#SO many people have a hair poof ( naturally or styled ) what's the point of making fun of smth like that???

[antispopausandstuff]

SPOP's poor design aside, i don't understand the logic behind giving a character a feature just to make fun of them for it.

yes, i'm talking about Adora and her hair poof.

like, moving aside genuine criticism ( the fact that it's completely separated from the rest of her hair, for some reason? even tho Nate draws it like normal ), the amount of times the show pokes fun at her hair poof for no reason just makes me feel like the writers went "she's too perfect or wtv, so let's make a trait // feature to make fun of her for, cuz everyone likes that".

the fandom finds it hilarious, but imagine if they did the same thing with Catra. i don't think the fandom would let that slide, to be honest.

[nationalharryleague]

So Golden

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: FLUFF

Word count: 1.2K

A/N: Hi guys! This is a quick and fluffy little something I wrote super quick tonight! I hope you like it and please let me know what you think in my ask! You can also read more of my work here in my masterlist!

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“Harry, you have to stop fidgeting,” you playfully scolded as you attempted to smooth the foundation brush across his cheeks. You were both sitting on the floor, you straddling his thighs, hovering closely to his face and concentrating on getting an even coverage. He let his eyes fall closed and his back rest against the foot of your bed, hair held out of his face by a clip sat atop his head in a poof.

“It tickles,” he whined and you giggled in response. You gently slid the foundation over his skin, moving to even his skin tone but not to cover up all his moles and freckles you loved so much. You dabbed concealer under his eyes to cover the blue hue that always developed when he was working too much and over small spots on his forehead that had started this whole ordeal. After complaining about a pimple, you had offered him some concealer and it had somehow morphed into a full blown makeover.

“Oi, be careful,” he muttered, as you dabbed under his eyes to blend the cream. His long eyelashes fluttered and flinched with every gentle tap.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had your makeup done before, Mr. Rockstar,” you teased as you rested a hand on his bare chest to steady yourself. You had moved on to powder and set his base, sliding the big puffy brush coated in a white powder softly across his still slightly blushed cheeks.

“I only let professionals do my makeup,” his pouty lips smirked, teasing right back. You feigned offense with a gasp and moved to get off his lap, but your hips were caught by his large hands, his eyes never even opening in the shuffle. “I’m kidding, don’t stop,” he spoke softly. You continued on to blush, popping it on the apples of his cheeks, deciding to skip contour as his cheekbones and jawline didn’t need any help.

You loved being this close to him. While the two of you were that couple, and spent the majority of your time touching each other in some way shape or form, you hadn’t gotten the opportunity just to stare at him for a while. Harry was always on the move, unable to sit still for any extended period of time you could use to observe him. The only time you got to stare and take him all in was while he was asleep, but Harry had recently become an early riser, always out of bed by the time the sun broke through the curtains and woke you from your slumber.

You carefully watched him as you worked. Light fell softly over his flushed cheeks and showed off his exquisite eyelashes, ones you had always teased he had no use for. His tattooed chest rose and fell lightly with his soft breath and you resisted the urge to press your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat; sometimes still questioning whether or not he was real or a figment of your imagination.

“Open your eyes,” you instructed, rousing him from his peaceful calm due to your own selfish urge to get a look at your favorite shade of green. His eyes fluttered open and there it was. His irises were a speckled mix of forest and moss greens and always reminded you of shattered sea glass.

“What color are you thinking for my eyeshadow?” he asked, looking down at the stacks of eyeshadow pallets you had pulled out from the drawers in your vanity.

“Gold,” you told him confidently. “I think it’ll go nicely with your eyes.”

“I trust your professional opinion,” he said as he nodded in agreement, knowing if he teases you again that you would quit for real this time.

You continued on to his eyes, attempting to blend warm browns over his eyelids, prepping them for the bright and metallic golds you had planned. With each tap of your brush, his breath caught in his chest lightly in surprise and his eyelashes fluttered with the flinching of his eyes, no matter how many times you warned him the brush was coming. You smoothed the gold across his lids at last, brightening them with a sparkle and metallic gleam. He stayed quiet and still as you worked for the most part despite the ‘I’m so golden’ he occasionally sang, earning a laugh from you.

“Do I look pretty yet?” he sing-songed from underneath you, clearly running out of patience.

“You’re always pretty, my darling,” you assured him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, praying not to have smudged any of your work in the process. You decided to forego eyeliner, knowing that would never end up going well on your fidgety boyfriend. You carefully applied glue to a set of false eyelashes and waited for them to get tacky while you explained the importance of him staying still for your next step.

“If you move too much, they will get glued to your real eyelashes and the glue will pull them all out,” you warned.

“Jesus Christ, that’s brutal.”

“Beauty is pain. Now, stay still or else,” you playfully threatened as you neared him with the eyelashes. After a few tense moments, they were on and Harry was complaining that his eyelids were heavy.

“How do people see in these things?” he whined, unable to open his eyes more than half way and rapidly blinking.

“Give them a moment,” you instructed through giggles, batting his hands away from touching. “You will adjust.”

“Too big to adjust to,” he groaned.

“That’s what she said,” you quipped. After your joke, he magically gained enough ability in his eyes again to roll them.

Your final touch was a red lip, knowing it would pop against his green eyes and tanned skin. You slid the lipstick bullet over his pouty pink lips, erasing his natural rosey shade and replacing it with a cherry red. You instructed him to press his lips together to blend any harsh edges and had him smile, rubbing off a tiny bit that had transferred onto his pearly whites.

With a dab of highlight here and there, your masterpiece was complete. While you always thought your boyfriend was gorgeous, he looked so pretty all done up like this. While he was one of the male celebrities more familiar with femininity and makeup, you still couldn’t understand why he didn’t wear it more often. He looked hot.

“Can I see now?” he asked politely, moving to grab the handheld mirror layed on the carpet next to him. You nodded and he gasped when he saw himself in the reflection. “I look hot!” he exclaimed with a laugh, looking at the giant smile on your face before returning to inspect his own further. “I do kinda look like Gem though,” he pointed out after more observation.

You leaned in and pressed your own carefully painted lips to his, unable to resist any longer. His arms snaked up your legs and settled on your hips, pulling your chests against each other, and your own arms hooked around his neck. You felt his now much longer eyelashes brush against the tops of your cheeks and slightly slick lips sliding against each other a little bit more than usual. Coming up for breath, you caught a slight glimpse of him and was slightly startled by who stared back at you, pushing yourself away from him.

“I’m sorry, you have to take it off. It’s like making out with your sister.”

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[alice-angel12x]

Leech Twins X Gem! Reader

It was another slow and cold winter in the Coral sea, as the icebergs slowly blocked out the sunlight from the surface. Yet lately many Icebergs have been falling apart lately, they would suddenly collapse and reveal the sun's rays from above.  Azul and the twins would wonder why that's been happening lately. Out of the many years, they lived there this was not a normal occurrence during the winter season.

"I don't mind it, finally we get some sunlight down here in the winter," (child)Floyd sighed.

"It fine I guess, but I don't like the banging noises it makes when they start falling apart. Plus it makes it dangerous to swim near the surface when that happens,"(child) Azul groaned.

Suddenly the iceberg above started to screech and whine as two large icebergs scrapped against each other. The three covered their ears as the sound became unbearable when suddenly that was a loud bang above the surface. Large chunks of ice fell into the water as it revealed an opening to the surface, letting in the sunlight from above.

"Ahh, warm sunlight,"(Child) Floyd smiled.

"What is that?" (Child)Jade asked as he pointed to a sinking figure.

"Probably just some unfortunate human, but I don't think humans are supposed to sink that fast. Jade, Floyd catch them," (Child)Azul said simply.

Jade and Floyd shrugged and same to catch the figure, which was surprisingly heavier than they expected. The twins managed to softly land the figure on the soft sand, and when they stepped to examine the figure they gasped at the sight. The figure had a lovely face, but what was off was the large cracks that ran down her face, and her hair didn't look like anything they've seen. It gave off a beautiful shimmer of Aquamarine.

"Nee, Jade this person is so shiny,"(Child) Floyd smiled as he hugged the figure, " But not so squishy, they're solid as a rock,"

"Careful, you might shatter them,"(child) Jade said with a smile.

"Jade, Floyd what is it?" (Child)Azul asked as he swam as quickly as he could.

He looked over the figure and gasped at the large cracks on her face. Thankfully Azul was able to fix it with coral sap, making the figure look good as new. Suddenly it began to stir as its eyes slowly fluttered open. Revealing beautiful ocean blue eyes she stared blankly at the three faces.

"W-who are you?" The girl asked nervesly, " Where am I?"

The poor girl had lost her memory, and couldn't recall who or what she is or even where she even came from. So Azul simply gave the girl a name, Y/n, but Floyd would nickname Y/n as Aqua or Aquamarine at times. 

Y/n was a freak of nature to the twins, she wasn't soft and completely made out of precious stones, from her hair down to her feet. She didn't require food to keep her going, or even air for that matter. She just required sunlight or light from glowing jellyfish.

"Nee, Aqua-chan try this, it's Takoyaki. It's delicious,"(Child) Floyd smiled as he shoved food in Y/n's face.

"O-oh, no thank you, Floyd," Y/n smiled as she feeds it back to Floyd. He happily chomped down with a smile.

"You never eat, are you sure are okay?" (Child) Jade asked.

"As long as I have light, I should be fine," Y/n smiled as she patted Jade's head.

Floyd and Jade smiled as they hugged her arms. Y/n was nothing Like Floyd or Jade had seen before, so they like to drag her around everywhere they went. As they glided through the water Y/n quickly followed behind as she ran across the sandy ocean floor. 

"I don't see why I'm needed to go to school with you," Y/n said as the twins pulled on her arms.

"Cause school is so boring, We want you to be by outside," Floyd said as he pulled at Y/n.

"Plus it will be interesting to see how our classmates react," Jade laughed.

The powder that covered Y/n's arms, legs, and face soon washed off revealing her gem surface underneath, but as time went on Floyde and Jade grew. Once small children that were half of Y/n size grew to be taller or longer than her. The twins and Azul grew to be handsome young men, but Y/n seemed to be forever frozen in time and remained the same. 

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As Time went on as the twins and Azul started to prepare for the expected arrival of the black carriage. Y/n's mind began to wonder, as she began to wander near the town edge of the Coral Sea, but the Twins don't let her wander too far from them.

"Nene, Aqua-chan what are you doing all the way out here?" Floyd asked as he hugged her from behind.

"Yes, home is the other way. You wander off again," Jade smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but shouldn't you two be making your way back to shore soon?" Y/n asked the twin.

"Huh? You're not going to see us off?" Jade asked with a pained expression.

"You want me to come to see you off?" Y/n asked.

"Of course, you have to be there," Floyd said as he nuzzled Y/n's neck.

Jade picked Y/n up bridle style as they swam to a nearby shore, where Azul was waiting for them. Y/n staring up at the blue sky with wide eyes, this was the first time she saw the sky and sun in 9 years. She slowly wiggled out of Jade's grasps and took her first steps on land in what felt like forever. The microscopic organisms inside her gem body started to make more energy than it has before, she had never felt more awake in so long.

"Nee, Aqua-chan slow down," Floyd whined as Y/n turned to see Floyd and jade slowly crawling up the beach.

As they tried to stand on their new legs, Y/n chuckled and quickly tried to help the two stand. Yet the three once merpeople simply clung to the gem girl for support. So for the first few days, was full of Y/n helping them walk on their own, and watching them fall over many times, but they soon got the hang of things. 

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The time arrived when the carriage arrived, and Y/n though this was where they would part ways. Nope, Jade and Floyd managed to drag her into the carriage with them and bring her to the school, claiming she was the twins Familiar. Surprisingly the headmaster was okay with this, seeing that there was a couple of other students who had similar "Familiars". As the twins and Azul sat with the other students Y/n looked around the room to see other people like her. Near the Scarabia dorm students stood a girl with diamond hair, by a red-headed Heartslabyul student stood a girl with ruby hair, a Pomefiore man had a girl with Ametrine hair standing next to him, a girl with obsidian hair was holding a tablet that the Ignihyde dorm leader spoke through. Savanaclaw had a girl with long hair made of bort. Heck, the Headmaster seemed to have an assistant with Rutile hair.

Y/n simply stared in awe at the many varieties of gem people in the room. When the ceremony finished everyone funneled out of the room, as Y/n walked she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see it was the diamond girl from the other dorm. The two chatted away when they had to part ways into the dorm. The Octavinelle Dorm reminded Y/n a lot of the Coral Sea, and the sense of sleepiness came over her at the sudden lack of bright sunlight.

"Nee, Aqua-chan who was that other girl you were talking to?" Floyd asked as he hugged Y/n from behind.

"That was Dia, and she told me that rutile plans to put us to work and we will be helping around the school," Y/n explained.

"So you won't be staying by our side then?" Jade frowned slightly.

"Awww, that sucks, I was hoping to have Aqua-chan by our side the entire time," Floyd whined as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

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So while Azul and the twins studied in the classrooms, Rutile leads the gems outside to help around the school. From wiping down the windows to mowing the grass in the fields. One day during P.E while the 2nd and 1st-year students ran laps the Gem girls were on the side slicing grass with some obsidian blad and while Vargus had to step out of a few minutes. As the students rested, Y/n noticed something odd in the sky.

"Riddle, what is that?" Ruby asked.

"I don't know, Ruby," Riddle said as the rest of the students stopped to look as well.

As everyone watched in awe as the sounds of instruments could be heard. The black cover vanished revealing something odd.

"It's so pretty," Obsidian awed.

"I don't know, something is off about it," Idia whispered.

"What even is that?" Vil wondered.

Y/n stared up in wonder when memories flashed in her mind as fear started t wash over her. The figures in the sky drew their bows and readied their spears and tossed them down on the gem humans below. A spear sliced through Ruby's neck like butter, time slowed as everyone watched Ruby's head and body fall to the ground. Everyone screamed in panic as more arrows and spears rained from the sky.

"We don't have our pens!" Leona growled.

"Everyone back to the school !" Jamil shouted as everyone tried to run.

But when they tried to run spears and arrows cut them off. Y/n turned back to see Riddle trying to carry Ruby's body with him.

"Riddle!" Trey gasped as he hurried Riddle and let ruby's pieces behind.

Y/n looked down at her blade and back up at the attackers in the sky, suddenly her body acted on its own as she ran towards the cloud.

"Y/N!" Jade and Foyd gasped.

"What is she doing?!" Azul gasped.

As Arrows and spears rain down she deflected them with a swing of her sword and tossed some of them back at the enemy. suddenly weird golden lines that ended with hooks and gem spheres. They quickly extended down and wrapped around a fellow gem Ametrine, and quickly dragged her closer to the cloud.

"Ametrine!" Vil cried out.

Ametrine dug her heels into the ground to stop herself, the moment she struggled and pulled. The pins in the gem spheres were pulled out and exploded. When the smoke cleared, Ametrine was blown to pieces. Everyone watched in horror as a few figures from the cloud climbed down to collect the shattered gem pieces. Dia quickly acted and sliced through the enemy. Bort and Y/n jumped up to the vessel and began to slice away at the enemy, who poof away once defeated. 

Y/n ran to the tall enter figure and sliced it in half with ease, but more grenade hooks shot out from the bottom half of the figure. Before they could wrap around Bort, Y/n quickly pushed them out of the way and grabbed at the rope. She hopped down from the vessel and pulled at the rope above the pinned hooks. Dia quickly helped Y/n pull as they ripped the center figure off the vessel, causing the who thing to poof out of the air, but not before a pin was pulled causing the grenades to explode.

"Aqua-Chan!" Floyd called out.

Vargus and Rutile ran out to see the shaken students and shattered and Damaged gem figures.

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"Y/n, Y/n please open your eyes," Said a familiar voice.

"Aqua-chan," Said another voice.

Y/n's eye's opened slowly as her vision slowly came to her. Staring down at her were a pair of 2 mismatched eyes staring down at her.

"Floyd...Jade?" Y/n groaned as she slowly sat up.

But was tackled back down in a bear hug from the twins.

"Your back!" Floyd smiled.

"What happened to.. outside?" Y/n asked.

"Rutile came and put you and everyone back together, while Vargus took the human students back to the school. You were asleep for a week. You managed to defeat the strange enemy from the sky," Jade explained.

"What were you thinking, running towards danger like that. That was stupid Aqua-chan," Floyd pouted.

"As long as I can be put back together, I cannot die-,"

"They wanted to take you away from us," Jade said as he pulled Y/n close to him.

"They were going to steal you from us. Your our treasure, no one else's," Floyd said as the twins sandwiched the girl in a hug.

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

Yandere! Hawks/Keigo Takami X Reader: Caged Songbird~

(Description: Ooo, y’all are in for a treat today~! Hey, my first Gender Neutral AND Yandere fic on this account! And no less, it’s our favorite manwhore, Hawks! I sincerely hope you enjoy reading my story and if you like this fic, don’t worry, I have more yandere fic on the way~! Thank you for your time, consideration, and all the love you royals have shown a simple jester like me!)

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Fanfiction Lingo

(Y/N) - Your Name

(N/N) - Nickname

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“Normal speech.”

‘Inner thoughts.’

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Requester: No One!

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Style of Story: Oneshot (Possible Part 2?) // Manipulative, obsessive, and controlling behavior; hints of stalking; kidnapping

Word Count: 1.7K Words

WARNING(s): Yandere themes, so if you aren’t okay with obsessive/possessive/psychotic natures then please don’t read!

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[P.S: I DO NOT SUPPORT YANDERE TENDENCIES IN REAL LIFE!!! Do not confuse me writing this subject as encouraging it, there is a difference from reading/writing yandere stories V.S real life situations. Please, if someone in your life is behaving like the character in this story (i.e. obsessive, possessive, controlling, abusive, psychotic, sociopathic, LIKE A WACKADOO, etc.) get immediate help! That behavior in the real world is not romantic, sweet, or NORMAL! Stay aware and stay safe.]

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“Baby bird, wait up!” the last person you wanted to talk to right now, Hawks, giggled as he drifted down to glide next to your frantic self. Even though you were already speed walking down the sidewalk away from his apartment where the two of you had previously been 20 minutes ago, you tugged your jacket closer to your frame and scurried faster through the drafty night in a desperate attempt to make him leave.

“Go away, Hawks. I’m done talking with you tonight.” you mumbled as he continued to spin around you in an almost teasing way that further pissed you off.

“Ouch, (N/N)~,” Keigo grabbed his chest where his heart is while floating directly in front of you to block your path with his massive scarlet wings, “Not even calling me by my first name anymore? C’mon, what happened to ‘my hero~’ or ‘Mr. Stud~’? Not even ‘bird brain’?” he mocked in fake shock.

You scoffed and stepped past his fiery feathers, marching down your path while shouting back, “You don’t get that lovey-dovey crap from me tonight!”

Though the rest of the world was dark in the wee hours of the night, the flickering street lamps guided you to the train station that would take you back home to your apartment that you thankfully hadn’t moved out of yet, even though Hawks constantly  whined about you ditching the “dingy” place in favor of the two of you living together in his over-the-top penthouse. You had no roommates to notify that you were heading back after a few days with Keigo and you had long ago left your parents’ house to live on your own so you pressed on, blocking out his pouty, annoyed huffs of air in favor of dreaming about your cozy bed waiting to coddle you in its embrace with no fear of sharing the space with anyone.

“(Y/N), slow down for a second! Why are you acting so weird?” you heard Keigo’s voice and jogging footsteps sound from behind you. You recognized the feeling of his hand trying to circle around your wrist but before he got too comfortable, you snatched it away from him and swiveled your body back to meet his teasing hooded eyes.

“I’M acting weird? What about you! You brought this onto yourself, stupid!” you hissed while stepping a foot back.

Though that action didn’t make him falter, instead he stepped with you and stared you dead in the eye, “What did I do, hummingbird?” he asked with another sly cock of his head.

“Really? Me yelling at you in the penthouse wasn’t enough,” you growled, “You were checking through my phone while I was in the shower like a total CREEP, Keigo! What were you thinking, that I was just gonna come out of the shower, see you looking through my private messages with friends and family without you previously asking for permission to do, and I would say “Oh, no worries, love!” Are you nuts or something?!” you hollered at the hero whose smirk made you want to gift him a punch straight in the face for his cocky attitude.

“It’s fine, baby bird, I’m just checking to make sure everything was okay! You’ve been distant with me lately~,” his eyebrows twitched up and he gave a small pout as his wings slightly drooped to the pavement.

“Wait, hold on, we’ve been on a few dates for the past two months, no where near officially dating yet, and you think stuff like that is okay? You trust me so little that you have to go behind my back and search through my private things, to what? Prove a point to yourself or something? How did you even get my password?!” you barked in his stupidly attractive face.

“Love, you’re overreaching,” Hawks strode over to you and quickly locked you in his strong arms, though you tried to squirm away in disgust, “There are things in this world that a civilian like you wouldn’t understand. Heroes have to make so many hard decisions and as your hero, I have to make sure to be just that, save you from everything and everyone, even yourself sometimes.”

He leaned his head on yours and you heard him take a deep breath in only to let it out with an almost loving sigh while he continued, “There are bad people in this world that I encounter every day and I don’t want you accidentally stumbling on them through the internet. You know, it’s really rude of you to have kept Tinder on your phone even though we’re already in a committed relationship. Good thing you have me here to help!” he chuckled, his hold on your body tightening with each passing second.

Thoroughly creeped the hell out and not one to look past such obvious red flags though his looks tried to deceive you, you finally broke free of his tight grasp and shoved him back a few feet with shaky hands. You kept your hands outstretched in front of you, though you trembled in fear, and spoke in a fake strong voice, “That’s it, Hawks, we’re done, even though there’s nothing really to be done with in the first place. No more dates, no more hanging out, just flat out don’t talk to me ever again, okay? You see me on the street, walk the other way. I sincerely wish you the best with your dating life, but here’s a tip for the next person you seek out, don’t go poking your head into their personal life until you two are more than close. Goodbye, Keigo.” you finished, breaking out into a sprint towards the train station, leaving a flabbergasted Hawks in the dust.

Keigo stood where you had just been and simply stared at your retreating form as you sped off into the night. His eyes glazed over in pure jealousy and rage as his wings poofed up behind him to physically show his anguish. He stood under the buzzing streetlamp for a couple minutes more, processing the information, until he let out a small snicker. His snickering turned into giggling, escalating to laughter, and finally into an uncontrollable hollering. He bent over himself in the fit of insanity and after gulping down the lost air in his lungs as he looked back up to the place where you had previously stood with a menacing glint sparking in his honey-colored eyes.

“(Y/N)’s just...confused...yeah. Yeah! My god, how didn’t I see it before?! I’m such a bad boyfriend! But I can fix this,” Hawks shakily straightened back up and pulled his jacket tighter to himself, smoothing down his ruffled hair and wings, “Yeah, I can fix this.” He concluded to the empty air with a satisfied hum.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), Keigo’s here to save you yet again~,” Hawks’ crazed smile flashed in the night as he flipped down his wind-resistant glasses.

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~ Timeskip to 10 minutes later and we’re with you! ~

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You panted for air as your run slowed into a brisk walk yet again. Now about a half a mile away from the complete psycho you had been with, you felt much safer now than any time you’d ever been around him, pro hero or not. You swiveled around on your feet and looked behind you as you walked down the street backwards, taking careful steps and surveying the area to make sure that weirdo hadn’t followed you. No one behind you on the lonely road, no one hiding in the allies or on the rooftops you could see, and no bird brain flying behind you in the air. It was almost eerie how alone you were but you still smiled, finally free.

“Thank goodness, that was getting awkward. I’ve really gotta stop letting guys with pretty faces fool me into a date.” you huffed to yourself as you remained walking backwards. Pulling out your smartphone from your jacket pocket, you swiped through your device and pushed on the phone app to call your mom to let her know that instead of heading back to your apartment you’d like to spend the night with them, no doubt in your mind that if Hawks was determined enough he probably would have scoped out your place already since ‘heroes have connections’ and all.

As you tried to press the ‘call’ button, you heard the sound of something swiftly cutting through the air behind you but before you had time to react your phone was launched out of your loose grip. You watched as the fast moving object shot and stuck into the ground, having entirely pierced through your phone and the solid cement, rendering the device useless. Nothing but fear raced through your veins as you recognized the weapon as one of Hawks’ scarlet feathers you had happily stroked not so long ago.

Before you could book it once more down the empty street, you felt two strong arms wrap around your arms and torso. You yelped as they constricted around you like a snake wrapping around its prey and began wildly thrashing your legs, trying to wiggle your way out of your captor’s hold. You heard the “hero” sweetly coo in your ear, almost like he was trying to calm a restless baby, and you suddenly felt big gusts of wind push around your body and through your desperate squirming you realized that you were no longer on the ground.

“Relax, baby bird,” Keigo sighed in content as he swung your body up and into his arms, pinning your arms to your side and carrying you like a royal being saved by their knight, “We’re just going back home so you can...calm down a little! You’ve been under such stress lately, haven’t you? That’s probably why you lashed out! I’m so sorry for not noticing sooner, love.” Tears of frustration blurred your vision as your legs thrashed as hard as they could, but nothing could loosen the man’s tense grip.

“Let me go, you...you psychopath!” you screamed out, fast wind whipping past your face as Keigo sped back to your prison.

“Awe~, (Y/N), don’t cry,” Hawks nuzzled your head, a purr rumbling in the back of his throat as one of his feathers brushed away the tears dripping past your cheeks, “Your hero will take care of everything now~!”

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~ The End ~

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[tack-tick]

Technoblade Sometimes Dies

@dreamsmp-au-ideas I wrote a thing based on for the SBI Swap AU. Everyone else check out this blog if you haven’t already. Loads of great ideas on there and the person who runs the blog gives good responses to ideas!

To those who don’t know, basic gist it Tommy swapped with Techno and Philza swapped with Wilbur. This is about the duel to determine L’Manberg’s independence, which doesn’t go well for Techno. If this does well, there’ll probably be a second part.

ao3 link here- https://archiveofourown.org/works/29849562

“Techno, for Twitch’s sake just set a respawn,” Philza said as he gave Techno a small shove towards the bed. Techno sighed as he sat on the bed.

“Really Phil,” he said “You think I’m gonna lose to Dream of all people, I kinda have a motto to keep up”

“Technoblade never dies, I know but,” Philza sighed as he rubbed a hand across his face “Dream is a very skilled fighter, you know that”

Techno shrugged as he got up from the bed and straightened his uniform. The two has cleaned it up as best as they could but the green and white had long since fades after many battles. Techno had already told him he was switching back to wearing his cloak after the war ended. He always said that if there was one thing L’Manberg needed, it was a bit more style.

“Besides, Tommy would never let me hear the end of it,” Techno said with a shudder. Philza chucked at the thought as he checked to make sure he had healing potions on him.

“You ready, mate?” He said as he nodded towards the door. Techno gave him a confident grin and the two walked out.

If Philza had known what was going to happen, then he would’ve just given up L’Manberg’s independence.

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The five members of the L’Manberg squadron marched to the path, each one quiet.

Ranboo was whispering encouragement to Techno, but he seemed more like he was trying to reassure himself rather than the older man. Philza heard Techno say something about making sure he wrote down Techno winning the duel in his memory journal.

Philza could feel Bad giving him worried glances as he whispered with Skeppy about something. He glanced over at Bad to give him a reasssuring smile. Skeppy wasn’t telling any jokes for once. Instead, he kept his hand on his sword handle, ready to pull it out and fight if needed. The five slowed down as they reached the top of the hill, where Dream and his goons were waiting. Dream, George, and Sapnap.

“What’s Eret doing here?” Skeppy hissed. Philza glanced up in surprise. He figured the traitor would rather hide out in their castle than come out and watch. Philza shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that.

“You think I’m gonna win?” Techno said to him as the two left the group and walked to the center “Chat’s already giving me the L”

Philza rolled his eyes. “Tell Chat that Dadza says to shut it” He gave Techno a light pat on the back “It’s time to show Dream the power of The Blood God”

Techno chuckled and gave him a confident grin. “Yeah, blood for The Blood God,” he said. The two stopped in front of Dream. Dream stood with his arms crossed, like a man who had much better things to do.

“I trust you have the potion?” Dream said and Philza wordlessly handed it over. He gave Techno one last glance before he flew to the small hill overlooking the path. The water below was silent and still, like nature itself knew the importance of this duel.

“I will count down from one to ten,” he shouted to the two armies, “Once I get to ten, you both shoot”

Techno and Dream both gave silent nods and turned around. Both were holding their bows casually, like this was just a casual fight and wouldn’t end in someone with one less life.

“One!”

The two each took one pace.

“Two!”

Philza glanced over at their enemies. George and Sapnap looked as arrogant as ever, even though he saw the glint of a healing potion in George’s hands. Eret was glancing back and forth between the sky and the fight. He pulled his red cloak closer to himself. Philza wondered if the traitor felt any guilt, any shame. Well, too late now.

“Three!”

L’Manberg’s side was watching anxiously. Ranboo already had his memory book and quill pulled out and he tapped the quill against the book. Bad has the bandages out and he was crouched, ready to sprint to Techno with them if necessary. Skeppy glared at the SMP forces, especially at Eret. Philza saw Eret whilt a little under the glare. Even though Techno had told them over and over again that he would be fine, both sides knew one thing.

“Four!”

If anyone could beat Techno, it was Dream.

“Five!”

If anyone could beat Dream, it was Techno.

“Six!”

Philza winced as he saw Techno shudder at the sixth pace. He couldn’t see what Dream was doing, but he hoped the potion was affecting him as well. By now, they should both have reached half a heart.

“Seven!”

Philza should have know not to take Techno to the negotiations. He knew that if there was one thing Techno hated, it was losing. He’d already proved that during the potato war. Techno had insisted on coming in case Dream tried anything. Even if Philza could protect himself just fine, thank you very much.

“Eight!”

Techno was muttering something under his breath. Philza could just imagine what Chat was saying at this point. Probably a jumbled up mess of tips and discouragement and E. Philza actually wasn’t sure what would happen to Chat if Techno died. Whether they would be stuck in the void with him or temporarily released out in the world. He hoped they wouldn’t find out.

“Nine!”

Techno gave him one last look and Philza gave him what he hoped was an encouraging smile. Underneath the confident air, he saw just the slightest trace of fear in Techno’s eyes. Like he just now realized what he had gotten himself into. Then, the fear disappeared as Techno looked away and readied his bow. Philza raised his hand at the final pace.

“Ten paces, fire!”

The two warriors both spun around and arrows flew from their bows. Years of fighting and experience were clear in their shots. It was also clear in that they both dodged the shots with ease. Techno’s arrow landed behind Dream and Dream’s arrow was slowly sinking in the water. Techno quickly jumped into the water and started desperately digging in the mud for the arrow.

Techno let out a triumphant yell when he found tha arrow. Philza sighed in relief but then he heard a sharp gasp from Bad. Philza’s eyes widened in horror as he saw that Dream got his arrow first and was aiming it straight at Techno’s back.

Techno wouldn’t see it in time. Philza could only watch, frozen in horror, as Techno spun around to aim.

The cocky grin slipped off his face as the arrow hit his chest with a sickening thump.

“TECHNO!” Philza screamed as he flew towards the water. He heard yells, both of horror and triumph. He heard splashes as the others ran towards them. Philza tried not to look down at the now bloody water. Philza scrambled through the water and sat Techno up. He could already feel tears welling up at the sight of him.

The arrow was sticking out of his chest and Techno’s eyes already looked dead. His clothes had so much, too much blood on them. Techno was looking at the arrow in shock, like if he blinked it would disappear.

“Phil, I don’t think I can, I mean I don’t think he’s going to,” Bad trailed off as he held the bandages limply in his arms.

“There’s got to be something you can do!” Ranboo said as he looked back and forth between Techno and Bad, his eyes flickering from red and green to purple. Philza vaguely heard Skeppy yelling at Dream to stay away. Philza couldn’t focus on them.

Techno was going to lose a life. His son was going to lose a life and it was his fault and he never ever should have-

“D-dad,” Everyone went quiet as Techno tugged on Philza’s sleeve. “I’m...sorry”

“Don’t be sorry,” Philza said with a watery chuckle as he pulled Techno up into a hug and ran his fingers through his hair. Like they used to do back in the old days when Chat was too loud and Philza was the only one Techno would turn to. “You’re gonna be just fine, Bad will fix you up and-“

“Heh, no I’m...not” Techno said as he clutched at Philza’s jacket, “Don’t worry...I’ll come back...soon as I can”

Philza let out a sob as he felt Techno’s chest start to slow down. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-”

“I choose...this” Techno said, his words getting painfully slow, “Won’t regret it...one bit”

“You’ve done such a good job Tech” Philza said, “I’m so proud of you”

“D-dad?” Techno said.

“Yes, son?”

For the first time in years, Philza heard fear in Techno’s voice. “I’m scar-”

And then there was a poof of smoke and Philza was left holding a jacket stained with blood and tears and a golden crown that fell into his lap. Philza was sure he could hear Ranboo crying.

“Oh my goodness Phil,” Bad said as he crouched down beside him and swept him up in a hug. Philza clutched at Techno’s jacket and for a moment everyone was quiet.

Then Philza collapsed into Bad’s arms and let out a heart wrenching cry as he sobbed. As he sobbed for the son who he was supposed to protect.

Philza sobbed and all Bad could do was hug him even tighter.

Philza wasn’t a general mourning the loss of his country. Philza was just a father who had done one of the worst things a father could do.

Leave their child behind.

[starryfreckles]

Flavie and Ayumi Live (26 mai 2020 on YouTube francetv slash) 

Translation/Summary -

(I apologise in advance for the typos. i didnt really read this over tbh)

Interviewer: Where are you at the moment?

Flav: I’m at home, in my room

Ayumi: I’m at my country house in my room. [Her friend joined her there when deconfinement happen and now they’re living their best life. There’s sun and everything is good]

Flav is chilling “la vida loca” she says

Is it not too frustrating to live this 6th season in confinement and SKAM France has a reputation of having very involved fans and with the screenings?

A: Yes, its very frustrating but then again it’s something that I haven’t really lived the projections with the fans so I dont know what it does. But just the feedback of social media is incredible. Its a good preview at what can happen in a live screening.

F: Yea I agree. It is frustrating but seeing everyone on social media is kind of reassuring and comforting and like Ayumi said, we dont know that [the screenings] so its not that frustrating.

what kind of reactions have you guys had on social media?

[flav and ayumi arguing who goes first. Its the cutest thing ever. Flav always wants ayumi to go first]

A: Just love and positivity. On my end is really incredible. I thank everyone. It’s really just incredible.

F: Its so wonderful. At night, I really try to read all the dms on instagram and even if I cant respond to everyone, know that I read everything and I translate everything that isn’t in French. If I  were to reply to everyone, it would take a long time so that’s not possible. I dont speak all the languages of the world so I copy and paste is translate to understand.

-video cuts out-

I: we were talking about fan reactions so let’s continue. Have you gotten any that made you surprised, laugh, smile, made you emotional, etc?

A: what is beautiful is that ive gotten many messages from girls and boys who said that they had similar a similar relationship to Lola and Maya in the sense that one helps the other more because of addiction problems. And that’s always nice to hear that they just wanted to thank skam for writing and portraying this kind of story. And of course the reaction of la mif. It’s true the character Jo has been loved by fans. She is so funny and so great and she’s [actress who plays jo, louise] really like that in real life. Like literally from A to Z

Flav agrees.

A: “Louise just played Louise” and it’s just so funny. And everyone online says they want to be friends with jo becuase she made this joke pr did that but she’s really like that.

F: she’s always joking

A: and she just comes up with stuff on the spot

I: we really just can’t wait to see La Mif reunite and see how they are in real life because they are just awesome on screen.

Flav and ayumi agree

I: Maya’s arrival to the season that was a little intense, let’s not lie, is like a ray of light. What does that do to you for having that role of the character who brings light and wonder? (This is kinda hard to translate)

A: its incredible to bring that kind of message, like you said, this light. She is totally this kind of girl that I would love to be friend with. It’s hard to explain. It’s just so beautiful. Maybe flav has something to say.

F: it’s true that you and La Mif brought a light for everyone. Even me when I see my family and close ones they say that they are so funny and new and that they felt my pain [as lola] even if its a show and its feels weird to see you like that because you’re close to us but seeing them [lola + la mif] is a good mix. And ayumi you bring so much like when your face lights up when Lola comes up the stairs its incredible.

A: its a chemical reaction. Its incredible. But flav I saw you on screen and everything that you brought, what David saw. And we lived it but for us it seems natural and on screen and rediscovered the characters and the chemistry at the same time as everyone else.

Flav and Ayumi saying that they havent seen the whole thing before hand and are constantly check their phone for new clips. They have the notifications for the YouTube channel.

F: we at least have the hours for the clips AT LEASTT and thankfully

A: which flav sent me because I didnt have them and she left me panicked for 2 weeks and then she finally sent them over.

F: its great. They’re on my fridge and I cross off each day with my parents and we are one it. My dad everyday is like there’s a clip. So funny.

I: Just so we’re on the same page, there’s a clip today right?

I: [fan question] what do you love the most and the least in the character you play?

A: flav please start

F: I love her “who the fuck are you talking to me like that” and her fuck you attitude. I love that she shows off that nothing moves her but deep down not really, like everyone I guess. I love that about her and she’s so natural. I love her, I really love her. Something negative. That’s hard.

I: you are a very happy, bubbly person. Is there not her depressed, dark side that bothers you?

F: well lola is just full of emotions where we’re going to see everything. But really what I dont like is her fashion sense.

A: im dead. But I was going to say the same thing

F: maya’s fashion sense? You are crazy. And also girl it’s your clothes they used as costumes

A: no no but people have made edits with you know the big pink coat or my outfit at the supermarket and its there that I realised how ridiculous even if they not really.

F: well I think theyre great. Love the pink coat

A: ill send it to you with fedex. I dont have it but ill send it to you.

F: when we were doing costume fittings I told the costume designer that it was simple and that I would be stealing all of these looks. Im going to take a suitcase, im going to take ayumi’s clothes, put them in my suitcase and go back to Vance with them. And I took nothing from lola by the way. She just doesn’t have a style. She doesn’t neglect herself but its her I dont care attitude, again.

A; I love maya’s engagement and her will towards everything and everyone. Shes a teenager but that’s beautiful to be engaged in many causes. She just really wants everyone, her friends, to be well and happy. But otherwise things I dont like outside of her clothes I dont know. Clothes is like the best answer

F: you forgot about her makeup. The makeup artist did her eyeliner and dots under the eyes and I was there like do the same thing with me!

A: that is really the best thing in all of humanity. It was so cool.

F: honestly. The makeup artist gave everything on you but on me she went in the morning like poof poof ‘well that’s it honey, there’s nothing else I can do for you’

A: you forgot the drama hair!

F: oh my god. She would pour oils and everything you want on my head. “You could like cook French fries”

A: flavie says that but you know she can wear whatever she wants and still look good

F: awe I love you

I: Did the age difference between you hinder your ability to be friends?

A: no not at all. What do you think flav?

F: not at all. Im just the baby of the group, im the youngest but we all so dumb together that we don’t realise

A: exactly. We all act like we’re 7

F: all of us together is horrible. The whole mif. Intolerable.

I: how was youre guy’s first meet?

F: ok let me tell you from my point of view because its quite funny.

A: she was so annoying. She looked at me all weird. she was not cool No that’s not true at all. She was adorable. Trop cute

F: I arrive to the production offices and im with David signing contracts and he says don’t move I have a surprise. And im like oh no what has he brought me a croissant or something and he brings back ayumi. So we start talking for like 10 minutes and I did not who she was actually. And I was like who tf is this. I did not know. And im one point im like so she’s the one who plays Maya? It was so funny. It was cool. And then he brought Maxence

A: from my point of view, flavie was so shy and locked off. And I knew who she was and I was honoured and thrill. She was so small and closed off. But honestly NOT AT ALL. i quickly understood the next day that flavie is a bomb! You understand ?

F: at first maybe you were like “I just want to protect this little thing.”

I: so what was the first scene that you guys filmed together?

Ayumi makes it clear that it’s a scene that hasn’t been released yet. And Flavie can’t remember what it is.

A: flav, you are putting our whole relationship in question!

F: I just dont know!

A: ok but the second scene we did together was the scene of Saturday morning after the first urban party

F: OHHH you right! I remember now!

I: but that’s a great scene that fans loved because of the chemistry and people loved it. How did you create that complexity? Was it the writing or did you try to meet up on your own?

F: honestly, not that much because the problem is that I live in Vance. We really tried to see each other but trains made it difficult to see each other just us two, but it still worked somehow. We worked a lot with David but not so much just us too and yet we still manage to create something really strong and powerful.

A: in between scenes we also just talked all the freaking time. And by the time David said action, it was like we just finishing our conversation in the scene.

F: every morning we were always happy to see each other and we didn’t see each other that much but that honestly wasn’t a problem at all.

I: in the YouTube comments, everyone is slightly making fun of flavie for living so “far”

A: [also starts making fun of flavie] oh yea yea basically 45 minutes.

F: BY TRAIN! By car its like 2 hours and a half, so sorry.

A: you don’t even have a driver license! So you have to take the train!

F: alright I almost have my drivers license! Soon supposedly! And don’t worry ill come pick you up in my ride!

Ayumi makes more fun of Flavie for her hours of driving and her basically driving illegally (in France you can only drive at 18 and flav is 17)

I: what was the most difficult scene to film for you?

F: well im not gonna answer. I can’t answer

A: honestly I dont have any. Oh wait yes yes yes! I just remembered. Flav you do know! It’s the scene where I tell you that ive missed you.

F: oh right! You were sick right!

A: yea I had shrimp for lunch. Bad shrimp and in the scene im in process of dying. I have never been in more pain and discomfort.

F: and I was like why is she angry at me? What did I do?

A: and flav is like are you okay and thank god you were there flav because she was telling me breathe and take it slow. It was the difficult

F: for me the most difficult that we’ve seen is was hard because of weather conditions. It was so cold on the whole set but it was the one where we were around the fire and jo sees eliott for the first time, the first urbex party. We were getting fire embers in our eyes so we were all crying and complaining. It was awful. Louise was actually crying so so hard.

A: it was so funny. Louise was actually crying and was joking at the same time whilst crying. We were laughing so hard.

The say that night was still a lot of fun and then they all went to Quentin’s apartment [actor who plays sekou] and the ambiance on set is better than on screen. It was a lot of fun

A: la mif always has a great time, messing around

F: David would say “FOCUS FOCUS”

I: it was mid November, and we all know skam france shooting is very intense and fast. So David was like a police officers. We cant wait to see the behind the scenes. David in the comments says thank you to all the extras who were there until 4am

F:  oh yea honestly. Thank you– just thank you

A: oh yea flav thanks for that. Its great.

I: we know there’s a clip today with a reunion. And fans are expecting a kiss. Are we getting that moment today?

(Silence)

A: listen if there is a kiss, it will happen at a perfect moment

I: there is a lot of pressure on this kiss becuase there are so many people from the LGBTQ+ community who are saying that this kind of relationship is rarely seen on screen. Do you feel the need to do good?

F: its so well written and directed that we do want to do really well. Ok your turn

A: the want to do good, of crows but its already something we want to do. We are not forcing ourselves, because its already there.

They say that its sad for the time being that they have to continue to fight for rights in the LGBTQ community and Ayumi says that with SKAM its all going to change. They always get lovely messages thanking them.

They talk about the ship name and how fans have decided that is going to be Mayla. Ayumi is happy that its Mayla. Flav wanted Loyla. Ayumi says it was their first “fight” and they weren’t agreeing. Even la mif voted on the ship. It was heavily debated.

I: Are we right to have so much faith in Mayla or are you going to break our hearts?

F: for that you’ll have to keep watching

A: well said flav

F: l’amour gange toujours

I: what is next for you two?

F: not much. Im seeing friends at a distant. Stay safe. I was starting to miss my social life. Not going out too much because I really dont want to get “this vicious/awful thing” so yea “la vida loca”

F: project wise everything is on pause but im on a good path. Crossing my fingers. If it happens it happens. Its destiny

A: its destiny. Same thing. There was a movie that stopped before quarantine and won’t start again but there are castings. Until filming starts again, we are all waiting.

I: it’s funny, everything something is said, it gets translated in the comments in five or six languages. Have you taken something from your character and have you left them something?

A: her joy to live at everything. And give her my body to just exist

F: what I took, well nothing. I gave her 7kg more. Well actually I took from her 7kg. That’s it!

I: who forgets their lines the most?

F: ME! But you too kinda. You just talk SOOO fast you start to stutter

A: I talk too fast and then I stutter and it was so cold that that doesn’t help. So in front of flavie, she really made fun of me.

F: I didnt always forget but sometimes when its really long I forgot.

[feeling--pink]

Are y’all ever just reading a fanfiction and then you want to draw something from said fanfiction but then the characters are aged up in the fanfic so you have to design their age ups?? Yeah me too.

Okay okay okay but I have explanations for like 90% of my choices but I didn't want to take up any more space on your dash so those are under the cut if your interested!! :D

~

By the way it took me an entire day and then some to make these, can you believe that?

I don’t know why I’m asking it’s true

Onto the actual thing!!!!

Right off the bat they ALL have friendship bracelets because they're all friends!! 

Those who weren't at the sleepover got their’s at some point 

idk it’s important to me that they're all friends :(

Also fun fact I totally unintentionally drew almost all of these to scale

And by that I mean when I hold them up to one another, the people I think of as shorter are actually shorter!! It’s very interesting

Well at least to me 

I think there’s a better word than scale but I can’t think of one so therefore I'm just going to keep using it!

More on that in the individual ones

Huey

Look I’m soft for the idea of Huey in a sweater vest

Also he stole this look directly from Webby

Except for the skirt

Because “Skirts are for special occasions” -Huey Duck, at some point

Am I implying that Huey would wear a skirt? 

Yes. Yes I am. 

I hope y’all read that in Phineas’s voice 

Speaking of Phineas, what if I do another crossover thing?? 

Okay that’s off topic I’ll move on 

Older Sibling Culture is being shorter than your younger siblings (I would know)

So naturally Huey’s the shortest of the Duck triplets haha

Dewey 

Also known as Dewey “My hair poof technically makes me taller than you” Duck

But on his own he’s the tallest Duck triplet if I’m following my scale 

Which I am!!

I don’t have much to say here I like the idea that he has the jacket tied around his waist

Plus it has ✨Pockets✨

What’s in there?? It’s a ~mystery~

Nah it’s just a granola bar 

Oh yeah and I wasn’t feeling the vibrant blue that's on his shirt for his younger self

So I made his jacket a more navy blue instead

I meant to give him like converse or something too but then I forgot- 

Louie

I found this outfit on an outfit meme!! 

I thought it was cool and had no ideas for Louie so he got this one

Louie needs an interphase of business casual before y’all give him a suit jacket as an adult, this is my compromise!! 

Also I see y’all with giving older Louie Scrooge’s check tufts

I’m not immune to propaganda, so he gets a little fluff there for now!! 

hahaha propaganda I know I could word that better but it’s funny

Also before you ask I don’t know what his pose is either

I don't choose the pose they just come out that way

Webby

Not gonna lie shes kinda wearing my dream outfit

I don’t know what to tell y’all suspenders and skirts are my favorite things on the planet

Not that I have any suspenders (sigh)

Also I like the idea of long hair Webby!!

I’ll draw her and Violet with their hair down eventually :P

Oh yeah she’s a little off scale

By that I mean 13 year old Webby is a little too short

Sigh, what can you do?

She’s also taller than Huey by the way hehe

But she’s shorter than Louie so she’s still short

Lena

My goal was plain and simple: Make Lena look like a Giant Lesbian 

I hope I succeeded!! 

I don’t know how much more Lesbian I can go since I already have a hawaiian style shirt, cuffed jeans, and stompy boots

Also she gets one more hair wave to show that Time Has Passed

I have said this before but there no WAY Lena doesn’t draw and paint and stuff I get way too many vibes

So she gets a paint splatter thing on her jeans :)

I was just going to keep the pink hair originally but then I realized I didn’t have enough of that nice turquoise 

So I put it in her hair

You can still see a little bit of pink though!!

Therefore her hair makes up half of a trans flag

Do what you will with that 

She’s the second tallest but that’s only because she’s older

It’s Dewey’s personal goal to grow taller than her as fast as humanly (duckly??) possible 

Yeah she’s actually pretty short by standard though

Speaking of age,

I KNOW the rest jump up in age by three (3) years

But writing that Lena would technically be 18 was cursed so we’re going to pretend the birthdays work out so she’s still 17

Can I check if the birthdays actually work out? Of course. Am I going to? No I’m busy drawing and making terrible jokes.

Boyd

Wait a second

We’ve established that Huey is coming for Webby’s style

Now Boyd has an oversized sweater over a dress shirt.......

Boyd is coming for Lena’s style :0

Oh and he kinda looks like Blathers too

I guess you could say he’s hitting two birds with one stone :DD

(Please laugh I tried so hard with that joke)

Another dream outfit tbh

Listen I just want to look like a giant nerd 

That’s off topic again

Boyd is the actual shortest of the group!!

But not by a lot

Huey says Boyd doesn't count because he’s younger

Speaking of age (part 2)

Technically speaking Boyd isn’t 14 years old

What I really mean by that is that he appears to be 14 years old

I don't know, robot logic

Violet

I had no plans so I just went for Librarian vibes

I know that the way Violet’s outfit in the show is presented so that the colors match up with the colors on a Violet Sabrewing hummingbird

But I really didn’t want to make her skirt black so heck that

She’s also officially the tallest of the group!!

Dewey also wants to overtake her in height (but he won't hehe)

I just get tall vibes from her I don't know what to tell y'all 

Gosalyn 

This is my second time ever drawing Gosalyn and my first time on paper

So that’s fun

Anyways, gave our girl the bisexual haircut

And I didn’t give Lena any flannel so we carried that over to Gosalyn 

Also converse just cause 

She’s in-between Louie and Dewey for height by the way!

As for the regular outfit

On the poster I can't really see how the neckline works for her jacket so I just make it look like a letterman jacket

I thought about making it a hoodie but I already gave her older self a hoodie so I didn’t :P

Ugh what a terrible note to leave this on but I don't have anything else for her

That’s it!! Hope some of you found it interesting or something!! 

[dansiere]

—    BASICS.

▸     IS    YOUR    MUSE    TALL    /    SHORT    /    AVERAGE ? Pearl stands at 5′10″ (178 cm) which renders her rather tall whenever compared to most women/humans in general. However, compared to most Gems she seems of average height. After all, she is easily dwarfed by Gems that stand higher in Homeworld’s hierarchy such as quartzes, jaspers, agates, bismuth, or, most strikingly diamonds. There are some exceptions, however. Pearl (i.e) towers over most peridots, lapis, sapphires, larimar and rubies. 

▸      ARE    THEY    OKAY    WITH    THEIR    HEIGHT ? She is not necessarily bothered by it but isn’t too fond of it either. Pearl is rather self-conscious about her appearance, given how much of it is linked to her status as former servant. The underlying discomfort notwithstanding; similar to her age, her height is but a number to her. 

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ? Predominantly peach in colour, it can be considered orange from time to time [you may call her a ginger]. It’s relatively short & cut in a pixie cut at the front while styled up in the back. It reaches slightly beneath chin-length when wet but usually keeps its form due to well, Gem magic. Pearl used to wear a messier version of her standard hairstyle in her “youth”; indeed, during the war, she proudly donned a more “wild” look to complement her status as a renegade, whereas her hairstyle during her days spent in servitude featured a ‘rosebud’ kind of cut. Shortly after Rose’s death & Steven’s birth, Pearl eventually donned a very tidy & clean-cut look [for reasons that I will elude on further below]; no hair is allowed to pop out of its place. -- her hair itself is surprisingly soft & fluffy to the touch. 

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ? Sadly, yes. She does not need to tend to her form per se but does so anyway in order to keep up a flawless & orderly appearance at any given time. -- however, ever since CYM, Pearl has gradually become more laid-back again & thus donned a messier hairstyle more reminiscent of the one worn during the war.

▸      DOES   YOUR   MUSE   CARE   ABOUT   THEIR   APPEARANCE   /   WHAT    OTHERS    THINK ? Absolutely, yes. While she will never admit it, Pearl is very, very self-conscious out of various reasons (one being her abysmal self-esteem). Never one to bring up physical attributes (why, in theory, she does not necessarily believe that she has much to offer in that regard. Her body is a hardlight projection & she perceives it as such), she is nonetheless hyperaware of what exactly her appearance entails. Pearls are designed to look "pretty” & are EASILY recognized based on their lanky & delicate built (i.e their noses, slim & rather ‘androgynous’ physique, posture, voice, & even more ‘individual’ traits such as hairstyle or the colour of their clothes). Needless to say, the fact that she possesses the physical traits of a pearl will always mark her as something or someone ‘special’ in a negative sense; more an object than a person, to be exact. Due to that, she has been changing her form quite often in the past, always trying her utmost to go against any classically pearl-esque trait.

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS    OR    OUTDOORS ?  both ▸     RAIN   OR    SUNSHINE ?  sunshine, though she is fascinated by Earth’s weather in general. ▸     FOREST    OR    BEACH ?  again, both even though she has a preference for the beach due to basically having lived right next to one for approx. 5000 years. ▸     PRECIOUS    METALS  OR    GEMS ?  ... hm. Swords. ▸     FLOWERS    OR    PERFUMES ?  flowers by a long shot. ▸     PERSONALITY  OR    APPEARANCE ? personality; though admittedly, she developed quite the type regarding appearance. It is canon that most of her ‘flings’ resembled Rose.   ▸     BEING    ALONE    OR    BEING    IN    A    CROWD ?  being in a crowd; she feels at unease in both cases but loneliness is something she is absolutely terrified of (she is prone to self-isolation during or after a breakdown, however: partially out of the desire to punish herself); Pearl is someone who needs people around her, preferably two. She may retreat to her room rather often or like to sit outside on her own but she only feels truly at ease whenever Garnet, Rose / Steven & Amethyst are in her proximity. ▸     ORDER    OR    ANARCHY ?  order, without a doubt. Her younger self was certainly more fond of anarchy, however. It is also important to state that she sometimes WISHES she could simply solve her problems in a duel again; after all, to her, as a fan of logic, fighting is less stressful than dealing with her emotions. ▸     PAINFUL    TRUTHS    OR   WHITE    LIES ?  white lies., without a doubt. Pearl is an excellent liar; not necessarily by choice but... well. She is fairly good at twisting words. ▸     SCIENCE    OR    MAGIC ?  science. ▸     PEACE    OR    CONFLICT ?  another quite difficult choice; while she fights for peace, conflict is where she thrives. It is one of those ironic cases in which a person defines or rather defined herself by participating in a war & for Pearl the war was ... well, detrimental to her identity. She romanticizes it to NO END. ▸     NIGHT    OR    DAY ?  both; it does not make much of a difference to her in the end. She might prefer night time simply because she loves to stargaze but well. She is fond of the sun too. ▸     DUSK    OR   DAWN ?  dawn; Pearl loves watching the sun rise. ▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ?  again, it makes no difference. Pearl cannot feel either. ▸     MANY   ACQUAINTANCES    OR    A    FEW    CLOSE    FRIENDS ?  few close friends; as I stated earlier, she needs people around her because she cannot really be alone. That urge notwithstanding, Pearl is a very introverted person who struggles with social norms; in fact, she often forces herself to socialize to a ridiculous degree. In SU:Future, she is constantly trying to meet new people that are capable of a) giving her the validation she requires, b) still fill the hole that Rose left & c) to distract herself from whatever uncomfortable thoughts are on her mind post-CYM. Her prime focus remains the Crystal Gems, but it is safe to say that she is lowkey trying to emulate an environment she revelled in during war times; she likes to be admired by people since it gives her confidence & stability. -- there is a reason why she calls her human acquaintances “her fanclub”. ▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?  reading; she loves games that include strategic thinking or logic in general, however. Or anything that allows her to ramble on & on about topics of interest.

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS ? She is a nervous wreck; a mess. Pearl’s biggest issue is her inability to let go of the past or deal with her emotions in a healthy way. Her tons of personal growth notwithstanding, she is fond of white lies & emotional self-destruction. While she is usually selfless by nature, most of her rather reckless actions have proven to be quite damaging to those around her (i.e. Garnet, Amethyst, Steven & even herself). Pearl is furthermore emotionally unstable & spins out of control hard & fast, is prone to extreme jealousy, possessiveness & obsession may it be with Rose or details/symmetry, what if’s & cleanliness as such. Pearl is quick to judge, over-protective, terribly patronizing at times (even though she does not mean to be), incredibly controlling & just “does too much” whenever pushed. She is also fond of blaming herself in quite the fatal way & lives “inside her head” way too much. Low-self esteem & lack of confidence leads to her lashing out rather than handling situations in a calm manner; while appearing steady & being quite the strategist, she can turn into a bundle of nerves within a second, usually yielding to hysteria & knee-jerk reactions that do more harm than good. -- she means well & she is a very loving/caring person who has her heart in the right place but sometimes she just... messes up. After all, she never truly had the time to deal with her own myriad of trauma & it shows. 

▸      HAS    YOUR    MUSE    LOST    ANYONE    CLOSE    TO    THEM ?      HOW    HAS    IT    AFFECTED    THEM ? Yes, her partner/lover Rose Quartz. It is a loss that is still haunting her 16 years after the other’s death; needless to say, she did not handle it well at all. While she knew that Rose would die to give birth to Steven (mainly due to her having been told in advance / her suspecting so after Rose fell in love with Greg), Pearl held on to the thought of her ‘changing her mind’ until the very end. When the time came, Pearl utterly collapsed. She spent the first few months in utter self-isolation (either sitting next to Rose’s statue at the fountain or in her room, laying on her back & staring at the wall / ceiling or knees to her chest), barely speaking to anyone; the very mention of Rose or Steven made her burst into tears. It went so far that she... basically tried to shatter herself after around six months. Pearl was, however, stopped by Garnet who showed herl a future in which Steven would come to grow & live alongside them, just how Rose had wanted it to be. Pearl still poofed herself but emerged later with a changed form, apologizing for her behaviour & swearing to never try something that selfish ever again.

     Her newfound hope notwithstanding; coercing herself to function normally (after just a year) despite her looming agony put a serious strain on her & most of her already damaged relationships to the other two remaining Crystal Gems. She stopped confiding in Garnet, & her relationship to Amethyst broke apart; she was moody, screamed at the others, ran away, lost focus during missions which eventually endangered the life of her comrades & her own. She got poofed several times & as a consequence took longer to regenerate up until the point were she got more & more lethargic, volatile & eventually depressed with no drive, trying her utmost to function via hyperfixating on Steven. Additionally, she (i.e) developed a neurosis & a serious obsession with cleanliness & details as a consequence, busying herself with her role as Steven’s caretaker & housekeeping duties, with Garnet serving as her rock in her weakest & most volatile moments. -- she eventually managed to make the conscious decision to move on around Steven’s 15th birthday & has been working on herself ever since. Needless to say, it is a slow progress.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    FOND    MEMORIES    YOUR    MUSE    HAS ?   Most of Pearl’s happy memories pivot around pretty much everything that happened during the Gem War, with a heavy focus on whatever Rose & her did together. -- one of the most striking experiences she told Steven about was the discovery of the Lunar Blossom Grove that ended with her & Rose “dancing all night” in a pause between several battles, or the time she sat on top of a cliff above Strawberry Fields, where Rose & her made the promise to stay on Earth & spend their future together. Other happy memories include heroic battles alongside Garnet & Bismuth, fusions between her & Rose or discovering Earth’s beauty. She has thousands of memories that go into the same direction which she will fondly talk about whenever asked. 

▸     IS    IT    EASY    FOR    YOUR    MUSE    TO    KILL ? Yes. She is a veteran who fought in a thousand-year war for Earth’s independence. She shattered & poofed various Gems; efficient, precise & took no risks. 

▸      WHAT’S    IT    LIKE    WHEN    YOUR    MUSE    BREAKS    DOWN ? Oh, it’s ugly. She gets very emotional (hysterical, almost); a lot of tears, a lot of balled fists & screaming. In the worst cases, she gets aggressive, vocal, & even physical from time to time. She will punch walls, shatter objects, run her hands through her hair. She will lash out, say things that HURT & won’t apologize either. Most part of the time, Pearl runs off whenever it is too much. When alone, she will usually collapse & cry until she can’t no more. After that follows a period of her staying silent for hours. -- sometimes she calms down & pretends nothing ever happened or tries to make up for her actions by doing favours for those she has hurt.

▸      IS    YOUR    MUSE    CAPABLE    OF    TRUSTING    SOMEONE    WITH    THEIR    LIFE ?

Partially yes, partially no. Pearl does not value her life as much as she should. The only person she ever blindly trusted was Rose & even that came around to bite her in the end. She trusts Garnet to always have her back & watch over her, while she herself considers Steven & Amethyst people she ought to protect. -- however, Pearl is the type to willingly throw herself off a cliff almost immediately if it will spare someone she loves from an untimely end.

▸      WHAT’S    YOUR    MUSE    LIKE    WHEN    THEY’RE    IN    LOVE ? Pearl is an extremely romantic person; usually very physical & devoted, she will go miles for her s.o (imagine every romance movie cliche ever & you may get a good idea of how she will behave). Rather old fashioned, she is the kind of person that writes love letters or poetry; the kind that takes her s.o. to secluded places to spend the night with dancing under the stars, bring flowers or wine & simply take the time to make her s.o. feel loved. She is passionate through & through; her love is the yearning kind, extremely loyal, thoughtful, and all-consuming. Why, if Pearl falls for someone, she falls very, very hard.

tagged by : @foxcharmed, expect a letter from my lawyer soon. This meme came for me. tagging :  @reantte, @huntershowl, @kissafist, @ndeavor, @spiraledheart, @spnel, @carvedbones, @handspoken, & @enshijou.

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Operation Miroh | Stray Kids Mafia! Au ~ Chapter 5

~Masterlist~

Chapters: 0.1, 0.2, 0.3, 0.4, 0.5, 0.6, 0.7, 0.8, 0.9

1 , 2 , 3 , 4

Mission Briefing

Location: Civilized Countryside

Weather: Clear

Date: 20XX 

Time of Day : Morning

Mission Objective: Gather info

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan

“So talk to me,” Chan stated while swinging around in his chair facing you. “What is it that you hope to find?”

“Come on, Channie~ You’re a big boy, you know what I’m trying to find,” you smirked at him.

Chan threw his head back as a groan left his lips. “So you want to find the people that poofed out of thin air.”

“Yes, but no, but kinda yea,” you shrugged.

“Nice,” Chan swung back around to his laptop, he grasped his water bottle on the desk. Popping the cap open, he took a swig of the liquid with the plastic crinkling under his hand.

“Channie~ Come with meeee, ” you begged. “Please, daddy.”

Chan choked on the liquid he was drinking. He doubled forwards as he tried to cough out the liquid, the water going everywhere.

“God damn it, now you got my laptop wet,” Chan scolded. Chan pulled on the sleeve of his sweater as he wiped away on his laptop screen and dabbed at the keyboard. Chan slumped back into his seat as he let out a loud sigh. He turned back around just to toss the almost empty bottle at you, the bottle bouncing pathetically off your forehead.

“Why are you like this?” Chan sighed. 

You giggled in response. 

”Fine,” Chan gave in. You nodded at him turning to leave. 

“Go talk to Woojin, yea? He was worried about you. I’ll meet you at the entrance...” Chan paused. “Babygirl.”

You tripped over feet, your waist banged ungracefully against the doorknob.

~~~~

You can feel your heart rapidly beating in your chest as anxiety ate through your mental thoughts. Your stomach dropped so low, it felt as if it is resting at your feet. Loud muffling sounds of your heart beating resonated throughout your ears. Your hands were clenched in front of you within your sweater paws, your blunt nails dug into your perspiring palms. 

You stood outside in the quiet hallway staring at the dull painted grey door of Woojin’s room. Many thoughts were running through your head. Thoughts of what could go wrong, Woojin’s disappointment in you, thoughts of figuring out what to say and just making up excuses of why talking to Woojin would be a bad idea. Your thoughts were interrupted as Chan passed you in the hallway. The Aussie grabbed ahold of your hand squeezing it gently in encouragement. He shook your hand lightly as he pulled away waving at you slightly with a small smile on his lips.

You sighed to yourself as you turn back towards the door. You raised your knuckles to knock gently on the door. The three small knocks you made seemed to echo loudly in your ears and your hearing once again was filled with your heartbeat. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you hear the lock become undone with a soft click. The door opened slowly to reveal Kim Woojin himself.

He had a slight bedhead and was wearing a simple silk dress shirt and some shorts. Both his knees were heavily covered in gauze and held together with simple medical tape. You can see the dabbles of red from the blood seeping through. It seems Woojin never checked in with Hyunjin for the post mission check up, or else his knees would look as smooth and supple as if the skin was never scraped off by the dirt and rocks that day. Not that you would be able to see his knees if Hyunjin did treat it, Woojin did dress professionally with long pants anyway.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word upon sight of him. The lump of your throat crawled back up as you find it difficult to keep your composure. Woojin, the always attentive one, sensed your discourse so he pulled you into his embrace as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out.

He pulled back slightly with his hands resting on your waist. His face held a look of bewilderment. 

“Sorry?” he breathed out.

“I let you down, I ruined the mission for us. I know you have some pride behind your perfectly clean and executed missions,” you rambled, knowing how the Stray Kids members like to grief each other depending on how badly they fuck up their missions.

“You act as if I keep track. Things happens. Nothing is as simple as from point A to point B. You needn’t apologise, there was no way for you to have known that that man would interfere. In fact, I should be the one to apologise-”

“What? Why you?” you interrupted.

“Let me finish, you were the one who had a bullet embedded into your shoulder. All I got were scraped knees. I’m not Jisung or Jeongin or Hyunjin, there was no way for me to get up and over that wall. If only I was faster, I could’ve protected you,” his voice trailed off as he held your smaller hands within his much larger ones.

“Woojin,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to you. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck as he held you tightly, giving you his signature bear hug.

“Go get ‘em, cub,” Woojin whispered into your ear.

~~~~

You headed towards the entrance and lo and behold, Chan was already there typing away with his laptop.

“Why did you bring your laptop?” you snickered at him.

“Sorry sorry,” he shrugged. “Give me a sec.”

“One,”

“Ok, wise guy,” Chan seethed.

You took this opportunity to examine Chan from head to toe. His blond curls had been freed from his beanie, in fact you can’t really call them curls at the moment. It seemed to be straightened and styled with a lavender streak on his bangs.

“Why the fuck is your hair purple?”

Chan merely shrugged in response.

Chan was also donning a neon orange hoodie. You can see a plain white tee sticking out from under it. Over the hoodie, he wore a long sleeved black jacket zipped up over it with simple brown sweats and black high tops.

“You’re really wearing neon orange in a countryside?”

Chan shrugged off your response once more.

“What are you even doing?” you asked wondering why he’s still fiddling with his laptop.

“Don’t ask questions you’re not ready to hear the answer to.”

~

Chan and you were both sitting atop the hill under the shade of the tree. 

“So what do we do, Channie?” you asked leaning your head on his shoulder.

Chan was still typing away on his laptop. This man decided to bring it along.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because...you’re the leader?” you squinted at him.

“Your mission,” he stated as a matter of fact. “You’re the one who wanted to come back.”

“...”

“What do you hope to accomplish?”

“I know we’re close to finding out where the people are disappearing to. I have a feeling there will be others that will disappear. We just need to find them.”

“Ok,” Chan stood up with his eyes still glued to his laptop screen.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to check out the bakery,” Chan merely replied.

“Why?”

“Inventory…?” Chan seemed to be at a loss of words. “I wanted to have all the nitty gritty details all jotted down.”

You groaned in frustration.

~

You were currently situated on a bench after being royally ditched by Chan. You felt as if you might as well have gone on this mission on your own. Your eyes were analyzing every passerby closely examining their face for anything out of place: a fidget, wandering eyes, people working up a cold sweat. Just anything that would arouse suspicion.

Suddenly your eyes caught sight of someone, a woman. It was a very particular woman. Everyone in this village lived in false peace with the heavy atmosphere of impending doom. Nobody knows when the government will come for them, nobody knows when the government will do another “cleansing.” Everyone was tense and not many words are exchanged. People often huddle together reveling in the small hope of strength in numbers even if they don’t converse. This woman however, was walking on her own. Not part of any wandering group, but with a small, but most definite smile plastered on her face. 

Perfect. The way you envisioned things were finally falling into motion.

You stood up from your seat as you joined a passerby group of people and proceeded to tail the woman. The woman walked tall with her chin up. She oozes confidence, but why? She walks as if she struck gold. You continued trekking forward even with the group you were in turning at the intersection.

 You continued to follow the woman. You were getting concerned how the street lessened with people the further you followed her. You were quickly losing opportunities to hide if the woman were to turn around. You prayed to yourself she wouldn’t turn arou- FUCK. You quickly slid behind a small staircase curling up into a ball hiding your small frame behind the concrete steps as the woman turned around. You carefully peeked at her through a small gap between the wood railing and the bricks of the steps. 

She stood still in the middle of the street as confusion went through her features. Poor thing, the people have developed a sixth sense of knowing when they are followed as a result of the world they are currently living in. She looked around paranoid as you ducked your head back down in case she spots you. She turned and started picking up a brisk pace. You get up quickly noticing her rapidly moving away from you. You tried to follow her with a light jog, but you knew you were screwed with all the buildings huddled up too close together with a wood fence blocking off every alleyway. You were left with no place to hide if she were to turn around.

You stopped by a convenient fruit stand and began grabbing at the fruits there trying to look as natural as possible. It was hard to blend in when there is a lack of people. You wanted to follow by rooftops but it would make you no better than the dumb squirrel, Han Jisung. Seeing as you didn’t really have a choice if you wanted to remain incognito and seeing how the woman was getting further away, you quickly scaled up the building you were at using the fruit stand as a mantle. 

You quickly followed on the rooftops keeping the woman within your line of sight. She walked with a slight skip in her step as she approached the North gate. However, something was wrong. The other escorts approached the woman. They were previously stood before some sort of cart. It looked more like a cage for animals and it didn’t look like that woman was alone. Within the cage were more people, each of them chained up. The woman acted casual, enthusiastic even. She practically walked to the men with open arms. She lifted her arms up willingly. Not from fear. Not from force, but free will. The men took no time chaining her up. You cursed under your breath as you quickly free ran over the rooftops trying to reach the North gate. 

You managed to climb up to the wall surrounding the village and made your way quickly to the top of the large gateway. You quickly jumped right off without much thought and landing on one of the men, deeply embedding your knife into his neck. The other men jumped in reaction. You shifted your weight fully onto your hind feet and left hand. You held a menacing strike pose over the body with your knife secure in your right hand. 

“Look at the little kitten putting on a show,” one of the men mocked.

The three men began to circle you with each drawing out a knife. One versus three, it wasn’t that bad of an odd, but you wished Chan was with you. You could handle three, you did single handedly take down the ‘00 line when you all were sparring (with the exception of Felix completely overtaking you) but you did take down Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jisung easily enough...that has to mean something...right? 

You held a strike pose with your knife held higher menacingly. You very quickly realized the meaning of the phrase “Be careful for what you wish for.”

“Look at what we found,” two men appeared behind you.

With the two men was Bang Chan himself held in a chokehold with a knife pressed to the soft flesh of his neck. The other man was casually looking through Chan’s laptop. Instantly, you felt your stomach drop seeing your leader at knifepoint and incapacitated.

“Sorry,” Chan merely shrugged.

He was not impressed in the slightest. His face showed total disbelief that two grunts managed to capture him. Even though a knife was pressed against his neck, Chan stood upright yet casual with both his hands in his hoodie pocket looking so done with the situation. 

“Don’t you dare make any sudden movements or pretty boy here will get cut.”

Chan merely shrugged.

“Do it then...” Chan started. “Coward.”

“Ok then wise guy,” the man released him momentarily to strike the back of Chan’s head with the grip of the knife. Chan fell forward like a ragdoll landing on flat on his face ungracefully.

“Ow,” Chan mumbled against the dirt floor. “I needed a nap anyway. I’m gonna take five. Wake me when you need me.”

Your situation just went from bad to worse. You’re technically in a one versus five situation with Bang Chan, bless his soul because this mans needed to SLEEP, passed out on the dirt path. The men quickly charged you all at once haphazardly swinging their knives. They didn’t look like they were well trained, you easily side stepped all their attacks. A side step, the knife slashing vertically downward whiffing you. A duck, you can faintly hear the whoosh of the air being displaced as the knife slashed over you. A stab, you grabbed at the wrist stopping it’s progression forward with the tip lightly grazing your black sweater as you twisted the man’s arm as you threw him over your back. You stomped your combat boot over the man’s neck feeling the spine snap under your foot. You ducked to your right as another knife came towards your face feeling the blade slicing your cheek. You cursed upon feeling the stinging pain as your fist connected with the man’s face feeling the nose shattering under your knuckles. The man doubled back and his hands flew up to his face, you see red spewing in between his fingers. You heard rapid footsteps behind you as you quickly ducked sticking out your leg backwards a bit, the man tripped over your leg and rolled over your back. As this was happening another man came up and started slashing at you. You reacted in time by jumping back but your sweater didn’t make it out unscathed. A huge slash mark now decorated your sweater’s front.

You pouted as a slight whine left your lips. Your bottom lip protrudes out abit as it quivered slightly.

“Channie~” you whine with a fake sob. “Channie, the sweater you got me got ruined.”

“You what now, mate?!” Chan bellowed out, standing up abruptly.

A man tried to rush Chan as he was getting up, but Chan very quickly put all his weight onto his hands and his leg swung around effectively roundhouse kicking the man in the face. The man dramatically spiralling as he fell towards the ground with a loud thud and a groan.

“Which one of you lads made my babygirl cry?” Chan asked with venom dripping from his words. 

The man with red spewing out of his face charged Chan, but Chan couldn’t care less as he clotheslined the guy. His fist connected with his already broken and shattered nose. Chan stomped over to you as he threw a punch to the man who slashed your sweater breaking his nose as well. He fell flat on his back as Chan stepped on his neck.

“Oi, you’re the mate who was touching my laptop,” Chan seethed as he pulled out a pistol hidden somewhere under his many layers of clothes and shooting him in between the eyes.

As that was happening, one of the guys charged you but you easily sidestepped and deeply embedded your knife into his neck twisting it slightly as you forced it to go further in. When you pulled out, blood erupted out of it like a geyser, effectively painting the dirt path. You then quickly threw your knife straight in between the eyes of the guy Chan clotheslined as he fell into a slump with Chan quickly and effectively snapping the last guy’s neck. 

Looking around you, you were surrounded by six dead bodies as a loud shriek broke you out of your trance. Chan walked up to the woman bowing slightly.

“Good day, ma’am. You don’t need to be afraid. We’re here to free you,” Chan pulled out a couple of tools hidden in his sleeves.

In addition to hacking, Chan is great at lock picking as well. He was WAYYYY better at it than you were. Then again, was there anything Chan couldn’t do? (Sleep.) 

“Free me? But these men were gonna take us to freedom,” the woman whimpered.

“Forgive me, but being chained up in an animal cage doesn’t look much like freedom,” Chan clarified.

“But it does exist. A paradise where we can rebuild and start a new life,” she continued. The people in the cart nodded in agreement. “My sister from the bakery writes to me from there. She speaks of wonderous stories.”

Chan didn’t believe them. Neither could you. More so Chan, because Chan practically knows the ins and outs of the world. He hasn’t heard of any “paradise.”

“Sorry, but your paradise is just a folly,” Chan stated bluntly as he picked at the lock of the cage. The locked fell to the ground bouncing lightly on the dirt. You quickly entered the cage and began working at all the chained prisoners. 

“How dare you,” she whispered now looking at Chan directly. “Wait, you’re-”

“Bang Christopher Chan,” he finished. “And I have never heard of your paradise.”

Her eyes widen in horror. “But, but my sister,” she breathed out frantically.

“We’ll find her,” you interjected.

Chan’s eyes snapped towards you glaring daggers at your form.

”Thank you,” she whispered nodding her head.

“Go home,” you whispered out. “All of you.”

One by one they all trinkled back towards the village.

“Channie, if we find them we may discover what this so called paradise is.”

Chan’s eyes narrowed already putting all the dots together, not liking where this talk was going.

“No,” Chan finalized sternly.

“But-”

“No buts,’” Chan snapped.

“Channie!”

“I AM NOT NEGOTIATING THIS!” Chan burst out with a prominent vein protruding out of his neck.

You felt as if your body shrunk on itself like a dog with its tail between their legs. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest in fear from never seeing Chan this angry before. Your lips tremble as your fingers gripped at the end of your sweater sleeves and you felt tears swell up in your eyes. Chan noticeably stiffen when he saw your frightened form. Chan walked forward slowly and placing his hands on your shoulders delicately as if you were as fragile as glass. He pulled your frightened form closer as he leaned his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together.

“That day during the incident,” Chan started. “I thought I lost you. I never forgave myself. Hyunjin tried to reassure me that you were still alive. I never stopped to rest until I found you.”

You looked down, at a loss for words.

Chan sighed. “You’re a good person and I want to find those missing people too. But it’s too dangerous.”

“What we do is dangerous though,” you whispered. “But we do it for a higher cause, for the people, for those who don’t have the strength to do it themselves.”

Chan’s grip on your shoulders tightened a bit. 

“Fuck,” Chan breathed out, screwing his eyes shut.

His hands trail down your arms stopping at your hands. He held your hands softly as he rubbed circles softly onto the back of your hand.

“You’re going deep into the Lion’s Den, you know that right?”

You nodded softly.

“It’s going to be really dangerous,” Chan whispered. “You better come back to us. You better come back to me. If you don’t, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Mission Successful

 ~

You decided to talk to Woojin: Your relationship status increased.

~

Mission Briefing

Location: Civilized Countryside // --REDACTED--

Weather: Clear

Date: 20XX 

Time of Day : --REDACTED--

Mission Objective: Find out where the people disappear off to by --REDACTED--

Partner: 

~

Which Stray Kids Member do you want to bring with you for your next mission?

Kim Woojin (Light Injury// Will not be available until 2 members have gone)

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan (Will not be available until 3 members have gone)

Lee Know | Lee Minho

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han | Han Jisung 

Lee Felix 

Kim Seungmin

I.N | Yang Jeongin 

You’re diving into the unknown now folks, may the odds be ever in your favor.

But there is a subtle (or not) hint about what you’re going to be diving into.

Remember to refer back to the Voting Rules before you vote!

[obannthepunished]

uhhhhhh notes HURT WEEK im pains

"They call me eagle-eye fjord where i come from." "maybe raven. i dont know." that theory about Fjord being the Hawker is suspicious rn (Apparently theres a third i missed whoops) sam apparently similar thoughts maybe bc Nott brings it up

Jester finally teaching kiri basic phrases, like "go fuck yourself"

Beau + Fjord taking first watch

Caleb checking out the dodecahedron

(Unrelated odd point: i have a current dislike/distrust for liam, which is bullshit bc... i love liam. and caleb and vax. but apparently smt is wrong.)

Dodecahedron is Very Old, and has been shaped/polished Cay uses the haversack as a pillow

BEAU/FJORD Beau: "I think I messed up. I think I should apologise." I HURT? Oh beauregard. oh marisha. "i wanna try, I guess" F: I think he deserves that. He's been good to us. i regret not writing fic now 8(

"OOH, terrible" "YEP." "five" "five" (collective "ooh")

Nott + Jes second. they roll not great.

Tinkle tinkle "nnhnohfishnott"

Kiri is poofed up asleep aAW

trident goin for FRUMPKIN NOOO (pause whilst they look for range on dismissal)

Kiri wakes up "Go fuck yourself :("

Theyre waiting for fish head they could just reappear Frumpkin tho...

Jester is sacred flaming, Molly has a sword active + stabs, Caleb fire bolt, Nott fires an arrow, Fjord eldritch blast, Yasha stabby

Molly + Nott + Caleb miss Fjord hits, Beau hits, Yasha hits dunno bout jes

frumpkin poofs back but doesn't see anything else.

???? alarm lasts 8 hours, not until triggered yall it should still be up. they need to look up the spells smh

Nott messaging to tell yash to hide the bodies

LAst watch is Yash and Caleb i need to stop shortening names

Caleb asks Yasha for people advice :') He's writing it down... i love him Yashas advice is basically "Fucking Bathe" And cay confirms he keeps himself gross because people ignore him more that way 8( Baby

C: "Do you know what i miss? shaving." Y: "I could shave you right now with my sword. I've done it before, you know, to... not have hair on my arms-" Omg shes doing it omg theyre doing it omg I DONT HAVE TO DRAW FACIAL HAIR IN MY FANART ANY MORE FUCK <3333

cay forgets he has a dagger jesus fucking christ

i love everyone making comments + taliesins just amazed like, borderline heart eye emoji look at this whole scenario

M: (to Caleb) "Well done, she [yasha] likes you!"

Nott is Not Happy About Water N: I'LL STAY WITH KIRI everyone else: Convincing her to come N: I'll stay with kiri, and if there's any trouble... we'll see what happens

Fjord goes first, he sees, with his 60ft darkvision, architeture of room. mistly natural, some bits not.

Fjord botches his stealth roll but matt botches his perception even worse. and my thing crashed im so mad.

Fjord is Not a good swimmer. hes like. 30ft swimming speed. Things being left: Caleb's books (2) Molly's coat

travis willingham going "kiris gotta die" then dragging everyone who gasped through the dirt

beau gets fucking 37 on her stealth check Matt: "That's some vax numbers right there!"

The visual aid is... so extra. lights. smoke. what the fuck matthew. (note: when ur best friend is called matthew this is a phrase you say too much)

Surprise round for erryone but Molly and Yasha (purrsonally, i think they were too busy talking abt how beautiful cay is now ;3c)

everyone rolled shite for initiative tho

Caleb casting haste on molly O:

Fjord is very very adept at everything

everyone on crit role can do maths better than me 8(

the marrow fuck beau and fjord royally

watching call lightning forming + marishas face as she slowly realises :)

jes gets the first hdywtdt + crushes a fish with a lollipop

Caleb is taking blind potshots with the glove of blasting boyy. One even hits!

moll gets 3 attacks i love my beautiful devil child

N: Are you guys alive and do you need anything? you can reply to this message~ C: FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK N: oh,, alright.

Taliesin's relief when ashley actually hits is very good.

Beau goes down! D:

hi unrelated taliesin sticking his tongue out at sam fills me with indescribable joy

NEW: Horny twink gets double penetrated by feisty wet ones.

... which is to say two fish dudes stab molly.

Jes heals Beau, but we all know fine fucking well if she hadn't, Yasha would have done it on her next turn. still might since she's only on 11

Cay using dispel magic O:

Molly gets the second hdywtdt "I'm literally just a windmill at this point"

FJORD gets the third F: "I see Molly loojin' around, give him a little wink-" (murders) M: Fucking arsehole F: (witty comment) PEACE OUT (blinks out again)

"Sevens are scary" - Taliesin

Yash gets the next hdywtdt Xorhasian Neck Tie Jesus christ

I was right tho Yasha was seriously considering healing beau, it just takes her action

Two more fishfucks 8(

More call lightning

Sams flask says "lost my best friend over a bowl" and that hurtie

caleb is boutta die. Yasha is boutta die first lmao oh no. i love taliesin jaffe an inhuman amount. Yash gets pulled OVER beau and marisha makes like grabby hand motions which is VERY cute

ok NOW caleb boutta die. he Shield's, and then fragments "Caleb will remember this"

Beau looks at Yasha, looks at Caleb, and goes to CALEB (sobs) blasts a ki point and everything

Molly gets a nat 20 oh he's such a babe

Nott spending her turn justifying herself to Kiri

Fjord blinks back in and fucks up ANOTHER fishfuck

Yasha casting healing hands on HERSELF good.

"You dont have a printout of your character sheet????" "Oh yeah I do after you asked me nine times" liam wh

both yash and caleb are at ONE hp

B, spening her last ki point: HEYCALEBWESHOULDTALKLATER

Beau gets the HDYWTDT tho

Molly is Very Sick from losing haste

Caleb goes the fuck down Fails his first save

everytime tal says "im gonna try something weird"  i heart eyes emoji shame he cant do jack fuck though

Nott Burning Bolt shoots the fishfuck for 24 damage jeeeeez doesnt die but drops lightning

Fjord: (appears, fails, disappears)

if Caleb permadeaths i WILL cry

PLEASE YASHA PLEASE GOD JESTER PLEASE THEY KILL IT IM CRYING SO HARD no like literally i am actually crying bc matt very deliberately did that so that he didnt kill Caleb

Jester uses her pearl of power to regain a slot, and use it to cast prayer of healing for SHIT rolls.

Jester goes back to Kiri <333 baby. baby bird.

Matt mercer keeps using words ive only ever seen written and im ALWAYS ???? about their pronunciation

Fjord finds some L00t Like boxes and longswords and a pool of water with dozens of metallic objects mostly outlawed diety symols. changebringer moonweaver. others i forgot. stormlord. everlight. asmodeus ooh, bane strife emperor. and tiamat.

"a little black bird that's fluttering to try and get dry" fuck thats so damn cute. Marisha has the :D face

Calebs books are dry

wooden box + pool are magic. like. WITHIN.

Enchantment in the box. Molly collecting the moonweaver pieces

JESTER FINDS TWO SYMBOLS FOR THE TRAVELLER? HOLY SHIT Different make, pure silver one, burnished bronze another door arch with the road

Molly gets 12-13 symbols

Nott mage hands just so good even drunk

in the box is a blade, gold, jewel encrusted Molly shoves Nott aside to get it cause its a scimitar style

Caleb finds the arch-heart symbol? Takes one

Yasha takes 4 symbols for the storm god.

Bane/strife emperor symbol Fjord is curious about chained coffin he throws it into the pool. nothing happens.

JEster goes to pll it out and gets a big catseye yellow gem,  magical, but not a school of arcane magic. it has a line groove in it, very deliberate, an oval.

"something about that [orb] is very familiar"??? (Matt to Travis)

i was right about the orb being familiar

C: (abt the gold sword) This blade is called Summer's Dance C: "Mr. Mollymauk," M: "Mr. Caleb."

Blade allows user to cast Blink basically, and is stronk

official-europa replied to your post: uhhhhhh notes HURT WEEK im pains “They...

i think its probably misty step and not blink 

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on the sword i mean

caleb tries to ID the orb

fjord touches it "sky is moonlit + cloudless, clothes not your own, nor body, overcoat + human skin. thick calloused skin. left hand stone. look down, see body of previous owner, dead in blood. natural landmass seawater night. flash. right hand grasps falchion. voice booms. potential. jams the stone into gut, cCONSUME. vanishes into belly. looks into water. REWARD." "Vandrin."

i dont kn ow what the fuck is going on.??? everyone else sees this o shit

oh shit is the eye the symbol of Fjord's patron?

"he was my mentor, a captain of mine. a man named Vandrin." Y: What happened to Vandrin? F: I'm not sure. he captained the ship i worked on for many years, and their was an incident. an explosion, terrible weather, waves, "i was knocked overboard" when f woke up he was back on shore

"how did you survive" "I'm not entirely sure."

explosion was sabotage.

the pool is saltwater.

Molly shoves Fjord's head into the water

comes up "You okay???" "Do it again" "Tap three times when you're done!" Fjord drowns

they take as much as possible up and out and decide to dynamite everything in. dramatic exit..

They take the bodies down and lay them in the swamp to rest and decompose.

Beau tries to pull Caleb aside and he just stonewalls her until she actually apologises.

Caleb "I give beauregard a hug and say 'idont know what im doing. just. go with it." BEau very AWKWARDLY hugs him back Beau consulting Fjord, Caleb consulting Yasha The entire other side of the table clapping.

Beau: UH. GOOD TALK. FRIEND. (awkward silence) Beau: Seriously though. Friend? (pause) Caleb: Uh. Ja. (brb dying)

there is a single yellow eye on the hilt of the falchion.

episode END

[jacensolodjo]

Face and Head Hair Care Especially For Drier Months

(Note: I purposely made facial hair care as gender neutral as possible. Not only men have facial hair. End of discussion. If you intend to clown around about this you will be blocked.)

If you’re looking for shaving tips, please check this post.

First of all, a tip for all seasons: STOP USING YOUR TOWEL TO DRY YOUR HAIR AND ALSO STAY AWAY FROM HAIR DRYERS.

“But, Jacen, how will I dry my hair then?”

Oh dear friends, anything that is more of a smoother cotton such as an old (clean, unused) t-shirt must be used especially for the hair on the top of your head. Towels, despite also being cotton, tend to snag and tug on your hair especially if you have curly hair. I know it sounds weird “yeah I dry my hair with an old t-shirt”, but it makes a big difference. Try it for a couple of weeks then try going back to the towel and see how you, or at least your hair, feel.

Hair dryers it should be obvious, your hair does not like the extreme heat. It turns your hair brittle and limp. Yes, it’s generally faster but should you really be sacrificing your hair like this when you can just get your shower/bath done earlier and thus can get to drying your hair sooner?

Another option, of course, is the air drying. You just let your hair do its thing as time goes on. But this tends to only work for straighter, thinner hair. Those of us with thicker, curlier hair it takes far too long to air dry and if it’s dripping down into your ears this can cause ear problems. And since we’re talking about drier, cooler months such as fall and winter, it’s just not a good idea to go around with your hair wet. 

Now for one of the most controversial topics in hair care: what products to use and how often.

While there is not one true product, one true schedule for hair washing, here are some tips that I use myself and get rather happy hair for the trouble.

First of all, you should not be washing your hair every day. A good rule of thumb is only 3x a week. Many suggest you only use actual hair wash once a week then use conditioner 2x a week instead. I wash 3x a week and condition at the same time but that’s mainly because that’s the schedule that works for me (pain and mental status willing). You might find a completely different schedule! But it is definitely advised not to wash your hair every day. You can rinse it out, of course. Some people actually don’t ever use hair wash on a schedule basis (only washing if the hair really really needs it), they let their hair’s natural oils do the legwork and rinse their hair every time they take their shower/bath. I have no real opinion on that. If that works for you? Cool. Bear in mind this kind of schedule is not a firm absolute and you should totally be fine if you have to skip some days of course! Or if you feel like you’re getting extra icky (such as doing a lot of exercise or w/e) obviously you should wash more if you’re getting dirty more often. Nothing says if you skip a day your hair will instantly go sad, is what I’m saying. 

As for product, you love your hair right? So why in the world are you using 2-in-1 shampoo & conditioner? I know, I know, it’s a timing thing as it’s so much faster to just dump on the 2-in-1. And I know especially for men that there’s the (toxic) masculinity idea that taking care of your hair (and skin etc.,) is bad, that men don’t do that (please free yourself of this mindset). Then there’s the other idea of how it’s much more cost effective to do a 2-in-1. I get it. I do. And honestly if the 2-in-1 is the only thing you can afford then definitely, do what makes sense for your budget. But if you can swing it, get a good shampoo and conditioner that is properly formulated for your hair (aka no parabens, no sulfates, etc.,). Companies like Scotch Porter (which I use for my hair care and if it is important to you they are black owned), are both cost effective and give you products that won’t destroy your hair (and they take into consideration hair that is curly as a default but that doesn’t mean those with straight and/or thin hair can’t use it! It’s good for all hair types but especially good for thick, curly hair). 

There are extra products you can use where cleanliness is concerned, like leave-in conditioner. You can also use what is called hair serum which works to keep your hair happy and shiny and far more manageable than what just conditioner can do. I won’t be getting into the whole pomade, gel, etc., for styling your hair though. Maybe in a different post. Just remember: do not leave that stuff in your hair especially overnight! It basically suffocates your hair as well as attracts a lot of ickyness throughout the day and traps it on your poor hair. So be sure to use water based pomade etc., as much as you can so you can easily rinse it out in your sink etc., Just get that gunk out of your hair before you go to sleep.

Now for facial hair! Like your head hair, facial hair care is on the rise and is now a billion dollar industry. Which means you have a lot to choose from. But the main team you want for your facial hair is: beard wash, beard conditioner, beard oil, and beard balm. There is also beard serum which does the same kinda thing hair serum does but, obviously, for your facial hair.

The same general rule of thumb for beard wash/conditioner is what you expect from head hair (no parabens, sulfates, etc.,). But with the additional requirements of things like tea tree oil and lavender oil, almond oil, jojoba oil. Then the beard conditioner is used to keep your hair soft and manageable and silky. It often has stuff like the beard wash itself with added things like: Vitamin B, amino acids, and shea butter. Scotch Porter has the wash/conditioner as well as places like Monster Flesh & Mane. As for timing, it is actually considered good form to wash your facial hair as often as your face. This is obviously because your facial hair can collect a lot of gunk such as food particles. And no one wants to deal with a stinky beard. Since you will also be washing your face, the order should be: facial cleanser (like an exfoliating kinda thing but dont use exfoliating products more than 2x a week), face wash, beard wash, beard conditioner, then beard oil, beard balm. Beard serum can be done optionally after all your other products.

Next up is beard oil. Out of any other product you can use for your facial hair (or even your head hair), the beard oil is a giant industry full of choices in not only ingredients but scent as well. Because it is such a giant pool to choose from, I can’t possibly list out all the different places. If you google for it, I’m sure you’ll find plenty of places that I don’t even know about. Monster has a good collection, as well as places like Skully’s Beard Oil and Badass Beard Care. Etsy also has a huge number of purveyors of oil. I personally have some oil from Monster, some from Skully’s, some from Badass, and some from Texas Beard Company. It all depends on the scent as well as price point. 

The most important thing even more than finding scents that you like and work with your body chemistry is what the beard oil is made with. You want things like argan oil, jojoba oil, tea tree, almond oil, and lavender oil. And again, stay away from the parabens, sulfates, etc.,

Once you put the beard oil on, you can style as you like but then you can also add on the beard balm. The balm is basically a seal for the oil to keep your hair happy and healthy. However, it doesn’t damage or suffocate like pomades. It isn’t an absolute necessity though. I don’t use it very often on top of my oil especially if I want a different beard oil scent from what I have in balm form (some companies like Monster offer the oil and balm in the same scent but other places don’t). Another thing to note is that you don’t need to put the oil on only after bathing. You can even put some on as you’re heading off to sleep. Because of its nature, it isn’t something you need to wash out. Just be sure not to put on too much. You should only put enough in your hand that once you distribute it on your facial hair your hands look almost dry and your beard should not be dripping with oil. This can be a lot of trial and error to see how much your hair needs. But don’t worry, you’ll get there! As for distribution, you should massage the oil in from root to tips and rub into the skin as well. some say to use oil twice a day, some even say 3. It depends on how quickly your beard seems to dry out throughout the day. You can even just decide to do it once and move on. No right or wrong so long as you follow the guidelines about the application mentioned above.

On to brushes. For head hair brushes first of all: no brushes!!! What you want my dears, is a comb. One with moderately wide spacing. Especially if you have curly hair, a brush will simply create a bunch of static and strip your hair of necessary oils and such. If you have been wondering why your hair is always turning into a puffball from styling your hair, it is the brush doing it. That isn't to say your hair doesn’t poof on its own of course. But the brush doesn’t tame anything it just exacerbates. It may be fine on thinner hair, but it will generate static all the same. This also applies to anything plastic, especially combs. Your best bet is either a wood or metal comb. I have both, it just depends on preference. Plus, wood is more eco friendly while metal is more pocketbook friendly in the long run. As with everything else in this post, if you can swing the splurge then do it but if not, don’t feel bad! The purpose here is ideas and experiments. Not absolutely telling you to shell out a bunch of money on hair care. And if you can only do it in pieces, that’s cool too! If you can afford the comb now but not the product, at least you’re halfway to happier hair. 

The not using a brush thing doesn’t fully hold true for your facial hair. You can often use a beard brush for actually spreading out the oils you may put into your hair. As well as styling. However, the most common thing of course is a beard comb. Often they have two sides, one with finer teeth the other end with wider. This is mainly for both detangling and styling in one comb. But be careful about the detangling, you don’t want to pull your hair out or break it at the point of the knot. So be sparing with the fine tooth comb. It is meant more for styling anyways. When it comes to detangling, you need to go slow and gentle. Focus on just the knotted area and you can even use things like hair conditioner or the beard oils if it is your facial hair. Just put some on the area and work it through still slow and gentle. Don't rush, you will only harm your hair and the skin around the roots. 

Now, you can also use a thing for when your hair starts growing back but it is that rough prickly scruff kinda thing that gives people 'beard burn' when they touch the area or someone else does. It is basically like sandpaper but with a softer grit that is meant to only affect the prickly hairs not your skin. One such product comes from The Soft Goat. It is labelled as a 'beard softener' though you should not apply it to your actual beard, only scruff. Be sure to follow the directions that come with the box (circular rubbing and not too hard). (They also now have one marketed "for women" for softening the shaved leg area. Obviously I don’t believe only women can gain use out of it, but everyone who shaves that kinda area.)

With all that said, the main thing to remember about drier months is this means you need to up your use of things like conditioner and beard oil/balm tag team. So if you’re only using balm/oil 2x a day you may need to up to 3 in the fall/winter months. This ensures your hair will still look just as happy in the winter as it does in the summer. There is no reason to stop keeping your hair happy in the winter. You also may notice your hair isn't growing as fast in the drier months, this is normal and nothing to worry about where age or whatever is concerned. Everything on your body grows slower in fall and winter especially head and face hair and nails. Your body will be far more concerned with your stored energy going to powering other parts of you than your hair and nails during the drier months. Not to mention the production of the hormones and such that dictate hair/nail growth do not get produced as much, again because you have other hormones to keep up with more.

At the end of the day, though, your routine may not be exactly like someone else’s. My tips are honestly mere suggestions of things to try. The only things that really should be universal is that you shouldn’t wash your hair every day (much less all of you), don't dry your hair with a towel, keep your schedule as consistent as possible with some minor seasonal changes, and you should keep away from things like parabens and sulfates. 

[talen77703]

“Overnight, I became a sun worshiper. Well, not overnight, you can’t see the sun at night. The next morning…” -George Carlin

Nicknames: Sunbathers, Stargazers

Most people know that the sun is vital for almost all life on earth (excluding certain sulphur-metabolising creatures at deep ocean depths), but Sunbathers really know it. The sun regulates, directly and indirectly, the activities and biology of every creature on Earth’s surface. To those who understand it, sunlight can be converted into energy. Those who do not respect its power get burned — literally. The sun does not have power; the sun is power.

On the other hand, the moon has just as much impact on the world’s life, with its tidal influence and romantic connections. Not to mention its clear statistical correllation with madness and insanity. It also reflects and reverses the light from the sun, bringing light to darkness, and can eclipse the sun, replacing light with darkness. Stargazers are just as attuned to the power of the moon as Sunbathers are to the sun.

Much like the East/West split between Cryptomancy, the schools of Heliomancy and Lunamancy approach the same focus from different directions. The schools can be hard to teach for reasons similar to Urbanomancy; the would-be adept must already have a strong connection with the moon or sun.

The Paradox of both schools is that an adept must choose an adherent to either the sun or moon, to light or darkness, but neither light nor darkness can exist by itself; both are required to tell where one ends and another begins. Similarly, the world as we know it would not exist without both the sun and moon.

Heliomancy Stats

Generate a Minor Charge: Watch the sun rise or set, from start to finish. You don’t need to stare directly at the sun itself, but you have to be aware of its progress the whole time. This means you can’t bring a book with you and just wait for the charge to come. (Music doesn’t seem to cause a problem.)

Generate a Significant Charge: Sig charges can only be acquired on days when the moon is new, the time when the lunar influence on the solar energy is minimized. You must watch the sun set as normal, then stay awake all night watching the stars, and finally watch the sun rise again the next morning. You don’t get minor charges for the sunset or sunrise, though. Once again, no reading. Music is fine.

Generate a Major Charge: Watch a lunar eclipse from beginning to end. It doesn’t have to be a total eclipse. No reading or music, this time.

Taboo: The sunbather’s connection to the energy of the sun is a careful balance not unlike the mental state of the Infomancer when carrying charges. On the other hand, the sun’s influence is not easily thrown aside. Artificial light sources cause the Heliomancer to lose charges, but not all at once; every minute of exposure to lit candles, electrical lights, flares, et cetera, cause one minor charge to dissipate uselessly (breaking up sig charges if necessary). Light exposure less than a minute long adds up over time, resulting in an eventual loss of a charge. The moon and stars, and the adepts’ own magickal lights, do not count as charge busters. Strangely enough, sunscreen doesn’t taboo the adept, but prevents the gathering of more charges until it has been completely removed from the skin; this can sometimes take a few days, depending on chemistry, physiology, and just how much of the stuff got on the sunbather’s skin.

Random Magick Domain: Light, heat, and energy are the most obvious elements, but the sun also has some symbolic connections to health and knowledge.

Heliomancy Blast Style: Fireballs. Naturally. Small spheroids of concentrated heat and light form near the caster and rocket towards the target. This blast can damage inanimate objects, but cannot harm immaterial beings like demons or entropics.

Charging Tips: Heliomancers can snag two minor charges a day provided they get up early. Sig charges are not as common, namely a once-a-month affair. Be sure to watch the calendar.

Starting Charges: A new Heliomancer starts out with no charges at all, so set your alarm early.

Heliomancy Minor Formula Spells

Good Morning Cost: 1 Minor Charge Effect: This spell instantly removes any penalties from sleep deprivation or exhaustion, similar to the Epideromancy Spell “Relentless Will”. The target is not exactly bright eyed and bushy tailed, but he or she can work and act without yawning or keeling over.

Sunburn Cost: 2 Minor Charges Effect: This is the Heliomancy Minor Blast. Fireballs form around the adept and rocket towards the target, and may even set the target on fire if the situation warrants it (target was soaked in gasoline, had some flammable hair gel, was wearing easily ignited fabrics, GM was bored… you get the idea). When determining fire damage, use the tens place die, then reduce it by one each round until it reaches zero (fire burns itself out) or the target extinguishes the fire (stop drop and roll, fire extinguisher, jump in the river, et cetera).

Clear as Day Cost: 2 Minor Charges Effect: The caster can get a single, yes-or-no answer to a question asked. Unless magick, avatars, or the Invisible Clergy are involved, that is. A yes typically takes the form of a feeling of extreme heat, while a no is a brief chill. These are basically “hot spots” and “cold spots” centered around the caster, and can be detected with electronic temperature sensors, not to mention anyone standing right next to the caster.

Daybreak Cost: 3 Minor Charges Effect: A small spheroid of light forms above the caster’s head, or in the caster’s hand. It’s bright enough to read by and lasts five minutes or until extinguished.

Blinded by the Light Cost: 5 Minor Charges Effect: There is a short but intense flash of light which blinds whoever looks at it. This is not permanent, but is bound to play hell with any attempt to fight effectively or drive. The caster is NOT immune to this blinding flash.

Heliomancy Significant Formula Spells

Sunspots Cost: 1 Significant Charge Effect: The caster is ground zero for a communications blackout. Anything using radio waves or microwave transmissions gets nothing but static until sundown or until the caster cancel’s the effect. When cast at night, it requires twice as many charges, and lasts until dawn. The radius of effect is equal to about fifty feet.

Solar Flare Cost: 1 Significant Charge Effect: This is the Significant Blast, and it always sets the target on fire unless the target is underwater or dressed up like a firefighter looking for trouble. Use the tens place die for fire damage, as with the minor blast.

Nice Tan Cost: 2 Significant Charges Effect: The target recovers wound points equal to the roll of the spell. They also inexplicably develop a good, even tan, but with tan lines equivalent to the outfit they were wearing the day before. There is no known explaination for this.

Apollo’s Vice Cost 3 Significant Charges Effect: This applies the greek sun god Apollo’s famous habit of chasing women and nymphs and so on to a single male target. This male ends up with a serious sexual appetite and the compulsion to gratify it immediately. Resisting the urge to mate with the closest female is a Rank-8 Self Challenge, possibly higher if the target prefers men. When used on women, however, it makes them inexplicably attractive to the opposite sex; the woman gains the skill “Sexually Alluring” at the level of her Soul Stat, and does not know it. In both cases, the effects last 12 hours.

Ozone What? Cost: 5 Significant Charges Effect: A very malevolent spell, this cause the target to instantly and spontaneously develop skin cancer; malignant melanoma. The tumors will not spread throughout the body, but they will grow until treated with radiation/chemotherapy, removed with surgery, cured with magick, or the death of the target. Whichever comes first.

Heliomancy Major Effects: Teleport to and from any spot on the globe where the sun is shining. Become the Human Torch for a day. Gain the ability to shine light from your eyes at will. Cause stable, sustainable thermonuclear reactions to occur in the privacy of your own home.

Lunamancy Stats

Generate a Minor Charge: Go out on any night where the moon is visible and watch the moon for one hour. One charge per night, no more no less.

Generate a Significant Charge: On a night when the moon is full, go out and watch it rise and/or set. It doesn’t matter where the sun is during the moonrise and moonset, so long as you watch the whole thing.

Generate a Major Charge: Watch a Solar Eclipse from beginning to end. Yes, you can use protective lenses or one of those pinhole boxes, so long as you watch the entire thing.

Taboo: The power of the Lunamancer is based upon the reflection and alteration of the sun’s energy, but the sun itself doesn’t disrupt this connection. Lack of a constant influx of energy causes charges to fade out. In other words, total darkness has the same effect on the stargazer as artificial light does to the sunbather. One minute of total darkness means one minor charge goes poof. Being out under the stars during a new moon can do it too, unless the adept has a flashlight/lantern on hand.

Lunamancy Blast Style: The Black of Night. The target is immediately struck blind for a number of rounds equal to the damage of the blast, and suffers damage in the form of instant, freezing cold. This can cause heart problems for some people, and the significant blast can have an effect similar to exposure to dry ice or liquid nitrogen. At the very least, there’s a chance of frostbite.

Random Magick Domain: Darkness and the night, especially, but also emotions and sanity.

Charging Tips: Lunamancers can get a charge each night that the moon is visible, and two significant charges the night the moon is full. Just don’t nod off.

Starting Charges: Lunamancers start with no charges whatsoever.

Lunamancy Minor Formula Spells:

On the Prowl Cost: 1 Minor Charge Effect: For the next five minutes, the caster has superior night vision and could theoretically read a book by starlight alone. This can mean shifts to Notice and possibly combat skills in the dark, but it does make the caster more vulnerable to things like flashes of light — the caster takes one die of damage and cannot see for at least six hours.

Dark Night Cost: 1 Minor Charge Effect: This is the minor blast.

Man in the Moon Cost: 2 Minor Charges Effect: The next time the target looks at the moon, they see a giant face on its surface… making faces at them. This is worth a Rank-9 Unnatural Check.

Isn’t it Romantic?: Cost: 3 Minor Charges Effect: The caster becomes a very attractive and dashing person, the type who says all the right things, until the sun comes up. In other words, he or she gains the skill “Master of Romance” at 50% (or at the level of the Soul Stat if it’s below 50). It doesn’t work at all during the day.

Twig Snap: Cost: 4 Minor Charges Effect: The target is struck by crippling paranoia coupled with panic, and must make a Stress Check against Isolation (Rank-7) to keep from freaking out.

Lunamancy Significant Formula Spells

Things That Go Bump: Cost: 2 Significant Charges Effect: When this spell is cast in dim light, or at least light with lots of shadow around it, a pack of Tenembrae are summoned and either chow down on the closest corpse or attack the living. The caster cannot control them.

Pitch Black: Cost: 1 Significant Charge Effect: This is the significant blast.

Tidal Influence: Cost: 2 Significant Charges Effect: The caster can either gain a temporary positive shift in one skill, or force a temporary negative shift in one skill on another person, lasting for six hours. This can affect any skill except magick schools, obsession skills, Avatar skills, or (for reasons unknown) General Education. The shift, be it positive or negative, is equal to the ten’s place of the roll to cast the spell; a success of 45% would mean a 40% shift. No shift can exceed 40%.

Howl of the Wolf: Cost: 3 Significant Charges Effect: For ten minutes, the stargazer can communicate with any non-insect animal, much like the Third Avatar Channel of the Savage. This can be used to stop hostilities (sometimes), and get information, but keep in mind that the spell does not allow control, and devoted and loyal pets may not believe you have their master’s best interests at heart.

Some Kind of Lunatic: Cost: 5 Significant Charges Effect: The caster puts some serious mental pressure on the target in the form of a stress check on whichever madness meter has the most failed notches. If the target makes the check, he gets no hardened notch. If he fails, then that entire gauge is failed marks, and the target is now officially out of his mind. Therapy can remove such failed notches as normal.

Lunamancy Major Effects: Cure (or cause) a mental aberration that therapy and/or medical science has been unable to help with. Instantly gain a skill dealing with stealth at the level of the governing stat. Cause a tidal wave or tsunami of epic proportions. Force somebody else to fall madly in love with you.

What You Hear: The Heliomancer and Lunamancer

Somewhere in Mexico City, there’s a pair of adepts, one being a sunbather and one being a stargazer, that are actually brother and sister. They’re waging a mystical family feud that’s gotten so far out of hand that the Sleepers have given up trying to stop them and are just covering the local news outlets. They’re also trying to ice every adept and avatar that tries to get in or out of the city to keep things stable. You may want to change vacation plans accordingly.

[overhere-series]

Over Here: Chapter Seven

Revised this bad boy. Stay tuned to the very end of it, most of the edits are for some planting plot things so important.

Come morning, Cass’s alarm blares into the silence. At least she doesn’t have any questions about where she is this time round, though she does have one or two about the white jacket thrown over her and the pressure on the crown of her head. She thumbs off her alarm.

Her hands find the bird and scoop him out of her hair so she can sit up. For a second she sits against the trunk of the tree, breathing in the cold morning air, reacclimating to the fact that she hasn’t been spirited back home in her sleep. If she’s going to down the same cocktail of fear and relief every time she wakes up, she’d rather stay up or stay sleeping. One or the other.

The silence cracks her and she taps the bird’s back with a finger. “Up and at ‘em, nerd,” she says. “Wanna explain why you’re so touchy?”

The bird nestles deeper into his wings, feathers poofed like they can shield him from her poking. After enough of her prodding he taps off to a safe distance to change back to a sleepy, stretching human. The shimmer of magic shaping him glows almost gold, rather than that clearish haze she’s almost used to.

Cass hurls his jacket at him. “Don’t let it happen again,” she tells him, mouth twisted at the chuckle worming its way in. Much as she wants to be peeved, her fuzzy morning mind can’t endure the thought of the bird perched on her head without finding it at least microscopically funny.

She gathers her stuff while he shrugs into his jacket. Her flannel tied at her waist, Cass stretches the soreness and the dirt from her back, shuts her phone off and sticks it in her back pocket. Only a sliver of battery left, and she’s not down for the ensuing conversation if she has to use someone else’s phone to call a ride when she’s on Earth again.

Already Winston’s on his knees with the map splayed open, eyes bleary as he scans the lines and shimmer of letters. Whatever’s been added wakes him right up. “Stars above, they’ll have my head for this.”

“Boss finally got wise to your vacation, huh?” Cass asks. A crime lord in a smoky office springs to mind, reading all the bird’s messages with the growing urge to put a hit on his head. Boy, that’d put a damper on their trip.

“It won’t be long before then, no,” he says. “Arth and Finch can only help so much until they come calling again.” His fingers tap at his lips, a loop of oh dear oh dear oh dear probably spinning his brain. He’s reaching for his ink again before Cass nudges him and heads toward the road nearby.

“Buck up, birdbrain. Now you’ve got more reason to hit the bricks.” Like her own situation’s not reason enough.

He just hums and folds the map away. After a few of her warm up stretches they continue from the dirt path to rows of boards over the next while. Sleeping under the tree leaves Cass sore even with all her limbering up, so the level ground is welcome along with the silence.

Still, her stomach’s growling with all the time to dwell on the breakfast stocked in her kitchen back home. Cereal, bagels, apples and oranges- she’d take pop-tarts and granola bars at this point if they’re in for nothing but the cabins and shacks lining the road for now.

“Aren’t we supposed to be finding a train station? Doesn’t look like the kind of town to have one,” she remarks.

The comment gets a grin out of the bird. “We’re nearing it now. Patience.”

She raises a brow. Another fifteen minutes before Winston announces they’ve arrived, but she’s still seeing nothing but dense forest and even more ramshackle, vine-covered houses around them. If it’s Christmas rush, there’s not even evidence of all the people that should be on the move and traveling.

“You’re kidding,” she says.

“Look above us,” he tells her with a wave to the canopy.

She does. All she can muster is a low ‘jeezus’.

The spindly trees rise and rise, stories above them until they jolt out at angles so precise it can’t be natural, branches so sturdy they can support the floors of treehouses like none she’s ever seen up close. Even the smallest houses take up three trees each, some spanning half a dozen firs in long platforms to compose apartments or shopping strips with leaves covering the outsides in a rainbow of Over Here foliage. On and on and on until there’s no gaps in the branches for what could be miles ahead.

Winston just watches her hungry stare with a fond grin. “Quite the achievement, yes? I hear dryad tribes can make better use of the land as well as the trees.”

Cass clenches her jaw, recovers from the initial shock of the sight. Her mouth’s in a neutral line before she speaks, even if she can’t meet the bird’s eyes. “You left out how the hell we’re getting up there.”

He nods toward a line of people in the distance, all centered around a trunk with a giant dumbwaiter grafted to the side. Well, elevator, but it’s wood and uncovered. Just looking at it wigs her out, but so does the staircase wound around the tree. Either the rails are too long, irregular branches or a line of branches fused at the ends to look like it. Logs form the steps.

Winston heads for the stairs, something she’s sort of grateful for with the line to the elevator. Better not to make a scene if she can’t keep it together, the stairs the road less traveled since it’s more than a few stories up. She balls her fists. Just look up and it’ll all be fine.

She takes a deep breath and bolts up ahead of the bird. Keep him behind her and she can’t fall, whether she trips from nerves or a log crumbles. They’re living wood so nowhere near rotting and splintering apart, but better for her to think she has a backup if something goes down.

The rails feel smooth under her hands as they climb higher and higher. A few snags of splinters here and there, but no nails or seams in the wood. Her hands warm along with a thick, stifling part of her chest.

At the top there’s a curved platform filled with magicians in various states of distress. Many of them bearing suitcases or Mary Poppins-style carpet bags, kids who try to escape or cling to their parents’ legs, animals running around that could be shapeshifter people or pets. Does this world have pets?

They manage to get through the rows of people waiting to get into the city, edge through a crowd to a less dense outdoor mini-mall. On a clement summer day like this one, the business owners take advantage of the foot traffic via an overflow of products from their doors. Under awnings lay spreads of clothes, tools, samples of food… it’s like the Saturday market up in Portland, minus the scent of fried food and legalized green wafting on the breeze.

Cass drags Winston toward a place littered with signs and flags. Another magical diner like the Fausts’, by the look of it, just spiffier. Going from a small town Starbucks to an airport Starbucks, almost. An inhuman titter escapes Winston when he sees the place has coffee. Cass plows through a plate of hashbrowns and fresh fruit at the counter, the bird downing his coffee straight black with a contented grin.

Among the calm of it Cass can more or less forget they’re above the forest floor, held up by nothing but platforms and boards. A radio drones on the counter beside them, news about Haven and some place called simply the Bay and a few others. Tiny red flowers grow through its grate like they did others she’s seen.

Winston’s worry over the map seems to have mellowed, too, though he stiffens at a note by the announcer. Something about a Tribunal making some broadcast on the festival night.

“Who’re they?”

“Who are who?”

“This tribunal,” she points out. “You just jumped out of your seat for a sec. What are they, your court or something?”

“I believe they’ve been compared to presidents in your world. Three presiding leaders elected by the public. We’re… not particularly friendly with them at the moment.”

“Jeez, how many people did you piss off before leaving?” she mutters.

Winston makes no reply. He scribes a message before they make for the train station. Honestly Cass can spend the whole day here just gawking at the intricate vinework ceilings, the focals being sold by vendors like wood rings and what might be wands or staffs, ink like the bird carries but radios and Earth stuff, too. Winston notes her shifting expressions with that same fond smile, but he’s quick to get them to a pavilion getting clogged with people.

Where he stops, right at the edge of the crowd. His eye twitches like he’d rather take a path of broken glass to Haven than push to the main counter. Cass grabs his hand and tugs him toward an exhausted man overseeing the ticket sales. The bird murmurs a flurry of apologies to anyone unlucky enough to be in her way.

The man at the counter slouches over the counter on his forearms, lips pursed at Cass along with the cloud of customers around the pair. Each crane around to read something behind the guy. Meanwhile, Cass is taking the direct route.

“When’s the next train to Haven?” Cass yells up to him.

“Can’t you read?” he moans. A chalkboard schedule hangs on the wall, what the people around are squinting for. Dusty letters hover off the black. “There ain’t anymore this morning for sale.”

“What about later?”

“Morning, noon, night- it’s festival, there ain’t any trains that aren’t crammed,” the man insists.

“Cass, he’s right,” Winston says, shaken but putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Everything’s sold out.” The man props his chin on his hand, examines his nails as travelers roll their eyes and begin to disperse. “Only thing to make it worse would be-”

Cass grips the counter. “Do not say it,” she hisses.

The bird takes her by both shoulders, mostly to keep her from jumping the ticket seller. There’s gasps among the crowd. Shouts about the lights flickering. A fuzzy sputter and the ticket salesman groans.

His slack arms flail left and right, like eventually he’ll land a gesture at the cause of his problems if he keeps it up. “Last thing we need! If it’s not a vine down or a rail needs reinforced it’s a gwyll or some whacked up kid wrecking power to the whole slice of treelines.”

Cass looks to the bird. “You think it’s a you-know-what?” she asks.

Winston blinks. Looks up into the vines woven into the ceiling, eyes narrowed. “The current is cut off but not non-existent. The magic’s been drained more than a human could cope with.”

“Meaning we can fix it.” Cass slaps her hand on the counter. The ticket salesman pouts at her. “It’s your lucky day, bud. You got some wardens.” And they’ve got a way onto a train.

The salesman looks between the pair. A quick ‘come here’ gesture of his fingers. Cass drags Winston into the room behind the sales counter.

The office back behind the ticket counter is stuffy once the front window closes. Their ticket seller has his shoulders hunched in, hand spidering at his side like he’s got a gun in his holster. His face flickers through a series of hums and mouth twists as he considers them. Finally he grunts. “You got an hour and some difference. Think you can fix it by then?” he asks.

“Definitely, but we’re going to need tickets.”

“Cass,” Winston chides, but doesn’t go further. Like he knows it’s a clever ploy, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

“Am I wrong?” she prompts.

“We could indeed remove the gwyll in that time or less, yes,” he reasons. “But… I agree that compensation would be rather appreciated. Even if it isn’t a seat, we do need to get to Haven to complete some other duties to prevent more incidents like this.”

The ticketmaster shrugs. “Fine. Get things up and running and it’s all yours.”

It’s all Cass can do not to pump her fist. Victorious, and all they’ve got to do is do what they did yesterday. Which is, granted, facing a horrific monster and possibly being mindtricked again. She knows what she’s getting into now, though.  She folds her arms. “Got it.”

After giving them a quick rundown for where to go, the ticketmaster taps his temple and shoos them out. Cass offers her fist to the bird once they’re out of the station. “Ready?” she asks.

“For?” Staring at the fist. Of course.

“You put your fist on it.”

He puts his fist on the top of hers, beaming if a bit more anxious than last time’s adventure. The gesture’s almost like a little yin-yang, actually, with the curl of their fingers as the dots. They’ll work on it.

“Cool,” she approves. “You’ve learned the great Earth custom of the fistbump. Sort of.”

[ayamicross]

Looking For Contact

What I’m Looking For: Long-term RP partners, Dark Roleplay, Group, Long-Term Story & Rp for my group and myself to participate in.- Contacts, business partners: Basically anything. 

Fandom: World of Warcraft

Sole Faction or Cross-Faction: Cross-Faction

Faction I Play: Alliance/Horde

Server: Wyrmrest Accord/Moon-Guard

Venues I Actively Roleplay In: Discord, Tumblr & In-Game

WoW: Classified 

Discord: Night Mother #5238

Favorite Type of RP: Dark themes, adventures, in-depth and lengthy plotlines of any genre. 

Triggers: No triggers.

Things I Will Not RP: N/A

RP Strong Points: I try to make things fair for everyone, including myself when in a in depth and stressful rp such as kidnappings, arrests, criminal activity and the like. I can mirror your rp, whether it be short posts, or lengthy ones; always willing to help others improve, as well as myself. 

RP Weak Points: Horrible at DM’ing Events, so don’t expect me to because I’m just terrible at coming up with ideas for large groups of people. Tend to space out, miss posts at times & misread things. 

IC Information under the cut. 

Name: Ayamei Cross

Titles: ‘ The Night Mother - Spymistress of Quel’thalas - The Insane - The Widower & Commander of Armifera. ‘ 

Race: Sin’dorei (At times Disguised as Quel’dorei) 

FC: (Visual Reference) Taylor Momsen/Maria Brink

Can Currently Be Found In: Silvermoon City(Typically The Row) - Deadwind Pass at the Cross Estate & Stormwind City (When in disguise) 

Would They Be Known:  Infamous for Murder, Criminal Behavior and Commanding the Armifera Mercenary Company located in Underground Silvermoon City. Matriarch of House Cross, Last living blood related Female of said Noble House. Known as: The Night Mother. 

Personality: Extremely selfish, cocky and self-assured; tends to disrespect those of about any Race, Faction, Noble House and or Title. Catty, rude and blunt Ayamei is an extremely mean woman, however can and is capable of kindness. (sometimes) depending on the person & kindness can be showed in the most oddest of ways. 

Language(s): Common, Thalassian, Orcish

Notable Scars, Marks, etc: 80% of her body is covered in scars, save for her face and privets. Mostly noticeable at her exposed thigh, due to the revealing attire she tends to wear. Oddly colored eyes, (gold) instead of the usual Fel-Green most of the Sin’dorei have. 

First Appearances:  Would be seen wearing quite the revealing armor on her lower half, short shorts with thigh high heeled leather combat boots and a slick white revolver perched at her hip. She’d have short boyish hair, thrown up into a poof at the top. Appears to suffer from Resting Bitch Face. 

Where I RP: Discord, Tumblr and In Game.

[The Muse is played Alliance and Horde, however two different people. Details will be below.] 

Name: Feylan Silverlight (H) Feiylen Silverlight (A) 

Titles: ‘The Fragile Priestess, Surgeon, Battle Medic, The Forsaken Daughter.’ 

Race: Sin’dorei & Human

FC (Visual Reference) : Emilia Clarke (Khaleesi For Better Ref) 

Can Currently Be Found In: Silvermoon City, Shattrath, ThunderBluff, Orgrimmar(H)  ---  Stormwind City (A) 

Would They Be Known : 

[Horde Side]: Being a Priestess, Feylan would be known for her helpful nature, typically lending her aid to those in need, frequenting the Hospital to check on those in need and offer her assistance if need be. As a Surgeon, she is often called upon to do the most strenuous procedures having been known for her steady hand and ability to work under the knife without the use of light and or other means of magic to help the process. She would be seen frequenting the Orphanages in the Major Cities, donating what money she had made during the week and bringing gifts to the children who have yet to be adopted; acting as a shoulder to lean on for those less fortunate. 

[Alliance Side]: Keeping to herself most days, the small Mage wouldn’t have the courage to make many friends as of yet; keeping to her work in her Tailor Shop, making dresses for those who have the courage to make the friends she wish she had. 

Personality: Standoffish, shy and timid. She avoids eye contact, and keeps to herself. However, the sweetest thing since sugar. When courage has been worked up, she offers baked goods to those about the cities, free of charge; finding the smiles upon their faces the only payment she needs. She tends to make it a point to see a smile upon the faces she interacts with before their departure. {same personality Horde & Alliance}

Language(s): Common, Thalassian

Notable Scars, Marks, etc: {Both Horde and Alliance} Fey suffers from Brittle-Bone disease & Severe Anemia; causing bruises to appear throughout her body from even the slightest touch to anything, keeping her extremely pale and sickly looking. The bruises would be most noticeable upon her finger tips and hands, though may be mistaken for the perks of being a Tailor. 

First Appearances:  Appears to shine with innocence, dressed in light colored dresses and or gear to compliment her extremely pale complexion. Long braided hair that sits along her back, reaching to the top of her rump in an intricate ‘victorian’ style braid. 

Where I RP: Discord, Tumblr & In-Game

Blog: @feylansilverlight

Name: Hasakii Blackarrow

Race: Sin’dorei 

FC (Visual Reference) Anna Silk

Can Currently Be Found In: Feralas & Silvermoon City (rare occasions) 

Would They Be Known :  A very reserved and lone woman, keeping to herself and her animals opposed to striking up conversations with strangers or making herself known to the world. She prefers solitude. 

Personality: A strict Military Woman, casting aside those who are incapable of manners and or respect for their elders. She however, can be a sweet & loving woman to those she holds dear. Protective & wise in her older age. 

Language(s): Thalassian, Common, Orcish

Notable Scars, Marks, etc: N/A

First Appearances: Would be hard to miss when and if one would spot her within the city, dressed in heavy black mail armor, a Wolf Mask sitting over her face, or atop her head. She would never be seen without her companion Maro, A large and often described as over-sized Dire Wolf, black in color with a large and heavy chain around his neck. Red eyes, with hints of grey around his muzzle. He’d stand to her waist, keeping close to her flank with a protective gaze; growling at passerby's. 

Where I RP: Discord, Tumblr. (don’t rp Hasakii in game often)

Blog: @thee-wolf-mother

[newstanmarshblog]

The Average and Unusual Couple: Chapter Five

   In the days leading up to the weekend, Stan and Lydia got to know each other a little bit more. While Stan shares his love for board games and music, Lydia shares her love for bugs and horror movies. Stan got to meet Lydia’s mom since she’s the new school’s art teacher, and in during their first art class, Lydia got embarrassed by her mother for acknowledging that she was her daughter and sharing a memory past about Lydia’s bunny costume. And Lydia got to made some new friends too. Some of her new friends include Wendy, Bebe, Kyle, and Kenny. She’s also so far natural with Cartman even though she thinks he’s a much worser person than Claire Brewster ever was to her, and has been keeping her distance away from the goth kids.

   It was now Saturday morning. As she waits at Stark’s Pond for Stan to arrive, Lydia was talking to Beetlejuice. And while Beetlejuice is super happy to hangout with his best friend again for the first time since leaving Peaceful Pines, he’s not too fond on the idea of having another person joining them.

   Beetlejuice: So, Lyds, tell me again on what your new friend is like?

   Lydia: Stan is literally the most generous person that I ever met. He’s thoughtful, kind, honest, fun to talk with, and even adorable.

   Beetlejuice: Adorable?! *sticks his tongue out* He is like puppy adorable, or creepy adorable?

   Lydia: He has a poof ball hat, the same raven hair color as I do, and has blue eyes.

   Beetlejuice: Crap, sounds like a pretty boy to me. *talks to the reader* Prettiness, you know I hate it.

   Lydia: Come on, Beetlejuice. Just give him a chance. There might be something that you and him could have in common.

   Beetlejuice: He better has some puns.

   Lydia: I haven’t seen his sense of humor yet, but who knows.

   She receives a phone text from Stan that his mother had just dropped him off, and he’ll meet up with her in a few minutes.

   Lydia: Okay, Beetlejuice. You better change up.

   Beetlejuice: Say hello to…*changes himself into Cousin BJ*…Cousin BJ!

   Lydia: It has been a long time since you disguise yourself as my cousin.

   Beetlejuice: Wait until I tell him where I came from, then I’m sure he’ll get annoyed by it. *chuckles a bit*

   From a short distance away, Stan finally shows up.

   Stan: What’s up, Lydia!

   Lydia: Hi, Stan! How was your morning?

   Stan: Aside from my dad talking shit about his new weed store coming up, it was fine. *notices a new kid with the long bright blonde hair right beside Lydia* And who you might be?

   Cousin BJ: The name’s Cousin BJ, but please just call me BJ. I’m Lydia’s cousin.

   Stan: Did you just moved here too recently?

   Cousin BJ: Actually, I’m visiting over here from…*puts on a Raiders hat*…Raiders Country!

   Stan: *sigh* You’re from Vegas, huh? Well, just a friendly reminder that this is Broncos Country, and this town doesn’t treat any Raiders fan here so kindly.

   Cousin BJ: I also don’t treat any Broncos fan so kindly either…*lifts up the black and white stripe t-shirt to show off a chopped off Broncos logo on his chubby belly*…see?

   Stan annoyed: You fucking bastard.

   Cousin BJ: *laughs hysterically* Your team will always suck no matter which quarterback you guys have.

   Stan: Oh yeah, at least my team more recently won a super bowl unlike your team that struggled in their last super bowl appearance.

   Lydia: Oh come on, you guys. We’re here to have fun exploring this town today, not argue about any football rivalry.

   Cousin BJ: Yeah, you’re right, Lyds. Let’s put this whole rivalry thing behind us just as long we can all agree that the Raiders are the superior team.

   Lydia: Zip it, BJ!

   A zipper magically appears to shut Cousin BJ’s lips.

   Stan: What the hell? How did you do that?

   Cousin BJ: *unzip his mouth* Sorry, I’ve should mentioned earlier that I like to do magic tricks. Like for example, what’s that behind your ear?

   Cousin BJ grabs something behind Stan’s right ear, and it reveals to be a picture that saids “Broncos still suck”.

   Stan: Yeah, yeah. Can we now start our day instead and keep our football opinions to ourselves, please?

   Lydia: You better do what he says, BJ. Or else I’m gonna send you back where you came from.

   Cousin BJ: Okay, okay, fine. I have better tricks to pull off onto other people later on anyway.

   Stan: We’ll start off by making our way into main street. Then I’ll show you both our local restaurants and stores, and then we’ll head to our town’s shopping mall as our last destination. Let’s go.

   After leaving’s Stark Pond, Stan begins to give Lydia and Cousin BJ the grand tour of South Park. He first shows them the church that he and his family used to go too, then takes them to the town’s elementary, middle, and high schools. Followed by a quick look at the community center, and now they were by the police station.

   Stan: Here’s our local police station. We unfortunately here have some of the worst cops in all of Colorado because our current police force are often lazy and corrupt. And years ago before our current police force stepped in, we only had one single cop that kept the law in order despite on not being a smart person.

   Lydia: Wow! That’s pretty terrible.

   Stan: Just as long you guys follow the law and keep your distance away from them, you’ll be alright.

   As they leave to head to main street, Cousin BJ can’t help but on wanting to pull a dirty prank on those cops.

   Cousin BJ: Hmm, they almost sound like my kind of people. But still, better give them what they deserve.

   He uses his magic to place a huge box that’s fulled with donuts, and then has a magical hand knocking on the glass door. Sergeant Yates opens the door, and sees the box of donuts in front of him.

   Yates: Well, well. Looks like somebody out there is finally giving us the love that we truly deserve after all. I just hope this box isn’t from a latino donut shop.

   He picks up the box, opens it, and takes out one of the donuts for a quick bite. As he takes his bite, he suddenly gets electrocuted and spits out the donut bite he just had.

   Yates: The fuck kind of donut is this?!

   He tosses that donut away, and takes a bite from a different donut that has cockroaches in it. Yates feels their legs moving inside of his mouth, and immediately spits it out.

   Yates: Cockroaches?!

   He aggressively throws down the box of donuts onto the concrete sidewalk, and uses his gun to shoot at it serval times. As the donuts break into pieces, Yates notices that the donuts had other things in them such as bones, worms, black widows, and one donut even had urine in it.

   Yates angry: Some kind of a prank, huh? I may not know the crook that’s really responsible for this, and probably will never know, but I’m still gonna arrest somebody else for this and put the entire blame to that person instead!

   Meanwhile, Stan continues on touring Lydia and Cousin BJ throughout South Park. After showing off the mayor’s building, they were now at main street.

   Stan: So, welcome to main street. This is where you’ll find our post office and bank at, but this area also has a T-Mobile, a book store, a rhinoplasty building where my mom works at, and a photography business place call Photo Dojo.

   Lydia: Does Photo Dojo sale any photographic stuff there too, or is it just a business place in general?

   Stan: It’s mainly a business place where you get you picture taken by a professional photographer, but they also do sale some camera equipment there too since we don’t have any camera store in South Park. And before you ask Lydia, I’m gonna take a wild guess that you want to check that place out?

   Lydia smiling: Of course. I’m dying to see what the place is like.

   Stan smiling: Then follow me this way.

   Stan takes Lydia and Cousin BJ to the Photo Dojo. As they walk into the building, they see the booth area and creation station on the left side, a shopping area on the right side, and in front of them serval feet away was a door that its label saids “Photo Studio”.

   Employee: Hello, welcome to Photo Dojo. May I help you guys with something?

   Stan: These two people here with me are from out of town, and want to check this place out.

   Employee: Alrighty, then. If you need anything, I’ll be right here at the booth, minding my own business.

   Lydia: Thanks.

   As the gang browses the shopping area, Cousin BJ sees the many frame pictures that are hanging around the walls. One of the pictures that catches his attention was an image that has a giant douche bottle and a giant sandwich with a huge turd in it.

   Cousin BJ: Hey, pretty boy. Can you explain to me about that picture over there? *points to the picture that he was looking at*

   Stan: Ugh, that fucking picture. Back when I was still in the fourth grade, our school and this town were having an election style debate on picking either a Giant Douche or a Turd Sandwich as our new mascot following from receiving threats by PETA because our mascot is a cow. When the election was over, the Giant Douche won the majority vote. But then shortly afterwards, we heard news that all the PETA members were massacred by a rapping gangster group led by Puff Daddy, and we all just instead went back into being the South Park Cows.

   Cousin BJ: Sounds like a huge waste of time.

   Stan: It totally was, BJ. I for one am very glad that we’re still the Cows to this very day because that debate was the most stupidest thing in the history of this town, and I can’t imagine on what South Park would’ve looked like on having either a Giant Douche or a Turd Sandwich as our mascot.

   As Stan leaves to check on Lydia, Cousin BJ looks at the picture one more time.

   Cousin BJ: Hmmm, yep. Mayor Maynot is the Giant Douche, and I’m the Turd Sandwich.

   Lydia meanwhile was checking out all the camera equipment that are available to purchase. Even though they were all very pricey for her to buy, she was at least very happy to see all the different types of cameras up close in person instead of seeing images of them on the internet. But there was one kind of camera that got her really excited as she sees it.

   Lydia excited: Deadly Vu! I can’t believe that they actually have this here!

   Stan: See something that you like?

   Lydia happy: The Fujifilm X-T4! It’s said to be one of the most advanced cameras in the market right now. This beauty has superb image quality, a IBIS for video, can be very durable in nearly any weather condition, and looks super sexy in black. If not for it’s $1,600 price tag, I would try to get this spectacular camera in a heartbeat.

   Stan: Have you talked with your parents about on wanting to own this camera?

   Lydia: Not yet. I’ve learned about the Fujifilm X-T4 last month, but our financial budget was mainly focus on moving over to this town during the summer. And even if I were to ask them about the camera right now, they’ll surely say no. Hopefully time will pass enough for the camera to become cheeper, and then I’ll talk to my parents on buying it.

   Stan: What kind of camera do you currently use?

   Lydia: I use a Canon EOS camera that I got serval years ago during my eleventh birthday. It has been now over 3 years now since I received it, and while it still works good, I gotta start thinking about in getting a new camera sometime next year. Especially since I’ve so far have taken over 70,000 pictures with it.

   Stan: Holy shit, dude! Even I don’t take that many pictures with my cell phone. When was the last time that you used your camera?

   Lydia: Last week. I took some pictures of the Rocky Mountain as we made it to our new home, and in during our long road trip, we made one special pit stop at the Field Museum in Chicago where I’ve taken over two hundred pictures there.

   Stan getting excited: The Field Museum? So, that means you came across Sue the T. rex over there, right?

   Lydia happy: Yep. I got to see Sue in all of her glory. But I wasn’t just there to see Sue, I also really wanted to see all of their amazing fossil collection over there too.

   Stan: You’re into paleontology, dinosaurs, and other prehistoric stuff as well?

   Lydia: That’s right. My love for dinosaurs was the biggest thing in my childhood before entering the first grade.

   Stan super happy: Oh my god! I love dinosaurs so fucking much! They were the biggest thing in my childhood too! Even more so than sports and Disney put together. And I still love studying about prehistoric life to these very day.

   Lydia happy: Me too! Every time I read any article about paleontology, my inner kid self comes out of me and I’ll always get excited on learning about them.

   Stan: None of my friends here don’t have the same love for prehistoric stuff as I do, and now you’re very first person that I know that has the same passion for it like I have within me. I can go on and on, but I’m just overall so happy to have a friend that share the same love for prehistoric stuff like myself. *smiles*

   Lydia smiling: Same. None of my friends or anyone else from Peaceful Pines doesn’t really care about paleontology as I do. They all think that it’s just childish stuff, and find it to be very boring too.

   Stan: That’s how my friends view it as well. They just want to change the subject whenever I talk to them about dinosaurs and other prehistoric stuff. If there’s ever a science project in our class, we should definitely team up on researching in the history of South Park during prehistoric times, and hopefully it’ll get them excited enough to know what extinct animal used to roamed here long time ago.

   Lydia puts her right hand onto Stan’s right shoulder.

   Lydia smiling: I’m all game for that, Stan.

   They both smilie at each other for a very long moment, and then Cousin BJ shows up.

   Cousin BJ: Hey, Dino nerds! I hate to ruin your moment and all, but I’m ready to eat.

   Stan: Oh, okay. Is there anything you to buy here before we head to lunch, Lydia?

   Lydia: I’ll just buy a memory card for my camera.

   After making her purchase from the Photo Dojo, Lydia, along with Stan, and Cousin BJ head over to Freeman’s Tacos to have their lunch. Stan and Lydia had some tacos while Cousin BJ had a huge burrito and secretly put some leeches in it. Following from their lunch break, Stan shows off Lydia and Cousin BJ the rest of South Park. He shows them the town’s local movie theater, the outdoor basketball court where he usually hangs with his friends at, Tweek’s coffee shop, and they finally made it to South Park’s shopping mall. At the mall, they visited a lot of stores such as Hot Topic, Old Navy, a board game shop, and even a fossil shop where Stan got himself a Spinosaurus tooth. And just before they were about to leave, they unexpectedly came across Butters.

   Butters: Hi Stan, hi Lydia. Nice to see you two being together in this great weekend.

   Cousin BJ: Who’s the Eric Stough look alike?

   Butters: Excuse me?

   Stan: This is Lydia’s cousin, BJ. BJ, this is Butters.

   Cousin BJ: Butters?! *laughs* What kind of a silly name is that?

   Butters: It’s a middle name that my mom gave to me because she loves that name. My full name is Leopold Butters Stotch. Out of those three names, I preferred on being called Butters, and only Butters.

   Cousin BJ: Whatever you say…*air quote hand sign*…Butters. *talks to the reader* It’s a silly name, but you know what, I love fucking it.

   Lydia: What are you doing over here, Butters?

   Butters: My parents are super pissed off at me for accidentally making a big mess at the kitchen as I was trying to make pancakes for them. I got tripped by my untied shoes that I didn’t even know about while I was carrying the mix in a big bowl which then resulted for the accident to happen. After getting yelled at by my parents, I needed to get away from them for the rest of the day, and here I am.

   Lydia: Damn, that’s pretty awful. I’ve never heard of any parent getting upset at their child for anything like that. Are you feeling any better right now?

   Butters: Yeah, I feel a bit happier now. I hung out with Jimmy earlier today, and his jokes helped me a lot.

   Cousin BJ: So this town does have its own comedian here, huh? I would like to meet him someday.

   Stan: I think you’ll like him, BJ. His jokes are kinda similar to your sense of humor.

   Cousin BJ: I just hope his jokes aren’t like that from a certain pirate that I unfortunately know too well.

   Butters: Well, it’s getting late. I gotta get home before my parents will get even more piss off with me for being home late.

   Stan: Butters, may I give you a quick advice?

   Butters: Sure, what is it?

   Stan: Whenever your parents’ abuse goes too far, you need to stand up to them. Tell them that you won’t take any more abuses from them any longer and that you wish to be treated from them more fairly. And if they don’t stop, call in child protective service.

   Butters smiling: Thanks, Stan. I’m so very happy to have you as a friend.

   Lydia: I hope things will be alright with you, Butters. Be brave, don’t tolerate anymore of your parents’ abuse bullshit, and I’m very sure that there’ll be a light tunnel waiting for you to get away from this madness.

   Butters smiling: Thank you, Lydia. That means a lot to me. And you know, I really do believe that you two will become more than friends someday. You’re both perfect for each other.

   Both Stan and Lydia blushed while Cousin BJ gets a bit jealous on what Butters had just said.

   Butters: Anyway, it was great seeing you guys. And it was nice to meet you too, BJ. Have a good night!

   Stan: You too.

   As Butters leaves the mall, Lydia wanted to have a private talk with Beetlejuice before she and Stan head over to her house.

   Lydia: I gotta use the restroom before we head out, Stan.

   Cousin BJ: Yeah, me too.

   Stan: Okay. I’ll be waiting at the bench until you guys get back.

   Stan takes his seat at the bench while Lydia and Cousin BJ walk over to the restroom area. After taking his seat, Stan feels a warmth heartbeat within him.

   Stan: I can’t believe that this is happening so quick. I’ve never had this kind of feeling ever since my relationship with Wendy. Regardless if Butters is right about me and Lydia or not, I need to keep things cool for the time being.

   At the restroom area, Lydia and Cousin BJ were completely alone. Lydia also double checked to see if there was any security camera around, and thankful there wasn’t any of them.

   Lydia: Okay, Beetlejuice. It’s all clear.

   Beetlejuice changes back to his normal self.

   Beetlejuice: Babes, don’t tell me that you’re actually falling in love with that pretty boy?

   Lydia: I…I…I honestly don’t know yet. But one thing that I won’t hold back on is that I’m having strong feelings for Stan already. There’s something very special about him that spilts him apart from all the other crushes that I ever had.

   Beetlejuice: It’s just as I feared, you are feeling in love with him! This is all happening just as quickly as me being washed up! *magically gets washed up on a beach with his face on the sand*

   Lydia: Beetlejuice, I get it. You’re afraid that I’m not gonna able to spend time with you as much as we did back then.

  Beetlejuice: What the hell are you talking about? I’ll be fine on my own, no sweat! *starting to sweat and tearing up a bit* Okay, fine! I am jealous! Not only am I jealous of on seeing you spending a lot of time with someone else, but I’m afraid that you’ll soon forget about me. I can go on easily without relying on most of my own friends and family, but there’s only one person that I just can’t continue on with, and that person is you. I can’t afford to lose you for at any cost, Lydia. I just can’t!

   Lydia hasn’t seen Beetlejuice with such honesty in a long time. While her ghostly best friend has always been honest with her, it’s not too often that he speaks the honesty from his heart, and he keeps that personal feeling to himself all the time. She puts her arm around Beetlejuice to comfort him.

   Lydia: Beetlejuice, just because I’m starting a new special relationship with Stan and spending a lot of time with him doesn’t mean that I’m leaving you forever. There’s a very personal place in my heart that you’re a part of, and that is something that’ll never ever go away no matter what. The day when we first met each other, there was a really good reason onto why I started to like you. It wasn’t just because of your sense of humor, but you also gave me a really special gift within me.

   Beetlejuice: What kind of a gift?

   Lydia: Self-confidence on being myself. Before I met you, I was never too confident onto showing my true self to a lot of people because a lot of those people don’t love the kind of stuff that I do, and they’ll think of me as some kind of a freak if I ever told them about my life. During that time, I was afraid on even trying to make a friend because of it. But then everything change for me when we first met. It’s because of the way on how you loved me for being who I am, it finally gave me the self-confidence that I desperately needed to move on with my life. And that very gift you gave me is the very main reason onto why you’ll forever be in my heart for the rest of time. No matter on who I end up being with in my adult life, I’ll always love you on not just as the greatest friend that I’ll ever have, but also as a special member of my family that’ll just be between the two us forever and ever.

   Beetlejuice tears himself a bit with great joy.

   Beetlejuice smiling: Babes, you really know how to give the ghost with the most a big smile better than anyone else. *clams himself down* Although don’t say anything about this to anyone else as I need to keep my reputation fully secure. *burps himself pretty loud*

   Lydia: *laughs* Okay, okay. I’ll keep quiet about everything that was said here for the time being.

   Beetlejuice: Thanks, Lyds. It’s the right thing to do. And you know what, I’m starting to think that Stan isn’t as much a pain in the ass kind of a guy as I thought he’ll be to me. He kinda reminds me of you a bit.

   Lydia: I’m so happy to hear that you’re starting to like him, BJ. We should plan on doing something fun with him again.

   Beetlejuice: Or better yet, give him a trip to the Netherworld.

   Lydia: Let’s not rush onto that idea for now. I want to get to know him much more first before I ever make a decision like that.

   Beetlejuice: Whatever you say, Lyds. But anyway, I’ll leave you two alone for the rest of the night together. And I hope you won’t mind that I can give a quick check on you before heading to bed.

   Lydia: Sure thing, Beetlejuice. I’ll give you the call whenever I can later tonight.

   Beetlejuice: Take it easy, and don’t go too explicit if you know what I mean. See ya! *disappears*

   Lydia: *chuckles* Oh Beetlejuice, you and your dirty jokes.

   Lydia walks her way back to the bench where Stan was still waiting.

   Stan: Where’s Cousin BJ?

   Lydia: He had to leave right away because his parents needed him back at the motel in time for dinner.

   Stan: Oh. He was a pretty interesting guy. Just as long as he doesn’t talk shit about our football rivalry again, he’s not such a bad person to be around with.

   Lydia: Yeah, he may not be perfect, but BJ still has a great heart inside of him. So, are you ready for our sleepover tonight?

   Stan: I’ve been dying to return back to my old house for a long time now. So yes, I am ready.

   Lydia: Let’s get going then, shall we?

   As he and Lydia leave the mall, Stan’s heart begin to beat with both excitement and nervousness in returning to the very place that he sees as his true home.

   In the next chapter, Stan and Lydia have dinner and a sleepover together.

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Marie Antoinette

Marie Antoinette may have not been an artist herself in the terms of physically creating the work but to me she was the art. A walking talking statement of creative genius she was a muse to many such as Léonard Autié Coiffeur de la Reine the hairdresser who created her towering 3ft wigs and Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun Marie Antoinette's unofficial painter who created more than 30 portraits of the queen and her family.

Something I find important to remember is the differences between her childhood in Austria where she was surrounded by love compared to the circumstances she found herself Married into, an unpopular alliance between two historical enemies.

In Austria she was free to dress and socialize with who she wished she wasn't forced into friendships due to ranks. She could retire to the privacy of the royal apartments for relaxation and peace whilst at Versailles she was just an object to be gawked at and gossiped about. Everything revolved around ceremony and pompous rituals. “Marie Antoinette is surrounded by a swarm of courtesans the duchess pulls up the sleeve of the queens dress while someone else pulls up the left suddenly there's a scratch at the door a princess enters her rank is higher the duchesses so they have to start over again and there is Marie Antoinette standing in the dead of winter shivering and losing her patience with the endless ballet." that is why she wanted to get away from everything she hated about court and all its formalities.

The Petit Trianon was Marie Antoinette's first request to LouisXVl after their coronation in 1774 were she was crowned queen of France at the age of 19. A small Chateau built on the grounds besides the world famous botanical Gardens. Originally built as a gift for LouisXV’s mistress Madame de pompadour later given to Madame Du Barry, LouisXV’s favorite who Marie Antoinette originally snubbed due to her position of “immorality” when she arrived at the court of Versailles at the age of 14.

Marie Antoinette hated the structured regiments of court and the aristocrats who prided themselves on their station. She decided to surround herself with people based on their merit usually people around her own age, fun light hearted these people would become known as coterie the queens society. only people invited could visit the Chateau, it is even said king LouisXVl had to ask permission to attend. This caused outrage with the upper class who had never not been able to watch everything the royals did especially the queen. Rumors soon started to fly about the queens attitude and fact that after 5 years of marriage there had never been any children or the fact that there was no evidence of them even consummating the marriage.

The Trianon, 18th century Rococo architecture that transitioned to a neoclassical style. The chateau was designed to never see servants, the dining table even had a mechanism were it could be set in the servants quarters and then raised to the dining room. Privacy was the main aim with the interior decorating, painted screens could be placed in front of all the windows which only caused further contention with the already aristocrats and rumors swirled about what truly happened behind the walls.

Inside the queen wanted to reflect the beauty and grace of nature. Adorning the walls are motifs of flowers and delicate ornaments, feminine and soft touches . A preference for pastels and whites.

It was rumored that the queen had spent fortunes redecorating and that in her newly functioning theatre there were precious gems in the walls. While she did use the finest crafts men most of the work was made to be cost effective, the statues rumored to be solid gold were a form of papier mâché with gold leaf add on top.” The various shades of gold blend harmoniously with the false marble paneling dominated by violet tones.”

Marie Antoinette even took to the stage in private performances where if enough seats weren't filled she allowed the servants to sit in as well, this infuriated the aristocrats that had in thier minds been essentially seen as less than common folk.

Once finished with the chateau Marie Antoinette turned her attention to the gardens. She demolished nearly the entirety of the world famous botanical gardens and in its stead adopted an increasingly popular English style called Anglo-Oriental.A step away from the extremely controlled and structured French gardens it seems she wanted to reflect her new found freedom onto the landscape. when designing the new gardens, Marie Antoinette made the decision to limit the number of buildings. She ultimately decided on two ornamental structures, the Belvedere and the Love Monument, both designed by her official architect Richard Mique.

The queen loved to gamble and play card games. It would be unbefitting of her station to be seen in the same dress twice. Her hair styles the ques-a-co and the poof often consisted of towering wigs with adornments of jewelry and ostrich feathers they were covered in a flour based powder which left many commoners furious since there was a flour shortage in France. She spent and spent with LouisXVl footing the bill most of the blame for all of Frances money issues were placed onto Marie Antoinette but at the same time LouisXVl was fronting the bill against the British in the American war, the French debt was rising rapidly so were the taxes.

After years of marriage and inexperience on both parts Marie Antoinette and LouisXVl consummated their marriage after seven years. They had four children, first Marie-Thérèse-Charlotte, Marie Antoinette's birthing room was so cluttered by aristocrats clambering to get a view of the heir to France being born that the queen nearly passed out until a window was opened. Her next child the future dauphine Louis-Joseph-Xavier-François was the child France most wished for, she had finally produced an heir she had done her duty as queen. Louis-Charles was third then Sophie-Hélène-Béatrix who sadly died of tuberculous very young.

Tales of Marie Antoinette's promiscuity ran rampant especially since her inner circle consisted of young handsome gentlemen. Though much of this is untrue gossip she did allow herself one love Count von Fersen. After giving birth to a son she after many years of having a fondness for the Swedish count felt she fulfilled her duty to the state and wanted to fall in love. The English gardens had done what they were designed for create an idealic landscape as if out of love poem.

Marie Antoinette now set her sights on a new project the queens hamlet she tasked Richard Mique once again with her vision extending the gardens to the north and building a whole model village around an artificial lake. Based off a Normandy village full of cottages and barns. Each of the buildings had a specific function five were reserved for use by the Queen and the other seven had a functional purpose and were for agricultural purposes.

These buildings were never meant to be permeant fixtures for centuries to come. They were designed and built like stage props. All the bricks were painted on so from across the lake they would seem real. The scattered small buildings gave the illusion of a working village. A guard house was disguised as a peasant cottage, there was a dairy, fishery working farm as well as a boudoir and a dressing room even a decorative mill but most importantly and the largest of the buildings The house of the Queen. Marie Antoinette used the hamlet as teaching tool of what a commoners life was for her children.

Though simplistic and beautiful it was an untrue assumption of life in France. hopeless poverty and starvation is more accurate. And all their anger was pointed to the only person they could find the queen.

Marie Antoinette started to move away from the heavy make-up and the popular wide-hooped panniers. And onto a more soft feminine and freeing ensemble gaulle, a layered muslin dress. She commissioned a painting by Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun in one such dress and a straw hat holding a flower. At Le Brun first Salon, she displayed a number of portraits, including one of the queen in a white muslin dress and straw hat. The way the queen was depicted caused much controversy since it was seen as unbefitting of someone of her status to be seen in something akin to undergarments. People argued that she was putting the whole French silk makers out of business since all the muslin used had to be imported after all this it was decided that Le Brun was to paint a replica portrait but of the queen in formal attire.

The final point in her demise in the eyes of the public perception is something she had nothing to do with. Cardinal de Rohan someone who Marie Antoinette disliked even when he had been the French ambassador to Vienna when she was a child and had never spoken a word to him at French court. In 1874 the cardinal trying to gain favour with the queen so he could join the king's council meet Jeanne de la Motte who convinced him she could get him access to the queen. So began the cardinals and the queens alleged correspondence where he grew enamoured and feel in love with the so called queen, he arranged a meeting through Jeanne de la Motte in the gardens of Versailles he thought he was meeting Marie Antoinette but it was actually a prostitute that had a great likeness to the queen that Jeanne de la Motte had paid. She with her fake relationship to the queen was able to request large sums of money from the cardinal for the queens "charity work” and often boasted to the courtiers about her fake relationship with the queen.

The jewellers Boehmer and Bassenge who had many times tried to sell a diamond necklace worth 2,000,000 livres that had been commissioned by the previous king LouisXV for his mistress Madame du Barry to Marie Antoinette. Had decided that they would try again to have Marie Antoinette buy it through Jeanne de la Motte. She originally refused the request but ultimately agreed.

Jeanne de la Motte wrote to the cardinal as the queen ordering him to buy the necklace, saying that she wanted to purchase the necklace but didn’t want to do it publicly due to the price. So, he did, he agreed to pay the jewellers in instalments and gave the necklace to Jeanne de la Motte who promptly sent to have the jewels removed and sold on the black market. When it was time to pay Jeanne de la Motte gave the jewellers the cardinals letters but that wasn’t sufficient and the jewellers complained to Marie Antoinette, who when asked said she had done nothing of the sort.

The cardinal was arrested but later found innocent and Jeanne de la Motte and her accomplices guilty but that did not stop the public outrage and blame from being placed upon Marie Antoinette, an image of her as a manipulative spendthrift, more interested in vanity than in the welfare of her people.

Marie Antoinette began to abandon her more carefree activities to become more involved in politics and royal affairs after the birth of her children after the diamond necklace incident and to try to portray herself in a better public light. She commissioned a painting by Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun once again to paint her in a more human light with her three surviving children around her and her eldest son pointing towards the empty cradle, a grieving mother. She wore mature clothes with less decorations but still in a formal setting. But this did not help revolution loomed. On the 4th June her eldest son the dauphine died the queen went into a deep mourning.

Paris was besieged by riots that culminated in the storming of the Bastille on 14 July. Courtesans and aristocrats were all being evacuated from Versailles in fears of an attack, but Marie Antoinette choose to stay with her husband even though she was in great danger. Her husband LouisXV1 was executed on 21 January 1793. Marie Antoinette was charged with depletion of the national treasury, conspiracy against the internal and external security of the State, and high treason because of her intelligence activities in the interest of the enemy.

She had her hair shorn off and was made to change her clothes in front of the guards, she wore a simple white dress. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back and was made to ride on the back of an open wagon for an hour. Marie Antoinette was guillotined at 12:15 p.m. on 16 October 1793.