n to know it and obviously that gives me lazy and boring; the images are so big, if I want to find a folder that is the latest, I have to minimize the page, in fact, I use minimized DA; the only good thing they had, to look which groups are full, they took it out with an update! >:( >:( >:(

And it has several bugs: the images are repeated and if you try to save several images in a folder, less than half will be saved and that will force you to repeat the same annoying process over and over; and I hate that, when I open a list, it closes by itself because it doesn’t have the mouse over it! I mean, the only way to see a list is to scroll down with the mouse, but what if it leaves the list? “Oh, what a shame”, repeated the proses

  “I’ve also been looking at comics on Webtoons lately, my favorite one there is probably Clinic of Horrors :o”

 – In Webtoon I have read “Love advice from the great duke of hell ”, “Meow man” and “As per usual”, my favorite is the 1st one :3

  “Your new drawings are (as always) sooo cool!!!! O.O War looks super badass, and the one with Death casually approaching Sam is funny |D I also love the comic with his dad and Cobbles, the “you will have to believe me” line made me lose it >o>”

 – Thanks! ^^ Your drawings are AWESOME too! :D ♥

I still have several ideas, but 1st I need free time to make them :,)

Some drawings here ;v :

https://sta.sh/22aj2xyaqwj3?edit=1

-Your ultimate drawing: “Cannibalism” X,D 

Love our boi! ♥

“I see o: I can definitely picture her as the weapons-handler of the group! Odd thing, though—I don’t think Milky actually had any weapons in the game…unless his pockets are somehow bottomless and he keeps them in there :P I can also see the motivation for them going after Salmon Guy—after all, he has encountered one of the horsemen firsthand! The best witness for them would be Sam with all his new info, but of course because he’s the ultimate rich kid it would be super difficult for them to get to him |D”

 – It wouldn’t be strange Milky has infinite pockets like the Mask XD

I thought of Bat-dug as a supplier of weapons and special equipment cuz, at the beginning of HH, she tells Milky that she and Red eye have weapons, which makes sense, yes you’re going after War you aren’t going to use your fists or a twig XD

She has infinite pockets, obviously ;)

  “Haha yeah, Pesto would have to go to that Valhyr site constantly to translate everything >u>”

 – Pesto: Bjorn, you think you are so funny, you little…

XD

————

Aaaahhh life can be dumb and bad, I know that all too well >A> It’s great to hear from you again!

I’ll be sure to do that when I have time ^_^

Yeah, maybe something like that o: I was thinking that we don’t really know if anyone else has the power to make people sick, so if some entity out there was like that they might do that and try to interfere with her work somehow and she’d just be all “no STOP that you idiot” and undo it or something :P It’s kinda hard for me to describe, but it’s something like that? Of course her job is the exact opposite of healing others so she probably wouldn’t use it all that often >_>

Yeah, those theories sound about right :o I think that all the horsemen are capable of killing (and also resurrecting as we’ve seen with Death and Pesto), but they’re only allowed to do it when the job requires them to and they risk being penalized somehow—usually with Hell Jail—if they do that of their own accord. I feel like it was a rather desperate situation in Hell when Odin went on his rampage, and Satan didn’t have enough time or patience to instruct Famine on how he could handle it. And so, Famine being his usual cringy and edgy self, took it to extremes and get Ramsey killed…so I think we can chalk that incident up to recklessness and a lack of preparation.

Oh yeah, I’ve looked through both his and Pesto’s accounts before but I guess I forgot about those :P There do seem to be some cases of early installment weirdness, though…like, apparently back in 2017 they were addressing Pesto with he/him pronouns??? I ain’t saying I got a new headcanon…but I do…maybe?

It seems that they tried to give it a smoother or cleaner look, but not only does it look totally boring—it’s also super inconvenient to use! Yaaaaay!! -______- Along with what you’ve mentioned, they’ve made browsing stuff super difficult. Why, oh why aren’t we allowed to search through categories anymore??? This is only making the creepier artworks harder to avoid ;;A;; Plus everything feels so slow and disorganized…dA has truly died by its own hand =A=

Hmmm, I may have to check those out! I would like to get in the habit of trying new things but my comfort zone is just so…comfy >o>

THE OTP IS BACK! ^o^ Protective War is so cool—and we all know Death would do the same for her >u> And that drawing of Death and Lil Foxbro is so adorable!! And it’s also super cool to see Sam, Bjørn and Cassiel hanging out together ^_^ My poor son though ;-;

I’m glad you liked the caption |D I was thinking about making it more dramatic, all like “OH NOOOO!!!! BJØRN IS A CANNIBAL!!!!” but I decided not to do that :P Nothing but love for the little pumpkin pie ^_^

You know, that first scene with him where he’s spying did make me wonder…he had his tracker-thing in one hand and a coffee in the other, and then he somehow takes his goggles off at the end?? Maybe he does have limitless pockets… (making secret plans to steal Milky’s coat later)

That makes sense to me :o But I wonder why Milky didn’t have a weapon—even if he’s going to Helheim, a presumably peaceful afterlife, these are still the horsemen he’s dealing with…there’s definitely some infinite pocket action going on >_>

Bjørn: Don’t hurt me, I am just baby c:

[arsxnalroyarchive-blog]

Roy Harper-Todd // Sunday Surprise

facts + info about the ONE, the ONLY roy harper-todd.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Roy William Harper-Todd

Nickname: Roy Boy

Reason for name: It happened in high school and Roy refers to himself as it sometimes and it caught on w/ a few people

Birthday: November 1st

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Place of birth: Window Rock, AZ

Places lived since: Star City, CA

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Roy Harper Sr. ( Park Ranger, deceased ). Mary Harper Cordelia Warren ( Double Agent, deceased ). Brave Bow ( Navajo Chief, deceased ). Oliver Queen ( Businessman. Green Arrow. Alive ).

Number of siblings: 2 ( Mia Dearden & Connor Hawke )

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): He was very close to his birth father until he died when Roy was five. Roy never knew his mother until she appeared months ago only to shoot him. He was also extremely close to Brave Bow up until his death 3 years ago. His relationship with the ‘Arrow Fam’ is extremely estranged but they’re working on it.

Happiest memory: Roy’s dad letting him wear his park ranger hat on ‘bring your child to work day’

Childhood trauma: His father dying while saving the Navajo tribe from a fire

Children of his/her own?: Not yet.

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: 

Age he/she gave birth/became a father:

PHYSICAL

Height: 5′11

Weight: 195 lbs.

Build: Extremely muscular, mostly in his arms because of archery

Nationality: American

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): none

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): He’s got pretty light skin, though there are several tan lines all over his body. A few freckles splattered on his face

Face shape: Oval 

Distinguishing facial features: strong jawline

Hair color: RED

Usual hair style: IMAGE. He typically prefers to grow it out super long up until Jason makes him cut it.

Eye color: Green

Glasses? Contacts?: neither

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Muscle tanks, jeans, & his blue hat for his casual wear. He’ll dress up for work at CBI and for formal events

Typical style of shoes: flip flops are always his go to

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Now it’s getting better. He used to have a shitty immune system while hooked on drugs but it seemed to work back up over the months.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): he doesn’t shower daily, but a couple times a week. doesn’t cut his hair until jason forces him. he does wear cologne. 

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: THESE are on both his arms. THIS is on his left rib with Jason’s initials signed under it. He also has JHT on his left wrist.

Accent?: American

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): He is always running a hand through his hair, regardless of when it’s short or long. It’s a nervous habit but he also just does it sometimes.

Athletic?: Extremely so. He goes to the gym at least four times a week.

INTELLECT

Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): Dropped out of high school during his senior year to become Speedy. Though he had great grades in all his classes.

Level of self esteem: Roy likes to think he’s confident, but he does get put into instances where he doesn’t feel like it. On average it’s about a 7/10.

Gifts/talents: AMAZING at archery-- like one of the best ok I can’t stress enough how good he is at what he does. Also A1 at cooking & fixing up houses. 

Shortcomings: the only movies he’s seen start to finish are the Indiana Jones movies & spin offs. Everything else he has fallen asleep during at some point.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): He mumbles a lot and sometimes talks fast-- seems almost jittery. 

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: right brain. he is definitely a visual person and uses non-verbal cues when figuring out how to comfort or approach someone. roy is all about body language.

Artistic?: he can barely draw a stick figure tbh

Mathematical?: sort of? he knows enough to make all his trick arrows and other inventions but he’s not going crazy.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: EMOTIONS. 

Neuroses: none

Life philosophy: “To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Religious stance: nothing was ever really pressed upon him. Though he does have a lot of knowledge on the Navajo religion & how they express it due to his time when he lived on the reservation.  

Cautious or daring?: Daring to himself, cautious for those he loves.

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: he’s really sensitive about Jason. like if anyone brings him up you can either make roy go so soft but if you threaten jason, you’ll see roy’s ugly side.

Optimist or pessimist?: Little bit of both. He can be either depending on the people he’s with. He can counter anyone’s pessimism with optimism and vice versa. 

Extrovert or introvert?: happily on the middle

Level of comfort with technology: i’m gonna say 9/10. considering if he can’t hack into a system he just hits it and somehow it works.

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: MARRIED AF

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Past relationships: He’s had plenty flings in high school--- he dated a blonde detective for three years up until about 10 months ago.

Primary reason for being broken up with: He’s only had one serious relationship before Jason and he was the one to break that off.

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Roy left for Bolivia for three months so he called things off with the girl.

Level of sexual experience: Uhm.... a lot. Every day. rip

Story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): He was probably 15 years old and took a girl to their sophomore homecoming dance and awe yeah cute nervous Roy.

Story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): Senior year. Back of the truck he STILL HAS TO THIS DAY.

A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Roy used to have a wide circle of friends. He still does but he doesn’t hang out with them too often. But if anyone ever needs a favor, Roy is there ASAP

Most comfortable around (person): Jason Peter Harper-Todd

Oldest friend: Dick Grayson

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: As some goofy, ex-junkie who doesn’t know shit about shit and that he’s only good at shooting arrows.

How do others actually perceive him/her?: That this babe is hot af & smart af. he’s so good w/ mechanics & most technology. expert marksman. NEVER MISSES. he’s so funny and loyal and a gr10 person to have on your side

VOCATION

Profession: Head of Youth Cases at CBI ( Central Bureau of Intelligence )

Past occupations: Oliver Queen’s side kick

Passions: Archery, fixing cars, singing, loving Jason

Attitude towards current job: it gets him money tbh that’s all he wants

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: Vasquez is literally always pregnant. Smith never shows up. Carter sweats too much. Gomez is alright. and Quinzel is pretty nice. His boss, Sarge Steel, has been flirting with him since he took over and Roy’s awkward af

Salary: $ 125,345 a year

SECRETS

Phobias:  MONOPHOBIA-  an acute fear of being alone and having to cope without a specific person, or perhaps any person, in close proximity. This 'closeness' might mean in the same house or flat or even in the same room.

Life goals: To have a happy family in a big house with a huge yard for everyone to play in.

Dreams: That he can be half as good a man and father as his dad was.

Greatest fears: Falling back into a spiral and resorting to drugs

Most ashamed of: His history of drug usage

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: He was testing a grapple hook arrow and fell flat on his face.

Obsessions: indiana jones & stir fry

Secret hobbies: he can sing karaoke real fckn good LOOK

Secret skills: singing tbh. also lowkey a tech nerd and can hack p well

Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): Dealing drugs, caught several times.. He’s gotten a lil too involved w/ foreign affairs but never caught.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: He wants to not have his boring desk job and really wants to go out as Arsenal again.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: Roy’s highkey full of himself so nothing oop

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily routine: Get up, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to work, go to the gym?, come home, cuddle w/ jay, eat dinner, more cuddles, bed time.

Night owl or early bird?: neither. roy thrives in the afternoon. he sleeps late & goes to bed early

Light or heavy sleeper?: HEAVY. he sleeps through anything & everything

Favorite food: Anything w/ eggs in spite of Jason

Least favorite food: broccoli. especially uncooked.

Favorite book: The Scott Pilgrim series

Least favorite book: he hasn’t read anything besides Scott Pilgrim so idek

Favorite movie: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Least favorite movie: he doesn’t rlly have one

Favorite song: El Scorcho- Weezer

Least favorite song: Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Coffee or tea?: ENERGY DRINKS

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: smooth

Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): 1963 red Chevy Stepside

Lefty or righty?: righty

Favorite color: RED

Cusser?: oh yeah

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: ex-smoker/drug user

Biggest regret: Not admitting his feelings sooner

Pets?: two pups; Scooby & Atticus

[undeademoprincess]

82 Truths

rules: once you’ve been tagged you’re supposed to write a post with eighty-two truths and then tag twenty-five people.

tagged by @hoseokjinns bruh this has been sitting in my drafts for how many eons????

name: Dawn blood type: b nickname(s): Celeste (cousins mainly) and then anything else is adding an e or i sound to the end of my name (tho i have noticed dawners is a frequent name) r/s: dead inside zodiac sign: libruh pronouns: she\her favorite tv shows: dude, i havent seen any tv shows since i was 8, that was well over a decade ago. i collect the dvd/blurays of tv shows but not often. my mother and i are really into futurama but other than that its usually animes that i collect long or short hair: literally lopped my hair off myself like 3 days ago height: 5′5″ do you have a crush on someone: if fictional characters count then yes, the husband list keeps growing and i need another closet to shove them in but real life im fighting a “battle” what do you like about yourself: i have yet to be called annoying or that im an ass to those i love and i support them with all i can, so ive got that going for me right or left handed: right, tho i am ambidextrous over weird ass shit. like gymnastics im left dominate in??? idfk either man list of three favourite colors: literally any color associated with fall/autumn and ill be a happy camper

right now: eating: just ate a cracker that had peanut butter on it cause im munchin hard drinking: sweet h2o man i’m about to: probably go to bed or i might work on my drafts for my writing blog, havent decided yet listening to: a mix about cats, love, breakfast and being tired by in love with a ghost (on youtube) kids: hell no, unless i know i can support the damn thing with all i can while living comfortably along with someone i KNOW wont leave both me and the kid and help me then maybe, but its still a really strong no. pets are fam tho, so technically i have like 5 kids already get married: down for that, annoying someone all the time as a “job” sounds fun, especially if we get late night adventures and do weird ass cooking class shit for fun. ITS IN THE CONTRACT YA KNOW career: i really want to travel the world and get paid to do so, but at my own pace

most recent: drink: water????? idk what you want from me man im a thirsty hoe for livin phone call: been on discord all day today with 2 of my best friends and listening to music with my bot the other half on it song you listened to: lauv reforget (literally just came on) 

have you ever: dated someone twice: no been cheated on: nope, and im not the type to let them get away with it if they ever did kissed someone and regretted it: no lost someone special: yes been depressed: yes, began at a very young age due to the death of my father. literally had a midlife crisis when i was 4 cause of his death been drunk and thrown up: hell no kissed a stranger: no had glasses or contacts: glasses had sex on the first date: no, not really my thing broken someone’s heart: i think so, never really ask how they felt about it afterwards turned someone down: yuuuup cried when someone died: yes fallen for a friend: mmmmm, not really??? i usually crush on an acquaintance and my friends drag them in and somehow become friends later??? 

in the last year have you: made a new friend: uuuuuh, maybe 3??? i dont like leaving my house nor do i like wasting my time on strangers, especially if theyre rude fallen out of love: yeah laughed until you cried: many times, MANY FUCKING TIMES met someone who changed you: uh, i think so??? idk, i kinda find my own flow in life and people either respect it and enjoy the ride with me or fight it, and i dont have the energy to deal with pointless shit found out who your true friends were: ooooh yeah found out someone was talking about you: humans talk, its natural. i dont really do anything but i can see why someone WOULD talk shit if thats what this is asking about kissed someone on your fb list: ew no

which is better: lips or eyes: eyes hugs or kisses: hugs, i like being warm shorter or taller: both have pros and cons romantic or spontaneous: both? both sensitive or loud: idk what the fuck this is asking about but if its about being around people who are loud or sensitive then neither, im sensitive to headaches so loud people irritate me and trigger the pain and ive had bad experiences in person with sensitive people where they dont leave me alone and wind up stalking me???? i love being alone so neither hookup or relationship: relationship troublemaker or hesitant: one can be kinda fun but also a pain in the ass if they get you into trouble a lot and the other might not be as constantly fun per say but at least you shouldnt be in trouble as often 

first: best friend: Samantha surgery: thankfully nothing yet sport i joined: badminton  vacation: everything my parents did was while i was literally an infant soooooo yeah, greaaaaat memories

do you believe in: yourself: not all the time, but i rely on myself more than anyone else. i dont trust anyone for shit when i know damn well i can do it myself and know that if something goes wrong i myself fucked it up and can probably fix my mistake miracles: yes and no, i believe theres a reason for things to happen the way they do, and there are times i see it as miracles love at first sight: i believe in attraction at first sight, not immediately seeing someone soul or some shit heaven: im more for reincarnation and spiritual aspects in life and death

extras: how many people from your fb list do you know irl: 90% of them do you have any pets: im not counting my outside pets because there are too many to even keep track of to count so my children are 5 cats, toto my conure, oz my dog, tubby my gecko, and a beta fish and a catfish do you want to change your name: if i ever did, which i dont want to do, it’d be either Celeste or Aurora (my mom actually debated on calling me aurora after like the disney princess if you will and funny enough shes always been my favorite princess) what did you do for your last birthday: 2 of my friends kidnapped me and took me to dinner and we drove around and looked at interesting things. this years its during ren faire and im so damn happy what time did you wake up today: 9 pm. im sick atm and its really fucking up my sleep schedule  what were you doing last night at midnight: just got out of a call with one of my best friends and sat on my own server for a bit chillin with my music bot before my other best friend joined my after like SIX HOURS, DAMN YOU SIMON something you can’t wait for: ren faire, getting married cause then i get to sweater slap someone and get away with it, and being comfortably happy in life last time you saw your mom: a few hours ago? i went to the kitchen to get my cat to love on her and saw her then what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i had more determination to see things through and not be scared to take the leaps to see it through have you ever talked to a person named tom: i worked in retail, so probably what’s getting on your nerves: a lot of things, mainly petty things. kinda wanna cut a toxic person out of my life but we all know thats easier said than done especially seeing how he talks to literally all of the people i talk with on a daily basis save one soul and he treated her like shit when he talked to her sooo yeah, dunno wtf is his problem but im tired of being the object of his frustration and anger, idk how the rest of my friends deal with his shit but im just so damn DONE

man im not taggin 25 people. if youd like to tag me as a “i found it from so and so” then go for it man, let youre dreams run free friend. im just a lazy sack of shit and am tired and im amazed im still up and that its TAKEN ME A MILLION DAMN YEARS TO DO THIS IM SO SORRY LEANNE

[vitanitf]

PHYSICAL !!

1. Describe the character’s height and build. Is she heavyset, thin, short, rangy? She’s thin, or I would put it as athletic. She’s 5′4, so she’s kind of small to be so intimidating. 2. How old is she? Eighteen. 3. Describe her posture. Does she carry herself well or does she slouch? She walks with her back straight and her head held high. 4. How is her health? Is she fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities? Hella fit. She works out a lot, so there’s no way you’re ever going to find her without a six pack. 5. How does she move? Is she clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid? Graceful. Easy. But sharp. Like she’s cutting through the air with every step she takes. 6. How attractive is this character physically? How does she perceive herself in the mirror? If Vitani needed to dress up to stun information out of someone, she would do it, but otherwise she doesn’t think about it. When she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t want to see beauty. She wants to see strength. 7. Describe her complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred? She is biracial but light-skinned. Her skin is very smooth, which must just be good genes considering she has never done a beauty ritual in her life. 8. Describe her hair: color, texture, style. Brown. At the moment my assumption is that it looks like this. It has been both shorter* and longer*, but she found long hair just got in the way. Naturally her hair is curly* but she often keeps it straight because it’s easier to manage. Another perk to having short hair. 9. What color are her eyes? Dark brown. 10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features? She has a mole by her nose and one on her neck that are often visible. Other than that I would say maybe the obsessive amount of dark eye makeup she wears. 11. What are her chief tension centers? Definitely her shoulders. 12. What is the character’s wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he/she have six of the same suit? Badass. Think biker girl outfits. Leather jackets, white tees, gray tank tops, ripped jeans, silver chokers, heavy black boots, fingerless leather gloves from time to time. Dark eyeliner. Blood red nails, occasionally lipstick to match. It’s intimidating. She’s not a colorful dresser. 13. Do her clothes fit well? Does she seem comfortable in them? She’s very comfortable in them. The way she dresses makes her feel powerful. 14. Does she dress the same on the job as she does in her free time? If not, what are the differences? She’s not going to dress for anyone but herself. Her outfits vary depending on the weather -- she isn’t about to wear a leather jacket when it’s eighty degrees out -- but otherwise, her style is consistent. 15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando? She’s definitely a boxers kind of girl.

SPEECH !!

1. What does this character’s voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse? She basically sounds like Ashley**. She has a very sweet, childish voice. Fairly hoarse. Anyone that overheard Vitani speaking might think she was innocent because of the way she sounds. They would be wrong. 2. How does she normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does she talk easily, or does she hesitate? She talks easily and evenly. She has no problem raising or lowering her volume if the situation calls for it. 3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics? She uses pet names to patronize quite a bit. Things like love, sweetie, princess, baby girl, honey, doll. She also swears at any given chance. 4. What language/s does she speak, and with how much fluency? Fluent English and only the little bit of Spanish she's learned in school. 5. Does she switch languages or dialects in certain situations? No. If she’s seriously pissed she might not speak as correctly, using “nothing” in place of of “anything” (ex: my parents aren’t afraid of nothin’) or throwing in an “ain’t” but otherwise she sounds about the same. 6. Is she a good impromptu speaker, or does she have to think about her words? Impromptu. 7. Is she eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change? Eloquent. Even when she’s angry, she is usually calm and collected.

MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL !!

1. How intelligent is this character? Is she book-smart or street-smart? Vitani is fairly smart when it comes to schoolwork, enough to pass all of her classes with better than decent grades, but she’s especially street-smart. She had to be. 2. Does she think on her feet, or does she need time to deliberate? On her feet. 3. Describe the character’s thought process. Is she more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical? I would say both. Her logic is clouded by hatred and pride but she is smart enough not to make spontaneous decisions that will come back to bite her... usually. 4. What kind of education has the character had? She is a high school senior. That’s it as of right now. 5. What are her areas of expertise? What, if anything, is she interested in learning more about? Hurting people. Weapons. I don’t know, man. She’d rather be out of school and working for a living. 6. Is she an introvert or an extrovert? More of an introvert, but she mostly just hates people. 7. Describe the character’s temperament. Is she even-tempered or does she have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven? Oh, she’s driven alright. It’s hard to call them mood swings because she’s always in the same hateful mood but Kiara can really push her buttons. She drives her one step closer to snapping. She’s angry so often that she’s a calm angry, but definitely too easily set off. 8. How does she respond to new people or situations? Is she suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic? Bored. Alert. She’s always surveying people. You never know what information you may need to use against them in the future. 9. Is she more likely to act, or to react? Act. Or react vengefully. 10. Which is her default: fight or flight? Fight with a capital F. 11. Describe the character’s sense of humor. Does she appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks? She's sadistic. Her humor is terrible. She laughs over people getting injured or creepy death jokes. I don't want to understand what goes on in her mind. 12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does she deal with them? Nope. 13. What moments in this character’s life have defined her as a person? Many of the most defining moments were seemingly unimportant ones with her mother. All of the things that she said, bad things about the Santucci family and comments about being a strong woman, they went straight to Vitani’s head. She bought into it all. Had she been raised by another person, she would have turned out to be vastly different. Kovu betraying the family was no doubt the most defining at all. That was the last thing to turn any little bit of warmth left in her eyes ice cold. Any chances of her redemption are long gone now, and she’s willing to put all of the blame on him no matter how unfair that may be. 14. What does she fear? I honestly don't believe Vitani knows fear. 15. What are her hopes or aspirations? To watch Kiara die. To be a respected and feared leader, to follow in the footsteps of her mother. 16. What is something she doesn’t want anyone to find out about her? That she’s human. That she does have feelings, deep down, way way deep down, underneath that stone exterior.

RELATIONSHIPS !!

1. Describe the character’s relationship with her parents. Her father was never in the picture. It’s only been her mother for as long as she can remember, and she knows she doesn’t love her. The feeling is mutual. She doesn’t need love. As a young child she was envious over the way that Kovu got all the credit, the way he was favored, but none of that matters anymore. She has proven her worth, and she will continue to prove her worth. She does want her mother to be proud of her and she’ll do whatever it takes. 2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like? Not good, pal. Not good. She used to be close to Kovu, but these days she’s out for his blood. And Nuka, well, he’s just right pitiful. She doesn't care to associate with him. 3. Are there other blood relatives to whom she is close? Are there ones she can’t stand? Every member of The Outsiders are family, related or not. That is where her loyalty lies. 4. Are there other, unrelated people whom she considers part of his family? What are her relationships with them? See above. 5. Who is/was the character’s best friend? How did they meet? At one point she would have considered Kovu her best friend. Now she has no one. 6. Does she have other close friends? Nah fam. 7. Does she make friends easily, or does she have trouble getting along with people? It may have something to do with the fact that she is likely to threaten to rip peoples heads off for minor inconveniences, but she is not so great at making friends. She doesn't want to anyway. 8. Which does she consider more important: family or friends? Family. 9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has she been married more than once? Single. 10. Is she currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse? She doesn’t even want one romantic relationship. You won’t find her juggling two. 11. Who was her first crush? Who is her latest? Some boy in middle school. She hasn't allowed herself to crush on anyone since. 12. What does she look for in a romantic partner? She doesn’t. 13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does she relate to them? If no, does she want any? No, and she doesn't particularly want any. In next gen verse she does have a son and she is a surprisingly good mother. Not great. But good. 14. Does she have any rivals or enemies? Ha. Haha. Hahaha. 15. What is the character’s sexual orientation? Where does she fall on the Kinsey scale? Bisexual. Probably a 3 or a 4. She finds more females physically attractive but there's plenty of male eye candy out there too. 16. How does she feel about sex? How important is it to her? She’s definitely more open to sex than relationships. She doesn’t see it as this deep meaningful thing. There’s no shame in some good, no strings attached sex once awhile. 17. What are her turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits? Her turn-ons are neck kissing, pain. She’s lowkey kinky. Whips, chains, handcuffs. You know. She marks people’s chests and backs with her nails. Those scratches won’t go away for awhile. Whoever she is with can also expect to leave with a few hickeys. Just don’t go spouting about feelings or she’s out of there.

BELIEFS !!

1. Do you know your character’s astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does she fit type? She’s a Leo. Ironic, right? Leos are known to be passionate leaders, stubborn, independent yet loyal, confident, brave and inflexible. But they are also said to be generous, lazy, cheerful, warmhearted and humorous with a taste for wealth. So it isn’t a perfect fit, but I’d say it’s as close as you’ll find for her. 2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in her life? She doesn’t give it much thought. It’s hard to believe that some man in the sky is up there loving and protecting everyone unconditionally. Not that it matters. Surely if there is an afterlife hers will be spent suffering. 3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it? She has very few morals. If it’s going to get her what she wants, she’ll do it. 4. How does she regard beliefs that differ from hers? Is she tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent? By scoffing and rolling her eyes. She isn’t going to go out of her way to knock someone’s religion or anything, but she doesn’t mind having an argument if it comes up. 5. What prejudices does she hold? Are they irrational or does she have a good reason for them? She’s prejudice towards the entire Santucci clan, but whether that is for good reason or not depends on who you ask.

DAILY LIFE !!

1. What is the character’s financial situation? Is she rich, poor, comfortable, in debt? She has never been very wealthy and it has never bothered her. 2. What is her social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected her? In school, she does not know nor care how people perceive her. She would like to be feared, but she’s got that covered. Back at home, with The Outsiders, she climbed the ranks and she plans on doing the same when she gets back. She has a craving for power. 3. Where does she live? House, apartment, trailer? Is her home her castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does she share it with others? She lived with her mother and brothers before her life got all shook up and she ended up at Walt Academy. It wasn’t anything fancy but it was home. She had no attachment to it just as she has no attachment to her dorm room, which has stayed as untouched and undecorated as possible on her side. She isn’t so fond of having a roommate. 4. Besides the basic necessities, what does she spend her money on? She doesn’t spend much money. Material things mean very little to her. 5. What does she do for a living? Is she good at it? Does she enjoy it, or would she rather be doing something else? At the moment she’s just a student. She would much rather be at home, running things with her mother. And she plans to be back there as soon as possible. 6. What are her interests or hobbies? How does she spend her free time? Playing with Kiara and Kovu voodoo dolls. No, in all seriousness, her spare time is spent plotting revenge and exercising/training. She has very little patience for the things that are entertainment for average people. 7. What are her eating habits? Does she skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods? She tries to eat somewhat healthy to stay in shape, but she isn’t picky. She eats what she gets. Seeing as she isn’t much of a cook, it’s usually fast food or instant meals. A lot of fruit and veggies. She doesn’t drink that often but trust me -- the girl can hold her liquor.

ASSOCIATIONS !!

1. Color? Red. Also black. But mostly red. 2. Smell? Smoke. 3. Time of day? Midnight. 4. Season? Summer. 5. Book? She doesn’t read much. 6. Music? Soft female voices with a creepy tone. Anything by Daughter, Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Rey, Sky Ferreira... she has a very particular sound... 7. Place? New Jersey. 8. Substance? Vodka. 9. Plant? Roses. Because they look beautiful but they have thorns. 10. Animal? Lions. For... obvious reasons.

EVERY * LEADS TO A PICTURE !!

[safyresky]

92 Truths

I’M SO MAD I WANTED TO BE THE DOUBLE TAGGER BUT @mellomadness BEAT ME TO IT?????? I was originally tagged by @thewayhistoryiswritten. They tagged the whole fam so now I am gonna just sneak in here and be the TRIPPLE TAGGER B)

This one is really long?? So if you’re not about people oversharing on the internet then just skip down using “J” or blacklist long post, cause that’s what I’ll tag this as :)

(I would put a read more but half the people who tagged me use mobile and those don’t show up on mobile so...my apologies!)

Anyway let’s get to it, shall we?

LAST…

[1] drink: hot chocolate. for those keeping up with my roll up the rim #struggles, 15/15 have NOT won. 

[2] phone call: Richard, my lovely bf who couldn’t remember the cereal my sister wanted

[3] text message: my sister who has no idea what food I have at home and is staying until Sunday and needs to eat

[4] song you listened to: One of the songs off the Steven Universe music playlist I have on soundcloud

[5] time you cried: Watching Moana last week it just gets me EVERY TIME the powerful I AM MOANA!!!!! I JUST YES. YES YOU ARE. YOU ARE AND I AM A WRECK

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] dated someone twice: Nope

[7] been cheated on: In a way yes but also no.

[8] kissed someone and regretted it: Nope

[9] lost someone special: Yes.

[10] been depressed: low key all of last year? it was a struggle. and not like diagnosed depressed just...feeling sad ALL the TIME and WORTHLESS and people would tell me you’re great and I just wouldn’t believe them b/c it didn’t feel like I was great at all. I couldn’t even write about my shitty frosty children I just....couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but think about how shitty things were going and how much I wanted to sleep and sleep and sleep and forget about life

[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: I have never gotten drunk to the point of throw up but hey, tomorrow is paddy’s day and my sister wants me to get “turnt” and “wasted” so we’ll see if I go over my comfortable drunk limit of 5 alcohols. Will keep you posted!

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

[12] Blue

[13] Light blue

[14] Orange (Were you expecting more blue?? Hehe)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

[15] made new friends: Yes!

[16] fallen out of love: No, I’ve just made my relationship STRONGER

[17] laughed until you cried: Oh my god yes I live in a house with 3 other immature young adults who are stressed to the max you would be surprISED how often one of us laughing until we cry happens

[18] found out someone was talking about you: Not in bad ways!

[19] met someone who changed you: I don’t think so, though my current friends may have effected my humour just a tad ;)

[20] found out who your true friends are: Yeah, actually! A lot of realizations happened this year let me tell you *side eyes my shitty pal who makes things about herself constantly*

[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: I mean Richard is my facebook friend so...yes? We’ve been dating for 5 years though so idk how much that counts?? Cause he’s my SO???

GENERAL…

[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them I know well enough, I don’t add total strangers

[23] do you have any pets: My cat! Cinnamon! He’s so cute and such an affectionate lil bud for being a stray a year ago like what a cat I love him s o  m u c h he’s so sILLY

[24] do you want to change your name: I love my name very much. It can be spunky (Dani), elegant (Ella), and a mix of them both (Daniella!)

[25] what did you do for your last birthday: I turned 21 and...I actually can’t recall?? I think Richard and I went out to dinner and OH NOW I REMEMBER!

We went to the Works and he surprised me with all of my good friends being there and then we went home and he got me an ICE CREAM CAKE and my housemates put my gifts in a suitcase b/c we had no wrapping stuffs welcome to Student Life my guys

[26] what time did you wake up: At 7AM today b/c I had an 8:30

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: I was messaging Ana bean and making my bed because my sister wanted to sleep and my sheets had just finished washing

[28] name something you cannot wait for: Summer! I have a job, I’m staying in Kingston, I’M GONNA PLANT SHIT!!!! IT’S gonna be gr8!!

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: In February for reading week!

[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish my parents hadn't struggled so much when I was younger, b/c then I would have had decent RESP’s and wouldn’t owe the government so much money for school Dx

[31] what are you listening to right now: The chatter of nearby people eating lunch (I forgot my headphones today I’m real upset)

[32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: You know, I see soo many people in one shift that one of them was probably named Tom tbh

[33] something that is getting on your nerves: FIFTEEN (15) ROLL UP THE RIM TO WIN CUPS AND NOT A SINGLE WIN. EVERYONE I KNOW HAS WON SOMETHING BUT NOT ME I AM BITTER AF THIS HAS BEEN THE WORST YEAR FOR ME FOR ROLL UP THE RIM

[34] most visited website: this blue hellhole 

[35] elementary: St Herbert down the street from home. Everyone made fun of it and called it St Hubert’s, like the chicken place?? It bugged me as a kid now I’m like lmao yeah too bad they don’t have good chicken there

[36] high school: St Joe’s near my house! Commonly known as St Joe’s Hoes b/c there was a prostitute ring in the bathrooms in the 90s apparently??? And also everyone wore their kilts really high up. Those got banned. I was bitter I loved the kilt it was very warm

[37] college: Queen’s U! 

[38] hair colour: It is Chestnut brown, according to Laurentian pencil crayons (it’s dark brown enough that my boyfriend thought it was black for the first year and a half we knew each other hahaha)

[39] long or short hair: I like it longer because then I can put it up a lot?? Though mid-length is usually my go to

[40] do you have a crush on someone: Does my boyfriend count. B/c if so then hecka yes

[41] what do you like about yourself?: My eyebrows SLAY. I like that I have managed to build up my patience so much. I like that I’m super creative and helpful and I like that I try to be as supportive as possible and usually pals are like ye u are supportive which does me a GOOD right in the heart!! I am being a HELP!!

[42] piercings: just my ears!! i’ve always wanted a nose piercing ha but I wouldn’t go through with it, my pain tolerance is exactly 0

[43] blood type: No idea!

[44] nickname: Dani

[45] relationship status: In a relationship with the most WONDERFUL FLUFF EVER Richard is really gr8 okay I could talk about him for days what a guy

[46] zodiac sign: Libra

[47] pronouns: She/her

[48] fav tv show: Steven Universe

[49] tattoos: none. if I got one it would be a shooting star somewhere inconspicuous 

[50] right or left handed: right handed! for most things. I do use my left hand for odd things, like using a fork w/ a knife

FIRST… [51] surgery: wisdom teeth when I get them out this summer

[52] piercing: My ears when I was 2 months old or so

[53] best friend: PLEASE DO NOT AS ME THIS I HAVE MANY MANY BIFFERS (Richard, AJ, Ana, Jess, Athena...)

[54] sport: skiing 

[55] vacation: Mexico when I was 7! Maybe younger, I can’t recall. 

[56] pair of trainers: I just have converse?? Do they count??

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eating: Timbits

[58] drinking: Just finished a hot chocolate

[59] i’m about to: Finish a seminar response and then scream internally until I can go home

[60] listening to: People talking, still (there’s a lot of repeat questions here)

[61] waiting for: Class time

[62] want: A nap or two, a raise at work

[63] get married: One of these days! I keep asking Richard if we can just go to the courthouse and ELOPE but he keeps saying “yes let’s do that before we get married just go to a courthouse and wait on the big fancy ceremony until we can afford it!! He’s very set on being able to have a place for ourselves and such before hand which I agree with. But I still really wanna run to the courthouse one day and just fucking do it man)

[64] career: a writer with fame to rival that of J.K. Rowling, for instance, or the archaeologist who discovers Atlantis!

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: Hugs! I’m a really cuddly fuck but I love giving Richard kisses ALL OVER HIS FACE he gets soo happy!!

[66] lips or eyes: Eyes

[67] shorter or taller: Taller so I look cute when I attempt to be the big spoon, and so I can fit under the chin of my SO for MAXIMUM HUG

[68] older or younger: Older (irony b/c Richard is exactly 9 months older than me)

[70] nice arms or nice stomach: Both? Both. Both is good.

[71] sensitive or loud: Both? Both. Both is good.

[72] hook up or relationship: Relationship b/c I am not into the sex thing that much, occasionally yes but also not with a stranger?? I don;t look at someone like “I wanna tap that” usually my thought is “They’re pretty” or “I love their jacket” or “HOW DID THEY EYELINER???? THAT GOOD???” (Like ANA’S EYELINER OMG YOU ARE A MASTER AT THE EYELINER ANA PLEASE TEACH ME UR WAYS).

The only instance of “I wanna tap that” occurs like once in a full moon or two when I stare at Richard a v long time and thing HE IS SO WONDERFUL AND LOVELY I LOVE HIM LET’S GO RIGHT NOW INTO THE BED (TMI alert my guys, haha whoops)

[73] troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant, though I can be a shit disturber, ask AJ. And Ana. And my other housemates, especially Richard. I can be a nuisance and have been confirmed to be an occasional menace >:)

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? Nope

[75] drank hard liquor? It depends on your definition? Sometimes I have a liqueur with my Dad but idk if it counts as hard liquor, it’s usually a Bailey’s

[76] lost glasses/contact lenses? ASK AJ I CONSTANTLY CANNOT FIND MY GLASSES B/C I CAN EVER REMEMBER WHERE I LEFT THEM

[77] turned someone down: In the most passive way possible. Fun fact: I once “friend-zoned” Richard, ha

[78] sex on first date? Heck no, I gotta know a guy or gal REALLY WELL before being like YES LET US ENGAGE IN COITUS, That is something I share with someone I trust fully and completely, not random people I meet on the first date (do people actually do that??) 

[79] broken someone’s heart? Probably?? I dunno

[80] had your own heart broken? Omg yes when I was a lil pre-high schooler, dear me

[81] been arrested? HA no

[82] cried when someone died? Heck yes! real people, fictional characters...I’m a mess

[83] fallen for a friend: Every crush I have ever had began with a friendship so yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? Usually, yes!! I had a bad bout of thinking nothing would turn out right the past year but I’m back in the swing of thinking “It’ll be okay, you can do it”

[85] miracles? I think yes

[86] love at first sight? Love at first sight is a MYTH. Love takes time, patience. Love takes getting to know someone really well and knowing how you work with them and how they work with you. Love takes a lot and if love at first sight is a thing, it’s more like the IDEA of a person, not who they really really are.

[87] santa claus? For real, yes, I actually do b/c when I had lost my belief already, there was one year where my siblings (who had been naughty) weren’t on the christmas party lists at my parents work for gifts, and I was. So yeah. I have a solid belief in Santa make fun all you want idgaf 

[89] angels? Very much so. Ethereal angels and angels here I meet that have a profound impact on my life

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: I HAVE MANY but in no order, Richard, AJ, Jess, Ana, Athena... 

[91] eye colour: Brown

[92] favourite movie: Moana, Grease, Atlantis, El Dorado. Those are my top four. I think.

GOOD GRIEF THIS WAS A LONG ONE I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY AJ, YOU TOO MELLO. @divinitycas here is a third tag because yolo?? I guess??? Anyone else who likes to overshare on the internet please, be my guest!!! AND THEN TAG ME I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT OTHERS!!

[elde-goss]

I was tagged by @1of1prism​ ;* Thanks bae ;D

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? I think for now I do but I have a very bad feeling it won’t stay this way because of the amount of things I don’t feel comfortable talking to them about. They’re very er... They’re the conservative type I think and prefer the “normal” way of things if that makes any sense...

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? Maybe @1of1prism​?? I don’t remember but I don’t say I love you very often to people

03: Do you regret anything? LOL too many things...

04: Are you insecure? Yikes, I’m so insecure it’s probably not healthy...

05: What is your relationship status? Single Married to the lovely Kim Seokjin <3 ;)

06: How do you want to die? Of old age

07: What did you last eat? A Honey Madeleine from Uncle Tetsu’s Cheesecake shop!!

08: Played any sports? I played soccer just for the sake of exercise. I ski and skate too I guess.

09: Do you bite your nails? Occasionally but it’s pretty rare nowadays.

10: When was your last physical fight? LOL probably sometime in elementary school. I was a good kid and teachers liked me but the issue was if I got really pissed I’d resort to using my fists... Though people look at me now and wouldn’t believe I used to do that :P

11: Do you like someone? Um??? Kim Seokjin?? My one and only??

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Why the fuck do you all stay up this much I can barely last 24 hours...

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Hate?? Er... No one pops into my mind immediately in terms of personal hate but like the usual stuff like Trump and all those people involved in those shenanigans...

14: Do you miss someone? Mmm not anyone I can think of immediately? Social Media makes this so much easier...

15: Have any pets? Nopeeee

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Tired because I was shopping all day but I’m excited to build my website and play video games tonight. Plus I got some cute clothes today :D

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? LOL no.

18: Are you scared of spiders? Fuck yes I am, but I can kill them now...

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? And see my past self?? Lol no.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Didn’t know what that word meant so I had to look it up... No...

21: What are your plans for this weekend? Play video games... Visit friends... Talk to people?? Exercise!!!! EAT ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI WITH THE FAM!!!!

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? I really want kids and I want 2 or 3 <3

23: Do you have piercings? How many? Nope, and I don’t plan on getting any anytime soon...

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? LOL I’m stupid as fuck (ok not actually) In high school I was really good at French, Math, and Music... But in Uni I guess I’m good at some Maths and strangely hardware related courses??? I also did pretty well in my Speech course....

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? I don’t think so. I have a really good spread of friends any way and I make friends relatively easily.

26: What are you craving right now? I’m full as fuck in terms of food but I crave self esteem, self love, and Kim Seokjin’s di-

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? LOL no way.........

28: Have you ever been cheated on? That would require me to have been in a relationship... so no...

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Read 28...

30: What’s irritating you right now? Right now? Nothing in particular... Lately? Just like when my parents don’t even bother to try to understand my brother and I (particularly my mom). Also this one coworker is sort of annoying.

31: Does somebody love you? Uhh... Platonically probably. Romantically? no way.

32: What is your favourite color? ORANGE!!! Blue is a close second...

33: Do you have trust issues? Uh probably, maybe, idk I’m quick to judge someone and be cautious around them at first but it’s really easy for me to have my opinion swayed.

34: Who/what was your last dream about? The last one I remember clearly was I was eating dinner with J-Hope of BTS and that was cute, lemme relive that moment pls LOL

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? Cried in FRONT OF?? Maybe @pandemo-nium​?? I don’t remember though.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...... Not sure. My second chances aren’t really second chances I feel like... It’s hard to explain :P

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? Tbh for me it’s probably easier to forget... Oops.. :$

38: Is this year the best year of your life? No, but it’s a better year than the past like 4 or 5, there’s just been a constant downwards trend but this year it seems a bit better?

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? Nah

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Um... wtf... no...

51: Favourite food? Sushi!!! omgggg so many options and it’s so good for you and I just love <3 <3 <3

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? I don’t know, this is too existential for me right now LOL

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? I played overwatch with a few of my friends and was deciding on a template for my website...

54: Is cheating ever okay? No. Like I don’t even wanna hear an excuse.

55: Are you mean? I want to say no. Like I try really hard to be nice and make sure everyone is happy and stuff but sometimes I might have had enough and I might just say whatever I want and it might be mean... Idk though.

56: How many people have you fist fought? LOL like 2 people in grade 4...

57: Do you believe in true love? I want to but I like I don’t understand how 2 people can just both mutually love eachother like this concept is so foreign to me...

58: Favourite weather? Not a cloud in the sky and it’s about 18 degrees. Around 10 am on a May morning!!

59: Do you like the snow? I do!! Unless I’m driving in which case please melt away...

60: Do you wanna get married? Yea, tbh one of things I want to do the most in my life is get married...

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I wouldn’t know but thinking about it, it sounds weird and I’m shuddering so probably not...

62: What makes you happy? Lots of things but the 2 things that make me the most happy is when I make people laugh and happy and when someone complements something about my appearance, whether it’s me or my clothes.

63: Would you change your name? Mmm... Probably not. I don’t love my name or anything but I’ve never thought about this so I don’t think I would.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? “ya cause they don’t exist lol” lol I’m keeping Marina’s quote cuz relatable...

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Uhh... I don’t really think that’s possible..?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Uh... Like... All of them...?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? @1of1prism​ probably through tumblr messaging LOL

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Awks in a box @asprinkleoftutting because I think it was @happycloudinthesky :$ haha..!!!

69: Do you believe in soulmates? I think I used to, but I don’t think so any more...

70: Is there anyone you would die for? ... Kim Seokjin... LOL Uh I don’t know, it’s hard to say now because I’m not actually in a situation where I could risk my life for another...

Anyone who wants to do this can do it but this took a while so I don’t wanna pressure anyone LOL

[fedorasaurus]

Dream Journal

As a heads-up, this writeup is long, wordy, and contains some mentions of war and aircraft-related death. It might be the most detail that I can remember from a dream, likely because I began to verbally recall it within minutes of waking up (thanks Flib for letting me ramble about disturbing weirdness first thing in the morning).

September 07, 2017 Part 1: I was in a club or dance party of some kind. The room was very small, maybe the size and dimensions of a trailer. The room was dark besides multicolored lights, but I could make out the appearances of the partygoers without much trouble. The fashion style of their clothing suggested that the time period was closer to the 70’s or 80’s rather than 2017. A few people down to my right was a tall woman with light skin and blond hair in a ponytail. She wore a long, light gray or tan dress with plain features. She danced along with the rest of the crowd, but I think she also mentioned something about having to leave in time to make it to class. A man appeared from where there was now an obvious door across from where I was standing. He was an older gentleman in a brown trenchcoat, thick-framed glasses, and a brownish hat. He might have spoken to the tall woman, I’m not sure. But his presence was her cue to leave the party for class (I think the implication was that this man was her professor). Before she left, she made a comment along the lines of “and North Korea is going to drop a nuke on us.” Immediately after this was spoken, the room went silent. Everyone stopped dancing, and the overhead lights came on. We all stared at this woman, as though annoyed that she had gone and ruined our fun with her fear-mongering. Being reminded of the troubled political climate made me feel tense and deeply anxious. It was a discomfort that remained even after I woke up.

(Part 2 continues below)

Part 2: A second dream that night was set during a vacation or a road trip. I was with Flib, Flib’s sister (D), Flib’s grandmother, and possibly my brother (E) was with us too, though it seemed like the dream was switching between Flib and E being on the trip.

As it started, we were in a souvenir shop, with all the usual knickknacks for sale: postcards, shirts, keychains with names on them, etc. What I was struggling with was trying to find a gift for my dad’s birthday (though IRL his birthday was several months ago). I didn’t think he would like any of these gift shop items, though I almost bought him a dark blue tie that had some writing embroidered on it with a similar shade of blue. I don’t recall what it said. But even the gifts specifically geared toward fathers weren’t especially great, and I commented to maybe D that it’s particularly difficult when my dad says he doesn’t want anything for his birthday.

The storekeeper then showed us into the back room, which was actually a whole other section of the store, and closed the door behind him. This section of the store was more like a comic book/collectibles department. But a bit more disorganized. Dim lighting, racks of books and games, lightweight card tables under which cardboard boxes were packed with miscellaneous action figures and other memorabilia. I enjoyed looking around all the books and collectibles, particularly the action figures, which were all unboxed and dirty, having seen prior use/wear-and-tear. I thought about buying some for my photography, but decided that they weren’t very posable, and moved on to a box containing lots of small metal badges. Something having to do with a fighting game, like an award or something. At the bottom of the box was a diamond ring with a gold band, which seemed out of place, until I recalled that a marriage proposal was part of the fighting game’s plot. I decided that the ring must not be REAL gold and diamond, just a replica for prop purposes.

I noticed that some of the display boxes featured characters from a video game that I recognized, though was not especially well-known. I asked the shopkeeper about it, and he expressed much genuine interest and trivia: “did you know that the main character was also in [other game]?” I was fascinated, mentioning that I hadn’t, and he went on to show me gameplay of the game in question (I don’t recall what he said the title was).

There was the protagonist, albeit in a more casual, less fantasy-oriented design. A black t-shirt had some white wording on it that was difficult to make out from the pixels (GBA-era, though it was being played on a non-portable console of some kind). I don’t know what the game was about; the gameplay I saw just featured the character walking along dark city streets, or maybe it was a cemetery. At some point, I noticed that Flib’s family had continued on to the next room of the shop, and I still had to go back and buy something for my dad! I felt selfish for forgetting about his birthday while being so caught up in shopping for things in my own field of interest.

I was then back with Flib’s family. We were getting lunch (or was it sorbet?) at a restaurant, taking the food out onto a patio to eat. Wherever this place was, it was a large city, maybe New York, though it had no recognizable landmarks. I could hear a low-flying plane overhead, and said to D that the sound made me extremely uncomfortable (this is also true IRL, and also I should mention that I live close enough to an airport that I often see and hear planes at low altitudes). Flib’s grandma mentioned that, oh yes, we were near a military base, and they must be testing out some new aircraft.

No sooner had she said this than an aircraft appeared overhead across the street from us. I definitely wouldn’t call it an airplane, although it sounded much like one. It was more like a big metal cube, with a big round hole where the engine should be. It seemed to be packed with people, presumably military personnel, who just sat in and around the thing, no seats or restraints of any kind. It looked so unsafe that just LOOKING at it made me deeply afraid. The unit wobbled in midair before tilting on its side and descending out of view with a big CRASH. And then another, similarly shaped craft flew out, this one much more elongated, and painted a shade of blue. Like a flying cargo container, I suppose, but with one side exposed for people to sit with their legs dangling out. This one also crash-landed, but very near to the restaurant, perpendicular with/on the street.

I told Flib and fam that I was done, that I wanted to go home, that we need to leave. Even as we went back through the restaurant and returned to our cars (lots of other bystanders were also evacuating), I kept repeating that: “I want to go home, I don’t want to be here, I’m done, etc.” There were two cars parked, one being Flib’s and one being D’s. I asked them which car I needed to get into to go home. We all got into Flib’s car, and started driving away. On a long stretch of highway trimmed in neon lights, two hovering aircraft flew overhead in quick succession, in the same direction we were headed. They were a little like flying saucers, but with like a yellow glass base that glowed gold. A large black helicopter went the opposite way. I was aware that these were all military craft, and that we would die if we stayed near them (whether they were deliberately attacking us was unclear, more just that the very presence of military hardware was a threat).

We drove along a winding mountain road, passing a number of touristy locations (namely a group of trees carved with cartoonish faces). Flib decided to pull off at one of these stops because, “as long as we’re on a road trip, we’d might as well see everything.” Or something to that effect. I disagreed, but got out of the car. It was a clearing in a wooded area, like a park on top of a mountain. People were seated on benches. A restroom or gift shop was nearby. I checked my phone for Pokemon GO. An Articuno raid was ongoing, but would end in about 10 seconds. I asked Flib and D if they wanted to do it. D declined, Flib was interested, but by the time I tapped on the gym icon, the raid was over. Flib made a frustrated sigh at this.

As the first raid ended, another one appeared: Ho-Oh (who, at the time of writing this, is not yet in the game). I asked Flib and D if they wanted to fight it, and they both did not. I asked aloud to the other tourists, and they replied “NO” in unison. Two young men then appeared from one of the hiking trails, carrying a tray of three pizza slices. “Please help us!” they exclaimed with a grin, indicating that they wanted to fight the raid boss too. Thanks to some dream-weirdness, their phones were what was manifesting as pizza slices. No seriously, we knew they were phones and treated them like phones, but physically they looked like slices of pizza. This is the weirdest (and possibly most disconcerting) thing I’ve ever dreamt.

I told them that I could barely keep up on my own phone, much less try to play on three at once. But by now, more people were gathering, taking slices of pizza (which at this point were a whole pie). I joked with everyone, “oh, NOW you’re interested in playing, huh?” As we prepared to start the battle, one of the tourists, who I didn’t recognize but who sort of resembled a high school friend of mine (J), started introducing me to Flib’s family… as if I didn’t already know them. It was very confusing, because I don’t think any of us knew who this woman was.

Anyway, we were feeling good and about to start the raid, when D’s phone announced a news report. The phone’s voice was like Siri, but it spoke in a sassy, sarcastic way, like it was programmed to be a smartass to the user. The report said something about how people were being transported away with severe injuries, and how there was also some kind of wound or virus in the throats of some of the victims. My heart sank, and the fear returned as I woke up. These dreams both had a theme of being unable to catch a break from an impending violent death.