#and that's when i saw smth black in there which i thought was dirt but no ❤️ it wouldn't come out

[mistlekissy]

get a helix piercing they said, it'll be fun they said

[yumenosakiacademy]

a Far Too Long lyrics analysis 4 "Black Pear Tree" by The Mountain Goats & Kaki King n how I associate it w torahime shu from charisma house, borne of me having a head full of thoughts n time on my hands at like 5:30 am.

"I dug a hole n filled it up w compost... Rested on the cool grass 4 a minute."

Him planning 2 enter the house n start his infiltration mission. The beginning of the arc, n, unknowingly, of the end n new beginnings in equal measure. He rests his head on the grass outside of the sharehouse [end of 91, where he was lurking outside], taking a moment of respite b4 he starts what could make or break them.

"I saw the future in a dream last night... There was nothing in it."

Sensei having lost all hope w the lab being lost. w the lab gone n his sensei's spirits down... what's left of there 4 their dream? Theres nothing... esp 4 poor sensei. He wont stand 4 tht. Smth must b done. Possibly additionally a foreshadowing or premonition of naka leaving him. After all, w/o the lab, what need does he have 4 an assistant aka Him? Will he b left 4 dust jus like the lab? But he hopes it's jus his anxious feelings hanging that threat over his head. He prays he won't be abandoned. Sensei, please look at me. Please keep me. I'll b trying 4 u. I'll get us what we want. What we Need.

"I set the sapling in the hole, started gently tamping down the dirt... I saw the future in a dream last night."

Tora going thru w the plan n infiltrating the house, setting the plan in motion, shown here w the metaphor of a Tree. He sees the future again in a dream, but its not nothing this time, bc he's actively trying 2 make a future 4 them. However its left vague as 2 what he's seen bc it's still unknown. He can't say 4 sure tht they'll succeed, but he can't b sure they'll fail, either. If he'll get caught or if they don't get infoz or if they witness breaks... he sees the future. mayb as a ball of light, mayb as a blur tht he can't remember upon waking up, mayb smth tht we aren't allowed 2 kno bc it's tora's life n he has a right eye withhold his fantasies... all the same it's a Future. n thts Enough.

"Somebody's gonna get hurt, somebody's gonna get hurt. I hope it's not me. But I suspect it's going 2 have 2 b."

The repeated injuries he sustained via the reckless charismas in the sharehouse, as well as a double meaning of either them or the charismas going 2 end up having a bad time [the charismas being captured or him n naka failing n possibly being on the tail end of another group break]. He knows tht he has 2 endure all of the pain he's experiencing if he's 2 get the info tht naka needs n do a good job. As much as he would liked if they'd've succeeded w their plan at the old lab, this is how things r now... Naka didnt have a backup plan, so its up 2 him. Its going 2 hav 2 b. The charismas dont remember his face- they hav no reason 2. n so there he was, in tht chaotic house. endure it. 4 the plan. 4 naka. Even if naka doesn't care abt how much hes going thru 4 him. even if all he cares abt r the charismas.1 day, mayb... he will. He'll pat his head n hug him close n say "good work". Call him "torahime".

"I dug my heels in 4 the winter, and I waited 4 snow."

Taken literally as opposed 2 giving up, he waits 4 the breaks 2 happen or 4 breakthrus w the charismas 2 occur. Also him waiting 4 the charismas 2 punish him or kick him out after rhe incident w naka [hot spring n shopping eps], which fits w the lines actual meaning of giving up n waiting 4 bad things 2 happen (the 'snow')

"But something was stuck up in the clouds. Something was stuck up there. It couldn't let go."

His yet-2-overflow/realization of jealousy n hatred 2wards the charismas. I suspect in the eps after 104, he was still in a state of High Alert ie shock n wariness of not knowing what will b done 2 him, seeing as how he startled when spoken 2 n was relatively quiet up until around 107. so at 1st, he knows smth is wrong... this tension yet warm feeling... smth will come of this, he feels, but... just living happily w these guys n being treated as a companion is nice... all the same, he can't shake a small feeling in the back of his head tht he tries 2 ignore (until 107).

"And when its time came, i could see it happen; Blossoms black n sweet as texas crude. I saw the future flowering like a ruptured vessel... Somebody's gonna get screwed. It won't be me."

The seed of the plan [see the 1st lyrics point] has grown n w it, his relationship w the charismas. At the end of 107, he's accepted by them rather than the punishment he was bracing himself 4, in2 a house tht will welcome him n w companions tht will n do care abt him, more than naka ever did. The light of the charismas shines on him, their 'flowers' covering the red rage of his breakdown n showing him tht there's hope n a place 4 him (note: 'crude' in this case possibly being the charismas' crude natures.. lol). He's been abandoned, yes but a better place awaits him where he belongs. It's not the ending he saw 4 himself, but all the same he will b 'screwed over' n neglected n 4gotten no longer.

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Gib the angst with grandpa enji and grandma rei. Grandbb gets hurt b a d due to smth and 😬😬😬

(Ojiisan is granddad in Japanese, the fir al version of it anyway. Jiji is informal, baba is the informal version of grandma)

Hero work was risky. Enji knew this. He knew better than anyone you can be fine one minute and dying the next but he still never fathomed it happening to /you/. He didn't /want/ to.

And then he gets a panicked call, from Shouto, and it sounds like he's crying, like he can't breathe. And in seconds, his retirement is thrown out of the window. His old costume is on and Reis concerned- he doesn't even have time to explain it all to her, just that you /need/ help.

When he arrives, the scene is at a stand still. Heros unsure of the next move, unsure of how to progress without hurting the situation and Shouto- although his exterior remained calm, endeavor could see it in his eyes. He was panicking. The facade cracked a little upon seeing his father, his expression turned sorrowful, sour and concerned, all at once; for just a split second before he returned to collected.

"She's in there, in the rubble. She got hit before he went down. He's in there with her but he's hurt. They both are."

"Negotiator?"

"Tried, he won't budge."

Enji nodded, mentally racking over plans and strategies- that green haired kid would be useful right now. But he was away, in America, probably watching it all go down on tv. So for now, Enji was alone in strategizing.

"I want the building stabilized and watched. Men on ever corner, exit and window of this place. The girl is first priority. If there is a choice between her and him, let him go. Do I make myself clear?"

There was a chorus of 'Yes sirs', both from special forces and heros that would be initiated in the plan.

He gaze flickered from the building back to those in front of him and he continued his explanation. This needed to be executed carefully- very carefully.

Casualties were at a low but he sure as hell wasn't going to add to that number, especially with you.

His plan was explained and he received confirmation, then it was put into action. His son on his right and ground zero on his left, the plan was initiated.

They used distractions and the stormed the building- probably not the smartest, but it's all they had right now.

Enji didnt care about anything else but you. He didn't care about the chaos ensuing around him. He didn't care about the others he saw. He did however, care about that blood trail. It could be you. Or it could be him.

He looked over to Shouto who nodded. "I'll take this one, you take the other."

"Got it," Shouto agreed with a small nod before taking off in the other direction.

Enji followed it, eyes scanning his surrounds with frevor- analyzing everything in his path. The blood trail dotted; it got light until it stopped, just outside a closed door. He wasted no time opening it. He scrunched his nose. It smelled foul.

Then he saw you. Crumpled in the corner in a pool of blood and his heart stops. It feels like the world is crashing around him because Fuck- you looked dead.

"Shouto!" He calls, his head turning towards the door but his gaze remains on you.

He's quick to get to you, kneeling down and putting his finger under your nose

You're breathing. Oh thank fuck, you're breathing.

He gently moves your arm, which is cradled over your stomach. It looks broken- its bruised and swollen and he doesnt like the blossoming purple patches along it. But your suit is ripped too, theres a large gash on your stomach and he cringes at the blood. He gently moves the sticky fabric off the wound. It was deep and tissuey- he could vaguely see the bruises beginning to form on your ribs- he didn't like that either. You were hurt, bad. Really bad.

He slides an arm under your back and the other under you leg to pick you up, almost crying in relief when you /move/. It's just a squirm but it's something, at least

He's /praying/ that you make it through, immediately thinking of the worst scenarios. They're playing over in his head.

A groan pulls him from his thoughts and he looks down, watery eyes peer into his. They're lidded and tired and scared; he let's out a breath he didnt know he was holding.

"Oj-Jiji-" You groan out, gripping his arm. Your head his on his shoulder, hair knotted and dirty, face covered in layers of dust and dirt. But the tear streaks are obvious.

"Firefly," He whispers, "it's okay,"

"It hurts," You whimper. "It hurts so much-"

"I know, I know. We're getting you out of here-"

"Did you find her- oh god," Shouto paled upon seeing you. He stumbled into the room, placing a cool hand on her cheek. You leaned into the touch.

"Dad," you kept her hand on Enjis arm, your grip tightening.

"Princess you're gonna be okay, alright? It's not- It's not that bad. We're gonna get you out and to a hospital,"

"If you're gonna lie," you mumble, "make it convincing. I know it's bad."

"You're gonna be fine baby, I promise you, you're gonna be okay."

He gently hands you to Shouto. "Go, I'll take care of things here. I'll meet you at the hospital. Go quickly."

"Jiji-"

"I'll be there soon, Firefly," he kissed your forehead.

"Jiji I love you," It was small, panicked and scared. But you wanted him to know, you wanted him to know in case you didn't make it. You'd lost blood. A lot of it. He could see it in the way you spoke. The adrenaline started to wear down by the time Shouto had entered the room.

You were crashing again and he hated it but there was nothing else he could /do/.

"I love you too, Firefly."

You let out a quiet cry, gripping your fathers shirt, looking behind him at your granddad as he carried you out. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to keep your eyes open. Black dotted your vision and you could vaguely hear someone calling your name as the world faded.

Rei sat quietly in the waiting room chair, her leg bounced and she chewed the inside of her cheek. Her hand held her son's tightly as her husband paced in front of them.

He should've gotten their sooner, he should've known it was happening. He should've been there to help her.

"Enji," Reis voice ripped him from his thoughts. The nasty thoughts running through his head a mile a minute.

They'd taken you in for emergency surgery. The bruises- those were from him. But the gash was deep. Deeper than Enji had originally thought. And with the blood lost, it wasn't looking too good.

"Are you alright?" His deep voice rumbled, the concern evident.

"Baby, come here." She whispered, holding her hand out. "You've been pacing for hours. Sit down. Relax."

He hesitated. Could he really? Could he really just sit? Shouto had zoned out. For what felt like forever his just stared at the ground, before he fell asleep with his head on his mothers shoulder. Natsuo and Fuyumi were somewhere- he wasn't sure where at the moment.

He supposed he could calm himself down enough, try to breathe through it. So he did. He walked over and sat down, sighing when her hand slipped into his.

"She'll be okay," Rei whispered. "She's strong. She's resilient. And there's a great team working on her. It's-It's going to be okay."

"I don't know," he mumbled. "She looked bad when we finally got to her. She was so pale," he squeezed her hand. "And there was so much blood. I should've gotten there sooner."

"No, you can't blame this on yourself. This isn't anyones fault. You did your job and you brought her home."

"But did I bring her home right? Did I bring her home alive?"

"Yes."

And Rei was right. He did bring you home alive. The surgery was a success. You stabilized, you regained the color in your face, normal breathing and heart rate.

They stitched you up, fixed a few broken ribs- sewed up that cut on your chin. They used a quirk for your arm, that seemed to be the easiest but for the others it was too risky.

So the Todoroki family sat in the small hospital room, around your bed, just waiting. They held small conversations, took turns sleeping; though Todoroki needed it the most. He kept putting it off.

"Aw- don't tell me you've all been waiting here. You all are getting soft," a voice mumbled.

Enji looked up and smiled. "You're awake."

"Princess," Shouto leaned foward and kissed your forehead. "How're you feeling?"

"I mean- all things aside, fine. It's a party in here though, you having fun?"

"I'm going to hit you." Natsuo narrowed his eyes.

"Can't hit a cripple," you hum. "Nice try though, Uncle."

"You almost died, yet here you are, cracking jokes."

"Yes. That's how I handle uncomfortable situations. You know this. I blame Auntie."

"I blame your father." Fuyumi rolled her eyes.

Shouto looked up, saying something back. Enji had turned them out.

"You feel okay?" He asked, eyes trained on you.

"I mean, it hurts a little but I'm okay." You smiked softly. "Thank you for finding me. I'm sorry you had to though."

"Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. I'm just glad your okay," he swiped his thumb across your cheek gently.

It was okay after all.

[hexhealed]

          ˗ ˏ ˋ ( kristine froseth, twenty-one, cis woman, she / her ) — is that ANDROMEDA BLACK just saw in the courtyard? i hear they’re a SLYTHERIN, returning for their SIXTH school year, but something more juicy is them being ENTERPRISING & THOUGHTFUL as well as DETACHED & CONFLICTED. if you want some more details on them, i guess i could tell you that they’re PUREBLOOD, and from the rumors i heard, they’re currently allying with THE NEUTRALS. personally, i think they remind of: solemn family portraits lining a darkened hall, puppet pulling at her strings, archaic tomes precariously stacked, aristocratic nose to the grindstone, the sweet sting of venom, honey, & healing. but that might be just me. — ( kit, she / they, 23 ) ˎˊ ˗  

TW — unhealthy family dynamics, emotional abuse / neglect, v. vague allusions to mental health issues. 

basics ,

full name.  andromeda cygnella black. known as.  andromeda, andie. age / date of birth.  twenty-one / april 2nd, 1960. year.  sixth year. blood status.  pureblood. house.  slytherin. alliance.  neutral. gender / pronouns.  cis woman, she / her. orientation.  bisexual, biromantic, grey-ace. extracurriculars.  chaser for the slytherin quidditch team; member of the herbology, potions, slug, and occamy dueling clubs; hospital wing volunteer. additional stats.  click here.

early life , 

andromeda is born a mere few months after bellatrix, and is instantly her mother’s darling. for a long time, she doesn’t question — doesn’t even truly comprehend — the way her mother favors her, desperate as she is for her parents’ approval. they are exacting, demanding, withholding; they praise one daughter or another, it seems, only to shame the other two in their failures. 

andie takes what she can get, where she can get it, for as long as she can, letting her parents pit her against her sisters in a constant battle for attention, affection, and approval. but it’s a battle she starts to lose, middle child that she is. despite all andromeda’s efforts, it seems being perfect comes as naturally as breathing to little narcissa, and druella redirects her favoritism towards her youngest daughter. and while bella is at a disadvantage, she makes up for it in sheer willpower; she turns herself into their father’s perfect slytherin heir, what andie was supposed to be. ( note, of course, that this is how andie experiences this; the truth is that each sister was of course neglected and traumatized in their own way ! )

for most of her early childhood, andie doesn’t really question the world she lives in; doesn’t think too hard about the wealth, the blood purity, the high society circles in which her family moves. it is as natural as the air around her. yet she manages nonetheless to ruffle feathers, draw suspicion. at age six she questions innocently why uncle marius has been cursed from the family tree; the answer horrifies her, though she tries to hide it, saying nothing and staying up late at night wondering if her parents would ever disown her for something like that. 

( ..... will probably add some more once i’ve sorted some more black sisters plots ? )

she really enjoys quidditch and plays whenever she can find an opponent ( bella doesn’t care for the sport, and lets her know as much. ) it’s not a ladylike pursuit, her mother reminds her, but at least her father approves. at first, it’s only the children of her parents’ friends, all pureblood, all high-society, but as one by one they start going off to hogwarts, andie needs to find herself new friends. this is how she takes her first steps out of her ignorance, more interested in finding playmates than purebloods; but the common little muggleborn derisions that are the black family bread and butter do not do well among her new friends, and she starts realizing for the first time the unkindness of her family’s beliefs.

this is where the split starts, between andie and andromeda black, because whatever she is, she must be hidden; she leaves the façade of andromeda standing as she carefully slips out from behind it, and no one is much the wiser. 

hogwarts ,

to finally go to hogwarts is a relief for andie. it offers an escape out of the stifling environment and the constant disapproval of her parents; at the same time, though, it gives her every opportunity to impress them. and she still wants to, especially following in bella’s footsteps; she’s always admired her older sister, always wanted to be just as clever, just as talented, just as capable. it’s this burning desire to be valued that has the sorting hat deciding, after just a few moments, to place her in slytherin.

and so without realizing she slips back, subsumed once more into pureblood ideology, so much stronger when impressed by her peers; it’s much easier to dismiss her parents as outdated, and keep her mouth shut, than it is to disagree with the cool upper years, especially when they are conspicuously nice to her.

as time passes, though, she slowly becomes something else other than bella’s little sister, expanding her horizons at last somewhat. she excels academically, as is expected of her — cygnus and druella would not suffer their children to enter school unprepared — and joins the potions and herbology clubs, spending less and less time in the slytherin common room. hoping to play quidditch, she tries out her first year but fails; in her second year, she secures a spot as a chaser.

her year three electives become something of a bone of contention over the preceding summer; alongside arithmancy, andie signs up for muggle studies. her family disapproves. she has to assure them it’s a purely academic pursuit, that she’s only curious but never sympathetic — and she doubts whether they’re convinced. 

she’s still trying to be and seem apolitical, trying to toe the line, but with each passing year she finds it less and less sustainable. once, she might have been ignorant, simply might not have known better; now, she knows better, and she’s just a coward. at this point she can see straight through her family’s pureblood supremacy. but then, as much as it turns her stomach, they are her family. she loves them. and more than that, she fears them.

so to assuage her guilt andie simply overworks herself. ( can’t feel guilty if you’re too tired ! ) between club meetings, quidditch practices, and homework, she’s overworked as it is, but when her potions professor approaches and suggests, given her skill, she may be helpful to madam pomfrey in the hospital wing, she cannot refuse. it’s simple work, preparing ingredients, cleaning, changing sheets, but she finds it oddly rewarding. 

in her o.w.l. consultations, andromeda decides to pursue healing; she’s fascinated by magical medicine, and fantasizes about doing research and experimental magic, about pushing boundaries. but her parents would be happier if she simply said she wanted to be a st. mungo’s healer, so that’s what she says. the christmas holidays in her fifth year are the first holidays she chooses to stay at hogwarts; she tells her parents she simply must, that between her clubs, quidditch, and o.w.l.s she’s much too busy for a holiday. truth is, she simply dreads spending two weeks alone with her family.

she excels at her o.w.l.s, but it doesn’t leave her feeling proud, just relieved that she won’t have to face her parents empty-handed. the idea of spending all summer back in her family home is torturous, but thankfully she doesn’t have to; her parents pull some strings, talk to some old family friends and secure her an internship at st. mungo’s over the summer. she expresses her gratitude politely to them, and her relief to her friends in cautious letters, and stays in a room in the city for nearly the whole summer. 

personality , hcs , etc. ,

got the nickname andie at hogwarts; her family has always called her by her full name. her parents seemed unreasonably upset with her about it — something about throwing away family tradition, not honoring their wishes for her, and other nonsense.

loves to throw herself into her responsibilities, hobbies, and interests as a way of avoiding inner turmoil; has a strong problem-solving impulse that gets way worse whenever she has bigger, unsolvable problems.

speaking of, she loves herbology, catch her in the greenhouses most days of the week. she loves the smell, the warmth, the dirt beneath her nails, the way the rest of the school grounds outside feel so distant behind the glass. the greenhouses are her church and sanctuary.

monstrously overworked and definitely verging on a burnout; between school, quidditch, career thoughts, the impending war, volunteer work, and sorting through some deep-seated personal issues.

might be the nicest black sister, but that’s not really a high bar to clear. though she carries a lot of guilt and tries to resolve that by doing good work, keeping her head down and not being explicitly hateful, she’s not exactly kind. she’s a bit of a know-it-all and loves to argue with people, can be really condescending, lashes out when she’s feeling insecure, and can hold a grudge like nobody’s business.

very much enjoys muggle music, after it was shared with her by friends. she named her owl ziggy after ziggy stardust, knowing full well that her parents wouldn’t have the faintest clue what it meant. 

plots , 

just wanted to say first of all that i love plotting, hc’ing, brainstorming, etc. so please hit me up ! if nothing here works i’m super happy to think of something else. also, every single one of these is open to all genders unless specified ! i also especially love plotting based on other connections ( i.e. muse a and muse b are friends, muse b and muse c are exes, therefore muse a and muse c do not get along, or smth ) idk i just have a lot of ideas !

friends.   this could go a lot of ways ! very importantly, andie doesn’t pick her friends for their politics; they could be death eaters, order members, or neutral. more important is their ability to put up with andie’s nonsense. that being said alliances would definitely play a part in how they interact, etc. ofc.

unofficial engagement.  a betrothal is a bit archaic, andie’s made clear in so many words. her parents and this muse’s parents, rather than putting their foot down and making demands, are quite cunning in their attempt to play matchmaker. they invite each other and their family to dinners, ask after them in every letter, and never pass up an opportunity to throw the pair of them together. would definitely be a pureblood, ‘respectable’ and probably but not necessarily a slytherin ! how the two of them feel about it is also very open-ended — enemies, slow-burn, fake dating, friendship, i’m happy with anything !

exes.  give me a bunch of these ! there’s so many options for this. their first little ‘relationship’ that maybe lasted only a few months, going on their first lil hogmeade dates together ? first loves making plans to visit each other over summers ? some hookup that one of them thought was much more serious than the other ? something a lil star-crossed & pushed apart by families ? an ex andie unceremoniously dumped last year to focus on her studies ? exes who are good friends, exes who hate each other, exes who are so embarrassed to have dated each other they pretend nothing ever happened, just. any of them. pls.

crushes / flirtationships.  all the crushes ! an youthful crush that she swears she’s gotten over but she still gets flustered whenever they talk to her; someone who’s interested in her, but whom she has less than zero interest in ( or, alternatively, is pretending to have no interest in ); mutual crushes but they’re both convinced the other person hates them or is out of their league; mutual crushes but they’re also constantly bickering and everyone thinks they’ve already been married forty years; bad crushes that she feels bad about for whatever reason ( they are death eaters, or seeing someone else, or a rival in some way, idk ), etc. etc.

childhood friends.  lots of options here too; high society pureblood kids her parents approved of, but also any halfbloods in and around london who are into quidditch, and would play with andie ?

study buddy.  andie’s a big nerd. give her some friends to study with ? someone who won’t give her a weird look when she threatens to hex chatty first years in the library. they can ask each other questions and help with charms practice and share their hopes, dreams, and aspirations ! definitely made a pact last year to get x amount of o.w.l.s. should be in sixth year, but doesn’t necessarily need to be an overachieving nerd like andie.

potions partner.  fairly self-explanatory; they’re adjacent to a study buddy but work together pretty much exclusively in potions class. this would ideally be one of two types: either they’re also very, very good at potions and they’ve partnered together to make sure they both get top marks each class, or alternatively, this is someone who struggles with potions and who was partnered with andie, either against her will ( thanks slughorn ) or out of the ( unlikely ) kindness of her heart, and she helps them get up to speed.

academic rival.  the opposite of a study buddy. study enemy ? should also be a sixth year so that they share classes with andromeda. they’re both overachieving students and will stare daggers at each other in class whenever the other person raises their hand. andie feels very threatened and definitely lets her insecurity get the best of her in this dynamic.

quidditch rival.  is there anything better than a sports rivalry ? no ! this could be anywhere from a friendly bantering rivalry to a full on, hate-your-guts, will hex you on the pitch if i can rivalry ? could be simply because of their teams, because they have issues off the field, or because they accidentally ran head-on into each other in their first match and now can’t let it go ? just think this could be fun !

frienemies.  okay, hear me out. gimme a buddy for andie where their entire friendship essentially revolves around gently verbally abusing each other — or at least, that’s andie’s side because she’s a great big bully ! but if they’re ever in trouble or getting shit from anyone she will drop anything and go fight. someone she probably really adores but will only begrudgingly admit to. mostly she calls ‘em names.

petty enemies.  so, i know it’s stupid to hold onto old grudges when there’s a literal war on the horizon, but andie ? andie does not. she’s really pettier than that. would love for this to be someone who she just really butted heads with in her earlier hogwarts years and they’ve both just never gotten over it. they’re very petty and don’t even really remember why they don’t like each other but are they gonna get over it now ? heck no.

true enemies.  not petty, not somewhat friendly, not a rivalry but a true and burning hatred. just. give it to meeeeeee. this could be a muse with strong political opinions who really hates where andie stands & isn’t afraid to say so, but could also just be more personal; maybe andie did something ? i’m very okay with her being the bad guy here too.

confidant.  andie has a lot going on that she doesn’t/can’t really talk to other people about; maybe this muse is just a very good listener, or maybe they have their own deep dark secrets ? either way, they can tell each other things very few others are privy to.

patients.  might be a bit of a stretch of the definition since right now andie’s not a medical professional any more than a candy striper might be, but has your muse been injured at any point in the past year/year and a half or so ? it’s possible that you might be entitled to some compensation for them having to put up with andie being annoying as hell during their hospital wing stay.

[gayregis]

Do you have any thoughts on TWN using non polish actors to portray characters from polish fantasy book with dense polish culture and roots? And on how most of the cast apperereance are drastically different than in the books? Like Foltest, Renfri, Fringilla or Calanthe? (Sorry this is the correct one, i forgot to add Fringilla on my previous question.)

i feel like the witcher should not be handled by a large american company like netflix. it is clear that a lot of decisions were made to “dumb the series down” in a manner that would make it more of a pop culture phenomenon that could be used to profit off of from viewership, subscriptions, social buzz, and merchandise, instead of an opportunity to demonstrate actual artistry, storytelling, character depth, and poignant messages. the company that handles it CAN be american or another nationality besides polish, but it shouldn’t be a huge one focused on making as much money and social sharability as possible, that will ruin things. (i also feel like the witcher should not be a live-action adaptation, but this is kind of besides the point... to better gauge how i think the feel of a visual-audial witcher adaptation should look, my dream adaptation would be that of a more “adult version” (”adult” meaning in themes like war and despair) studio ghibli or laika).

in regards to casting, i feel like it’s fine to not use an all polish cast as long as they fit the character description in a way that is actually relevant to the plot. so many people in response to people of color being cast in the witcher were volalitely racist and demanded a “polish cast” - as if polish MUST = white. even though poland is not as ethically diverse as some other european countries, people of color do exist in poland, as they/we exist everywhere. if you want an “all-polish cast and production,” that’s fine to me, i don’t think it’s inherently necessary, but i think if one is doing so, that doesn’t mean that it would be wrong to cast actors of color in roles. 

i think the issue lies more with storytellng, for two reasons. one is that eastern european people involved on set seem to actually understand the witcher and what it’s about way better than any of the british cast, and by that i mean sakharov and baginski, who have demonstrated more understanding of like, the style of storytelling (not every scene needs to be jammed with action, drama, sex, gore), what the characters actually mean to each other, and the lore in general. this makes sense because i have read some articles and such before about how the witcher was and is important to its fans in poland and eastern europe because very little “slavic fantasy” ever gets exported and represented internationally, and of course sapkowski involved many cultural references in the series, so it’s recognizable to people from those regions (or are diaspora from those regions) who grew up hearing these fairytales, etc. it’s more of a meaningful callback and less of a “foreign curiosity,” if that makes sense. so for those reasons, i think it’s important to have a majority polish and/or slavic writing room/directors/etc, people behind the story and how the story is told - but that doesn’t mean the writer’s room should be all white men, though. diversity in gender, race, etc should be considered.

the other reason is that the casting for the netflix is inaccurate, but not for reasons of race. the issue with anya chalotra as yennefer isn’t that she is indian, it’s that her hair is incredibly straight and flat and not like yennefer’s curly stormy hair at all, and that her face is so soft and childlike, she doesn’t look stern and cold like yennefer at all. there are many casting issues amongst the white members of cast, such as henry cavill, who doesn’t fit the description of geralt at all because geralt looks like he’s starved constantly, and joey batey, who ... well, dandelion is supposed to be blonde and curly long-haired... but of course, these are the appearances which don’t really “matter” in regards to the story. except i think geralt’s build, as well as yennefer and ciri’s proximity in age, which makes me nauseous to think about how they only have a 6 year age difference

one physical description which does actually matter to the plot/lore is that of calanthe, pavetta, and ciri, as they are a matrelineal line, but in netflix, they don’t look related at all. i saw so many people complaining that they should have chosen a white actress for calanthe, but why is she the problem? why not cast people of color for calanthe, pavetta, and ciri altogether? they should look related and have the ashen grey hair/green eyes, but that doesn’t mean they have to be white. it’s a similar issue with yennefer and fringilla. they are supposed to look similar, and i saw many people complaining that they chose mimi who is black to be fringilla, they are just using “they need to look similar” as an excuse to hide their racism and anti-blackness, because anya is more white-passing than mimi is. from my perspective, why not then cast a black actress who looks similar to mimi as yennefer, then? “they need to look similar” again does not mean “they need to all be white or white-passing.”

we should have cast actors that both fit the descriptions of the characters in the books AND are diverse, without it being “random diversity to appeal to a diverse audience.” lauren thought she was so clever by throwing the actors of color in the roles of background characters, stereotypes, forgettable and disposable aides to the white leads, or super evil villains... i see what you did... why not center actors of color in an actually proud and leading light, with lead roles, where the casting makes sense and isn’t there for tokenization that does nothing to empower people of color? actually incorporate people of color into your artistic projects in a way that respects them and makes sense and not just so you can get more views to make more money

other divergences from canon like foltest were just piss-poor and demonstrated the lack of understanding about the messages of the story. foltest was supposed to be handsome, elegant, and as a refined a king as any, to show how those in power are actually corrupt and as prone to disgusting acts as any other human being, that foltest is not a better man than geralt because he is beautiful and sits on a throne. by making him disgusting on the outside, they totally missed the point that he is supposed to mask his disgustingness on the inside with beauty on the outside. also i feel like (maybe related) twn really made a whole joke out of foltest and his relationship to his sister because in one of the flashbacks (in the sorcerer? gala? party?) foltest is shown as a kid with his sister and his mom grabs his arm or whatever and is like “foltest stop bothering your sister” as like some kind of fucking joke... literally they made a “funny ahaha incest joke” like seriously wtf. the story of the striga in particular should be taken seriously imo because of how rawly the tragedy is depicted... this is probably why it’s one of my least favorite short stories... its so sad and also incest disgusts me horribly

for renfri i feel like she was just sooooo ... more “likable” as a character, a lot like how yennefer’s character was changed. you feel feelings of pity and curiosity towards her rather than actually being intimidated by her. renfri in the books actually made me so mad because i think she represents something like what ciri goes through across the saga, just how when you have the choice on how to respond to your abuse, you can easily become consumed with revenge, and i think renfri made me think of myself in that way so i really disliked it when they changed this terrifying raw aspect of her anguish and hunger for retrubution that made her lose her humanity into like, more of a palatable manner of killing... it really was just “girl with sword” and it was so boring. the lesser evil literally makes my stomach turn and that’s why i only read the story like once as well...

also to return to fringilla, i liked mimi and i thought she should have been cast for yennefer instead maybe.... i just was really upset at how much they changed fringilla’s character in the writing to be a “generic evil villain” when in the series she actually is kind of unique in my opinion. she is like, not allied at all with the main characters, but ends up saving both yennefer and geralt’s lives. she’s not good or bad, she’s not super loyal to the empire but she is still nilfgaardian/beauclairoise, and she just exists as a character and that’s why i actually like her in the books (asides from all of the unnecessary library nonsense). i thought mimi could have handled that complex role really well but they totally took that away from her and just made her a flat boring forgettable “evil” character that does “forbidden black magic” and is super loyal to an empire that brought her purpose because yennefer was mean to her once or smth ig... yeah ok. also i fucking hate how they had cahir of all fucking people order her around. idk how old cahir is supposed to be in netflix because he’s obviously not like 16-20 as he would be in canon during this time period, but to have him be the boss of fringilla... that is dumb as hell. i just try and think about that ever occuring with books verse cahir and fringilla and i think she would smack him off of his horse and into the mud. she’d tell assire and assire would get mawr to drag him off by his ear as he tries not to cry.  also of course i hate cahir’s casting and the fact that they showed his face. why. it ruins like every message that his character had...

oh also because i HAVE to talk about it. i hate how they tried to make jaskier more masculine/boyish with not giving joey a wig or flamboyant setting-appropriate garb, i think they are allergic to men with long hair that’s not a grime, dirt-covered mess... literally just give half of the production wigs or better wigs i swear to god ... also like this is totally for another post but i don’t think making jaskier a flirt is inherently misogynistic like he acts in the books at times. like just write the misogynistic bits out and it’s fine... flirtatiousness is not evil when it’s consensual and appreciated ... i think they just really wanted geralt to be the one that gets large amounts of p*ssy because he’s muscular or w/e and jaskier became this sort of helpless annoying barnacle on his side instead of a real character and friend to him. and to bring this point back to the main point , i think character appearance really affects their characterization: jaskier in twn has short, boyish hair with no facial hair, which makes him look kind of juvenile, jaskier in the books has curly long hair with some light facial hair, which kind of brings up ehhh what would you call it... 70s casanova energies maybe, a man that puts oils in his hair and such, male thottery...

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Through The Ages

Request: What if Jacob and the Reader were childhood sweethearts or smth?

A/N: Well I am sorry this took so long. This was my oldest request so I’m just doing them in chronological order :) Others are coming, don’t you worry! I hope you enjoy it! I thought that the ending sort of dropped off at the end, but I dunno. Have fun, kids!

Age 5:

Your father gripped your hand tightly as you walked through the streets of Crawley, your feet doubling the speed of his. You felt his strange swishing clothes—you had no idea what kind of shop he went to to procure them—brush against your body.

“Where are we going?” You tugged on his arm and brought your arms up, silently asking to be held.

“I’m going to meet a friend of mine and talk about boring things,” he said with a smile, setting you on his hip as he weaved through the people on the street. You took his hat from his fluffy hair and tried it on for size. It slipped as far down as the bridge of your nose. “He also has children; they’re your age too.”

Peeking out from under the rim of his hat, you grinned cheekily. “Can we play hide and seek?”

He laughed heartily. “Why, that’s their favourite game!”

He walked up to the door of a house that was different but also blended in. After three sharp raps, another adult man opened the door. You shrunk into the crook of your father’s neck as they greeted each other. “Y/N, Love, this is my best friend Ethan.” You mumbled a very shy, “Hi” back.

“Hello, Y/N.” This Ethan fellow had a kind face, with a smile that you could quickly trust. “Evie! Jacob!”

Your father put you down and pressed his hand against your head as you stood behind his leg, clutching his trousers. A little girl, about your age, came into view not a second after, with bright blue eyes and freckles. She flashed an adorable smile, sticking out her hand. “Hello!” She greeted cheerfully.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and stepped forward. “Hi.”

“My name is—“

“Jacob Frye!” You giggled to yourself as you saw a boy, about the same height and age as the girl in front of you, walk towards the front door, covered in mud. “What on earth are you doing?” His father asked, not as much angry as disbelieved.

“Making mud pies!” He grinned cheekily, before eyes eyes landed on you. “I like your hat!” He exclaimed, before heading into a direction which you assumed was the washroom.

On the other hand, you completely forgot that you were wearing your father’s hat and you felt your cheeks flush. Jacob was a complete contrast to the girl in front of you, dressed tidily with not a speck of dirt to be seen. “I’m Evie,” she finally managed to say.

“Y/N.” You looked to your father for permission before you went with Evie for a tour (and a hunt) around her home (for her brother).

Age 15:

Another fist came flying for your face. You dodged in time, leaping around the small space in the alley. You swore these boys were watching you at school all day. They probably weren’t even paying attention.

You caught the arm of another boy, twisted him around and kicked out his knees. “Never talk about my mother again.” You squeezed his arm more for good measure as he let out a whimper. The other boys began scrambling to leave, and you gave them a few seconds before releasing your victim.

After a few hours, you found yourself on your roof, leaning against the chimney, legs sprawled in front of you lazily. You rubbed your bruised knuckles tenderly, replaying your father’s words in your head. “Your mother was the bravest martyr in the entire world. You know that. By God, you’ve inherited that. The bravery, the recklessness…

If you know your mother’s past, why listen to the lies of others?”

“But they said—“

“It doesn’t matter what they said.” He applied an ice cold rag to your cheek as he explained, making you wince. “Sorry. What matters is what you do in return, and this…” He lifted up one of your sore hands. “Is not always the way.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” you shrugged, desperately trying not to give into your teenage instincts and roll your eyes.

Your father kissed your knuckles. “I know, my dear.”

The night was cold from where you were, but you were so engrossed in thought that you didn’t feel the change in temperature at all…

Nor the sound of footsteps leaping towards you. “Y/N? What are you doing up here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Jacob.” You shuffled over so Jacob could take a seat next to you.

“What happened?”

“Some boys were talking about my mum… they were just so…” you couldn’t believe the lump forming in your throat. “They couldn’t get away with it.”

“They managed to get a few good hits in.” Your ears pricked at the tone of his voice; puberty lowered his pitch by a fair amount, and he’s definitely grown capable of sounding completely menacing when his emotions leak through. You felt his fingers touch your chin before he tilted your face towards him, examining the damage.

“You should see the other guys.” He cracked a smile at your joke before he spoke.

“I’ve never seen this before.” He pressed his finger against a mark under your jaw. “Is it a scar?”

You hummed in amusement at the assumption. “I was born with it.”

“I think it’s beautiful.”

Your eyes dropped to meet with Jacob’s when he brushed his thumb against your bruised cheek. At the same time, it sensed, you both realised how close the two of you were, but you made no sign of moving. “May I kiSS—“ he cleared his throat when his voice cracked, making you burst out laughing. “Sorry.” This only made you laugh harder, as he purposely dropped his voice even lower than normal. To put both of you out of your misery, you leaned in quickly, cutting him off.

As you broke apart, your eyes glanced up towards Jacob’s hair, a new flat cap upon it. “I like your hat,” you smiled cheekily.

“That’s very funny, Y/N/N.”

Age 20:

London was calling. Desperately.

You were sitting on the roof of a steam locomotive, swinging your legs over the side as you saw Whitechapel Station come into view. Your replica of your father’s robes (a stunning combination of deep purple and thin streaks of orange around the edges) comforted you as the train rolled nearer.

There was a letter sent to your house a few days prior, threatening you to stay away.

Of course, you never listened to letters.

So you hopped off the train at the station and weaved through various people and down the steps.

No sooner than taking a foot to the path did a green carriage shoot down the road, a few red ones trailing behind. Curiously, you scaled the nearest building and followed the carriages around the borough.

There was a hooded gentleman at the reigns of the green carriage, spurring the horses for all they had. “Follow that man!” And variants of the words were being hollered down past pedestrians.

You stood there, blinking. What a start, you thought, pulling your cowl past your ears and over your eyes. You began heading down the street, catching your bearings and gathering intel about the situation and who is actually guilty of corruption.

By the time it was noon, the morning’s events had dissipated into the past, and you soon forgot about it completely. Every now and then you would spot a few groups of green coats and red coats. The people clad in green would greet you politely, whereas the ones who donned red were consistently harassing the public.

It quickly became clear who was in the wrong.

You had very quickly walked from Whitechapel into Southwark. The roads were a bit bleaker as they grew farther away from the City, but there were still pleasant enough people. The men and women in green—Rooks, you heard people say—were more abundant in this area.

As the sun began to set, you decided to go find a hotel. Your late father knew a friend who owned a hotel by the name of The Great Liberty Manor. It would serve as a good place to rest for the night.

You headed in the general direction of the Main Street when arms grabbed you and pulled you around the corner. Immediately, your instincts kicked in, and you punched your captor in the crotch, pulling away and readying your stance. The man stood tall in a green waistcoat and black leather coat, sporting a blade on his arm and a hood on his head. He threw a punch which you countered with a dodge, grabbing his limb and twisting.

If he didn’t strike you in the sternum, you probably could have escaped. He pinned you face first into the wall of the alley, a hand pinning your arm to your back and a forearm pressing the other beside your head against the wall. He was one of the strongest men you had ever faced.

“I want you to tell me the truth,” he began, unsheathing his blade on his arm to aim at your temple. “You will answer me truthfully.” The voice was deep and menacing, yet the accent was not unfamiliar.

“Those aren’t Y/F/N Y/L/N’s robes, but they look almost exactly the same. What are you playing at?” His grip tightened as he mentioned your father’s name.

“You knew my father?!”

You were released without a second thought.

Spinning around, you stared down the shadow of the stranger. “Who are you?”

His hands came before his face and pushed the fabric over the yolk of his shoulders.

You saw a pale face with hazel eyes, a scar on an eyebrow and stubble scattered over a jaw. Hair curled behind his ears and at the nape of his neck and if you didn’t know any better…

“No… you can’t be.” You assumed he was dead; he left for a mission with Evie and George and never came back. All you heard was that a lab exploded and a train got derailed.

They never came back. What were you supposed to think?

You were frozen to the spot, wondering how after all this time, he was alive. You snapped back to the present when you felt hands slowly tug the fabric off of your head.

No words were said in this exchange. His arms cradled you and held you tightly as your eyes began to well up.

No. You weren’t going to cry. You should be angry.

But you couldn’t be. Not now.

“I thought you were dead!” You pulled away from his chest.

“I thought you were dead!” He lifted your chin, and you watched him check for the area your birthmark resided.

Just to be sure.

You sighed, a smirk playing at your lips. “Where’s Evie?”

His eyes grew dark, and his gaze dropped to the floor as a frown replaced his grin. “She… uh…”

Your hand covered your mouth as tears pricked your eyes again.

“Alright, Love, calm down! She’s only on the train.”

Smack!

“Ow!” Jacob rubbed his arm dramatically. “What was that for?!”

“You’re such an idiot!”

Before he could say anything, you pulled his head down for a kiss. “Not a word. Can we see Evie?”

Jacob huffed a laugh as he revealed a hat from his coat. “Very well.” He walked to the edge of the alleyway, straightening the creases in it when he realised that his shoes were the only set of footsteps heard. Placing the hat upon his head, he waited. “Aren’t you coming?” You took in the sight of his shadow against the setting sun; a pure, menacing shadow which stood tall with pride and cheek.

You smiled widely before moving to catch up. “You look good in that hat.”

“That’s... not what we say.”

[combopoints]

100 Questions NO ONE ever asks!

Thank you for tagging me (I guess) @tickledsims @simalienn @pixeloasis

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? idk closed? I don’t pay attention 

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? nope

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? tucked out

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? no, I’m a good kid 

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?

nope, schedules scare me 

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM?

no, I’m lazy 

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? a bear? you can play dead and trick it 

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? no, i wish i had 

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? i never do, my smile looks like i have a gun put on to my head 

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? idk everything? people in general? 

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? yes, a lot of times, its relaxing 

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? yeah when i was a kid and camping was a thing, now it would be my biggest nightmare cause i hate woods and everything unsterile 

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? thank god, no 

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? not really cause It’ physical activity 

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? yes, a lot 

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? how dare you I’m underage (totally not saying it because I’m lonely and miserable) 

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? its sofa bed so pretty big 

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? Drake ft. Sampha - 4422 or Grouplove - Tongue Tied 

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? sure (i don’t really care who wears what) 

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? yep cartoons > shows for me 

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? idk?? If I don’t like the movie I don’t ever remember watching it tbh

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? why would I tell you

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? water or tea

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? sweet and sour sauce or mcflurry 

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? pizza or sushi 

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? can I name disney cartoons? because these are the only things I rewatch a lot 👌  101 Dalmatian or Lady and the Tramp because they make me happy 

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? my ex gf?? it was like 3 month ago so...

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? nope I was antisocial since elementary school 

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? um no thank you? 

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? idk like 3 years ago? 

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? no 

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? never I don’t drive 

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?

no but thats a big phobia of mine 

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE KIND OF SANDWICH?

preferably without meat 

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? cereal ofc

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? really random 

37. ARE YOU LAZY? obviously 

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? Halloween never was a big thing where I live 

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? a snake... does it say something to you? 

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? english and russian 

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? no I’m poor 

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? lego even tho I never had one

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? nope 

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN?

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45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? nope

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? nahh, I like heights 

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?

well I don’t have a car

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?

sometimes 

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? nope

50. EVER USED A GUN? do I look like a cereal killer to you? (huh... get it?) 

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? never, I’m too shy for that 

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? sometimes but it’s like whatever

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? for me it’s just sad 

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? yesss!! its called vareniki here and its 👌  especially with sour cream 

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? idk not the biggest fan?? i like potato pie lmao 

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? vet, but then I found out that sometimes you need to kill/hurt animals and changed my mind

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? 50/50? I don’t really thought about it...

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? sometimes, my life is really repetitive 

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no, I’m poor

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? yep because I hate the feeling when theres dirt on your feet and I’m too lazy to clean my house daily 

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? nope

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? pajamas obv?? i have a lot of those

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? Demi Lovato... in like 2012? i still love her old music 

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? we don’t have those 

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? sports clothing? no thanks 

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? cheetos

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? peanuts

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? ??what

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? when I was a kid i loooved dancing, i dropped it before elementary school and now I’m regretting it watching dance moms 

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? ??future spouse? who are you kidding 

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? nope but my mom can 

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? i actually did when i was a kid, hard to believe now 

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? i would cry at any reasons so yes 👌

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? nope I’m poor

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? ^

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? nope, I like burning aromatic candles but this shit is expensive 

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? I think so but what is love? (baby don’t hurt me)

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? idk nobody? not the biggest concerts fan 

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? I wanted to go to twenty one pilots but it got cancelled for me the last minute 

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hot 

81. TEA OR COFFEE? tea

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? snickerdoodles? wtf are those? 

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? yeah we used to go on vacation to the beachy place and I loved it as a kid 

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yes but not for long 

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? nope, definitely not

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? band obv

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? never 

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? um no?? thats creepy

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? both are ew

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? neither

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? idk living room? bedroom is also fancy 

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? i guess but who would marry me? 

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? nope I’m 16 and miserable 

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? a cute girl ( •́ .̫ •̀ )

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? I don’t throw fits but i can cry, not because i want attention or smth but just because I’m a crybaby 

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? no 

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? not really, at least not for 10 more years 

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? It’s constantly changing... right now dark purple? like eggplant (baklazhan) color 🍆

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? not really i got all my online friends right here 👌

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT? @obnoxious-sims @dazedpxls @frannybobanny @notquiteaberrysim @madeyesims @snufkinsims