#but she has a found family so everything’s okie dokie :3

[malicious-spectrum]

MINTMINTMINTMINTMINTMINTMINTMINTMINTMINTMINT

Also best dad (Leander) but MOSTLY MINT.

tag that of that you’ve gave it thousands of soul crushing trauma, 272927292729228282728 mental illnesses and tons of more infinite suffering yet you manage to make them function at least a bit

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[ambalambs]

Okay another question! Tell me a little bit about each member of Miko's adopted family and his relationships with each of them please! <3

Okie dokie! Gonna toss this one under a cut too in case I get carried away again lol also kinda nervous to share info on basically npcs ive made for my oc but we're gonna choose to ignore the cringe in this house!

Okay so first since ive already talked a bit about her before is miko's adopted mom. Her name is Fiona u3u she's the rock of the household obviously. She keeps the kids and even her husband in line but she is so so compassionate. Her grandfather was an instrument maker and he'd play them too so she was raised around music which miko was very fortunate to stumble on a family that had that kind of background (perhaps there were some higher power at play there that guided him to this specific family. We may never know lol) she and miko get along sooo well he adores his mom. She's had to drag him around by the ear a few times tho while he was growing up lol but she has always been very good at reading him which when it comes to miko who is master at hiding his pain, she was always the first one to be like nuh uh come talk to me lol

Next is his dad, Brynstan. Miko's mom always lovingly calls him Bryn for short. Miko's dad is a good and simple guy. He's just a farmer lol he'd much rather not think about what's going on in the rest of the crazy world and only focus on his crops and chocobo and family. It took him a bit to really figure out how to be with miko when he was a kid. Like he came to love him a lot and seeing him as his own son but there were a lot of "what am I even doing" moments for him. But miko was always the biggest help to him around the farm and never complained and always found silly ways to make him smile. Their relationship is good of course but there's like this shadow over them I think that they both have always felt that for miko its like "You're my dad and I love you but you aren't the dad that I was supposed to need" if that makes sense? Considering the situation of Miko's real dad was always left as a mystery. But still his adopted dad is a really good guy who only ever did his very best by him ;u;

Now for his siblings lol his little brother's name is Dustan and oh boy are he and miko a pair. They would constantly tease and pester each other. Dustan would always get a kick out of pulling miko's tail or blowing on his ears to make them flick and just drive miko insane lol they never got into any serious fights tho it was just lots of brother teasing. Dustan was just a toddler when miko joined the family and was the one who actually coined the name miko for him. His little kid talk would try to say miqote but itd just come out as miko and so he'd just pitter patter around the house after miko repeating mikomikomiko over and over until it just became a thing lol miko just kinda accepted it since it seemed well enough to have a new name for a new life. But now that his brother is older they still tease each other but just not as much. Deep down dunstan kinda has a bit of nervousness around him since his big brother is now some big crazy super hero wol out there killing gods. Probably wouldn't be wise to pull the tail of a guy with that kind of power anymore, which miko notices that a bit in him but he tries to not let it bother him and tries to act like things are the same as they always were between them.

And lastly he has a little sister named Bayla. She was born not long after miko was taken in so miko has been there a part of her life since day one. And oh gosh she is just precious. Definitely has her mom's temperament but she is super gentle and has a bit of an adventurer's heart in finding wonder in everything she encounters in the world. She definitely looks up to miko a lot and she'd follow him around like a little duckling when they were kids. And miko was so good with her, he would braid her hair and put flowers in it, he'd let her follow him out on his little ventures in the woods and teach her all the things he learned from his miqo'te tribe and teach her songs and just all sorts of things. They were bestest buddies and she definitely took it the hardest in the family when he decided to leave and explore the world. Every time they get a letter from miko tho she's the first to rush into the house and excitedly beg their mom to read it outloud to the family lol him being the wol is the coolest thing to her, except the moments when she hears the stories of the really awful things he's had to fight from people in town spouting his legends. Its hard for her to know if its true or not when miko doesn't include some of those tales in his letters. She won't admit it tho but she is a teensy bit jealous of the twins cuz they get to adventure with her brother and why can't she gosh darnnit! She has half a mind to join the adventurers guild herself so she can go with him but her mom keeps trying to stop her lol she's still too young for that. But anyway I've rambled off about her a lot more than the others oops but yeah she and miko are super close and he misses and thinks about her a lot ;u;

Also just as an aside miko and his siblings would sometimes hang out in his room way past their bedtime and play triple triad. Theyd get scolded every time they got caught xD

But yeah thats the family! I hope that was kinda the info you were looking for. Its probably not terribly exciting since they're honestly just a very simple family living in a quiet spot out in gridania territory. For miko when he comes home after some of his adventures its always kinda jarring for him cuz its almost like time stands still there for him, not much changes except his siblings getting older. Miko does worry a lot tho that any enemies he's made out there will find out about them and come back and hurt them to get to him so he does try to keep as little information about them as possible from reaching the public eye.

[frangipanilove]

My take on 10x18 Find Me

When I first watched episode 10x18 Find Me, I was overwhelmed by how much symbolism there was in it, and I don’t think I was the only one who felt this way.

I’ve previously written a couple of posts about something I like to call the three/tree/trunk symbolism, or “Trunk Resurrection” part 1 and part 2, and I’ll refer to those for further reading to avoid this getting too long. I have a feeling it'll be long enough as it is, because there were so many amazing talking points in Find Me.

One of the first things we see in Find Me are the weird spikes/prongs sticking out of a tree. Later we see them sticking out of the doorframe of the front door in Leah’s  cabin. This is where I refer to the Trunk Resurrection posts for simplicity’s sake, but the short story is, I read the number “three” as synonymous with both «tree» and «trunk».

This is because in Still, we saw Beth and Daryl hiding in the trunk of a car. We also saw the number «3» written on the inside of the trunk, suggesting that «3» and «trunk» are synonymous. In Find Me, we saw Leah and Daryl hide behind the trunk of a tree. The tree trunk is a different representation of the «trunk» symbol, but it essentially symbolize the same thing, it is tool TPTB use to symbolize how Beth was saved from the walker horde some of us imagine surprised TF after Coda. I believe, like many of us do, that TF placed Beth in the trunk of a car after they had to run to get away from the approaching walker horde. They put her in the trunk of a car (foreshadowed by the trunk in Still and Alone) to save her from being eaten, and intended to return to her later to give her a proper burial. When they returned, she was «gone».

So when we see Daryl and Leah hide behind the trunk of the three, it’s the trunk symbolism we’re seeing. And the three spikes/prongs are also representations of the three/tree/trunk symbolism, because three/tree/trunk are synonomous.

The three prongs/spikes were placed on a wooden doorframe, the door was made of wood, and it had a big X, or cross, on it. And like I mentioned, I’m not going into the details of the three/tree/trunk theory here, but the way we see them laid out in this episode  pretty much confirms that these symbols are meant to be interpreted together. The three’s, the trees and the trunks are symbols which I read as pointing to the place where Beth was placed after Coda. Whether it was a real trunk, or a symbolical trunk, that we won’t know until we see it. And in the case of Leah’s cabin, I’m actually leaning towards interpreting the entire cabin as a trunk reference. It was painted blue, (blue clue theory), it was made of wood, and etymologically the word «trunk» can refer to a box, a coffin (think Daryl’s «bed» of choice in Still), the trunk of a car, a tomb (empty?), a carnival ride car as we saw with Rick in 7x12, a shipping container as we saw at the garbage heaps, or maybe even a music box. The «trunk» symbol can refer to a number of things. So when I say that Beth was placed in the trunk of a car after Coda, it could literally mean the trunk of a car, or any of the above.

So! Back to Leah’s cabin. There’s a door, it’s made of wood, it’s marked with three prongs/spikes on the doorframe, and it has an X on it. These are all references to the three/tree/trunk family of symbolism.

And directly on the inside of the door, we see Dog lead Carol to the hiding place, where the box with Daryl’s note is «buried» underneath the floor boards. The picture of Leah’s son Matthew is also buried there. It was not lost on me that Leah covers the hiding place with an animal hide, and I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling fairly confident that it is a deer hide. We’ve seen time and again that TPTB use deer to symbolize Beth, and it’s only appropriate that one of the ways they make Beth references on this show is by utilizing a deer HIDE.

Get it? Something that’s hidden? Unseen? Buried? Represented by a deer HIDE? Makes perfect sense to me. Also, make sure to read read @twdmusicboxmystery‘s theory on deer symbolism. It has always been one of my favorites.

I’ll get back to the buried box shortly, but I want to make sure we all take a moment to appreciate how when we first saw the picture of Leah and Mathew, it was sitting out. Daryl looked at it while tied up in Leah’s chair.

The next time we see it, it appears as though Leah has retrieved it from it’s hiding place under the floor boards. This indicates that she at one point decided hide it, or even «bury» it. She accidentally breaks the glass of the frame, something which wakes a sleeping Daryl. Yup, I’m side-eying the symbolism in that as well. Breaking the glass - someone wakes up. Oki doki, good to know, especially since we always see so much broken glass around Beth. She then shares with Daryl the story of how she came to be Matthew’s adoptive mom.

The next time we get a reference to the picture, is when Daryl returns to the cabin after Leah’s ultimatum. The box is no longer hidden, and the picture is just «gone». This whole mini-arc screams of Beth death fake-out to me. The picture was buried, then suddenly it’s gone? It always reeked of resurrection symbolism to me, and when the brilliant, eagle-eyed @wdway managed to dig up some truly sensational picture references, it really couldn't possibly refer to anything else. Make sure you familiarize yourself with her absolutely incredible discovery.

Anyway, I read the fact that the box is buried underneath the floorboards (and a deer hide) as a reference to the three/tree/trunk symbolism. The box represents a trunk/coffin/grave, and it’s «buried». As it should be, if it represents a grave. And ultimately, when Daryl returns, it is “gone”.

Also, I believe that we're supposed to interpret the fish mounted on the wall above the «buried» box as a sort of «grave marker». We have seen this type of fish several times in key scenes throughout the years, such as in the garage in 10x10, in Dwight’s room in the Sanctuary, in the mysterious cabin in season 3 where they found the dead dog and Daryl said «I guess Lassie came home» (get it? Lassie came home, as in “returned” home. Sirius symbolism), as well as in FTWD.

The fish can symbolize many things, but in this particular case it strikes me as something of a grave marker, indicating that there’s a «tomb» nearby. And in this case the tomb is the box with the picture and Daryl’s note, but ultimately it points to the «empty tomb symbolism», or as I like to call it, three/tree/trunk symbolism. The X/cross on the door also supports the notion of this being a «tomb», and as I mentioned, I’m increasingly inclined to consider the whole cabin a «tomb». Let's see how the remaining episodes plays out, but yeah, pretty much, the wood cabin = tomb/trunk symbolism. And it’s blue as well, so «blue clue theory».

This brings me to the revelation I had when I first tried to make sense of this episode. I eventually realized that Daryl did NOT enter through the front door with the X the first time he went there. After my initial confusion I realized that there are in fact TWO doors leading into Leah’s cabin. One, the front door, is the one I’ve already talked about, it’s the one with the X/cross. The other, the back door, is a whole different story.

We don’t see this door at any other point of the episode. I think that’s intentional, and it supports the idea that not everything is what it seems. It suggests that perhaps we’re not seeing things as they unfold in chronological order. Or, it suggests that our perspective is skewed. Something is off, and for many of us who operates under the assumption that Leah is either partly or fully a hallucination, this IMO supports and strenghtens the hallucination theory.

Now, let’s talk about the back door. Unlike the front door, it has no X. Instead, it has two parallel lines, two panels placed vertically side by side. This is huge! Huge, my friends!

Because if you've read my «Shane’s 22 Necklace Theory», your know how obsessed I am with symbolism that can be synthesized to consisting of the numbers two and ten. The X and the two parallel lines on the two doors in Leah’s cabin, can be read as roman numerals X (ten) and II (two). And I’ll simply refer to the «Shane’s 22 Necklace» post because otherwise this will get too long, but the reason I’m obsessed with those numbers is because we see them over and over in TWD, and particularly in scenes that are heavy on other TD symbolism. The poster of the «Get Well Soon» clock in Beth’s room in Slabtown pointed to 10.10. But of course, on an analog clock, the number 2 (hours) is at the same place as the number 10 (minutes). And the show uses these numbers interchangeably. So when we see a 10, we also could interpret it as a two.

Confusing, I know. And to confuse us even more, the number 11, which consists of two one’s, can also be read as «2», because one plus one is two. Further, in roman numerals, «2» is written like this: «II». I’m not a math person and numbers exhaust me, however, this is not about math, it’s about breaking a code. Because ultimately, the numbers point to Noah’s t-shirt. Remember, the one with the stylized Heron bird and the words «one one». The bird is the same one as the one on the painting Beth passed in Still when she said «we made it» and foreshadowed her own survival. We also saw the same painting in 8x2 around Rick, and it was foreshadowed as I explain in Noah's t-shirt theory.

But, back to the X  and the II on the doors in Leah’s cabin. Noah’s t-shirt theory originally came together when a scene from season 5 foreshadowed the reappearance of the blue heron painting in 8x2.

And later that season I realized that the «one one» on Noah's t-shirt also pointed towards episode 11, again because «11» consists of the numbers 1 and 1, or simply «one one».

(And I have zero idea of how to arrange the pics in a way that makes them look pretty, so apologies)

And that made a lot of sense, because in episode  8x11 we saw numerous other Beth symbols. We saw the radio, which is a Sirius symbol because of its connotation to Sirius Satellite Radio. We saw a serious (Sirius) piggybank, a callback to Beth and Daryl’s serious (Sirius) piggyback from Alone. Father Gabriel lost an eye, making him the new resident Sirius figure (a callback to the one eyed dog from Alone).

In season 9 episode 14, we saw Daryl and Michonne get fancy new scars, orchestrated by a very mean, manipulative lady and some seriously scary kids. The mean lady dies before the episode is over, however the scars remain. In 10x7 we saw Daryl’s back again, and we could clearly see his X shaped scar, but also a couple of parallel lines. At the time, I wondered if this was a way of foreshadowing something in episode 10x11 Morningstar, and now I fully believe that it was.

Remember how I said above that the 10x10 Slabtown clock could point to both episode 10x10 and 10x11 (because the numbers 11, 10 and 2 can be read as different variations of the same number). It later became clear that episode 10x11 was to be called “Morningstar”. To me, that pretty much confirmed that the scars was a foreshadow. In the Sirius/North Star master post from a few years ago I go through the Sirius symbolism carefully and in great detail, so I’ll just point to that post because this is already long enough. But a key element of the Sirius symbolism is that Sirius, the brightest star on the night sky, disappears for a while, and returns before dawn one day. Therefore, Sirius is sometimes referred to as the Morning Star (another Morning Star is Venus, which of course is not a star at all, it is a planet, and I have a Venus theory in the works as well, but for now, let’s focus on Sirius as the Morning Star). I’ve always interpreted Sirius symbolism as something that’s about to «return», because of how Sirius actually returns on the night sky after having been «gone».

So, I felt pretty certain that something significant was going to happen in 10x11. And it did. For starters, Eugene agreed to meet up with Stephanie over radio, so there’s a theme of meeting other communities, and communication (also, remember radios are Sirius symbols, and Alexandria’s radio originally came from the Radio Shack in 8x11, which I just talked about above)

But more importantly, we see Judith fixing Daryl’s vest. This is the big one, pay close attention to this. He had been lacking his right wing for some time, but Judith fixed it, and gave him a brand new blue (blue clues theory) wing.

To summarize, Daryl now has TWO wings (roman numerals II, «one one»), and Judith also decorated it with TEN stars. So that means, that in episode 10x11 Morningstar, foreshadowed by the «X «and the «II» scar on Daryls back, Daryl got a blue wing (remember the blue heron paintings, and the bluebird in a tree in 9x6) and now has a representation of the numbers X and II on both his skin on his back, but also on his vest.

Confused yet? Sure, I get it. Let’s see if I can compress it somewhat:

The blue heron painting from Still foreshadows Beth’s survival: «we made it»

Noahs’s heron/one one t-shirt foreshadows the blue heron behind Rick in 8x2

The X and II scars on Daryl’s back foreshadows the blue wing in 10x11 Morningstar

The wings on Daryl’s vest and the stars Judith added spells out TWO wings, TEN  stars, or X  stars and II wings

The X and the II on Leah’s door is a reference to episode 10x11 Morningstar

Morningstar is a reference to Sirius, which returns before dawn after having been «gone»

Sirius is a reference to something that returns.

Sirius represents Beth’s return, her “resurrection”

Which brings me back to the doors of Leah’s cabin. We know it was Dog who led Daryl to find the cabin in the first place, and I always interpret dogs as Sirius symbolism by default (see Sirius/North Star master post for details). The one eyed dog from Alone? Sirius symbolism. Daryl opened the door, believing that it was the dog returning. Big mistake. It  was walkers. He lost Beth as a consequence. He even says in Find Me that he made a mistake. In the plot he talks about Leah, but IMO on a symbolical level he talks about how his mistake was to open the door in Alone and let the walkers in.

In Find Me, he barged in through the back door of Leah’s cabin, and it’s obvious to anyone who has ever watched Alone that we now have some super interesting parallel storytelling going on. There are dogs, there are notes. There are even refrigerators, for crying out loud. I’ve been screaming about cooler/frosty/ice/polar bear/ice cream symbolism for literal YEARS. And now we have TPTB placing my sweet baby boy Daryl on top of a freaking refrigerator in the middle of the woods while we watch his sanity getting eclipsed by a ghost of his past losses and failures. It stood out like a huge red flag already weeks before the episode even aired, when the “behind the scenes” photos dropped.

(Small side note on eclipses BTW: they pass. The sun is «just gone» for a little while. No worries, it’s not permanent)

Daryl entering Leah’s cabin through the back door also suggests to the audience that we’re not necessarily watching the events as they unfold in chronological order. One could even say we’re watching it unfold backwards. @angelthefirst1 has written a lot about loops and inverted storylines, check out her theories. @galadrieljones has written several great post about Find Me already, definitely take a look at her stuff. And as always @twdmusicboxmystery, our beloved fandom therapist and Theorista Extraordinaire, has already analyzed Find Me in every which way. @wdway​ contibutes with her eagle eyes and elephant memory. We all have our different takes on tings and we all track our individual favorite symbols but I think it’s safe to say that we agree on most of the basics of this episode.

For me, the highlight of this episode was when I discovered that the doors in Leah’s cabin are yet another representation of the numbers X  and II. Because ultimately, the symbolism I’m tracking (see for example the Trunk Resurrection posts) are all about how the show over and over demonstrates to us that sometimes graves are empty. There are “back doors” (emergency exits so to speak), there are ways to get out of certain difficult situations (such as seemingly dying, but wait a minute, not quite dead after all, hello resurrection )

There are ways to open the «trunk», like Leah’s «buried» picture illustrated to us. It was first sitting on a table, then hidden (buried) and then it was just «gone». Does that remind you of anyone we know? The box with the picture and Daryl’s note are buried under the floorboards, and also hidden under a deer HIDE.

The fish on the wall marks the «grave» or «tomb», it functions as a grave marker here. We see another representation of that when Daryl, in one of the most hilarious scenes in the history of TWD, throws a fish at the wooden front door with the X. I think many of us saw that and immediately recognized it as a parallel to when he threw a bottle of water at Beth in Still, and I’ll elaborate more on that in a later post.

Mostly, I think we were all floored by the absolutely ridiculous amounts of Still/Alone parallels. Dialogue parallels, anti-parallels, asymmetrical parallels (yeah I made up that term), visual parallels, symbolism parallels, inverted parallels. I don’t think there is a single word of dialogue in Find Me that’s not parallel to something from Still/Alone. It shall be very interesting to see how this story continues.

[sixx02]

One More

“Arc… Arc… vs Arc… and Nikos… ugh… why are there three of you?”  The combat professor scratched his head as he stared at the names on the board.  “Whatever…”  

Jaune did not like where this was going, they had only been here for a few weeks but he’d seen just how good Pyrrha was.  Okay, well he could tell right away after her first fight with Nora.  He just kind of hoped they’d be together… ‘Not together together!  Just on the same team… right that’s what I meant!’  Yep he definitely didn’t think she was super darn awesome, or really pretty, or super badass or anything like that!  He also didn’t notice her well toned arms and legs when they were training, nope!  He’d never pay attention to things like that.

Of course… he couldn’t help but pass glances to her now and again, she was really awesome.  Though… he doubted he’d have a chance, and honestly he needed to concentrate on himself… right… he didn’t want a repeat of before.  Turning towards the professor he waited for the actual teams. 

“Ugh, whatever, boys versus girls.”

Both Lie and him stopped, “Uh… sir, could we uh… could you reconsider?”  

“No!  Now get your stuff and get up there!”  

Both boys turned towards one another, “Oh no.”  

Lie and him weren’t terrible by any means, heck they were in the upper half of the class!  But, well… Nora and Pyrrha were at the very top constantly competing for first place.  And there was talk about Pyrrha actually competing in the upcoming tournaments!  The trio had opted out of it, they didn’t really want the attention and honestly speaking they didn’t want to be in front of a crowd.  

“Hurry up!”  Both boys sighed, relenting to their future domination. That was till they were both pulled into a powerful hug.

“Yes!  I can’t wait to fight!  It’s going to be a ton of fun!”  

Jaune loved Nora, she was his wonderful sister after all.  But, well… he wasn’t sure he could agree with that last bit.  Though he didn’t really have the heart to deny her answer as she continued to squeeze the two boys together.  

“Nora I think they get the point.”  Pyrrha’s gentle tone caught his ears.

“Okie dokie!”  Nora let them go at the behest of her, in her own words, besty better than the resty forever!  Honestly despite his obvious… not so obvious, crush on her, he was just happy that she got along with Nora.  Like he said he loved Nora, but she had a lot of energy, a lot of energy that caused a lot of people to think she was stupid or dumb, well they always got what was coming to them.  

“Still, this should be a grand fight!”  

“Right right!  Grand.”  

“Yes… Grand.”  Lie’s response was far less enthusiastic than his own.  Both boys however gave way, once they gathered their things adjourning at the arena.  The girls had already been prepared, Pyrrha had her own specially made weapon.  “It seems they’re taking us seriously.”

“Yep… I wish they wouldn’t!”  Jaune didn’t like where this was going!  He had seriously thought about how they’d handle the dynamic duo, but every single idea and thought was always just crushed by overwhelming prowess and might.  “Well nothing left but to do it then ya?”  

Lie simply nodded, they would have to take this one step at a time after all.  

The moment they lined up with the girls the professor started the count down.  

“Alright!  3...2...1… GO!”  

Hopefully this wouldn’t be too terrible.

“This is terrible…”  

A week earlier.

Charles couldn’t believe what they’d run into, he was starting to truly and fully believe that him and his wife were harbingers of doom… or at the very least ones that came in the aftermath of great destruction.

“Who would do this?  This wasn’t a grimm attack… they don’t just set fires to homes!”  Jeanne didn’t like this, not at all… they’d been on a mission when they’d seen the smoke rise into the air.  When they got to the small farm they’d found the home razed to the ground, if only they’d gotten here sooner!  She clenched her fist as the air around her began to warp, her aura flared wildly, the ground cracking beneath her feet.  

“WAAAAAAAAAH!”  

In an instant she cooled off, “Did you hear that?!”  

“Yes!”  Both husband and wife turned towards one another, in an instant they were off, the ground cracking beneath their feet as they made their way towards the sound. 

In an instant they found themselves in front of a Cellar, wasting no time they dug through the debris blocking their way.  

“What…”  Once they’d opened the doors they’d found a young boy who appeared to be the same age as their twins.  “Oh god…”  Jeanne winced at the terrible wounds on his chest rising up to his neck.  

“No… not again.  What do we do?”  Her husband’s words sunk in.

“We...  we have to take him… see if he has family?  Find out who he is…”  

“P...please… help him…”  Their eyes snapped towards a younger woman.  They hadn’t noticed her before, but… but she wasn’t going to make it.  The clear indications of severe wounds present on her body, scars and gnashes… the seasoned hunters almost looked away.  “Please… he has… no one else…”  

“Hold on don’t ta…”  Charles stopped as he drew closer, “...She’s dead.”  

Once more they let the silence seep in, “We… we have to take him.”

Her husband stood there for a moment, “Alright…”  

They would bury the woman, and they would take the young boy home with them.  The young man who they would later learn the name as Oscar Pines, the young man that would later be known as Oscar Pines Arc.

Jaune had been wrong, he had been terribly terribly wrong!  This was worse than terrible!  This had gone downright ugly!  

His legs buckled at Nora’s powerful swing, the arena beneath his feet cracked.  “SERIOUSLY?!”  He knew that these things were supposed to be made of sturdier stuff, and he knew that if he hadn’t been pumping aura into this metal sheet of a shield it would have caved right in.  

“AHAHAHAH!”  Her body was surging with dangerously high levels of electricity.

“Your semblance is so unfair!”  

“Says the walking living aura generator!  Now on your knees my favorite minion!”  

“NOPE NOPE NOPE!  LIE!”  In an instant Lie pulled himself away from trying to defend from Pyrrha, pumping his aura into his legs he dashed over towards his manic sister, his palm colliding with her waist sending her flying.  Unfortunately she was able to stop herself from getting ringed out by smashing her hammer into the ground beneath them.

Jaune’s hand swiped past Lie as he continued after Nora, in a single burst he’d filled his brother’s Aura up once more.  WIth a burst of strength his own Aura began to refill, only to stop a Pyrrha peppered him with dust rounds.  

“Really Pyrrha?!”  

“Sorry!  But I can’t let you do that!”  She was ever the fighter after all, so he knew she wouldn’t just let him recharge.  

“Fine!”  Putting up his shield he dashed forward, allowing the bullets to graze past it or hit less important targets, like not his head.  

Upon reaching her, he did what he did best, he attempted to ram his shield into her face.  Only for her to deftly avoid him, his shield flashed black as she attempted to nudge it away.  

Ever since her fight with Nora, she’d apparently been using her semblance a lot more, taking the time to really practice with it.  Or at least that’s what she’d told them anyways.  Which was great and everything!  But it made her really frustrating to fight, so he did what he knew he could.  Pumping more aura into the shield he was able to overpower her attempt at control.

“You really do have a lot of aura!”  He would have blushed at the comment if not for her shield attempting to ram him into the face.  

He didn’t have many options, he couldn’t really avoid it, he wasn’t exactly the fastest person, so once more he did what he thought he could.  “ACHA!”  With a might slam he hit her shield straight on with his empowered forehead causing her to pull back in surprise.

“Jaune!?”  Her worried tone was apparently warranted as that blow nearly knocked his lights out.  Aura could do a lot of things, but when he messed up, well sometimes his brain couldn’t really handle the rumbling.

“I’m okay!”  Straightening himself he attempted to swipe at her midsection, only for her to parry the blow using her blade.  

“Good!”  In that moment he felt her aura wrap around his blade disarming him as her knee hit him straight in the gut.  Thankfully his Aura protected him, but that hadn’t been her goal.  In the moment that he instinctively buckled over she’d applied her aura instantly onto his shield and pushed him straight out of the ring.  “Sorry!”  

To his surprise Lie had already been there waiting for him.  “Did she golf swing you?”

“She golf swung me…”  

“Nikos and Arc win!”  

The boys could hear the cheering from the crowd, their own egos slightly wounded as no one really had expected them to win, not even themselves!  

But, well that didn’t matter in the end, “YOU GUYS DID AMAZING!”  

Pink and Sapphire eyes glanced upwards, meeting emerald and turquoise.  

“She’s right you know.  You had gotten our aura’s rather low.”  

Both boys turned towards the monitor at the same time, they’d managed to get both Pyrrha and Nora down to about 60 percent.  That may have seemed like nothing, but well, when most people couldn’t drop them even a single percent?  It wasn’t a bad thing.  “Huh!  Hey look at that, we got you guys down another 2 percent this time.”  A part of him did want to have a little snark though.

“That we did.”

“Yeah!  You guys are improving!”  Nora pulled everyone into a tight hug, her arms wrapped affectionately around her family, Pyrrha included.

“I agree you’re both improving at a remarkable rate.”

Neither of the boys could really deny it, while it felt bad to lose, well… well at least they knew they were getting better and that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Alright… well how bout… we go get cleaned up and then we can go to Saph’s house.  We could have a sleep over?”  He turned towards Pyrrha, “If you can come of course!”

“Oh!  Yes, my parents should be fine with it.  They quite like your sister.”  Pyrrha’s warm smile caused his chest to feel oddly pained.  Right, gotta concentrate on getting better.  

Pyrrha parted ways with them wanting to get ready and prepared for the oncoming sleepover.

Once they’d gotten home after getting ready, they’d noticed extra sounds coming from the living room.  “Saph?”

“MY BABIES!”  In an instant the three Arc siblings were pulled into one powerful hug.

“MOM!”  Nora was the only one to return the powerful hug meeting one with equal strength.

“Hey kids… we got something to tell you.”  As their mom dropped them they eyed a small figure behind them.  “Meet Oscar… Oscar Pine Arc, he’s your new little brother.”

[lbulldesigns]

JinxTheLooseCannon: I wouldn't mind being front and center, but being the scary, unknown thing in the dark is a lot more fun at the moment.

JinxTheLooseCannon: I have a few more audio files for you, but think this one from the late king might be more tasty.

jarvaniii_mageseekers.audio

TWINKletoes: Oh, this is going to be awkward for J4.

JinxTheLooseCannon: I also have these for you.

mageseekerbribes.pdf

TWINKletoes: Do you think this would be enough to force the royal family to ease up or stop what they're doing altogether? Beacuse if so, we should be sending this out.

JinxTheLooseCannon: My uncle knows what he's doing.

JinxTheLooseCannon: Let's worry about meeting up first. I'm done re-disguising myself and have done what I can to disguise the little Embre Cub. I've changed my eyes to green, and my hair is now a platinum blonde done up in a high ponytail. I'll be carrying Embre Cub in my arms, she'll be wearing a dark blue coat, her head will be covered by a hood and she'll be pretending to sleep. I'm also going to be wearing my earpiece, the one that looks like a hearing aid, I'll pretend to be deaf so that people won't question me (hopefully) when you see us just text me, and the text will be read out to me through the earpiece. I estimate that the two of us should be at the emergency meet-up in about 10 minutes, I'm setting up various Mockingjays throughout the tunnels, they'll be blasting Tibber's roar and hopefully confuse the search parties out looking for us long enough for us to sneak past.

JinxTheLooseCannon: Embre Cub's name is Annie Hastur and her teddy's name is Tibbers, they're from Noxius. I think Tibbers might actually be a demon, which is pretty rad.

JinxTheLooseCannon: Uncle Silco, I have to bring the little girl with me to Zaun. Her parents are gone and I have reason to believe that her stepmother sent her to Demacia knowing that she's a mage. And for obvious reasons, I cannot leave her here.

JinxTheLooseCannon: When we get to the safe house, I'll download everything that I've collected so far from the Mageseekers database. I don't know how long Diggy (the virus in the Mageseekers database) will be operational after we leave Demacia, but I receive all files found automatically anyway so hopefully we'll have more information as we sail away from here.

JinxTheLooseCannon: How's Flashlight doing?

JinxTheLooseCannon: Ez?

JinxTheLoosecannon: EZ?! OMG ARE YOU GUYS IN A PRIVATE CHAT RIGHT NOW?!?!?

TWINKletoes: Sorry, sorry. Lux is doing okay, she saw he brother and thought he was going to approach us. She panicked and made herself throw up, which surprisingly made her brother back up, but we had to quickly come up with a reason why she threw up and I may or may not have said that she had morning sickness. On one hand, that reason got us a gaggle of old ladies as human shields, on the other hand, Lux is really not impressed T.T

JinxTheLooseCannon:

JinxTheLooseCannon: Okie Dokie, meet up with you soon. Just try not to marry her until we are officially divorced okay. BYE UNCLE SILCO TALK TO YOU SOON LOVE YOU <3 <3 <3 XOXO

JinxTheLooseCannon has left the chat.

[Pivate chat between TWINKletoes and The_Eye_Of_Zaun]

TWINKletoes: With all due respect sir. I am capable enough to provide for myself, that selling out anyone let alone my best friend is unnecessary.

[Jinx drops the bombshell that she and Ezreal are technically married]

TWINKletoes: ...

TWINKletoes: I can explain....

Text message between Jinx and Silco (PART 2, right after BREAKING NEWS: NOXIAN ATTACK WITHIN DEMACIA!)

This is an interactive fanfiction. Nobody else responds, except @lullabyes22-blog who is playing Silco.

JinxTheLooseCannon: EPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEP!!!!

[coriandher]

Big thanks to @falloutfandomeventhub and @yesjejunus :D fun to do!

General

Name: Doctor Camille Ng

Aggression: Aggressive

Confidence: Brave

Assistance: Helps nobody

Karma: Evil

Location: Bitter Springs Medical Tent, Callville Bay if camp is massacred

How To Obtain: pass Perception check, spar her, or kill the camp

WARNING, further reading contains mentions of slavery and eugenics. The Vestalis usual

Companion Wheel

I think we should travel together: 

“Remember, natural selection will take out slow walkers.”

“Wacky adventures with the Mailman!”

Use Melee: 

“Promise you’ll cover me”

“(lightly humming Butcher Pete)- chopping that meat”

Use Ranged: 

“If I hit you, discount coupon on treatment”

“Their post mortem will be… ever seen a swiss cheese?”

Open Inventory: 

“Anything new you’ve got?”

“Hoarding is a disorder y’know”

Stay Close: 

“(mumble) -at least dinner first”

“Okie dokie”

Keep Distance: 

“Oh… did I do something wrong?” 

“But :( I thought you liked me…”

Stealth:  

“Lay low. Try to, yeah shh”

“Tiptoe-tiptoe”

Back Up: 

“Sorryyyy”

Be Passive: 

“Yeah yeah, peace, no war, ring around the rosies”

[If Under Attack] “Here?! Now? I’ll PASS on that!”

Be Aggressive: 

(cracks neck)

“Make way, medic coming through”

Use Stimpack: 

“Dosage correct?”

“It’s not spiked with anything right?”

“Where are you injecting?!”

Wait Here: 

“O..kay?”

“Like, stand still here?”

“Can I wander around at least?”

Follow Me: 

“Where did you go?”

“Yay :D It was getting boring”

“Continue adventure!”

Send to the Lucky 38: 

“Oh that fancy place. Take care out there!”

Send Home: 

[Bitter Springs] “Hope the Lt’s more reliable (sigh) Back to volunteer work”

[Callville Bay] “How fast do Cazadores hatch? I should make notes”

Injured: 

“Rookies think this is deep”

“Son of a- fuck”

“Stimpak, stimpak, stimpak!”

Death:

“Fucking kidding me- like this?”

“s’ fine….s’ lright”

Perks

[I’m A Healer, But] Camille gives pointers on where to most effectively strike opponents. Gain +15% critical hit damage bonus when she is in the party.

[Burn Forsooth] Your enemies can hurt you less if they die faster. Once per day, give her a melee weapon and she will upgrade it to have +10 damage per hit.

[Gone To Flowers] In the wasteland, always bring medical supplies with you. Once per day, she can give you 3 stimpaks or 1 Super Stimpak (Luck dependent)

Drops

Encrypted Notes - It has symbols and alphabets combined from different languages. It’s meant for someone. More than one?

Diadem - 10mm SMG with a faster reload time. The receiver is engraved and inlaid with silver.

Doctor’s Bag - A normal doctor’s bag, it drops a collar when used.

Recruitment

She’s treating refugees at Bitter Springs. Pass an [8 PERCEPTION] check pointing out that she doesn’t seem to be from around there. Camille scoffs and introduces herself, saying she’s obviously a Followers volunteer. She can be recruited, as she voluntarily went to the camp, thus she can ‘voluntarily leave as well.’

Failing the Perception check, there is an option to spar with her early every morning. Defeat her or last for a few minutes and then she can be recruited. If she wins, wait for another day.

The Bitter Springs Camp can also be massacred to recruit her. She’ll disappear from the camp if you open fire and once everyone is dead, she can be found chilling by the docks at Callville Bay. She can immediately be recruited.

Camille will not leave regardless of Karma leaning or chosen factions.

Personal Quest

 [Not All In Vein]

Spend enough time with her and new dialogues will unlock. Camille shares her outlook on life. It’s said in a joking tone, but it’s implied that she believes in philosophies such as social darwinism, slavery and eugenics. You can agree or disagree with her. Bring her to Vault 22, Primm, HELIOS One, The Thorn, Cottonwood Cove and the Fort.

Once her dialogue is exhausted, she will openly admit her ideology and share her background.

If the Courier has previously agreed with her, Camille will continue with the prejudiced reasoning. The perk gained is [Burn Forsooth].

If the Courier has disagreed with her, Camille will abandon her old ways and promises to look at life differently. The perk gained is [Gone To Flowers].

However, you can later tell her that you changed your mind, believing the vice versa. Camille will then leave you. If agreed-then disagreed with her, she will be at Legate’s Camp. If disagreed-then agreed with her, she will be at Mormon Fort. Camille can be spoken to, but not recruited.

Other Quests

[Et Tumor Brute?]

She can be asked to operate on Caesar. She will not be available as a companion for a day, but Caesar will survive and things can go as normal.

Alternatively she can be sold to Lucius. This will cause her to approach the Courier, berate them with ‘You could’ve just asked?!’. Camille will flee, shooting the guards. She can be killed at this time, but if she escapes the tent she disappears forever. The quest must be completed using different methods.

[Beyond The Beef]

Camille can be offered to Mortimer. She overhears and refuses, threatening to kill the entire casino. However with 800 caps she can pull some strings to supply the specific type of person Mortimer requires. After three days, speak to Mortimer again and find that the casino has received a man named Fraser for the banquet.

Ending Slides

If her personal quest is not completed, Camille will be known as a bigoted but talented doctor. This caused her to be ostracized by other medics and kicked out of the Followers of the Apocalypse. People still find her for health matters but it’s up to her to decide if they deserve to be treated or not.

If the Courier sides with Legion,

- [Burn Forsooth] is achieved, Camille marries a high ranked Legion officer. Her services as a doctor are only offered to ‘worthy’ Legionnaires. Shockingly, she has a voice in the misogynistic society, giving valuable input to optimize slavery operations. Her first contribution was to direct the military to conquer her old vault, and she personally coordinates the ‘sale and stock’ of her own family.

- [Gone To Flowers] is achieved, she continues to live in Legion controlled land as a travelling doctor. When the Followers were exiled / killed, she figured that the common people would still need medics around. Camille understands how Legion slavers operate, and would occasionally give tips to her patients. She never teams up with anyone anymore, knowing individuals are harder to target.

If the Courier sides with NCR,

- [Burn Forsooth] is achieved, she attempted to run a new slavery ring in the Republic, much underground than the previous Slavers Guild. Camille was successful for a time until a convicted politician exchanges her information for a shorter sentence. Camille was caught, jailed, then executed via hanging.

- [Gone To Flowers] is achieved, Camille starts a clinic in the Mojave. It is very well received with the local community, treating everyone from all walks of life. She wouldn’t charge patients that couldn’t afford it. There are unsettling rumours regarding her past, but nobody’s willing to speak up. Anyone who did open their mouths found that she is as likely to heal you as she is to stab you.

If the Courier sides with House,

- [Burn Forsooth] is achieved, she follows the retreat of the NCR back West, posing as a medic. While the Republic recovers from losing the military campaign, she re-established her old contacts. New Vegas thrives with the old world glory House wanted and Camille finds business in dealing with the Three Families, particularly in the less seemly side of the neon lights. The Omertas is her most loyal client, finding new ‘talents’ in resources she sends over. Camille remains with her old vault’s doctrine, ‘Everything has worth’. 

- [Gone To Flowers] is achieved, Camille negotiates with House’s forces to allow the Followers of the Apocalypse to be left alone. Instead, House decided that the faction can occupy the now abandoned NCR Embassy in exchange for loyalty and an imposed medical tax. Many of the Followers, most prominently Julie Farkas had disagreed, believing it goes against their philosophy. The group left Freeside to find a new base of operations in the Mojave. However, a splinter group lead by Camille emerged, settling with House’s proposition knowing that their facilities and funds will be considerably improved.

If the Courier makes New Vegas independent,

- [Burn Forsooth] is achieved, civilians sometimes go missing without a trace. People who disappeared are usually attractive, well-behaved with no enemies and most of all- healthy. Addicts, drunks and troublemakers are left untouched. The local community banded together to investigate and avoid future abductions, but in the end nobody’s convicted. Without a task force capable enough to uncover her new operations, Camille founded a new Slavers Guild underneath Sin City.

- [Gone To Flowers] is achieved, her presence stabilizes the overrun Mormon Fort. Camille became Julie Farkas’ advisor, helping to organize the Followers better. She has the connections and the resolution to keep the faction afloat. Members are encouraged to take in apprentices to grow their numbers. Working side by side for so long, Camille began a relationship with Julie. The Followers of The Apocalypse gained notoriety and respect with the community, cementing their influence.

[writeanapocalae]

Nano Day 3 writing

Day 1 | Day 2

They were half way back to the main reception desk when a small blue light came rushing towards them. Lan got to its hind legs and skidded to a stop before them when they drew close enough before looking up at them both with its beady black eyes.

“Hi hi!” it chirped, “I noticed that we don’t have any cell reception. I couldn’t text you or anything!”

“I also came to that conclusion,” R stated. “That is why we were returning by foot.”

“Okie dokie! Follow me please!” and with that Lan was back on all fours and running back in the direction of Micah and Sarah. It wasn’t too difficult to keep up, though R and Anton did have to get into a half jog, but unlike a real hamster, Lan ran in straight lines and was clearly visible.

“Now do you believe me?” Sarah glared from where she was squatting in an office, a drawer dumped out on the floor before her. “Its just like a horror movie.”

“Like a horror movie,” Anton agreed, “but it isn’t one. This is the real world, nothing is going to get us here. Did you find anything of use?”

Micah tossed a notebook onto the desk, “Found names for those who worked here but that’s really it. Did you have any luck?”

“There was an odd series of notes in one of the rooms with like weird symbols on it,” Anton informed her, “And books on how to read Latin. I think one of them may have been an amateur occultist.”

“Do you think this has something to do with a cult or something?” Micah asked, bringing a finger to her lip to think on it, “I haven’t seen anything like that yet. I wouldn’t put it past anyone at such an early stage of the investigation though.”

Anton scoffed at that. He’d never been with someone who thought that a year in was an early stage.

“Wait, okay, so e have no cell service, no lights, we split up, and now there’s occult shit? We’re leaving, right? Investigation over?”

“We just got here,” Anton argued. They hadn’t found anything concrete yet, he wasn’t going to let a weird feeling and someone’s unsavory hobby stop him from gathering some actual evidence.

“Yeah, and we should leave before we’re all dead! At least we should leave until we’ve got some way of communicating in case we decide to split up again.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Micah shrugged, pulling her coat closer to her skin. “But here’s a better one. How about we stay together for the rest of this floor? Then we’ll go and get walkie-talkies or something.”

“Walkdatalks would work,” Sarah grumbled.

Anton decided not to ask about the term ‘walkdatalk’. He’d gotten used to Sarah just sort of coming up with her own nicknames for certain items. There was no reason to fight her on it and the answer wouldn’t make much sense to him anyway.

“Since we’re already here we should search this side of the floor first,” Anton decided. “Did you find something good Sarah?”

She looked down in the drawer before her and shrugged before lifting and moving some of the papers inside. It was definitely against code for actual detective work and Anton had to fight the urge to wrap her hands in latex gloves and the rest of her in oodles of paperwork. They weren’t the police, they didn’t need to worry about fingerprints.

“Looks like someone was new to the area or something,” she shrugged. “Or someone in their family just died. Lots of info on nearby graveyards and that sort of shit.”

“What kind of information?”

She pulled out a bundle of pamphlets, all of which were rubber banded together. “They were really obsessive about it. I haven’t gone through it enough to have figured out the order though, what they were looking for exactly.”

Anton squatted down in front of her. New to town didn’t make much sense as graveyards and cemeteries were pretty much all they had looked unto. There was no information on nearby restaurants or hotels or anything. Scrawled onto the pamphlets were names, lots of them, pretty much filling every empty space of them.

“Any idea what these names are?” Anton asked.

Sarah shrugged. R reached out and took the pamphlets from him, turning the pile one way and the next in its over sized hands.

“Without connecting to the internet I am unable to research these names. My apologies.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” Anton promised, taking the pamphlets from it. It gave them easily. Anton stowed them away in his backpack. It was a clue to something, even if it wasn’t anything important.

They helped look through the rest of the office but it didn’t seem that there was much else of interest. Perhaps on another trip they would go through it more thoroughly, but it did not matter for now.

They moved to the next room and the door was not locked. They couldn’t open it immediately, not more than an inch, but it was openable. It looked like something heavy had been shoved against the door, used to barricade it. Anton threw himself against it, thrusting his hip into the wood, but it did not budge. Sarah did the same, as did R, as Micah held their flashlights steady for them. It took a good couple of minutes and quite a bit of bruising before they were able to shove the door hard enough that the desk shoved against it skidded out of their way.

The smell wasn’t over the top, at least, but it was still there, heavy and iron, but the blood in the room was so old it just looked like rust against the wall. Micah put her hand over her face, catching the surprised gasp before it upset the scene. She couldn’t upset the scene. The scene didn’t exist.

Anton stepped into the room, his body’s fatigue, the pain in his lower back, everything that slowed him being brushed quickly to the side. He could feel himself stepping into his old position like it was his own shadow. He was ready, logic and science in his head, his eyes sharp as they followed the sweep of the flashlight. There had been a crime here, obviously, and he was the best one there to find out what happened.

It was odd though, while there was blood, all over the floor and wall, there was no body in the center of it. The spray of it went in all directions, as if the victim had exploded, but blood was all that there was. He glanced back to the others, his team, and found Micah a few feet back from the door, hands still over her face, and Sarah pale and gaping, looking as if she may throw up at any moment. R was, as usual, unaffected, and Lan was nowhere to be seen.

“There’s no body,” Sarah whimpered, quietly, under her breath, “where the fuck is the body?”

@detectivesebcas​ @inthemoonshadow​ @etjwrites​ @lordfenric

[commedawn-blog]

okie dokie so hello ! i’m finally here with dawn’s intro as well as some stuff about myself in case anyone is interested. my name’s luna, prefer they/them pronouns, i love aoa & ace. mistre kim sehyoon is my ult & that’s that. i’m a virgo, love cats, and ben & jerry’s cinnamon bun ice cream is the best thing ever. WJKSFDGJHK  i really love having dark muses that are hard to write so i thought i’d try & do something a lil different with dawn here ! i’ll be putting all her info under the cut for both length & trigger warnings that may apply. d*scord will also more than likely be down there if anyone wants to add me ? just lmk who you are =^.^=

└ song yuqi, 20, she/her ┐ this town wouldn’t be complete without ( dawn liu ) wondering around. they’re known as the ( the nebula ) and have been living here for ( 3 months ). i hear they really like ( dusk & dawn, classical music, & the idea of true love ), but can’t stand ( religion, authority figures, & gaslighting ). their sole purpose? i hear it’s ( to feel free ), but we’ll see how that goes.

so to start, dawn’s paretns were a bit of a mess. terribly so JSHKDFGUJK. her mother fell in love with a cult leader who basically brainwashed women, created a harem & then reproduced with them to basically start the process over again. so when he met dawn’s mother, he basically promised her that he loved her the most out of all his wives & that she was his special girl. and she fell for it, really hard. so she joined his cult, married him, & they got pregnant with dawn soon after. also really important: dawn’s birth name is actually eden! but was changed later on in her life ( right after she was taken into the witness protection program. she changed her name to dawn for the reason being “with each dawn comes a new day, a fresh start, a new beginning.” )

dawn’s early childhood was very interesting, that’s for sure, as she had all these siblings & multiple mothers. it was rare she went out in public & if she did it was with her papa and mom. he would call it special time for his special girls. all in all, dawn’s father was very good at making whoever he decided make feel special as he was a master manipulator. 

life went on as normal as it could have for the daughter of a cult leaderup until dawn was about 13 when her father started becoming distant and started bringing around a new woman. dawn’s mother, being incredibly in love with him, was overtaken with a jealous rage that someone younger and prettier was taking her place hatched a plan. this plan of course involved insane bloodshed and violence. 

TW: MURDER & VIOLENCE  ---  in this haze of fury, dawn’s mother slaughtered her husband and his potential new bride as well as every other wife and child of the cult. this left only her and dawn, to which her mother took the teen and ran as far and as fast as possible. and somehow they managed to escape without being caught.

dawn, of course, had no knowledge of what her mother had done and simply assumed they had left their family because dawn’s mother wanted “better for dawn”. at only 13, she was left to trust in her mother’s decisions and even if dawn tried to question it, she’d be punished severely. 

the two settled in upstate new york then, living in a small apartment that her mother was paying for by sleeping with the landlord. dawn was taken out of public school with the promise that her mother would teach her everything she would ever need to know. unbeknownst to dawn, this was far from the truth.

still brainwashed from her now late husband, dawn’s mother continued to teach the warped lessons he seared into the minds of those he controlled to taint dawn’s young mind. religion was a big part of her upbringing but in a way that was ugly and perverse. anytime dawn did something incorrectly or disobeyed, she was punished by being locked in a closet for hours to days, or whipped. sometimes even burned with the crucifix necklace she was forced to wear ( see: a scar on the back of her neck in the shape of a cross ).

life was torturous for dawn for a long while, up until she was 19 when the police that had been on her mother’s trail for years, finally caught up to the serial killer. she was apprehended and arrested, put on trial and sentenced to life with no chance of parole. which left dawn on her own. 

and for the very first time in dawn’s life while being so completely lost with no money, no education, no family, she also felt like there was a chance. she was given some counselling in hopes it would ease whatever ache she was experiencing but after witnessing the severe trauma the girl had gone under, therapists simply gave up.

press had begun to follow her around as she was known as a cult escapee with a bloodthirsty mother and it got so bad to the point where she was put under a witness protection program as the victim’s to her mother’s crime began searching for retribution. and revenge. and the only logical person to take it out on was the sole survivor of the massacre: dawn. 

 so that’s what brought dawn all the way to south korea in an attempt to put her in a quiet little town that she wouldn’t be found in no matter how hard people looked. 

PERSONALITY  / MANNERISMS / OTHER ──  ‧

upon first glance, dawn is extremely quiet and withdrawn. often times would be considered an observer rather than someone who partakes in social interaction but once someone takes the time to actually peek under the facade, they’ll find that she’s in fact quite insane. SDJKFHGKGH and what i mean by this is that because of how her mother treated her as a child / teenager, dawn behaves erratically. 

she’s got an extreme fear of the dark and tight spaces ( claustrophobia ), hates wearing her hair up in fear that someone might see that scar on the back of her neck. has only recently taken to wearing clothing that’s slightly revealing after being told showing any skin is whoreish.  

works at a little shop as a waitress and is paid under the table! because of her lack of education or any other experience, dawn has no way to get a proper job with benefits or anything else. and the only reason she has income is because of the fake documents she was given and the help of the government. she’s a very diligent worker though and is considered a perfectionist! if something isn’t up to her standards she starts over and sometimes even acts out in frustration. 

has really bad jealousy issues! like mother like daughter tbh. anyone she’s remotely close with can expect her to form extreme attachment towards as she finds if someone can stand her long enough to consider her an acquaintance then she must put all her energy into that relationship. 

believes heavily in happiness! and freedom! and being able to speak ones mind, so anyone who tries to tell her she’s wrong or incorrect about anything will more than likely enrage her immediately. .ASKFJDGHKGHJ 

also! shedoesn’t really know anything about her cultural identity.  or like.. much of anything? so possible connection could be someone to tutor her about basically everythign IJFHKDGDJK

and that’s it for now ! i’ll probably think of some plot ideas later and either post them or just link them on her blog. but if anyone has managed to get this far, please feel free to like this so we can plot some stuff or.. just chat ! here’s my d*scord for anyone who wants to add me: 

[deergoeshome]

Cry Baby

Now I’m not here to tell anybody how to live or anything, and I’m not sure if these are even words that I will say that I live by in like 10 years, but if 2020 has taught me anything, it’s that it is OK to cry. In fact, I have a theory that it’s actually good to cry. Often too. It’s a sign that you’re still human with emotions and stuff, not just a robot or a zombie. 

There were many days this year that I felt like a robot zombie. After working all day, I would realize that I didn’t eat or drink water or have any real conversations with people all day (ironic because I work in a kitchen and am around people all day long!). And I would almost always immediately break down, but I couldn’t really understand why. Was I just feeling sorry for myself? Were my expectations of my role not being met and I was dissatisfied? Was I comparing my experience to someone else’s and coveting an “easier” role?

There were also innumerable instances where the stream of tears flowed from a place that I could only describe as the human experience. Twenty-twenty, complete with disease, death, fear and anxiety, overtime hours, furloughs, riots, destruction from wildfires, and everything in between, brought us to our knees. If you weren’t personally grieving loss, you were witnessing the grief of an entire community, our society. 

For me, there was a weird sense of guilt I experienced too. I quarantined at a luxury guest ranch in the mountains with a bunch of my best friends. We spent our days getting around to projects that had been neglected, hosting competitions, playing sports, celebrating birthdays, and hiking or riding horses. I had a fulfilling job this whole time too. It was like I was having the time of my life while a bomb was going off in the outside or “real” world. 

Thankfully, before I knew any of this was coming, I had kind of braced myself for an emotionally traumatizing year with personal family stuff, and I decided to begin counseling again. Our sessions kind of tapered off as the time came for us to reopen for the summer, but boy, am I thankful for the emotional bootcamp to which I subjected myself for 3 months.

All this to say, 2020 was really full of emotions, not in the sense of good and bad ones, but more along the lines of fun and not fun, pleasant and painful, helpful and inconvenient, life-giving and frustrating, and both necessary and (seemingly) unnecessary. There were a lot of them--constantly and all changing frequently. Crying didn’t make experiencing the spectrum of emotions that was always in flux easier, per se, but it does signal to me that I am feeling something and that that--being a human instead of a robot zombie--is a good thing.

***

I made a friend in Morocco at the beginning of the year. He had just spent 10 days at a silent meditation retreat and believe me, this guy was zen as hell. Like so joyful & grateful for everything in life. He was so much fun to be around! 

I had a rough and unpleasant experience with a family member while traveling and found myself wandering around a botanic garden crying because I didn’t know how to make the situation better. I was frustrated and angry with my family member and myself for it. As my zen friend was checking in on me over IG messaging, this is how our conversation went:

Me: Sometimes I cry because I’m feeling very much like myself & cry about a lot of things, happy & sad. And other times, like this week, I cry because I don’t feel like myself and I feel really frustrated. Lots of negative emotions & not feeling grateful or excited about people or nature or everything.

Zen friend: But that's normal. Life is like that, changing all the time. Observe the emotions, and try not to get caught in them.

Me: What do you do with them once you observe they are there?

Zen friend: Nothing. Interesting thing about it is that if you don't feed them, they pass away.

Me: Lol I hate that. I like the idea of being able to do something about the emotions. Like flicking them away.

Zen friend: So the best way to do this is to notice when the image/emotion comes up, and stop the engagement of the mind in it. That is a bit more difficult to do then it sounds.

Me: Okie dokie. I’ll see what I can do. Or not do?

It’s tiring--crying, that is. I’ll cry and observe the emotions and then cry some more. But it’s normal--the emotions, that is. And crying should be too, don’t you think? 

***

I have two favorite spots for crying, both at the ranch. Actually, three including anywhere by the ocean. But since my two favorite spots were not accessible today, I walked over to a freeway overpass and watched cars zoom by. I’ve been suicidal before, but today wasn’t one of those days. I just felt sad for some dysfunctional relationships and also for the fact that I couldn’t cry in my favorite spot. 

And then I felt guilty. The poor people who would walk over this bridge and be like What’s wrong with that girl? as they passed me, scooting to the farthest side of the pathway. And most of them will also think to themselves Should I ask her what’s wrong? Clearly she’s upset and crying about something. No, I should keep a distance of 6 feet. We are in the middle of a pandemic so she probably doesn’t want a stranger to talk to her anyway.

And that got me thinking. Why is crying taboo? Why is it bad to feel the not fun emotions and express it, even if you are in public? Because it sure as hell is not real life to have everything together all the time. And it is the farthest thing from reality for anyone to be expected to do that in 2020. 

A kind individual did stop to talk to me. He asked what was wrong. 2020? I told him no, 2020 has been pretty good for me, actually. But upon further examination, maybe yes. Maybe the sheer amount of emotions of 2020 did cause me to cry. But also maybe not in that particular instance. Maybe it’s because sometimes it would just be easier to be a robot zombie rather than a human. 

Life would be easier without tears or emotions or relationships or the stress of a society that seems to be falling apart, would it not? It’s not a bad thing to be crying over these difficult things. It’s a way to cope instead of remaining in a state of denial. It’s observing that the realties and the emotions are there and that they are just as tangible as the courage and bravery you have chosen each morning that you’ve gotten up to face these things head on.

Wherever you’re at and however you are feeling as 2020 comes to an end, I wish you the fullest of human experiences, complete with emotions, courage, and tears amidst the difficulties. I hope that this next year will be full of tears, whether from joy or pain, and that in this experience, we can all learn to show a little more compassion to other humans when we see them crying on freeway overpasses and beyond. 

[anari3l]

Okie dokie, let’s have some fun

Thank you @sad-orange-thoughts​ for tagging me!

Rules: Answer all 85 questions and tag 20 people

The last :

1. drink: Diet Coke

2. phone call: Grandmother

3. text message: Best Friend

4. song you listened to : In the Heat of the Moment - Nate Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

5. time you cried : The other night - Got super stressed and cried 

6. dated someone twice : Never

7. kissed someone and regretted it : Never

8. been cheated on : Never

9. lost someone special : ~10 years ago

10. been depressed : Yesterday

11. gotten drunk and thrown up : Never, but have been drunk

3 favourite colours

12. Teal

13. Green

14. Purple

In the last year have you …

15. made new friends : Yep

16. fallen out of love :No

17. laughed until you cried : Oh yeah

18. found out someone was talking about you : Yep - work gossip

19. met someone who has changed you : I’m not sure ..

20. found out who your friends were : Yep

21. kissed someone on your facebook list :No

General

22. how many facebook friends do you know in real life :Most of them, if not all

23. do you have any pets : 2 cats, one dog

24. do you want to change your name : Not really

25. what did you do for your birthday last year : Dinner with the family

26. what time did you wake up : 11 am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night : Tumblr

28. name something you can’t wait for : To be done with school

29. when was the last time you saw your mum : Last night

31. what are you listening to right now : Nothing. I’m watching Ghost Adventures, though

32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom : My boss

33. something that is getting on your nerves : Parents that let their kis run amok in public places

34. most visited website : Tumblr

35. hair colour : Auburn

36. long or short hair : Medium length

37. do you have a crush on someone : Not really ... 

38. what do you like about yourself : Everything

39. want any piercings : No

40. blood type: I have no clue

41. nickname : Kate, Jeeves

42. relationship status : Single

43. Zodiac : Pisces

44. pronouns : She/Her

45. favourite show : I don’t really have one?? I’m currently watching Grey’s Anatomy tho 

46. tattoos : Maybe 

47. right or left handed : Right

48. surgery : A handful of minor ones

49. piercings : Just my earlobes

50. sport: I don’t play, but I like to play volleyball the most

51. vacation : I’ll go anywhere, just, please!

More General

(This is way too long… so many questions…)

52. eating : Scones

53. pairs of trainers : 4?

54. drinking : Water

55. I’m about to : Try to write

56. waiting for : The weekend

57. want : A nap

58. get married : I would like to, hopefully

59. career : I don’t know 

Which is better

60. hugs or kisses : Hugs

61. lips or eyes : Eyes

62. shorter or taller : Taller

63. younger or older : I don’t really have a preference

64. nice arms or nice stomach : Arms, but I’m not too picky about that kind of stuff

65. hook up or relationship : Relationship

66. troublemaker or hesitant : Somewhere in between

Have you ever

67. kissed a stranger : No

68. drank hard liquor : Yes

69. lost glasses/contact lenses : All the time

70. turned someone down : Yes

71. sex on first date : No

72. broken someones heart : No

73. Had your heart broken : No

74. been arrested : No

75. cried when someone died : Yeah

76. fallen for a friend : No

Do you believe in

77. yourself : I’m learning to

78. miracles : Yes

79. love at first sight : Yes

80. Santa Claus : For kids, yes I do. But I don’t anymore

81. kiss of first date : Depends on the date

82. angels : Yes

Other

83. current best friend’s name : Sam

84. eye colour : Blue

85. favourite movie: Any superhero movie

Tagging whoever wants to do this!! 

[impalaimagining]

Okie dokie, tonight’s a personal one. About some of my tattoos. Below a cut so those who don’t feel like reading this can keep scrolling.

*Talk of suicide and depression follow the ‘Keep reading,’ and of course I’ll put it in the tags for blacklisters, but just know that it’s there if you do plan on reading this.

*deep inhale* here we go…

Tattoo #1: “see/talk to you late // Pat”

Never in my life did I ever want a tattoo on my wrist. I have a terrible phobia of anything touching my wrist, including my own fingers. I can’t even lean on my hand for too long because I feel like I’m putting too much pressure on my wrist when I do. I can’t explain why, it just freaks me out. 

Then my best friend committed suicide. Pat was in the United States Marine Corps, and he wrote me letters from Iraq while he was deployed. He came home after four years, but he was… different. He had always dealt with depression, from the time he was a kid, but add newfound PTSD to depression and apparently it’s a recipe for disaster. 

I needed something - something permanent, something visible, something I could look at every second of every day - to remind me that he was with me. Everybody says, “He’s still with you all the time,” but you know what? It doesn’t feel like it. It doesn’t feel like he’s still here, because he’s not. I can’t pick up my phone and call him and hear his voice. I can’t send him a text and know that I’ll get some smart ass response back. I can’t because he’s gone. I needed something.

The day before his funeral, I headed to the tattoo shop, one of his letters in hand. I handed the letter to my tattoo artist and told him, “The last line and his signature,” because I couldn’t say much else without bursting into tears. He nodded and took it back to the drawing table to create a stencil from it. 

Ten minutes after the needle hit my skin, I was handing him money and walking out the door with my forever reminder that I would see/talk to Pat “late.” I posted a picture of it on facebook and tagged Pat in it, not expecting anything more than the usual suspects to like it. Instead, I was getting messages left and right from Marines who had served with Pat, telling me they watched him write that letter, they saw him sign it and seal it in an envelope to send home to me. 

The next day, I walked up to Pat’s mom and held out my wrist. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the tightest hug I’ve ever gotten from her and we both just held each other and cried.

Throughout the day, people were coming up to me when they saw me reaching for things and saying, “You’re the girl who got the tattoo.” Yeah, that was me. They knew me from facebook. Then I met Evan. Evan had reached out to me the day Pat died, messaging me and telling me he was sorry for my loss, that he sent his love. I’d never met him, never even heard his name, and there he was, supporting me and letting me know he cared. I was floored. I met him while I was refilling my cup at the keg. He saw my tattoo as I was pouring the beer, and all he said was my name. I looked up and saw the biggest smile I’d seen all day. We didn’t say a whole lot, but we hugged a ton. From the little bit that we did talk, I found out that he watched Supernatural, and he asked me if I did too. I said no, and he told me, “You have to!” … So I did. 

On to tattoo #2: “ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING”

I started watching Supernatural about a week and a half after Pat died. The day after I met Evan. The show was my complete escape from my horrible reality at the time. I spent every free minute I had lost in the show. Right from the beginning, I was a Sam girl, and I had to find out a little bit more about the tall, dark, and handsome actor who played him. 

Jared Padalecki. The man who will continually say, “You saved your life, not me,” and no matter how many times I hear him say it, I just cannot believe it’s true. I will stand firm in saying that he saved me life. Jared made me realize that I needed to fight. I needed to keep going every single day, whether I was struggling or not.

When Pat died, I was still in school, I had class 4 days a week, I was really big into the volunteer club on campus (President of it, actually), and I was nannying for a family with a baby who wasn’t even a year old. I stopped going to class for almost a week straight. I could’ve failed the semester - I should’ve failed the semester, but I had professors who I was close with and I was able to tell them what was going on and they understood, they cut me a break. 

Jared reminded me that I could wake up every morning and fight my fight and win my war. He let me know I was conquering, not struggling. He showed me that it was okay to take care of myself before I took care of others. Jared pulled me from the darkest place I’d ever been in my entire life. 

It only made sense that I (once again) got a permanent, visible reminder of everything those three little words pulled me through. “Always keep fighting.” But I couldn’t just get the words, they had to be different, more special somehow. So I scrolled through Jared’s instagram account and found the very first AKF post. 

Those three words right at the bottom there? That’s what I have tattooed on my body. Jared’s handwriting is scrawled forever right behind my ear, up around my hairline. I’ve never been more thankful for stumbling into such an incredible fandom.

Tattoo #3: “i wish for this…”

Almost two years ago, I started watching Supernatural. I have delved so deep into this fandom it’s unreal. I never imagined I’d be so far into this when I started watching this damn show. 

I saw Misha posting on and off about his YANA campaign, and while that resonated with me, it was nothing like what happened when I heard his story about Maison and her dandelion. 

The innocence of her little wish absolutely ruined me. All she wanted, in that moment, was to be living there in that moment. There has not been a single time that I’ve heard or retold that story that I didn’t end up in tears. 

My life was so fucking horrible for so long that I never stopped to think about all the moments I should’ve been wishing for. I let months go by before I let any light into my darkness, I fucked up so many times, and I was on the brink of going back to self harm. When I finally did let that light back in, I realized how much I missed out on. I was still nannying, but I didn’t get any joy from the little giggles and smiles the baby would give me - and that was something I swore would always cheer me up. I shut myself off from everyone, including my best friends and even my (boyfriend at the time) fiance. 

I let myself miss so many moments that I should’ve been enjoying. So I decided that I would change it. I would get back to the girl who smiled genuinely when I could, I would become the person I was before Pat died, and I would learn to take in the good moments and let them get rid of the bad ones.

My life was dark, until it wasn’t. Now, I’m engaged to the man I’ve been dating since I was a freshman in high school, I’m planning my wedding, I have so many amazing friends who show me nothing but love and support, I’m so incredibly blessed. And you know what? I wish for this.

So that’s my rant. Please forgive all the mushy gross feeling stuff and the cursing because apparently most of my vocabulary is curse words. And most of all, if you actually read all of that crap, thank you. Thank you for caring. Thank you for being here. Thank you for following me or just stopping to click “keep reading.” Thank you for existing. <3

[northofsomewhererp]

Your Name, Age (17+), & Timezone: Avery, 20, EST

Your Birthday: It’s definitely on a day in a month within the year 

Alice Genevieve Conroy turned sixteen years old on February 25th. She’s a junior at Greensville High School. Her face claim is Sophie Turner. 

Admin Note: 1) Yes indeedy! We’ll message you the ooc link now. :] 2) We can do that also. Thanks for letting us know. 3) Okie dokie!

Bio (10+ sentences, include brief history, personality, potential plots):

The Conroy family is well-known in the community of Greensville. Janet and Calvin Conroy are not only known for being two of the most reliable doctors in town, in pulmonology and immunology, respectively, but they’re also known for being the only family in town with triplets. After six years of being married, and multiple failed pregnancies, Janet and Calvin turned to in vitro fertilization. As a result, they ended up having three children, two girls and a boy. Alice, Molly, and Lance are the lights of their parents’ lives. However, raising the three of them was no easy feat.

Alice is the oldest and most popular of the Conroy triplets. She’s been on the high school’s track team since her freshman year, and recently made it onto the varsity cheerleading team after two years on the junior varsity team. She tried out a variety of recreational sports throughout her elementary school years, but track has been her go-to since middle school; cheerleading wasn’t something she had even considered until a friend of hers convinced her to try out in their freshman year, but she quickly grew to love it. She’s always been the social butterfly of the family, starting conversations with anyone and everyone, but has a small circle of close friends.

However, she doesn’t tell anyone that she has ADHD; she was given this diagnosis at the age of seven. Alice’s symptoms consist of inattention, hyperactivity, and impulsivity. She also has seasonal depression, which she was diagnosed with a year ago. She sees a therapist once a week and takes medication to alleviate her ADHD symptoms, but nobody except for her parents and siblings know about this. Her symptoms have improved over the years, but she’s ashamed of them to this day.  

Despite her athletic achievements, Alice doesn’t get as much praise and attention from her parents as her other siblings. Despite trying her best in school, she often finds herself disinterested. Between Molly’s numerous academic achievements and Lance’s physical illnesses, Alice’s accomplishments are often put on the backburner. Because of this, Alice has started rebelling against her parents through drinking and partying. But will this new party-girl lifestyle ruin the progress she’s made?

Activity (1-10): I always like to say a solid 7. 

Have you read the rules?: removed

Would you like to be paired with a buddy to have character connections with (For new applicants)? N/A

In the event that you leave, can we keep your biography for future use? I’d rather you didn’t, but if I change my mind, I’ll let you know.  Any comments/questions?: Three things. 1) Can you send the ooc link to this blog? This is the account I’ll be using and it’s not a side-blog. 2) Can you post an unfollow link for Ember? I want to retire them. 3) Not a question, but I just wanted to tell you that Lauryn is taking the bio for Lance and Molly’s bio is still a work in progress; I’ll send Molly’s bio your way once I finish writing it. 

Sample( 2+ paragraphs):

“Alice? Are you listening?” 

The voice of her biology teacher sounded like a faint echo in her mind, but it was very much real. Alice had been zoning out for the entire class period, so when she finally tuned back in, she found herself intently staring at a blank piece of paper; the only thing she had written was the date and the homework for the weekend. She wasn’t sure where her mind had gone, but it definitely hadn’t been in Mr. Peters’ biology class.

“Sorry, could you repeat what you just said?” Alice’s voice was meek. She felt extremely embarrassed being singled out by her teacher, and having a majority of her classmates’ eyes on her was not helping. 

Mr. Peters spoke loudly and enunciated every word. His tone was almost condescending as he asked, “Are you paying attention?” When she didn’t give an answer, he spoke again. “I know the big football game is tomorrow, but you know what’s on Monday? Your test on chapters one through five. So I would appreciate it if you listened to my lectures.” 

Alice mumbled a “sorry,” which was followed by the bell ringing. ‘Thank God,’ she thought to herself as she quickly gathered her belongings and ran out the door. Mr. Peters looked as though he wanted to speak to her, but she ran out so quickly that he didn’t get the chance to ask her to stay behind. Biology was her last class of the day, so once she was out of the classroom, she headed straight for her locker to gather her belongings. It was the day before homecoming, which meant last-minute cheer practice. She didn’t want to go, but she couldn’t let her girls down. 

Before entering the gymnasium for practice, Alice took her phone out of her purse and set two reminders. One was for 6:00 pm that evening, which read, “text Terry for bio notes” The second was for Tuesday afternoon at 3:15 pm, fifteen minutes before her weekly appointment with Dr. Mallory, which read, “talk to doc about meds”. She definitely needed an increase in her medication dosage. Once that was done with, she went to practice and acted as if everything was okay, acting as if she didn’t feel like an idiot and a freak. 

[cutie-hemmings-penguins]

So these paring questions with Lex and Saeran ^^

1. How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

when saeran first met lex, honestly he thought there was something wrong with her mentally, cause she was so calm with him just showing up and saying how he’s going to take her away. she didn’t really react the way he thought she would. cause, usually, when he does people try to fight back and curse at him or something. she didn’t which made him sort of just surprised. now, he still thinks there must be something wrong with her but he’s gotten a bit more used to her presence. 

when she first met him, she just found him interesting, specifically how he was dressing and acting, sort of made her want to know more about him. now, after learning more about him, she just wants to keep him to herself and protect him. she also really badly wants to beat the living crap out of his family (besides saeyoung), but he usually stops her when she’s about too.

2. What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

okay, so lex is sort of like a loner, she doesn’t really make any friends cause she doesn’t like having to deal with that sort of baggage. (when she was in high school and during her gang times, she had one of her “friends” betrayed her and join this other gang that wanted to really hurt her). plus, she doesn’t really talk to her family, since they sort of disowned her after learning about the things she was doing: smoking, drinking, skipping classes, being in a gang, swearing like nothing, and just being plain disrespectful. 

saeyoung was a bit skeptical at first when he met lex cause 1.) she seemed maybe not that good of a person 2.) really protective over saeran since everything that’s gone down. after a little bit though, eventually he starts to like her and such.

3. How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?

they both went through plenty of crap that’s made them have some serious trust issues. although, their personalities do contrast, since saeran shows his emotions a bit more than how lex does. she doesn’t really many emotions besides anger and frustration honestly. 

4. What is their favorite aspect of each other?

lex honestly likes how raw and real saeran is. he’s not fake to her. he’s just this bundle of emotions and it makes her pretty interested. saeran likes how she doesn’t give a crap about anything and does whatever she wants. he also really likes her hugs and how she feels next to him when he sleeps. 

5. Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

oh god yes they have a lot of pet peeves. sometimes lex can’t handle how much saeran will get really emotional. it drives her up a wall. she also doesn’t like how she can’t just go to his parents and beat them up. saeran doesn’t like how lex doesn’t show many emotions, like he’s never really sure if she’s happy or sad, he sort of has to guess. also, how sometimes lex doesn’t listen to him and just goes off and does whatever she wants. he wants her to be a bit more mature.

6. How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

ohhh boy. when they fight, they FIGHT honestly, lex is not somebody you should have a verbal or physical fight with. she’s such a toxic person honestly when you’re fighting with her. (one of her flaws) sometimes she doesn’t even seem interested in the verbal fight and will just leave and not come back until months later. usually, lex is the one who will apologize and then they’ll just spend some time talking about what just happened and how they’re both really sorry and don’t want this to happen again. 

7. What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

lex usually just goes with whatever saeran suggests. sometimes, they’ll go out to ice cream parlors and just spend time eating food. 

8. Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

okie dokie, so if saeran met lex in high school, he’d actually meet her in the infirmary (i like to think that saeran tends to skip classes just to sleep on the beds) and he’d see lex coming in with these bruises all over her body and blood like on her hands. honestly, he’d be terrified about what happened but he’d also like but also intrigued cause he’d see her coming into class (the rare occasions she does) with bruises all over her body. i  like to think he just stares at her confused as she looks at him and grabs a bunch of bandages and ask him in an flirty/tired tone “You like what you’re seeing, if you do, why don’t you come on over here and help a girl out with these bandages.” then he’d just be fluster and spend the evening helping out some stranger badass by applying some ointments to her bruises and putting bandages. and then when he was done, she’d give him a small smile and probably a kiss on the cheek for thanks and leave and saeran would just be there in love with this mysterious bad girl.