#but I cannot stress enough this is a genuine trait of mine if you leave me with a lighter and something flammable

[rotisseries]

Ur so new to this its making me giggle. also you should share more I need to Know

gloomy I can't stress enough how bad I am at this. once we got past stats and I had to actually come up with real character things it was awful. dragged kicking and screaming through character creation. also I'm realizing as I type this how little I still have in mind for this character bc I never even decided what gender they are. we've been referring to them interchangeably as "my new cringfail losergirl oc" and "my new weird little guy"

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

I was going to actually post this before asks closed (didn’t get the chance), but Teddy Bear Anon, you are one of my favorite people and a magnificent creature. You get my vibe. 

About Bad canonically being Sapnap’s dad I feel like that has so much extra angst potential when we consider the rest of the found family. Like. Sapnap, Tommy, and Fundy all have dads who started with the best of intentions but for one reason or another ended up slowly becoming a danger to them. I imagine Tommy and Fundy one day showing up with a cake and telling Sapnap “We regretfully welcome you to the shit dad club” and Sapnap is torn between being upset still and laughing over the absurdity of the situation.

Bonus points if Tommy made the cake using a recipe book that Niki gave him, the last gift Niki ever gave to Tommy. Tommy was originally a really bad cook/baker but after the egg really started to take over he went full survivalist. Leaning to cook was necessary but learning to bake was something he did as a way to raise everyone’s spirits. He’s never gotten the flavor quite to match with Niki’s perfectly but everyone agrees he’s gotten pretty decent in terms of skills. He and Fundy in particular will sometimes just spend an entire day in silence baking and then quietly eat their creations while reflecting on the friends they’ve made and lost over the course of L'manberg’s lifetime. When the group got back to the past and Niki made cookies for Tommy and Fundy the pair very nearly started crying.

Tommy is in an interesting position as a character since he did commit a lot of minor crimes and acted as a general nuisance but he was also still a child. (A very traumatized one considering I canonize SMP Earth with its unlimited lives but even more wars. Including against God. Tommy fought God just let me have this.) He acknowledges the moments when he went over the line and has tried to apologize. In particular at some point before the egg fully takes over he pulls aside Jack and tells him that he’s sorry for the way he acted when he was still in exile, taking one of Jack’s lives and all. Jack and Niki in particular are an interesting subject to address and a painful one for immune!Tommy to think about when he sees younger Niki because the three never fully tossed out the hatchet but it was obvious in the eyes of someone like Sam that both of them were growing more and more hesitant to hurt Tommy. It was made worse by the fact neither were even marginally immune, and it didn’t take long for the egg to get to them.

He never stopped being chaotic. Tommy at his core is just that kind of person. He did, however, grow up enough to act in a more mature manner. Started to recognize what’s too much. In particular he became a lot less violent and willing to lash out after Sam Nook in essence reparented him. He’s still an absolute wild card of a person, which in the eyes of Sam and Sapnap is a good thing. For this au I think we should actually address Tommy having severe ptsd and during the building of his hotel/the early days of the egg before it becomes a noticeable threat it shows. He’s a lot more subdued. Shows of aggression all carry a kind of desperation and his typical jokes feel flat. Lashing out at people slowly becomes more of a defense mechanism to see if someone’s going to leave or betray him, to test the limits of how nice they’re willing to be. After all, nice people have only ever been nice to Tommy when they wanted something from him. His eyes, especially after L'manberg is blow sky high, are well and truly gray. The first time Tommy genuinely laughs after filling Sapnap’s room with chickens is considered celebration worthy to them. His pranks take on a more hermitcraft-esque feel to them which honestly makes them more funny.

By the time they get to the past Tommy has recovered, but he still carries the kind of maturity that like Teddy Bear mentioned is reminiscent of age swap Tommy. When he gets especially stressed though, Immune!Tommy will slip into moments where he acts as tired and done with the world as age swap Tommy. With that said, most of the time he just acts like a more mature Tommy. Nothing could ever completely erase his unique vibe which Ranboo has gone on record as describing “Willing to fight God deaf, blind, and backwards just to prove a point." 

Immune Fundy and Tommy get on really well once Fundy manages to catch up with the rest of the group. It gets to the point where everyone from the past is kinda shocked since smp Fundy and Tommy do not get along. At all. Literally the first night Fundy’s back someone goes to wake them up and they find Fundy asleep on top of Tommy which is a wild experience since this Tommy is a goliath who often refuses to take off his full Netherite max enchant armor. He really becomes a "looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” kinda mans.

Also, yeah, this is Dream’s retirement arc. He is literally just sitting in the corner watching Tommy dote on his younger self and Tubbo before completely pile driving two of the most powerful people on the server straight into the dirt. At some point Tommy sits down with past Punz. He tells this Punz that their Punz died protecting him and Tubbo and that Tommy never got to properly thank their Punz so he’s going to thank this Punz. Tommy then gives Punz an entire stack of Netherite. If we’re gonna go ahead and agree on Phoenix Tommy then Tommy is fire proof, meaning he probably spent a large amount of time in the nether to avoid the egg crew and get rare supplies. Meaning he also probably did a lot of mining just to distract himself and it resulted in him being loaded. Tommy used to have a fear of tnt and explosives but he seems like the type of mad lad to say “exposure therapy” and make a massive cavern in the underbelly of the nether.

I think it would also be really interesting to dedicate like, a couple of chapters to other people’s perspectives. I kind of want to set the time they arrive in the past partway through the Pogtopia arc since I like mildly unhinged but not completely gone Wilbur. Plus then it also makes more sense for Techno to be there. Just prefer the aesthetic really. I want to have Wilbur see this version of Tommy and come to a sudden “oh” moment. I want to have a moment where Tubbo looks between his Tommy and this new Tommy, seeing himself nowhere to be found, and has enough what the fuck moments to become aggressively protective of his own Tommy. Especially if immune!Tommy ever admits to the past Tubbo why he is the way he is, what he faced under the thumb of the people he trusted. Which, out of everyone on the server, Tubbo would be the first one from the past to actively learn. 

I am fully on board with Tommy knowing how to sew. That should just automatically be canon in literally ever AU. Tommy for all intents and purposes is still Phil’s child for me. Survival runs in the family the same way that chaos does, so he’s got a ton of basic survival skills that he just doesn’t show off because it’s still Tommy. He would have been completely fine in exile if it wasn’t for Dream. Whenever someone ruins their clothes in the Immune group they automatically go to Tommy and at first the past versions are very confused (except for past Tommy and Tubbo obviously) and then Tommy’s just “Sapnap this is beyond ruined it can’t be saved, let me make you something new” and within a couple days he makes Sapnap a completely new outfit. Like maybe Sapnap fell into a lava pool because Blaze Sapnap Supremacy and his clothes are beyond saving and everyone is beyond baffled when Tommy just acts like this is a weekly occurrence. He’s memorized Sapnap’s measurements and style tastes and already had a new outfit in the works for him that Sapnap immediately adores upon it being presented to him. It takes about a week for past Eret to learn that Tommy stress sews new clothing and he cannot think of a better model. Eret has never had such a full closet. Eret has everything from three piece suits to ball gowns now. Eret lives in terror of the days where Tommy disappears god knows where with Fundy and the two reappear with a new wardrobe for the entire god damn server. 

Speaking of disappearing I really like the idea of part phoenix and part tanuki Tommy for a couple reasons. Being a Tanuki he’d have access to enough magic to hide his hybrid traits, which if they’ve been present for long enough would be a necessity to him. Additionally think about Fundy and Tommy building a den under Church Prime that slowly turns into a maze. Think about it. It starts off simple and then they both start digging more and it gets deeper and deeper and more complicate and the two just refer to it as their den and the only ones who are fully aware of the connotations of that word are Sam, Sapnap, and Ranboo who remember the absolute hell that was trying to navigate the original. Just Fundy and Tommy bonding over the fact they are literally the only creatures on this server that have this catacomb memorized and at the end of the catacomb is their saferoom which connects to rail way that the two spent a month straight on. It goes at least 25k blocks from spawn and it’s a final emergency resort in case they can’t stop the egg and the Immunes needs to regroup and essentially try again (if they keep bringing their younger selves with them then hopefully they’ll finally get an army large enough to stop this, but everyone really hopes it doesn’t come to that.)

I’m working on the first chapter of my fic right now actually if I’m gonna be honest and phoenix Tommy is absolutely without question canon to it but I’ve still been going back and forth on if I want him to be part tanuki as well or just blessed/favored by one like Teddy Bear mentioned. I’m also tucking away the whole thing about the magma blood for later use. Phoenix Tommy just makes sense. They used to call him Zombie Kid for a reason back on SMP Earth, he just literally does not die ever unless he decides he does.

~Snapdragon & Firefly

[nightreaderenigma]

Shades of Transition

Jaime slowly ambled along the banks of the Trident, litter crunching beneath his feet, arm interwoven with the tall, proud woman beside him. The surrounding woodlands a palette of autumnal colours, as the world held its breath, once again preparing itself for the transition to winter. In the vast fields beyond the cover of trees, harvesters hastily gathered their crops, giving thanks for a bountiful Summer as the green eked out of the foliage and hillsides.

The lion had seen this process many times, his golden mane now dominated by silver and more than just a handful of crinkles erupted at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. But the contentment he had acquired in the end was worth it – every line formed by stress or frowns, each scar obtained in battle and brawl. Especially the one upon his forehead – his Maiden’s Gift.  

The last time Fall greeted Westeros, it was Jaime who was changing.  A crippled lion who lost his paw and stumbled to find his new identity.  He was no longer too proud to admit, that without Brienne he would still be floundering.  Stripped of all preconceived beliefs of his own worth and purpose.  In her ideals he had found meaning again, in their oaths a reason to fight and ultimately in her presence the fulfilment of true love which he had always desperately craved....

Brienne’s own journey came later than his, echoing his tale of personal struggle and denial.  Jaime had adapted faster, borne on the wings of wisdom acquired through his considerably more senior years.  An awakening to self-acceptance, unlocking the key to surrendering, acknowledging who you are and who you’ve been and rising above it. Allowing yourself to be loved.  

Of course it wasn’t easy – Jaime’s self-loathing had been extensive and yielding was not a trait inherent to warriors.  But by the end he adored her with such completeness that the choice had been simple – continue to berate yourself for the crimes of your past and deprive yourself of this chance at happiness or move past it and embrace the time you have been gifted.

But the core of their unease was fundamentally different and this also contributed to the timeframe required to overcome their demons. Jaime’s hesitance stemmed from a belief he was not deserving. Brienne’s reluctance was based on a deeply veined conclusion that she was unlovable. Behind everything must be a joke, scorn, mockery.  Nothing was genuine or true, it couldn’t be – she was grotesque. Jaime had made it his personal mission to overcome that.

Dozens of shades painted the leaves clinging to life upon the branches or carpeting the path on which they walked.  Each tone a moment in time captured, transient and unique.  He could see their metamorphosis, just as he had watched her own.  

Green – his Maid of Summer.  Contriving a poorly orchestrated lie as her way of getting him to follow her. Never for a moment considering if she had just asked for his help - he would have come.  

Orange – the firepit of the Red Priest, bouncing off the stone walls of the cave as they sat amongst the carnage. Ideology shattered and vows broken with the swinging of a Valyrian blade, severing the neck of the woman she once served.  The agony of failing to save her young squire. “Where do we go from here?”  She had asked desolately. “We keep our promises and find the Stark girls.” “We?” “We’re in this together now Wench.  Just try and stop me.”

Amber – Even the sun shone differently in Essos.  The unexplored world foreign and intriguing to the newly made nomads as they traversed the major cities following the faintest trail of Arya Stark.  The radiant light had caught in Brienne’s flaxen hair, illuminating it in such a way you would be forgiven for considering it a halo.  Without conscious thought he had reached out and toyed with a strand, confiding realisations to her even as she stiffened, steeling herself against the gesture.  “You know – when the beams ignite your eyes and hair like that – you are truly enchanting.” She had flung his hand away roughly.  “Don’t patronise me with false flattery.  It rings hollow and insults us both.”

Brown – the hard cold dirt ground became their bed, when resources ran short on their way to Braavos.  Opportunities to sell their swordskills scarce as Winter settled across the Eastern land.  They had only one fur to share, yet still she maintained a foot of space between their forms. “Brienne….”  He held out his arms.  “….come closer.  I don’t bite.  It’s freezing.” She begrudgingly relented, making the justification well known.  “Only because it is practical Ser.” Her body was like a block of ice as it fit against his own, trembling and tensing when he wrapped himself around her. Over the course of weeks, in her state of sleep they would come to cuddle, Jaime waking with her nose buried into his neck, or her leg draped across his own. He treasured those moments.

  Sepia – the eyes of Arya Stark.  She went by many names now.  The young assassin surprisingly keen to return to Westeros and unleash her path of bloody vengeance. “We will sail back by way of the Eyrie.”  Brienne declared.  “Just to be certain.”

Golden – Reuniting two sisters and the glow of vows fulfilled.  A genuine smile a rarity to cross Brienne’s serious features as she watched them embrace. Like a rainbow, it disappeared nearly as quickly as it manifested.  “Our oaths are now complete.  Obligation no longer ties us.  We may go our separate ways.”  Her voice was flat and matter-of-fact. “May I enquire as to your plans?” “I am heading North.  We have both heard the rumours – the war to end all wars, a threat to all life as we know it.  That seems a noble cause.”  She turned her head to regard him.  “And you?” He bowed slightly.  “Where you go, I go My Lady.” Although she quickly looked away, Jaime chanced to imagine he saw another upwards twitch at the corners of her mouth.  

Red – The road North was long, icy and bitter.  Comforts a concept long forgotten. Slumbering embraces, became waking nuzzles as they rubbed against each other, seeking friction and relief. It was both ecstasy and torture for a man madly in love and a woman who refused to accept his feelings. His desire made him bold enough to seek her lips and his veins ran hot when she reciprocated. “We trust each other don’t we Ser Jaime?”  Her eyes were a deeper blue in the fractured moonlight. “Of course.” “I expect nothing of the future.  It is a grave reality that soon our lives are forfeit.” “Always the optimist, aren’t you?”  He had caressed the line the rope noose burnt into her neck. “I should like to – share this experience.  If it please you.”  She brought her long legs to either side of him, muscular thighs pressing against his hips.  “For warmth and what pleasure they say it can provide.” “You have doubts it is enjoyable?”  He chuckled as he nosed her cheek. “I cannot know – I have no experience nor comparison.” A vermilion flower became the sole bloom in the wintry landscape as Jaime valiantly endeavoured to show her just how rapturous their love could be.

Russet – Blood and mud intermingled, splattering their exhausted forms as they collapsed against Winterfell’s walls.  Gore encrusting their twin blades as they snatched breaths and tried to process that they lived.  Or rather – that they had kept each other alive. Jaime crawled over to her, through the severed limbs and undead bodies, thankfully now immobile, never to rise again.  His hand moving erratically as he checked her for injury, for if he lost his mate now, he would simply fall upon his sword and needn’t see another sunrise.  Brienne's large hand cupped his face as the other stilled his fussing.  Her teeth the only thing clean and gleaming as she gifted him with another of those rare smiles.  “I’m alright.” He should have reassured her the same way, let her know he was fatigued and aside for a few surface gashes, mainly uninjured.  Instead he could only conjure one phrase. “I love you.” Even in the aftermath of all this death and destruction, she glanced away from him, refusing to believe his words.  With her still commanding control of his left hand, he raised his stump instead (his golden prosthetic lost amidst the chaos), turning her by the chin to stare him in the eye.  “Don’t look away Brienne.  I mean it.  It’s real.  I love you.”

Rust – “Now what do we do?”  She scraped tarnish from her armour as they sat in the small hut, somewhere South of the Neck but North of King’s Landing. They had just learned that whilst they defended the realms of men, the War for the Iron Throne had been decided.  Aided by dragons and a young woman trained in the faceless arts.  Their swords could be sheathed – peace reigned. “We get married.”  Jaime suggested.  “It makes sense.  We have been rutting like rabbits and I sincerely wish to call you mine.” A shadow crossed her face accompanied by a scowl he would not expect from a woman receiving a proposal.  “That is painfully unnecessary Jaime.  I am yours of my own choice and volition.  I will not be owned.”  With that she stomped from the shack and slammed the door with such force the windowpanes shook.  

Mahogany - For over a year she had thwarted his endeavours to make her his wife.  Arguing, raging, even challenging him to a duel where he had been dismally defeated. The late spring breeze flowed through the open balcony door at Evenfall.  In a last ditch attempt at persuasion, he had called a meeting with her. Goblets of wine sat beside them as they faced off.  One stump and three hands resting open palmed against the deep wood of the table.  A set of fingertips touching to maintain their connection, the other rubbing a thumb over his scarred wrist. “What if we have children?” “Do you see me as a Mother?  It would be selfish to inflict me upon a child.  I am disagreeable, lack tolerance and it would be a crime to pass on this face.” “Brienne – that is simply untrue.” “All I am is my physique, my skills as a warrior.  You would ask me to destroy my body and become a brood mare?” “You are more than just a fighter Brienne.  Like I was more than just my hand.” “You are more – you are a history of greatness, a lineage of pride, a savior of the smallfolk.  A face that makes even a Septa swoon and deserve more than to be shackled with a beast like me because of some obligatory sense acquired when we were both held prisoner.” “Do not say that!  How many times must I tell you?!  How many experiences must we share?!  I know you are stubborn but Seven Hells Brienne, if you cannot accept that I love you more than life itself I don’t know what more I can do to make you see…. I’m desperate for it wench.  To call you my wife.  Not for ownership, possession or control.  But because I am proud of you, I don’t want to lose you and perhaps just maybe – I need you to accept me.  To feel secure.  To belong.” Realisation dawned in her sapphires and Jaime knew this time she had listened.  

Sienna – “Open your eyes.”  Her voice was deep as she removed her hands from his face.  The summer night dark but for the firelight of sconces bouncing through the open windows.  It gave a homey atmosphere to the earthen bricks and mortar of the small Sept, nestled in the island countryside.  

“What is this?”  Jaime breathed and she muffled the question with a kiss.

“I was hoping that you’d marry me….”  Lengthy fingers were run through his blonde and greying hair.  “You cannot simply remain the Lady of Tarth’s paramour forever.” As she lead him to the open doorway, for the first time in his life, the lion felt complete.

Fawn –  “Jaime….”  His wife’s lips formed words and sighs, struggling to hold a coherent conversation as he delighted in providing distraction.  Their cotton sheets cool upon first entry to their bed but soon scorched with their passions. He felt he was made to be a husband, the last six turns of the moon had proven it.  “…. I have a confession and a request.” “Name it.”  He picked up her speckled hand in his own, kissing her palm.  “You know I’d give you anything and what can you possibly have to confess?  You can’t get away with much, we spend almost every minute together.  For better or for worse.”  He laughed, knowing they still so often grated on each other’s nerves. “I stopped drinking my Moon Tea.”  At this he paused, air held in his lungs.  Deliriously hopeful of what phrase was to follow.  “Will you place a child in me?” With this simple wish Jaime knew that her soul had found contentment.  

“Look at this!”  Brienne exclaimed, breaking from his arm and walking as swiftly as her heavily pregnant stomach would allow. Jaime to this day still marvelled at the unbelievable length of her legs, affording her such massive strides.  “This seems rather familiar, don’t you think?” “Our travelling party is waiting…”  He chuckled and shook his head. Their trek through the Riverlands would end coincidentally at Harrenhal – Arya having been gifted the incredible stronghold for the role she played in the Southron War. The youngest Stark had the castle refurbished and was holding a celebratory feast, completely undeterred by the rumours of curses which had plagued the castle’s former occupants.  She and those walls had a history -  or so she proclaimed - and Brienne shared a similar opinion.  Jaime had his doubts about the length of the journey for his wife in her delicate condition but knew better than to argue when she insisted.  They had joined forces with Gendry Baratheon from Storm’s End to make the voyage - first sailing to Maidenpool and then trading their seafaring vessels for River Galleys.  Upon reaching the beginning of the Red Fork, they were about to commence their leg over land.  

“Wait for me Wench!”  Jaime jogged and found himself at the end of a long stone bridge.  Brienne already halfway across and leaning against the edge. “Recognise it Kingslayer?”  She teased, lowering herself down with an exaggerated groan.  “Oh, I need to rest.” “Get up.”  The exchange was tinged with humour, he knew exactly what she was doing. “But I’ve been marching around like a common footsoldier wearing the same shit boots for over a year.”  She gazed up at him towering over her, blue eyes alight with good-natured teasing as she rested her arms upon the swell of her belly.  “Gods you were painful back then.  Come to think of it you’re not that much better now.” He bent down to kiss her, a far cry from the scraping of steel which resonated around them in this spot upon a long autumn years prior. “I suppose so, my love.”  Jaime acquiesced, awakening those tell-tale crinkles around his eyes.  “Perhaps some things don’t change that much afterall.”

by @nightreaderenigma

[oceansborn-blog]

intros: next gen verse, pt. 1

ALICE LONGBOTTOM: seventh year, hufflepuff, head student, halfblood, cis female, she/ her. fc: milena tscharntke. pinterest. 

Mum Friend™ 

alice is like... very nurturing, honestly. she likes to be there for people and take care of them -- they come first, in her mind, and she comes second. definitely considers most people around her more important than herself -- she doesn’t have a bad self-confidence, really, but putting herself first isn’t something she’d think of?

even from first year she’d be the kid others could come to if they couldn’t sleep and she’d make them some tea and stay up with them 

favourite subjects are care of magical creatures & herbology -- just loves everything about nature and all the creatures in it 

her room at home is full of plants & she joined the herbology club at hogwarts as soon as she could so she could help out in the greenhouses; makes her feel like home and less homesick, though having her siblings and parents at hogwarts now definitely helps 

her tag is ‘steady flame’ which i tend to think pretty suitable for her -- she’s not a bright, roaring wildfire or anyone that sticks out particularly much, but she’s steady in her light and her love and she’s always there to provide some comfort 

always tries her hardest in her classes but if she has to help a friend out that takes precedence -- she cares about her grades but not as much as helping people, so if she needs to skip out on revising more for a test to comfort a friend, she will 

takes her prefect responsibilities quite seriously and now her head student ones, but isn’t a stickler for the rules in the sense that she always tries to understand the reason behind why a student got in trouble and if exceptions should be made 

her biggest passion is dragons and they have been her favourite animal since she was a kid her heart just !!!! soars when she thinks of them 

her dream job is to be a dragonologist but she hasn’t really... committed to it because she’s like... afraid of leaving home? she doesn’t want to be somewhere else if people need her? in a way ig she considers herself a bit more important than she is -- people will be fine if she moves elsewhere, the world will not fall apart, people will be happy for her -- but simultaneously she’s afraid to leave if like. nothing changes when she’s gone? and she’s not as important and necessary here as she thought? idk she has Conflicted emotions so her solution rn is just to let that dream remain just a dream 

hopefully she’ll get her act together and go for it one day 

but rn she’s considering a herbologist career instead even tho her heart is yelling at her to work with dragons 

AISLINN FINNIGAN-THOMAS: seventh year, hufflepuff, vampire, cis female, she/ her. fc: inbar lavi. pinterest.

bde: big dumbass energy

chaotic horny

kind of spoiled in the sense that she has both her dads wrapped around her little finger and kind of... charms her way into avoiding punishment?

gets away with a lot of shit she shouldn’t and has since she was a kid

maybe that’s why she’s such a disaster now! whom knows

was sorted into hufflepuff not so much because she admires or embodies the traits, necessarily, but because hufflepuff takes the rest and she really couldn’t fit anywhere else

she’s really just here to have a good time and wants to accomplish that in any way possible

she’s really... not interested in anything that doesn’t involve having fun. schoolwork? serious matters? will gladly ignore!

she Loves her friends and family but might not be the best person to always turn to for emotional support? or ever gfhsjd. her strategy for anything painful is ignore, ignore, ignore! and that tends to be her advice to others. she’s for sure nice to turn to if you want to distract yourself and do something fun, but in terms of actually discussing things and trying to process them? really not the right gal

‘mate, am genuinely jus here for a laff x’ in a person

gets into A Lot of stupid and reckless and dangerous situations just because she’s a person who tends to follow any half-rotten idea she gets. could be seen as brave, i suppose, since she’s not really scared of much --- but it’s more because she doesn’t think about it or linger on what consequences could come long enough to actually get scared

really doesn’t have an ambitious bone in her body. she’s never been one to even plan a week ahead but just lives her life a day at a time. teachers might try to get her to settle on a career and plan for it but she’ll just say a goal and by the next meeting drop another random career that she has no intention of trying for. probably drives them up the wall

does just well enough to scrape by in her classes so her parents can’t complain but no more than that

makes a lot of bad decisions, especially if she’s drunk

key example: deciding that knockturn alley seemed like a good place for a hookup and went there late at night, alone, and drunk as hell

did not find a hookup, but a vampire found her

woke up the next day feeling like absolute shite and with a very obvious bite that aislinn in true dumbass fashion thought was the ugliest hickey in the world

really hasn’t.... processed being a vampire? she’s like eh! can be ignored! i’m not emotionally and spiritually a vampire which is all that matters!

insists on still doing stuff she can no longer do, like eat a shit ton of garlic bread and lie out in the sun when she’s fucking nocturnal now

she’s quite sweet but her disaster energy brings a lot of stress to the logical people in her life

ISABELLA POTTER: fifth year, ravenclaw, disaster, halfblood, cis female, she/ her. fc: lana condor. pinterest.

she’s like the really trashy love child of leslie knope and ben wyatt?? mostly their bad sides lmao??? she too would be referred to as a human disaster on national tv

she’s a descendant of the part of the potter family that moved to america ages ago, so until she transferred to hogwarts in her fourth year she didn’t know the other potters?? like obviously she knew of them what with harry saving the wizarding world and all, but they hadn’t met each other before. she’s an only child with no close cousins so like meeting the potters and the huge fam that comes with them was kind of like ………………… wait what for her and she’s still like??? doubt we’re actually related sorry can’t live up to you all

but yeah it was just her & her parents growing up and she was quite close to them when she was younger, but her dad is a politician ( now the president of the magical congress of the us ) and her mother is a healer, and they’re both just really ambitious, hardworking people so they didn’t have a lot of time to dedicate to their home life?? and when isa went off to boarding school they drifted further apart, so at this point they honestly don’t know each other that well?? and tbh they’re not bad parents per say, if you don’t count how focused on their careers they are rather than supporting her, it’s just that they’re both so focused and confident i don’t think they ever consider that isa might,,, not be?? and she really, really isn’t.

her self-worth is so low and confidence is basically nonexistent, and when she’s nervous or struggling a lot with anxiety she tends to ramble a lot, which her parents just interpreted as her being talkative rather than there being an underlying reason for it, and basically there was just… a lot of misunderstanding between them? like isa still loves them, but whenever she was home she just didn’t feel good, and she hates herself for it because they are good people, but she just doesn’t know how to change that??

somehow did not end up nearly as charismatic or smart or anything as her parents tho and is just a mess™ so she mostly introduces herself only with her first name and tries to like not think of the fact that that her dad held such an important position bc she doesn’t want to bring more embarrassment to the family than she already has lmao

she really wants to make her parents proud and everything and tries to behave properly she’s just ??? failing epically. always finds a way to embarrass herself and put her foot in her mouth and once it happens her pride kicks in and she just makes it worse and worse because she can’t just admit that she did something wrong so she just continues to dig her own grave like every second conversation it’s amusing to watch but she’s just a tragic mess

with her father being the president and her mother out there literally saving lives she was like i gotta do something good with mine!!! she doesn't see becoming an author as good enough in comparison, so she's gonna study to become a healer like her mom after she graduates but like,,, it’s so not the right career choice for her, she'll probably would dropp up halfway through training

when anything remotely bad happens she’s like this is THE worst thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life and i cannot show my face ever again so basically,,, the ppl in her life are probably used to her Dramatic self by now. tho i guess now that there is an actual apocalypse going on, everything sort of is the worst thing that’s ever happened in her life?? anyways 

when it comes down to it isa is just a mess™ who just. gets into embarrassing situations Constantly because she never shuts up. she is often awkward and anxious and always puts her foot in her mouth and once that happens her pride kicks in and she just makes it worse and worse because she just can’t admit that she did something wrong so she just continues to dig her own grave like every second conversation. amusing to watch but a terror for herself she’s just a tragic mess who Cannot shut up for two seconds 

her mouth just runs on it’s own and her brain struggles to keep up so she just says weird shit sometimes 

it is honestly a surprise she hasn’t run off to live in the woods and write trashy romance novels yet 

that’s genuinely a thought she has daily djhasg she loves her family so much so she wouldn’t but like. she thinks she should not be allowed to talk with other people because she Will fuck it up and she’s proven that again and again

lowkey terrified of actually falling in love despite how often she gushes about it and just runs away at the thought. quite literally. she will ramble and then run as fast as she can she’s gotta GO

VERA WOOD-KRUM: fifth year, gryffindor, broom racing mess, halfblood, cis female, she/ her. fc: brittany o’grady. 

vera is entirely her fathers’ daughter and that becomes clear to everyone who has heard of them like .5 seconds after meeting her

she is Loud and she Will Not be stopped!! 

so yeah she’s the daughter of viktor and oliver, and at this point they’re even more iconic than they were when they were younger tbh. even their ‘love story’ is pretty famous around the wizarding world, their rivals-to-eventual-friends-to-lovers story touching many, not to mention being one of the first openly gay couples in the quidditch sphere

vera will always argue they’re the most iconic couple at the very least in the quidditch world but also probably in the wizarding world but lbr she is Biased 

she has three siblings, a younger brother named max who is... probably in his second year at this point i wanna say, and two older siblings, katya & alex, who are a bit closer in age to her. oliver and viktor used surrogate mothers and mixed sperm and have their kids, and yeah long story short vera is fiercely loyal to her family and would highkey die for them. 10/10 always ready to fight for them if someone talks shit 

very grateful for her family and her happy upbringing and they mean more to her than anything in the world 

obviously comes from a very quidditch centred family, and tho neither of her parents would force their kids into any career, they did have her join a little league quidditch team as a kid to encourage a healthy lifestyle and bc it’s their favourite sport in the world lbr. vera started out as a chaser but the coach decided to switch her position to seeker because he thought it would be a more suitable position --- which it definitely was, only more so than intended. her time in the little league quidditch team made her realise her intense love for broom racing, and she quickly lost interest in the actual game, racing off the pitch before quickly crashing and being brought back by the coaches fgjgdsfjhs

has been set on becoming a professional broom racer since she was a kid, basically, and is as obsessed with that as oliver is with quidditch --- if not more. like father, like daughter fjhsdgfhjs 

basically all her birthday and christmas wishes since then has been related to it, whether for broom polish or workout clothes or books on the matter, even sometimes wishing from brooms when a new version was released 

always makes sure to keep up with the latest news regarding anything from brooms to quidditch 

anytime one of her fathers went to diagon alley, she would hound them into bringing her so she could hang out in broomstix, overtime annoying the old owner into liking her LMAO, becoming something like the granddaughter he never had 

she worked there over summer and helps out a bit now during christmas break as well 

but yeah vera was sorted into gryffindor like .2 seconds after the sorting hat touched her head HFJSDGFJS she was so far from a headstall it’s ridiculous 

she takes after oliver a lot which i think is one of the first things ( and sometimes only if they don’t get to know her ) people notice about her --- she’s vivacious and loud and dramatic and incredibly competitive and is absolutely ridiculous, most of the time, especially when it comes for the lengths she’ll go to when it comes to broom racing. but she holds viktor’s kindness and loving nature at her core and she has quite a fixed 

definitely wouldn’t be wrong to call her a daredevil, one of the things she loves about broom racing is flying around obstacles and how wrong it can go if she’s not good enough gjhdsgfj 

has been in and out of both the hospital wing and st. mungo’s many, many times for a sixteen-year-old 

her whole family is very supportive of her dreams which she is So grateful for, partly because they just want to see her succeed and be happy but also to reduce the amount of injuries she gets hsdhjfgs viktor especially trains her a lot with his seeker experience in mind, a role which her older siblings took on when she started hogwarts 

that said, the wood-krum siblings are just as likely to encourage each other to get into trouble as to help each other so she ends up in trouble a lot hjsdghfj she Loves it tho all the professors probably think she is a pain in the ass, albeit a charming one

vera always tries to get around hogwarts by broomstick or longboard so like. rip in peace to the rest of hogwarts’ inhabitants bc the amount of detentions she gets doesn’t face her, she is set in her ways 

[black-morticia]

          I got inspired by that “China Dad Hires Hitman on Unemployed Son” post because of a mutual said it was the Shimadas and I decided to write a fic about it. I’m going to double post on here and on AO3. I’m not sure if I’ll just make this into a one-shot and that’s it or make it into a series called Shimada Shenanigans and be one-shots about them growing up. Kinda depends on the feedback I get on this fic or if I just wanna write about them since Blizzard isn’t giving us anything. Who knows~ 

AO3: Father Knows Best

Summary: Genji slacking off wasn’t anything new to anyone, especially not to his father. Whether it was his friends, his date for the week, or just plain laziness it was expected out of the young Shimada. So when he starts obessessing over an online game, everyone was ready to just deal with it. But Sojiro realizes he needs a new method to solve an old problem. Unconventional yes but when have parents ever made sense?

          Growing up, Hanzo and Genji would joke that every time they would annoy their father, a single white hair would grow on his head, within that very moment. And now years later in their late teens, their father’s white streak of hair was like a testimony of the stress Sojiro has endured in his 39 years. Right now, wasn’t any different.

“But dad~” Came yet another whine from Genji in the past two minutes of their already half hour long argument.

           A half hour ago, Genji “casually” brought up the fact that a few kids from his school are travelling to New York City for the summer. Hanzo already heard this speech due to Genji using him as practice before asking their father about Genji going. So when Genji waltz into the dining room, giving Sojiro a peck on his temple as he read the news, Hanzo immediately knew what was about to happen.      

“Looking sharp, father. New suit?” Genji asked, actually caring a tad bit because it was in fact a nice suit Sojiro was wearing.

“I have a meeting with the Eto clan. You know how annoying he is…” Sojiro grumbled, already dreading his day but gave no sign he was suspicious of his youngest child.

           Genji just hummed just before he gave Hanzo a wink. “So uh dad… A couple of buddies of mine are going to New York City for vacation this year.” He started out, trying to eat his breakfast as well as check for his father’s reaction.

“Oh? That sounds nice.” Sojiro answered, not taking his eyes off his papers. “Tell them to bring you back something.”

“Well actually dad. I was thinking about going.” Genji said giving his best smile despite his father not looking at him.

“Going where?” Sojiro replied.

“To New York City.”

“With whom?”

“My friends; Kazuki, Toshi, Yasou, and Goro.”

“What about them?”

“They’re going to New York.”

“And?”

“I want to go with them!” Genji yelled the last part out of frustration. Damnit, was it irritating when Sojiro would do that.

“Ohhh, I see.” Sojiro said finally putting his papers down. “No.”

           Genji blinked, while Hanzo attempted to hide his snort behind his cup. Sojiro looked at the both of them, before downing his tea, which may or may not have had a little shot of vodka in it, and standing up to head to his office.

“Give me one good reason why I can’t go!” The teen demanded, following behind their father, breakfast long forgotten.

“I will give you five. Three for the three C’s you got and two for the two F’s you got in school. And I will add a bonus. You have been slacking off during your training.” Sojiro continued walking to his office. “And until you get your grades up and actually show up for training, the furthest place you’ll be going for vacation is the front gate.”

“Oh come on!”

“Do not ‘Oh come on’ me. I am not one of your little friends, Genji.” Sojiro turned back him, to make it clear how serious he was about this. “If only you knew your homework as much as you know those damn video games, we would not be having this discussion. Which is over as of right.”

           Fast forward 30 minutes and Genji is still debating the trip with their father as Hanzo read a book as he sat on the couch. Whether or not this was even considered a debate is a debate within itself. Most debates have equal footing but Genji was nowhere near on his father’s level. But that didn’t stop Genji from continuing to push. Stubbornness was a family trait.

“God you’re being so unfair, you know that!” Genji stomped his foot like a 5 year old and not the 16 year old that he was. That alone earned him yet another sigh of annoyance from their old man. “Like grades matter when I’m going to be working in the clan anyways. I bet half the staff here didn’t even finish school.”

“Here’s the thing I want you to understand, my Sparrow. I don’t give a damn about the staff or anyone else for that matter besides my children. And to my very firm knowledge, none of them are my children. My children are you two.” Sojiro replied, finally looking up from his file that he was reading. “But that does not mean you can use your bloodline as an excuse to slack off.”

          Lord Shimada’s honeyed eyes were tired, as always, but still calm despite how long and repetitive this discussion has gotten. And beyond his previous show of annoyance, Sojiro maintained his cool composer. How their father was able to maintain his sometimes icy and distant composer was something the boys had yet to understand. They used to laugh at seeing rival clan leaders turn red with a vein bursting in their neck, as Sojiro remained unaffected by whatever insult they would throw at him. But being on the other side of it was a different story.

           Hanzo could just see how increasingly frustrated Genji was with their father. Genji was 100% in the wrong completely. But that does not mean he cannot relate to his little brother’s clear annoyance with how cold, Sojiro could be. That part he could not fault his little brother. But that is as far as his sympathy went for Genji.

“But Kazuki’s dad is letting him leave for the summer!” The green haired teen folded his arms. “And he way worse than me!”

           Hanzo scoffed. “Yeah, and Kazuki’s dad is also a 62 year old man who just married his fifth, 24 year old wife…” Genji shot a glare at his brother. “Isn’t he getting ready to go on trial for embezzlement?” As if they all didn’t know the answer to that question.

“Shut up. That’s not the point.” Genji huffed. “My point is that Kazuki’s dad-”

“Oh is that so?” Sojiro looked at his youngest son. Neither brother liked the haughty tone their father was using. “Well if Kazuki’s father is so great, why don’t you move in with them, huh?” Genji didn’t respond, unsure where Sojiro was going with this. “I am sure, him being so grand and amazing that he will have no problem moving you in, hm?” Sojiro’s smile would honestly be mistaken as genuine. “And since he is so amazing, I am positive he will buy you a new phone and car, as well as anything else, right?” In that instant, his smile dropped as he stuck his hand out. “So be sure to leave your keys and phone here.”

           The green haired teen groaned loudly, stomping his foot before storming out. Hanzo could no longer contain his laughter after the office door was slammed shut as his father pinched the bridge of his nose. “I swear we need a schedule. I cannot keep dropping everything to deal with him when he’s behaving like an infant.”

“Maybe you should let him move in with Kazuki…” Hanzo said after collecting himself. “He will understand how it is to live with someone just like him.”

           If the short glare he got was anything to go by, his father did not like that plan at all. “I just don’t understand the sudden change in him…”

“You think he got back with his ex?” Hanzo suggested.

“Which one?” The elder man scoffed.

“The one you hated.”

“Which one?”

           The elder son couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fair point. But honestly? It’s that online game he’s been playing.” Hanzo wasn’t sure how many times at night he’s caught his little brother staring unblinking at his screen, playing some MMO game.

“Game? What game? Those damn arcade games?” Sojiro asked.

“No. It’s an online game. Blade and Soul or whatever… Something ridiculous.” Hanzo pretended to not know, to hide the fact that he himself has taken up with the game as well. But unlike Genji, Hanzo had some semblance of self-control.

           Sojiro merely hummed as he leaned back in his chair. He knew his youngest son. Once Genji takes interest in something, it is hell to get him to not obsess over it. Whether if it’s a foolish idea, a movie, or even a girl/boy/omnic, Genji throws himself into it full force. What whatever his new special interest was, he hyper focuses on it for Gods’ know how long. And if it’s a game, then it’ll be even more problematic to get him to stop. Genji would strive to be the best. Competiveness was also a family trait.

“I need a drink…” The man grumbled. Hanzo snorted, before standing up, mumbling a low ‘I’ll get it’. Once he finally alone the first time that morning, Sojiro let out a heavy sigh. He found himself debating on actually taking back on what he said and just let Genji on the trip, maybe take Hanzo with him. Maybe then he’ll get some semblance of peace for a few weeks. But he realized once again he was going easy on them. They were spoiled enough as it is. And the Elders where wearing on his already low patience for them. He didn’t need them telling him how to raise his own kids any more than they try to.

           His eldest son came back with a glass of red wine, to which Sojiro gladly took. “Before you go, my Eldest… What was the name of the game, your brother is playing again?” Hanzo pretended to think before answering.

“Blade and Soul… I think?”

           Sojiro nodded before waving Hanzo away. Alone again, Sojiro took a gulp of his wine before going to his computer. A little research on what the hell his second son was playing wouldn’t hurt.

~

“Fuck this fucking game!” A shout from the youngest master’s room was heard through the halls. A crash was heard before Genji came storming out of his room furious. He swore up and down as he stomped to his elder brother’s room before slamming the door behind him. The green hair teen plomped on Hanzo’s bed, not acknowledging his sibling who was laying on his bed.

“Uh… Hello?” Hanzo was both annoyed and confused by his brother’s outburst.

“Did I ever tell you how much video games suck?!” Genji somewhat asked. Hanzo has heard this speech before (19 times to be exact) and did not want to hear it again.

          Hanzo rolled his eyes, realizing his moments of peace are over. It’s moments like this where he relates deeply with his father. Maybe they should make a schedule to deal with Genji… “Save me the theatrics Shakespeare… What happened this time? Game glitched right when you were about to beat a level?”

          Genji shot up to look at his brother with so much fire in his eyes. “I wish! Some asshole kept killing me!” Hanzo remained silent, looking at his sibling with a bored look. He opened his mouth to reply with a smart ass comment. “And before you give me a smartass comment. Yes, I know that’s the part of the game. But this was different.”  A silent ‘Sure it is’ was in the air. “The dickhead was a level 80 and I swear on mom’s grave he was stalking me! I could barely teleport before, he pop up and kill me in one attack. I even went to a different server and boom! He was there and killed me again! It was so annoying!” Genji slammed head first onto the bed, letting out a groan.

“How tragic…” Hanzo sighed. “Now can you get out of my-”

“You want to train?” The bratty teen asked, showing his face. “I want to hit something.”

           The elder brother looked baffled for a second. Since when as Genji ever suggested they train? Hanzo lost count at the many times Genji had to be dragged to the training room by his ear. But if his green haired brother was offering, he would not object. “Uh, sure? Let’s go then.”

~

           Dinner time in the Shimada household did not need to be as grand as it was but it wouldn’t be a Shimada dinner. Most of the guards are were out on a job so the dining hall was rather empty. Sojiro and Hanzo talked between each other, Hanzo mainly asking about his father’s meeting with the Eto clan and when the next meeting with their allies would be; A normal conversation between the father and son.

           Of course, in the Shimada household moments of peace were rare as Genji slammed opened the doors. He slugged his way to his seat, giving a few grunts to the guards who gave him their usual ‘Young Master’ greeting.

“Do you not intend to speak today? Or is this a vow of silence?” Sojiro asked, now turning his attention to his second son.

“I just read through eight chapters of that stupid book our teacher assigned for the summer.” Genji mumbled. “It’s so boring dad. You might like it.”

           With a twitch to his eyebrow, Sojiro choose to ignore that little comment. “What made you decide to read it then?” He went back to his plate of food, glancing at Genji from time to time.

“I can’t play my game anymore. That asshole-“

“No swearing at the table.” Sojiro was quick to correct. Genji rolled his eyes. “And if you’re going to roll your eyes, you can roll them right back to your room, Genji.”

Genji sighed dramatically but didn’t push. “Whatever. Some high level player keeps hounding me. I did everything. I changed servers. I changed my password, thinking I got hacked. I made a new character and somehow he still found me. Hell I even used Hanzo’s laptop and the prick still killed me.”

“You took my laptop?” Hanzo asked, already sounding annoyed.

“Anyways, I hate that game now. And since I can’t go to New York with my friends… I’ll be like Hanzo and- OW!” Genji felt a strong kick his shin. The younger sibling looked his brother with annoyance and to his father for assistance but Sojiro was too busy sipping from his glass of wine to care.

“Hm… How odd…” Sojiro said lowly into his cup.

           It was only for a split second, but Hanzo was sure of what he saw; a smirk. A rather cocky triumphant smirk from his father. He didn’t think anything of it until he started to remember the past few days. How so sudden Genji’s problem with his game started, how very strategic it was, how much of a coincidence the whole thing sounded.

Very odd indeed.

~

           Normally, Hanzo would knock on his father’s office door and wait until he was granted permission but he couldn’t wait. In his defense he did knock, but gave his father no time to even speak before he said anything. Looking over his glasses as he stopped writing, Sojiro was confused by this sudden intrusion from his first born.

“Something you ne-”

“It was you.” Hanzo declared with his arms folded and the most smug grin on his face.

“Me?” Sojiro asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes. You. And you know what I’m talking about, so you should just admit it.”

“I honestly don’t.” Sojiro put his pen down, and looked his son even more uncertainty.  

           Hanzo scoffed. “You and I both know you are too smart and too prideful to play dumb. It’s not a good look for you. So quit pretending.” Hanzo was so sure of himself about this.

           Sojiro let out a heavy sigh, taking off his glasses, leaning back in his chair. “Okay fine. I was the one who cheated during last week’s card game. Happy?”

“Yes- Wait what?” Now it was Hanzo’s turn to be confused.

“Honestly, I know I am the first to talk about honor in victory but when a lot of money is on the line, honor can come second.”

           A paused ensued, before Hanzo spoke. “First off. I want a rematch. Secondly, I am talking about Genji’s stupid game. I know you have something to do with it somehow. I saw that smirk you had last night when Genji told you about it.”

           Sojiro folded his arms, looking at his first son intently before chuckling. “So what if I did? You know your brother. He was not going to listen to reason. So yes, I had to take matters into my own hands. As I always do around here.”

“I knew you were ruthless but wow…” Hanzo shook his head with a smirk. “So how did you do it? Call the game company to target Genji’s character?”

“We are a clan of assassins, my Eldest. I merely hired an outside party. It was not hard to find the top players of the game and ask one of them to handle Genji’s character every time he logged in.”

“I can see the headline now… Japan Dad Hires Virtual ‘Hitman’ To Take Out Lazy, Video-Gaming Son. Catchy huh?” That smug grin on Hanzo’s face was starting to bug Sojiro. He could feel it in his wallet.

“Not as catchy as Japan Dad Hires Real Hitman on His Rat of a Son for Snitching on Him.” Sojiro hissed out.

Hanzo shrugged. “Hm… Mines better. However I’m not going to tell Genji…” Sojiro patiently waited for the ‘but’ in that statement. “But I will expect a raise in my allowance by this week.”

Sojiro scoffed, waving his son off. He knew his wallet was going to be affected by this. “Yes, yes, yes. Fine. Now shoo. I have a lot of work to do.” Hanzo gave his father another smile before heading out. He’s positive that a white hair just sprouted in his father’s hair just now. Lord Shimada huffed, shaking his head as he turned in his chair to look out his giant window. He couldn’t help but scoff.

“Gamers…”

[joie-university-rp]

Dear AURELIA SYLVESTER,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

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Congratulations, JAY! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklist and send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias; pronouns: Jay; they/them

Age, Timezone: 23, CST

Activity, short explanation: 6 out of 10. Finally on my last semester of school and it is a doozy.

Ships: Aurelia/Happiness,

Anti-Ships: Aurelia/Forced, Aurelia/no chemistry

Triggers: RFP

Preferred photo for Character’s ID: Here ya go

Anything else: I missed y’all so much I had to come back

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name: Aurelia Rosalie Sylvester

FC: Cierra Ramirez

Age/Year at University: 21/Junior

Birth date: October 21st, 1998

Hometown: Lima, Ohio

Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale; She/her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Major(s): Computer Programming

Minor(s) [optional]: Dance & Music

Housing request: Sylvester Apartments Single

Extracurriculars: Science Club, Cheer Squad, Dance & Drill, and Robotics Club

Greek Life Affiliation: –

CHARACTER PROFILE:

Average was a word that perfectly described Aurelia Sylvester as a child, and with how she carried herself average seemed to be just fine. She preferred to think of herself as just another face in the crowd. She always knew she had to lot to give, but chose to keep to herself more often than not. Growing up, she had to deal with being labelled as “different” because she looked nothing like Sue or her siblings. It also didn’t help that her mother rarely ever called her by her name, but she never let that get in the way of her happiness. The girl stood out just enough to fit in with everyone else, yet after a while, she began to grow tired of going with the flow once her mother began working more.

With Sue focusing more on her work than her home life, Aurelia soon realized she had was the master of her own universe and could get away with practically anything the housekeeper didn’t catch her doing. She didn’t resent her mother for the lack of attention she was getting, because she had gotten more than enough growing up, but it always felt weird not having her involved in almost everything she did. Although she liked being in charge of what she did with her life, focusing more on having fun and causing trouble didn’t bode well for her in the long run. Aurelia had barely scraped by in junior high, and high school was her last chance to turn her academic career around. Not only did she focus more on her school work, but she also made time to join the cheer squad as well as a few other clubs. She also made sure she was more involved in helping around her community, mostly spending her time at the library reading to kids or helping them use the computer.

Realizing she had more to offer than her occasional wild streak and her namesake, Aurelia slowly but surely started to become her own person. While finding herself and taking a computer literacy class, the girl found out that she really enjoyed working on and with computers. Aurelia had always liked technology but once she found out she could make computers do things outside of their basic commands it was like a whole new world open up to her. Finally thinking about her future and what it held; her seriousness about her grades, all the hard work and an unnecessary amount of stress all paid off. Aurelia graduated in the top of her class and got accepted into all of the colleges of her choice. As much as she wanted to get out of Ohio, she knew the chance of distraction was too great so she opted for Joie University instead.

In the beginning, Aurelia thought she would regret not going out of state or abroad for college, but Joie instantly felt like her home away from home. Everything was going great for her as she started this new journey, she even considered her first year there the best year of her life. She was happy with her classes, making friends with just about anyone who would talk to her and even genuinely enjoying her time on the cheer squad. Things were going so well that she managed to talk herself into picking up a minor in dance after joining the dance & drill team. Staying in Ohio seemed like the best choice she’s made so far, and Aurelia hopes it stays that way as she gets closer to graduating.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

What made you want to attend Joie University? “In all honesty, my mom made it seem like the best school in the world. It’s probably one of the few places she genuinely speaks highly of, so I had to see what the hype was all about.”

What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? “Well, let’s see. I’m creative, observant, reliable, and blindly loyal; which some may say is a negative thing but I digress. There are more than a few words that come to mind when negative traits are brought into the picture, but instead of going down the list of everything that is most definitely wrong with me I’ll just tell you that I can be blunt, timid, cynical and idealistic all at the same time.”

Which of your traits do you value most? “I really value the fact that I can be blunt without regret. It might not be anyone else’s most valued trait of mine or even their favorite trait, but being able to say what you feel right on the spot without worrying about sugarcoating it is truly a gift. Do you know how many people wish they could say what they’re thinking more often but can’t? It’s kind of crazy.”

How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? “I’ve always been fond of helping people open up more, maybe I could help them learn to speak their mind without mentally debating if it’s a good idea or not. Or even teach them that just because something you have to say might hurt someone’s feelings, if it’s something important then it’s better to deal with rather than leave it alone. A closed mouth never gets fed, so to reiterate the point, saying what you need to say when you need to say it is sometimes better than saying nothing at all.”

What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? “Would it be cliche to say, friends and lasting memories? Because you can never have too many of either of those and college is typically the prime time to experience both.”

What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? “I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.”- Madonna

[matt10bth]

AFTER 19 & BEFORE 20

I’m exactly writing this post 8:54 pm. I have so much to learned in my life, so much to give and to figure out. Before I became 20 these are the list that I learned and experienced and have the most impact in life at the age of 19.

1. Enjoy every moment of your life, every steps that you take. 2. Always give time to your love one’s. 3. Don’t regret, just move on, regretting makes you make another mistakes to regret. 4.I’m getting old now, so I need to be matured but still enjoy the life that has given to me. 5, Be loyal the people around me but always have the wisdom to take their sides, to judge either if they are right or wrong. 6. There are so many things to learn, do not be afraid to learn them, just keep on struggling for my improvement. 7. Life is difficult as its, but it is always on the perspective of each of everyone on how we can turn negative things to a positive. 8. When you commit mistakes always forgive yourself and give yourself room for improvement. 9. Search for real things or genuine things not by the things that has given to you because of the mask that you have made. 10. Learn to let go of the people that does not really want to be on your side and to the people that is only on your side because they needed something to you. 11. Learn to let go small mistakes people committed because your relationship with them is greater than your pride. 12. People will say you cannot do that but the only one who can really say you cannot do that is “no one”, even yourself cannot tell to yourself that I can’t do it. You only have the permission unless you try it and give your all best to achieve something. 13. Do not dream, take actions to achieve it. 14. Love hurts but it can also inspires people. 15. It is okay to be with small number of people, you cannot be friends with everyone but you can be friendly with them, as long you are with people that makes you happy then you will be happy. 16. Trying things even it is difficult proves that you are fighter, that you are not giving even it is small, it does not matter as long you improved. 17. Just be true to yourself and you will find somebody who will accept for who really you are. 18. Anime, Games, Novels, Movies or anything that has story to inspires other people. It does not matter who you are or what you like, but what matters is how you contribute to this world and if you do not give pain to other people. It is just matter of respect, having freedom of expression or speech but does not inflicting pain to other people. 19. It does not mean that you are alone it equates to in dependency, but it does not mean if you are alone you are weak. It always depends on how you live on the word “alone”. 20. It is s 9:23 pm now, I want to say to myself I’m very proud of you that you still alive despite of what the world is. Tonight I want to give myself a present, a present of being “fearless”.That I should not be afraid of what tomorrow can give to me but rather anticipate it and be glad that I still have another chance to make it right. I still have many regret in my life because I will become 20 years old and I still not graduated and I still not able to make my dreams come true because of me becoming a “sloth”. I want to work harder than before and to prove to myself that I can do it. I do not want to compete to other human being but rather to myself only.

“DEKU: to me - I can do anything, I just need to trust myself. Thank God for another wonderful year and I survived. I am almost on my 1/3 of my life (20/60). I want to live the most of it. I know it still not enough to do everything I want but I’m still glad that I have the opportunity to live and love even though it feels hell sometimes.

Wanting to comeback to my old self just because I feel like I’m changing for someone else is the biggest mistakes that I have done for being 19 years old. Wanting to comeback to my old self it means that even your bad traits will comeback to instead I should say to myself i want to improve myself and be a better person.

I want to manage my time more and priority the things that is needed, i want to be more organize to my things and to attentive to what is happening around me. To be more tolerated but at the same to speak if there something is not right.

I still believe in “equality with justice”, not because of Taylor Swift “I believe in karma, that I will get mine so you will get yours” I just paraphrase it. So everything I do I need to be careful in order not to hurt other people. “Which comes the golden rule, “ don’t do unto others what you don’t want others do unto you”, just copied it from the internet. Before I became 20, I become more engaged on watching anime. feeling like more alone but somehow I find myself standing up again and trying to live and for me it is the most wonderful view I see, seeing myself standing on my own and trying to live despite of the massive regret I have.

I’m sorry but I’m moving on. I’m sorry but I’m not afraid anymore. I’m sorry but I will try my best now. I’m sorry but I’m climbing to my Cloud 9 again. I’m sorry but you will see the better version of me even you stop me. I’m sorry but I will achieve my dreams and I will not give up. I’m sorry but I’m going to be me and not anyone else.

On this my age: I love watching: Boku no Hero Academia, Your lie in April, Koe no Katachi, The Voice, 13 Reasons Why, Fight for My Way and Kyo Kara Maou!  . This day I try to watch “Haikyuu”. Watching different stuff is like putting yourself out of the comfort zone because you will be put in a different kinds of ideology it is up to you whether you accept it or not.

I literally read many Manga and Manhwa this year

Songs I Played The Most: Enchanted, Say You Won’t Let Go, To Be Human, Stay, Starving, How Far I’ll Go, Hard Times, Today My Life Begins, Versace on The Floor, Sparks Fly and Fearless.

It is been along time since I have not post, It feels great that somehow I can still write decently. It is such a stress reliever because every year I have this mental perception that I become sad when my birthday comes that I feel that another year that have been passed and still I still not accomplished anything that is great or achieve my dreams. I’m always putting myself down but now I’m becoming 20 even though I’m becoming older I will uplift myself by doing things I love and somehow achieve my dreams step by step, for now I needed to graduate.

I think this year my greatest achievement are taking Japanese and Mandarin lessons and knowing to myself that I have really big PRIDE, that I needed to take it down again.

It is already 10:04 pm, all I want to say thank you for every people that supports me even though the probability of them reading these is very low. Thank you my God, Thank you for another upcoming adventures of my life.

Now I’m becoming 20, I will, I WILL, I WILL!, let go anything that chains from making me truly happy.

I do not want stop to write but I needed to, so until next time.

I WONT GIVE UP FINDING MY HAPPINESS AND THE BETTER ME.

I finish this post at 10:25 pm.

I just need to calm down, now I’m leaving my teenage years. I will surely miss this but I need to move on and live a happily life. There are so many things I want to do in my teenage yeas but, oh, well, I will do it in my 20′s.

Good luck for me.

Before I like orange because of “Bleach” then Blue because of ‘Percy Jackson” then red because of “RED” and now, green because of “Hero no Academia”.

My “GREEN” which means HOPE, whatever stands or hindrance me, as long as I have HOPE even though I’m drowning I know I can still survive and make it on.

REMINDER TO MYSELF BEFORE I POST THIS: DON’T WORRY JUST HAVE HOPE AND I KNOW YOU CAN MAKE IT. DON’T REGRET JUST LIVE THE REMAINING DAYS OF YOUR LIFE AND MAKE IT MEANINGFUL.