#blue hair and pronounce dirk

[ex-january]

Only if you'd like me to, I could fall in love with you.

[thefirstflint]

We are pleased to announce the arrival of { RODRIK, LORD OF BREAKSTONE HILL } of {HOUSE FLINT} to King’s Landing! The { 38 } year-old { CISGENDERED MALE } is whispered to be {CONCEITED & DISOBEDIENT } but in reality they are { ADAPTABLE & PERCEPTIVE }. They are also said to resemble { ALEXANDER DREYMON }. They are { AGAINST } a new treaty of peace and unity between House Targaryen and House Stark. Things, however, are not always quite what they seem, are they?

written for godsandmonstersrpg by mini (27, she/her/hers, est) pinterest

Demographics

Name: Rodrik Flint (pronounced:  rod-rick) 

Nickname/Alias: As Lord, he bears the clan moniker The Flint, or The First Flint.   

Age: 38

Place of Birth: Breakstone Hill

Sex/Gender: Cisgendered male 

Sexuality: Bisexual   

Physical Appearance

FC: Alexander Dreymon (as he appears in The Last Kingdom)

Eye color: Blue 

Skin color: White

Hair color and Style: Brunette, worn long and usually half-knotted/twisted/otherwise bound. Occasionally shears the sides in the warmer weather. Rarely clean-shaven, wears mustache and goatee. 

Height: 182.88 cm/6’0”

Body type: Mesomorph body type. Athletically built, broad shoulders, triangular shape.

Fitness level: Highly active, trains rigorously. 

Tattoos: N/A

Scars/Birthmarks: No notable birthmarks. Scars litter his body, though most are not particularly noticeable — he has plentiful thin white lines evidencing boyhood scraps. Two notable scars mark his face: a slice along his left cheekbone and a curved scar around his right temple. These scars were earned across the Narrow Sea and are still slightly raised.

Notable features: Facial scars, full lips. 

Disabilities: N/A

Fashion style: Not a particularly ostentatious dresser, but prideful enough to dress in a way that suits him. Most comfortable in leathers and iron. Wears heavy furs when North.

Accessories/Weapons: Limited accessories. He thinks ornamentation is a southern habit, and finds livery chains and the like to be foolish. Rodrik carries a bastard sword he’s called Howler, which has a lapis lazuli inlay pommel. He also carries a steel dirk. 

Cleanliness/Grooming: Relatively regimented in hygiene — fairly vain in the keeping of his appearance; he does not like to go too long without grooming. 

Posture/Gait: Healthy posture, confident. 

Coordination (or lack thereof): Well-coordinated, purposeful and quiet in his movements.  

Psychological Traits

Personality type: ESTP-T, The Entrepreneur

Savvy, energetic, enjoys living on the edge. Talented at improvising and adapting to opportunities, valuing novelty above stability.  

Personality traits: 

Positive: Debonair, adaptable, perceptive, individualistic. 

Negative: Conceited, disobedient, argumentative, faithless.

Temperament: Choleric

Characterized as being decisive, focused, and goal-oriented. Choleric individuals thrive in environments where systematic strategies and problem-solving abilities are required. May struggle with interpersonal relationships. 

Mannerisms: Arms crossed defensively, prone to pacing. 

Educational background: Provided with the typical education afforded to highborn clansmen. Often rejected lessons with the maester for favor of disappearing on horseback or to the training yard — to this day his handwriting is more childlike than might be expected. 

Religious background: Raised to keep the Old Gods. No longer considers himself to be a follower of the Gods — though he does believe in (& has a healthy fear of) Gods and magic, he does not necessarily believe they work towards the betterment of mankind. 

Intelligence: Not an exceptional historian or scholar by any stretch of the imagination. Militarily minded, and overall a good judge of character in others.

Self-esteem: Projects a strong sense of self, and has confidence in himself in specific areas — swordcraft and battle strategy, entertaining lovers — but additionally carries some shame and self-doubt where his ability to lead is concerned. 

Hobbies: Enjoys gambling. 

Skills/talents: Above average swordsman. Not quite good enough to be considered amongst the greats, but he can hold his own admirably.

Favorites: 

Foods and Drinks: Fish and fowl, developed a liking for sweet red wines while in Essos. 

People and Animals: He prefers the company of people he can relate to in some way, and was content amongst other battle-hardened individuals. Enjoys the company of men and women. Has always enjoyed horses. 

Events: Melees and festivals. 

Songs: He prefers bawdy, ribald songs like Bessa the Barmaid, Fifty-Four Tuns, and Her Little Flower. If he’s drank enough wine or ale, he’ll be happy to start the singing.

Morals/Virtues: Justice, courageousness, diligence. 

Phobias/Fears: Fear of mortality. Fears of failure. 

Angered by: Abuses of women, children, or otherwise helpless individuals. There are certain personality types that he becomes easily angered by — largely those he perceives to be unduly arrogant or callous. (He thinks of himself as duly arrogant.)

Habits: Picks under his nails with the tip of his dirk.

Desires: Protection of his family’s interests. Personal independence. 

Flaws: Mischievious and prideful. 

Secrets: TBD

Regrets: The events leading up to his exile due to the shame it brought upon his family. Failing to make something of himself across the Narrow Sea. Being absent at the funerals of his mother and brother. 

Communication

Languages known: Common Tongue, Low Valyrian (greater understanding of the language than capacity to speak it). 

Accent: Northerner  

Style and pacing of speech: Gruff, matter-of-fact at times, low and amused at other times.

Pitch: Low pitched.

Laughter: Loud and boisterous.

Smile: Boyish and amused. 

Use of gestures: N/A

Strengths, Weaknesses, and Abilities

Physical strengths: Healthy. Strong core strength/upper body strength.

Physical weaknesses: Slight favoring of his left side due to a previous injury.

Intellectual strengths: Good organizational and militaristic skills. 

Intellectual weaknesses: Poor at playing the role of politician. Brusque courtly manner. 

Interpersonal strengths: Charismatic, particularly with would-be lovers. Unabashed in his admiration of those he considers to be talented at things he finds interesting. Not ashamed to surround himself with those he considers better than him in certain areas (e.g., does not reject keeping a council, even if he does not always follow their advice). 

Interpersonal weaknesses: Has a difficult time conceding to another person’s perspective if his mind is set on something — bullheaded. Will behave disobediently if he feels he is acting in his (or the group’s) best interest. 

Physical abilities: Above average.

Magical abilities: N/A

Physical illnesses/conditions: N/A

Mental illnesses/conditions: Hypervigilant as a result of his lifestyle. 

Relationships

Parents: The late ruling Lord Torrhen Flint and Lady Arsa Flint

Rodrik was not his father’s favored child, and it showed quite clearly in their often-strained relationship. Rodrik often felt scrutinized and small in his father’s presence, and sought to be able to prove himself to the man — a feat he was never able to achieve for himself. On the contrary, he was undoubtedly his mother’s favorite. Where Torrhen might’ve left Rodrik to fight in single combat against his older and more capable cousin following the revelation of his betrayal, it was Arsa who intervened and begged for Rodrik to instead choose the Wall or exile in Essos (see Significant Background Events for further details). Torrhen ended communication with Rodrik shortly before his exile, though Rodrik continued to communicate with his mother and sister in the intervening years. Arsa’s death nearly drove him to return home to see her buried, but he ultimately remained in Essos.

Siblings: The late ruling Lord Joren Flint (deceased, brother) and an unnammed sister (see wanted connections).

Details: The relationship between brothers was good-natured and competitive in their youth. Joren was 3 years Rodrik’s senior, and the boys spent the bulk of their time together as children. As they grew older, however, Joren became more closely guarded beneath their father’s wing — and when Rodrik became ward to their cousin at Widow’s Watch, the relationship weakened. Joren kept loyalty to Torrhen following Rodrik’s exile, and the brothers lost contact in the intervening years, though Rodrik made several efforts to reach his brother by letter. Though Joren married, he was unable to produce a viable heir, and died of a wasting disease. The relationship between Rodrik and his sister was decidedly warmer, and the two continued to communicate through his years of exile in Essos. It was his sister who ultimately wrote to him to tell him of Joren’s impending death, and asked him to return home. 

Children: Unnamed bastard child (see wanted connections). 

Details: An affair with his cousin’s betrothed (a lady of House Norrey) is not confirmed to have resulted in the birth of a child — and indeed, the child was claimed as a trueborn Flint by the child’s supposed father — but it is whispered that the child is Rodrik’s. He has diligently avoided interactions and wills himself to believe it to be an impossibility.

Nieces & Nephews: TBD

Extended family: TBD

Pets: Black destrier called Gorge (about 10 years old). 

Details: Previously the mount of his brother, Joren. Rodrik has not fully won over the loyalty of the beast, though he is working diligently to do so. 

Partner(s)/Significant other(s): TBD (see wanted connections).

Lover(s): TBD (see wanted connections).

Friends: Maester Olyvar (about 65 years old), TBD (see wanted connections). 

Details: The maester of Breakstone Hill,  something of a parental figure to Rodrik and his main source of guidance in leadership. 

Rivals: Cadet branches of House Flint (see wanted connections).

Enemies: House Norrey, House Flint of Widow’s Watch (see wanted connections).

Significant Background Events

As the second son of Torrhen Flint, the ruling First Flint of the northern mountain clans, Rodrik was expected to carve out his own path in life. At around the age of 12, it was decided he would be sent to be warded with his Flint kin at Widow’s Watch. Tension between branches of House Flint had been heightening — due in no small part to increasing power at Widow’s Watch — and Rodrik was intended to be an offered symbol of peace from the main branch. He was not entirely accepted into the fold of the family — the rivalries amongst branches could not be ignored, despite their best efforts — but his father’s cold shoulder had prepared him for such treatment. Life at Widow’s Watch suited Rodrik fine, who enjoyed independence from his father and the opportunity to develop as a swordsman. 

Around the time he reached his majority, a daughter of House Norrey had come to reside at Widow’s Watch, with the intention of marrying one of his cousins. Rodrik and the girl became infatuated with one another, and a resulting affair was discovered after the marriage to his cousin had already been consummated. To spare her honor as best he could, Rodrik claimed responsibility and asserted that he had seduced the unwitting woman. Though he consented to his cousin’s demand for a single combat battle to resolve the issue, his mother intervened on his behalf, and begged for his life. He was given a choice to maintain the peace: the Wall, or exile in Essos. Rodrik ultimately chose the latter. 

He attempted to fall in line with a sellsword company to make something of himself, and for a short time counted himself amongs the members of the Stormcrows. The company lifestyle was ultimately ill-suited to him, as he proved disobedient in carrying out the orders of his superiors when he found that he disagreed with their methods. In the intervening years, his survival was earned somewhere between independent sellsword work, gambling, and outright thievery when it was called for. 

When his brother’s health worsened in Westeros, Rodrik was recalled to Breakstone Hill by his sister, who suspected Joren would not live much longer. Rodrik ultimately returned too late, and with no other legitimate heir, was in short order (and controversially) given the mantle of The Flint. 

Character Growth

Character comparisons/archetype: Naturally, Rodrik’s characterizations draws on some of my beloved exiled boys of ASOIAF: Jorah Mormont and Jon Connington. Additionally, there is inspiration from Telltale GOT’s Asher Forrester. I see Rodrik as facing some of the internal conflicts/shame we see in Jorah and Jon, who suffer with the marks they’ve left on their family names as a result of their actions. Asher’s depicted life in Essos working as a sellsword without a company of his own is also an inspiration, I’m interested in the hard-knock life of an independent mercenary. And of course, with all three of these boys, I’m inspired by the mix of having a longing for home and yet a feeling that there isn’t really a home to go back to (or not one that they remember). By extension, I see Rodrik very much as a prodigal son character — returning after quite an absence with the intention of making something of himself after failing to do just that for most of his adult life. I also see Rodrik as something of a Lothario type.

Core values: Independence, respect, personal pleasure and achievement. 

Internal conflicts: Overcoming the stains of his past, moving past his own shame, having to put aside some of his personal wants for the needs of his House and the North. 

External conflicts: Maintaining control of Breakstone Hill (including making a respectable marriage), maintaining peace with his Flint kin and the other mountain clans (notably House Norrey). Against the alliance between the Targaryens and Starks; believes any sacrifice to Northern independence is dangerous. 

Goals: Maintaining lordship. 

Wanted connections:

PLATONIC

Family connections - 

Sister: I don’t have any preferences on the birth order of these siblings. I imagine Rodrik is close with his sister, whom he maintained connection with through the intervening years of his exile. His sister is also responsible for him being recalled back to Westeros, which may have consequences of their own, which I think is fun! 

Child: At about 21 years old, this child will have had no interaction with Rodrik — but likely grew up with whispers of bastardry tainting them. While this has been left unconfirmed, I do love the idea of Rodrik having a bastard, if only to add on to his internal shame schtick. He’s avoided any contact with this child, and I think the relationship would be very tense and fun. 

Friend connections - 

Any characters who have spent any time in Essos…I’d love to pepper in some background details & interactions. (: Rodrik is fairly charismatic and can make friends well enough, particularly with people he admires. 

Enemy connections - 

The two cadet branches of House Flint are probably Anti Rodrik, and I think it would be fun to even plot out some grander plans of ousting him as Lord for favor of another Flint. 

Rodrik’s behavior no doubt had ripple effects amongs the mountain clans of the North in general, but in particular, I imagine his relations with House Norrey are poor. 

ROMANTIC

Former lover - A lady of House Norrey, mother of (maybe) his bastard child. Whether or not her husband, Rodrik’s kin, still lives is UTP. I’m very open to discussing what contact, if any, Rodrik may have had with her over the years. 

Lover(s) - Rodrik is very open to lovers, both for temporary flings or something longterm. I can certainly see Rodrik coming back to Westeros with a lover as well, so if someone is interested in introducing an Essosi character, I’m down to discuss it! 

Betrothed - Open!

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Sunlight

(Brotzly fluff, 1016 words) Read on Ao3.

After Wendimoor, after Bergsberg and hospitals and recovery and everything, after finding apartments and moving into the new agency building and finally feeling stable in a tiny way, Dirk starts taking trips. Not big trips. Just short day trips, out of the city, away from the noise and smells and pavement and buildings and cars and people. Todd goes with him usually, for his own reassurance more than Dirk’s, not that Dirk minds the company. Not when it’s Todd.

He goes out, drives a ways out past the suburbs and the limits of the city to the secluded trails and parks and open fields, places where he can feel the sun, where there aren’t any walls that seem to get closer every minute, where there isn’t sounds that bring back memories of things he doesn’t like to think about. It’s just fresh air, a gentle breeze, and the warmth of sunshine on his face. He doesn’t even mind the itchiness of the grass on his ankles or the red welts that appear later on his arm from stray mosquitos.

Todd had asked once, when he had first started to leave, disappearing for hours and coming back with slightly pink skin and windblown hair, why he went out there. Was it a hunch? Was there a case? Dirk simply shook his head. No. No case. No hunch. That’s why I go. I can stand there in the sun and feel nothing but what I’m supposed to. What a normal human person is supposed to. Todd simply nodded, pretending to understand what he definitely couldn’t. What nobody could. And the next trip, as Dirk was getting ready to go, Todd asked to join him, hesitantly, giving Dirk plenty of opportunity to say no, but Dirk smiled softly and nodded. Of course.

Todd could see it then, that first time, just like every following time he joined Dirk on his day trips. It was like he was breathing again. Like for just a short time, the cage was opened and he was allowed to run free. Dirk stretched out of the car door, no sense of urgency or frantic fumbling. He sucked in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the dirt and the leaves. He turned to Todd and smiled, waving for him to follow. Come on, this is my favorite trail, he said. They followed the winding dirt through meadows of dry brown grass and wildflowers, that buzzed with bees, up the rocky side of a hill, through a small forest of thin tall trees that dropped leaves that swayed through the air as they dropped to the ground. Dirk’s steps were confident, knowing the path from the times he’d walked it before, and not from some supernatural instinct. He brushed his hand over branches as he walked past, this is real, paused to gaze out across the view from their place rising up the hill side, this is real, he smiled as he took Todd’s hand, pulling him along, and the look in his eye said, this is real.

“I love this place.” Dirk’s eyes were closed. He was leaned back, sitting atop the picnic table several feet from the edge of the steep cliffside, sunshine cast over him like a warm blanket. Todd couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was different here. Not in a bad way. Or a good way. Just… in a way.

“You seem happy here.” Todd’s words were neutral, no sense of bitterness or sadness or happiness. Just a statement. Dirk sighed, peeking out from the edge of his eyes at Todd, sitting on the bench. He laid back all the way, the prickle of the old wood table itched through his t-shirt, and turned to Todd.

“I don’t know actually.” The sky was so blue out here. Like the color of Todd’s eyes that were piercing through him now. “I don’t know if it’s happy. But it’s… it’s less. Less of what it usually is. Back there.” He paused. “In here.” He tapped his temple. The shape of Todd’s eyebrows shifted, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more pronounced. Dirk smiled, sadder now than before, and brought his hand up to Todd’s forehead, softly rubbing away the worry that was taking life on Todd’s face.

“I’m sorry.” Todd’s eyes closed. The hand brushing over his forehead wandered to his cheek, stroking over the bristle of hairs jutting out of his skin. Birds chirped from the brush behind them.

“Todd.” Dirk leaned over, resting his forehead against Todd’s. He felt a hand come up, resting over his neck, the calloused fingertips rough against the sensitive skin. He heard Todd sigh. “You help. This helps.”

“I just… I wish you didn’t have to… I wish you could have more… like this.”

“This is more. More than I ever thought I could have.” Todd opened his eyes again, pulling away just slightly. He could feel the heat of the sun, it radiated on his scalp, through his hair, warmed his chest. Dirk cupped his chin and smiled, soft and fond. Todd returned his expression with a matching one, his eyebrows shifting again, eyes crinkling at the edges. Dirk savored the feeling of his lips pressing against Todd’s, the slight sharpness of his chapped lips, the salty taste of sweat, the smell of sunscreen. It was like the feeling he got basking in the sun, the freedom he felt walking through the wildflowers. Todd pulled the back of his neck, closer, touching, needing the reassurance of his presence under his hand. Dirk responded, shifting atop the picnic table to wrap his arm around Todd’s shoulder, pressing into the kiss firmly. When they parted, they smiled. They sat quietly, enjoying the peace of the place Dirk had brought them to. And when Dirk had his fill, they pulled themselves away, walking hand in hand back to the car, back to the city, and the walls, and the people, and the constant press of the universe, but hoping desperately that this peace and quiet would be waiting for them again very soon.

[renee-writer]

A New King and a New World Chapter 9 The Wedding

Claire is preparing for a lot of changes. She is getting married and then her parents are leaving. What steadies her fragile nerves is the Fraser's themselves. Not just Jamie, though his love is a safe calm place to rest. She is also already a member of his large loving family.

As the wedding approaches, she sits down with her mama to discuss the wedding night. As a healer and a midwife, she is able to address her daughter's fears. Most women of the time simply endure the marriage bed. Her mama is able to reassure her that it can be a place of mutual pleasure.

The conversation makes her blush but she is thankful for the information both on how to give and receive pleasure. She also gives her a plant, that when brewed in tea will help control the amount of children she has.

‘’It will not stop a child already started but will help control the times between births.’’ Her mama explains. Claire knows there are medicals that stop a growing child but she nor her mama has ever offered them. Their strong Catholic faith will not allow it but, having some breathing room between births seems reasonable to her.

Jamie helps Claire start to move into the croft and the shed. Robbie had built a perfect drying shed for her herbs and such. He had also build a small building she calls her surgery, a place to meet patients. Her gardens are sprouting with vegetables, herbs, and flowers. The croft is becoming home.

With a week remaining until the wedding, her future sisters-in-law, mama, and Ellen help her with the last little details. Her hair is washed in a special soap and her curls somewhat tamed. Her mama starts her on the special plant to avoid a honeymoon baby. With Susanna and now, Jenny pregnant, they all agree it is enough for now.

The wedding will be beautiful and well attended. Laird Fraser had invited the village, as well as, certain members of King James army, to thank them for their protection of the clans. Brian was very content. His family is growing with two grandchildren on the way and a new daughter. His land is producing and they are at peace. It is time to celebrate.

The day of the wedding finally arrives. Claire is at Lallybroch, with her mama, Ellen, Jenny, Susanna, and Leery. Her relationship with Leery has grown since the delivery of her son. They had exchanged letters and became friends. She is aware of her girlish crush on Jamie but, knows she loves Simon. She will be one of her bridesmaids. Jenny will stand for her as matron of honor.

‘’Claire, my daughter, you must be still. Your hair Isna behaving today.’’ Julia says with a laugh.

‘’When is it?’’ she replies. Her voice is full of giddy joy. Everyone laughs with her. She is slipped into the gown that has been keep secret from Jamie. It is off white, almost grey, with silver and blue flowers embroidered in it, along the hym, with roses and thistles intertwined throughout. The bodice shows more of her bust then she is used to.

‘’Jamie will loss his breath when he sees you.’’ Julia comments when her hair is tamed into a tight up do.

‘’My sweet girl is a woman.’’ Ellen says through her tears. Her father walks into the room in a kilt. Their family is mainly English and French but has some Scottish ancestors. It was their pattern on the kilt.

‘’Oh daddy, you are so handsome.’’

‘’My little girl is gone. A woman stands in her place. You are beautiful, mi' cheri'.’’ He carefully hugs her. ‘’Come, let's take you to your husband.’’ He takes her arm.

They walk into the kirk and everyone stands up. Her father guides her down the aisle. Jamie stands by his own da and brothers. He is in full Highlander regalia. He wears the kilt she had given him, a brand new white linen shirt, a plaid over his shoulder, a ceremonial sword. But the thing she notices most is his eyes, glowing with love and awe for her.

‘’Who gives this woman to be married to this man?’’ the priest asks.

‘’Her mama and I do.’’ Her father answers. He places her hand in Jamie’s and she clings to it. It shakes a bit and she feels his do the same. They smile at each other as the ceremony begins. They recite the prayers and vows without losing eye contact with each other. The ring is blessed and placed back on her hand. Then the priest turns away.

She was warned about this part of the ceremony, a bit of a pagan rite, that repeats the vows in an older Scottish way, with a blood vow. Brian steps up and draws his son's dirk. A thin cut is made on her and Jamie's wrist. They are pressed together and secured by a rope.

‘’Repeat after me,’’ Jamie reminds her. She stumbles over the unfamiliar Gaelic words but does a respectable job.

‘’Ye are blood of my blood, bone of my bone, I give you my body , that we two may be one, I give you my spirit until our lives be done.’’

Julia wraps their wrists up in clean clothe. The priest turns back around and pronounces them man and wife.

‘’You may kiss your bride.’’ He meant to just gently kiss her, saving the passion for later at the croft. But, his wife, deepens it. He holds her close and responds to it. They break apart when the cheers and whistles reach them. Jamie sweeps his bride up and hurries her into the sun and into their new world.

[the-hs-etaverse]

A Homestuck Mean Girls AU just sprang into my head fully-formed like some sort of reverse Athena.

It’s basically an AU in which the Homestuck characters act out the events of Mean Girls, but set in Alternia and roughly ten times as gay. Starring Rose Lalonde as Cady Heron, Vriska Serket as Regina George, and Terezi Pyrope as Janis Ian.

Some highlights below the cut:

Eridan: “made out wwith a hot dog”?

Eridan: oh my gog, that wwas one time!

Terezi: TH1S 1S T4VROS

Tavros: hI,

Terezi: H3S 4LMOST TOO G4Y TO FUNCT1ON

Feferi: And I don’t t) (ink my ancestor,

Feferi: T) (e inventor of the caste system,

Feferi: WOULD B--E TOO PL---EAS----ED TO ) (-------EAR ABOAT T) (IS!!!!!

Aradia: s0 if y0ure fr0m earth why are y0u white

Feferi: O) ( my GOG, Aradia, you CAN’T just ask people w) (y t) (ey’re W) (IT--E!!!!!

Rose: On October 3rd, she asked me what day it was.

Kanaya: Excuse Me What Day Is It

Rose: It’s October 3rd.

Jane: I just wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school.

Jane: I wish that I could bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles, and we’d all eat it and be happy.

Tavros: sHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE,

Porrim: Do+ yo+u even go+ to+ this scho+o+l?

Jane: No, I just have a lot of feelings.

Dualscar: Do not hawve sex, because you vwill get pregnant and die.

Terezi: VR1SK4 S3RK3T

Terezi: HOW DO 1 3V3N B3G1N TO D3SCR1B3 VR1SK4 S3RK3T

Eridan: vvriska serket is flawwless

Meenah: she got two findi purses and a blue cutlass

Sollux: ii hear her haiir’2 iin2ured for ten thou2and caegar2.

Damara: I HEAR SHE DO CAR INFOMERCIAL IN ALTERNASIA

John: her favorite movie is con air.

Jade: one time she met andrew hussie on a plane and he told her she was pretty!

Nepeta: :33 < one time she purrnched me in the face

Nepeta: X33 < it was pawesome!!!

Cronus: Nice vwig, Terezi. Vwhat’s it made of?

Terezi: YOUR LUSUS’ CH3ST H41R!!

Tavros: oH MY GOG, dANNY dEvITO, i LOVE YOUR WORK,

Aradia: y0u kn0w wh0s l00king fine t0night? 

Aradia: s0llux capt0r

Vriska: Okay, you did NOT just say that.

Aradia: what? hes a g00d kisser

Vriska: He's your cousin!

Feferi: W--E S) (OULD TOTALLY JUST --EX--ECUT---E T) (--E SUFF---ER-----ER!!!!!

Rufioh: What we need... 1s an att1tude makeover...

Rufioh: 1 don’t care how long 1t takes... 1 w1ll keep you here all n1ght...

Porrim: We can't keep them past 4.

Rufioh: 1 w1ll keep you unt1l 4...

Aradia: hi this is aradia megid0 0u0

Aradia: its 68 degrees 0ut

Aradia and theres a 30 percent chance that its already raining

Mindfang: I’m not like a regular ancestor. I’m a COOL ancestor.

Tavros: hO HO HO, cANDYGRAMS,

Tavros: fOUR FOR YOU, eQUIUS zAHHAK,

Tavros: yOU GO, eQUIUS zAHHAK,

Tavros: aND NONE FOR fEFERI pEIXES, bYE,

Rufioh: Rose Lalowned?

Rose: That’s me. But my name is pronounced “Lalonde”.

Rufioh: My apolog1es... My name 1s Ruf1oh N1tram... and 1 get annoyed when people pronounce 1t “Ruf1o”... almost as mad as they get when they real1se 1t’s spelled “Ruf1oh”...

Dave: aaaaaall

Dave: yooouuu

Dave: sucka mcs aint got nothin on me

Dave: from my grades to my lines you cant touch davey

Dave: im a mathlete

Dave: so nerd is inferred

Dave: but forget what you heard im like james bond the third

Dave: sh sh shaken not stirred

Dave: im dave strider

Terezi: F3F3R1 P31X3S H4S 3V3RYON3S BUS1N3SS

Terezi: SH3 KNOWS 3V3RYTH1NG 4BOUT 3V3RYON3

Tavros: tHAT’S WHY HER HAIR’S SO BIG,

Tavros: iT’S FULL OF SECRETS,

Rose: Well... there’s this girl in my Calculus class...

Aradia: 0u0 wh0 is it

Feferi: It’s a senior?

Rose: Her name’s Kanaya Maryam.

Feferi: NO!

Aradia: n0 n0 n0

Feferi: O) ( no, you CAN’T like Kanaya Maryam! T) (at’s Vriska’s ex-matesprit!

Aradia: they went 0ut f0r a year

Feferi: Yea) (, and t) (en s) (e was D--EVASTAT-ED w) (en s) (e broke up wit) ( ) (er last perigee!

Aradia: i th0ught she dumped her f0r j0hn egbert

Feferi: IRR-EGARDL--ESS, ex-matesprits are just, OFF-LIMITS to friends! T) (at’s, like, t) (e RUL--ES of F-----EMINISM!!!

Rufioh: Coach Dualscar… step away from the underage trolls...

Cronus: Havwe you buttered your muffin?

Rose: Uh...

Cronus: Vwould you like us to assign someone to butter your muffin for you?

Roxy: wehres rose?

Dirk: She went out.

Roxy: sges GROINDDD

Dirk: Are they not allowed out when they’re grounded?

Vriska: Oh my Gog, it's her dream come true, diving into a 8ig pile of girls.

Terezi: OK4Y, Y34H, 1V3 GOT 4N 4POLOGY

Terezi: SO 1 H4V3 TH1S FR13ND WHOS 4 N3W STUD3NT TH1S Y34R

Terezi: 4ND 1 CONV1NC3D H3R TH4T 1T WOULD B3 FUN TO M3SS UP VR1SK4 S3RK3TS L1F3

Terezi: SO 1 H4D H3R PR3T3ND TO B3 FR13NDS W1TH VR1SK4 4ND TH3N SH3 WOULD COM3 OV3R MY H1V3 4ND W3 WOULD JUST L4UGH 4BOUT 4LL TH3 DUMB STUFF VR1SK4 S41D

Terezi: W3 G4V3 H3R TH3S3 C4NDY B4R TH1NGS TH4T WOULD M4K3 H3R G41N W31GHT

Terezi: 4ND W3 TURN3D H3R B3ST FR13NDS 4G41NST H3R

Terezi: 4ND TH3N, OH Y34H, ROS3, YOU KNOW MY FR13ND ROS3

Terezi: SH3 M4D3 OUT W1TH VR1SK4S M4T3SPR1T 4ND CONV1NC3D K4N4Y4 TO BR34K UP W1TH H3R

Terezi: OH GOG, 4ND W3 G4V3 H3R FOOT CR34M 1NST34D OF F4C3 W4SH

Terezi: GOG, 1 4M SO SORRY, VR1SK4

Terezi: R34LLY, 1 DONT KNOW WHY 1 D1D 1T

Terezi: 1 GU3SS 1TS PROB4BLY B3C4US3 1V3 GOT 4 B1G, *L33333333SB14N* CRUSH ON YOU!!

Terezi: SUCK ON TH4T!!

[possiblypeachy]

i was tagged by @deviantramblings so thank you!!!

Last

Drink: a funky lil' fizzy drink called 'Rio'.

Phone Call: my friend last week bc i changed her contact photo and i wanted to laugh about it when it came up on my screen :,)

Text: to the same friend. i sent her a screenshot of angsty ship things and said exactly: "neiryn and,,.. erleas with the hhhhh 'i thought i lost you' hug....,, im cryign"

Song: 'How Could You Leave Us' by NF, i think? song makes me cry :(

Time You Cried: uhhhh at above friend's house bc we were getting real at 3am jdjdjsj

Ever

Dated someone twice: yes. unfortunately /:

Kissed someone and regretted it: no???

Been cheated on: nope.

Lost someone special: not really? my parents and i don't talk to a lot of our family anymore so i have very few special people to lose in the first place lmao

Been depressed: sad, yes. depressed, no.

Gotten drunk and thrown up: hahah nope!

Favorite colors: my absolute favourite is a pale orange/peach (thus my theme) but i also adore sky blue, lilac, and gold.

In the last year you have

Made new friends: i'm unsure?? i think so!!

Fallen out of love: not as far as i'm aware.

Laughed until you cried: of course.

Found out someone was talking about: yep.

Met someone who changed you: i didn't MEET anyone who changed me but i got closer to someone who did.

Found out who your friends are: i hope so.

Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: hah no.

General

How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl: all of them. facebook is for family mostly.

Do you have any pets: a norwegian forest cat called Mojo :)

Do you want to change your name: not particularly. Alicia is kind of poncy but it's nice enough. the only annoying thing is when people pronounce it A-lee-sha over A-lih-cee-ya.

What did you do for your last birthday: had a sleepover with friends?? drama happened on the night of my birthday and it involves people i dislike now so it was a big meh day for me //:

What were you doing at midnight last night: yapping on to @deviantramblings about my story (thank you :,) ), getting sad about said story with the friend i made it with, and on-and-off watching youtube i think?

What is something you can’t wait for: i'm actually pretty excited for my birthday this year (sep. 23rd, kids, mark it on your calendar) bc i get a new phone and enough money to buy a kitten :))

What are you listening to right now: the gentle whirring of my fan but it's a little muffled bc i have my earphones in.

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: indeed. there's one in my form.

Something that gets on your nerves: when people are rude to be relatable?? like "oh well that's the tea 🐸☕️" kinda groups?? don't get me wrong, i use that phrase A LOT too but yknow when people are just nasty so that others laugh idk it pisses me off like there's a certain audience for certain jokes and ripping it outta people shouldn't have an audience whatsoever.

Most visited website: youtube? tumblr? does instagram count as a website?

Hair color: naturally a mousy blonde but i've dyed it ginger.

Long or short hair: short! i want to grow it out again but i have like these little middle parted curtains rn and sometimes they look cute so???

Do you have a crush on someone: eh? the way i work with crushes is confusing for me so i legitimately have no idea lmaoo

What do you like about yourself: the fact that i'm generally just easy to talk to i think :)

Want any piercings: i have two lobe piercings already but i wanna get an industrial bar and a septum piercing.

Blood type: AB +

Nicknames: i don't have any cute nicknames but i have many variants of Ali to roll with (Ali, Allie, Ally, Aly, etc.). this is a psa to give me cute nicknames.

Relationship status: v single :)

Zodiac: virgo/libra. i was born on a cusp, as far as what im told.

Pronouns: she/her.

Favorite tv shows: god umm? Dirk Gently's Hollistic Detective Agency, The Tudors, Paradise PD, shhhsouthparkshhh

Tattoos: none but i'd like some!! o super want flowers/a snake/BOTH on my right thigh.

right or left handed: right for the most part.

Ever had surgery: nope.

Piercings or ear piercings: ear piercings.

Sport: i don't? lmao oops

Vacation: i haven't been on holiday in actual years :(((

More general

Eating: i just had a filthy takeaway burger ;)

Drinking: as i'm writing this line now, i have a new drink: a glass of vimto.

About to watch: youtube? shitty videos on ig? the winds will guide me.

Waiting for: the morning so i can get my art sketchbooks done.

Want: for someone to be all domestic and cute with

Get Married: certainly some day

Career: student /:

Which is better

Hugs or kisses

Lips or eyes

Shorter or taller (my bi ass likes shorter or my height girls and taller guys oops)

Older or younger (quite frankly, i don't really care, as long as it's not too big of an age gap. at my age now, however, i'd prefer and older/my age partner)

Nice arms or stomach

Hookup or relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant

Have you ever

Kiss a stranger: no.

Drunk hard liquor: no??

Lost glasses: never and even so i have my trusty contacts.

Turned someone down: yes jsjsjs

Sex on first date: n o

Broken someone’s heart: probably? im not sure i don't talk to them anymore

Had your heart broken: no.

Been arrested: no.

Cried when someone died: in reality, no.

Fallen for a friend: almost definitely.

Do you believe in

Yourself: on rare occasion, yes.

Miracles: no.

Love at first sight: no; love occurs over time. you can desire someone at first sight but you should fall in love with a personality.

Santa Clause: when i was a wee bab.

Kiss on the first date: if i like them, why not?

Angels: no.

Others

Best friend’s name: georgia georgia georgia. whenever i mention 'a friend', it's probably her.

Eye color: blue/green. i have central heterochromia so i have a ring of yellow/orange around my pupil too.

Favorite movie: Shaun Of The Dead?? i think?? i love that film tbh i would watch it with anyone lmaoo

Favorite actors: ummm??? basically all of the actors in the MCU?? simon pegg?? henry cavill?? alicia vikander?? armie hammer?? sandra bullock?? lots more that i can't think of??

Tagging: @wayablack , @deviantsendbyreallife , @sadmine , @plushdechart + literally anyone else who's interested :)

[glass--winged]

tagged by @captainsheepie

1st rule: tag nine people you want to get to know better,

@g0ddess-0f-destructi0n @little-blue-mouse @artes-junonis @rasta-my-pasta @mrsprinceart @jakobsteinmann @dirk-steinmann @fadingverity @skyc47su

2nd rule: BOLD the true statements

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blond hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are somewhat defined

I have or had braces

I love meeting new people

People tell me I’m funny

Helping other people with their problems is a big priority to me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started to say something ironically now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do 30 push ups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing maths in my head

I can hold my breath underwater first over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in an arm wrestle

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I can throw a punch

I enjoy playing sports

I am/was in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for running at least once a week in summer

I have drawn something in the last month

I enjoy writing

I have done martial arts

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored a winning goal in sports

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been to an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in hospital /er in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the US

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with friends in the past month

I have a smart phone

I have at least 15 cds

I share my room with someone

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have asked some one out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush for over a year

I have been in a relationship for more than a year

I have had feelings for a friend

I have break danced

I know a person called Jamie

I have had a teacher with some last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I am listening to a song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I have known someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the last year

[coloursflyaway]

Dirk Gently + 4 :)

Thank you and also sorry for taking so long! ♥♥♥And also thanks to @chip-whitley for being lovely as always, and betaing this a little ♥

“Yes, there is a very plausible reason for why I’m knocking at your window at 3am on a Thursday”, Todd says before Dirk has even had enough time to comprehend what is happening. But Todd seems to be correct – it is indeed 3am, Todd is indeed balanced precariously on the windowsill, and has indeed knocked before, and if Todd says that there is a plausible reason for him being there, then Dirk believes him.“Hello”, he greets, still a little bit sleepy, still a little bit confused, and opens the window further, so Todd can come inside. Not very gracefully, but Dirk decides against mentioning that detail. “A plausible reason. Yes. Sloths?”

Todd stops mid-motion, mouth hanging open and one of his hands raised, as if to try tame his hair – in Dirk’s opinion, a horrible idea– then asks, very slowly, the single syllable pronounced carefully, “Sloths?”“Well, yes. Can you imagine anything more subtly terrifying than an army of sloths chasing you? You can rest, of course, even go through your day more or less normally, because sloths are terribly, terribly slow, but in the end, there is no escape. You are always being chased.”A second or two pass with Todd not saying a word, hand still raised, and just looking at him, before his face does that thing it does when he has to admit something he really, really doesn’t like, some emotion just between despair and resignation. Dirk hasn’t found a name for it yet, but maybe he should, because it keeps happening.

“That made sense in an incredibly weird way, and I really wish it didn’t”, Todd finally says, pushes his hand through his hair, which, as if to spite him, sticks up in even more peculiar directions afterwards. Dirk silently congratulates it for its valiant effort. “But no, it wasn’t sloths, Dirk.”“Pity.” Dirk answers, still more interested in how soft Todd’s hair looks, especially when it’s a mess like it is right now. “Was it a sofa, inexplicably stuck in the staircase and thus blocking your way, which no one can even hope of moving intact, although that should be a physical impossibility? I hear there are rather good computer programs to help with problems like that.”“What – no, of course it’s not an immovable sofa! Is this really what you think of first when you hear the words plausible reason?”

Dirk takes a moment to consider – he is rather sleepy, so his brain still needs some time to wake up – but then nods his head. “Some of the first things, at least. There is still, of course, the possibility of the planet being blown up to make space for an intergalactic bypass, or other small inconveniences. Or, of course, since Blackwing kept us apart for quite some time, you might have just missed me, and decided that, since your flat is below mine, you might just take the direct route, instead of bothering with mundane things, like doors, or stairs. If that’s the case, then I don’t get why you stuck to knocking, but, in my opinion, it’s a rather nice touch.”A few moments pass in silence, while Todd blushes faintly, the pink dusting his skin looking warm and inviting in the light filtering in from the street. Dirk is almost tempted to touch, only stops himself because he doubts the gesture would be appreciated.

“Wh – that’s not – I mean”, Todd starts to stutter, rather unlike the Todd Dirk has come to know, cheeks turning darker with each passing second, “Okay, that’s not it, like, absolutely not it, because I happen to value the comfort of a good, nice, solid staircase and since I own things again that are more or less un-smashed, I have become rather attached to my door, but you are also… not wrong. About the thing. The missing. Thing. I did miss you… a bit. When you were gone. Which really was a long time, Blackwing and the whole… thing with them. And not a particularly happy one, but then again, it wasn’t for you either. For any of us.”

Todd looks surprisingly helpless for someone so surprisingly capable, as if at least half of those words had just burst from his mouth without him knowing about their existence first, hands flailing somewhere in between his thigh and waist. Dirk isn’t quite sure what to do to help him, so he tries the first thing he can think of – it’s three in the morning after all and he’s not as awake as he would like to be – and puts a hand on Todd’s shoulder.“That’s nice, you know? I missed you too. Farah and Amanda and everyone, but mostly you. And after all, it has been three days and seven hours since we have last seen each other, which, in my opinion, is far too long, and definitely means missing your best friend is appropriate.”

Beneath his palm, muscles shift in Todd’s shoulder, sinews relaxing and tensing, and there is a moment in which Dirk wants to pull him close and just feel that Todd is really there, next to him, alive and not just a figment of his imagination. He doesn’t, though, just because he isn’t certain if Todd really looks up at him with that little hint of awe Dirk believes he is seeing.“You counted?”The question catches Dirk a bit off guard, because it’s one he never considered having to answer; he blinks, blinks another time, then nods.“Yes, of course. I always do.”

A moment passes, Todd’s eyes shining with something and yet nothing Dirk can name, then he asks, “For all of them, or just – just for me?”“For you. Only you.” Counting out the days and hours he hasn’t seen everyone he knows, or just everyone he cares for nowadays, would be far too difficult, would take too much time, but Dirk doesn’t add that, because the atmosphere shifts; it’s dark and Todd is standing close to him, both things that have happened before, and yet seem to hold new meaning now. Maybe it’s because it’s the middle of the night, maybe it’s because Todd is looking at him still, an expression painted across his face in electric light and shadows, which Dirk cannot read, maybe it’s because Dirk meant what he said: he missed Todd, starts missing him the second the other leaves the room, and can’t see that changing anytime in the future. And the confirmation that Todd misses him too, even if maybe not to this extent, is enough to make this moment special.

Todd doesn’t say a word, just nods, and his cheeks are still as pink as before, if not pinker still, and Dirk smiles at him, happy and content and wondering if he should maybe offer Todd a cup of tea; it’s too early for coffee.He’s just about to do so – he does have a chocolate fudge-flavoured Earl Grey somewhere, which he has been dying to try, and what better way to do so than with the most important person in his life? – but then Todd shuffles half a step closer, looks up at him with eyes that are wider, and far more blue than any pair of eyes should have the right to be.“Dirk”, he says, with the voice that always indicates that Todd means it, and wants whatever he is going to say to be taken seriously, so Dirk doesn’t move, just looks back. “In case I got this all wrong – and I might, because honestly, I still only understand maybe 35% of you and I am not sure that is ever going to change – then stop me, okay? But if I haven’t, well…”

He’s about to reply that Todd understands at least 42% of him, but he never gets to do so; Todd comes closer, until Dirk can see the light filtering in through the open window turn his eyelashes translucent, golden. Something about their closeness takes Dirk’s breath away in an unfamiliarly pleasant way, makes his skin tingle without being touched, and his heart beats once, twice, thrice, without anything happening, then Todd leans up and their lips brush softly, tentatively.It’s not Dirk’s first kiss, but it’s the first one that matters, and with one of Todd’s hands lightly resting on his hip, and Dirk’s own heart suddenly overflowing with joy, affection, and something much more complicated and yet much sweeter, Dirk realises that it won’t stay the only one, either.

[martintumbles]

Tagging Game

Tagged by @radishlyloving whose real identity remains a mystery

1. Are you named after someone? I am named after a certain saint who generously parted his coat. He was so amazing, people still won’t stop singing songs about him

2. When was the last time you cried? A while ago when I heard a story about a man alone on Hawaii who learns some terrible news 

3. Do you like your handwriting? No, I want to practice it more.

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? SCHNITZEL (bonus fact: it is also my favorite non-lunch meat)

5. Do you have kids? afaik no

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? No, but I would definitely listen to my Spotify playlist. #impeccabletaste

7. Do you use sarcasm? No? Who is this Zar Chasm?

8. Do you still have your tonsils? Upon inspection, it turns out that yes, they are in fact still there. Thank you for reminding me.

9. Would you bungee jump? NOOOOoooooooo◦◦◦◦◦◦◦◦◦◦

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? Dorset, but you knew that

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope too lacy. (HAHAHA get it?)

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? I know I’m not.

13. What is your favorite ice cream? Yes.

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Style, usually shoes, coats or watches.

15. What is your least favorite physical thing about yourself? My hair. I should get it cut

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? Gray pants and gray socks. They are both the same shade of gray, in case you were wondering. Also, why would I be wearing shoes at home?

17. What are you listening to right now? AtumRa by Ajmw. I do not know how to pronounce that.

18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Gray

19. Favorite smell? Purple

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My dad

21. Favorite sport to watch? American Football

22. Hair color? Blond

23. Eye color? Blue

24. Do you wear contacts? No

25. Favorite food to eat? Xiao long bao at Din Tai Fung, if I had to choose just one. 

26. Scary movies or comedy? Comedy

27. Last movie you watched? The one with the aliens and the linguist and the fog 

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? Grayish blue or blueish gray. It’s dark in here

29. Summer or winter? Winter as long as there is snow.

30. Hugs or kisses? Sure

31. What book are you currently reading? Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency. Finally.

32. Who do you miss right now? Almost everyone

33. What is on your mouse pad? I don’t have a mouse pad. Is that bad?

34. What is the last TV program you watched? The Returned (original French version because I need to see season 2!)

35. What is the best sound? Stepping on frozen leafs 

36. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? Beatles

37. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico. Surprisingly, that is slightly farther than Singapore and much farther than Korea.

38. Do you have a special talent? Can make the entire journey on the commuter train standing up without holding on to anything.

39. Where were you born? Rum. No joke. Tagging @lucahammer even though I know he’s not active here. Anyway, I probably know his answers to all these questions. I asked him 1000 questions on his blog once. Also tagging @foodure just to annoy him

[ex-january]

alpha kid counterpart to my sprite edits lmao beta trolls to come soon