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drundertalescum · 7 years ago

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11 Questions... x3

I was tagged by @sharada-n @audaciousanonj and @esmiden in that order

If anyone else tagged me, tag me again because I missed it!

1. Which are your favorite hot and cold drinks?

Cold drinks: Usually either milk or vanilla coke. I also like birch beer, root beer, and peach-cranberry juice, but usually I just stick with the milk and coke.

Hot drinks: TEA. Specifically this nice vanilla black tea that I've cracked the code on preparing in the microwave so it's both hot and very convenient. This is my go-to drink of any type. Also coffee, hot chocolate, matcha, and just various types of teas. I prefer hot drinks over cold.

2. What’s your favorite color scheme/combination?

Usually I kind of default to dark turquoise/cyan and lighter orange/gold. It's the most common gradient map I use when I'm being lazy with coloring and also evident on my main blog's colour scheme. Toss in some red and you're in for a good time. I also really like maroons and pale greens but I don't use it that often.

3. Windows or Apple?

PC FOREVER

4. Do you believe in astrology?

Nah, I do find out kind of funny sometimes since my sign (Capricorn) is such an over-the-top dethawing ice queen in anything relating to “what the signs do when ___” My Smart-People Astrology Sign (my Meyers-Briggs) turns up very similar content. I mean, granted, that runs truer than a hyper happy bubblegum type but it's still a bit boring.

I don't really buy too much into any of that sort of thing.

5. Would you punch me for 10$?

Wait are you paying me to punch you or am I paying you to be punched by me? Either way no.

6. Do you have any guilty pleasures?

HONESTLY in my main online community my guilty pleasure that I hide from the world is being Undertale trash.

To a lesser extent: my guilty pleasure that I hide away from this community is that I’m reality show trash. Specifically one particular reality show. It's 17 years old and Actually Very Good, but no one will ever believe me.

7. What’s your favorite flower?

We grow snapdragons sometimes. They're really neat! Otherwise it's hit or miss with me and flowers. Despite the main blog name that I've been using for like 10 years I've only recently started to kind of like roses. Mostly for the a e s t h e t i c.

8. What would you name your theoretical kids?

I change my mind on this one a lot. I usually like names that aren't common but also could sort of fit in in an old novel. Like Orville or Evander or something like that. I had a list once but I lost it. I also like Emily or Alma.

Some angry part of me wants to name a child November even though I know the awful fate I would be leaving them to by doing it.

In the end I am almost definitely not having kids so the most likely name I'm gonna pull out is naming a pet Papyrus someday.

9. Sweet or savory?

Depends, but I usually go for savory. Sweet drink-savory snack is my go-to.

10. Do you wear socks in bed or nah?

I don't wear socks at all unless it's very, very cold.

11. Could a horse fit through a window?

If you removed the panes from my windows a horse would just barely make it through. Probably needs to be a smaller horse though. It can't be too wide.

1) What’s your favorite holiday?

THIS IS HALLOWEEN THIS IS HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN

But truthfully i haven't been feeling it the last few years. I can't think of any holidays I have.

2) Loose clothes or tight?

As loose as possible. Though I'll take tight underlayer loose overlay.

3) Chrome, Firefox, or Safari?

I had a weird bug a few years back where my computer was constantly freezing up and crashing. I knew it was some sort of graphics issue but the word thing was it never crashed when I was playing a game, which lead to me using Portal 2 and Skyrim as ways of keeping my computer from crashing whenever it was idle, bumping up my times in both games to a ridiculous amount (though I still play both a lot). Turns out it was Firefox causing the crash, but I didn't realize because if I don't have a game open, I always have a browser up.

I had to switch to Chrome at that time and now I'm pretty settled on it. I do miss some aspects of Firefox though.

4) Favorite style of humor?

I love humor that's based around people and their habits. Not necessarily observational and I don't like it to actively mock people, but I like humor that's based around people and their attitudes and interactions, especially if it makes people feel more like characters or caricatures, but not stereotypes. I have a sort of dry sense of humor but that's not really required for this. It's hard to actively explain and I'm blanking on any great examples.

This definitely plays into the previously mentioned guilty pleasure.

5) Fluff or Angst (Reading)?

ANGST. Angst got me into this fandom when I solidified my terrible obsession with this game by reading I'm Feeling Fine, Kid and since then I've read close to every Papyrus-centric angst fic this fandom has put out.

Pretty much any I haven't read yet are in my read later list because I haven't been in the best heavy-angst mood lately.

I always take recs.

6) Fluff or Angst (Writing)?

Writing angst is so much easier for me. I think it's because I have a very introspective style which lends itself better to letting the sadness flow. It usually works out to angst with a side of fluff. But with art and comics, it's a lot less introspective so it ends up being fluff with a side of angst.

7) Do you make -sonas?

I kind of actively dislike making -sonas. It never feels right. I made one when I was about 16 (which I now dislike) and haven't really made one since. I generally just stick with a blob or stick person to represent me. Maybe a seahorse.

8) What are you gonna dress up as for Halloween?

A patient recovering from a cholecystectomy. Maybe one that also has spoopy face paint on and blogs about Undertale.

…I wish I was doing something for Halloween ;;;

9) What are you pickiest about?

Food and fonts. It's the ultimate irony that I fell so far for Undertale.

10) Have you seen my au Name the Fallen and if so what was your favorite part?

Save him Flowey, before he falls too far.

11) Papyrus is cool?

That's not a question. Nothing has ever been less of a question.

1. Favorite literature or movie genre

Hmmm… I really like mystery novels! Other than that, I’m a big fan of dramedies. Anything that mixes comedy or fantasy and feels is great.

2. Top five animated cartoons

This is going to be my knee jerk list and not necessarily accurate. It’s also not in any particular order.

Moana

The Incredibles

Wall-E

Lilo and Stitch

The Princess and the Goblin

3. If you could choose a fantasy land to stay in for the rest of your life, which one would you chose? Ps. You won’t be able to get back to the real world.

I would honestly head down to the Underground and let some monsters try to steal my soul. I think it’s the perfect blend of interesting but also not everything-trying-to-kill-me(-forever).

4. Favorite song at the moment?

Hopes and Dreams played backwards. Also Frozen Pines by Lord Huron and Ground Control by All Time Low and Walk Off The Earth’s cover of Heya

5. What is good design for you?

Oh man, this is a tricky question. I’m actually a designer but I’m very much a master of none. The most important thing in any design is readability and ease of use, though. No point in having a product you can’t use because the A E S T H E T I C is in the way. No point in a document or website you can’t read. No point in a gallery you can’t view. Good design should make things MORE usable, not less. Functionality should ALWAYS be the number one goal.

At the same time black and white helvetica minimalism is boring and terrible for most things. Gimme some COLOR, some LIFE. I don’t care if it’s cheesy or weird or quirky or outdated. I want things with detail and personality.

(Note: you can totally have black and white minimalist helvetica and still hae personality. But I’ll take a “bad” design with some life to it over a mediocre design that follows all the rules)

6. What’s your favorite color scheme/combination?

I am a blue/orange shill, but theres a lot of schemes i like. Usually Cyan + any warm color

7. Which feelings effects you the most in literature/music/film etc.?

Tricky! I actually get the most into films about the connections between people (usually not romantic) or about identity (or loss of identity) and insecurities. I dunno why, they just effect me the most. They just do.

8. Favorite game?

Undertale (2015 Video Game). But also: Portal, Skyrim, the Fallout games, Kingdom Hearts, Bully, 7 Days to Die, The Forest, Friday the 13th, Stardew Valley, Reigns, Alto’s Adventure, Pixel Dungeon, Plague Inc, Life Is Strange, Tabletop Simulator, The Long Dark, What Remains of Edith Finch, Tropico, The Stanley Parable, The Flame in the Flood, Contagion, and The Sims.

I like Games.

9. What’s most important for you in a good movie?

I’ll enjoy any movie with well-concieved characters but the real gold medal goes to anything with post modern reality fuckery and/or magical realism. I like movies about movies or about storytelling. Big Fish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Truman Show, Stranger Than Fiction are some of my favorite movies that sort of adhere to that. Gimme all the post-modern plotlines with likable characters and let me pretend there’s a happy ending. That’s all I’m looking for.

10. What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

Dusk. Everything cools down, the sky turns gorgeous colors, but it’s still not considered weird to go walking around or running errands. It’s just nice!

11. Extra because I’m out of ideas, if you got a painting. What would you want on it? XD

Nice colors and a good subject. Like Papyrus with huge biceps.

Here’s my questions! I’m going to tag the 3 that tagged me if they feel like doing this, plus anyone who wants to do it. Just tag me on the post so I can see!

1. What was your favorite fairy tale growing up?

2. Were you ever traumatized as a child by a movie or TV show?

3. Whats the weirdest dream that you can remember?

4. If you could be or do anything you wanted for a single day, anything at all, what would you be?

5. What is your favorite anecdote?

6. Have you ever painted your nails? If so, what’s your favorite polish/color?

7. What is the scariest thing you aren’t afraid of?

8. Are there any snacks that you like that most people probably haven’t heard of or tried?

9. Have you ever gone stargazing?

10. Tell me about your favorite idea you’ve had, whether it be a story or a game idea or anything else along those lines.

11. Whats your least favorite color?

#ask meme #me

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kashmiresims · 7 years ago

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Tomorrow was the last day before the university resumed classes. Alanna hadn't heard from Franz since the bake sale. He didn't text her as often as she did him but considering what was happening with his mother, she'd expected him to get into contact with her sooner rather than later. He was usually good about replying and because she had no answers to her texts, it made her worried that something bad had happened.

She had taken the bus back to her parent's house that Sunday afternoon since all her study materials were there; she had planned for a good long weekend of getting extra studying done over the holiday but had been derailed, especially when she went to the robotics program the previous night.

She must admit, she went a little overboard in trying to prove her skills to Shane Calhoun. They had been there until nearly midnight going over the interior of his gardening robot to find where the issue was. It turned out that silly Shane hadn't updated the stat firmware after they had checked all the components. To her annoyance, he didn't thank her for taking time to help him but at least he sheepishly admitted that he wouldn't have considered the firmware as the problem if she hadn't been there. Small victories.

Anyway, Alanna had packed up her books and papers, bid her parents farewell and was waiting at the bus stop when an idea struck her. The bus stop was only a few blocks from the the Isla Del Kashmire Community College and what would be the harm in just going to see Franz in person instead of waiting for him to text her back? She figured he’d be there since it was nearly nine o’ clock and he should have been done with his weekly family dinner by now.

Yes, she decided that was a better idea and it would put her mind at ease. She stood from her seat and began walking down the sidewalk toward the campus, crunching on the leaves that had begun to fall.

The Community College consisted of a few brick buildings, and she thought it was a really pretty place, nestled in the foothills of the island's mountains, especially now that the autumn leaves were changing colors. She would have loved to attend and stay closer to home but they didn't offer a medical program—that degree was only offered through Sim State University in Kashmire. Otherwise, she would have to go out of the region for schooling.

The dormitory where Franz lived was the second-largest building on the property; she could see a few students playing pool in the rec room from where she stood outside.

No one questioned her when she entered, probably used to the comings and goings of young adults at every hour—it was a college after all. She searched the doors of the rooms for one that contained Franz's portrait. She finally found it on the third door in the upper hallway.

She hoped he didn't think she was intruding but little surprises were nice once and while—even for someone as serious and steadfast as Franz. She knocked on the door and waited.

A few moments passed and she knocked again, just to be sure. A prick of disappointment hit her in the chest. Maybe he was still out after all.

As she turned, she finally heard a deep, tired voice from the other side of the door, "Who is it?"

"Alanna!" she replied and her joy skyrocketed because she was able to see him one last time before the holiday was over. She heard him unlock the door, then it opened.

"Come in," Franz said and moved out of the way from the threshold. She'd never actually been in his dorm room before. They usually met in public places. Franz was a private person; she didn't ever see his room when he lived at his mother's house despite visiting often in her teenage years. He never offered to show her and she was too polite to ask to see it.

This room had white carpet and the walls were white cinder blocks—standard for every dorm room, she supposed. He had a few posters and a little bookshelf that was too small for his entire collection of books because she could see another row of them piled up underneath his bed. She'd wager that his favorites were stashed nearer to the bed for an easier reach for some night reading. His double bass was tucked in the corner. His bedspread had a musical motif.

His face was...different.

"What happened?" She asked with a concerned frown and reached out toward his cheek; he evaded her touch, seeming a bit ashamed.

"I got into a fight," he answered but didn't elaborate further as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. She noticed he was limping too. She had to wonder if this was the reason he hadn't respond to her texts—if he didn't want to open up the chance of her seeing him hurt like this?

She sat beside him, and tried to coax him to look at her so she could examine his injury. She was after all, studying to be a doctor. She tried reaching out again, to gently turn his face toward her. He let her with little resistance that time.

"Did you win?"

He was staring past her with an inscrutable expression now, hiding whatever he was currently feeling. She wasn’t unnerved as other people seemed to become in those instances; she was accustomed to that habit of his but had to often wonder why he was always trying to hide behind that mask of indifference? It was hard to gauge what he truly was thinking in those moments. Eyes were windows to the soul, they said—but Franz had the ability to close the world out entirely—leaving anyone blind against the blank yet murky blue depths that remained.

"Yes," he finally answered. She didn't know whether to feel happy for Franz or bad for the poor fool on the losing side.

She studied the bruise; it looked as though it was a head-on punch as it was slightly swollen and shaded a deep violet—his left eye was almost piercingly blue in contrast with the dark skin surrounding it. His cheek was reddened with a small amount of dried blood from a scrape on it but the coloring didn't hide the abundant dusting of freckles underneath.

Her gaze dropped to his lips though nothing was wrong there, no blood nor signs of assault. Franz's bottom lip was naturally a bit plumper that his upper one, which she never noticed before. They weren't pushed into a smile or frown, just resting in that same neutral position to match his expression while she examined him. It was the face he most commonly wore, though there were rare occasions when he laughed or smiled and it was sort of a thrill for Alanna to see him in such a way. Better yet to have caused it.

She found herself smiling at remembering the last time she saw those lips curved upward in a grin.

It then struck her just how sensual his lips were—in fact, Franz was actually incredibly handsome, even now with such blemishes. She had always known he was a good-looking guy; it was a observation at the back of her mind but she never fully considered until now when she actually studied his face. Perhaps she had been studying a bit too much for classes and had failed to notice what was right in front of her. A tingle or some feeling equally as electric ran up her arms and she quickly withdrew her hand, her mind awash with a sudden awareness that she was, in fact, significantly attracted to her best friend. Maybe she had been, even subconsciously for a while now.

"What?" He asked, the sudden change in her demeanor wasn’t unnoticed.

She could barely look at him and avoided his question, "I'd say your eye will clear up in about a week or maybe two."

"I've had worse," he stated.

It made her wonder just how much. Reggie had indicated Franz had always been violent; she refused to believe that Franz would go looking for altercations and she didn't doubt he could defend himself—but looking at him—who on earth would try to attack him? He was over six feet tall and built with broad shoulders. His defined arm muscles alone would be enough to deter anyone from having a go at him.

A fleeting wonder of how those arms would feel wrapped around her startled her consciousnesses even further. It was a slightly scandalized thought to entertain in the current situation, but her mind was suddenly a yo-yo of sorts—drudging up desires for her best friend she'd never have dreamed of and then refusing to continue the thoughts only to be reeled back in at the notion of kissing those lips which she had studied a few minutes before. Imagining giving him his first kiss...

Darn, it was kind of hot in there. Should she ask him to open a window? She decided not to and instead, she looked around his room, trying to avoid his line of sight and hers landed on the instrument in the corner.

"Do you still play?"

"What?"

"The double bass, do you still play it?"

He shrugged, "I can, but I don't practice much. I have it here because mom wanted me to get all my stuff out of her house when I left."

"It has such a nice, deep sound," Alanna commented, though couldn't help thinking that her comment could be applied to Franz's voice too. He spoke a lot more often than he used to, probably because she prompted him by having actual conversations with him—but his voice was like a distant thunderstorm; a low rumble that might put other people on edge, yet for her it was comforting. She liked curling up in her bed and reading on rainy, thunderstruck days.

She stood and walked over to the standing bass, plucked the thickest string so it thrummed its low note around the room, proving her claim. Then, she felt brave enough to look at him again with a smile. He'd positioned himself so that his long body was laying diagonally across his bed, his head resting on his folded arms and his tired eyes were half-obscured by his untidy blonde hair. Franz shrugged; it was a movement of mild agreement rather than a non-committal gesture. Franz shrugged in response to most questions as opposed answering with his words, but at least he was more expressive with his body language and she could read that well enough.

She felt an internal jolt suddenly, finding herself thinking more in detail about his body—wondering how hard his abdominal muscles really were underneath that tight shirt and if his lower obliques were defined enough to reveal a certain letter-form as they connected to his hip flexors. It wasn't safe to look at him without feeling a wave of giddy desires which immediately turned to ashamed embarrassment and then no doubt manifested into a blush upon her cheeks. She needed to get her mind off that train of thought right away.

"How is your mom, anyway?"

"She's in the hospital," Franz replied in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice.

"What? What happened? Is she okay?" Alanna's mind was momentarily cleared and her focus was on the well-being of Ms. Schoulsburg. She could look at Franz again, but wished she hadn't because there was a striking vulnerability in his features despite the practical voice he had used. That disarmed expression increased her impulse to be near him even more so and only left her feeling guilty for thinking about him like that when she should be helping him cope with his mother's sickness. Something a good friend would do. Speaking of which, she had to wonder why he didn't text her back if this had happened just since the last time they saw each other—didn't he know by now that she'd be there for him no matter what?

"She collapsed in the bakery last night. The doctors say that the VBT spread to her pelvis," he replied with a note of despair and turned onto his back to stare at the ceiling. She knew he would wish it on himself rather than his mother, "I’m in charge of the bakery until further notice."

"You mean until it's closed?" Alanna took a seat next to where he lay and he looked up at her, his hair was falling away from his eyes for once due to gravity, leaving a clear view of his face and there was a sure worry creased in his brow.

She could tell there was something more he wanted to say, somehow, the way his eyes flickered away from the ceiling for a split second before returning to their blank focus behind her. He didn't say anything, though, and turned to pull himself upward into a sitting position again, and she realized she probably had reminded him that the bakery was inevitably going away which would only made him feel worse.

She slid her arms around him and hugged him from behind while pressing her cheek against his back. She hoped this would offer him some comfort. She noticed he didn't smell of baked bread anymore but of clean body wash—maybe something woodsy scented like sage, and he was warm like fresh cookies.

Cookies.

"I don't suppose you had time to make more chocolate chip cookies last night, did you?" She mumbled in wonder. Of course he wouldn’t. She immediately wanted to kick herself for asking, considering his mother was just admitted to the hospital. Franz was not a stress baker.

"No," she could hear the deep, muffled rumble of his voice through his back, "Sorry."

"It's all right. I'm sure I'll get to eat them again someday soon," she replied and could tell he felt a bit more relaxed because of the way his muscles stopped tensing beneath her hold. He didn't seem to mind that she was practically latched onto him; maybe did like it when she hugged him after all,

They sat like that in comfortable silence for a while and she wondered what he was thinking about. She eventually let her arms go slack, released him from her embrace and removed her back pack. He turned to face her, for once looking at her straight on. She held in her breath and could feel warmth flood her cheeks again.

"Something is wrong," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Your voice was shaking. What's wrong?"

What? How could he know? What kind of superpower observation skills did he have to notice a tiny change in her vocal inflection? She couldn't tell him her struggling thoughts now—it was too soon and she had just realized her feelings maybe five minutes ago. No, she had to go home and think this through—to make sure it was real and not just a weird ball of hormones.

She swallowed the lump in her throat at being caught so unaware by his question, at being caught staring into his eyes which were no longer inexpressive but alive with concern.

"Um..." She said, scrambling through her thoughts to find something to say that wasn't an outright lie because she wasn't going to claim she was fine. She clearly wasn't, "Why didn't...why didn't you tell me your mom was in the hospital sooner?"

"I know you don't get a lot of free time and I didn't want to interrupt you."

She had been with Reggie. She wondered again, if Franz was jealous of her spending time with him? It wasn't her intent to do that though if that was the case—she was just being nice and giving Reggie a second chance at being her friend.

"Listen, you are not interrupting me if you ever need emotional support. I'm here for you," she insisted.

"I can manage," Franz mumbled and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath, "I did it long before you came along."

"Is that what you are doing when you close everyone out? Managing your emotions?" She couldn't help but to ask with a note of frustration. They had been friends for four years, she told him everything and still he refused to open up to her at times. He opened an eye and looked at her sharply.

"I don't enjoy burdening others with my problems."

"Friends help each other. You're my best friend and I care about your emotional well-being. So just let me know if you ever need to talk and get some of that off your chest. You aren't alone anymore."

Alanna had always wanted a close friendship. She had seen so many other people lucky enough to have best friends that they confided in and trusted their lives with and she wanted to achieve that kind of camaraderie with Franz but so far it had been mostly a one-way street. Franz opened up with her more than he had with any other person, but still held her at arm's length. It was almost as if he was afraid to trust that deeply.

Franz seemed to hold in a sigh and closed his eye again, "Sometimes you care too much."

"I'd rather care too much than be a cold-hearted bastard," she retorted a little too harshly.

She immediately put her hands over her mouth realizing her mistake in the same instant Franz's eyes snapped open and his face seemed to crash into surprised offense. That word held a significant unpleasantness for Franz; it was a weapon his peers had used against him and his sister to invalidate them and render them as lesser people. It was no secret in the small island community that the Schoulsburg twins were bastards. Neither he nor Fauna understood why it was such a big deal but apparently society viewed it as scandalous and improper that they didn't even know who their father was, much less that the man hadn’t been wed to their mother at the time they were born.

But maybe if he had been more open with Alanna she would have known just how badly the word cut into his self-esteem and would have thought twice before saying it.

"Franz, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that you were—" she began to apologize in earnest and reached out to him as if to heal any hurt she had inflicted. She was using the term more as a idiom and not an insult to him personally but it was careless of her to say it nevertheless.

He recoiled from her touch, leaning backward, obviously wounded at what she had blurted despite her heartfelt apologies.

"Why are you here?" he asked in a stony voice, once again pushing his emotions behind a mask of indifference.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," she said with guilt washing over her because she had done the opposite of make his mood better and still at the back of her mind she kept having those torrid, inappropriate thoughts about him despite this tense situation they were having.

Franz remained silent.

She stood abruptly and turned away, grabbing up her back pack, realizing she wasn't helping anything by being there. She shouldn’t have even come.

"I should go, I'm sorry I said that. I hope you can forgive me. Just know that you are a lot more amazing than anyone gives you credit for, including yourself, and I just wish you could be as open with me as I am with you. Maybe...maybe someday..." she rambled, feeling a tight knot form in her chest and trailed off as she approached the doorway, putting her hand on the doorknob.

Before she had the chance to step over the threshold, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, one across her chest and the other over her mid-section—startling a little ‘eep!’ out of her and nearly squeezing her breath away.

After a few beats of silence, she heard a soft baritone, "I know...I know that you didn't mean it, Alanna."

She felt like melting in utter relief. The knot unwound and was replaced with another tingling feeling from head to toe—because it was the first time she could recall that he had ever initiated a hug between them. She would have liked to stay in that position awhile longer, but she needed to sort out these feelings about him and truly had to put a distance between them to begin that process.

"I need to go before I miss the next bus, but I'll contact you sometime this week if I have any free time. I'd like to go to the bookstore again."

She felt him give a nod from behind her and couldn’t help but to smile; even without the sudden complicated feelings of attraction swimming through her mind—she still had hope that he would come around and be the best friend she had always wanted and would ever have—if not more.

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