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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Hi! I love your blog and i check daily for updates because your fics/drabbles make my days! I wanted to request (if you're up to it) something with steve going deaf after the concussion in s2? Thank you so much! I hope you feel better soon and have a great day❤

So, I’ve broken my eardrums several times and that causes temporary hearing loss, so I based what Steve experiences on that as well as some stuff I read written by folks that lost their hearing.

I also wanna rec this fic, which has a similar idea, but Steve begins the story hard of hearing, so I tried to make them different!

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Billy doesn’t know what happened when the kids drugged him and left him there.

All he knows is that he was startled awake by the sounds of Maxine driving his own car and the kids fucking screaming.

Something about Harrington being bitten?

And they dragged Steve out of his car, and he was bloody, and unconscious, and had a big gash in the back of his head.

Billy helped them bring him to the couch, using Steve’s jacket to pillow his head, trying to staunch the bleeding from the wound there.

“Why the fuck didn’t you take him to the hospital?”

Everyone was quiet as Steve groaned, shifting slightly.

His eyes fluttered open.

They were hazy and unfocused, looking slowly around the room.

“Hey, buddy. How are ya feeling?” Steve stared blankly at Dustin.

“I, what?”

Steve felt like he was underwater.

The world was moving too slowly around him, everything was hazy and muffled and he didn’t know which way was up, which part of his body hurt more.

He barely remembers being in those tunnels, the ‘dogs rushing them, getting tossed against the cave wall.

And then, nothing.

Nothing but blue eyes and rough hands.

And Dustin asked him something, but he was too far away, or maybe he was being quiet for once in his life, but Steve just heard ay-u are-a ee.

And then Billy said something, and Steve could pick up osital before Billy was picking him up like he weighed nothing and putting him back in that car.

And Steve could sort of make out the sound of the engine through his underwater brain.

But it didn’t sound anything like it did that first day when Billy roared into the high school parking lot, didn’t even sound like when Max was driving earlier.

And Billy fucking knew something was wrong.

Every time he spoke, Steve didn’t acknowledge him. And he would chalk it up to Steve just fucking hating him, but he figured he’d get some kind of response, even if it was just a glare.

He took him to the emergency room, helping him out of the car.

“My friend hit his head. He’s bleeding and he’s really spaced out.”

Steve let the nurses and the doctors examine him.

He felt like he was only going deeper under water.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I can’t hear you.”

He couldn’t even hear his own voice.

The nurse’s smile slid right off her face.

And then there was another doctor, and he was wheeled into a new room, and had to lay very still in a large cream colored tube.

“Harrington?”

Billy hadn’t been allowed to accompany Steve back. No familial relation, and all that.

But he was getting regular updates as they performed new tests.

Last he heard, Steve was being taken for a scan, which Billy didn’t like the sound of.

“Our imaging has presented us with the cause of his loss of hearing. It appears that-”

“Sorry, loss of hearing?” And it made sense, it really did, but it also sent a fucking chill down Billy’s spine. Moreso than the unexplained animal bite that was oozing blood and puss from Steve’s leg.

“Yes, it appears Mr. Harrington has suffered a severe enough concussion we have classified it as a traumatic brain injury. Due to the location of the blow, his auditory processing has been affected. We believe he has lost approximately 90% of his hearing.”

“But this is like, just temporary, right? He’ll be fine?”

“It’s rare to lose hearing due to damage to the brainstem, so unfortunately, we don’t know.”

“You don’t, you don’t know? He could be fucking deaf forever, and you don’t know?” She gave him an unimpressed look, stared him down until he deflated, mumbled a sorry.

“Look, his injury is uncommon, not unprecedented. We hope for a full recovery, but at this point, it’s unlikely.” She gave him a half smile as he thanked her, and turned on her heel.

They gave Steve a notepad.

He didn’t like talking.

Felt like he sounded stupid.

Couldn’t hear himself to know otherwise.

And of course, he didn’t know sign language. Never had put much thought into learning it.

The nurses would give him pitying smiles, would write down their questions for him. They mostly kept to yes or no’s, allowing him to nod or shake his head.

Does it still hurt? Has your hearing improved? Do you need more pain killers?

He slept through the rest of the night, but he chalks that up to the morphine they pumped him with, the adrenaline draining from his body.

The next morning he woke up to a sweet looking nurse, writing him a note that he had visitors, and he was welcome to tell them no.

He sighed, and nodded, giving a vague come in gesture.

It was Joyce and Hop.

And Steve realized he was relieved the kids weren’t there.

Joyce scribbled something on his pad.

They told us everything. I’m so sorry, Honey.

And Steve stared crying. Started sobbing, because Joyce’s hugs were warm but her soft voice was gone.

Billy had never left the emergency room.

He had curled in one of the uncomfortable chairs, and dozed off until morning, when the Police Chief rolled in with the gaggle of kids and a short woman that gave him a shockingly tight hug, and thanked him for taking care of Steve.

“He’s deaf.” Billy’s throat felt raw. “They told me last night. Scanned his brain and the injury was real bad. They don’t know if he’ll ever hear again.”

“But they, there’s nothing they can do?” Dustin was pale.

“Not really. They said, it’s rare for how he was injured to result in hearing loss, so they just don’t know.”

The chief took that woman back to see Steve, told the kids they didn’t know if he was up for visitors just yet.

Dustin had an odd look on his face.

He set his jaw, rolled his shoulders back, planted himself in front of Billy.

“Take me to the library.” Billy raised an eyebrow.

“Not a chance.”

“Take me to the library.”

“Kid, no.”

“Yes! I need to do research! If I learn sign language, I can help Steve so we can communicate!” Lucas stood behind him.

“Take us to the library.” When Maxine stood as well, Billy sighed.

“Fine. Get in the car.”

Apparently Nancy and Jonathan broke into his house.

Nancy still remembered where he kept the spare key.

She had an odd look on her face as she passed Steve some sweats, a clean shirt. Jonathan scribbled a note and gestured to the bag he placed on one of the chairs.

We brought more clothes, didn’t know how long you’re staying.

He didn’t know either.

He told them thanks. One word was easy enough, and he’s pretty sure he saw Nancy’s eyes go a little teary at the sound of his voice.

Billy ushered the kids into the building, going over to chat with the librarian.

He had spent a decent amount of time here since moving to Hawkins. They had a decent selection, and plenty of the classics he liked to read.

He was too tired to flirt, but kept polite conversation as the kids rushed around.

“We need all the books you have on American Sign Language, deafness, and anything else on the subject.” She gave Dustin a pointed look.

“Mr. Henderson, you have five books checked out, as well as five you stole-”

“I’ll bring those back. This is urgent.” Billy put on his best tragic look.

“Marissa, the kid’s best friend has a, well he’s just gone deaf. Had a terrible accident. They just wanna be there for him, you know?” She looked at him. Her resolve was slipping. “You know, use my card for ‘em. You know I’m reliable.”

He checked out very few books, opted to read them in the library instead.

She sighed.

“I’ll show you what we’ve got.” And she grumbled all the way to the stack.

Steve was staring out the window when he received a note about more visitors.

He knew he’d have to face the kids at some point, he was just hoping to put it off.

He smiled as warmly as he could when they came in, his eyes going wide when Billy trailed in behind them.

He looked like shit.

Dustin scribbled something on the notepad.

Billy took us to the library and we got books on sign language and we’re all going to learn together so that we can all still communicate.

He wrote like he talked, run on sentences with rushed, sloppy, handwriting.

Everyone was staring at him weird, and he realized he had laughed. He took notepad scribbling on it quickly.

Thank you guys. Means a lot. Dustin smiled at him, nodding. He cast a glance over to Billy, leaning against the wall, staring out the window. Dustin took the pad.

He hasn’t left since he brought you here he slept out in the waiting room and took us to the library to get all the books AND let us check them out on his library card.

Steve nodded, clearing his throat. Billy’s jaw tightened at the sound.

“Billy.” His head whipped around, his eyes wide at Steve’s voice. Not too loud. He held up what Dustin had written down. “Thank you.” Billy just nodded at him.

The kids were picked up one by one, giving Steve tight hugs before they left.

Until it was Max asleep in a chair, Billy sitting in the other.

Steve watched as Billy took off his jacket, draping it over Max like a blanket.

He gave Steve a tight smile. Steve picked up the pad.

Why have you stayed? You didn’t have to.

Billy shrugged. Worried about you.

Steve flushed.

I’m okay.

Billy gave him a look.

Well, I will be. Billy gave him a little half smile. You really took them to the library?

The little mouthy one bullied me into it.

Steve laughed. Billy tried to stifle his own smile.

Love the image of Dustin bullying you into doing something.

Yeah well, it was humiliating. Steve smiled at him again.

So, are you learning sign language too?

Just the important shit. Princess, Pretty Boy, pain in my ass. The three P’s. Steve laughed again.

Right. Important shit. Remind me to learn asshole and piece of trash.

Steve had never really taken much notice to the way Billy laughed. But now that he couldn’t hear it, he studied Billy’s face. His eyes scrunched up, and had his teeth always been that white, and that straight? His Adam’s apple bobbed when he laughed and Steve didn’t even think, reached out and pressed his fingers softly against his throat, his palm flat on his chest.

Billy went still. Steve recoiled.

Sorry. Wanted to see if I could feel your laugh. Billy smiled sheepishly at him, taking his hand and bringing it back to his throat.

Steve could feel the vibrations in his throat, the way the air made his neck shift, his Adam’s apple moving.

He didn’t know what Billy was saying, just liked the way his lips moved, the way he could feel the words in his fingertips.

Steve’s face was soft as Billy spoke, his eyes big, his fingers soft against Billy’s throat.

“I guess I can say this now. Since you’re not ever gonna hear me say it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I said to you, did to you. You just, you scare the shit outta me, Pretty Boy. I’m not, not allowed to feel this way about you. About, about any boy. Neil’s made that really fucking clear. But I saw you, and I wanted to be near you, to hear you laugh, be the, the cause of all your damn smiles, and I’ve made you laugh twice today. And that’s the best damn feelin’ in the world.”

Steve’s eyes flicked up to his face when he couldn’t feel words anymore, and those soft fingers retreated again.

Steve took the notepad.

Billy liked his handwriting.

I like the way it feels when you talk. He smiled all bright and Steve Harrington pretty. Never thought about feeling someone speaking like that before. And then Billy’s heart sank. What did you say.

Talkin’ shit on you.

That’s rude. I’m a deaf person now. That’s bigamy.

I’m going to assume you meant bigotry. Steve flushed.

Yeah, whatever. Steve was all huffy. It was adorable.

Sorry, I’ll only talk shit in sign once we all earn it.

Thank you. I appreciate it. Steve reached out, slapping playfully at Billy’s chest. Billy had the overwhelming urge to take his hand, kiss his knuckles.

He was too scared.

When do you get out of here? I got an idea.

Billy was there to pick him and take him home.

Steve had been in the hospital for over two weeks, as they wanted to monitor the injury.

He had completely lost his hearing, and had given up hope of it returning.

But Billy had been by everyday, usually bringing Dustin and some of the library books, and they had all mastered the sign language alphabet, and had all learned a few words.

Steve had a few bags of things people had brought to him, everything fitting nicely in the trunk of the Camaro.

Billy had offered to drive him own, wanted to see something.

He made a beeline to the quarry, finding a spot overlooking the water.

He took the pad from Steve’s lap, writing I have an idea, tell me when you can feel it.

He rifled through the cardboard box in the backseat, holding up the tape for Steve to see.

It was KISS, Dynasty.

Steve made a face.

Billy rolled his eyes, pushing the tape in. He turned up the bass, cranking the volume.

The first song, I Was Made For Lovin’ You, had one of Billy’s favorite bass lines ever.

He turned up the bass some more, until his speakers sounded like shit, the song completely distorted.

But Steve’s eyes were wide, his hand on his chest. Billy stole the pad.

At concerts, sometimes you can feel the bass in your body. I thought that might work for you. Can still listen to music. I got a lot of bass heavy stuff.

Steve’s bottom lip trembled.

He sniffed, wiping at his eyes.

Billy doesn’t know what he had done wrong, if maybe it was insensitive, this whole music thing.

He went to turn down the music, but Steve grabbed his wrist. He took the notepad.

Thank you, Billy. You’re really nice. Not listening to music anymore was really making me sad. This was a good idea.

Steve smiled at him, his eyes still wide and gooey wet.

Billy didn’t think about.

Just put one hand on the back of Steve’s neck, and pulled him forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Steve was stiff against him, and Billy was about to pull back, scribble an apology on the pad, put then Steve sighed, and melted against Billy.

They pulled away from one another, and Steve was biting his lip, made Billy kiss him again.

Been wanting to do that for a while. Billy had tossed the pad onto his lap. Steve scoffed at it.

Why didn’t you?

Too scared. Steve just looked at him. The song clicked to the next, the steady kick drum of 2,000 Man made Steve’s hand flutter back to his chest. You like this one?

This album is good. Now that I can’t actually hear it. Billy shoved him. Steve huffed a little laugh.

Dick.

#yikes writes #this one got so long but i wanted to end it on a happier note #i actually really like this one #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #deaf!steve #deaf!steve harrington

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greylunar · 4 years

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PLEASE do in depth analyses of all of the houses for your quiz I was enraptured reading the gryffindor one and I didn’t even get gryffindor

JUST FOR YOU ANON, I am going to compile the sort of Final Breakdown of every house, in my opinion, that you get at the end of the quiz now. Theres more in-depth analysis of specific questions under each house’s tag on my blog, and you can feel free to ask more specifics of course bUT here is the masterpost of that c:

A Hufflepuff is, unlike a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor, an internal house. I know what you must be thinking, “how can you be the house of loyalty if you’re an internal house?” Puffs have a small network, Their People, maybe friends, maybe family, maybe friends who are family, maybe an assortment of small pets or animated characters. While Slytherins also have Their People, they have resources and associates to draw from when their bored, whereas the term associates exhausts a Hufflepuff. Spending time with people they don’t love doesn’t ever sit quite right, although they will often do it in an attempt to make folks happy. Hufflepuffs yes, are a house of kindness and of love, but unlike Gryffindors when it comes down to it they don’t have to go out of their way for kindness and love. Gryffindors will seek out situations in which they can do good. Hufflepuffs good is smaller (not lesser) in which they will do as much good as they can for the people directly in their line of sight, but when granted with the great expanse of the world it is easy for them to shrink in on themselves and not be able to cope. That said, they have so much love to give out, and will often want all their love in one place, slightly selfish but mostly excited collectors of people. If your version of the ideal future is a vague image of all the people you love in your house for [insert holiday] that is a very Hufflepuff sentiment. Hufflepuffs, like Gryffindors, are inherent/intrinsic worth folks. Hufflepuffs know who they are, or at least how they define themselves. Their moral code may not be their local government’s law (and actually very often isn’t), but it does exist and is rigid, and puffs won’t go against it unless incredibly pressed. This is a point of contention with Slytherins and Ravenclaws, and even Gryffindors who feel like they have to perform/validate their identity and choices through others. Hufflepuffs are themselves, and no one else, completely and quietly. They love their People. They want to build a home for them. That isn’t to say that puffs are necessarily gentle pushovers. A huge component of Punk and Anti-fascists align themselves with Puffs because they are So themselves and So invested in the safety and well-being of their people and community. Like slytherins, hufflepuffs often know/feel they’re weird, and tend to relish in finding people as absurd and lovely as they are. They will forgive people, possibly too much. But quietly, they will shift the little orbit of the world around themselves to be a little kinder, a little gentler, for them and the people they love. Be kind to yourself. You do not have to be any bigger than you are.

Slytherins are linked to identity, changing themselves to meet their needs and the wants of the world around them. They have specific people that are Theirs, and their circle of Actual Trust may be rather small, even if their friend/associates/resources group is a wide network. Slytherins are tied to wanting, craving, and not necessarily in a bad way or in a way that’s “ambition”. Slytherins are a house made up of people who want something or someone or some goal desperately or are made up of a myriad of little wants, but also struggle with the idea of worth and whether or not they have done enough to deserve the things they want. Sometimes, these wants are secret. Slytherins are often caught up in this wanting and this worth, and cannot see that they are already loved, completely and wholly, for who they are. When you care for someone you care for them with all of you, you are inherently a protective house like hufflepuffs for those that you care about most, and for all your wanting so so so many of you are beautiful creators (the worlds and story ideas slytherins have just roaming around in their brains?? amazing!). My advice to slytherins, if I can give some without being asked hahaha oops, is to recognize that for all the shapeshifting of the self you do, you can be exactly who you want to be, if you just give yourself permission. Who would you be in a dark room without any mirrors? How would you dance? How would you dress, for just yourself? Of course, that doesn’t mean you have to change your life tomorrow. It just means, sometimes, starting in little ways, take back a little bit of ground from the world. “This part is me. This part is mine. You aren’t allowed to have it.” It can be quiet. But you are worth so much, and you are yours. You are just as much of a person as anyone else, and have already earned love, because you never had to earn it in the first place.

Gryffindors believe in innate worth, innate characteristics, sort of your personality is that way because That Is Who You Are. Similar to hufflepuffs in this way, anti-slytherin experience haha. Gryffindors, unlike Hufflepuffs, are an external versus internal change maker. Because of this, they are often more broadly idealistic than hufflepuffs (think range, although they both hold their core values very deeply, hufflepuffs are on a smaller more condensed scale whereas gryffs will spread themselves thinner. Puffs do not have to change the world, rather they create a Home in which to put their world into, whereas a lot of Gryffindors struggle with feeling that they aren’t doing Enough, not Enough good, not Enough love. That the failures of the world are in part because they haven’t done enough to help personally). Gryffindors are very solid with their identity. While slytherins/ravenclaws will see their body/their reflection in a mirror, a scientific fact of life or something they wish they could/can change and shape, Gryffindors (with some exceptions for gender, trauma, and mental illness) tend to be confused that there are answers other than “I see myself in the mirror.” However, Gryffs can be performative, because while they see themselves, they need to be told that they are going in the right direction, they need to be loved, they need to help. Gryffindors will lose themselves a bit in an empty room, in isolation, moreso than hufflepuffs or ravenclaws. They create and change the world around them FOR the world around them, and so the world can look at them and say “okay, you did it, its okay now.” In this way, they are closest to slytherins, seeking validation, seeking a legacy, even though they may not even do it/realize its for themselves. They do good, or they try to, based on how they have defined it for themselves. They will care for you with all of them, if you earn it. They will hold you. But the voice in their head says “am I sure that this is what good looks like. Am I sure that this is enough.” From your friendly neighborhood Hufflepuff, sometimes doing what you need to take care and save yourself is the best thing for the world. Maybe cook something, have a lil dance party. You are an important part of the world. Start small, and love that part the most. You can add on from there c:

Ravenclaws shape the world around them, and create, in order to create a world that better suits themselves and their goals, rather than Slytherins who shape and create/recreate themselves to suit the world, meaning they are an external house, creating and impacting in the world around them rather than in themselves. Unlike Gryffindors, the other external house, Ravenclaws do not feel as much pressure to be seen in a sort of grand legacy or entirely shape the world around them. They give and seek knowledge and creation because, in a very basic sense, they feel like they need to. In a way I’ve said it “I could not write poetry for 30 years and that wouldn’t mean I’m not a poet. I am a poet. That does not change.” But Ravenclaws will get restless if they don’t create if they don’t learn. Their legacy doesn’t mean that the whole world will remember them forever. Its that they will create/make/do something that will matter to even one person enough that they will be remembered. A lot of Ravenclaws feel tied to their Ravenclaw identity because they don’t quite know who they’d be if they weren’t the ‘intelligent one’ if you will. But Ravenclaws sometimes forget that they create beauty every day, learn things new and small every day, without even meaning to. Ravenclaws believe identity is created/forged/remade constantly as information is gathered, and often try to seem neutral, scared of sharing an opinion unless they’ve thought it through completely and are certain they should stand by it. Ravenclaws are often searching, looking for something bigger than them, as almost to prove they are small in comparison. Sometimes the best thing a Ravenclaw can do is realize that all those wonderful books and poems and pieces of art that make you dream of a fantasy world were made in this world. This place, so full of love, that gave them to you in order for you to love it back. A lot of ‘gifted kids’ put themselves in Ravenclaw, without realizing that it was the rest of the world that put them in Ravenclaw, and not something that they chose. If that’s the case, maybe now is the time to ask yourself who is it you want to be? The self is a construct loves, and a uquiz doesn’t define you. You define you. You’re so good at creating Ravenclaw friends. Create you. You’re already magnificent. You’re already worth it. Now its time to look at yourself and give some love to that self, to ask it what it wants to be. You are, more than anything else, your greatest masterpiece.

#tal asks #anons #quiz related content #hp lore #hp lore masterpost #ravenclaw #gryffindor #hufflepuff #slytherin

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aresrl · 3 years

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I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!

I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!

Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)

You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!

#genshin request #genshin matchups #genshin #genshin impact

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prometheanglory · 4 years

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😳😳😳 if ur still doing this...... 🖋 for flint/roza and xiang/vinh....? for the brain rot 😌

😳😳😳 of course

flint/roza

some people expect flint to get all huffy or experience some sort of gapmoe sort of flustered embarrassment when it comes to roza and his feelings — but no, he’s still the same old steely flint. takes his feelings head-on (he got himself into this mess. he might as well deal with it.)

he lets roza sleep in his room but also, he doesn’t really stop to linger in the mornings — he’s waking up at 5am and that’s that. the longest he’s lingered at that was for only about... 2 minutes? there’s no altering his schedule just for lazy morning moments.

roza’s clumsiness goes very poorly with stagrove’s rather... demanding terrain. flint has another bumbling idiot(*) on his hands that he has to keep from tumbling over the sides of the treehouse. the amount of times he’s had to catch her from stumbling over the edge, it only makes him wonder when she’ll learn to walk on her own two legs.

flint sometimes carries roza when she falls asleep around campus. not always though. sometimes he just leaves her where she fell sleep.

he makes it a point as to not treat her like a child or to coddle her senselessly — she’s a 2nd year student and a rising Von Dorimé, she should know how to stand on her own. he knows she can do it. he’s here to make sure that she is able to do it. he’s a harsh guy but he cares in his own special way.

sometimes roza tries to read some of his books or do some of his paperwork with him, but she takes one look at it and falls asleep immediately. he isn’t really bothered by it though, so he just works around her or readjusts himself to keep reading.

roza has been trying to get flint to ballroom dance with her for Ages. he turns her down because she already steps on his toes plenty. she tries to argue it and accidentally steps on his toes in the process.

xiang/vinh

vinh made him a bow once as an apology for smashing his foot in the door while she was trying to shut it. he made sure to bug the hell out of her while he was stuck in the infirmary with a busted ass foot.

so far, xiang has managed to break 3 out of 4 of the locks on vinh’s door. she’s gotten them fixed by now, of course, but the fact that he still did it is something.

vinh is fully aware of xiang’s... ‘free-flowing’ personality (it’d be hard not to be). though, if she sees him with someone else, then she usually pretends she does not see, hear, and or even know him. if he calls out to her? She Didn’t Hear Anything.

she’s blocked him on numerous occasions for his terrible nicknames (‘cougar’ and ‘hotstuff’ are pretty popular ones), but she usually unblocks him in a few minutes or an hour.... or a few days.

vinh’s family really does not like xiang. 1) he’s a mortal (vinh’s dad is actually fine with that. but he still doesn’t like him.) 2) his only redeeming qualities are in his body and his face (quoted directly from vinh’s mother), 3) eugh... (direct quotes from all of them, mostly vinh’s sisters. ‘nothing good comes from a man who runs’ — another direct quote from her sisters. all at once, actually.)

she comes to his training sessions sometimes ‘for fun’ (she actually just critiques his techniques while she’s there 🙄 but that sounds boring ) — sometimes he wants to spar with her, but her strong point is magic and both of them aren’t particularly looking for an arson charge. there’s a agreement to not use magic for it. makes it more interesting anyway.

xiang makes some of the slightly ‘uglier’ sides of vinh’s personality come out sometimes. granted, he hasn’t gotten her to break down in tears or anything so far, but he’s certainly gotten more than a fair share of bitter vinh scorn, a great deal of snark, and multiple accounts of (slightly less repressed) fury. the ‘softer and more genuine’ emotions tho, he only has a handful of experiences with. maybe moreso like a thimble-full.

#twst #twisute oc #answers#flint remington #vinh torch #blurb game #hiii yume ily #‘are xiangvinh dating orr...’ i have no damn clue and thats the fun #flintroza r married couple type anyway

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I reread my AA oneshot “Full Disclosure,” which involves Athena and Simon needing to disclose to Phoenix and Miles respectively that not only are they in a relationship, she’s also (unexpectedly) pregnant with their child. It got me thinking more about the scenario, so I decided to elaborate with some further headcanons(?):

Athena suspects she might be pregnant when she misses her period — she’s very consistent — and it scares her because she and Simon have only been seriously seeing each other a couple months at that point

Her fears are confirmed when she takes a test.

She ends up calling Simon on the verge of tears, asking him to come over to her apartment. She won’t tell him why she is upset over the phone, so he makes quick work of getting there.

He’s caught off guard when she tells him she’s pregnant — but he otherwise takes it very well and is more focused on soothing Athena’s anxieties.

Once she‘s calmed down a little more, they talk seriously about their options. Simon tells her that he will support whatever she wants, whether that be to end the pregnancy or go through with it and have a baby together.

They settle on having the baby and becoming parents. Simon asks if she wants to get married, which flusters and overwhelms Athena. She tells him no, not yet, that she’d rather get married because they’re ready and not just because they’re going to have a child.

(Simon takes note of that “not yet”)

After about a week of further processing and a visit to the doctor to confirm the pregnancy, Simon and Athena agree they need to inform their bosses.

(That’s when “Full Disclosure” happens)

When Apollo hears of the news, he absolutely comes back from Khura’in just to be with Athena for several days and make sure she’s ok

(Apollo actually comes back for nearly a full month around her due date just to support her, because they’re best friends, and he goes into Overprotective BFF mode the moment he hears she’s pregnant. Seriously though, he like reads pregnancy books in his spare time, to which Klavier says, “If I didn’t know better Herr Forehead, I’d suspect YOU were the father.”)

Regardless of any apprehensions (mostly from Apollo), Simon is very devoted to Athena theoughout the entire pregnancy. He attends all of her appointments and caters to her needs (he absolutely makes the late-night runs to the store to help satisfy Athena’s cravings)

However, Simon and Athena don’t move in together until she’s around six months, because by that point it’s getting a little more challenging to manage living on her own (swollen feet and exhaustion and everything) — and by then, it’s becone evident how committed Simon is to supporting Athena. It’s not just financial support; he’s looking to co-parent (and Athena and Simon remain romantically involved regardless — it’s just a little earlier for cohabitation than either would have expected, had she not been pregnant).

With Miles’ support, Simon plans to take time off work beginning a week before Athena’s due date — but of course, her water breaks early, while Simon is in a trial (his last one before he’s supposed to go on paternal leave actually). The defense for the case is Phoenix.

Klavier, Apollo, and Trucy are with Athena at the WAA when it happens. She had gone into the another room to pick up some case files for Klavier while he and Apollo were busy arguing/flirting when she suddenly feels liquid running down her leg.

She walks into the room and is like, “Okay... nobody freak out... but my water just broke.”

Apollo freaks out

Comparatively, Athena is pretty calm; Klavier and Trucy are moreso excited. Meanwhile, Apollo is losing his mind rambling about how they have to immediately get to the hospital, and they need to count the minutes between her contractions, etc.

The biggest problem is that no one has a car (Klavier just has his hog, and no one else drives, causing Apollo to further panic). Athena is more worried about getting ahold of Simon because he’s in the middle of a trial, and since Apollo is being absolutely no help (Trucy is having to comfort HIM), Klavier takes control of the situation. He contacts Edgeworth and tells him what’s happening. Edgeworth quickly tells him to go down to the courthouse and take over the trial for Simon, while he’ll come pick Athena up himself and take her to the hospital.

Klavier leaves immediately, and Edgeworth arrives in a few minutes to get Athena, Apollo, and Trucy. While on the car ride there, Athena’s contractions start to come more quickly, and she begins to legitimately worry Simon won’t be able to make it in time.

(Apollo is holding her hand in a vice-grip the entire ride, while Trucy has Athena’s other hand. Apollo gets better control of himself and is able to actually reassure her as well as help her count the time between her contractions. Reading those pregnancy books really paid off!)

Meanwhile, Klavier interrupts the trial and (politely but firmly) requests for the judge to call for a recess, which he does. During that time, he tells Phoenix and Simon that Athena’s gone into labor.

Simon actually breaks character and is nervous (Phoenix’s panicked reaction certainly doesn’t help), but Klavier assures him that “Herr Edgeworth is safely transporting her there” and that Apollo and Trucy are with her. He then tells Simon that the Chief Prosecutor said he could take over the trial so Simon can go, which Simon gratefully does.

Simon barely makes it to the hospital in time. Athena’s labor goes by quick — but he makes it in time regardless! Athena gives birth to a healthy baby girl.

The trial finishes up not long afterward, and Phoenix and Klavier make it to the hospital after the baby is born. (Did Phoenix have to ride on the back of Klavier’s motorcycle to the hospital? Oh heck yeah he did!)

It’s a very emotional time for everyone. Simon and Athena get some alone time with their child, wherein they get to hold and kiss her (and each other). Athena cries a lot (happy tears!), and Simon is grateful he is alive to cradle both her and his daughter.

Of course, everyone else also gets a chance to meet and hold the new baby! Trucy is vibrating with excitement that now she’s an aunt. Apollo cries when he holds her, the big softie. Klavier adores the baby and suggestively remarks to Apollo that they both seem to love holding a child, and maybe they should have one of their own (sending Apollo into a flustered mess). Miles and Phoenix also get a moment with her, but neither are too pleased when Trucy remarks that this means they’re “like grandparents” now. (“We’re not even 40!” Phoenix says, exasperated).

Simon and Athena get engaged like six months later. When they actually get married, their daughter is just old enough to be walking, and she toddles down the aisle (with Trucy’s help) as the flower girl. There isn’t a single person in the room who doesn’t go “aww” at that.

#cykesquill #athena cykes #simon blackquill #miles edgeworth #klavier gavin #apollo justice #phoenix wright #trucy wright #there are smatterings of #wrightworth #and #klapollo #here too

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lickstynine · 6 years

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Misadventures of Kit: Chapter Twenty-Six

I was planning to save this one for tomorrow, but Tumblr is a glitchy dumpster fire that posted it when I hit “QUEUE,” so here you go

written with @ocsickficsideblog

Alistair stomped out of the shopping centre, texting Taddy to come take him home. He was pretty sure he was allowed to do that - they’d probably be shoe shopping for ages. The chauffeur showed up quite promptly, as he’d just dropped off Reggie at a nearby café.

“Afternoon, sir.”

“Hey,” Alistair mumbled, not even bothering to correct the sir. “Just take me fucking home.”

“Is your celibate home under renovations?” Taddy asked, already taking off towards Alistair’s crappy block of flats. The drive wasn’t long at all - the walk had only taken ages because Kit had the pace of an old woman with a cane.

Taddy’s reply almost raised a snort from Alistair, through he kept having to swipe tears away with his fists. He curled up in a corner of the car, biting his nails.

“I don’t remember shopping being that torturous.” Taddy mused, “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know. I have a toxic personality. I once heard a shrink say that to my mother.” Alistair sighed.

“The same mother who would ruin the life of anyone who disagreed with her?”

“I always fuck everything up for the people I love,” Alistair mumbled. “She hates me too. Kit would rather be with her because I just fucking upset him and get on his nerves…” Alistair was way beyond holding back tears now. Taddy gently patted his shoulder.

“Master Kit won't stay mad. As petty as he is, he isn't very good at holding grudges. Except with that Mister Toby. Quite an odd case there.”

“That’s because it’s with Jules,” Alistair mumbled. “Nobody wants him hurt like that.”

“And Master Julius wishes well for you, too. He's probably expecting you, isn't he?” Taddy prompted.

“Probably. I just...I hate fighting with Kit,” Alistair mumbled. “That girl called me a fuck-up.”

“Miss Siofra? She is a bit… Crass. Master Kit was musing the other day about how he 'seems to attract heathens’.” Taddy almost unconsciously mimicked Kit's accent when quoting him - nothing Kit said sounded right without the comically posh intonation.

That made Alistair smile a bit, but he was still crying. “I don’t want to get between him and her. But she doesn’t like me.” He didn’t actually know that, but he was too emotional to be rational at the moment. “And I get anxious when Kit is off somewhere alone. I know it’s stupid, I’ve been told - but I can’t fucking help it. I fucking found him half-dead on my bathroom floor a few weeks ago!”

Taddy cringed - as oblivious as he'd been at the time, he still felt like a guilty accomplice. “I know. I worry too. I'm glad he's staying with you and Master Julius for now. Master Reginald has been… temperamental… as of late.”

Alistair pulled a face. “Ugh, yuck. He has?”

“Well, he's always temperamental, but moreso lately. I think it's the divorce.” Taddy said.

“He’s getting divorced again? Shocker.”

Taddy chuckled. “At his last wedding, one of the aunts gifted him a portrait of Henry VIII. It took him three days to figure out why everyone else laughed when he unwrapped it.”

Alistair grinned. “Good God, I’m glad Kit takes after his mum.”

Taddy nodded, pulling up in front of Alistair's block of flats. “Tell Master Julius I said hello.”

“Will do. Thanks for picking me up,” Alistair said. Taddy waved and drove off.

Back in the chaos of the shopping center, Siofra was still fuming. Her anger for Alistair was mostly gone, but she couldn't find Kit, and it was getting frustrating. She'd shamelessly barged into the men's room to look for him, but only found a terrified and confused teenage boy. In a less crowded place, Finny could maybe have tracked him. As it was, though, all Siofra could do was keep stomping around the shops, phone in hand as she fruitlessly rang Kit's cell.

It was nearly an hour later before she gave up. Siofra didn't know how she could've misplaced Kit - he wasn't in any shape to sprint away, and she hadn't been far behind him. Yet two laps around the shopping center had produced nothing but frustration. She thunked down on a bench, scowling at her phone. “I ought to go on the bloody intercom and call him like a lost toddler.” She muttered. Finny rested his chin sympathetically on her leg, and she ruffled his ears with her free hand. “We've gotten quite the blooming workout today, haven't we?”

Finny didn't respond of course, and Siofra looked back at her cell. It was nearly dead - she couldn't keep spamming Kit in hopes of a reply. But she could call someone else.

Alistair jumped when his phone started ringing, fumbling with it. “Hello?”

“Where did you get off to?” Siofra didn't sound angry, just tired and worried.

“Home… I thought that’d be better. Where’s Kit?” He paused, sighing. “Sorry. I know I’m a fuck-up, I’ll try harder. Put Kit on, I need to apologise.”

“What are you on about? I didn't say you were a fuck-up. I said you fucked up.” Siofra huffed. “That's not the point, though. I can't put Kit on. His skinny arse teleported to who the hell knows where. I was hopin’ you might be the who in hell who knows. Bloody fuck, I'm not even makin’ sense. I can't find your idiot cousin. I was gonna ask you to come back inside an’ help me look, but…” She sighed.

“I’m coming,” Alistair said at once. “Hang on, I’ll run back. It’s not that far when you’re not dragging Kit along. Okay, where have you looked?”

“Everywhere! I've walked the place end to fuckin’ end! He's not hard to miss, an’ 'e certainly ain't fast. Did 'e catch a breeze and drift up into the fuckin’ rafters?” Siofra actually looked up at the ceiling out of sheer desperation.

“You’ve checked all the bookshop? Every little corner?” Alistair was panting as he ran back through the streets.

“I asked the girl by the door if she'd seen 'im. He's not exactly inconspicuous.”

“Where the fuck has he gone..? This is all my fault!” Alistair wailed. “What if he’s been kidnapped?”

“He has 'is phone. I doubt 'e's been snatched, 'e’s just… hiding.” Siofra was trying to stay calm - the absolute last thing she wanted was to deal with another one of Alistair's fits - but his words made her worry. Kit was right at the intersection of nonthreatening and visibly wealthy.

“Hang on, let me think… Where did he used to hide when we were kids?” Alistair mumbled. Kit had always gone for a closet, or his bedroom if he was close enough. He just wanted a door to lock between him and the rest of the world. “You checked all the toilets?”

Siofra couldn't help laughing. “All the ones I could find. Some'o the lads weren't too happy to see me.”

“Um… he ran off in the direction of the food court. He’s not fast, like you said. Maybe he’s holed up around there somewhere.”

“I mean, I've circled the place like a fuckin’ vulture, but I'll try again. We can't keep talkin’, my phone's almost dead. Meet at the food court.” Siofra instructed. She hung up, shoving her phone in her pocket and hurrying off towards the familiar smell of grease and indecision.

Alistair joined her when he arrived, pink-cheeked and bending sideways, clutching at the stitch in his tummy from the running. “Any luck?”

“Nope.” Siofra scowled. “Where the hell did he go? Is there some liquor store down the road I don’t know about?”

“Not that I know of. Are you sure you checked every corner of the bookshop? Because that’s where he usually hides - around the books.”

Siofra shrugged. “I didn’t scour the place, I asked the gal at the door if she’d seen him. How do you miss three feet of red hair and ten pounds of gold?”

“She could have. I’m looking in there,” Alistair said. “Come with me, you’ve got a sharp eye.”

“If ya think it’s worth a shot.” Siofra would’ve checked the roof at this point if she knew a way up. She gently tugged Finny’s leash, and the dog stopped sniffing a trash can to follow them.

The bookshop was uncharacteristically crowded, but it quickly became clear why - the newest volume of a popular young adult series had been released, and there were a handful of signed copies mixed in at random like golden tickets. Teen girls were shoving at each other, desperately trying to peer through the shrink-wrap, as if they’d be able to see the signature before buying and unwrapping it. Siofra groaned in annoyance.

“What the fuck is all this?”

“New book out. That one with the sorcerer’s daughter and the vampire hunter or something? I don’t know, I just skim read it.”

“You read it?” Siofra snorted.

“Jules read it. I just skimmed it because I hoped it’d have gory vampire bits. Which it didn’t.” Alistair tried to fight through the sea of teenagers to look in every quiet corner of the shop. “Come on, it’s so crowded in here that girl at the front could have easily missed Kit.”

Siofra nodded, scouring the fantasy and historical fiction sections with a sharp eye. Finny sniffed around curiously, but didn’t seem to find anything. Alistair prowled about frustratedly, checking round every bookcase. He thumped on the bathroom doors in frustration. “Oi! You in there, Kit?”

There was a tiny yelp of surprise from inside. “...Al?”

“Kit! Oh thank God, we’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He quickly called to Siofra to tell her, then hurried back to the door. “Let me in…”

“Yea, hold on.” After a moment, the lock clicked, and the door opened a sliver. Kit stepped back right away, staring at his shoes. He knew he looked a mess, and he wasn’t proud of it. His hair was a disheveled mess - he’d pulled his scarf over it to draw less attention - and his eyes were ringed with smeared mascara.

Alistair felt awful when he saw the state Kit was in. He immediately hugged him tight. “I’m sorry!”

Kit groaned at his cousin’s crushing grip. “It’s not your fault. I… I was getting overwhelmed, and I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, if you agree to try to tell me when you feel like that, I’ll try to stop being so full on sometimes,” Alistair mumbled.

Kit nodded. “I just… I’m nervous about the party, and it’s loud and crowded here, and we discussed the complaining beforehand, so when you started, I just… It got to be too much.” Kit had honestly been properly pissed in the moment, and he was still slightly ticked, but not enough to be bothered. At this point, he was just tired, defeated, and miserable.

“Sorry. I guess we sort of have different ideas about when teasing goes over into complaining.” Alistair assumed if he wasn’t serious, it didn’t really count as complaining. But he hadn’t really taken into account that only he could really know whether he was serious about something or not.

“Yeah.” Kit nodded limply. He nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a banging on the door.

“Oi! How long are we gonna spend on bog confessionals?”

Alistair rolled his eyes. “She’s a charmer,” he said, but playfully. “Let’s go.”

“I can’t go out looking like this.” Kit went over to the sink, dampening a paper towel to wipe the smeared makeup off his face.

“I’ll redo your face,” Alistair said, as a peace offering.

“I don’t have my mascara with me.” Kit sighed, trying to clean up his raccoon eyes.

“I’ve got eyeliner. Will that do?”

“I… I don’t usually wear eyeliner. Do you think that would look okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll do it all fancy,” Alistair said.

“Fuckin’ hell, we’re havin’ a beauty salon now?” Siofra cried, loud even through the door.

“Pretty much,” Alistair called back. “Two minutes.”

“Fuck this, I’m gettin’ a coffee. Find me when you’re done, if the screamin’ girls don’t eat ya first.” Siofra went off to the café attached to the bookstore, Finny following loyally.

Alistair rolled his eyes, gripping Kit’s chin carefully. “Stay still. Fancy shit is harder to get even.”

Kit was dutifully still, allowing Alistair to move him like a mannequin. Alistair pressed very lightly with his black eye pencil, making a soft grey line around Kit’s eyes that emphasised their shape. The older boy waited for him to finish, then turned to look in the mirror. “What do you think?”

“It looks good on you. Everything does.”

“Mm, most things.” Kit amended. “There are some old photographs of me that I’m quite glad I cannot find.” He pulled a comb from his pocket, smoothing his hair back down in the mirror.

“Why? What were you wearing?” Alistair asked, looking amused.

“You don’t need to know.” Kit smirked, walking out of the bathroom. He was drawing the eyes of quite a few thirsty teenage girls, and he shifted awkwardly on his feet as he looked for Siofra.

Alistair grinned. “Watch out they don’t swarm like piranha, Kit…”

“I’ve always hated fish.” Kit stared at the ground as he walked, trying to avoid the gaze of the girls tactlessly shoving themselves in his way. Alistair led him along, not above elbowing them out the way if he had to. Kit mumbled something about that being rude, but didn’t actually make his cousin stop. Siofra was just around the corner in the café, but to Kit’s horror, there was another familiar red-headed figure at a table by the window.

Alistair felt Kit stiffen beside him. “What is it?” he asked, looking up - then he spotted him too. “Shit!”

“Al… we can’t go over there.” Kit mumbled, pulling his scarf up around his face.

“Where’s your phone? I’ll send Siofra a message,” Alistair mumbled.

Kit handed it over, shuffling nervously where he stood. “She’s going to think I’m an idiot.”

“No she won’t.” He paused as he tapped out the hasty message. “Does she know what he does to you?”

“...sort of.”

“How much is sort of? Will she understand why we need her to leave?”

Kit chewed nervously at his lip; he hadn’t told Siofra that much, just that his father was awful like Alistair’s parents. He had no way of knowing how seriously she’d taken him, or if she realized how wretched the Renfrews were. “I hope.”

Alistair sent the message, simply telling her to meet them outside right now, it was important. He ducked his head, wishing he had a scarf for his bright hair too. Luckily, the girls weren’t interested in him - he didn’t look nearly as expensive or pretty as Kit. Siofra felt her phone buzz, and she checked the text, stuffing the bagel she’d impulse-bought in her mouth to grab her coffee.

“C’mon, Finny,” She mumbled through the dense bread, “We gotta go, apparently.” Like Alistair, she had no qualms about shoving her way through the hormonal parasites, and she nearly spit out her bagel to yell at a girl who jostled her coffee. Just the muffled angry noise she made seemed to be enough, seeing as the girl ran off into the crowd. Before long, she was outside the shop to meet the boys.

Alistair ran to her at once, feeling uneasy the moment he took his eye off the café. “We need to go, we can’t stick around this area.”

Kit nodded urgently, staying latched onto his cousin. His heart was pounding so hard, it seemed like he could feel it in teeth, and all the colour was gone from his face. He was breathing rapidly, and starting to wheeze because of it.

“Relax. We’re in public,” Siofra reassured him, “It’s not like you’re bleedin’ in a pool with a shark.”

“No, it is as close to that as is possible on land,” Alistair said, wrapping his arms around Kit, propping him up. “It’s okay, Kit, we’re going. Breathe…”

“I want to go home.” Kit mumbled, leaning against his cousin. Finny nosed his legs worriedly.

Alistair held Kit upright, struggling with him to get his phone out of his pocket. “Sure, we can go home. Siofra, you coming too?”

“I can, if ya want.” She was clearly talking to Kit more than Alistair.

“You… you don’t have to.” Kit sighed, “I’ve already wasted half your afternoon.”

Siofra rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have wasted time lookin’ for ya if I didn’t like bein’ with ya, stupid. I’ll come with.”

“Can I ask you something first?” Alistair mumbled, blushing. He started pulling Kit away from the café, but he kept his eyes on Siofra. “Something dumb.”

“I expect everything you say to be dumb. What’s up?”

“Do you...despise me?” He frowned. “I was trying to word that to sound less dumb and it fucking backfired.”

Now Siofra snorted. “No. I think you’re a bit annoyin’. Bit of an idiot. But I don’t hate ya or nothin’.”

Alistair rolled his eyes. “Great. That’s generally the best I can hope for. You’re alright too. Good fun in small doses,” he said, smirking.

“So you can hold your women about as well as your liquor?” She grinned.

“Oh god, don’t bring that up,” Alistair groaned.

“Just drag your idiot out to the car.” Siofra laughed. “You did text the driver, right?”

“Yes, he’s over there. He can’t magically make a parking space materialise closer to the entrance.”

“Pity we can’t pay for that.” Kit mumbled, eliciting another snort from Siofra.

“Trust you to say that,” Alistair teased, getting into the car and hauling Kit after him. “Hi again, Taddy.”

“Afternoon, sir.” Taddy grinned. “So eager to see me again?”

“Oh yeah, I try to manoeuvre a chance encounter whenever possible.”

“As if. You try to not leave your flat whenever possible.” Kit teased. He was trying to be lighthearted like the others, but he was obviously still shaken.

Alistair wrapped an arm around him. “You alright?”

Kit sighed and shook his head. “No. I’m terrified.”

“It’s okay, he didn’t see you.”

“Not for now. For the party. I nearly had a heart attack back there. What am I going to do on Monday?” Kit groaned.

Alistair sighed, trying not to show he’d been worrying about that too. “We’ll figure it out. The house is fucking big enough, we’ll avoid him as much as possible.”

“How big is the place anyway?” Siofra asked.

“It’s gigantic, Siofra, trust me,” Alistair said.

“I've learned better than to trust guys who say that.” She grinned.

“Oh Jesus…” Alistair groaned.

“What were you expecting, Al?” Kit chuckled.

“Yeah, okay, I walked into that.”

Siofra laughed, and Finny barked, putting his front paws on Alistair's leg. Alistair leaned over and made a considerable fuss of him, as if he hadn’t seen him for weeks. Finny licked his face gleefully.

“Master Alistair, we try to keep it PG-13 in the car.” Taddy teased.

“Oh ha ha. You should be saying that to these two.” He nodded at Kit and Siofra, though they were merely sitting sedately together.

Siofra just rolled her eyes. Kit was half asleep on her shoulder, worn out from all the stress. Alistair stroked his hair in a similar way to how he’d stroked Finny. Siofra raised an eyebrow at him. “Tryna steal both'o my men, are ya?”

“Kit’s just as much mine,” Alistair said loftily. “Though I don’t want him for the same things you do. You can take charge of that side.”

“Really? I thought you noble folk were into that. Keepin’ pure blood pure an’ all that bullshit.” Siofra grinned.

“Our parents were worried about disabilities from inbred children. Though some of our older relatives married second and third cousins.”

Siofra scrunched her nose. “Jaysus… I was kiddin’.”

Alistair nodded. “Think of any disgusting and vile thing in the world, and I can almost guarantee it’s happened in our family.”

“Charming lot you are.”

“Aren’t we just?” Alistair sighed. “I wish Kit would cut them off too. Being poor and free is much better.”

Siofra shrugged. “I mean. I agree. But he's clearly got some sort'o hangup about it.”

“Mnn. I’m not sure what that is. Or maybe I’m thinking too deeply about it and he’s just a bloody snob,” Alistair said, giving Kit’s shoulder a pat. He shifted a little, but didn't sit up.

Siofra chuckled. “Probably just a snob.”

Alistair didn’t reply, sighing. He felt it was more than snobbery somehow, but he wasn’t sure if he was just being overprotective again. Finny seemed to pick up on Alistair’s concern and gave his cheek a slobbery kiss. Alistair laughed, reaching over to hug Finny properly. It was like hugging a giant stuffed animal, all soft fur and bright eyes. Finny climbed up into his lap, tail wagging enthusiastically. Alistair was positively flattened, but he hugged Finny happily. “Siofra, look!”

“How could I miss that fuckin’ sight?” She snorted.

“He really likes me, see!” Alistair said, sounding so delighted, like a tiny kid.

Siofra rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Yeah. And your stupid arse bought ‘im a collar worth four times more’n his furry purebred arse.”

“Oh, to Kit I spent the equivalent of a weekend bender. I’ve seen him buy a bottle of wine for almost three grand!”

“He what?” Even after seeing Kit drop thousands on jewelry, Siofra hadn't quite wrapped her head around how much and how freely he spent money. Unlike Alistair, she'd grown up in a functional middle class home and was used to sane people with budgets and normal jobs and cars that cost less than a small house.

“I told you, money isn’t scarce in our family. It’s something that’s always been there.”

Siofra shook her head. “That's fuckin’ wild… sure don't mind lettin’ him pay for shit, though.”

Taddy chuckled. “Then perhaps you can carry Sleeping Beauty upstairs.” he suggested, pulling up in front of Alistair's flat.

“Yeah, sure.” Siofra slid the shopping bags off her arm, holding them out to Finny. “Hold these, will ya?” He took the bag handles in his mouth, climbing out of the car after Siofra exited with Kit.

“Any reason why you entrusted the dog, lovely as he is, to carry your shit before me?” Alistair said.

“He's got more common sense.” Siofra replied. She carried Kit in her arms like knight holding a princess, not at all bothered by the weight.

“I could have carried Kit too. I’ve been carrying him since I could walk,” Alistair mumbled. It was actually only a slight exaggeration there.

Siofra shrugged. “He was already latched onto me. You can carry Finny if it makes ya feel better. They probably weigh about the same anyway.” She chuckled.

“I don’t want to disturb him. Look at the good job he’s doing,” Alistair said fondly.

Finny let out a muffled ruff, wagging his tail. Siofra just snickered.

“Should I tell Julie you're in love with my dog? I dunno how he'd feel about that sort'o threesome.”

“Gross! He’s used to me with dogs,” Alistair grumbled.

Siofra snorted so hard, Kit shifted in her arms. “Oh, so you can have a side fling with any bitch that suits ya?”

“That’s not what I meant! Didn’t they have that story at your high school, where the girl died from dog semen?”

“I mean, yeah, but nobody I knew was stupid enough to believe it.” Siofra rolled her eyes, shifting impatiently as she stood outside the flat. Even carrying Kit, she had outpaced Alistair going up the stairs. “Unlock the door before I kick it down.”

“Hang on a fucking second,” Alistair said, hurrying along the corridor and spotting the key in the lock.

Siofra sauntered inside at once, dumping Kit on the couch to take her bags from Finny. “Oi! Julie! Wanna see some expensive shiny shit?”

Julius came in from the kitchen, peeling off rubber gloves. “Ooh, yes please!”

Siofra was dumping jewelry on the table like a pirate showing off booty, and Finny ran around Julius's legs, barking happily. Kit seemed less pleased, stirring and groaning on the couch. Julius grinned, ruffling Finny’s fur. “Hello, sweetie! This is a fine welcome.” Finny jumped up on his chest, tail swishing.

Kit rubbed his eyes, sitting up with a tired sigh. “What circle of hell did I end up in?”

“The usual one,” Alistair said. Julius couldn’t greet him - Finny jumping had knocked him onto his bottom, and he was giggling beneath a mass of fur.

Kit just drooped back down on the couch. “I'll give each of you fifty quid right now to make it a quieter circle of hell.”

“Finny, hush.” Siofra quickly put a hand over the dog's mouth. He licked her.

“He’s such a sweetheart,” Julius said, clambering to his feet. Finny barked appreciatively, nosing Julius's hand. When he was done fussing over the dog, Siofra dragged him to the table to show off the matching jewelry she and Kit had gathered, all rubies and rose gold. Normally, Kit would have joined them, but he was already dozing off again.

Julius was an ideal audience for this, examining each piece of jewellery in awe. He ran his fingers over the bracelet and necklace and tried on the rings. Siofra’s hung off his little fingers, but Kit’s fit quite snugly. Kit didn't have bracelets or necklaces, since they'd be hidden by a suit, but he'd found some intricate rose gold collar pins, as well as a myriad of earrings. Once they'd gone through all of those, Siofra pulled out the dress to show Julius.

He gasped. “Oooh! It’s just the right shape for you!”

“Took fuckin’ ages to find the right one.” She huffed, but she was grinning.

“It’s beautiful,” Julius said, feeling the smooth material and swishing the skirt. Siofra puffed up her chest.

“Gonna be fun to go to a real bougie party. I’ve never been a proper guest before, just a performer…”

“Did you burst out of a cake and belly dance?” Alistair snorted.

Siofra rolled her eyes. “No, but that might pay better. If you used your three brain cells, you'd remember I have a band.”

“Hm. Less fun. But seriously, I wouldn’t get excited. Our family parties consist of people with too much money wasting it on fancy liquors that they puke up within two hours. Though it’s fun to fuck with people you have dirt on.”

“What sort of dirt?” Siofra looked almost devilish as she grinned, leaning close like they were kids gossiping in school.

“Oh god, our family has some big-ass skeletons in the closet,” Alistair said. “You think me almost burning down my school was big? That was just like page twelve on the family newspaper. We’ve got bigamy, hidden children, secret abortions, affairs that were found out through the mutual sharing of STDs… I could go on.”

As horrified as she was, Siofra couldn’t stop grinning. “I kind of want you to.” Morbid curiosity was getting the better of her, and she couldn’t help wanting to know more.

“Let me find a good one… Oh, Great-Uncle Austin bought a studded diamond necklace for a quarter of a million just so he could strangle his mistress with it. She was pregnant and was going to reveal it to the family. He said he wanted to leave the diamond imprints on her neck so she’d be scarred forever with her greed.”

“He didn’t! You’re making this up, Star,” Julius said, horrified. He certainly hoped Alistair was making it up.

“I swear to god I’m not. That’s a favourite story to tell. He bought himself the best lawyer in the country and only got a seven year sentence for manslaughter. Don’t ask me how. You know how lawyers twist the case,” Alistair said.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ…” Siofra shook her head slowly. “Rich people are somethin’ else…”

Kit was stirring again on the couch, mumbling quietly in his sleep. Siofra turned to look at him. “Is there a pea in princess’s mattress?”

Alistair snorted. “Maybe there’s a disturbance in the force when I talk about our family.”

Siofra snickered as well. “If there was a force, your family would be the fuckin’ Sith lords.”

“The Sith are way too cool to be our family. All they do is sit and drink and...abuse their kids, it seems. And wives.”

“Charming bunch’o bastards.” Siofra muttered, “We could always poison the punch.”

“I expect Kit will be downing it, but I’m all for it if we can hold him back.”

Siofra snickered. “Temptin’, but I don’t think we can get our hands on that much poison by Monday.” She looked over into the living room when Kit let out a loud snore, and guffawed as he snorted and toppled right off the couch.

Alistair laughed too, going to haul him up. “Kit! Go to bed if you’re gonna sleep.”

The older boy groaned dramatically, holding his arms out for Alistair. “Carry me?”

Alistair rolled his eyes, but scooped Kit up into his arms without hesitation. Though Kit had put on a little weight with his new diet, Alistair still worried about how easily he could haul Kit around. This was his older cousin, two years his senior and a couple of inches taller - they should be around a similar weight at the very least.

Kit leaned against him at once, happy to leech off Alistair’s warmth. He kicked off his boots when dumped on the bed, and started to peel off all of his layers. After tossing both of his coats aside, he gave up, flopping onto the covers with his jumper still on. “Can I have my good blanket?”

“Yeah, of course. Shouldn’t you take your jumper off first? You’ll be roasting.”

“No I won’t. I’m cold.” Kit mumbled, climbing under the blanket as soon as Alistair plugged it in.

“Fine, whatever. Do you want me to stay with you?” Alistair asked.

Kit nodded, reaching his arms out of his blanket. “Please?”

Alistair grinned, clambering onto the bed and rewrapping the blanket around them both. He teased his cousin about it, but Alistair actually really liked it when Kit blatantly asked for his help like that. Few people had ever really needed Alistair in his life, and it felt good to know that Kit did want him around. Now that he was both warm and comfortable, it didn’t take Kit long to drift back off to sleep, snoring into Alistair’s chest. The younger boy was effectively pinned, boiling hot and uncomfortable, but he sat where he was for Kit. He knew he needed sleep.

Back in the living room, Siofra had commandeered Kit’s credit card so she could continue searching for shoes online. She and Julius were looking at Julius’s laptop, twenty different tabs with various shops open, and Finny sitting at their feet. It took over an hour of shopping, but they eventually found a stunning pair of red satin shoes with intricate rose gold heels (not “rose gold” fabric, but actual metal). Siofra quickly clicked on the listing, but nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the price: ₤1550.

“Mary, mother’o whores! You could buy a beater car for that!” She yelled, nearly waking up Kit in the process.

Alistair couldn’t exactly yell out, so he sent Siofra a text: Keep your foghorn gob shut, Kit is sleeping.

I’ll shove my foghorn foot up your ass. Siofra messaged back, though she did quiet down, still staring at the screen in horror. “What the fuck…”

“Kit would buy those for you,” Julius said. “He’s always very generous. Sometimes he gets us takeaways without even asking. The good kind too, that comes in fancy packages instead of polystyrene.”

“I was gonna spend a couple hundred without feelin’ bad, but… shit. That’s a few months‘o rent.” Siofra sighed, tapping her nails on the sleek black credit card.

“His father does own an island though. And he’s not a very nice man. I wouldn’t lose too much sleep over spending his money.”

Siofra pursed her lips, nodding thoughtfully. “Good point. I’m done feelin’ bad.” She added the shoes to her cart and clicked on the checkout.

#misadventures of Kit #chapter twenty-six #angst #drama of the big gay #kit #raycraft #siofra #rafferty #alistair #julius #ocsickficsideblog #collab

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vio1315 · 6 years

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@damonasgard

(To try and keep that post from getting too long, will post my response separately~)

Hm, but then it seems that Tolkien himself knew there was a line to draw in regards to what is actually told? : P

That said, I did read all of LoTR and the Hobbit when i was 15-17, I just had trouble understanding any of it due to the writing style

Certain styles just have trouble sinking in for some reason with me

I do like the concept of constantly building on a good foundation, though

Agree in terms of avoiding the front loading thing

I did hear that in the past, this was common practice and just more accepted, but people don’t have the patience now or something : P I find that entertaining

Vagueness is it’s own art I’ll say~ In all things, I guess we should seek balance.

I do recall that as a writer, my weakness is overestimating others xD Example: I looked up the latin meaning of certain words for a certain writing assignment that was to be shared with the class, and in the story I mention ‘and that’s why we call it [latin name]’ and I thought to explain what it meant, but immediately thought ‘I bet everyone knows that though? :/ ‘ and didn’t, so that was the first question everybody asked ^^ ;

So maybe not lazy per se :vvvv

Though, I’m thinking more in terms of

‘okay this person will act strange during this conversation to convey to the audience that they’re uncomfortable even though pov character doesn’t catch on’ levels of vague, not necessarily FNAF levels of vague : P (I know there’s a better example of a story where they literally didn’t have a meaning in mind, but can’t recall it now)

Heh, we do fanfiction differently~ I tend to worldbuild anyways because... whoops I have no self control

Still, such a streamlined way of storytelling, I wanna find a way to harness that into something original...!

Oh dude, my writing style is 70% introspection, so this guy seems good to me! xD Though he’d just have to have interesting thoughts I suppose

Still, this moreso to me shows a full range of stories which take on differing styles while still working

Stories that let you draw your own conclusions to stories that explain each pebble, it’s interesting how many throughout the spectrum can find a way to work for so many people.

I think then, it mainly boils down to what a person is looking for from a book.

I’m looking for Complete immersion and being able to ponder every little thing, though not to the same level as an ARG or something. So while I want to know a lot on the worlds, I don’t want to be directly told in big chunks, I want to feel like I discovered it.

Might be viewing so many stories that condescend to the readers, or videogames and making theories on the unstated parts of world building, but that’s where I’m at. Yet with differing experiences, others end up craving every detail in even a textbook fashion if they like the story enough

I def feel like I’ve read many short stories that break that mold, but it’s been so long it’s hard to say? Or maybe I just have a bad habit of writing high fantasy short stories when asked to do a short story xP

And yeah, though I’m mostly writing drabbles right now, I prefer longfrom stories to short stories. But time investments rule my life, so I have barely made time for reading either. But short stories get preference out of it if I have to pick what to read on a normal day

(The difference between drabble and short story when I mention the two, btw, is that drabbles are extremely low effort and might not even get any editing)

#Vio Speaks #I constantly feel we're def meaning certain terms differently #Like with world building I constantly think you're talking about the more obscure facts of the world #but reflecting you probably just mean in general. Like even the more surface level info which relates more to the function of everything #And when I mention exposition I'm considering long speeches by the narrator and sometimes near ooc monologues by characters #But I think most people are considering more restrained versions

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violetsystems · 7 years

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#personal

Today is my Friday in theory as the American holiday has given me through Monday off from work. I’ve traditionally been overseas around this time until the last year. My parents get jealous of each other on certain holidays so usually I play it by ear. This year I don’t have to do much of anything and I’m thankful for it alone. This last year has been intense. I’m starting to feel like in retrospect the last couple of years were. I don’t feel too tense about it now. Truthfully the last week I’ve felt very inspired. It helps to be exposed to things and learn about new work whether it be art, politics, music, books or fashion. Those are the kinds of things that stimulate me surprisingly. Conversation. Not so surprisingly to me it can be very boring here in this city. Mostly because people hold these things from people out of power or contempt. Words mostly. Or even the right to speak them. When you actually connect with people on a genuine level and share things earnestly, people grow. I’ve realized I’ve grown a lot this last year. I grow every year. Every year is more of a mindfuck though I organize my life enough to prepare for complete chaos at any time. Last night there was a photographer from North Korea on my Instagram and one from New Delhi. The one journalist from France I know in passing. It’s just weird to me that these are the people that connect in a city full of people so distant. I don’t take it for granted. I was talking with a friend about hope and how maybe it was a terrible word. That’s at least how I interpreted it. I don’t really like to pry. But year after year I do think sometimes how it might’ve been if I did lose all hope. I’m a pretty positive person by nature even if my attitude is very dark and sparse at times. I find sometimes that’s the harshness of the city. I don’t mind the city much. I just lost hope in it. Faith maybe too far of a stretch. Lately things haven’t seemed so hopeless. There seem to be hidden connections to the past. None of it how I imagined anything to be. Not that I had any expectations about anything. I think that’s what losing hope is about.

There was this lecture I watched recently by Benjamin Bratton on suggestion from a friend. There’s a huge passage in it about placebo politics and placebo innovation. The idea that technology will set us free with no real question about the ethics or horror behind it. Life is full of difficult choices. They sealed the roof above me but since I have a mouse sneaking around in my kitchen. How do you get rid of it? The landlord who is always pretty nice gave me a bunch of poison. I’ve been hanging out in my kitchen a lot reading mostly Gibson at the moment. It’s quiet out there. That is until a mouse crawls out from the cabinet and scares the living shit out you. For years living in this apartment has been a kind of struggle all of its own. Not as much as the city outside of it. I work a lot. I have a regular job. It pays for a roof over my head, mice and all. There’s a delicate ecosystem in my neighborhood. There’s an even more delicate web across the city. I seem to get caught up in a lot of things. None of it every really benefits me. I spent the whole summer running. It felt like people were watching my every move maybe even exploiting it. It couldn’t happen here though. It’s a small city after all. Everyone loves to enjoy parks and recreation. Nothing wrong with enjoying the outdoors and being a citizen. Except most of that blue sky idea of placebo citizenship is very fake. Being some sort of public citizen here is almost a curse even moreso when no one understands your motives. They speak them for you behind your back so much that your reputation is as lifeless as a dummy in a wax museum. More often than not people’s actions have failed me in the real world. So much so that the probability is very low that my time is worth wasting dwelling on it. The Benjamin Bratton lecture had critiqued other lecturers in the TED series for being too much like an infomercial. To be honest, I felt like I was an extra for most of this summer. Something people would parade around the idea of to people but never connect the source. Isn’t wonderful artists like this exist? Isn’t it amazing how they sustain themselves while being constantly shit on and forgotten about? If you can make it here you know what they say. I actually don’t because I’m allergic to bullshit.

And I’ve always been. And it comes with a heavy price. Because I’m starved for the opposite. And that’s where hope can mess with your head I agree. But I haven’t just lost hope with Chicago. I’ve lost it with most of the world at this point. Maybe not certain places. I don’t think I’ll ever be unwelcome in Japan. I’m kind of ok with living with that fact of life. I’m also ok with the fact that distance is nothing like the cold you feel from people who value you less than you really are in person. There’s a warmth in distance sometimes. A longing. Hope doesn’t acknowledge the impossible. It assumes. And in that becomes lazy. There is no great struggle. No horror in your head when you think about that mouse crawling around in the kitchen. You hope it will go away. You hope it will become somebody else’s problem. You hope you’ll meet someday. You ignore facing the ugly truths. What happens when you have to face those truths with someone else? You hope it will work out. For me it worries me maybe. What losing all hope would look like. It’s usually around this time of year I’ve been down that road. I know what it feels like to be lonely. I know what it feels like to be completely alone. I know sometimes that perception just isn’t true. This year I’m definitely not alone. It’s not an easy thing to express. I wish I could say it was all perfect. Some might say after all this work it deserves to be. I would tell you it already is. Because I just know. I don’t really hope it will be. Because hoping things together doesn’t build strong foundations. It builds pressure and expectations. It’s based on vapor and promises nobody will train hard enough to deliver. They’ll watch on the sidelines as you run it. Some might even join in. They’ll whisper it in your ear but it’s up to you to set your own pace towards what you want. And it’s hard, sad, and sometimes more fucked up than anyone even knows. But the feeling when it’s right is worth much more than what we waste our precious time worrying about day by day. And as harshly American and Midwestern the sentiment on the most bullshit of holidays I’m thankful for every minute of the last couple of years. <3 Tim

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invisiblesoulink · 7 years

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No Smoking

A peek into Hiro’s past

“Hey!” The voice came from the other side of the counter, and made Wesley bristle hard enough to break the toothpick between his teeth. He raised an eyebrow as he turned and saw a gruff man standing at the counter, piles of junk food and sodas laid out and ready to be rung up-- no different than any other customer. But the cash register was unattended. It was odd-- enough for him to stare, perplexed for a moment before the man scoffed and banged his hand on the counter.

“You just gonna stand there? Is my money no good here or somethin'?” He hissed.

Wesley spat out his toothpick, fixing his mouth to snap back, but business had been slow today. Slow enough that he hadn't even heard this fool come in and rummage around. He lumbered over without a word, rang up the snacks and bagged them up.

“Ain't you got some workers in here? Shit, I had a hard enough time findin' everything I was lookin' for.” The man muttered as he fished through his pockets.

“Usually.” Wesley lifted a broad shoulder. “Money's no good here if it's invisible, by the way...”

The man huffed at him and smacked a crumpled twenty and a few loose coins down in front of him. “Keep the change. You need it more than me.”

Wesley just raised an eyebrow. “You're short eight cents, friend.”

Flustered, the man scrambled to find another dime, snatched his bag and stumbled out. A trucker, most likely; one who had been drinking on the job. Wesley was sure that he should report that to someone, but there were other matters to attend to.

Where on Earth was his employee?

It took a few minutes to check around; that knee injury hadn't healed up like the doctor's had promised, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was getting old. His hair was like steadily burning wood; a dulling brown that was beginning to crumble into ash gray, even more so in his beard. He could retire at any time, he supposed; but this gas station on the edge of town was all he had, and he no one to give it to.

It took even longer to look around as he had gotten distracted with his own thoughts, but as luck would have it, he didn't have to look too many places. He poked his head out back and found him there, hunched over a book with a notebook one his knee and a cigarette in his mouth.

Wesley cleared his throat and the kid bristled, much like he had before. He was a daydreamer too; or maybe he'd gotten lost in all those numbers in that book.

“You're a smart kid. I get that.” Wesley stepped out to prop the door open. “But I'm beginning to wonder if you can read.” When he received a blank stare, he tapped a sign just above the boy's head. “No smoking. See? Even got a little picture on it.”

Color rushed to his face and he took the cigarette and ground the ashes out. “Sorry. I never noticed that...”

“This is a gas station. You wanna blow us both into next Tuesday?” Wesley laughed and sat in the chair that for some reason the kid had decided not to occupy. “What are you even doing out here?”

“I uh...” He hesitated, prepared himself to lie; but Wesley was sure to give him a hard look and it did the trick. “...Homework.”

“Homework.” Wesley leaned back in his chair. “I didn't know 20 year olds still had homework. You in college, son?”

“...No.”

“Oh. So I'm guessing you're not 20, either.” Wesley chuckled. He had known all along, but it had been a few months. He had hoped that the kid would have wanted to come clean by now. But it was such a nice evening out, and he didn't imagine anyone else coming in for a while. It was about time they talked.

“No,” came the inevitable reply, and he shut the book. “I'm 15.”

“Fifteen and smoking?” Wesley glanced over at him. “But studying hard and working here almost every day.” He raised an eyebrow. “Something about that don't add up.”

He wasn't looking at him now, but Wesley could see the pain in the way that his shoulders slumpled. He waited for a few moments before he cleared his throat.

“How long have you been on your own, Hiro?”

“I'm not on my own.” Hiro drummed his fingers against the book. Calculus. Wesley had only heard about that. Smart kid. “I have a brother... He stays with the neighbors until I get home.”

Wesley studied him for a moment. “So you go to school and you work. You're not old enough to drive... and you're taking care of a little one.”

“It's not that far of a walk... only an hour and a half.” Hiro shrugged and opened his book again. “I don't mind.”

Wesley had to cough to cover the sputter that he almost let slip. “You mean to tell me that you walk here and back every day you work?”

“Yes sir.” Hiro glanced up at him. “I run track at school.”

“Mm. I'd forgotten what it was like to be that young and full of energy.” Wesley offered a little smile. “But... you know, there are people to help when--”

“No.” Hiro's fingers clenched slightly around his pencil. “They'd take Yuki, and I'm not letting that happen. He's almost old enough to take care of himself. ...Almost.”

Wesley scratched his beard. “It's awfully noble of you to give up your childhood, just to keep your family together,” he murmured. “Is that why you call yourself 'Hiro?'”

Again, his pale face colored and he sat up straighter to look at him. “That's my name.”

Laughing, Wesley raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, I wasn't sure. I'm learning all kinds of things about you today.”

“It's Japanese.” Hiro looked back down, trying not to look embarrassed. “Not a complex.”

“All right, all right. I wasn't gonna assume.” Wesley tipped his head. “Anything else you think you might need to tell me?”

Hiro didn't respond until he finished writing-- it might have been an equation, but Wesley couldn't be bothered to ask. Math had never done him much service past counting money. But, the young man looked up at him again once he had tucked all of his things away.

“I really need this job...” His hands were laced in his nap. He was nervous. “I didn't think you'd hire me if you knew that I was just some kid still in high school. But I have to take care of Yuki. He's all I have left, and I'd do anything for him.” He looked at his bag. “Even if that means doing things I don't want to. It's not his fault any of this happened.”

“I'm assuming it's not yours, either.” Wesley raised an eyebrow. “What happened to them?”

“It's not important.” Hiro shook his head. “You're not gonna fire me, are you?”

For a moment, he considered it. Not because he didn't like him; he was a hard worker, even moreso than he realized, apparently. He came in and did what he was supposed to, for the most part, though he knew now why he'd sometimes have to summon him from the back. But if someone found out he was working a kid like a grown man, he could get into a lot of trouble. But in truth, no one had come to check up on his little business in a while, and as much as Hiro needed this job, Wesley needed him there, too. He had been glad to put that “HELP WANTED” sign away; it had begun to collect dust in the window.

“I'm not gonna get rid of you.” Wesley reached over to pat him on the back. “If you weren't so damn good at everything I ask you to do, maybe. But you sweep better than I ever would these days. I still can't figure out how you lift half the shit that you do.” He chuckled. “But you gotta keep from lying to me from now on, kid. You're gonna need somebody on your side, you know.”

Hiro nodded a little, slowly relaxing a bit. He was relieved, though Wesley couldn't exactly imagine why. It seemed as the this kid was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he had somehow managed not to complain. No wonder he smoked.

“Listen...” Wesley looked back out at the setting sun. “If you need to change some things up... work a little less to make time for... I dunno-- homework, or driving lessons ,or something... I can work with you. You're doin' a good job here, you know. I think you could use a raise.”

“Sounds like you're doing it because you feel sorry for me.” Hiro murmured, rubbing his neck.

“Well, yeah. Sorry for feeling sorry? I ain't exactly human but, shit. I got a heart still.” Wesley laughed. “And I know you ain't exactly human either, so don't act surprised.

Hiro did not have a very good poker face; he looked up at him with surprise. “How did you--”

“You might have a few legs up on me when it comes to books, but my nose'll tell me more about this world than your head would ever tell you.” Wesley grinned. “That, and I can see your ears in that fancy up-do.”

Hiro set his jaw a little and reached up to take the soft band that kept his ears and hair tied up atop his head. “I lost my hat on my way here.”

“Don't people ever ask you where your ears are?” Wesley asked.

“I can wear a hat at school, too.” Hiro winced a little as he rubbed one long lop rabbit ear. “I have to get better at hiding them before someone notices.”

“Don't tell me you're trying to pose as a wolf, too. Because let me tell ya', son. You're not scaring anybody.” Wesley chuckled.

“No, just... human. For now.” Hiro looked back at his bag.

“Somethin' in there?” Wesley tipped his head.

Hiro hesitated again, but this time he needed no encouragement to tell the truth. He reached over to search through his things and held up a newspaper article for Wesley to see. The article was small, but from the local city nearby where non-humans like the two of them were living freely. Wesley squinted at the small print, then raised his eyebrows.

“The Army?”

“Special Ops, from the sound of it. If they're looking to do a Therian unit, I want to be a part of it.” Hiro's voice had an air of confidence. “But the recruiters aren't looking for just anyone. So I got into this high school with better credentials. It's human... mostly. Some of my friends have an easier time hiding what they are than me.” Hiro raised his shoulders. “I've never been able to shift all the way. Yuki can't either.”

“It's one of those things.” Wesley chuckled. “Some of us can, and some of us can't.”

“You can.” Hiro sounded almost admiring. “I had no idea.”

“You're out of touch. Probably because you're trying too hard to be human. But if anything, you should know a predator when you smell one.”

Hiro's brow furrowed a bit. “What do you mean?”

“I'm a coyote, son. If you and I couldn't walk and talk the same, pretty sure we wouldn't be talking period.” Wesley chuckled.

“Everyone eats rabbits.” Hiro murmured, looking up at the sky. “Humans do too. It's just how things are. If that was the case, everyone would smell like a predator.”

“Still. If you're looking to join some... 'special ops' army thing, and they're looking for Therians, they're gonna want you to know how to be a Therian.” Wesley stretched out and cracked his neck. “They probably ain't lookin' for many bunnies. So you're gonna have to be the best damn anything they've ever seen. And then you also let them know that you're a bunny.”

Hiro's expression hardened a little, but in a way that Wesley recognized as someone who was taking words to heart. He was a smart kid, after all.

“So now that that's all squared away, get on up to the front. I don't think anybody's come for a visit, but if they are, I don't want them thinkin' they can get things for free,” he said. “You've had your break, so I reckon it's about time for mine.”

“Sorry...” Hiro climbed to his feet and grabbed his book bag. He paused before he headed in though, and turned back to Wesley. “Thank you.”

“Any time, kid.” Wesley gave him a toothy grin. “Just remember... no smoking.”

Hiro rolled his eyes, but went inside to take care of the shop. Wesley stretched out in his chair, kicked back and enjoyed the breeze for a while. His wife might have laughed at him, if she'd been around to hear about what he was doing. She would have called him a soft-hearted old pushover. And maybe he was; he felt good about it.

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

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BASICS.

FULL NAME : Rinnah NICKNAME : Rin, Rinrin, Puppy, Wolfy, Wolf, Pipsqueak, Half-pint, Furball, Fuzzball, Fluffy, etc. AGE : 19 BIRTHDAY : August 31st ETHNIC GROUP : Mixed blood (Dad has some of the Eastern blood in him, hence the lion), but she looks stereotypical white (Nordic, specifically) NATIONALITY : Skin-changer (Nordic in modern/Earth) LANGUAGE / S : Common Tongue/English, most animal languages SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Panromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single and hoping to find someone that she can trust and love completely. Hasn’t had the best life, so having a stable, caring partner would do wonders to help her. CLASS : Skinchangers don’t really have classes, but she’s the granddaughter of the chief. Whether or not that’s recognized by the other denizens of Middle Earth really depends. I wouldn’t think that many hold her kind in high regard. Probably most think they’re savages, or something, really. HOME TOWN / AREA : The Withered Heath, in the far North of Arda. CURRENT HOME : She’s a wanderer, though whether its by nature or necessity is actually quite hazy. PROFESSION : A hunter, guide, muscle for hire, etc. Rin does what needs to be done in order to survive, whether it’s selling wares, or letting people pay her to help them in some way.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Bright white; a product of Leucism. It really depends on how she wants it cut. Grows relatively fast, so there are times when she lets it grow to her waist. Other times, it’s cut into a crest that becomes midback length locks. Either way, there are two side pieces, and it’s been likened to a lion’s mane, as her father’s was. Soft to the touch, but doesn’t lie flat and silken. EYES : Heterochromatic. Her left eye is a golden brown/amber, while the other is a vibrant green (inherited from her mother) NOSE : A medium length nose, with a slight bump in the middle. The bottom is not overly wide, and slightly upturned. FACE : Her facial shape is not remarkably feminine, more androgynous, though her features definitely point towards her being female. Her brows are a bit heavier than most women, and with a semi-strong jaw. (Think Norn of Guild Wars 2) LIPS : Nice, full lips, plush for sure. COMPLEXION : Not pale, but not too dark. She has the permanent tan of someone who is always outside. No freckles or acne. Skin is pretty clear for the most part, though in the cold there can be a need for something to give it moisture. BLEMISHES : Only occasional things. Dry lips, sometimes, maybe dark circles if there hasn’t been much sleep. SCARS : General wear and tear, as to be expected. There is also a massive burn scar on her left side, from hip, to under the bust, but not crossing over her center or spine. Two rips on back and front each of her right side, from massive fangs. Three claw marks over her left eye from forehead to midcheek. TATTOOS : ...there’s, uh, some tribal stuff on the top of her...dick HEIGHT : 137 cm / 4′6″ WEIGHT : 50 kg / 110 lbs BUILD : Rinnah is toned, but not sculpted. She has an endomorphic body type (reference is Samantha Wright, mostly). There isn’t too much going on, bust-wise, and there’s a bit of broadness to her shoulders, but her hips are decidedly wider, giving a more pear shaped appearance, though her upper body is nothing to sneeze at. FEATURES : Thick thighs, thick ass. Got a bit of a happy trail going on (white peach fuzz) ALLERGIES : Nope! USUAL HAIR STYLE : Let it loose! Though she has been known to braid her crest, braid it when long, or just tie it up to keep it out of the way. USUAL FACE LOOK : Generally curious, interested. Not necessarily happy, but there’s no resting bitch face either. USUAL CLOTHING : Think vikings, with more bones and furs, and no shoes.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Being alone, rejection, abuse ASPIRATION / S : To find whatever it is that she’s looking for. ( Rin, herself, doesn’t know what it is, but it’s to find someone that cares for her (in any sense of the word) and/or a place that she can have purpose. POSITIVE TRAITS : Strong, loyal, gentle, caring, protective, brave ( for others ) NEGATIVE TRAITS : Pushover, nervous ( under the surface ), easily influenced, gullible ZODIAC : Virgo TEMPEREMENT : Easy-going, yet a bit on the shy side, until she gets to know/trust you. Then, she’s a fluffy whirlwind of fun, if you let her be. SOUL TYPE / S : Server. Click the link on the actual “soul type” thing to find out what that means! ANIMALS : Wolf, Lion, Horse, Hawk ( Her and her immediate family’s forms )

VICE HABIT / S : Tendency to isolate herself, despite the fact that it makes her feel horrible, Is very secretive, and tries to give out as little information as possible, until convinced that she can trust them completely, Easy to corrupt with her eager-to-please nature and fear of rejection

FAITH : Believes in the Valar, mostly because she has met two of them, so it is not possible for her not to believe at that point XD GHOSTS ? : Eh AFTERLIFE ? : Everyone is told the story of what happens, and being that she has met two of th Valar, proving their existence, Rinnah isn’t quite sure on the matter. REINCARNATION ? : I don’t think Rinnah wants this to exist, the possibility of coming back, and not having her family the way it was. She refuses to think about it. ALIENS ? : Modern verse? Certainly POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : True neutral. Rinnah will making decisions based on who gets to her first ( and shows some form of affection/care, even if they’re faking.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : Skin changers are not known for being materialistic. They might have a home, but everything has its purpose, and is usually crafted by them, themselves. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : Granddaughter of a chief, but that really doesn’t mean much in her society. Everyone is inherently equal, in their eyes, though your behavior and prowess can sway it. EDUCATION LEVEL : Basic survival/self care. A bit of domestic knowledge, but no formal schooling. Can’t really read or write that well... (main verse only)

FAMILY.

FATHER : Folkvar -Deceased- ( The White Lion ) 7′6″, broad and thick muscled. White hair, and blue eyes. A traveller by nature, until he met his match, Selehna, in the Withered Heath. He is jovial, and kind, though a big flirter as well. Has shared his bed with many people, of all races and genders when they’re interested. Doting father to his twin daughters, though Rinnah is his favorite, which everyone knows, but there is no problem with it. MOTHER : Selehna -Deceased- ( The Knight Mare ) 6’4″, more slender and wiry, reminiscent of Elves. Dark red hair, and green eyes. Described by her husband ( and agreed upon by many ) as a Warrior Goddess. She has a temper, to be sure, and is not quite as cuddly as Folkvar. Though, her daughters are a different matter. Sinha is her favorite, and similar to her in many ways. Selehna is the beat down first, ask questions later type when it comes to intruders, or anyone threatening her family. Other times, she is cool and calculating. SIBLINGS : Sinha -Deceased- 5′7″ ( At age 13 ) Fraternal twin to Rinnah. Lighter red hair than their mother ( not fiery ), and blind ( blue eyes ). Takes after their mother in build, and a bit in temperament. Sinha is not entirely fun-loving, but will do all sorts of playing and fun things with her sister, and their father should Rinnah be present. Calm, assertive.

EXTENDED FAMILY : Unknown on father’s side. Mother’s, however, which made up many of the tribe, were not fond of an outsider marrying their most sought after daughter. Were abusive to Rinnah when her parents took Sinha away to find a better healer. They are the source of all her scars, stunted growth, and psychological problems NAME MEANING / S : Folkvar: “guardian of the people”, Selehna: “Moon”, Rinnah: “Shouting for joy”, Sinha: made to match Rin’s HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : N/A.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : N/A MOVIE : N/A 5 SONGS : N/A

DEITY : Orome and Ulmo ( because she’s met both, and finds them to be quite pleasant )

HOLIDAY : N/A MONTH : Probably September, when it’s not too cool, but Fall has begun. SEASON : Summer/Fall PLACE : She wanders too much to have a favorite. If she did, then there’s a good chance that there would be no more traveling for her. WEATHER : Sunny days, warm, but not too warm for someone who...wears a fur coat -wink- SOUND : The sound of fire crackling, the animals of the forest, rain on a roof, or on the leaves SCENT / S : Baked treats and bread, roasting meat, freshly cut wood TASTE / S : Savory, meaty flavors. Freshly baked bread, deserts of all sorts FEEL / S : Leather, fur, crunching leaves, smooth river stones ANIMAL / S : Dogs and horses, and bears NUMBER : N/A. COLORS : Golden yellow, warm browns

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Good, scrappy fighter, ready to use whatever weapons she can find, and her body if she can’t. Cooking and singing. Very good listener. BAD AT : Reading, math, fitting in with more “cultured” people, especially the women TURN ONS : All sorts of things, really. Mostly anything that takes away her control, and even possibly belittles her. Teasing is good, verbal or otherwise, but nothing too cruel. Facesitting is pretty awesome (especially when someone else is doing the sitting). SIZE DIFFERENCE HELL FUCKIN YEAH. Experienced partners, and a reasonable amount of roughness. Put a hand around her throat, maybe pin her down completely, make her cum over and over until she’s begging you to stop, or the reverse is good too. TURN OFFS : MAKING ANY SORT OF NEGATIVE COMMENT TOWARDS HER GENITALS (The existence of, moreso than being like “oh gosh it’s so small, because that kind of comment makes her feel all hot and embarrassed and she loves it.) HOBBIES : Woodcarving, hunting, singing, traveling, sleeping in sun beams AESTHETIC TAGS : Animals of all sorts, gorgeous landscapes, carved wood, bone jewelry, all sorts of weapons (more along the primitive/medieval aspect), rustic dishes (bread and meats predominantly) GPOY QUOTES : N/A. Look at the musings tag on my blog

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Emilia Clarke & Samantha Wright ALT FC / S : Isla from Plastic Memories (For any non-live action) OLDER FC / S : N/A YOUNGER FC / S : N/A VOICE CLAIM / S : Nora Patterson of Royal Teeth, I think, is probably the best I can find? GENDERBENT FC / S : N/A

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : Oh geez, this is definitely a very tough question. Personally, I don’t think there’s really much of a way to do a movie about her. I mean, the beginning would be fun, probably, with the antics of her and Sinha, as well as just enjoying time with the parents. Then everything would just become depressing, more depressing, and then a bit indifferent as she went on her own. After all, She doesn’t have anything big that happens, she’s just another denizen of Middle-Earth.

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Ooh boy, Instrumentals all the way for this one. It fits best with the world she lives in, and a lot of the Lord of the Rings stuff would fit for that reason. However, while it’s good on the epic/battle fronts, it doesn’t have quite as many happy and depressing songs that would fit for her. For that reason, I could actually see Ghibli type music working well. It has a whole range of emotional songs, from the most light-hearted, to the most heart-wrenching. Princess Mononoke would definitely have good instrumentals, as well as Spirited Away.

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : Well, I had her as a character in my mind since I first read The Hobbit in second grade. (I was really good at reading) There have been multiple revisions over the years (as children tend to make sort of mary-sue characters, but that’s not their fault), and I finally really settled about 2009. (other than the average hair changes because people don’t have to stick to one style)

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : BEORN WAS MY FAVE IN THE HOBBIT AND I WANTED SO MUCH MORE!!! I would have loved a book about his life, and more of when the Company stayed at his home. Shape-shifting characters have always been a draw for me, but I wasn’t quite as fond of the one’s who had even more power than that. Trust me, being able to change into one animal is enough to make a character interesting, without overdosing on coolness and power.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : Being that Rinnah is naturally so friendly, and her culture pretty open, I have a lot of trouble when it comes to rp partners thinking that she’s trying to get into their pants. She also has a lot of fears and conflict when interacting with others, so I can’t always proceed the way I would like, in threads. Pleasing the character she’s interacting with is her top priority, so sometimes it can be pretty limiting.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We both stay quiet about our own problems, and will constantly try and help people while we, ourselves, are just treading emotional water. I personally, emotionally carried like half of my fellow Honor students in college through every midterm and finals week, while completely freaking out in my own head.

Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : She’d probably be really excited to have someone like me as a friend. Interacting with me isn’t as emotionally taxing, because of my laid-back nature, so it would be very comfortable for her.

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : Ya know, I can’t make this shit up. With, like, 90% of villain characters, she will become like someone they absolutely love to be around, some even ask to marry her, while others mostly go out with her, if she hasn’t been adopted by them. (And yes, I’m including the ones who really are not fond of other people, like; Gisborne, Smaug (in multiple cases), Bolg, Ganondorf, Hades, Gregor Clegane, Hyde (from BBC’s Jekyll), etc.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Music, mostly. If I’m listening to some good shit I will check tumblr so many times for notifications hoping that it’ll be time to write XD My other inspiration is all of the positive feedback I get from my partners, as well as my want/need to do the best that I can for them.

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : Don’t....don’t even..please...

#headcanons #Rinnah #Muse #JFC PUT AN END TO MY SUFFERING

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