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alwayspondering · 4 years ago

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Promenade and Photographs

V x MC (Nala) | MysMe RBB

Hi! I had the pleasure of collaborating on this amazing project for @mysme-rbb with Mochi! The art that they created for my fic is spectacular! Check out Mochi’s Instagram HERE! ^^

Jihyun took in a breath of crisp fall air, the smell of fresh flowers misted over by rain enveloping him. Sunflowers. Lilac. Violets. This moment seemed too good to be true. Far too good, too pure, too lovely. Too full of light – of hope.

He couldn’t imagine a more picturesque moment. Walking the path to the nearby park with his beloved, he laced his hand seamlessly with Nala’s. Jihyun purposefully slowed his brisk pace to a leisurely stroll. If there was a way to freeze time, this would have been the perfect moment.

A momentary pause in both of their chaotic lives.

Nala was so grateful for the moment alone with Jihyun. Though they had been dating for quite some time, she wanted to spend each and every second she could with him. Being with him made her feel so comforted - so cherished. He was truly a rock she could lean on even in the worst of times and vice versa.

Nala couldn’t help but smile as she recalled the first time she met Jihyun - though then, she knew him as simply “V.” She had worked with Zen in a few theatre productions, met the RFA a few months later, and found herself falling for the tall, kind-hearted, soft-spoken photographer.

It took quite a while for both to come to terms with their feelings for one another: a slow burn, to say the least. But that’s what made the trust they shared in their relationship so unshakable.

“This is so beautiful, Jihyun.” Nala mused, nuzzling in closer to Jihyun’s side as they continued their walk to the park. “I’m surprised we’ve never visited before.”

The path in front of them was sprouting with all sorts of colors - red, blue, green, yellow.

Everything seemed brighter than normal, like a filter resembling a dream world.

A soft blush colored Jihyun’s cheeks as he squeezed Nala’s hand playfully.

“...I was hoping you’d like it. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been on this path. But aren’t the flowers here gorgeous?” His gaze scanned the nearby flowers, grateful they were still as vibrant as he remembered. With the eye damage he had suffered, he was lucky to have Nala to help him through the treatment process. He wondered what would be different if he hadn’t denied help at first - but he knew there was no room for regret.

Nala smiled to herself, returning the playful squeeze to the strong hang laced with her own.

“They really are. I can definitely see the appeal.” She commented with a soft laugh, recalling some of Jihyun’s past photo exhibits.

Most of Jihyun’s photos were of flowers - Lilies, roses, chrysanthemums. She considered herself immensely lucky to be with someone who has such an eye for beauty.

“...By the way, thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. It’s my pleasure, love.” Jihyun’s voice rang in the deep, comforting timbre Nala adored. How had she gotten so lucky? She could hardly still believe that Jihyun was hers.

“It is my job, after all. You’re doing me a favor more than anything,” he continued, adjusting the lens of the camera that dangled in its case across his shoulder.

“I just can’t believe I’m making you take pictures for your job... On our date!” Nala joked light-heartedly, feeling giddy at the prospect of what the date would entail.

When it came to taking pictures, Nala oftentimes felt she was the farthest from photogenic. Everytime Jihyun took pictures of her, though, she felt and looked so powerful, feminine, and so entirely herself. He had a wonderful way of bringing out the best qualities of people in his photos.

“Hm... Would you believe me if I said that you are my absolute favorite person to photograph? How could that possibly be a nuisance to me?” Jihyun mused, stroking Nala’s hand with his thumb.

“I believe you.” Nala stood on her tip-toes to plant a gentle kiss on Jihyun’s cheek. The end of the path was nearing.

“Hey... before you start taking the professional ones, could we get one with just the two of us?” Nala considered, happy to see her words were followed by a smile from Jihyun.

“Of course.” Without a second of hesitation, he took his camera out of the case, holding it out to Nala. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Perfect!” Nala exclaimed, giddy that they would finally have an updated picture together. Especially with such beautiful scenery in the background.

Taking the camera, Nala extended her arm straight in front of her, angling the camera up so that both her and Jihyun fit in the frame. It was more difficult than she imagined - especially considering how tall Jihyun was in comparison. More than anything, Nala appreciated that Jihyun had trusted her with his camera like this.

She felt Jihyun’s hand rest on the small of her back - a gesture he knew Nala adored. Nala wondered if the blush that so obviously was coloring her cheeks would be seen in the photo. “Okay. On the count of three. One, two, three-”

As the word ‘three’ left Nala’s lips, Jihyun pulled Nala in close to his side - surprising her just enough for her smile to blossom as soon as the camera clicked.

• • •

A few minutes of walking later, the couple found themselves at the atmospheric park.

While he was with Rika, there were so many times Jihyun felt he needed to escape. To find a moment alone with his own thoughts. This was the place he often found solitude - true serenity.

He was grateful to finally be bringing the most important person in his life here - someone who brought him so much hope. This was a place he felt so at home.

“...Hm. There are weeds growing near these clovers. Let me just fix that real quick…” Nala bent down and plucked as many weeds as she could find. He loved how Nala so adorably demonstrated her passion for gardening.

Jihyun kept his fingers laced with Nala’s all the way until they approached the brick wall he designated for the headshot session.

The varied shades of red, browns, and burgundy would make for a perfect background. It would bring out the very subtle red highlights in Nala’s hair - the hints of blonde - her adorable freckles.

Jihyun ran through the monologue in his head he ran through with his clients, wondering how much he should keep the same or alter for his girlfriend.

He was delighted Nala was wearing her light pink cardigan; it emphasized her vibrant blue eyes even more than usual. The cut of the shirt emphasized her collarbones too - god, she is beautiful…

His mind began to wander - he began to visualize a little more than intended.

No. It’s time to be professional.

As Nala stood against the brick wall, it was obvious she was a natural when it came to posing. Zen had taught her well.

“All right, Nala. Can you give me a soft smile?” Jihyun instructed. The smile he adored so much appeared on her rose-tinted lips. Was she wearing the new lipstick he had bought her?

Click. Click.

“Great. Can you place your hands in your back pocket and roll your shoulder back slightly?” This also emphasized Nala’s bust ever so slightly. He tried not to let his mind wander any further than that.

Click. Click.

“Now give me some side eye…” At his words, her expression shone with a new color of sensuality. It was perfect for the camera. “...Good. Keep that!”

Click, click. Click, click.

“Wow. You are just breathtaking...” Jihyun took a moment to look through the pictures. Of course, she was stunning in every single one. He was right about the colors in the brick wall complimenting Nala well.

“...Okay. Hear me out. Look down, think of a secret, and look back up at me.”

“...A secret?” Nala raised an eyebrow at this. “I’m not sure I have many of those.”

“Oh, sure you don’t.” Jihyun teased playfully, adjusting the lens once more. A peal of laughter escaped the brunette’s lips.

Click.

Another beautiful, organic moment captured on camera.

“Okay, fine.” Nala pouted teasingly. Her gaze flickered to the grass beneath her feet. She took a moment to ponder.

And then, her gaze snapped up again. It rendered him speechless.

Click. Click.

Mesmerized, Jihyun took a few slow steps toward Nala. “...Tilt your head, just slightly to the right.” His own head tilted, wondering if just a minuscule angle change would define her jawline more.

“Do you mind if I adjust you, just a little?”

“Of course.” Her voice cooed.

Jihyun’s finger ever-so-delicately tilted Nala’s chin to the right and down towards the front angle.

There was little space between them now. The body he had memorized every inch of was just mere centimeters away.

The tension was palpable.

Without another word, Jihyun kissed Nala, both sinking effortlessly into the euphoria of the moment. Pulling away for just a moment, he waited for a sign from her to continue.

Nala pulled Jihyun in closer, pressing her lips against his. Her hand trailed from the nape of his neck into his teal-colored hair.

There was no denying they were all but pressed up against the brick wall now.

The kiss deepened - their breaths quickened - cheeks inflamed.

The reality of the public setting hit the two quickly. Laughs and explicit whispers were shared under hushed, giddy breath.

“...Would you like to finish this session somewhere a little more private, my love?”

#mystic messenger #mysmerbb #jihyun kim #v mystic messenger #v mysme #photography #fanfic #mysme fanfic #v x mc #fluff fic #romantic fluff

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gremlinisonline · 4 years ago

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‘You’ll always be my hero’

hsahj I been hooked on @doodledrawsthings ahit coffeeshop au its so amazing! and based on posts through the au I decided to write this lil oneshot it has angst but a happy ending:) also clover wants to beat up vanessa but the focus is mostly on luka and hattie. oh and for once luka’s curse gives him a break :)

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It had been five years today since Luka was cursed living with his ten year old daughter Harriet Ironically it only made the two closer instead of dividing them god how Luka loved that kids she’d look so much like her dad she’d even mimic gestures her dad did without realizing it his co workers Mj and Clover snickered even though Clover wanted to beat the daylights out of Vanessa If they ever met Mj would end up wheezing ,Luka had the closing shifts for the horizon locking up letting out a sigh.

He’d never forget the look on his daughter's face when he became that shadowy creature or a ‘cat snake’ she’d looked so horrified the kid thought some horrible creature had eaten her beloved father, her hero. If anything Luka was glad she ran the police showed up so suddenly that was probably Vanessa’s doing god he was still pissed she’d try a set up like that she didn’t matter no way in Hell was he going to allow that women hurt them anymore the morning she calmed down she only sobbed into her fathers mane around his neck. He’d adapted to this curse yet he waited too long to try to fix it. The only thing he can do is be there for those he held close to his heart.

Harriet was only Two years old when the curse appeared. Harriet never said anything when the subject of her ‘Mother’ was brought up she’d didn't even call her ‘Mom’ or ‘Mother’ just by her actual name she didn't even consider that woman family. For all she knew Luka was her family there been nights where lil Harriet heard one of her parents screaming matches the harsh words that were said she ended up running and crying under the bed Luka looked so heart broken when he saw her crying like that… Luka shook his head he arrived at his apartment to his surprise Harriet was sitting on the floor waiting Luka worked extra week which only made her worry more the kid even went to check up him during his work hours or brought him lunch when he forgot and even went as far to ask His co workers If they could help from Luka being too stubborn so she did It for Him.

Luka just stared at his daughter waiting for him ’I- Kiddo..why are you on the floor isn’t it a bit late- he was cut off by Harriet’s stare you’re overworking yourself. Again. Someone has to make sure you’re not being stubborn so if you’re not asleep neither will I. the girl puffed out her chest. She was worried about her Father she always hated when he overworked himself more than he already had too. He’s always worrying about her when she wanders off to help her heart was always in the right place but had a habit of biting off more than she could chew.

Luka chuckled before picking up his daughter kissing her forehead alright Hattie I’ll cave in but you don't have to check up on me all the time I can handle myself’ he was met with a glare a silent one at that’ If I had the choice who was less stubborn it’ll be a door that you pull but you push instead ’Harriet remarked as her father yellow hollow eyes gleamed at the girl. God he was truly blessed to have such an amazing daughter He’d only wish he’d could do more. The man carried her daughter to the couch and ended up tickling her she’d burst in kicks and giggles ’you goofball!’ She shouted in the middle of a fit of laughter. He’d paused giving her time to breathe then it went silent he had this on his mind for a while’Hey..Hattie? If You had a choice would.. God he didn't even want what he was asking but he felt guilt for everything Harriet had been through. ’If you could have a normal life with someone else would yo-

What?! No! The response was so quick she didn't even hesitate to think she wasn't even tempted at the thought Dad.. How could you think that..I- You’re the kindest person in the pecking universe you’re not just my dad you're my hero..and I..Tears that threatened to leak did so falling down her just like dam destined to break, Harriet Immediately clinged to his chest wrapping her arms around her father not wanting to release. Luka had trouble finding the right words and returned the hug Hattie..I-’

‘That is what I’m scared of, I don’t want to lose you! After all we been through so much and I want to be there with you like we always had..I want to help you the best I can even if not enough-

‘Hattie.’

‘I know that Is my fault that you have to worry about me..money..The Curse..Mo-Vanessa..

Harriet.

The girl looked up at his father as he cupped her face with his hands holding her face gently’Shh..Harriet Listen to me this was nowhere near your fault.. You had always been enough..kid I-I’m scared of losing you too. I’m sorry for being selfish lately, you’re right we need to stick together no matter what right? softly Wiping away the remaining tears on Harriet’s cheek

Harriet attempted to put on a brave face but ended up digging her face into her fathers chest as she shouted in response ‘Right!’ Luka held her close in response not wanting to let go either.

‘Hey, Dad?’

‘Hm?’

‘You’ll always be my hero. Promise me you'll never forget that’

‘Yeah kid. I promise, My little princess

Arms wrapped around the small girl both quietly drifting asleep knowing whatever happens they’ll be there for each other and no curse could ever change that. when The Sun Came Hattie would be snuggled by her giant snake Dad. leaning on his fluffy mane.

#ahit #ahit coffee shop au #oneshot #someangst #Vanessameantioned #wholesomeending #fanfic

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almorica · 3 years ago

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Merry

all ages, fresh precure, berry/passion, 4,190 words

what are two girls who’ve never dated anyone to do but see what it’s like together? it’s only the natural conclusion.

ao3 / ffnet

“I really like how organized your room is,” Setsuna noted, turning her head from side to side as she slowly walked through it. When her eyes fell on the bookcase, she paused to examine it. “Especially all these books. It’s impressive, keeping them all grouped by color like this.”

“Oh, that’s nothing,” Miki replied dismissively, but the pride in her tone expressed how well she was taking the compliment. She observed Setsuna’s progress from her place seated primly at her vanity table. “Leaving things out of place just isn’t perfect, you know?”

“But you go above and beyond, and I think that’s amazing.” Setsuna gave her a refreshing smile before leaning down to inspect a set of light blue spines. “This is a series, isn’t it? What’s it about?”

Miki shifted her posture to look around her shoulder. “Black Sparrow? It’s about a high school girl who becomes a detective and uses that name for her alias. I’ve collected them since I was in primary school.”

“Really.” Setsuna straightened up and turned toward her. “It must be good, then. Do you think I could find the first one at the library?”

“One of my best friends can borrow it straight from me,” Miki responded with a wink, and Setsuna’s eyes widened. “I’m not reading it right now, and I trust you to take care of it. I’d love to have someone to talk about it with.”

“If you don’t mind, then.” Feeling a rush of joy both from the designation of best friend and Miki’s encouragement, Setsuna carefully pulled the book from the shelf. It was just the right size to fit in her purse. “I’ll be sure to tell you what I think about it.”

As Setsuna moved to take a seat across from her at her desk, Miki smiled cheerfully. “I can’t wait. You know, it’s gotten much easier to talk to you now. I’m glad you could make time for me today.”

“It’s a relief to hear that,” Setsuna replied, rotating the chair to face Miki directly before sitting down. “Thank you for inviting me. I know last time we were alone wasn’t much fun.”

“It’s been a while, and we needed a chance to try it again. Plus, there’s always more to talk about.”

“Did you have something in mind?”

Miki nodded, then gave her a sly look. “Was there any dating in Labyrinth?”

Setsuna tilted her head. “Dating? No. I’d never even heard of it before coming here.”

“Is there anyone you’ve thought about dating since then?”

“I haven’t thought about it at all. Should I?”

“Why not? It could be a lot of fun with the right person. Hey, if you did, do you think you’d like to go out with boys or someone else?”

Setsuna stared down at the pale floorboards, giving it some serious thought. Dating was spending one-on-one time with someone, touching affectionately and being touched in return. At least, that was what she understood of it so far. “I don’t know for sure, but I’ve never exactly wanted to be alone with one of the boys.”

“Right?” Miki looked thrilled with the answer. “Boys are overrated. I’d rather let them think my brother is my boyfriend than have them ask me out. But some still do…” she added with a sigh.

“Hehe, you’re popular with others too, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but some people find me unapproachable. No one has ever confessed to me that I could see myself with.”

“So you’ve never dated anyone?”

“Hard to believe, right? And you’ve never dated anyone either.”

“That’s right.”

Miki leaned toward her expectantly. “Soooo?”

“So?” Setsuna repeated quizzically.

“Why don’t we fix that and try it together?”

“Try it… together?” she asked with a blink, long having lost the thread of logic tying together this line of questioning.

Standing up, Miki strode over to her and held out her hand. “Today, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Setsuna glanced between her friend’s optimistic face, her hand, and back. Delayed realization dawned on her. “Eh?!”

—————

The sun shone brightly on Clover Town Street that morning, casting moving shadows below the rustling leaves of the line of trees at its center. Miki and Setsuna had strolled through it together before, but this was the first time Miki had laced their fingers together between them. She was in such a good mood that she sometimes swung their hands forward and back a little, and Setsuna continued trying to mentally catch up with this turn of events.

“Are you sure holding hands like this is okay, Miki?” she asked self-consciously, furtively glancing around. They weren’t alone in the district, but no one seemed to look at them for long.

“Hm? Why wouldn’t it be? Girls our age still sometimes hold hands like this as friends. No one’s going to think it’s anything else.”

“Oh… I see. But what if they do? You’re a model; they’d probably think you should be with someone more like you.”

Miki squeezed her hand. “I’m not embarrassed about being with you, Setsuna. In fact, I’m happy to show you off.”

A blush colored Setsuna’s cheeks. Awkwardly, she angled her head away. “Don’t tease me too much today, okay?” That side of Miki was cute, but she was becoming more aware of the fact that her inexperienced heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Geez, I’m not always teasing~ Ah, the cinema’s right here.” Lightly tugging on Setsuna’s hand, Miki led her up to an old brick building. Setsuna caught the name of the establishment on the marquee before they passed under it, and there was a detailed listing of films on a rearrangeable sign between two sets of double doors. Miki stopped them there. “Did you give what kind of movie you want to see some thought? New showings will be starting in a few hours.”

Setsuna, looking around at the movie posters instead of the show times, left her gaze on one with an older boy and girl posing with a cat. She knew Miki preferred having some kind of opinion over none, and it gave her a good feeling. “What about “Love Fur Real”?”

Miki laughed, quickly putting her hand over her mouth to quiet more of them. “I thought that pun was awful, but it is funny when you say it so seriously.”

“Um, thanks,” Setsuna replied, not convinced it was something she should be proud of. “Do you want to see it?”

“Of course. I love a good romantic comedy. Let’s come back closer to the time.” Hand in hers, she guided Setsuna back onto the neatly paved path.

“What will we do until then?”

“I have the perfect idea,” Miki announced proudly. “We’ll go clothes shopping.”

“Is there something you need a new outfit for?” Setsuna asked, head tilted.

“No, we’re going shopping for you.”

“Wait, I don’t need anything either—”

“Nonsense. We’re on a date today, and this time, I want to dress up my girlfriend. Is that okay?”

Both Miki’s words and playful expression flustered Setsuna. “I… I guess so…” It wasn’t like she had to buy anything, right? And it would make Miki happy.

It definitely did. “Great. We can start right around here. A store with a style like yours is nearby, and we can branch out into the city afterward.”

Setsuna felt a bit tired suddenly, but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the special attention. Miki could have chosen anyone at all as her dress-up doll, and Setsuna imagined her eye for fashion would have made them instantly more beautiful. She just hoped Miki could find something on her that this expert would find worth her time.

The first shop was one Setsuna had been to with the Momozonos after joining them with barely more than the clothes on her back. It wasn’t as cutting edge as those further into Yotsuba, but it was within her comfort zone. About halfway through, she realized that was why Miki had chosen it in the first place.

“Aah, you look good in pants and skirts! It’s so hard to decide which is better,” Miki observed fondly, her hands clasped together in front of her. A pink-faced Setsuna was amateurishly turning for her in front of the dressing room, comfortable in the dark and delicately-laced skirt Miki had picked otherwise. It was already clear the compliments were going to make this feel like much more of a new experience than it was.

They left that store empty-handed. Miki had agreed with Setsuna that she didn’t need more of the same filling up her closet. On their way to the train, someone finally did acknowledge the two girls holding hands by waving at Miki. Friendly and composed, Miki used her free hand to wave back as they continued on their way.

“So you really aren’t embarrassed about being with me,” Setsuna said afterward, surprised by how relieving it was that Miki hadn’t moved away from her.

“I told you so. You’re not embarrassed about being with me, are you?”

Setsuna shook her head. “I think… I’m proud, honestly,” she admitted, and Miki’s smile radiated self-confidence.

Surrounded by buildings rising much higher into the sky, their next stop was a store with a clean and functional interior. Miki helped line a dressing room with sporty looks and then had her model the strikingly colorful assortment.

“I never thought about wearing these before, but they’re pretty practical,” Setsuna mused, looking down the length of her polo to the end of her cargo capris.

“They are, and they can be in style, too. If you keep up with the trends, you’ll find out when.” Miki looked her up and down as well. “It’s cute, but the mature look really does suit you best so far. Why don’t we move on?”

The next building Miki led her into was flashier, and the smooth black floor was shiny enough to see their reflections in. As Setsuna was more distracted by it than a lot of the clothes, Miki was the one to fill her arms again and send her on her way. Modeling the dark denim, torn band T-shirt and sleeveless black dress was getting easier, despite how radical the change was getting.

Of course, Miki’s support helped that a lot. “You pull off the cool look so well. If we were a little older, you’d look right at home at a live house.”

“You think so?” Setsuna asked, breathlessly pausing her rotation. The flattery was boosting her confidence, but it was also making her lightheaded.

“I do. Actually, I think mixing a touch of this with your usual clothes once in a while would bring out the best in you.”

“Thank you. But…”

“What?” Miki asked patiently.

“...What’s a live house?”

After Setsuna changed back into her own clothes and they held a short discussion, they agreed Setsuna should take the cropped denim jacket with her. One shopping bag left with them.

Miki was set on one more store she already had in mind, but on the way they passed an ice cream stall that her attention lingered on for a little too long. Noticing her friend’s distracted state, Setsuna tilted her head forward. “Do you want to get ice cream first?”

“Eh?” Miki’s eyes snapped back to her. “Well, if we do, we’re probably not going to want anything at the cinema.”

“That’s fine with me,” Setsuna said with a cheery expression, and once Miki mirrored it, they settled on sitting down with a pair of cones. Both of them managed to be surprised at the vivid swirls of color on display, and that made Setsuna feel more like they were on equal footing. They returned to their usual state of not holding hands for as long as it took them to eat, but resuming it afterward felt natural by then.

She’d never realized how adorable Miki looked when she was enjoying something that much.

The last stop was a boutique cute both inside and out, with a pleasantly pink interior and crowded clothing racks. The frilliest dresses Setsuna had ever seen were on display. They didn’t look childlike, but they were a lot to take in.

“You want me to try on one of these?” Setsuna asked, warily regarding the voluminous skirt of one of the mannequins.

“It’ll be refreshing,” Miki answered, winking at her when she glanced over.

Setsuna sighed. She was no match for this fashion style or her friend’s eagerness. “All right.”

She was promptly dressed up in both black and red dresses, a pastel blue skirt, and a matching frilly blouse. Miki was completely enchanted by the last combination, dreamily holding a hand to her face as Setsuna curtsied for her. “You look just like a doll,” she commented. “I’m too tall to manage that now, but your height is just fine.”

“So… it looks good?” Setsuna sheepishly clasped her hands together behind her. She was more than a little skeptical when she looked into a mirror, but the reflection in Miki’s eyes was always kinder.

“Definitely. I don’t think any of these were really you, though, so we should come back another day if you’d like to buy something. I’m sure we’ll find one that’s right.”

“Haha. I’ll think about it,” Setsuna replied, and she turned away her shy smile to slip back into the dressing room.

On their way back to the train, Setsuna was the one to lead them into one final browse at an accessory store. Filled with other students, the hair decorations and jewelry were impressively affordable. Despite the bustle, the atmosphere was cozy, with abundant sunlight illuminating the glass cases and quirky shelves.

“Did you find something interesting, Setsuna?” Miki asked from over her shoulder after they’d split up for a couple minutes. Setsuna nodded, pointing to a set of thin silver bangle bracelets.

“The gemstone flowers in the center are pretty, and they come in so many colors,” she explained.

A few seconds of mulling it over later, Miki plucked the bangle with the red flower and the bangle with the blue flower from the display. “They’re not expensive, so let’s get them.”

Setsuna blinked at her. “Just like that?”

“If you don’t want to, it’s too late to disagree now. We’ll have matching bracelets, just the two of us, so you can’t forget today.” Miki made for the register before Setsuna could get another word in, but she was happy enough to accept through simple silence. Outside, they each slid on their own bangle and took the other’s hand.

They returned to the cinema with a safe amount of time left before the movie. Miki took care of the tickets and their planned seating; Setsuna paid for their drinks. Never having been inside before, Setsuna kept looking curiously at everything around her, and Miki watched her in amusement.

Once she dropped down into one of the plush red chairs in the dim atmosphere of their theater, Setsuna sank right in. “Wow, I didn’t think about how much we’ve been walking until now,” she remarked quietly, careful to not disturb the clusters of other moviegoers seated around them. Time's gone by so fast.”

“It really has. Are you already tired?” Miki was seated in a more elegant way, but Setsuna could tell she was more relaxed than she let on.

“Not really. I could just use some time off my feet in something this comfortable.”

“Don’t fall asleep during the movie,” Miki teased. “We have to talk all about it when it’s over.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Being so aware of the different nature of the day kept her nerves up just high enough to make sure of that. Her only concern now was the budding disappointment that it would eventually have to end, and whether or not that would prevent her from paying enough attention.

They whispered between themselves until the screening began, and then silent, comfortable darkness took hold for a long time. Whenever Setsuna felt her eyes drifting from the screen, she usually found Miki looking back at her. She sufficiently distracted herself with the cute couple’s misunderstandings and the adorable cat that kept them together, at least.

The lights came on again after the credits. Other attendees began to pick up their things and file out. Miki’s good mood was immediately apparent when the two moved to join them. “Keiko was such a sweet girl. It’s too bad her cooking sense wasn’t as good as her fashion sense.”

“It was nice of Haruto to try to teach her, even if the cat kept causing problems with that.” Setsuna laughed. “Little Yuki was so cute. I would have forgiven her even faster than they did.”

“Remember you said that next time Tarte does something you don’t like.”

“Eh—He’s different. He causes trouble even though we can understand each other, but I’ll do my best.” Setsuna shook her head with a smile, trailing along beside her on the low-lit path out. “This was a fun first movie to see. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m grateful for your company too,” Miki returned. Her gaze caught on a clock on the wall as they passed through the first hallway out. “I still have time before I need to go home. Do you?”

Miki really was giving her the entire day. Setsuna was amazed her friend wasn’t bored with her yet. Definitely not there yet herself, she said, “Yes, I do.”

“Is there anywhere you would like to go before then?”

Honestly, she’d been thinking about the answer to that already. It felt silly to say it, but it was both a place she loved visiting and one she thought might be a perfect end to the night.

Bashfully, Setsuna nodded. “Could we go to the restaurant up on the hill?”

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By dusk, they were seated at a table covered with a pale blue cloth. The clinking of silverware around them punctuated the warm murmur of conversations of other customers. Their table was inside under the soft lighting spaced throughout the dining room, but the beautiful sky was visible through the wooden awning over the deck. The place was so welcoming each time Setsuna walked through the door, and yet…

“It’s more expensive than I remembered,” Setsuna said awkwardly. “I didn’t think about it before now, because I was never the one paying for it.”

“Magazines don’t just pay in fun, you know. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t treat you to something nice?”

Miki said it so easily — girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend. Setsuna was too stunned by it each time to say anything in return. She was envious of that boldness, but also felt wistful over the possibility that it could be an act at all. With her eyes averted, she said, “You don’t have to go that far just for this…”

She was being awfully spoiled for a pretend date, and it was getting her hopes up.

“Don’t worry. You can pay me back just by enjoying it.”

Miki’s sincere smile was enough to ease anyone’s worries for a little while, and Setsuna nodded. “Okay.”

They discussed previous times they’d been at the restaurant once that was settled, both revealing it was with their families. “I’ve never been here without my mother before,” Miki admitted, looking around as if seeing the establishment in a new light. “It feels so mature. Coming here was a nice idea.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’ve only come here on the Momozono Monthly Eating Out Day, so it’s the same for me.”

“It’s sweet that your family has something like that. It’s never planned that far ahead for us.”

“I think it’s sweet, too.” She couldn’t take credit for starting it, but she could allow herself to be just a little proud of it.

They ended up on a tangent that led to a conversation on their separate schools, and their food came not long into it. It looked and tasted as delicious as usual, and Miki’s enraptured expression after the first bite of her pasta dish was one more adorable thing to add to the list. Setsuna was sure she made something like it when she tried her own, because she could hear Miki giggle from behind her contentedly closed eyes.

She still had room for cake once she cleaned her plate, but only barely. Miki suggested sharing a slice to avoid either of them being too stuffed to walk home, and Setsuna was quick to accept. The rich chocolate dessert melted in her mouth, and she couldn’t think of many more moments she’d felt happier.

Miki paid as promised. It was fully nighttime when they stepped out, leaving only the row of lamps guiding them along the path down the hill to illuminate their stroll. Setsuna had been the one to take Miki’s hand this time, and Miki readily accepted.

Before long, Miki’s arm snuggled up against hers. “It’s gotten chilly out since this afternoon. I suppose it is that time of year.”

Setsuna took a moment to look over Miki’s outfit and see the problem: she had long sleeves, but only a thin scarf around her neck. Of course she would be cold. “Just a second,” she replied, letting go of Miki’s hand and stepping back. She set the shopping bag and her purse down long enough to take off her navy blue blazer and hand it over.

Curiously, Miki took it in hand and blinked. “Setsuna?”

“Go ahead and wear that. I’m not cold at all,” Setsuna explained.

After staring at her a little longer, Miki laughed and rearranged her things to do as she was told. “You could have just given me the jacket you bought today. Now you should put that one on before you do start to feel the chill.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Setsuna returned the laugh nervously and reached for the shopping bag. The denim jacket went on smoothly. She then picked up her things and resumed the walk, feeling Miki take her hand a second later. Setsuna was still kind of embarrassed, but she managed to look over anyway.

For the first time, Miki had a satisfied blush on her face. “...But thank you. It feels more special this way.”

“N-No problem.” Hastily, Setsuna turned her head away. Looking out over the green hill to the wide expanse of Yotsuba, it occurred to her again that their “date” was almost over. She exhaled with the predicted disappointment, unable to find the words to express it instead.

“I had a great time today,” Miki said. “You must have tried pretty hard to understand me since then.”

“I did. You’re my friend just like the others, so I didn’t want things to be awkward forever. And you’ve gotten more patient with me, haven’t you?”

“Was I that obvious?” It was a time Setsuna could picture her playfully sticking out her tongue. “I wanted to become a nicer person, and I wanted to understand you better. You were an important friend to me.”

“Were?” Setsuna repeated.

“Er, well…” As Miki trailed off, she stopped walking. Setsuna paused with her, bringing her gaze back to the other’s conflicted expression. Their clasped fingers kept them connected. “I said it was just for today, but I realized I don’t want it to end here. If you don’t either, I’d like to be your real girlfriend.”

Setsuna froze for as long as it took to process what Miki said. Undeniably genuine this time, girlfriend struck her heart with a tender ache. She wasn’t sure whether she or Miki had the reddest complexion. “Do you mean that?”

Of course she did, but Setsuna wanted the reassurance.

“I do. Could we say today was a real date after all?”

“Yes,” Setsuna replied, a hopeful smile blooming. She stepped back toward Miki, closing the suddenly unnecessary distance. “If you’ll have me, I’d be happy to.”

Miki, too pretty under the lamp overhead, drew another few centimeters closer. Even if they weren’t the only two this far on the path, it would have been impossible to spare any thoughts for someone else. “Do you know what people on a date do now, Setsuna?”

She did. She knew even before today, but the movie’s touching end was still fresh in her mind. It was difficult to believe she could achieve the same happy ending even as she prepared herself for it. “Mm hm,” she answered softly, eyes half closed.

Releasing Setsuna’s hand, both of Miki’s rose to her shoulders instead. She only had the shortest space left to shut her eyes and lean in before her lips pressed against Setsuna’s in a brief, sweet kiss.

When Miki pulled back, Setsuna’s erratic heartbeat continued hammering away in her chest. Miki looked affected as well, but she quickly, outwardly, recovered. “Now, let’s get home before our parents worry too much,” she said confidently, winking at Setsuna as she took her hand one last time. She restarted their progress down the hill, now at a pace where neither was dragging their feet.

One more treasured memory for Setsuna to keep in her heart, their long day together gradually came to a close.

#fresh precure #setsuna higashi #miki aono #setsumiki #my fics #the title is a rurutia ref. please listen to rurutia.#the word count is so overboard for a lot of cute girls holding hands :')))))

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twistedtranslations · 5 years ago

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Trey Clover - If you started to enjoy it

You can unlock this story by getting Trey’s SSR Dorm Uniform

Translation under the cut

Heartslabyul Dorm - Rose Maze

Ace: Isn't it unproductive to take care of the lawn? Those weeds’ll grow back in no time even if you properly pull ‘em out.

Deuce: Sometimes I really resonate with you, Ace. I feel like we’re stuck doing this forever with no end in sight.

Trey: Come on guys, don't slack and keep at it. A perfect lawn is essential for the "Unbirthday party".

Cater: If the garden looks unseemly, I can't take a pretty picture. After the weeding, the pruning awaits you! Fight on!

Ace: Huh, why do only the first years have to…

Trey: The only thing the first years are in charge of is the rare croquet game. The second and third years have other serious jobs to do. Everyone helps to prepare the party. That is what the law of the Queen of Hearts states. By doing our best to cooperate for the preparation, we can develop a better sense of unity… Don't you think that's surprisingly suitable for us?

Ace: ... I feel like everyone’s only cooperating because they fear the dorm leader will have their heads.

Deuce: Then what are you guys in charge of?

Cater: I'm preparing the venue~ Please look forward to an exciting arrangement!

Trey: I'm making the cake. An "Unbirthday party" is not complete without a cake after all.

Ace: Yay! We're getting your super delicious cakes! What kind of cake are you baking this time?

Trey: What kind of cake?… Hm, it's something I can't explain so easily. The definition of an "Unbirthday party" is a party with no birthday. There's no cake really fitting for that.

Ace: I think that depends on the sense and ideas of the creator… Ah. Doesn't that mean that the cake itself can be any kind? But melon tarts are a no go.

Trey: Huh? Ah, I understand. According to the laws of the Queen of Hearts… "The cake should have a candle" and "Melon tarts are prohibited" are the only rules…

Ace: Okay, then why don't we go for a cherry pie base instead of the usual cake! The sweet sourness is great and the crunchy pie dough makes for a perfect texture! … I like it better than anything else.

Deuce: Ace, don't trouble Clover by saying shoving your requests in. Furthermore… A chiffon cake made with lots of eggs is better than a cherry pie. The humble sweetness makes it digestible for everyone.

Ace: Now you're just making requests for the thing you want to eat!

Deuce: I-I'm not. I'm thinking about the entire dorm…

Heartslabyul Student A: What, are we requesting cakes? I want a chocolate cake!

Heartslabyul Student B: I'd like a cheese cake!

Heartslabyul Student C: A cake doesn't have to be limited to sweetness. Trey, why don't you try something like quiche?

*muttering*

Trey: There, there, guys. I never said I was taking requests from anyone! And in the first place, I'd have to prepare the ingredients. Immediate changes are hard, you know.

Ace: With your skills you'd be able to manage it~

Cater: I understand why you guys are pleading with our genius patissier~ But don’t you think you’re putting him on the spot by pestering him?

Heartslabyul Student A: But no matter how delicious a cake is, eating the same thing repeatedly will make you tired of it.

Ace: Ah, right? Fresh flavors are also important… I’m fed up with it, I want to eat something different every time.

Trey:… I see. Then why don't you guys try making the cakes yourselves? That way, you can eat your favorite cake. Our college endorses the study of cooking with the elective subject "MasterChef".

Deuce: Now that you say it, "MasterChef" is a practical class, right?

Trey: Yes. It's a traditional program from the past to teach students how to cook for themselves after graduation. It's not a mandatory subject, so few students take it, but it's very informative if you want to learn the basics.

Heartslabyul Student A: Hm… then we should try it. You can make it look so easy.

Heartslabyul Student C: It seems much more fun and easy than maintaining this plain law!

Trey: There's always a shortage of helping hands for making sweets, so if you started enjoying cooking because of that, you'd really help me out. Then I shall hand my kitchen utensils over and you guys can be in charge of the cakes.

Deuce:… Ace, you should apologize for that just now. For the whole being tired of his cakes and there not being new flavors…

Ace: You should too. Trey was simply too kind and didn’t get angry.

Deuce: Yeah… Even so? It's true that Trey is an adult, after all. It's rare for there to be helpful and nice people amongst the student body of this college… If I was being told that the job I had to do was "Easy, ", I would get pissed off.

Ace: If you got pissed that easily, you wouldn't be able to take care of our impatient dorm leader.

Cater: You're right. I haven't seen Trey get angry much~… Well, if you do make him angry, he drags it on for a fairly long time.

Chapter 2

Heartslabyul Dorm

Riddle: Unbelievable. Who was slacking for things to end up like this? No one has pruned the lawn, the colors of the roses are inconsistent and the tableware has not been polished! We won't be able to make it for tomorrow's "Unbirthday party"!

Trey: Calm down Riddle. Why don't we try to finish the party with no beheadings?

Riddle: Urgh…

Trey: There's no one who can do everything perfectly from the start. As for the first years, how about I teach them some magic that can help them prune the lawn more efficiently? If we finish everything carefully, one by one, we might make it in time for the party?

Riddle:… You are right. I understand. Thank you Trey.

Trey: Okay. I shall check the roses that still have to be painted… but before that, I'll check up on the kids in the kitchen, just in case.

Heartslabyul Dorm - Kitchen

Heartslabyul Student A: I'm making a chocolate cake but the chocolate won't melt. I'm putting all the chocolate bars in the oven!

Heartslabyul Student B: Weren't we making a cheesecake? I'm pretty fussy about cheese. Let's try making some with magic from milk.

Heartslabyul Student C: Didn't I say it was going to be quiche? By the way, does anyone know how to handle this fish…?

Trey: How lively. I see, do your best.

Cater: Ah, Trey. Dif you feel like watching over the first years who are encouraging each other to make cakes?

Trey: Kind of. Is the construction of the venue you're in charge of finished?

Cater: *sigh*… I'm really doing my best… I've been getting more nervous the more the "Unbirthday party" nears and lately Riddle has been in a super foul mood~ If we make one more mistake he might explode.

Trey: He hasn't exploded yet, so you can just proceed, right? That guy is also doing his best.

Cater: And there you go. You're coddling him! You guys have that kind of relationship because you've been together since childhood, right? I don't have childhood friends so I don't really understand, but don't you tire of it?

Trey: Actually, back in the days, he really didn't carry that angry image with him. He might feel responsible now because he is the dorm leader.

Cater: Huh, really? But the rumors say that he inherited it from his tiger mom?

Trey: Hehehe. They say that, but Riddle's mother wasn't really like that. When it was revealed that Riddle came over to play, she marched into my home, looking ten times more threatening than Riddle, and lectured our family for five hours.

Cater: Scary… you really shouldn't laugh that much, Trey!

Trey: Thinking about it now, I can make fun of it. That someone can get so angry about a child playing. But now that you say it, it was really scary at that time. I totally didn't understand why she was angry…

Trey: I was really worried whether or not I was guilty of doing something terrible. When I asked Che'nya, he merely said "I don't know nya~", so I had no one to talk it over with. And I think she got way more angry at Riddle than I, so I felt really guilty.

Cater: Heh. You were pretty serious since you were small huh… Are you the anxious type?

Trey: I think anyone who met that mother would be. In any case, once you made her angry, she was untouchable. If you think about that, I'm just grateful that sweets seem to cheer Riddle up.

Cater: About that! I totally understand why your tarts cheered Riddle up earlier. Honestly, your cakes deserve the graces of god. How many times have they saved me in this year…

Trey: Flattery doesn't work on me. Besides, this time, it seems I wasn't up to the task and had to relinquish my position.

Cater: Hahaha… Yeah. At least I didn't imagine he was angry.

Trey: Did you say anything?

Cater: Nothing~

Heartslabyul Dorm - Tea Garden

The day of the unbirthday party

Ace: S-Somehow… I captured all the hedgehogs that ran away in time for the party…

Deuce: The flamingos are perfectly on stand by. With this, the perfect party can start.

Trey: Thank you, you two. It seems you had a lot of trouble preparing.

Riddle: At one point I even thought about what would happen to this party… but it seems that despite all the "Unbirthday party" can start.

Cater: Riddle seems satisfied. It seems like no one will get beheaded today~

Riddle: Oho? I do not see the cake anywhere. Where is it?

Heartslabyul Student A: Uhm… It's…

Riddle: The "Unbirthday party" cannot start unless there's cake. Hurry and fetch it!

Heartslabyul Student B: U-Understood.

Ace: Hm? Don't you think those guys who made the cake look a bit pale?

Trey: …

Chapter 3

Riddle: The "Unbirthday party" cannot start unless there's cake. Hurry and fetch it!

Heartslabyul Student B: W-We brought it.

Heartslabyul Student A: We made this with our utmost effort… A special cake made by the first years.

Everyone: ?!

Deuce: Cough, cough, what's that stench! It smells sugary and smoky and of meat and fish… The acid and spice are hurting my eyes!

Cater: The green syrup, the blue cream and the shocking pink decorations… It's more art than a cake. I could upload it to Magicam with the tag #DestructionandCreation.

Ace: Hey, didn't it move? That cake definitely moved just now? Are you sure it's edible?!

Trey: You really did it. You guys made another intense cake. Just how did you make it like this?

Heartslabyul Student A: Ah, it's not my fault. It's his!

Heartslabyul Student B: Y-You're wrong! It's you who… No, wait? Isn't it Ace who said from the start that he wanted to eat something different? Didn’t he start it?

Ace: Maybe I said that, but you guys made it? I have no hands in this!

Heartslabyul Student C: Then it's Deuce's fault who said that chiffon cake would be nice and started a quarrel.

Deuce: D-Don't involve me! You made your own mess and you can clean it up yourselves!

*fussing*

Riddle: …

Cater: Uhm, Riddle? Let's stay amiable, 'kay?

Riddle: You guys!

Everyone: Argh!

Cater: S-Shit. We did our best, but Riddle is going to explode…!

Riddle: To think you dared to make such a messy cake for the dignified "Unbirthday party"… I hope you are all prepared?!

Ace: Aah! Why us as well!?

Deuce: Dorm leader Rosehearts, please calm down! If we apologize, will you accept…!

Riddle: Do not bother with excuses!!! Off with…!

???: Stop!

Deuce: Huh, that voice is…

Trey: Calm down Riddle.

Ace: T-Trey!

Riddle: What's this Trey, release my arms. I cannot chastise the first years who made a mess of the "Unbirthday party" like this!

Trey: … It is true that this cake does not seem edible by its appearance. It's not appetizing, and the smell is awful. It's laughable.… But wouldn’t you say that a cake made by the combined ideas of the first years is very Heartslabyul-like? With that said, isn’t it quite wonderful?

Riddle: I do not think so in the least!

Cater: Right~

Riddle: Furthermore, there is no candle on this cake. They did not obey the laws of the Queen of Hearts! Why did you not make the cake as you usually do? If you did it normally, something like this would not have…

Trey: I understand, I understand. You don't have to be that upset. Isn't this your long awaited "Unbirthday party". It's fine. I put some cakes aside that I make every time for the "Unbirthday party".

Everyone: Huh?!

Trey: The "Unbirthday party" is Heartslabyul's most important day. It's not like I had any intention to slack?

Riddle:… Then you should have told us earlier. I would have reflexively beheaded the dorm students. The "Unbirthday party" can continue without problems. You guys, thank Trey for that.

Heartslabyul Student B: W-We're saved!

Cater: As expected of you, Trey! Okay, everything is ready. Let's start the "Unbirthday party"!

Trey: Indeed, let's start.… Congratulations on the "Unbirthday party"!

Everyone: Congratulations!

Ace: T-Trey… No, Master Trey! You saved us!

Deuce: I really thought I was going to be beheaded. Thank you for persuading our dorm leader!

Cater: As expected of you, Trey! Just when did you make the other cake?

Trey: Yesterday evening, secretly, when everyone was asleep. I had a bad feeling, so I made it just in case.

Ace: Your cakes always look so delicious~ Just by looking I can feel my belly growl.

Deuce: Aah, I really want to eat it as soon as possible.

Trey: But weren't you two tired of these kinds of cakes?

Deuce/Ace: Huh?

Trey: It seems you guys were tired of eating the same thing every time and wanted some new flavors, so don't worry, me and Riddle will eat this one.

Cater: The first years telling you they were fed up with it really pissed you off, didn’t they?

Ace: T-Trey, please don't be so mean. That was just a slip of the tongue…

Deuce: Indeed! We think your cakes are the best. Right, everyone?

Heartslabyul Students: Yes! We want to eat your cakes!

Trey: … Then you guys understand, right? That making sweets isn't something you can do haphazardly. You have to consider all the risks, make plans beforehand and adapt yourself to the situation at hand… If you can do all that, it can become a routine. You don't have the comfort to make these things at peace.

Ace: Uhm… just to verify, but we're still talking about making sweets, right? Because it sounds an awful lot like you're talking about the dorm leader…

Trey: In any case. Do you now understand my hardships?

Deuce/Ace: Yeah…

Trey: Okay, I'm glad you're honest.

Deuce: We learned a lot.… Thank you for existing, Trey's cakes.

Heartslabyul Students: Bon appétit~…

Trey: Wait.

Deuce/Ace: Huh?

Trey: What do you guys intend to do with the cake you made? You shouldn't waste food. If you're not going to eat it, I won't let you eat the cake I made especially for the "Unbirthday party".

Deuce: W-We have to eat this shitty cake?! We already repented, but it seems just words aren't enough…

Ace: Where has our mature and kind Trey gone…

Cater: The gentler a person usually is, the scarier they'll be when they're angry! Treat this as an opportunity to learn.

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #personal story #translation

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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All About the Face

Eyes

What color are your eyes? Brown. Do you have big eyes or small eyes? I think they’re small. Do you or anyone you know have a lazy eye? I used to know someone with a lazy eye.

Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? Yep, I wear glasses.

Do you wear “regular-sized sunglass” or “big sunglasses”? I don’t wear sunglasses at all.

Do you pluck your own eyebrows or get them waxed/shaped by a professional? I tweeze them myself. I’ve only had them waxed once and that was when I was like 14. Do you wear eyeshadow often? If so, what colors? I haven’t worn eyeshadow in several years. Do you make wishes on eyelashes? Nah, but I did that when I was a kid. Have you ever pulled your eyelashes out before? Yes. I sometimes mess with my eyelashes and a couple will come out. How often do you have eye boogers/crusties when you wake up? There’s usually a little.

Have you ever had pink eye before? Nope. Name some sights that are appealing to you. Scenic views like of the ocean, mountains, etc. Oh, and Alexander Skarsgard, of course. Do you know anyone who is colorblind? Not that I know of. My chem teacher in high school was colorblind, though. Do you know anyone with two different-colored eyes? I don’t think so. Do you know anyone with a glass eye? Not that I know of. Do you know anyone who uses/wears colored contacts? Probably. Do you tend to look at people when you talk to them, or look away? I switch between both. I can’t hold eye contact the whole time or even for a long time at once before it gets awkward so I have to look away for a bit. When you cry, do tears come out? Yes. The only time they don’t is if I’m not able to cry or I’m all cried out. If I’m crying, though, then there’s definitely tears falling out

How many different parts of the eye can you name without using Google? A few offhand. Do you blink often? I guess? It’s one of those things you do absentmindedly. Would you be any good at a staring contest? No, I’m the worst. Like I said, I can’t do it for long before it gets awkward. Do you know anyone who is blind or legally blind? Yes. Can you do any weird or creepy eyebrow-wiggles? No. Can you make yourself go cross-eyed? No. Do you enjoy watching 3D movies, or do the glasses give you a headache? I find them annoying and it’s hard to wear the glasses over my own.

Are you able to see things from multiple points of view/perspectives? Yeah, I think I’m pretty good about that. Well, except for when it comes to myself and my issues... then I tend to just see one side and it’s negative. Do you get dizzy have blurred vision, or vertigo often? It’s been a few years since I’ve had my eyes checked and I feel the strain and some of the other symptoms that go along with needing a new prescription. Have you ever had to get something small removed from your eye or had any sort of eye surgery before? No. I do get styes now and then, though, which are just super annoying and painful. It’s a bump on my eyelid that lasts for a few days until its ready to drain and yeah, not fun. It goes away on its own, but I do some things to help the process. Do you wear eyeliner or mascara? I did when I wore makeup, which I haven’t for the past few years now.

Ears

Do you have differently-shaped ears? (ex: elfin ears) No. How often did you used to get ear infections as a child? That wasn’t something I dealt with very often. Have you ever failed a hearing test? No, I’ve always had really good hearing. Do you know anyone who is deaf? No, but I know people who are hard of hearing. Are your ears pierced? How many times/what parts? Yes, just my earlobes. Do you have good listening ears? I’m definitely more of a listener than a talker. Have you ever lost your sense of hearing before and had it come back? (ie: had your eardrum burst) No, thankfully.

Do your ears hang low? No. Can you wiggle your ears? Nope. How do you get the earwax out of your ears? I use Q-Tips. What are some sounds that would make you cover your ears? Fireworks, for sure. I usually wear headphones because I just find them way too loud. What are some sounds that are pleasant to your ear? The ocean waves crashing in and out, rain, certain ASMR triggers, piano pieces, the words, “I brought you coffee”... haha. Do you or anyone you know have an auditory processing issue? Not that I’m aware of. Are you guilty of frequent eavesdropping? Not frequent, but I’m guilty of it sometimes. Although, like I said I have really good hearing so I tend to hear things without even trying or even wanting to. Have you ever gotten anything stuck in your ear canal before? If so, then what? Ow, no.

Nose

Do you have a large, medium, or small nose? I think it’s small. Are your nostrils small or large? Small. Do you get seasonal allergies? I do. How often are you guilty of digging for emeralds? I just get a tissue and blow my nose if needed. What’s the highest number of sneezes that you’ve done in a row? I don’t know; a few. My dad often has sneezing fits that seem to go on forever. And he sneezes really loud, too. What are some smells that are unpleasant to you? Old food, garbage, shit, too much perfume or cologne, too much air freshener, Sharpies, seafood, skunks, alcohol, nail polish, nail polish remover, shoe cleaner, most cleaning products... What are some of the best smells, in your opinion? The ocean/beachy air, rain, patchouli, cedar wood, sandalwood, pine, coconut, lemon, vanilla, cinnamon, mint, coffee, garlic, my favorite foods, sweet smells, powder... Are there any unusual smells that you enjoy that most others do not? (ie: gasoline, Sharpies) I do like the smell of gasoline. What’s your favorite candle or air freshener scent? I like the autumnal scents from Bath & Body Works. Have you ever stuck anything up your nose before? If so, then what? No. Do you get frequent nosebleeds? Do you know what causes them? No, thankfully I’ve never had one. Do you have any nose piercings? If so, then where? Nope. Have you ever had a broken nose before? Nope. Have you ever lost your sense of smell before? How did it happen? Yeah, like when I have a horrible cold or allergies. Do you use any sort of nasal spray? Very rarely. When’s the last time that you had both nostrils close up on you at once? Almost a year ago when I got sick with a bad cold. Do you have a habit of being nosy and sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong? No. Have you ever snorted any sort of drug before? If so, then what? No. Do you snort when you laugh? Nope.

How often do you get sinus infections? Very, very rarely. It’s been years. How long does it take you to get through an entire box of tissues when you’re relatively healthy? I don’t use a box of tissues unless I have a bad cold.

Mouth

Do you have plump lips, thin lips, or one of each? Thin, but my bottom lip is a little bigger. Do you wear more lipstick or lip gloss? If you wear it, what shade do you normally choose? I haven’t in years. Do you use lip liner? Nah. I never bothered with lip liner. Do you remember those LipSmacker Chapsticks from your childhood? Which was your favorite one? Yes, I loved those. The fun ones like the ones that were supposed to taste like soda or candy were my favorite. Even better were the ones shaped like a soda bottle or various things. This store in the mall, Claire’s, has a ton of those. Years ago I had one shaped like a little Hershey’s strawberry syrup bottle, it was super cute. What brand of chapstick do you use as an adult now, if any? I like EOS. Do you have a tendency to pick at your lips or chew on them? Ugh, yes I do both. A lot. Who’s the last person you kissed? Joseph, many years ago. Do you lick your lips often? Yes. Do you make “the fish face” often in photos? No, I never liked that look. Have you ever had gingivitis in your gums? No. Do your gums bleed when you brush your teeth? No. How often do you brush your teeth? At least once a day. How often do you floss? I don’t. :X What brand of mouthwash do you use, if any? I don’t use any. How many teeth are in your mouth currently? I don’t know. Do you have any cavities? Yes. Have you ever had a root canal? Yes, a few times. What color are your teeth? White, but not pearly white. I could use some whitening strips. What brand of toothpaste do you use? Sensodyne. Have you ever had any teeth extracted? Yes. How old were you when your last baby tooth came out? Hm. I don’t recall. Do you grind your teeth at night in your sleep? Sometimes. Have you ever broken your jaw before? No. Have you ever swallowed something you shouldn’t have? No. Has your throat ever started to close up from something before? Noo, thankfully. That sounds terrifying.

Have you ever choked? If so, on what? Yes, I’ve gotten food and a pill stuck in my throat. How many times have you had strep throat? I think less than a handful of times. It’s been a very long time since the last time I’ve had it. What is something that causes your throat to itch? When it’s dry.

Have you ever lost your voice before? If so, when was the last time? Yeah. It’s been several years since that has happened as well. Like, over 10 years. Have you ever lost your sense of taste before? How long did it take to come back? It happens when I’m really sick. What are some of your favorite foods that taste delicious to you? Wingstop’s boneless lemon pepper and garlic parm wings, ramen, breakfast burritos or sandwiches, scrambled eggs with garlic, spinach, green onions, and shredded cheese, and scrambled eggs and biscuits smothered in country gravy with hash browns. Can you fold your tongue into a taco shape? How about a clover? Nope. Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue? Nope. What’s the last thing you licked? The spoon I used in my coffee. Can you roll your R’s? Nope. Who is the last person that you stuck your tongue out at? I don’t recall. That’s not something I tend to do. Have you ever choked on your own saliva before? Yes. It seems like I choke on just air even sometimes. How frequently do you experience dry mouth? Ugh, that’s something I really struggle with. Have your parents ever threatened to wash your mouth out with soap before? No. Who’s the last person that you mouthed off to, and why? I don’t mouth off to people. Do you speak any other languages? A little Spanish. Have you ever worn braces or retainers? Nope.

Chin & Cheeks/The Whole Face

Do you need to shave your upper lip or chin? No, not at the moment. Do you shave your entire face? If so, how often? No. Do you have a moustache? No. Do you have a beard? No. Have you ever fractured your cheek bone? Ow, no.

Who was the last person to kiss your cheek? My mom. Do your cheeks get extra red in any of the following instances: sickness/fever, drinking alcohol, cold/windy weather, embarrassment, or infatuation? When I’m sick, hot, nervous, and when I used to drink. Do you have any relatives who are guilty of pinching your cheeks and making comments about how big you’ve grown? No.

Are you mature enough to turn the other cheek? Usually. And to just avoid confrontation and drama. I’ll stew about stuff on my own and be upset about things for awhile, but I’m not one to hold a grudge. When’s the last time that you said something cheeky, and who did you say it to? Something jokingly to my brother, probably. Has anyone ever slapped you across the face before? If so, what was the reason? No. Do you get a lot of blackheads or acne? If so, are there any special products that you use in order to combat this? No, I just get like a couple now and then. I struggled with acne back when I was a teenager and young adult, though. Do you wear blush or foundation? I rarely bothered with blush back when I wore makeup and I dabbled with foundation for a short bit. My main staples when it came to makeup was honestly just eyeliner and mascara, and maybe a tinted balm. What shape face do you have? Oval or heart shaped. Do you have any scars on your face? Yes, a few little ones. Would you ever consider getting a face lift or Botox? Nah.

[ohsh1t2wksl8]

#personal #text #survey #surveys #my face

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twstarchives · 4 years ago

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10・My Wish Is...

♡—Woods Behind Campus - Big Tree—♡

——2 days until the Star Send-Off ritual

Idia: (The day of the ritual, giant clouds are going to darken the sky above the school, and it’ll be storming.)

(This couldn’t be a better development for me. It gives me a free and easy path to my happy ending...)

(But Ortho would be sad if the ritual got canceled. As his older brother, I want to do something...)

But anyway, changing the weather is impossible, even for me... C’mon, what should I do...?

Ortho: Big Brother?

Idia: ! Wh-What? Ortho?

Ortho: Trey Clover said we’re done with practice now.

Idia: ...Okay. This is earlier than usual.

Trey: I thought we could hang up all those Wishing Stars Deuce collected.

Ortho: Oh! Then I’ll help too.

Trey: Thanks. Grim and Prefect, come help us as well.

Option 1: Of course!

Option 2: I’ll try my best!

Grim: Hah... I guess if we have to...

Deuce: Phew... This is all of them. Gotta say, I collected a lot...

Grim: Hey, are you gonna hang up your own Wishing Star?

Deuce: My wish?

I was so busy getting everyone else’s, that I completely forgot about mine...

Trey: I did too. How about we hang ours up now?

Deuce: Sure. Okay... Let’s go.

My wish is...

“To become a policeman.”

Ortho: Ooh~ That’s a fitting job for someone as dedicated as you, Deuce Spade!

Deuce: Specifically, my goal is to be a magic enforcement officer. There’s a long and difficult road ahead of me.

Ortho: Those people are in an elite department centering around magic crime, right?

Deuce: Yeah. It’s a rigorous path to go down, but I’m going to work my hardest.

I’m sure it’ll put my mom at ease if she sees me get a serious job too.

Ortho: You must be very fond of your mother, Deuce Spade. I hope your wish comes true.

Deuce: ...Hehe, thank you.

Trey: Alright, I’m next.

I feel a little weird saying mine after hearing how noble Deuce’s was, but my wish is...

“To get one of the latest food processors.”

Deuce: Ahaha! That sounds just like something Clover would wish for.

Grim: I like that wish! You can make me lots of yummy treats if it comes true!

Trey: Ahaha, I could. Let’s hope it does.

Deuce: Oi, Grim! Eating Clover’s homemade desserts is a privilege only Heartslabyul students get.

I can’t believe the way you come and eat whatever you want at every Unbirthday Party...

Grim: Hey, Yuu goes to those parties with me! Scold them about it too!

Trey: Come on now. Let’s not fight over silly things.

Next are the two from Ignihyde. What about you guys?

Idia: Huh? I have to make a wish too?

Trey: Well, we aren’t going to force you.

Ortho: I don’t think your wish is embarrassing, so why not say it now before you forget?

Idia: Hm...

Deuce: You know what Shroud’s wish is, Ortho?

Ortho: Of course! It’s the same every year.

Grim: Ooh... I wanna know what it is.

Deuce: Yeah. It must be big if he’s wished for it every single year.

Idia: You don’t have to look at me so expectantly... But uh, my wish is...

“For the sequel to Star Rogue to come out!”

Deuce: Star Rogue?

Grim: The heck is that?

Idia: Hmph. This is why you’re all normies...

Ortho: It’s a game me and Big Brother were obsessed with when we were little.

They announced a sequel to it, but then the development team disbanded.

Big Brother has been waiting for production to start up again ever since.

Grim: Hmm. Is that Star-blah-blah really that interesting?

Idia: “Interesting”? What a stupid question!!

Star Rogue is a shooting game that was built with graphics totally advanced for its time period...

Set in the galaxy, it had a fantastic storyline highly acclaimed by both videogame and sci-fi fans alike.

I can still remember the first time I played it like it was yesterday.

The twinkling stars... Onslaughts of attacks from enemy ships... Hearing your allies’ praise through the radio...

That experience is probably the most precious one I’ve had in my entire gaming life... Hah!

Grim: He was talking so fast!

Trey: Well... That definitely showed us how much he loves this game. Didn’t it?

Deuce: Y-Yeah. It sounds really cool!

Idia: ....*click*

Deuce: Huh? That sound just now...

Ortho: Big Brother? Heeey, Big Brother!

No response... Maybe he got angry and hung up?

Deuce: S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to make him upset.

Ortho: No, don’t worry. Big Brother is just shy.

Um... Is it alright if you listen to my wish last?

Grim: Huh? But you don’t have a Wishing Star.

Ortho: Well, I’m not a student at this school.

Big Brother and I are considered one student, just like Grim and Yuu.

Deuce: But you’d still like to tell us?

Ortho: Yes. I want the Stargazers to hear my wish, as the ones who send wishes to the stars.

Is that... okay?

Deuce: ...Of course it is. Let us hear it!

Ortho: My wish is...

“For Big Brother’s wish to come true.”

Deuce: ...You seem to be really fond of your brother yourself.

Ortho: Ehehe... Big Brother is the most important thing in the world to me.

That’s why I hope his wish reaches the stars, like what happened in the folk tale...

Option 1: You’re such a good kid...

Option 2: I want a little brother like this.

Grim: He’s so pure and sweet; you’d never think he’d be related to Idia.

Trey: I’m sure Idia would be overjoyed if he heard your wish.

Deuce: I’m going to put everything into this dance so that your wish reaches the stars, Ortho, even without a Wishing Star!

Ortho: Ehehe... Thank you, Deuce Spade!

Let’s hope the weather is clear on the day of the Star Send-Off!

Idia: ......

♡—Ignihyde Dorm - Idia’s Room—♡

Idia: (I meant to end the call, but I panicked and only turned off my mic...)

(But that let me listen to Ortho’s wish.)

♡—Flashback—♡

Ortho: I tried simulating the movements of small clouds above campus using my weather radar.

Like the Headmaster said, it looks like a huge thunderhead will be passing over here on the performance day.

Deuce: But that’s only a simulation, right? We still don’t know what will actually happen.

Ortho: Right. But it’s strange… No matter how careful my forecast is, the chances of the weather being clear are so slim, and yet…

My simulation keeps showing Big Brother and everyone else doing the Star Send-Off ritual under a sky filled with stars.

Trey: Ortho…

Deuce: In the legend of Wish Upon A Star, a wooden puppet made a miracle happen and became a real boy.

If we believe, I’m sure the weather will be clear!

Ortho: Yeah… I hope we can do the Star Send-Off together with Big Brother.

♡—End of Flashback—♡

Idia: As a Stargazer, and for Ortho, I could...

NEXT TIME: Episode 11

#wish upon a star #events

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3wisellamas · 6 years ago

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Because there still aren't enough Deltarune theories: Fun Facts About Cards

So, I was thinking a lot about @pirenja's older post on Jevil and Seam as The Fool and The Magician, the first (or first and last, depending on who you ask) cards of the Tarot major arcana and which usually map to the Jokers in a standard playing card deck.

There's also the MINOR arcana, though -- the plain numbers and suits that make up the rest of a Tarot deck, and look a LOT like a typical 52-card deck. I knew about those, but didn't know those, so I got curious and spent a couple days looking into it, just for funsies.

So, uh...holy shit. The card-based Darkners aren't just playing cards, they're TAROT cards. The characters we know fit almost ridiculously well to their cards, and there were a couple parallels I found particularly interesting. Allow me to infodump, and add in a few extra fun little things that also came up in some card research, and which might have some...interesting implications on the rest of Deltarune. A lot of this is gonna come from Wikipedia, as well as this site.

Just a heads-up, this post is gonna include a lot of theories (some of which may or may not be pure crack) and will be LONG, and much of it will look like this:

...But in a fun way, I promise. ~^

First, let's go over some REALLY brief info about some of the cards we've seen so far in Deltarune. The ties between these guys and Tarot are pretty damn obvious, especially when you look at the four suits:

Diamonds: In Tarot, their equivalent is Pentacles or Coins. These are associated with wealth, business, and physical possessions.

Sounds a lot like the Rudinns and the King of Diamonds, right? I mean, they're so obsessed with their treasure that they sold their beds to have more of it!

Hearts: The Tarot equivalent is the Cups. Associated with emotions and bettering oneself.

Hathys are pretty big on emotion -- they're the ones you keep flirting with in encounters, after all, and the proceeds for Hathy's bake sale go towards their health.

Clubs: The Tarot equivalent is the Wands. This one I had to work a bit to figure out, but it seems to be more associated with social things, passion, and desire/drive.

Clover is definitely a social one, seeing as how they're throwing their birthday party in the castle when you arrive. And they're also VERY passionate about three specific topics, which actually plays into pacifying them!

Spades: Now for some fun. In Tarot, these are Swords, and are most associated with...take a wild guess. Ambition, power, violence, and the military.

Yep. Shall we look a bit closer at the actual cards in the Spades suit, then?

First off, the King of Spades/Swords. The card is LITERALLY called The Warlord, and is associated with force and discipline, ruthlessness, intelligence, and sometimes coldness and abuse in a negative reading. Pretty damn accurate to the King, I gotta say. Not a lot of room for interpretation here.

The other Spade we know of, though? A...little less clear-cut, but still works. Lancer is the Jack of Spades, meaning his Tarot equivalent is the Page/Knave of Swords -- same card, just an older name -- which is indeed all about youth and energy, as well as learning and observing, and keeping cool in danger. However, the card is also called The Spy, and also has a meaning of concealing oneself and keeping secrets.

Hm. Some of that really sounds like Lancer, some...doesn't? Perhaps our boy has an arc and some more character development ahead of him. Or...I'll get back to this. Because there is some interesting theory fuel here once I bring in another point.

Now, for a Spade we DON'T know yet, but that we know very well is coming: The Queen. The Queen of Swords is associated with intelligence, strategy, independence, and...repressed sadness and divorce? Hm.

HM. If the King of Spades is meant to be a Dark World mirror of Asgore, could the Queen end up being a dark mirror of Toriel, out in self-exile? Time will tell. And when we do finally meet the Queen in future chapters, she will very likely be one hell of a big deal, if the Tarot theme holds, so keep the card description in mind for that!

But, we can't stop at the Queen; we're missing a big, major detail. In Tarot decks, and in fact in historical playing card decks in general, there are FOUR face cards of each suit, not just the three we see in a typical deck. At the top are the King and Queen, obviously. At the bottom is the Page or the Knave, as I said up there the equivalent of the modern Jack. And the last one, between the Page and the Queen? The Knight.

No, really. The Knight is a CARD. But, I'm gonna go further than that: We already know someone, specifically a card person, in the Dark World who fits the description of the Knight of Swords/Spades, quite well in fact:

Associated with major, drastic changes -- pretty appropriate for the person who's been jailing kings and opening up dark fountains, huh?

Impulsive, and constantly takes actions without much planning beforehand.

Fanatical and single-minded, obsessively loyal to one thing and one thing only at a time.

Confident, to the point of arrogance. Basically, obsessed with themselves.

Articulate, good with words, and a sweet-talker, able to get what they want through speech and charm alone. Ironically, not often associated with direct action, and can mean cowardice.

Also, a bald-faced liar -- their whole thing is trickery and deceit. They also keep a LOT of secrets, like the Page.

Worth noting, the Knight often replaces the Queen entirely in older decks, and is considered the card right under the King of Spades, as his main servant or advisor.

Notably, according to that Tarot site up there, they are heavily associated with major career changes and promotions.

You figured it out yet?

Oh yeah. Worm knight.

Let's go through some points with both Rouxls Kaard and that card description in mind, if you don't believe me.

Uh, hello? Confident, impulsive, acts without thinking, fanatical, self-centered? The card description may as well be the guy's Wikia bio.

Articulate...well, he tries. Can't fault him for that. (yes you can)

Honestly, aside from that "God. Damn it." moment, can you give me one instance in which his manner of speaking WASN'T overly flowery and fancy, to the point of ridiculousness? That's, like, his most defining trait.

He's a coward, never actually facing you himself until you reach the castle, and instead preferring to vandalize puzzle solutions and throw minions at you.

He seriously butters you up during the entire second shop conversation, and in fact almost constantly from the moment K.Round is defeated for the final time -- he says he's always on the winning side, which at the time is you, and does his best to claim he never truly opposed you at all, that everything was a test, he just wants to help you, etc. The guy even tries to BRIBE you at the very end if you went pacifist, offering Susie a plate of worms for letting him lie about his involvement in your adventure, to boost his own ego.

Did I forget to mention he's pretty much got a lot of the Rudinns and Clover (and a lot of fandom it seems) charmed with his looks and manner of speaking, and wrapped around his finger as well? Because that.

Throughout the game, Rouxls really is nothing more than a big talker and a big liar. Most obviously, the first time you talk to him in his shop he says quite a bit, but does a COMPLETE 180 on ALL OF IT after he's defeated for the final time, suddenly going from praising the King to hating his guts and claiming to be undermining him, from mocking the Fun/$!? Squad to praising them and offering assistance, and from complaining about Lancer to admitting he cares about the kid quite a bit.

Also, consider: His "ultimate puzzle", which he suspiciously refused to show us...

Even if it's not explicitly pointed out as such, Rouxls is King Spade's second in command, the guy serving directly under him in the castle in the absence of the Queen (or any other castle staff besides the guards, for that matter). In very old decks before the Queen was a thing, Knights are in between the Page/Jack and the King and are considered the King's advisor/right hand guy.

Knights also have a lot of very close connections to Pages, both in card games as well as history. A page is literally a knight's very young (age 7-14) apprentice and servant, and stick close to them and learn from them -- similar to Rouxls' lesser dad/son relationship with Lancer! (Also, a thought: medieval knights would often carry lances, supplied by said page!)

During battle, the King calls the Knight "My Knight". This might confirm that the Knight is indeed a member of his own court, the Knight of Spades, and not of another suit. However, from the tone and some of the other things he says throughout the battle, it’s clear that King Spade actually owes allegiance to the Knight, rather than the other way around. Possibly even some fondness for him, from that particular tone. And...I'm not gonna beat around the bush on this. King Spade is totally Rouxls' sugar daddy. The King just up and fires everyone in his castle, and gives this random unqualified prettyboy the next-highest position after himself out of absolutely nowhere? Yeah. No. Even incompetent kings don't just do that. There's something really weird going on there, something about their relationship that screams there’s some shady business going on behind the scenes. Though, potentially, one could also flip the script, seeing the new job as repayment for putting King Spade in power...

One final point, getting a bit away from the card again. In the game, The Knight is supposed to have a close connection with the Dark Fountains, able to “pull them from the Earth” and manipulate their power to bring darkness or whatever, right? When using the Card Castle fountain to go home, Kris and Susie teleport in a massive column of white light, that looks like this:

(Sorry, screenshotting that particular moment is tough...)

Look a little familiar?

Yep, I'm gonna go there. The same goddamn teleport animation. Nowhere else in the game is that particular animation used, even when it kinda should -- for instance, Jevil’s scythes also teleport in vertical columns of light, but those look entirely different!

There's some other things about Rouxls that actually make me super suspicious of the guy, but one that does so even more now, that I really should bring up if I'm claiming him to be The Knight: Remember that last battle against K.Round? When Rouxls brings out his "Control Crowne"? That lets him control anything “disc-shaped”, and (if we take Ralsei's word for it) looks incredibly painful?

...What the actual living FUCK??! Seriously, is no one else IMMENSELY ALARMED by the fact that not only is this crown a thing that exists, but for some goddamn reason it just happens to be in the puzzle guy's possession??

I'm bringing that point up for a pretty big reason, though: Another name for the Diamonds/Pentacles suit is DISKS. If Rouxls wasn't just bluffing (like he does on everything else, admittedly), there's a good chance he might be able to use that crown on Diamond cards as well.

And Rouxls DEFINITELY has a lot of interesting connections to Diamonds himself, beyond that. Rudinns generally seem to be pretty enamored with the guy, and the whole suit is all about money and even represent the Merchant, or if you will, the shopkeeper class. (And if you ask him why he’s selling things to you, he will admit he's raising money, for...some reason.) In a four-color deck, Diamonds are usually represented by the color blue instead of red. Also, Diamonds/Pentacles represent the Earth element, which is where one would find worms and insects. So, he may very well have a close connection to Diamonds, as well as being the Knight of Spades...

I'll get back to that one as well, though, because there's another point I wanna bring into this whole card mess that might complicate things. Because while researching, I found a very, very interesting little bit of trivia about the Joker card...

Second half of this post and a LOT more fun cracktheories under the cut. Yep, you heard me, I'm still only halfway done here!

So. The Jokers, Fool and Magician, former members of the card court, before...something went wrong. You know how Jevil (and presumably Seam, as his only equal) can apparently do anything? Well, while researching Tarot, I also randomly looked into the Jokers and their functions in a couple of other card games, the biggest being Spades, because why not.

In Spades, the Joker card can attach itself to any non-Spade card in the deck to make it count as the equivalent Spade, though still inferior to the real Spade card. In other words, Jokers can turn other cards into Spades.

No, I'm serious. Look for yourself.

This idea I’m mostly just having some fun with here, but if this little bit of trivia happens to come into play in the next few Deltarune chapters, it might have some SERIOUS implications on what we know about the Spades court. In particular, it means we might not be able to take...really, any of the Spades characters we meet at face value (pun not intended, but appropriate).

But you know what? I think we should take a closer look at the Spades we already know, and see if that might already be the case.

The King fits his card description very well, and we actually see the other three kings locked up in a cage, so none of them could have been converted into the King of Spades. So, we can pretty much confirm he's who we think.

But, then there's Lancer. So far, he's the only Jack we've seen -- I know the card characters were originally based on a set of playing card designs by @kanotynes, and that the Jacks in that deck included not only Lancer but also the various minor enemies we see: Rudinn, Hathy, and Clover. But, in the game, those three don't seem to have any royal ties at all, definitely not as princes! So, I think we can confirm that they're not actually the Jacks of other suits in Deltarune.

So, I'm gonna go back to my first Tarot loose end -- the Page of Spades/Swords, Lancer. Remember how I pointed out some pieces of the card's description didn't fully match the kid? The secrets, the concealing of one's true nature?

What if Lancer's not the Jack of Spades at all, but rather another Jack that was converted into a Spade by one of the Jokers for whatever reason? Let's take a quick look at the other Pages, and see if one fits Lancer a bit more, shall we?

The Page of Hearts/Cups: A "sweet-natured child", immature, creative, naive, a bad childhood, and self-centeredness. Not a bad fit for Lancer, gotta admit!

The Page of Diamonds/Pentacles: Planning for and seizing future success and opportunities, loyalty, sometimes associated with fruit trees and harvests (”Delicious little apple” / "Sweet little peach"?), and most importantly, a student, constantly learning just like the Page of Swords. Also not a bad fit, though maybe a little less than the Page of Cups.

Now for the really fun one. The Page of Clubs/Wands: Inspiration, optimism, also creativity and making plans, rushing into things without thinking (appropriate for the Knight's charge...), "a bit of a cheeky charmer or lovable rogue", impatience, laziness, and a big emphasis on "losing yourself". Also, did I mention that Wands represent the fire element?

So, really all three other Pages have elements that fit this kid in different ways, but some of the things about that Page of Clubs are...striking, to say the least. This possibility might be worth keeping in mind when chapter 2 ever gets released!

Now, then, there's also another Spade we know, even if unconfirmed, with no known equivalents in other suits to rule out. Could Rouxls also have been another suit, and got converted into the Knight of Spades?

Remember all those weird connections to the Diamonds suit I pointed out? Well, let's talk about the Knight of Diamonds -- A Red Knight, if you will!

"A young man who is dark of complexion and features." This is an actual quote from Wikipedia.

Defensive -- focus on protecting home and family.

Hard worker, determined, stubborn, finishing what you start.

All about questioning one's work or home life, or where they stand on an issue.

An animal lover.

The "wish card", about making your wishes and dreams come true, via perseverance and ambition.

Also, a negative interpretation is a loser or laziness, expecting results but not putting in the effort.

Not a PERFECT fit, but still an interesting comparison, no? Especially those things about fulfilling your wish, but failing by not putting in the effort required, kinda like how Rouxls is quite proud of becoming the high-ranking and privileged "Duke of Puzzles", but doesn’t actually put together anything other than simple block-pushing puzzles. Another thought that comes up: The control crown(e). If Rouxls was originally a high-ranking Diamond/Disk suit, that fucking thing suddenly makes WAY more sense. (Also, it would make all the Blue Diamond comparisons really funny in hindsight. Just saying.)

Yeah, I know, claiming that Rouxls is the Knight is a big enough deal, and this extra cracktheory about him being a Knight who switched suits is one even I'm admitting it’s crazy, and over-analyzing is just what I do. Who knows if all or any of this will still be plausible by chapter 2. However, worth noting: If Rouxls was originally another suit, and got converted into the "Lesser” Knight of Spades/Swords by one of the Jokers, then there is very likely ANOTHER Knight of Spades/Swords out there, a much more powerful one. Hm...

...Naaaah. Too obvious. And on the same note, if my cracktheory about Lancer being the “lesser” Jack of Spades up there ends up actually being somewhat accurate, then there's also an original one out there somewhere...

...Maybe? If you look at that description up there again, it actually seems to fit Ralsei even better than it fits Lancer -- the things about concealing one's true nature, keeping secrets, intelligence, and analysis suddenly become quite fitting. And didn't Ralsei's original concept art include a reversed spade instead of a heart on the front of his robe?

So, if these are the case, what card is Susie? I'm...admittedly not sure. ^^; I bet someone else can find a card that fits her though, so I'll leave that one open.

Okay, okay, I'm done with the wild theories now. Lastly, I just wanna mention a couple of other interesting, weird card things I found out while researching. Won't go as in-depth with these, but including them because why not:

A lot of people have been theorizing about the idea of Darkners bleeding like humans, and unlike monsters. What if I told you that "bleeding" is an actual card term? When you bleed your cards, you're accidentally exposing your hand to other players out of turn.

Remember when Rouxls called the party "mine amigose"? Kind of an odd line, especially coming from him, but it was actually another card game reference! Also from Spades is the term "Three amigos": A nickname for the Ace, Queen, and King of Spades. Interestingly, the Ace of Swords is all about cutting through lies and exposing the truth. (Maybe that could be a card for Susie in future chapters?)

Hell, there’s just a LOT of card references thrown all over the place. A cute one is when Jevil says “piip piip” during his fight -- like the dots on dice, the individual symbols on number cards are called pips.

Want another fun Tarot card meaning? Take a good look at the Nine of Swords. It's generally considered the worst card you could get, even in a mostly positive reading -- It's literally called The Nightmare, and represents fear, stress, being overwhelmed, grief, doubts, cruelty, etc. Basically, if it's bad, it's in this card, up to and including a complete breakdown. Now, recall another line that seems totally benign at first, courtesy of Jevil: "From now, a nightmare will awaken in your hearts. In the shadow of the Knight's hand..." If I were y'all, I'd make damn sure to WATCH THIS CARD.

Also, "The Knight's hand"...of cards, perhaps? :P Okay, bad joke.

There's sometimes three Jokers in a deck -- a white one in addition to black and red. Just sayin'. Might wanna also keep your eyes open for a third Joker in chapter 2, maybe chilling out with the Queen wherever she is?

#deltarune #delta rune #undertale #spoilers #I guess?#emtheories

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location: the streets of west hollow in the middle of the night characters: Charlie Atwood, Jess Copeland mentions: Augustus, Jace, Josie summary: a timeless chat between two friends

jess

Normally, Jess didn't love the south side of town this time of night, it had a sharpness to its shadows that usually unnerved her. However, there was something beautifully juxtaposed with her clutching a hot cocoa next to Charlie, the two blissfully lost in their own rapport to even consider the monsters that might be leering in the darkness. According to them, nothing else mattered right now. Nothing but the fact Jess had been given one marshmallow less than Charlie at the late-night corner store and nobody was ever going to hear the end of it. "I just think it's discrimination, that's all." She ended her rant with a shrug and a sip, almost burning off her upper lip. "Anyway, before I was so wrongly done by — it was still my go and I am here to assume that you, sir, get treated special every venue you go to." She announced, swaying aimlessly as they walked.

charlie

Their nights together had quickly become something he'd grown to look forward to, even if it meant he had very little time left to feed (if at all). He was also grateful for his sessions with Josie, wherein now he felt confident enough to be with Jess this late at night should they be approached by someone undesirable. While he would rather it not come to that for several reasons, at least he knew he wasn't endangering her by keeping her out this late at night. "Actually, sexism, probably," he agreed with her, a half-grin planted on his face. "It's the marshmallow gap, unfortunately," This late into the evening, he had to be extra careful with his accent, as it tended to slip out more when he was tired. Still, he was fully prepared to play it off as fake. He laughed briefly, but couldn't exactly say that she was wrong, "True. I am endlessly charming and a joy to be around, so you better get used to me getting that extra marshmallow, Jess. You simply pale in comparison," he said, patting her on the head. "I bet you're used to talking your way out of everything, and you couldn't name one thing you weren't able to talk yourself out of,"

jess

Jess shot him a playful look, then took to raising her chin and brows like some indignant old woman might. "Is that an assumption?" She asked with a certain lilt that begged for clarification. If it wasn't, well, she was going to treat it as one. "Mostly true. Except for every time, my mother can smell a lie, which is inhumanely often, just for the record." She pointed out, taking another long sip and considering a new angle to probe him from. "Okay, so if you're as charming as you say you are, then I'm going to assume you are one with the Patrick Swayze's of the world... I bet you've made people accidentally fall in love with you more times than you're even aware of."

charlie

Matching her, he placed his hand on his chin, "Indubitably," he said, using his accent on purpose this time. Charlie made a note to avoid meeting her mother, as it was usually with parents that he had to lie more often than not. They always seemed to be interested in asking what he was doing, what his parents were doing, all things he had to know but hated saying anyways. "Have you ever gotten away with lying to her?" He asked, hands in his pockets. He wondered if his mother would've been good at picking up lies, but Charlie wouldn't ever be able to know. As a human, he almost never lied. He cringed at her assumption, knowing all too well how accurate it was. "I'll go with 'mostly true' here, too, if only not to seem so full of myself. It's accidental, there's only one girl for me," he said, before he could really catch it and stop himself from doing it. "Uh," but he had nothing to say--Charlie, who was so good at thinking on his feet, was caught off guard by his own revelation. There was only one girl for him, and she was dead.

jess

Jess had half the mind to demand Charlie talk in an accent forever, deciding it fit him like a well-tailored trench coat. "Oh sure, what pissed off teenager would I have been if I hadn't?" She grinned, fondly remembering how many weeks she'd walked around with a dumb tattoo after he'd mother had promptly said no a thousand times, getting a terrifying thrill every time the news almost made itself public. Drawn out of her rebellious nostalgia by Charlie's answer to her turn, Jess looked at him with doe-eyes and froth on her face. "You're joking." The words fell out of her mouth. "No, seriously, all this time and you just now are telling me there's a girl?" She paused, then immediately threw a hand out towards him with a nervous laugh. "Wai— wait, no, this isn't one of those movie moments where it's about to get weird, right?"

charlie

"Well, go on then. What's the biggest lie you've gotten away with? Let me guess," he looked at her, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he analyzed her head to toe. Taking what he knew about her and the little she had said about her relationship with her mother: "You got a tattoo, or your belly button pierced?"

He wanted to laugh along with her, to dramatically say it was her (it had always been her, or something similar), but this was far too big of a sore spot for him. Idiot, he thought. Charlie hesitated. It wasn’t fair to have to lie to Jess, not fair at all, but he’d gone and brought up Gabriele and she’d asked and now: here they were. Jess waiting for an answer and Charlie taking far too long to give her one. He had a skilled backstory, ready to be called upon whenever needed, but it felt wrong to be dishonest with someone who had quickly grown to mean a great deal to him. “Sorry,” he said, when she pressed, “it’s just, uh. She passed away,”

jess

Jess stared at him, fingers clutching her cup before she squinted at him supiciously. "If you're totally psychic and haven't told me yet this is the moment our friendship goes down the drain hole, Charlie Brown. I'm not here for perjurers." She told him, then tacked on quickly, "Learned that word the other day, been killin' to use it. Thank you for the opportunity." Continuing to meander alongside him, Jess noticed the way their steps grew slower. Something big was coming, a doozy, something she probably shouldn't have asked and for a moment, Jess wanted to smack herself in the forehead. There she went again, saying something dumb. "Oh..." The word wafted out of her mouth before she could stop it, a lame response, and not the sensationally empathetic one he deserved. "Sorry, that's.... that sucks. That really sucks." Jess turned away, feeling embarrassed and stupid and sorry. "I mean, all things considered, she was super lucky to know you. I know I am." She looked back at him, stuffing one hand into her pocket, stretching the awkward moment out underneath the fabric. "You're the best person I've met since... well, I haven't met Tom Hanks yet but one day, it's coming, I can feel it." She joked, for lack of knowing how else to be in heavy moments like these.

charlie

He smacked on a grin as she called him psychic and waggled his fingertips in her direction, "I see a tall, handsome man coming to greet you with good news," he replied, in a borderline offensive Russian accent.

"I'm very proud of you, that's a good one. I'm going to save it," He hated this reaction. It was why he usually avoided talking about Gabriele, though she was always somehow at the tip of his tongue, every sunset, every four-leaf clover, and on and on, reminding him of her. It was still painful, but he'd long since accepted that it would remain that way. Charlie simply hated when the other person felt uncomfortable, and he felt the need to brush it off, but how could he possibly do so when he'd already gone and said that there was only one girl for him? "Hm, yeah," he began, "well it's good to hear you've got a great head on your shoulders. I'd have been more shocked if you didn't know how lucky you were to have me," he said, letting out a scoff of a laugh more than real one. Even his voice sounded heavy, and he hated it, hated ruining their time together with stories of his past. It's all like that, he wanted to say, it's better you don't ask.

But he didn't. Instead, she brought up Tom Hanks, and it caught him so off-guard that he genuinely laughed. "The day you meet Tom Hanks is the day I resign as your best friend. I just can't compete with that guy, I'm sorry Jess, but that's the way it has to be,"(edited)

jess

Even though the moment wasn't going anywhere, and the two of them were likely acutely aware of what Charlie had just admitted, Jess was happy to blow over it if he wanted her to. Perhaps, if she'd known him for longer and wasn't so scared she was going to ruin this friendship with a classic dumb move of her own, she would have hesitated on the mention of A Someone. She wanted to ask, naturally, she was curious. But Charlie didn't look like he wanted to tell. God knows, she'd never named dropped Jace either, given that part of her was so excited to have someone on the outside of Mystery Inc. for once... it was like she could just be anyone she wanted. Hearing him solidify their friendship with a single title though made Jess start while her arm flung out of her pocket to smack against his front and stop him in place. "Hold the phone, Post Malone, my what?" Sure, some people might have let that moment slip to save anyone the embarrassment, but not Jess. Jess wasn't about to let something like that go. "My whaaaaat?" She cooed in sing-song, lips spreading into a wry grin now as she provoked him to say it again, just for her satisfaction.

charlie

Had he been anyone else, he might've gotten embarrassed. Perhaps stammered, stuttered through some sort of half-assed explanation as to why he'd said what he did. And while Charlie often had his moments of nervousness (mainly when speaking to someone older and more powerful than him), Charlie wasn't that person. He certainly wasn't that person with Jess. Challenging her teasing, he leaned in close, looked around as if he was making sure no one was watching and spoke, emphasizing each syllable, "My best friend," he inhaled sharply as he leaned back, "Please, Jess. I've read your diary, alright? I know you write my name in it a thousand times over, talking about how much you were dying to hear me say it. I've done my research on you, contacted your references and I've decided: you're hired,"

jess

She mocked a troubled gasp, shoving him away from her a little as if offended though every part of her reading the opposite. Despite actually owning a diary, but never having written in it more than a few pages here and there in her life, she mental noted to go home tonight and write their names in a heart with a specific label beneath it that it was just a best friend heart and if Jace happened to find it, not to be worried, even though he would likely be worried anyway because he lived on Anxiety Avenue.... "You didn't." She scoffed, but her lips quickly softened into a grin once more. "Okay, fine. You caught me. At least now I can actually quit my day job." She threw her hands up in surrender before toeing at the pavement, smile sobering into one of genuine comfort and optimism. Her best friend. Her new best friend. Jess would bask in that for a while. "Your go." She prompted. "If you assume I'm your best friend though, I'm going to call cheat round because you already read my diary and might be psychic, so..."

charlie

He watched her little performance with great amusement, though all the while he acted as if he had done nothing wrong. Hands on his hips, he looked away, particularly indignant. "I did, and I'll do it again," he shook his fist at her, but then scrunched his face up in disbelief. A thin-lipped, though not unkind, smile on his face, "I feel like you're almost always looking for some excuse to leave your job," he teased.

Charlie felt warm, though it was the dead of night in early winter, and he found he couldn't wait to tell Finley about this. There was a paranoid thought that budded that hoped she wouldn't be jealous--after all, their relationships were entirely different--but it was quickly suffocated. He knew Finley better than that. He snapped his fingers, as if that had been exactly what he was about to do, and whined (only just a little). "I was actually going to assume your life has been forever changed from this moment, but I already know that's one-hundred percent true, so there's no fun in it. But I will say that I bet you make friends like this with everyone you meet, since I can't imagine anyone not liking you. So there you go. There's not a person in this world that doesn't have fond memories with Jess," he said, nodding with finality and placing his frozen hands back in his pockets. If only being a vampire meant you had extra body heat, too. He laughed, "Look at this becoming a compliment-fest. I swear, I'm not such a sap," he totally, totally was.

jess

"You're not wrong," She threw fingers at him then in jest, hating her reception job simply for the fact that her dad had been the one to coin it for her when she'd first come back to West Hollow last year. Sure, being able to tease Nolan on the regular was debatably worth it, but as a whole, Minesweeper was only so entertaining on slow days. Keeping an easy grin on her face, she listened to his assumption of her and even if the slight squint of her eyes left showing positivity, the smile didn't. It was the kind of lingering expression she wore whenever her mom said something indirectly insulting and Jess stubbornly planned not to let her real feelings show. There was a lot she could say to that assumption, but key rules determined that she make it brisk as not to fill in all the gaps. There was something fun about a mystery in her eyes, something alluring about missing details as Jess was always the type to search for the hidden answers. But this topic was just too much to get into, so she jerked her chin away and looked ahead of them instead, trying to appear as apathetic as she could. Not Jess's strong suit. "You're enough humble for the both of us so, sure. I'll take it. I'm a fond memory maker, it's my patent design." She shrugged, wondering if that was enough. "I'm gonna assume now that you just like giving people compliments, especially people you call your best friends... in fact, I bet you just say that to all the girls." She teased.

charlie

He grabbed her fingers, looking at her dead in the eyes in the most serious way he could muster, "Then run away with me, Jess. Together, we could see the world!" But then, he abruptly let them go, dramatically turning away from her, "Ah, you'll never leave that job of yours. You're just playing with my heart, but I know you're too ambitious for the dreams I have of us,"

There were certain tells, he knew, when someone had hit a sore spot. Charlie was all too aware of them, having unintentionally studied humanity and their tics as he aged without aging. Besides, he wore his heart on his sleeve and tried to disguise it far too often--going as far as to practice in the mirror--so he knew a thing or two about topics that shouldn't be pressed any further. He'd had a sneaking suspicion, when her smile froze on her face, but it wasn't until she turned away that his beliefs were confirmed. A conversation for another time, perhaps, but some nights with Jess often had the feeling like they were walking on the edge of the world. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't happen, and it wasn't because he had no faith in their friendship, but it was because Charlie was painfully aware of how short-lived the lives of humans were. "Hmm," he mused, trying to keep it light, "that sounds like someone's cheating. That's fine, I get it," he said, his voice purposefully rising in pitch, "you just don't trust me,"

What she said was, objectively, factual. Charlie did like giving people compliments, he liked to make people happy. His favourite kinds were the blindsiding ones, ones that came out of nowhere. But as she continued on, it plainly wasn't. In fact, for decades he couldn't even say he'd had a single friend. And though Jess did qualify as a best friend, could it even be true, given the great lie he kept from her about his identity? "I do," he said, with a careless shrug and a sly grin on his face, "you're just one of many, obviously. It's not like you take up all of my nights, or anything..."

jess

Laughing at his scripted display, her fingers felt like happy, warm little twigs in his hand. Cold hands, warm heart they always said and Jess had assumed that was just something to make people with crappy circulatory systems feel better... Not Charlie, though. For him, she'd agree with the They this one time only. After all, They were just a social monarch, one of which Jess had no intention of hailing should neither of them be their own sistering government. "Hey. No hard feelings, I bet you hear this lots but, I don't trust a lot of people..." She announced in a tone then that was very clearly just as scripted, then, she broke character to add; "Except for David Attenborough, he's never given me a reason to doubt him. Pedestal guy right there." She pointed out, strolling along happily as the conversation took yet another river rapids bend of positive motion. "Oh no, sure, I get it, I'm just... I mean, you know, my own sleep deprivation is nothing to go by when it comes to us being friends or anything..." She wiggled a finger between them, with a smug grin. "It's not like, you know, I'm living in another timezone for you or anything."

charlie

"David Attenborough is actually my father, so," he tsked, "by proxy that means you have to trust me. Attenborough, Atwood, same thing really. Just had to change it a little to avoid all the nepotism, you know? I'd like to think my accomplishments were my accomplishments, and not just because of who my dad is," His hands had gotten so cold, by this point, he was ready to put them in his mouth. In fact, he did: he placed his right hand in his mouth, and when he spoke next, it was muffled. "No, not at all," but he gave up quickly, spitting his hand back out and shoving it in his pocket, "living in a different timezone is nothing. When you live on Mars for me, then maybe I'll come to consider what you're suggesting. Is it my go or yours, by the way?"

jess

Hearing his last name, Jess found herself smiling goofily. Charlie Atwood, he sounded like a famous something and she was about to tell him so until he spoke straight to her soul. I'd like to think my accomplishments were my accomplishments, and not just because of who my dad is... The words hit her in the chest like a freight train heading for nowhere, fast. She could relate in every sense of the presumably false statement, having a better idea of the inside of her dad's wallet than she wished she did. Though, in great reflection of herself, Jess couldn't say she had much to be proud of in terms of her own accomplishments. Mystery Inc? The day anyone someone who wasn't in Mystery Inc. congratulated her on the idea would be the day Catherine broke a genuine smile or Hell froze over, whichever one came first. "Mars," She made a face then and hacked a faux spitball onto the pavement. "Call me when Jupiter's free." She announced before leaning out to drop her empty cup in the public garbage, then grabbed ahold of the back railing of Their Park Bench and loped over it the monkey way instead of rounding it like a normal person. Sat on the back of it, sneakers firmly planted where her butt should be, Jess tucked herself into her windbreaker, chest to knees, a shiver radiating out of her. "It's your go, Cheater." She told him, straightening back up to peer for him.

charlie

Following suit, he shook his head in amusement as Jess crawled over the park bench. Walking around to the front, he bent his knees twice before jumping up onto the bench, shaking its foundation, and plopping down on the seat so that he had to stare at her, leaning his head to rest against the backboard of the bench. "Jupiter, really? Not Neptune," he shook his head, a look of disgust on his face, "And here I actually let myself believe you liked me," He stared up at the sky, wanting to throw a wrench in their conversation, but not sure of how to go about it, exactly. Finally, it came to him. "You are..." he began, but trailed off, realizing he needed to look her dead in the eyes this time, and when he did, there was a twinkle of mischief planted in his own, "an excellent singer, and one day--I pray it's today--you will bless me with your angelic singing voice. I will only accept Backstreet Boy's Larger Than Life, to be perfectly clear, here,"

jess

"Not Neptune." She confirmed, "Neptune is for wussies. It's also super far from the sun. Now let me tell you, as someone who is vastly experienced in space travel," She deemed, hand flapping out in a social gesture. "If any of us are gonna follow Icarus's footsteps it's yours truly," She put a hand to her chest then, "And how the heck am I supposed to do that..." She glanced upwards, counting in her head, "Eight gas-balls away from the sun, my friend? Riddle me that." She explained, before waving him off. "I mean, don't. It's rhetorical. Just admit I'm right and so we don't have to settle this mano e mano." She grinned. He got her, like a fish to sparkly bait, she was hanging onto the end of his statement for what she was exactly. Leering, craning her neck, she waiting with bated breath, interested to hear his assumption of her. When it came, however, Jess felt her face get hot, a blessing in disguise really with the weather outside but still a curse in some evidential way. Looking down at her hands, she tried not to grin, mostly at his song request and a lot because once again, he wasn't entirely wrong. "Debatable. You're charting subjective waters here," She grinned, pressing her fingers into her palm until he knuckles cracked. "So close, but not close enough, Sinbad. What'll it be next, waffles or ice cream?"

charlie

“No way, hosé. Not a chance. I’m going to fly myself into the sun first,” he stood up, pointing East, “and I’ll race you there,” a challenge rested on his face, as if he was indeed daring her to hop up and race him to the sunrise. It wasn’t that far off, at this point, and it would warm both of them up—assuming, of course, she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Even one as silly and childish as this. Actually, scratch that. Especially because it was as silly and childish like this. Close, though? He hadn’t expected to be close at all. Sometimes even he shocked himself with how much he could guess about a person. His interest was intensely piqued, and he had half a mind to dramatically beg her at her feet. He tilted his head down underneath hers, so that she could still see his expression, “Debatable, eh? Oh, Jess,” he moved away, “poor, misguided Jess. There is only one judge of that, and that’s me. I’m an expert listener, I listen to music all the time so I may as well have a PhD. But I’ll go with waffles, this go around,”March 7, 2018

jess

At the sudden announcement of a race, Jess felt herself start, unsure if he was being literal or not. Her feet were ready, if there was anything she was good at it was running. Usually away, but running anywhere all the same. Knees bouncing in anticipation, she stared at him, blue meeting brown with wild excitement. Listening to him waffle on about almost getting his assumption right, she smirked, eyes slimming down into mischief. "Tell you what...." She drew out the silence then for dramatic effect, "You beat me to the sun and I'll give you another hint." Her expression turned bright, before she clambered off the bench with both hands coming to pin Charlie down onto the seat, making sure she collected herself a healthy head start by weighing him down before taking off aimlessly into the park with a wild scream of excitement.March 8, 2018

charlie

Charlie let out the gasp of a laugh as she completely sabotaged his chances, shouting cheater! after her before waiting a moment longer then setting off after her. Running as a human required more effort than he'd imagined. It had been ages since he'd done so (actually, he wasn't sure if he'd ever had the need to since being turned) and he found it...honestly strenuous. Still, he managed to somewhat catch up with her, and it occurred to him that there was no set location for when they would stop. He supposed they would continue on going until one of them got tired. If that were the case, he'd definitely win. And if that meant that Jess would tell him her secret, then so be it.March 11, 2018

jess

There was something euphoric about racing through the park at this time of night, something crazily amazing about the safety she felt tearing through the shadows of darkness with Charlie somewhere nearby, something infinite about the way their laughter echoed through the night and something... that just made her feel bigger than herself hanging in the air as it whistled past her ears. Although the aim was a race, Jess spread her arms out and cackled into the thin lining of trees they threaded through like an obstacle course, Jess shoving at Charlie with her elbow and hands whenever he got close or threatened to overtake her.

Whether he was simply fitter than her or an athlete in a past life, he didn't seem to be deteriorating at the rate that Jess was. Her lungs were starting to burn, her cheeks even more as her skin heated up but the wind was still icy cold. Her leg muscles began to wean and it was then that Jess saw the sun, burning brightly in front of her, right close enough to get a grip. So with the last burst of energy that she had she threw an arm out and reached for it, fingers brushing through golden tendrils before she was able to fasten her fist and pull hard in triumph. With such momentum behind her and her hand in Charlie's jacket, the two went down together like stones in a lake, voices travelling in the shock and thrill.

Thumping hard into the frosty grass, Jess felt herself tumble over his legs and become a heap until she rolled off and splayed herself in the grass next to him like roadkill. Arms out, chest rising and falling as she panted, completely out of breath, she beamed up at the canopy of the trees and any stars that peaked through. She stared and she puffed and she grinned. Then, she twitched her head to the side and looked at Charlie, eyes alight. "I win," She gasped, looking at him fondly, cheeks pink. "But... just for the record... I don't sing... Not to say I can't... but I don't..." She admitted finally through heavy breaths.(edited)March 19, 2018

charlie

It had caught him off guard, though the symbolism was lost on him, and thus, sent him tumbling down as though he were a leaf and not, in actuality, a highly balanced vampire. Laughter erupted within him so strongly it felt as if his skin would split open, and out would come rolling all of his insides. It was good, still, to feel so explosive and yet not destructive. “You…” he said, breathing heavily for show, “are such a cheater!”

He wore a shocked smile on his face, partially amused at her behaviour and partially genuinely surprised (yet, at the same time, not all that surprised once he really thought hard about it all). He gave her a playful shove, letting cold air fill and bite as his lungs as he stared through the trees and into the sky. He had half a mind to begin to describe her the skyline back when he was human, how different and magical it was at night, how he chased small towns and rural villages just to get a tiny semblance of that same feeling back.

Guilt wreaked throughout him once more as he decided against it, knowing so much about her yet not knowing enough at all (though, would he ever?) to share something so colossal. She might never in a million years believe him, or worse, believe him and hate him for it—and though he knew it was selfish, he was content to keep this a secret for as long as he could.

A few moments of silence had passed between them. These weren’t exactly common, but they weren’t out of place, either. It was getting to be 4 in the morning, hell, it felt closer to Charlie, and Charlie had spent so many of his nights wandering—now running, too, apparently—around town with Jess that it was a wonder he hadn’t starved to death yet. “Hey, Jess…” he began, feeling uncharacteristically nervous, at least he had never before felt that way around her, “…I’m glad I met you. Really glad.”

jess

Jess tucked her forearms into her chest, letting out a cackle as Charlie shoved her playfully, despite it having little effect in their harmless horizontal position. She half rolled away from him, as if attempting to avoid the attack much after it had happened before she rolled back and thumped shoulders with him. "Yeah, well, I never said I was a neater," She exclaimed innocently, lifting hands out in front of her in mock surrender before tucking them into her armpits to keep them warm. Rolling her head to the side she looked at Charlie with a grin. "A not-cheater." She then clarified after a beat. After that, she turned her head back to the sky, peering up at the darkness that clouded up behind the thin canopy of the trees. There were still some stars refusing to stand back from the clouds, and Jess smiled at them, glad for their bright presence. For a moment, she counted it special, how many people she'd shared this exact same view with. How many friends of hers she knew she could count on to love and protect her and talk silly stories with her.

Wanting to look at Charlie again, Jess felt a warm feeling spread through her chest as she realized she'd gained a new one. Even if somewhere in the back of her hollow shell, she knew she'd lost some choice others too.Hearing her name suddenly albeit softly, Jess turned her head to look at Charlie in question. Dark eyes running over the length of his profile, his soft cheeks, and his perfectly curved nose, she found herself smiling before he even said anything. The pause was baited with anticipation, her eyes looking at his mouth for no other reason than desperately waiting for the words to come out. A second of panic wondered if he was going to say something to ruin all of this, but then he did the opposite, and Jess felt the collection of starts from the sky that were reflected in her chest explode. She wanted to throw herself at him in an appreciative hug, she wanted to add a new and unnecessary addition to their handshake they could never remember, and in that moment, she wanted to tell him everything she appreciated about him and what he'd done for her so far.

Instead, though, she just began to grin at him, wide and honest. "Me too," She settled lamely, not having the right words to convey everything she wanted to say. Looking back at the sky then, she hesitated, thinking about the few things they'd confessed to each other that night. Chewing on the insides of her lips a little, she was glad they had a view, it gave her the bravery she needed to talk about things she didn't know how to talk about with anyone else. "I have a someone," She began ominously, feeling the curiosity inside herself to ask about what Charlie's someone had been like, before she'd passed away. But she knew it could be a slippery slope into uncharted territory he may not have wanted her to be in, so instead, she opened herself up and let herself bleed a little. "I never really used to believe in that soulmate stuff, I thought it was really stupid because when I was growing up I always struggled with..." How did she even put it? Herself? That felt too small. Everything surrounding who she was as a personal concept? That felt like too much."I don't know, I just struggle with people... and it's not like it's their fault, it's just the way I am. I just... I don't know how to be what people want. It's like I know what they want from me and then I go ahead and do the opposite of that," She gestured up in front of her at nothing, thinking of every time she'd ever gotten uncomfortable about something and backpedaled so fast she'd given the person in return whiplash. "And I can't help it, I don't know how to not do it. It's not even like I do something monumentally wrong either, which I think is worse. At least you can blame someone for that, or for something they did." She was word vomiting now, not sure how to translate what she was thinking about. Or who. It was a cluster combination after all, of all the issues she'd had with her parents, together and apart. With Monday, with Nate. Hell, even with Penny sometimes. She'd made her mark everywhere. "I just," She exhaled, flopping her arms onto the frosty grass beside her and looking at the sky, defeated. "I feel like a failure. And I know that's like, a human being's standard response to everything but I do, I feel like he's going to wake up one day and realize I'm not this awesome thing he's always imagined."

It may have been volatile to mention Jace and her had grown up together then, they'd seen each other through the bad acne and the fashion phases, but she didn't. She just needed this, an unbiased vessel to talk to. She wasn't even sure she needed Charlie to reply at this point, she just needed to get this out of her. "I don't want to be dramatic and say I've spent my whole life disappointing people, but... sometimes it feels that way," She rolled her head to the side finally, looking at Charlie with the most earnest and fearful expression she may have ever given him. "I can't disappoint him too. It would kill me."

charlie

“Neater, neater, pumpkin eater?” He offered, laughing to himself. It was times like this, with something as simple as making up a word, that Charlie really felt like the two were so well-suited to each other. It was exactly the type of thing he would do, and it felt…incredibly validating that someone else existed like him. It was almost to the point where he could predict how she would react, yet at the same time, could not predict it at all. The two of them were predictable in their unpredictability. It was getting colder and colder as the night wore on, but still, he couldn’t help but feel impossibly warm. Maybe that was just the type of effect Jess had on people: the ability to make them feel warm. Was she even aware? Of how impossibly normal he felt around her, and what that meant to him? It wasn’t that Charlie was particularly low in his self-esteem, quite the opposite, but it was rather rare that he found someone who matched him step for step. Jess was special, unique. It was as if, with everyone else, Charlie held his breath in his chest. But with her, he could finally breathe. He would remember their time with the utmost fondness, should it suddenly end, and he would be eternally grateful for the feelings she elicited in him. Things she would never know—couldn’t know—because of the very nature of their friendship. Charlie was a vampire, he had been alive for nearly 200 years, give or take a few, and there were times (though he would be reluctant to admit) that he found himself grow ambivalent to all things. Jess reignited his passion for, well, humanity.

Something changed in the air once his words hit reality. There was an energy to the air, a blending of emotions, releasing between the two of them in a collection of fireworks. She didn’t have to say she agreed, Charlie already knew before the words escaped her mouth. He wanted to tell her he felt it too, strangely, all the desires she had. The need to hug the other, to scream and laugh with an abundance of joy at having found each other. It almost felt like fate that they had met, that the day Charlie decided he would try and make some new friend by sharing his ridiculous opinions, throwing it out into the world and hoping to catch something in his net, was the very same day Jess had rolled in. What a large world it was, and how deeply aware he was of that fact, and yet somehow they had managed to be in the same place at exactly the right time.It is beautiful, isn’t it? He wanted to say, How small we are. How great the world is, so much bigger than us, so much more than we could ever be. And yet, how unbelievably infinite you make me feel. It occurred to him then, in that moment, that Jess had quite literally just caused him to write a poem, albeit a small one, in his mind. How for decades his journal remained untouched but now, suddenly, he was tempted to pick up the pen again. He was so excited about this fact that he nearly missed what she’d said, catching up belatedly, turning around and leaning on his elbow, staring at her face as she stared at the stars. There was a tone to the way she spoke that told Charlie now was not the right time to tease. That she was sharing a feeling she may not have shared with anyone else before or after. His face softened as a result, removing the mask of jokes and ebullience he had grown used to wearing around her. It was difficult to give her advice that she would think to take. Charlie was monumentally older than her, by 150 years and some change, and he had the incredible benefit of hindsight in a way that Jess never could.

“I don’t know about soulmates,” he said, agreeing with her in an honest way. There was a time when he’d thought Gabriele was his soulmate, and when he could no longer be with her, his world had ended. When the year came that he realized she’d most likely have passed on, he became the darkest version of himself.But then he had met Augustus, and for a time, it seemed like everything would change. Slowly but surely he had come to trust him, to rely on him, to…Well, that ended poorly, considering the man had disappeared without a trace, considering the man was who he was. If soulmates existed, he obviously hadn’t found his yet, but still his relationship with both Gabriele and Augustus felt awfully close to something like that. “But I know a thing or two about love,” he said this almost hesitantly, as if he was ready for Jess to remind him he was technically younger than her. “And I think…when it’s right, when it’s a soulmate or something close, you’re loved for all of who you are. Not in spite of those things, but because of them. You’re seen more than you think you are, not just understood but known, almost.” He thought about the way Gabriele seemed to see right through him, know things before he even knew them himself. If she were around today, there was not a doubt in his heart that she would accept the things he had done and love him anyway. And he had done a great deal of harm to others, in ways he was still ashamed of. Then there was Augustus, who had seen him through his days as a literal killer, and though the man was no better than he was in that respect it still managed to mean a great deal to Charlie that he’d stuck around anyway.

Even in the 70s, when things were so awkward and strained, yet not at all, when Charlie had changed into something closer to the man he was today…Augustus still accepted it, regardless of the fact that he’d made passing comments about how he was getting soft.It hurt to hear how she viewed herself. Jess was the type of person that simply exuded confidence without being arrogant, and while he knew through experience that those people often had the most debilitating self-esteem, hearing it out loud when he cared so deeply about her almost stung him. He didn’t know how to give her advice that wasn’t simply placating, so he offered the next best thing: the truth. “I feel like a failure, too,” he said quietly, thinking of all the life-altering mistakes he had made. “I feel like I’ve done so much wrong in my life, I don’t know how I’ll ever escape it. I don’t know that I deserve to, maybe I’m meant to have these things haunt me for the rest of my life,” he said, turning around and leaning back, unable to stare at her any longer as he spoke. He didn’t mind her dramatics, really, knew exactly the feeling she was describing. It was why he tried so hard to be kind to everyone, to forgive others and give them the benefit of the doubt. Because it was what he hoped others could do for him, and maybe that was intrinsically selfish, but do onto others as you would be done onto you was a phrase for a reason, right? He took in a breath, “I once loved someone who greatly disappointed me, who ended up being nothing like I thought they were. It was crushing. But…I think the difference between you and this person is that you’re self aware, and you’re trying to change. You don’t want to be like this, you don’t want to hurt people. You’re figuring things out, hell, you’re figuring yourself out. It’s the age for it, I think. It’s the age where we decide the type of person we want to be, the type of influence we want to have on others. And I think…I think you’re good, you know?”

#a: jess #c: jess #convo: jess2 #chat: the bench

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nijiimura · 7 years ago

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all the botanical asks ;)

damn you.

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?griffins hell yea

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls?soundcloud!!

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?annihilation by jeff vandermeer

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?depends on if they fit or not but YEA bc it smells like them its nice

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?tomorrow im gonna see zoe im so fuckin ready

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?that its gonna be ok

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?the ocean

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?the question is who was the last person i kissed

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?dfjdsbnfjsbfhfd NO im a walking disaster

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?bored

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?i dreamed about seeing infinity war the night before i actually saw it and apparently in dream IW they never went to Wakanda and just shot footage just for trailers like they did in rogue one

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?chocolate...

lavender dream; turn ons/offs?turn on - girls. turn off - men.

water lilly; when was the last time you cried? why?this morning bc my teacher sent me a pissed off email after i told me i was gonna be an hour late bc i missed the bus

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?no

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?whoever bites their ice cream are monsters

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?grand budapest hotel!!!!

desert rose; do you like yourself?hmmm next question

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?i took a selfie w a WWE commentator years ago

night owl; how many countries have you visited?2!

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?yea it was fucken sweet

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?come out??

lantana; what’s on your mind right now?SLEEPOVER W ZOE TOMORROW

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?leo... yknow... nya

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.-i wear socks to bed bc my feet get cold!!-i have a scar on my wrist from a swinging accident w my little brother-i have a spotify playlist thats 122hrs long bc i just dump albums on there-abba is currently my favorite band-bleeding hearts are my favorite flowers bc they remind me of my late great grandma

daphne; do you believe in karma?yes??

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?yes

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?my dad tbh hes one of the hardest workers i know and has such a shitty job and deals w 90% of my family drama but hes always so positive and funny and i love my dad so damn much

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?good dog carl

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?i fucken hope so

iris; do you believe in ghosts?YEA

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?1979 just so i can go to an abba concert

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?hm no lmao

primula; what makes you sad?school. all these rohan ovas davpro keeps releasing

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?yea i went to class and disappointed my teacher

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?zoe

lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?nothing... and i had nothing for lunch either.... all ive had is some lemonade and poptarts i bought like an hour ago

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?going to this damn college

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?ok star wars universe is rad as fuck

violet; favorite tv show?the office and kitchen nightmares HDJIFDNJF

sunflower; share a favorite quote.god idk man

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?im home alone and its raining outside and i have the windows open. i dont have any deadlines to meet and i spend the day drawing

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?drawing and crying

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.BITCH IDK DO U THINK I READ?????

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?catch fireflies but i am SO terrified of all bugs its not funny

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?my fucken age

sweet pea; who means the world to you? why?okuyasu nijimura means the entire world to me, and heres why (pulls out 50 page essay) no but my little brother

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?have yall... dabbled in these books called warriors by erin hunter?

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?im not even into su anymore but amethyst always wins

magnolia; coffee or tea?coffee

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?Why Not Both Thot

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?WHY NOT BOTH THOT

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?hey guys im smoking the latest coolest drug called okuyasu nijimura

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?y...yes

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?yellow

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?yea we tight

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?night

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?idk if adhd is a mental illness or not so imma say... maybe

clover; how would your friends describe you?

fucken gay

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert?depends :/

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?bitch idk man im an open book i embarrass myself on a daily basis

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.dumb gay bitch

lotus; best memory as a child?my mom bringing my cat bill home for the first time!!! he was so small.......

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color?brown and brown

dahlia; do you like crystals?yea imma shove my dick in a geode

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?grievous real so i can fuck him

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?hufflepuff

calendula; biggest pet peeve?specific but when im literally just sitting in the car and one of my parents goes “looks like SOMEONE has an attitude” like?? i was silently looking out the window

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?friends bc i love them so much

blazing star; share a secret.I DONT HAVE A FUCKEN SECRET

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?happier

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?bitch im too tired to answer this

bluebell; do you wear glasses?no

nymphea; forest or river?river

orchid; do you like exercise?HFDJKSFNDKJSDFNFK WHO TF DO I LOOK LIKE.

pansy; do you like poetry?FUCK poetry

morning glory; any special talent that you have?i can do a good swedish chef impression

#megan answers #thanj fuckin god this is voer #long post #Anonymous

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clover-hawthorne · 7 years ago

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.: Layers - Clover Hawthorne :.

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Clover Hawthorne Eye Color: Left Blue, Right Green Hair Style/Color: A ginger mop that is nigh-on untameable Height: 5′8″ Clothing Style: Practical and modest, prefers comfort and utility in her clothes. Leans towards earthy tones

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: “I fear that my path will lead me to an early demise, before my child is old enough to manage without me... I worry that even with my gifts, it may not be enough to protect those I hold dear...and I suppose I fear outliving my usefulness and, in doing so, losing those I consider friends... ” Your Guilty Pleasure: “Rolanberries...I know I shouldn’t indulge in something so frivoulous, but it’s hard not to enjoy such a sweet fruit.” (( Unsaid: Her private collection of ‘literature’ Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “When someone throws their weight around in an attempt to establish a pecking order among a party. I dealt with that enough growing up....” Your Ambition for the Future: “I...really don’t think I....well...I just take it day by day...” (( She doesn’t really plan long term for the future, given she doesn’t think she’ll live that long. She’s aware that one of these days, her job is more than likely going to kill her. ))

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: "I usually try to remember what I have planned for the day, to see if I have time fore some morning tea....” What You Think About the Most: “My daughter and her wellbeing, as well as ways to improve my magicks to insure I can see her grow up.” What You Think About Before Bed: “... h-how my day has....h-has gone?” (( That is a fucking lie. )) Your Best Quality Is: “I suppose how useful I am to others?”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: “I, ah, I’m not sure? Single, I so...” To be Loved or Respected: “I guess I have to chose? Loved, then.” Beauty or Brains: “Honestly, I don’t think you can judge based on those two categories...Personality?” Dogs or Cats: “I prefer cats myself, though I don’t really have the funds to care for one at the current time.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “I don’t like to, but given certain....circumstances, it’s necessary... I’m not very good at it...” Believe in Yourself: “I have to. If I falter in the field, someone could get seriously hurt, or worse. There’s no room for doubt or hesitation. Though, I admit I’m less confident in social situations...” Believe in Love: “I do... I admit, I’m a little envious of those that get to enjoy it, but I’m happy for them none the less.” Want Someone: “I, uh.....next qu-question please?”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: “No, thank the twelve...though, I was almost volunteered into a date auction once....never have I been more glad to see an event canceled....” Done Drugs: “Never. I’ve no interest in them either.” Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “No, I tend to keep to myself, so the need hasn’t really arose.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: “I rather like green...” Favorite Animal: "I find myself fond of chocobos. Such delightful birds!” Favorite Food: “Rolanberries, hands down.” Favorite Game: “Hm....I admit, I didn’t really get to play games much as a child, but I have found tag with my daughter to be rather enjoyable. triple triad is also a good way to pass the time...”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “I...don’t really have a namesday, atleast not that I can remember.” How Old Will You Be: “I think I’ll be 21....ish...my age is an estimate, at best....my apologies..” Age You Lost Your Virginity: “I-I haven’t...I mean....c-can we talk about something else?” Does Age Matter: “When it comes to academics? No. One is never too old or too young to learn.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: “Someone determined and steadfast, with a good head on their shoulders.” Best Eye Color: “Hm....if I had to pick, either green or gold... though black eyes have a beauty all their own.” Best Hair Color: “I can’t really pick a hair color; they’re all equally nice.” Best thing to do with a Partner: “I...ah, I don’t know....I, ah, admit I’m not well versed in this field....”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “my daughter and my friend.” I feel: “like I’m in over my head most of the time..” I hide: “what I do outside of my job at the bookstore so my friends don’t worry about me..” I miss: “...her arms. I don’t even remember her face, or her voice...I don’t even know if what I’m remembering is an actual memory or just the wishful musings of a foundling.” I wish: “I could give back these ‘gifts’ and just live a peaceful life, that my only responsibilities were to my daughter and my job.” Tagged by: @fishyhealer

Tagging: @masked-magicat @beetsnbugs @rahelauillces @landwaker @herocatte @whitemxge @juste-xiv

#meme #meme response

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the-wolfs-raven · 7 years ago

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Layers: Tarvasha

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Tarvasha Winterscale Eye Color: Violet-Blue Hair Style/Color: Past her shoulders, burgundy/crimson Height: 6′0″ Clothing Style: Casual - Light colors, flowing garments, skirts and dresses with halter or low-cut tops and occasionally a shawl or cardigan. Tavernwear - Vivid colors, bodices and off the shoulder garments, layered or short skirts. Dancewear - Darker colors, blacks, tight-fitting and revealing, leather or silks. Formal - Floral or dark colors, grand ball gowns, jewelry of precious gems, sweetheart or off the shoulder necklines, metallic accents

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears:

The half-elf chewed her lip and glanced off to the side, pondering such things. “I fear...I dread...harm befalling those I love. And the idea that it is unavoidable, inevitable, keeps me awake at night.” After a moment, she added, “Not to say that I expect the earth itself to open up and swallow them, but the thought of them suffering in any manner, great or small, upsets me quite a bit.” Another minute passed and she glanced back to her tea cup. “Selfishly, I’ll admit to fearing being forgotten. Being important to someone one moment and being wiped from their mind the next...” She took a sip. “I suppose we’re all entitled to a few selfish fears.”

Your Guilty Pleasure:

Her tongue swept across her lip as it curled into a smirk. “I love to let go, to give into this animalistic level of celebration, dancing wildly and drinking the whole night through. Standing in the middle of a mosh pit and coming out frazzled and grinning. It takes a certain people to make me give up that much control, but it is always so worth it when I do.”

Your Biggest Pet Peeve:

She pursed her lips and let out a soft sigh. “The type of people who hold onto ignorance. Who will begrudge an entire race or culture, despite never having taken the time to understand it. Who refuse to acknowledge that individuals exist in every society.” She took a rather deep sip, setting the cup down with a soft ‘clink’. “I have seen the worst of many cultures.” Her eyes glided back and forth for a moment, as though she were remembering something specific, and after a moment, she spoke again. “But I have also seen the best. And, in my experience, there are far more admirable and exemplary folks in the world than there are drudges and ne’er-do-wells.”

Your Ambition for the Future:

A single, wispy chuckle slipped past her lips. “You know...I used to think that all I wanted was a family. A husband, some children...The whole package.” She closed her eyes for a moment, her smile never faltering. “But I have come to realize something over the years...It seems that no matter where my life has taken me, I have created my own little families. Wherever I go. Some people are already together, and they welcome me in. Other times, it seems that folks are drawn together for a purpose.” Her smile deepened as her face softened. “Family are the ones you love, and who often love you in return. I have no shortage of that in my life. If I had to decide on a single goal for the future, it would be to protect them. And to make myself better so that I never take for granted the love I’m given.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up:

She chuckled. “I believe there is less thought and more a disgruntled mess of limbs shifting out from beneath the sheets and pondering why, after all this time, she still occupies a room with sheer curtains.” A sigh and a smile. “All joking aside, I often have a routine or a schedule, I most often think about its completion or events of the previous days.”

What You Think About the Most:

The burgundy-haired woman sat back, bringing her hand to her chin. “I think about so many different things during the day. Where I’m supposed to be, who I’m supposed to be meeting with. Did shipments make it through, are quarreling merchants getting along.” She chuckled quietly. “I think of my family as well. Those closest to me. I wonder about them everyday. Has Taria gotten into any trouble? How are things going in Lakeshire? Is Susan feeling alright? How are things in Mistfall? Halfhill? Ratchet?” She smiled. “Those are the more important things that I think about.”

What You Think About Before Bed:

A soft laugh. “So much. There are a thousand things on my mind, and they all seem to rise to the surface when I am trying to sleep.” She smiled. “A good day leaves me with warm thoughts. Thoughts of family and friends and future happiness.” Her smile faded somewhat. “Bad days...Well...those do bring out the worst in us.”

You Think Your Best Quality Is:

She clicked her tongue. “You know...I’m not really certain how I feel about that. I suppose from a simplistic perspective, I enjoy listening to people’s stories. Giving comfort where its needed. But different people need different things. My best quality, I think, is whatever I can give to someone who needs it when they need it. Doing what I can to brighten someone's day or ease a harsh blow is something I strive for and cherish.”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates:

”Hm...Well, its all situational, isn't it? Private dates tend to be far more romantic and meaningful. A chance to spend time with your partner or partners and bond together over dinner or a stroll or some such thing.” She grinned. “But group dates can be quite fun. And practical, for that matter. But being able to enjoy the company of a friendly couple while enjoying your own partner is a treat in and of itself.”

To be Loved or Respected:

”This is difficult...The two can go hand-in-hand, and yet they can be so far separated...” She thought for a moment. “Personally, though, I can say I prefer to be loved. To have some emotional investment with the people I know. That’s not always great for business, but I have found that, sometimes, it is simply easier to gain love than respect. And, if I’m honest, to truly love someone, there is always a certain amount of respect that comes along with it.”

Beauty or Brains:

She laughed. “Is it shallow of me to answer ‘both’?” A smile crept over her lips. “I suppose I find myself in the fortunate position of recognizing beauty in individual features. Some of the most haggard and torn-up orcs have the most intense, beautiful eyes. They practically shine in the light, echoes of their trials and everything that made them who they are. Elves might often pride themselves on vanity, but even the most disfigured of them have a certain grace to their movements that is simply intoxicating. I love people, and I love to look at people. All people. To hear their stories and watch the way their eyes light up or their mannerisms shift. It is hard to see one without the other. Everyone has positive traits, brains and beauty, and I am blessed to find it in nearly everyone I meet.”

Dogs or Cats:

“I should not own pets. I have a horrible track record.” She chuckled. “I love the independence of cats. Their sleek, sneaky appearance and soft, fluffy fur.” Her smile deepened into a smirk. “But one Miss Clover has given me a personal love of big, wrinkly, drooling dogs.” She laughed, fond memories of the canine flowing through her mind.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie:

She bit into her lip. “As little as possible. I try to be honest with most people, but there are a few things I prefer to keep to myself. I do not often lie without a very good reason.”

Believe in Yourself:

”I think...I am starting to. I never put much thought into it, if I’m honest. I was always so focused on the people around me to worry about whether I could or couldn’t do something. It came down to need. And the ability to get something done despite the consequence. But from a personal perspective? I believe that I am beginning to see exactly who I am and figuring out what I can do.”

Believe in Love:

A bright smile spread over her face. “Of course I do. There is so much love in this world. All different kinds. And it is all beautiful. The bond between partners, between parents and their children, even the simple love of enjoying the company of a companion. It is one of the most wondrous things this world can offer.”

Want Someone:

“Of course I do. I love building new friendships, the wild trysts with strangers or the passionate embrace of a dear friend. The platonic cuddling that comes with spending time together to the rough, fiery sex that builds an intense evening.” She smirked. “There is always someone to want, for so many different reasons.”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage:

She chuckled. “Often, though many times my stage has been a table or a tavern floor. I love to perform. To dance or sing to entertain those around me and bring a little ray of light into their lives. The feeling of livening up an entire room is indescribable, and an experience I cherish.”

Done Drugs:

A slight nod came from the half-elf. “I have. Many times. Sometimes to lift up an otherwise dreary evening, but often to cope with life’s hardships. I believe them to be a necessary evil at times, and an enjoyable addition to a pleasant night at others. Responsibility and proper indulgence is key. Overdoing something like that...it simply makes life disappear. Life cannot be only positive experiences or a grey mass of neutrality. Life’s ups and downs is what shapes us.” She paused for a moment to think. “I do understand, though, those who prefer an intoxicated existence to facing reality. Sometimes the negatives are just too much.”

Changed Who You Were to Fit In:

A finger idly traced the scarred curve of her ear as she tucked a strand of hair behind it. “You could say that. I’m not particularly proud of some of my past actions, but I think there is a certain something to be said for changing your behavior to offer comfort or to suit your work. You can often find miserable people putting on smiles for customers or friends pulling each other away to distract from something that might otherwise be on their mind. I wouldn’t say I change myself to fit in. That is...very much the wrong wording, especially these days. However, I do find myself adapting mannerisms and conversation to suit the people around me. I don’t see it as changing who I am, simply how I am perceived.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color:

”Hm...I enjoy floral colors. Natural colors. For myself, at least. They’re calming and beautiful and I love to surround myself with them. Particularly th colors of lavender and pale roses.”

Favorite Animal:

A laugh slipped out. “Well, I do seem to have a certain affinity for wolves.” She leaned back, crossing her legs. “I would have to say that I love birds, however. Such beautiful feathers, and so free. As a child, I made friends with a little raven that lived within our settlement. I used to leave her little piles of seeds and such. She had no fear around me. One day, after some time had passed, she landed on my shoulder. I was terrified.” She chuckled. “We had some very unfriendly creatures around. But she just looked at me with those round little eyes. We stood in silence for a long time before she took off. From then on, we shared a close bond. I named her Apple. I haven’t the foggiest idea why.” She laughed.

Favorite Food:

”I love salads. Anything with a lot of fresh fruits or vegetables. While I do not mind meat dishes, I certainly prefer a vegetarian meal. I can’t say I’m very fond of sweets, either, but truthfully, I’ve simply learned not to be picky over the years.” She chuckled.

Favorite Game:

“I’ve always liked cards and dice. I’ve never been very good at most of the games, but I find there to be a sort of rush in it that’s unique to them. A few years ago, I was introduced to a Pandaren game, Jihui. A game in which the goal is for both players to win? It was fate.” She smiled.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: September 29th How Old Will You Be: 31 Age You Lost Your Virginity: 15 Does Age Matter:

She glanced up for a moment. “In the matter of morality involving underage couplings with of-age and older people, I believe it does.” Her gaze softened as she set back. “As far as say, should someone in their twenties be able to love someone in their fifties, I believe that age does not matter in that situation. In-between two consenting adults, age is just a number.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality:

A soft laugh came with a shake of her head. “I enjoy a man who can make me laugh. Who is powerful and confident, but not overbearing. Someone accepting who cares about others and it shows.” She smirked. “I also seem to have a weakness for loud-mouthed men, but I like to think that those wonderful things lay beneath the surface.” Another small chuckle. “In all, though, I like an open-mind. Someone who is willing to hear out other viewpoints, even if they do not agree with them. Someone who does not hate for the sake of hate, nor love for the sake of love. A genuine person.”

Best Eye Color:

Her eyes closed for a moment, and she sighed happily. “They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that’s the case, I must have a particular love for architecture. There are so many fascinating eyes in the world. In particular, I find myself drawn to those light-colored and intense. Blues and greys and greens. There is something to be said for the glow of elven eyes as well. Almost a shade. A mystery. Until you are so close that you can see the deep, jeweled detail and it sets your heart fluttering.”

Best Hair Color:

“I’m afraid I do not have much of a conscious preference, though I do find myself attracted to darker-haired men. Of course, I do have a love of color, and the sheer variety of colors and styles on so many different people makes this little inter part of me just squeal with delight.” She chuckled.

Best thing to do with a Partner:

“My favorite moments...” She began a bit breathlessly, as though thinking back. “Are the quiet ones. The spontaneous picnics or dinners at home. I love those moments. There’s no distraction, no great focus to draw you from a nice conversation or laugh about the day’s experiences.” She breathed a happy little sigh as her body relaxed. “And then there are the passionate nights. Quiet or rowdy, it doesn’t really matter. That moment at the very end, after you’re worn to your core and the passion is fleeting and all you want to do is rest. And the arms that wrap around you or the body that you hold close is so in tune with you and you with them.” She brushed a tear from her eye, a smile still softly lingering. “Those deep conversations that are entirely silent...Those are the best things.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: deeply. I feel: calm. I hide: too much. I miss: many people. I wish: for happiness and health.

Tagged by: @murkeyglglgl

Tagging: @jakefletcher @susan-gampre @high-inquisitor @demetrius-devereaux @emilia-duskfeather @eilitheduskbringer @thesilentnikkithorpe @one-traveling-panda @downghostsbarrel @detective-alban-lou-hinford @lumenwolf @miss-breakfast @percy-von-gacy and anyone else who might like to do this! <3

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the-littlest-voidsent · 7 years ago

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ONE PLACE ♦ The Mists Housing District in La Noscea

TWO VILLAINS ♦ Whatever Babysitter She Has This Week Standing Between Her and ADVENTURE ♦ Voidsent Hunters

THREE RELATIONSHIPS ♦ N’theya and Clover: N’theya looks up to her adoptive mother; in her view, she’s the coolest, most bad-ass adventurer ever! Even if she is kinda strict and worries a lot over her. She tries to be good, but it’s hard when adventure is calling your name and you can pick the lock to get outside and answer the call. She usually gets along well with her mother, and adores helping her in the kitchen....when sweets are involved, anyways. She sometimes follows her mother out on her adventures and jobs; while she says it’s because of ‘adventure’, she just doesn’t like being away from her for extended periods of time. ♦N’theya and Rah: The small voidling is still a little in awe of the older chimera, who’s definitely made it onto her ‘cool’ list. N’theya has enjoyed talking with Rah; because he’s ‘like her’, she doesn’t have to focus on acting like a Spoken when she’s not one, and he’s able to tell her more about their kind without the usual bias the books she’s read hold. She doesn’t fully comprehend some of the things he talks about, but she does her damnedest to follow. She knows her mother wouldn’t approve of some of the lessons he’s taught, but they make sense to her. She admires Rah for how cool and knowledgeable he is, and how kind he’s been to her. She looks forward to talking with him more, and sharing more sweets with him. She is still planning to get/help make him a nameday cake, even if he doesn’t have one, because everyone deserves a nameday cake in her book.

♦N’theya and Allie: Allie is a huge inspiration to N’theya, and one of her favorite aunties. The pirate captain has been a terrible influence on the child, but N’theya loves her lessons, like how to pick locks and how stealing is only wrong if you get caught. N’theya absolutely loves when Auntie Allie babysits, and she’s one of the few babysitters N’theya won’t go out of her way to escape from. As bad of an influence as she may be, she does make sure that nothing happens to the voidal child, and does a surprisingly good job with her. N’theya adores spending time with her, especially when they’re out on the open seas in her ship, and loves hearing the tales of her exploits and criminal adventures. Her psuedo-aunt is one of the biggest reasons N’theya has said she wants to be a pirate when she grows up.

FOUR ITEMS ♦ Plushies: N’theya collects stuffed animals of various shapes, sizes, and materials, absolutely loving the tactile feel of them. When she has extra pocket money, if it it’s not going towards sweets, it’s probably going towards another plushie for her hoard. Her favorite is a stuffed Ahriman, which she’ll usually curl up with when resting, or when she chooses to sleep to pass the time away. ♦ Wind-Up Doll: N’theya has a small wind-up doll her mother got for her, and it still makes her light up when she thinks of it. The doll is in a dark dress, floats, and has a little friend, just like her! It’s a little thing, but the doll helps her feel like she ‘fits in’ just a little more. (( Wind-Up Edda Doll )) ♦ Link Pearl Earring: A small, ornate purple earring that resembles Dalamud, gifted to her by her friend, Rah. N’theya usually wears it on her person at all times, both because of it’s use and her appreciation for the gift. She adores the colors of it, and has a tendency to take it off and hold it up to the light when idling, admiring the colors scintillating in the light. ♦ Dossier: N’theya keeps a hand-drawn ‘dossier’ of all her friends and loved ones, as well as people she’s met she’d rather avoid. (( The latter being kept towards the back. )) The book contains crayon drawings of those she’s met, and her own hand-written notes on the people.

FIVE CHARACTERS ♦ Dedede Dede ♦ I’rarei Tholomyes ♦ Chigusa Kusaka ♦ Eisa Devir ♦ O’raha Nunh

SIX MOMENTS ♦ Monster: When N’theya was summoned, and Clover’s circle of friends found out, arguments broke out, most vouching for killing and banishing the small voidsent, with Clover having to argue for the small infantile voidsent. Then came the discussions of them warning her mother that she would be ‘put down’ if she grew to become a threat. Unbeknownst to them, N’theya remembers this. All of it. She remembers those closest to her talking so casually about killing her, which has led to a lot of self-doubt when it comes to her identity and sense of worth. ♦ Out of the Darkness and Into the Sun: N’theya still remembers when she was first summoned, though the memories are a little hazy for her. She still remembers experience light and warmth for the first time, and snuggling into her mother’s arms, the warmth and comfort her embrace held, the smell of vellichor and ink heavy in the air... This is where her adventure and her life in Eorzea technically started. ♦ Anyway, This Cake is Great: N’theya got to be a flower girl at her Auntie Dedede’s wedding, in which the smol voidchild discovered she -adores- weddings. She doesn’t really understand the concept behind them; all she knows is that there’s a giant cake, and she gets to throw flowers at people, and that the adults were talking about ‘tax benefits’. N’theya had a blast, and then spent a couple of months trying to get her mother to have a wedding so she could do it all again, not understanding why her mom got blustery over it. ♦ See The Line Where The Sky Meets the Sea: Her first day out at sea is one she’ll never forget; the smell of salt and the cry of birds, and water as far as the eye could see. She’d always loved the sea, having grown up by it, but to be out on it was absolutely exhilarating. To feel the ocean breeze through her hair, and light spattering of the seat against her skin... As a child who relishes in tactile and sensory stimuli, getting to sail on the sea was incredible! She spent the entire trip on deck, moving from one side to the other, marvelling over the little details, like how the light refracted off the waves, or how the waves rocking the boat felt under her feet. ♦ She’s Up All Night Till The Sun: The first night she had her new little friend, Nym, she spent most of the evening playing with her new little friend. Her and the bat spent most of the night playing, and ‘eeking’ at one another. It was a great bonding experience for the two! However, it was less-than-great for Clover, who was trying to sleep in the next room.... ♦ I’m Not a Hero, No..: Once upon a time, N’theya wanted to grow up to be a hero, like her mother is in her eyes. She didn’t really understand the motives behind helping people, but she saw how brave and smart her mother was, and how happy people seemed to be with her for her actions and deeds, and she craved that sort of positive attention. (And still does, to be honest.) But the more she learned, the more she saw how her kind was treated, hunted, hated, branded monsters.... and monsters can’t be heroes. Monsters don’t get those warm welcomes, people aren’t happy to see them arrive... She never mentions wanting to be a hero anymore.

SEVEN QUOTES ♦ “Pancakes?” - Once N’theya learned there was a sweet that was acceptable for mealtime consumption, she began to request it incessantly. It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t need to eat, she loves the light and fluffy texture of pancakes, and the sweetness and stickiness of the syrup or honey that goes on them. Luckily for her, Clover doesn’t mind humoring her, and pancakes have become a morning staple at their house. (( N’theya is still trying to make them a lunch and dinner food as well )) ♦ “How come everyone else gets to be themselves, gets told to ‘stay true to yourself’, but I got to be someone else?!” - The words had come, sharp and biting and full of tears, frustration straining in every word. It had been the culmination of her watching others, seeing how they interacted with each other, the little encouragements shared between friends and family. Her outburst had come seemingly out of nowhere to her mother, but had been building and growing in the little one for quite some time. She gets tired of hiding who she is, because she likes being herself. ♦ “Hm...I won’t tell...but it’ll cost you...” - Usually followed by whatever sweet she’s craving. The little one has no qualms about extorting those around her for sweets, usually by finding out something she shouldn’t and threatening to tell. As it is, it usually isn’t too bad; she isn’t the best at long-term thinking yet, so usually just one ‘payment’ of cookies and sweets and she’ll forget about it. (( Almost literally; ask her in a couple days and she’ll probably have let it slip her mind. )) ♦ “It’s only bad if you get caught!” - Sadly, a line she learned from her Aunt Allie...and several other of her ‘aunties’, much to her mother’s chagrin. Luckily, it’s not something that N’theya falls upon too closely; the line usually comes out when it comes to the small one snagging sweets without asking or paying for them. ♦ “I tried to be good, really, I did!” - N’theya does her best to be the kind of ‘good’ those around her want, but it’s hard. It’s hard for her to abide by all these rules and social niceties that she doesn’t fully understand, to act like the others when she isn’t like them. She tries to grasp their sense of morality, but it doesn’t really click with her, and there’s a very good chance it never really will. She tries, but it’s hard when what she wants often goes against what she’s been told. ♦ “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you...” - Her voice had been gentle and soft as she held the little Ahriman in her arms, the beady little eye tilting back to look up at her. The sentiment has been repeated numerous times; the small eyeball was never the brightest, and often finds itself stuck in things or under things. As N’theya puts it: “He’s stupider, but that’s okay. I’m here to take care of him.” She also has said the same thing to her baby bat, Nym, and often carries the small critter nestled up to her chest, or in a pocket to keep him warm. ♦ “I want to go home...” - For N’theya, home is the little tea-house overlooking the sea, where she spent the first years of her life, where she’d lived with her friends and family. They’ve recently moved, and she still isn’t adjusting well. The Lavender Beds are okay, and the bookshop is nice, but it’s not home. She just wants to go home, and for things to go back to the way they were, and it upsets her that she can’t. Tagged by: @aetherochemistry Tagging: @rahelauillces @herocatte @whitemxge @gardanewhiterose

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skeletonwithabowtie · 8 years ago

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost, don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @themisfitmouse TAGGING. Uh... @pxmpkinprincess, @sallowscripts (any muse), @snake-eyes-11 (any muse), @thesundowncrew (any muse. Please. Don’t do all three), @outlandishboogiegirl (any muse), @supernatural-sister, uh... Clover already tagged a bunch of people I would have picked... And anyone who has a free hour and wants amazing character development!

(Sorry about the length. I’ve put it under a read-more after a point)

BASICS. FULL NAME : Jack Skellington NICKNAME : Alright, here we go: Jacky Boy, Skellington, Bone Man, Bone Daddy, Taibhse (Tabby), Mister Unlucky, Pumpkin King, Skeleton Jack, ‘Get out of My House’ AGE : I have no idea. He doesn’t either. Over a thousand, at least. He acts like a 6 year old, a 10 year old and a 40 year old depending on the situation. :| BIRTHDAY : Funny you should ask this. We actually don’t know. I’ve been here for over three years and we’ve never decided on a birthday. At this rate we might just have to pick a day. ETHNIC GROUP : Skeleton/Ghoul/Spirit NATIONALITY : Hallowe’en Town LANGUAGE / S : English, Irish. Dabbles in a few other languages including French, German and Spanish. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Asexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Hetero demi-romantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Married happily to @pumpkinqueensally CLASS : Technically, higher-class. HOME TOWN / AREA : Hallowe’en Town CURRENT HOME : Skellington Manor, Hallowe’en Town. PROFESSION : Pumpkin King, Master Scarer, Hallowe’en Organiser, Spirit Guardian

PHYSICAL. HAIR : .... Skull. But in the human form, it’s dark brown and mostly short. There are some longer strands that can fall over his eyes. For the most part, these are all combed back neatly. EYES : .... Eyesockets. Sometimes there’s an orange flame at the back of them. In the human form, they are a dark brown. They shine with curiosity. NOSE : .... Nose cavities. But in the human form, it is long with a little curve. FACE : .... Skull. But in the human form, his face is long with defined cheekbones and a rounded jaw. LIPS : Surprisingly, he has lips. They are marked with vertical ‘etches’. In the human form, they are narrow, a shade darker than his normal skin tone. COMPLEXION : .... A skeleton has a complexion? In the human form, he is pale. BLEMISHES : Nothing comes to mind? SCARS : An indent on one of his neck bones from having the rope around his neck in his scarecrow form. He also has a scar on the top of his right femur, which is where the bone healed after a crack. TATTOOS : None~ HEIGHT : 6′10″ WEIGHT : Uh.... According to Google, the average weight of a skeleton is roughly 30 pounds?? BUILD : S-K-E-L-E-T-O-N. Human disguise, on the other hand, is tall and lithe. He looks like an individual who is very active, but not intensely so. FEATURES : His height makes him stick out like a sore thumb in Hallowe’en Town. His mouth (and skull in general) is unusually animated for a skull, and can stretch nearly the width of his skull. ALLERGIES : Pink and cute. Nothing comes to mind off-hand. USUAL HAIR STYLE : The human form usually has the hair combed back in three parts. However, if he isn’t paying attention, some longer strands can fall forward onto his face. USUAL FACE LOOK : The skull, as mentioned before, is lively and animated. A lack of eyes makes it difficult to determine his mood. However, rest assured that he is observing with interest. USUAL CLOTHING : A well-fitted pinstripe suit. It is black with narrow white stripes. Compared to the traditional pinstripe suit, the stripes look slightly haphazard. In place of a tie, a bowtie sits at the bottom of his neck. It is in the shape of a bat, with the wings mirroring the stripes on the suit to create the illusion of veins.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Due to being the Master of Fright, Jack does not have fears. Even so, he is keenly aware of the passage of time. As a practically immortal being, he will have to watch those he cares about grow old and die. He knows it isn’t a comforting thing. ASPIRATION / S : Simply put, he wants to help Hallowe’en become better and better every year! But personally? He wants to do what’s best. He has always believed in redemption, using violence as a last resort. So in a way, he strives to help others see beyond ‘reputations’ and past experiences. POSITIVE TRAITS : Honest, Loyal, Dedicated, Child-like, Love of learning, Energetic, NEGATIVE TRAITS : Impulsive, Obsessive, Stubborn, Prone to being self-centered, Chatterbox MBTI : PROTAGONIST (ENFJ-A) ZODIAC : See the ‘birthday’ question TEMPERAMENT : Jolly SOUL TYPE / S : Leader/Spiritualist ANIMALS : Prairie Dog! VICE HABIT / S : He talks with his hands sometimes, using them to make gestures (often dramatically). When by himself, more of these vices emerge. He cracks his bones, and he will drop everything to focus on a new thought FAITH : While Jack’s origins are based in Celtic times, Jack himself has no religious faith. However, he is fully supportive of everyone else’s beliefs (or lack of) and will try to learn more about them if the opportunity arises. GHOSTS ? : His dog is a ghost. Enough said? AFTERLIFE ? : Hallowe’en Town is considered an ‘afterlife’ to some species. REINCARNATION ? : Jack will neither confirm nor deny if he has met someone who has been reincarnated. ALIENS ? : VERY HOPEFUL. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : He himself is the Pumpkin King, but this is a title rather than his position. Politics aren’t really a thing, though. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : He would be considered ‘wealthy’, but it’s not something that’s isn’t required to survive. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : As the Pumpkin King, he’s held in high regard. His word is considered law. EDUCATION LEVEL : He has a high level of education, and has furthered this through acquiring new books and self-learning.

FAMILY. (Personal note. Due to different relations with different characters, I easily confuse myself between the ‘main’ verse and side-steps of this. Consider the family information the basics, but bear in mind these will change depending on who he’s interacting with. @.@ ) FATHER : None, technically. MOTHER : None, technically. SIBLINGS : None, technically. EXTENDED FAMILY : His wife, Sally, and Doctor Finklestein (a father-in-law). NAME MEANING / S : ‘Jack’ was chosen due to his turnip head being linked to the jack-o-lantern. ‘Skellington’ is a pun. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : I... Don’t think this applies to Jack.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : Too many to list! At the moment, he’s fascinated with historical books. MOVIE : He hasn’t seen many movies, if any. 5 SONGS : Very flexible in music genres. But his only proper interaction with music is with the Hallowe’en Town band. DEITY : He will always have a soft spot for Celtic deities. HOLIDAY : Hallowe’en! Followed closely by Christmas! MONTH : September! (surprise!) SEASON : Autumn! PLACE : Spiral Hill! WEATHER : Crisp autumn mornings. SOUND : Autumn leaves crunching on the ground, the wind blowing through the trees, the chatter of the local ghouls, Sally’s singing, fire crackling. SCENT / S : Wood fires, new books, cinnamon TASTE / S : Hot chocolate, jellybeans. (He’s a skeleton, he doesn’t need to eat, so his experiences in taste are rather limited) FEEL / S : Sally’s arms around his shoulders, snow, the warmth of a fire, the attack hug of someone close to him. ANIMAL / S : Dogs NUMBER : Thirteen COLOUR : Orange

EXTRA. TALENTS : Scaring, pumpkin carving, fire creation and manipulation, acrobatics, dancing, public speaking. BAD AT : Using technology, Detecting sarcasm, understanding when he should stop and think about what he’s doing, maintaining a proper sleep pattern TURN ONS : TURN OFFS : HOBBIES : Reading, Exploring, pumpkin carving, violin playing TROPES : Here. :P AESTHETIC TAGS : ........ I don’t have any. GPOY QUOTES : ... A what now?

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Himself. ALT FC / S : M.att Smith OLDER FC / S : None, but I was jokingly considering C.hris Sarandon or B.ill Nye YOUNGER FC / S : Hm... None. VOICE CLAIM / S : His own voice, so.. D.anny Elfman/ C.hris Sarandon. GENDERBENT FC / S : Nah.

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : I hate to inform you, but that’s already a thing. My portrayal of Jack is based on the movie, so his personality and whatnot are more or less the same. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : See A1. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : Okay, so basically, Jack arrived at my house January 2013 and was like ‘HEY DID YOU HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS??’ and hasn’t left since. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : It actually started when I was 12. I actually completely missed the online fandom since the extent of my internet knowledge was y.outube. I knew of Jack, and three songs. But I didn’t see the movie for about... I wanna say 6 months after I discovered the songs. I dunno though. I’m not entirely sure why I liked him though. Probably because he could sing. Who knows?

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : Regarding him himself? I think the fact that despite his love of research and learning, he’s impulsive and can make decisions too fast without considering the implications.

In general? I think everyone knows how I hate him being a mascot of the ‘g.oth and e.mo culture when he’s so bubbly. Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : ....... The mun/muse line blurs dangerously sometimes. It might be dangerous for me to keep writing him in the long-term. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : Honestly I’m too nervous to ask him because I hate asking people things like this aaaa

Ash is a charming human. Honestly, I fell she is a little too lazy for her own good sometimes, but what she is interested in she will pursue it with such vigour! Honestly, have you heard her talking about those electronic games? Mind-boggling.

I must admit, I am proud of what she has achieved. For someone who claims to not work well on long-term projects, she has managed to perform excellently.

~Jack (who hijacked this questionnaire because Ash didn’t want to ‘cause a fuss) Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : .... Why do you ask such hard questions? I can’t possibly start singling out individuals but... Jack has had some amazing interactions over the years. Befriending villains, being a father to his children, adopting others as his own, meeting strangers because he was hopelessly lost... It’s honestly been amazing. Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : It comes really easy to me, actually. I’m at the stage where I can see something and go ‘yep. Jack would do that’. In fact, as I was skimming the questions earlier I was mentally answering them. Those personality quizzes were completed faster than I could probably do them for myself! Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : I started at 10.20pm. It’s now... 11.50pm. :D

#skullcanon #holy crap this was long but worth it #I'm putting the results of the personality tests in another post because I haven't preoprly read them yet xD #Thank you for the tag! <3

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